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February 15, 2011

Pardon our ramblings: New Jack City

I mentioned a couple of weeks ago that I bought New Jack City on DVD, a moive that I remember fondly from when it came out back when I was in high school (1991).

I've watched the movie once since I bought it, and I can freely admit that it isn't a good film, but it certainly is an interesting film. So I'm going to take a little bit, rewatch it, and jot down a few thoughts. I'm not sure whether this will end up as a single blog entry or a few, but it'll certainly be rambling.

First up, the trailer...this is going to be the last embedded clip that isn't . Consider yourself warned.



And now to the movie, itself.



From the first strains of the soundtrack, you can tell that this is a film with a message. This isn't a standard urban gangster, throw-away film. We get a flyover of Manhattan, heading to a black man holding a white, three-piece-suit-wearing over the edge of a bridge, threatening to drop him. Throughout the course of the flyover, the soundtrack plays an early-90's rap over the the O'Jay's "For the Love of Money", one of the all-time great bass lines. Radio clips play over the music, informing us that there are too many poor in the country, that there are wealthy preying upon those less fortunate, that the poor are addicted to drugs.

If there was a better way to scream "heavy-handed, message movie coming" as a warning, Mario Van Peebles didn't know it at this point in his filmmaking career.

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And out of a limo steps Wesley Snipes, resplendent in a head-to-toe, royal blue suit with a gold medallion the size of a bread plate on his chain. Snipes tells the upside down business man that "money talks, bull---- runs the marathon, " letting us know that he's a hip cat, someone who knows the old cliches but turns them on their ear with his own style.

Down goes the white man into the river.

And back to the radio voiceover:
The number of addicted infants born in Manhattan-area hospitals has risen steadily over the past few years. Hospital officials say that the care required by these, the smallest victims of the cocaine epidemic, has severly impacted the available resources allocated for pediatric care.
And, just in case you missed that this movie was going to be heavy, we pan down a mural painted on a building. The mural is a simple, single biblical quote:
Don't be decieved
Neither fornicators - nor
Idolaters nor adulterers...
Nor abusers of themselves
With mankind nor
Thieves nor drunkards
Nor revelers nor
Extortioners
Shall inherit the
Kingdom of God
1 Corinthians 6:10
No foreshadowing there, no heavy-handed pushing of the message.

I have absolutely no proof of it but I'm thinking that all of the radio voiceover was recorded for the movie rather than actually recorded off of the radio. There's no way that Van Peebles (the director, in case I hadn't mentioned) found radio quotes this on point to his message.

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And b'dam...Ice T, the main man himself in all his pre-Law and Order glory, eventually headed to the small screen but here acting for only the third professional (IMDB-listed, anyway) gig - after Fame, Breakin', and Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo (and those had been seven and eight years before NJC). This is the hard man, himself, and the casting of a member of NWA had to be a risk for a Hollywood studio.

Respect, Mario, respect.

Plus, Ice is paired up against a very young Chris Rock. Impressive talent.

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The camera circles our two actors as they talk through a drug deal, continually tiled at about a ten degree angle, reminding us that this film is not only heavy but edgy, too. We focus on Ice T's black, knit rastafarian hat, his gold chains, his black Adidas Raiders track suit, the Adidas shelltoes, the gigantic gold rings, the back-to-Africa t-shirt. Hell, I'm half expecting a Run DMC video to break out at any time.

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The chase is on as Rock robs Ice T and the deal goes sour. Our camera switches to overhead, back to a close up, then into another edgy tilt-ten-left-then-rotate-to-ten-right angle as Ice T hurdles down the stairs after Rock and the movie's theme, "New Jack Hustler" by Ice T, himself, plays over the chase.

Suddenly the previously dry streets are wet, and Chris Rock is jumping a fence onto a playground where Ice T shoots him in the heel, bringing him down but spilling the drug deal money into the wind, bringing people from all over.

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I swear that one person - when he runs over for the money - says "He's kicking his monkey a--".

I'm not making that quote up.

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Three times we flash back to a well-dressed, black man watching the shooting scene unfold. I wonder if he'll be an important character later on. Maybe if they'd flash back to his stunned face a couple more times, I might have an idea that he was somehow important.

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We're on a new basketball court with a dozen young black men. The lead is in a velour track suit with a four-inch dollar sign gold medallion. His leather Kangol hat is turned backwards, of course. The others all have bucket hats and Adidas non-velour track suits. His left hand has a dollar-sign ring spanning at least three of his fingers.

Seriously, did Run DMC have a hand in producing this film?

Velour-track-suit makes bets and shoots a twenty-footer for all the money. It took me five watchings, the final one slowed down to a crawl, to tell whether he made the shot or not. The rim doesn't have a new, so it's almost impossible to tell that he swished the shot. Sure, he acts like he made it and collects his winnings, but the actual shot might as well have been missed for the way it looks on screen.

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We spin right - again, camera tilted ten degrees - to see Wesley Snipes in a Jeep Wrangler, brick-sized cell phone to his ear, the business-man-dropping guy driving. Velour hops in the back, spanning at least fifty feet in the blink of an eye.

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Montage of the city storefronts...

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Wesley Snipes is different. His Kangol is turned sideways.

Take that, convention.

Take that, white man.

Take that, Charlie Murphy.

There's a new Darkness in town.


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And of course Flava Flav is in the movie with a giant clock necklace.

How could he not be?

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And the rap he's doing samples heavily from the Inspector Gadget theme.

Because it's the 90s.

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Wesley Snipes drinks Dom Perignon straight from the bottle...with a straw.

Because it's the 90s.

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We're twelve minutes into the film.

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Ah, our first chance for a direct soliloquy.
Snipes: Because you got to rob to get rich in the Reagen era.

They running a strange program, y'all. I mean mo' po' and disenfranchised folks than this place has ever seen. And see they try to put this s--- off and act like it don't exist.
Velour: Meanwhile, the rich get richer...

Black businessman from earlier scene: ...and the poor don't get a f---ing thing.

Snipes: Times like these, people want to get high...real high and real fast, and this is gonna do it.

(focus in on vial of freebasing cocaine, crack)
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I think this movie was originally written as a television series proposal.

After Snipes gives his preachings, he lays out the plan: take over The Carter (an apartment building) and turn it into a drug, making, distributing, using Mecca. This plotline eventually wraps up in about thirty or forty minutes, and the movie switches to a different storyline with the same characters, the kind of thing that would have happened with a one-hour, television drama.

Sure the language would have to have been cleaned up drastically (NJC is all about the ). Maybe this plotline would actually have worked better as the first season story arc. In the movie the takeover of the Carter is about to take like five minutes via montage, but the consolidation of the Carter would be a number of episodes and have a lot more drama involved.

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Velour is now wearing a tailored suit and killing people in broad daylight on the sidewalk.

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We get our first visit from the wise old black man who appears at various times throughout the film to decry the actions of Wesley Snipes's Nino Brown character. Here he only looks on disapprovingly as Snipes holds a shotgun to the head of a naked man who is being divested of his control of the Carter's operations.

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Time for the 'consolidating power montage' with a capella, doo wop "For the Love of Money" being sung by a quintet of black kids on the street corner. The lyrics "don't let money change it" and "all mighty dollar" are emphasized this time.

I'm thinking that "For the Love of Money" could have worked really well as a recurring leitmotif in the NJC television series, sort of the way "Way Down in the Hole" was for The Wire. 

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The gang - Snipes and Velour's gang - is now wearing custom-made clothes. They're sort of a letterman's jacket with leather sleeves and knit main in all black with red, glitter CMB on the back and on the front lapel.

Nothing says 'serious movie' like henchmen dressed alike.

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Is Wesley Snipes really The Joker?

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Oh, and some of them have CMB shaved into their afros, too.

Because it's the 90s.

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Snipes is now wearing a white suit with black t-shirt underneath.

I'm thinking I couldn't pull that off without looking like a moronic Sonny Crockett.

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And it's winter by the time the montage ends, and there are only three singers in the group. Apparently it's the group Levert, which makes sense because I would have sworn it was one of the O'Jays standing around the burning trash can at the end of the montage. (According to this, one of the O'Jays was a father to two members of Levert.)

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It's 1989 now. I know because the screen said 1989 at the bottom. No reason for subtlety at this point.

I think the movie said 1986 at the beginning.

Ice T is leaning against a chain link fence outside a playground (probably not the same one as earlier, but maybe), and we zoom in to see a kid pick up a cheap soccer ball from a puddle. The puddle is filled with disposable vials, the same kind that we just saw the CMB (Cash Money Brotherhood) filling with crack in the Carter during the montage.

Seriously, subtlety has no place in this movie.

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Wise black man is back, and we're on to season two of the series.

He's yelling at a clearly out-of-touch policeman saying that "[He] wants to know how drug pushers could take over an entire apartment building right under your noses."

Wise black man isn't really part of the story at this point. He's just window dressing so Mario Van Peebles (director and now actor, back since Sweet, Sweetback's Bada----- Song) can push past him as the harried police detective who 'gets it' and is willing to fight the drug pushers the right way, the only way they know how. Thankfully Detective Gets It has an Asian assistant detective who can help him out.

Detective Gets It puts down photos of his two choices for officers who will work on his soon-to-be-successful task force: Ice T and Judd Nelson.

Seriously...Judd Nelson.

"These two are trouble," says the Police Commissioner. He might as well have yelled that they're both "loose cannons."

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Soliloquy #2
Police Commissioner: You and I both know the system wasn't ready for this kind of epidemic. Crack came on the scene and spread like wildfire.
But now I got the Mayor...and the governor on my back. I need some results...Fast!

You get me Nino Brown (Wesley Snipes). Forget Paretti (Nelson) and Appleton (Ice T), the risk's too high.

Van Peebles: With all due respect sir, I mean you still don't get it. You're talking about a war out there that we're losing, and you're not gonna give me what I need to win.

Now I need some cops who know these streets.  I need some New Jack cops to take down a New Jack gangster.
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A motorcycle pulls up. The kickstand kicks down. The jeans are rolled up but not pegged. The hobnail boots are worn heavily at the toe. The laces aren't tied.

Hell, it's John Frickin' Bender.

I swear that Judd Nelson walked into this movie wearing the same boots that he last had on as John Bender in The Breakfast Club. Are we supposed to believe that Nick Paretti is some kind of grown-up John Bender?

We'll see in our next installment of Pardon our ramblings: New Jack City...

March 24, 2011

Pardon our ramblings: New Jack City (take III)

We roll onward with more about New Jack City...

Feel free to roll through the movie with us, but know that the clips are all . You have been warned.

If you're following along at home, we're 45:40 into the film or right at the start of the above clip.

Time has no meaning in this film. Pookie has been working in The Carter for like one scene, but now rich, upper class black guy (the computer expert and horrible actor) says..."You know, I told G-Money how good you been working out, right? And I told him how many customers you bringin' in. And you're just a lookout. ... We gonna get you a better position."

Apparently Pookie has been working there for a while even though the movie doesn't do anything else to suggest this is the case.

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Ice T and Asian cop both start screaming "yes, inside!" when Pookie gets taken to see G-Money (apparently the name of Velour suit). I guess this isn't police work but rather a college basketball game.

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Mario Van Peebles is carrying his baby in a front papoose walking the beach between cigarette dangling (not smoking, of course, just dangling) Judd Nelson white cop; African medallion, African fabric hatted, dreadlocked Ice T uber-black cop; and Pookie saying that he doesn't know if Pookie is ready for this.

Damn if this man isn't subtle.

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Wait, Ice T just revealed that a little junkie like Pookie killed his mother back in 1974. Mother wasn't in the game, just came up and shot her for no reason.

Remember that for about an hour from now when Nino tells a story about his first kill as a gang member.

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Pookie's back on the pipe.

He's beaming up to Scotty.

It took all of one scene for him to slide all the way back.

Seriously, if this were a season-long show, this would've worked because we would've gotten a couple of episodes with Pookie looking tempted then trying to resist and then finally giving in. Instead, we get "you owe a lot of people...don't screw it up" followed immediately by Pookie screwing it up.

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He's screwing it up wordlessly...with a massive, exaggerated look of anguish on his face and a wailing, electric guitar in the background.

If Dave Chapelle taught us anything, it's that white people love electric guitar. Why does Pookie have an electric guitar playing behind him?

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White cop just called Ice T "Superfly"...that's not racist.

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When asked if Pookie's odd actions (viewed through a James Bondian belt buckle tv camera) were a cry for help, White cop said "no, it's a black thing."

Ok, that might have been racist.

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At least White cop isn't a stereotype or anything.

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Pookie is about to blow it by revealing the belt buckle camera. Half an hour ago (in movie-watching time) he was coked out. Fifteen minutes ago he was rehabbed and got into the Carter. Now the undercover work is about to end.

Give this a full season done up right like The Wire because compressing it this much doesn't make a lick of sense.

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Wait, did G-Money really just say "What, you Five-Oh?"

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The CMB is prepared. They have dozens of gas cans all around to burn the computers right up. I am impressed with their organization.

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The cops come in guns a blazin, M16s firing, black hoods pulled over their faces, plastique blowing up the doors.

Where do they get all their fabulous toys?

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The computers which were just doused in gasoline and set on fire now seem to be totally unburned. Luckily the CMB ejected all the disks with the data on them so White cop couldn't find them.

Apparently the CMB were prepared but their gasoline didn't actually burn anything. That's just bad luck there.

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White cop knows how to defuse bombs - like the one strapped to Pookie's chest. Lucky that, eh?

Not that it matters because Pookie's dead.

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And Nino is in bed with the girl who would never come between him and G-Money.

She seems nice.



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Whoever gave Wesley Snipes the chain is a genius. He uses it as a dog leash then as a jump rope then as a garrote. I'm not actually joking about this; Wesley Snipe is really acting here, using the prop to his character's full advantage.

This may be the best scene in the movie.

And the line "Sit you five-dollar a$$ down before I make change." is outstanding.

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Nino just stabbed upper class computer black guy in the hand with a sword from his cane, nailing the hand to the table. I've wondered before just how easy it would be to stab somebody through the hand because you see it in movies all the time, and it doesn't seem to take much effort.

How likely would you be to hit bones and screw up the drama of the move?

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All of the flashy colors are gone from the wardrobes around the table now. Black tops, black slacks, black shoes. Apparently something went wrong.

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Wesley Snipe at 3:07 in the above clip nails the dismissal "leave me" of the emperor who is bored with the proceedings and wants to be left alone. I don't know why he would be bored at this point, but I love the line delivery none the less.

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G-Money has cracked. He's being filmed through a fish tank with the huge amounts of bubbles obscuring his face. He's delivering a soliloquy to a crack pipe. He's like some sort of demented MacBeth at this point.

I know when actors have to fake drinking beer they use apple juice. When they have to fake smoking tobacco they use cloves. When they have to fake smoking marijuana they use (I assume tobacco).

How do they fake freebasing crack?

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We've come full circle at Pookie's funeral. The minister is reading the lines from 1st Corinthians that were painted on the wall in the first scene (neither fornicators nor idolaters...shall inherit the Kingdom of God). That's beautiful symmetry...

...if this were the end of the movie. It's not. It's like fifty-eight minutes into a two-hour movie.

This should be the end of the first season.

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Why does one of the gravediggers have a metal hook for a hand? Is that a joke?

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Why does Mario Van Peebles's character have his tie untied at Pookie's funeral? Nobody else is going casual.

What decision did Van Peebles the director make to tell Van Peebles the actor that this was a good choice?

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Van Peebles says that he gambled on Ice T, and Ice T gambled on a crack head. Ice T starts to punch Van Peebles, but Judd Nelson stops him and says "that's enough, man".

What bonding crap have we missed to make this reasonable? Judd Nelson's character hates Ice T's. Judd Nelson's white cop has done nothing but mock the choice of Pookie the whole time.

Why the sudden flip?

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"Scottie, let it go, man. Operation's over...it's over."

For some reason, I'm actually thinking that it might not be over.

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Oh, wait. Ice T just came back with "it ain't over."

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Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor?

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Oh, here's the bonding moment that apparently happened before hand. White cop and black cop are drinking together on a roof. Apparently Van Peebles is doing a Pulp Fiction and showing us scenes out of order.

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White cop delivers soliloquy #2...

"This whole drug s***...it's not a black thing and it's not a white thing. It's a death thing. Death doesn't give a s*** about color. [...] We're in this together now, partner."

Black cop retorts...

"You know, a drug dealer is the worst kind of brother, man. He won't sell it to his sister. He won't sell it to his mother, but he'll sell it to one of his boys on the street."

I wonder how Van Peebles feels about drugs.

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I love the "jump a guy in the alley but only show the confrontation in shadows against a wall" technique. That's not used enough. (7:15 in the above clip)

Where the heck is the light that bright shining into any alley to do that?

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Smooth, young Italian (who lost his ponytail earlier, who brought a lawn jockey with a noose to Nino) introduces G-Money to White cop and Black cop as drug dealers. Black cop has on a black, fur fedora and a leather duster that is resting on his shoulders, his arms not in the sleeves.

And G-Money trusts Italian guy because of why again?

Oh, and White cop doesn't say anything because he's "the main man".

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I love that it takes all of thirty seconds for Ice T to go undercover successfully.

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We're now in season two of the correctly paced television show New Jack City.

And the Italian smoothy called somebody and said "Nino is about it ich."

See, that's a reference to something that his Italian mobster leader said earlier.

You have to be paying attention to this movie, I tell ya.

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The CMB are now paying a tense game of one-on-one wearing slacks, dress shoes, and no shirts.

How times have changed.


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Van Peebles wisely chooses the subtle path in letting his message slip gently into the film again.

At 0:45 the camera pulls back to show this...


I wonder how Van Peebles feels about drugs.

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Upper class computer guy says he recognizes Ice T from somewhere. (remember the "well-dressed black man" who saw Ice T shoot Pookie and on whose face we flashed three separate times?)

Subtlety, thy name is Van Peebles.

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G-Money is supposedly buying drugs 60% cheaper from Ice T.

Um, where are the cops getting all the drugs to sell?

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Nino and Ice T are sharing a moment on the roof at night.

No, not that kind of a moment. It's a bonding moment like White cop and Black cop had a few scenes ago.

Nino is telling a story about his first time killing someone for a gang.

I was wrong. You can stop thinking about Ice T's mother dying now.

It was Nino who killed Ice T's mom.

Isn't that a tragic coincidence?

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Wise old black man is back for his second appearance.

He points out that Nino is an idol worshiper, an idolater.

Where have we heard something about that before?

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This time the old man has a gun and draws it on Nino before Ice T takes the gun away to save Nino's life.

Ice T is conflicted.

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Nino is hosting a wedding at a public park...in the daytime.

Bright, sunshiny daytime.

At the same time, White cop is breaking into Nino's house to get something from his safe...at night.

Dim, dark night.

At the same time as the bright, sunshiny daytime.

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White cop can crack safes, too.

Later in the movie, he's going to show us how to cook a three-minute egg in two minutes. He's just that good.

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The wedding is nearly over, but the entire CMB inner circle is still there...because apparently they're cleaning things up.

Wait, the catering staff is all Italians.

Italians?!?!

Oh, there are two little girls still there. They're needed to have to run back across the screen before the shooting begins.

It worked in Untouchables...it worked in Battleship Potemkin...it'll work in New Jack City...



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Where did all the fifteen degree camera angles go? I kinda miss them.

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The Italians ?!?!?! are really bad shots.

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Ice T has his first moment of conflicted conscience - he has a clear shot at Nino while the shooting is going on and decides to pass.

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Suddenly Nino's girlfriend (not the one who came between the 'brothers', she's apparently mysteriously gone) says Nino is a murderer...that she's seen him kill too many people.

Um, have you not been watching the same movie as the rest of us?

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The CMB are back in the muted primary colors again. Apparently things are going well again.

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3:34 - three Italians playing cards at a street-side trattoria that isn't under a bridge.

Except in the next cut, it is.

At 3:38 I think Judd Nelson might be one of the Italians.

At 3:40 I think Paulie Walnuts might be one of the Italians.

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Driving a motorcyle in a hood with eyeholes that small must really cut down on your peripheral vision.

Plus the guy doesn't have a helmet.

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Worst drive-by shooting death scene ever. Check the guy in the orange shirt at 3:47.

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The final drug buy, sting scene is here. Nino Brown is "Mr Untouchable" as we just heard, but it's taken about fourteen movie minutes for him to trust Ice T enough to buy drugs directly from him in a warehouse.

That's about right.

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Oh, and the warehouse has an Asian cop leaning into the window with a camera and a big zoom lens.

Nobody notices that even though we're about to see that the warehouse has dozens of CMB henchmen throughout the rafters and catwalks.

Apparently Asians are invisible...must be magic.

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We flash on the upper class computer guy's face. He's remembering something.

Wow, it's a most un-opportune moment for that.

Apparently Washington (Ice T) is Five Oh, man.

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White cop drives his car through the warehouse door.

The car breaks though about three feet above ground.

Apparently the road outside is at the height of plot.

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Step one, White cop saves the briefcase full of money.

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And apparently White cop is wearing black face.

'Cause he's not racist.

Seriously, 6:50 in the above clip, you tell me Judd Nelson isn't wearing black face makeup.

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At 7:01 could they not afford to use the Wilhelm scream?

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Did you know that when a guy gets shot from above, he flies backwards - even if there aren't any signs of the bullets hitting him?

Oh, and he flies into empty cardboard boxes which break his fall.

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Nino hangs upside down to surprise a cop and slit his throat. Luckily the cop and Nino wear exactly the same size uniform.

Nino is now wearing his worst outfit of the movie.

Instead of running, though, he lies in wait and kills Asian cop without Asian cop making a sound.

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8:59 would also have worked for the Wilhelm scream.

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Seriously...look at 9:04 and tell me whether you think White cop is wearing black face makeup for the raid.

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I can't take this anymore. I'll be back next week to wrap up the last fifteen or so minutes of New Jack City complete with the final fall of Nino Brown, the show of restraint from Ice T, Wise Old Black Man's third and final appearance, and Nino Brown's soliloquy.

March 1, 2011

Pardon our ramblings: New Jack City (take II)

When last we left our intrepid blogger, he was 20:51 into blogging the entirety of New Jack City.

If you're following along at home, the current recap runs from 2:40 in the following clip. Please remember that all clips are very much . Consider yourself warned.



"Big, crazy, jarhead, motorcycle freak, reject cop just like you, Scotty. He's a wild man that no one else wanted."

"Yeah, that means I'm expendable."

Um, Katydid, correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't there some sort of screenwriting koan about showing instead of telling?

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Pointless image #823 of NJC - white cop lays down on the bed and fires the conveniently-loaded handgun of black cop into the conveniently-placed target shooting paper. The seven shots make a smiley face with dramatic sunlight streaming through the holes into the smokey air.

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Oh, good, another outstanding example of ethnic stereotyping: the Italian gangster. Only this gangster is young and hip. I can tell because he's young and hip, wears a nice suit, has a long ponytail, and has one weird, diagonal strip shaved into the left eyebrow.

Why was that ever a fashion thing?

At least the gangster doesn't have an over-the-top Italian accent. I don't know why van Peebles suddenly decided that now was the time to show restraint.

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We flash to the angry, young Italian gangster going back to the bar filled with not-so-young Italian gangsters. Everyone has a gold chain and at least two gold rings - often found on pinkies - and wears a suit with shirt open a couple of buttons.

Oh, and they call the Cash Money crew the "Cash Money Monkeys" and refer to their drug connections as "spikaroos".

The elder mobster says "You know what I say: you lay down with Peruvian dogs, you get up with Spanish fleas. Soon, Nino will itch, and we'll be there to scratch the hell out of him."

I swear I could have written that line when I was in seventh grade, and Mrs. VanOsdol would have told me to stop being so cute with my words.

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White cop is on top of the building taking surveillance photos using a camera with a foot-long lens. Right next to him is Ice T doing the same but with a secret agent tiny camera.

Because he's trying to blend in next to white cop, apparently.

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Re-enter Chris Rock. He's limping because Ice T shot him a few years back. He's begging food from Nino who's handing out food to the poor, doing some of that "Robin Hood b---s---," according to Ice T.

This is another example of why I think this movie was originally pitched as a multi-season television show. Rock's character appear, and within two minutes, Ice T had grabbed him from the crack house and forced him into rehab. If we'd been given two or three episodes to care about the Rock character, this might have worked. Instead, we have to take a leap of faith and somehow assume that Ice T cares enough about Pookie (Rock's basehead character) to save him from the depth of the crack den.



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In one scene, Pookie is yelling at Ice T, screaming to get this cop off of him. In the next he's confessing his sins and begging for help to get off of the crack. In the next - all assumed to happen sequentially - he's yelling and cursing Ice T again.

Luckily Ice T has been able to change into his awesome Adidas jacket and gold chain before dragging Pookie off to rehab.

Because it's important to be stylish when you're dropping off a junkie.

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Next scene, Ice T is standing at a stormy window as Pookie shakes and shivers from withdrawl. Ice T starts to put a hand on his shoulder but pulls back.

Sorry, pulls back emotionally.

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Now Pookie's rahabbing in Ice T's apartment with the storm raging outside the windows. The lights are dramatically dimmed, and Pookie is shirtless, his six-pack abs covered in sweat.

Right, because crack fiends have lots of time and inclination to do ab crunches.

And because cops take crack fiends into their apartments all the time.

Ice T comes to stand behind Pookie, offering silent reassurance...while wearing his pajamas, some sort of African rob open to his waist.

I'm wondering is this rehab doesn't involve a little something more than just a twelve step program.

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In the rehab meetings, Pookie breaks down as recovering addicts tell stories of their life on crack.

In other words van Peebeles take a few minutes to let his characters proselytize to the camera again.

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Montage time again...rehab...crying...working out with Ice T...collapsing to the floor while attempting the first jumping jack...White cop working on surveillance equipment...running in the sunset - being helped by Ice T...now Pookie is in the rehab meeting saying he's clean while Ice T looks on proudly from outside the door...

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Back to the fifteen degree camera angle. Now we're in the streets. I can tell.

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Pookie recounts how people buy drugs in the Carter. Everyone in the scene is black except our drug buyer who looks like Kurt Cobain - red and black flannel, dirty t-shirt underneath, jeans, stringy longish blonde hair.

Why a white guy?

Is van Peebles saying that whites were somehow taking advantage of the black community? That blacks were gaining power over whites? The New Jack Swing would someday lead directly to grunge?

Damn Mario van Peebles and his subtlety!

...

"After you [buy your drugs] you can take your goodies home or stay at the Enterprise."

"What the hell's the Enterprise?"

"...On the street when you're smoking crack, they say that you're beaming up to Scotty, man. You're going to another world. It's like crackhead's the final frontier. That's why they call that room the Enterprise."

I'll readily admit that I know nothing about this culture, but the appropriation of Star Trek references by black, early-90's, drug subculture seems somehow unlikely.

...

Oh, wait, two more white characters: a mother and her eight- or nine-year old daughter.

Mom's 'beaming up to Scotty' while the girl looks on.

At least it's not all negative.

She, she's a mother spending quality time with her kid.

...

"For the Love of Money" reappears at the drastically improved Spotlite night club's New Year's Party.

Three years later and Flava Flav is still working the dance floor.

In the back room, Wesley Snipes (Nino) is leading a toast to celebrate what their group has become. The cinematography is a little obvious with him wearing an all-red suit over a black shirt standing in the center of the shot while his various lieutenants wear vaguely the reverse - largely black over colored shirts. The eye is drawn to Nino.

...

Nino speaks to velour track suit (now in a sharply tailored black suit over red shirt, Nino's mirror duplicate) about how this isn't about money. This is about taking care of each other.

"Nothing and no one will ever come between you and me...never."

This is just after Nino chants "Am I my brother's keeper?" to the group to the answer of "Yes, I am!"

...

Oh, by the way, the girl who will eventually come between them shows up three minutes and thirteen seconds later.

I'm surprised that van Peebles waited that long.

...



Young Italian gangster shows up at the New Years party with a gift from The Don.

It's a foot-tall statue of a black lawn jockey with a noose around his neck.

Um, perhaps a nice candle or a gift certificate to Applebees would have been more appreciated.

...

Nino carries a butterfly knife.

I'm kind of sad that the heyday of the butterfly knife is over and that I never learned to open one with the correct flourish.

It may have something to do with the fact that I never owned one, but who cares - the opening of a butterfly knife just looks cool.

...

Post-New Years party, back at Nino's mansion, the two couples - Nino and his girl, valour track suit and the come-between-us girl - are watching Scarface.

I've never seen Scarface, but even I know that once the gangsters start watching scarface, that everything is about to go to hell.

First you watch the Scarface, then you get the downfall.

(Oh, if you haven't seen this take on Scarface, take the 2:11 to watch it.)

...

Wesley Snips has an oddly hairless chest.

Wait, did I say that out loud?

...

I think Nino's living in the set of "November Rain"...floor to ceiling lace curtains, five-foot-tall candlesticks...Tudor mansion...

...

Van Peebles comes in yelling at Ice T about "put[ting] a notorious crack head on the payroll."

White cop waits a minute then asks "wait, is this some kind of black thing?"

I swear I've heard Judd Nelson say that in a different movie somewhere.

Ice T doesn't like the comment, and yelling ensues.

White cop answers with "F--- the mafia! I'm gonna wax your high, yellow, narrow a--..."

I swear that I am shocked this didn't win the Oscar for best original screenplay.

...

We're forty-five minutes into the film.

I'll be back next week with another twenty or so...

April 7, 2011

Pardon our ramblings: New Jack City (part The Last)

In which we close out the classic...at this point, I'm fed up with this film...

Remember, all clips are . You have been warned.



White cop just dropped stammerer three stories or so. Stammerer didn't, of course, die and is about to gun down Ice T until White cop shoots Stammerer from above.

Ice T smirks his approval.

'Cause he's like dat.

...

Nino did say that if Ice T's character turned out not to be genuine, he would kill G-Money.

He did say that.

He did warn us.

...

When Avon Barksdale and Stringer Bell have a confrontation like Nino and G-Money are having on the riverside, there was four seasons of weight behind it. We had been through the wars with these characters. They had held each other up and betrayed each other in equal fashion.

When G-Money and Nino have the same conversation, there's a whole eighty-minutes of weight behind it.

I'll shut up about The Wire now.

...

Wesley Snipes kissed G-Money.

I'm glad I don't kiss guys because clearly I would have to kill them if I did. That's what the movies have taught me.

...

The shot that kills G-Money...

Oh, spoiler alert...

The shot that kills G-Money is the worst faked shot in the world. No recoil...no flash...no puff of smoke...no bullet wound...no recoil...no blood...just a sound effect and G-Money falling over saying 'doh'...

...

Nino's still watching Scarface with the "never come between us" girl kissing around on him. Why can't he figure out that she's trouble?

...

White Cop just climbed down from the roof and got the attention of the black bodyguard by saying, "Yo, Buckwheat."

I swear I am not making that up. Apparently Mario van Peebles thinks white people are all outwardly racist because every white character (there's White Cop and...um...) is outwardly racist but inwardly down with his bruthahs.

...

Ice T swung into the window of Nino's apartment carrying the body of a different bodyguard as a human shield. That's brutal, man.

And strong...

...

I want Nino's haircut - flat-top with a wide front-to-back ridge on top. It's like a stubby shark fin.

...

Nino just got thrown out of the window onto the fire escape where it's dark. At least it's dark from inside the apartment. Outside, however, it's the middle of the day.

...

Wise Old Black Man appears for the third time, watching Ice T beat the snot out of Nino.

...

Ice T: "Man, that teacher you kill[ed]. That was my mother!"

I told you that was going to come back.

...

Ice T's about to shoot Nino. He's clearly wigged out because he's making his whole face shake. It's kind of creepy (7:03 into the above clip).

...

I can't quote Ice T's line at 7:10 because this blog is linked from my school page, but it's the best line in the whole movie.

...

Suddenly Nino's deposed girlfriend is on the scene saying that she'll testify. Nice timing, chicka.

...

White Cop reaches past Ice T to help Ice T take back the gun that's pointed at Nino.

White Cop is wearing bedazzled, fringed, black leather biker gloves. Clearly he and Ice T have an interesting relationship.

...

Fifteen degree angles are back for the wrap-up. I'd really missed them.

...

Why would Ice T show up to testify in court wearing sneakers, his Kangol hat, sunglasses, and a velour track suit?

...

Nino's final soliloquy: "I'm not guilty; you're the one who's guilty: the lawmakers, the politicians, the Colombian drug lords...all you who lobby against making drugs legal....just like you did with alcohol during the prohibition. You're the one who is guilty. I mean, c'mon, let's kick [?] the ballistics here. Ain't no uzi's made in Harlem. I mean, not one of us in here owns a poppy field. This thing is bigger than Nino Brown. This is big business. This is the American way."

I'm still not quite clear how van Peebles feels about drugs.

Nino continues after being asked if he was the head of the CMB: "Yes. Yes, I was a member, but I was forced into this way of life. Hey look, I've been dealing drugs ever since I was twelve years old. See, I didn't have the chances that you had, Ms. Hawkins. I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth, Ms. Hawkins. I wanted to get out, but they threatened to kill my mother."

...

Nice...Nino is claiming that smart, middle-class black guy (the computer guy, the one who recognized Ice T) was the brains behind the CMB.

...

Wise Old Black Man makes his final appearance, calling Nino an idolater.

See, he's bringing it full circle.

...and pulling otu a gun to shoot Nino...who then falls - theatrically - three stories while White Cop smiles and laughs and Ice T puts on his sunglasses.

...

O'Jays, sing us out..."For the love of money..."

Nevermind, it's another remix with somebody rapping about how money ruings things.

...

Words on the screen to make sure Van Peebles makes his point in case you missed it...

"Although this is a fictional story, there are Nino Browns in ever major city in America. If we don't confront the problem realistically -- without empty slogans and promises -- then drugs with continue to destroy our country.

...

So, that's New Jack City. It's a spectacular time capsule of the early 1990's and an example of how to eschew all pretenses of subtlety in a movie.

Word.

August 22, 2006

Get out, you heathens

I've got Reuter's Oddly Enough News's RSS feed on my google homepage and tend to read about half of the stories. Most of them are fairly innocuous. But every now and again an actually semi-important story slips through and gets qualified as odd.

The recent story of an unwed couple of Black Jack, Missouri who are being threatened with eviction because they violate some sort of city statute that says no residence can have more than three unrelated (by marriage, blood, or adoption) people living there. The two adults (who have two children together) have filed a lawsuit against the municipality claiming discrimination.

Okay, I can understand how some people might want to keep their neighborhood the way it is, to keep unwanted influences out, but this really does sound like a pretty obvious form of discrimination. It's not really been all that long since there were cities that wouldn't allow blacks or hispanics to move into certain areas, and (in my view, at least) just about any discrimination is a bad thing.It sounds awfully noble, but it still stinks of discrimination. It's easy enough to say things like this with a wink and a nod when talking about not wanting "the wrong kinds of people 'round here". The problem is that to somebody, every one of us is "the wrong kind of people". Either we've not got enough money, we're too snooty, we're the wrong religion, our skin isn't the right color, or our family isn't enough like the "right kind of people".

January 25, 2014

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May 30, 2012

Can't tell the truth in here



I've mentioned A House of Lies before, but only within the realm of the author's search for the most 90's movie of all time (he sadly hasn't reviewed New Jack City yet, which is a crime).

Turns out that the entire blog, while a little sporadic, is outstandingly well written. Check out these great, recent posts...
It's all good stuff. I'm adding it to my RSS feed.

January 30, 2011

You are correct...


Why, yes, I did buy the DVD of New Jack City from the local and going out of business Blockbuster because The Girl had $20 in Blockbuster gift cards that we just found this weekend.

Shut up, none of the local libraries have that movie, and I remember liking it when I saw it in the theater in high school.

In the same vein we are also the proud owners of a previously-viewed Scott Pilgrim vs the World and some boxes of candy. 

Total spent - $20.20

April 9, 2012

Another man's quest

I've tilted at my share of windmills in my time. Heck, I'm currently gathering every version of "Shenandoah" that I can find at PLCH and checking out the cd's ten at a time for a future post.

That's why I respect Chris over at A House of Lies for his Quest for the Most 90's Movie of All Time. I do wish he'd put up a leaderboard, however, so I wouldn't have had to make one for him...
  • Singles  - 114
  • Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead - 107 
  • Blank Check - 101 
  • I Know What You Did Last Summer - 101
  • The Truth About Cats and Dogs - 100
  • Airborne - 99
  • Independence Day - 96 
  • Mallrats - 96
  • Point Break - 95
  • Beethoven - 92
  • Jurassic Park - 90
  • Philadelphia - 89
  • You've Got Mail - 88
  • Hacker - 87 
  • The Bodyguard - 87
  • Kazaam - 86
  • Little Big League - 83 
  • The Santa Claus - 83
  • The First Wives Club - 82 
  • Varsity Blue - 82
  • Sister Act 2: Back in the Habit - 82
  • The Net - 78
  • Clueless - 75 
  • Encino Man - 75
  • 3 Ninjas - 74 
  • Happy Gilmore - 73
  • Face/Off - 71
  • Ace Venture - 70
  • Home Alone 2 - 69
  • Speed - 69 
  • The Devil's Advocate - 64
  • The mighty Ducks - 62 
  • Mrs Doubtfire - 62
  • The Fan - 60 
  • Outbreak - 49
  • Fear - 49
  • Kindergarten Cop - 33  
Sure, I could nitpick on a few details - the list is far too white, his scoring method hasn't ever been presented in it fullness, he hasn't seen New Jack City (though I did recommend it to him in his blog comments.)

Don't nitpick, though. Just enjoy the sweet, sweet 90's.

February 10, 2007

Again the the top twenty five...in blocks...



Favorite films of the Brat Pack actors

Favorite films with Molly Ringwald
  1. The Breakfast Club
  2. Sixteen Candles
  3. Pretty in Pink
  4. Betsy's Wedding
  5. Wow, it gets pretty thin from there...sheesh
Favorite films with Emilio Estevez
  1. The Breakfast Club
  2. Young Guns II
  3. St Elmo's Fire
  4. Young Guns
  5. Repo Man
  6. Sorry, I've never actually seen The Outsiders
Favorite films with Judd Nelson
  1. The Breakfast Club
  2. Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back
  3. New Jack City
  4. St Elmo's Fire
  5. From the Hip
Favorite films with Anthony Michael Hall
  1. The Breakfast Club
  2. Vacation
  3. Weird Science
  4. Edward Scissorhands
  5. Sixteen Candles
Favorite films with Ally Sheedy
  1. The Breakfast Club
  2. WarGames
  3. St Elmo's Fire
  4. Short Circuit
  5. Maid to Order
And pretty much because none of those have even five good films - Anthony Michael Hall being the best of a very weak bunch...

Favorite films with Demi Moore
  1. A Few Good Men
  2. Indecent Proposal
  3. The Seventh Sign
  4. St Elmo's Fire
  5. About Last Night
  6. Weird, the only one not in The Breakfast Club, easily my favorite Brat Pack film, has the best overall career.

January 1, 2008

Looky at what I seen

the holiday break began with a viewing of I am Legend, the third attempt at adapting Richard Matheson's novella to the screen. I've seen a few clips of the Charlton Heston Omega Man version, and let me start by saying that Will Smith does a much stronger adaptation.

Admittedly, in talking to a friend who's read the source material, it appears that the screenwriters have taken a few significant liberties with the new script, leaving Will Smith a longer time alone to carry the film, but I was okay with that because - unlike Joey - I thought Smith managed to carry the film pretty successfully.

For those of you not aware, Smith plays the last man alive in Manhattan after a man-made plague runs rampant through the population, killing - as the film quotes - 90%; turning 9% into light-sensitive, flesh-eating beasts; and leaving 1% to attempt to survive. Smith manages to set himself up fairly well, carving a life with his canine companion and locking himself up drum tight when the darkseekers come out at night, working his ways through the alphabet of DVDs in the local store, and setting up mannequins to whom he carries on conversations.

Smith does a masterful job of showing the various emotions that a man in his state would likely have. His specific routines of a military man, designed for survival and to keep himself sane, are well shown from mornings on the treadmill and middays on Pier 13 and evening alarms set in time to get himself back home safe and sound before sundown. Smith also shows his science side as he continues to fight the good fight in attempting to cure the disease that man had created. And Smith shows the side of a man left alone, talking to inanimate objects, snapping at little noises, and missing his family horribly.

Smith's performance holds the film together, drawing the viewer in and allowing us to believe that he could be the kind of man who - if lucky enough to be flukishly immune - just might survive and continue to fight the good fight for a fair while.

The lone issue I had with the film was that the ending was a bit sudden. We get a solid bit of rising action, heading into the film's climax - which was pretty solid and dramatic. But the entirety of the falling action and dénouement took about two minutes - just a little too quick for my tastes.

I'd already checked out the first two volumes of Justice by Alex Ross, so when I saw the third sitting unwrapped on the shelves at Barnes & Noble, I thought I'd take a look through, see how Ross wrapped things up.

Quizk recap...
  • first volume - good, neat idea, old-school SuperFriends vs Legion of Doom kinda thing
  • second volume - kinda slow, dragged a bit
The third volume, then, redeemed the storyline as Ross tied things up well, turning the entire story into a pretty standard Brainiac controls Luthor to kill the world wrap-up. The artwork is impressive - as Ross's work always is, and the storytelling is good enough - not Ross's strongest suit, admittedly, but good enough. In the end, the storyline suffers from being derivative of the old Super Friends and newer Justice League Unlimited series.

It's a series worth flipping through - partially because it's purdy - but it's not one that I'd be likely to reread.

I'm all about the Fables series, and this spin-off is a nice change of pace from the ongoing thread of the main series. Instead of the lumbering of the battle between Fabletown and the Adversary, we get Jack being Jack.

In Jack of Hearts, the second collection of the series, we get Jack's trip to Vegas and subsequent smack down by the powers that be in Sin City. Of course, this being a Fables tale, those powers that be are a bit more magical that mafia in nature.

Admittedly, this tale lacks the gravity of the main narrative, but it is a fun read. And one review that I read does bring up a good point: Jack isn't a likeable rogue. He acts entirely on impulse, screwing over any mundy in his path. He doesn't treat the Fables in his way any better, and eventually a character to whom we can't relate at all is going to be hard to follow. Eventually we're going to need some sort of emotional connection if the series is going to have a character to follow for long.

In skimming through some info about Fables, I've gotten hints that the two series cross back together after a bit longer, so that might help. If Jack actually has to do something noble, we just might end up with a character that we can care about. If not, the tales will probably stay interesting for a while longer, but I doubt they'll stay that way forever.

To close out the holiday movie season, The Girl and I went for a bit of the gruesome and took in Sweeney Todd, the sixth Johnny Depp-Tim Burton joint.

I was a bit leery as the film began, it being an adaptation of Sondheim's musical, which meant I was looking at a whole lot of singing. Generally I'm okay with a musical in which there's normal acting interspersed with musicals. If, however, what would normally be the spoken words are instead sung - as are many of the lines in this film - I have been known to drift a bit. This film began the same way, with my eyes drifting shut a few times in the first few minutes.

Then the gore began.

And the gore built and continued. It's a gruesome film with blood pooring and pooling, spurting and spraying all over the place in a number of scenes. Blood pours from the throats of several of Todd's victims like a waterfall and spurts like a fountain from others. The film's gruesomeness doesn't stop with the killings, either, as the bodies are then dropped through a chute, typically landing with a sickly thud as their heads meet the stone basement three floors down before being chopped up and fed into the grinder and made into meat pies.

This film isn't one for the faint of heart or for the kids as the gore begins early and continues right through the even gorrier conclusion in which the Rosencrantz & Guildenstern truism holds and the bad end unhappily, the good unluckily.

A couple of reviews that I've read criticized the twin leads of Depp and Bonham Carter for having thin voices. Admittedly they probably wouldn't be the match of the finest voices of Broadway, but their performances held strong to the ears of the unlearned like me. They performed admirably and carried the film strongly, imbueing the film with Burton's requisite off-kilter relationship, summed up briliantly in Bonham Barter's daydream of the perfect life for the couple and their surrogate son. (Sadly no clip available on YouTube - though the scene is marvelously weird enough that this scene alone is well worth the price of admission.)

The film has been bounced around in a number of circles as one of the best of the year, and I think that's probably deserved. It's an excellent film with impressive performances, though it's not quite my cup of tea.

You certainly won't leave the theater happy and bouncy. Instead of a chipper, chattering crowd leaving the theater, our showing saw people stepping out in near silence. No "hey, how'd ya like it" or "man, I really liked that" - just silent wandering from the theater.

If you're looking for a happy ending, this isn't it.

Christmas night was spent in the Baxter Theaters in Louisville checking out an opening night-showing of Juno, another flick getting pretty strong reviews here at the end of the year.

The film's been mentioned in the same breath as Little Miss Sunshine, but the only similarities there are that both films are quirky and might be considered independent film, even though both have been distributed through pretty big movie houses. I couldn't stand Little Miss Sunshine and absolutely dug this flick, so I, of course, think the comparisons are pretty specious in my mind.

Juno is a beautiful, little film, and I don't mean that in an insulting way in the least. The film focuses on small things - no grand themes, no sweeping vistas - just a well-written tale of the relationships among a handful of people, one of whom finds herself dealing with - to paraphrase - things that should be way beyond her maturity level.

Ellen Page deserves all the kudos she's been receiving for her lead performance as the wise-cracking but wise-beyond-her-years lead character, handling the situation she finds herself in with aplomb (yeah, I'm working on raising my blog's reading level, shut up.) Her take on Juno holds the film together and lets it be okay that her parents, friends, adoptive parents-to-be, and friend/baby-daddy handle things in a way that's much more understanding than most anybody I can imagine in that situation.

From outstanding opening credit sequence through the note-perfect finale, the film never attempts to rise above the level of small, marvelous tale. It's impressively well-written, finely acted, and simply shot. It doesn't have the granduer and weight of an epic like There Will be Blood (high on my list to see when it shows in Cincy), or the gorgeous scenery of No Country for Old Men, but it's marvelous.

I do feel the need to mention the one issue that I had with the film, and it's the same one that I've had with the Gilmore Girls from time to time: the dialogue is a little too snappy, just a scosch too quick. I enjoy the snappy comebacks and fast pace of the patter between the characters, but I just might be a bit intimidated by people who could think this quickly and come up with turns of a phrase this impressive. It makes for an excellent movie, but some folks might think it a bit unlikely that real folks could be this witty.


Okay, quick hits through a bunch of stuff...
  • Batman-Deathblow - hard to follow, artwork that doesn't distinguish the characters from each other, plot that bounces back and forth between past and present without nearly a clear enough distinction...overall grade: poor
  • Catwoman: It's Only a Movie - good enough continuation of the series with the previously introduced Film Freak badguy...interesting enough, quick pacing...good but not special
  • Daredevil: Hell to Pay - Daredevil's secret identity is compromised, his enemy knows his powers and uses them against him, the badguy plots to get to Daredevil through his family & friends...oh, the shock, the novelty...I've found the previous half dozen collections in this run to be a strong, solid, impressive run, but this one treads too much familiar, overdone ground for my tastes...here's to hoping that the new authors can find something new to say
  • Y the Last Man: Unmanned - first volume in a series that many claim is the best running today...I didn't see that strength in the first volume which is pretty much all set-up...I'll give the subsequent volumes a try since PLCH has them, but I'm not convinced yet
  • DMZ: Body of a Journalist and Public Works - impressive series following a journalist in a Manhattan that has withdrawn from the United States and finds itself as the neutral zone between the United States and the secessionist Free States...excellent tales of life in a war zone with the difficulties inherent...great commentary on our loss of freedoms as well as - in the third volume - the government's use of private contractors to rebuild within that war zone...comic book series as political commentary, but one willing to admit that the answers aren't entirely cut and dry...a series you should be reading
  • Batman: Snow - surprsingly affecting tale going back to the early days of Batman retelling the origins of Mr. Freeze...neat, pretty artwork with a big use of pastels...neat, more interesting story is Batman's forming of a support team, trying to use civilians to help him on the job, behind the scenes...neat idea of the Bat trying a different way to get some help...I hope it stays as part of the canon because it's an interesting take on what he's done later with the various incarnations of the family
  • Batman: Death and the City - the first collection of Paul Dini's Detective series left me unimpressed...this one's redemptive as Dini finds his form telling a few two-part tales, including a team-up with Zatana that works surprisingly well...hopefully it'll be the story that lets the various Batman writers move on from the scar of Identity Crisis and the mindwipe...the two-parters seem to give the stories enough room to develop (something I thought the first volume could have used) while still avoiding the massiveness of the six- and ten- and whatever-issue story arcs that have become so prevelent in DC-world of late
  • Ex Machina: Power Down - sixth volume in this quality series feels too short...it starts the story but doesn't come even close to wrapping it up with any satisfaction...with only four issues in the trade, it also feels a bit like cheating to put out as a full-priced collection...we do get twenty-two pages of behind the scenes sketches and artwork, but I'd rather have a plot that moved along and maybe gave a bit of a revelation...weak collection from a strong series
  • Batman Begins - The Girl hadn't seen this one, and we got the preview for The Dark Knight...it holds up well on second viewing, in case you were curious
Oh, tomorrow's entry's gonna be shorter since I've been working on this one for the better part of a week off and on...

March 23, 2007

So, whatcha been doin'?

I've been pleasantly surprised with the development of the Cassandra Cain Batgirl since they gave her a bit of a backstory. The writers have done an excellent job of drifting her from a true tabula rasa but with the ability to beat anybody in the DC universe - Batman and Lady Shiva included - in hadn-to-hand combat. The whole trained-by-the-league-of-assasins thing worked for her history. The introduction of her character into the Birds of Prey even worked well as other strong female characters watching out for her.

And I think I like the initial turnings in the new direction in which Batgirl: Destruction's Daughter seems to take her. I'll avoid the plot ruiners, but I will say that I found the developments toward the major change in the character's orientation and loyalties to come along naturally, something that I doubted would work but that seems to roll along almost as though they were obvious.

The artwork throughout the Batgirl series continues to fit the character well as it's more cartoonish than most series - drifting too far only when they employed an artist or two that pushed the tone too far into anime. The younger, more innocent (except for the whole she-could-kill-you-in-a-heartbeat thing) tone of the Batgirl comics, and the writing it fittingly tight.

I'll be curious to see if the new direction holds out for Batgirl (I can't imagine it'll last more than a year at most), but I'd like to be around to see what the first confrontation between Batgirl and Batman will turn out to be.


Man, it doesn't get much darker than Requiem for a Dream, the second film from director Darren Arnofsky (following the phenomenal debut Pi). Requiem sontinues to show that Arnofsky is growing as a director but is clearly a force to be reckoned with. (I'm still looking forward to The Fountain on DVD at some point.)

This film is a tale of four characters and their descent into increasingly desperate drug addiction, and it's not for the faint of heart. I got the edited version from the local library, and I checked on IMDB to see what got left out in the editing process. Seems that the scene where one character sells herself for a fix was even worse than the thoroughly disturbing scene that I got to see - an edit that I'm totally fine with.

We get views of bad-to-disabling trips from the matronly character, withdrawl scenes from the younger characters, moments of ignorant blissfulness in the highs, and jumpy quick cuts for every injection or inhalation.

Arnofsky gives us more than a passing visit into the heads of these chracters as they progress further and further into drug use, using quick cuts, time pauses and rushes, drastic fish-eye lensing to connect us to the sense of disolcation from reality that he wants us to share.

The film is very well made, impressively acted by all involved (including the always lovely Jennifer Connelly whose fall into depravation is no less effectively portrayed or bothersome than are the others.)

[spoiler warning]







By the end of the film, one character has lost her mind, another his freedom, a third his limbs, and the fourth her dignity and sense of self. No one ends happily here, and the movie is very hard to watch because of that.

I certainly didn't enjoy this and can't imagine that it'd be a fun midnight movie.


I've said that I'm steering clear of the X-Men from here on out, but there are two exceptions: New X-Men and Astonishing X-Men. The former involves characters who are new enough that I don't feel like I've been out of the picture for decades when I read their stories, and the latter has characters who have changed so little that I again feel current with the storylines.

Thankfully, New X-Men: Childhood's End doesn't disappoint by continuing to tell a tight, well-crafted tale that is mostly self-contained, not requiring me to go hunting for a dozen other titles in order to enjoy the story.

We continue with the X-Men-in-training New X-Men at the Xavier Academy just after the bus containing their recently-depowered classmates has been hit by a rocket launcher, killing nearly all of those on board. The series has been building to revelations of a grand villianous plot that are reveled in this issue, a bad guy who can see the future and watch the effects of each action he takes as future history, allowing him to kill whomever he sees happens to have already stopped him in the future. It's an interesting premise and one that's played pretty well, particularly when the source of this power is revealed.

New X-Men continues to be a fun read that has a surprising amount of emotional depth. I've enjoyed getting to know and kind of care about these characters as they wander the teenage years with a few more powers than most folks I know.



Time draws short here, and I'm getting tired of writing things...so...

Superman of Tomorrw (part 2 and part 1) stunk.

The dialogue is too cute by half with lots of instances where we see voice over in front of a panorama, thinking that the dialogue is coming from one character. In the next scene, however, we see that the dialogue actually was coming from another character who happens to be having the same sorts of issues.

And the artwork is needlessly complicated.

And there's something about Superman being the bad guy because he made some sort of imaginary world in the phantom zone.

Dumb and to be avoided...


Luckily there is 300 to wash away the ick of the Superman dreck.

I was pleasantly surprised by 300. I had heard enough cautionary tales about it not being nearly as good as Sin City - and it probably isn't - that expectations were lowered a bit before last Friday's IMAX showing.

The film didn't, however, disappoint. The colors and visuals are stunning - truly awesome (in the original meaning of the word.) And for a movie that is basically an hour or so of a single battle, we get to know a number of the characters well enough to actually care about them and their fates. Interspersed with the impressive battle scenes, then, are scenes of the homefront where the political battle of whether or not to support our troops (something that has lead some to suggest, I think incorrectly, that 300 is an analogy to our current Iraq quagmire) which lead us to sympathize particularly with the main character (heavy is the head that wears the crown).

The film moves along quickly enough, never dragging in any one spot, and the end of the movie is impressively stirring.

It's far from perfect, but it's certainly worth a shot - especially in the theater because of those impressive visuals. I would imagine that much would be lost on a small screen.


I didn't get The Departed.

I mean I understood the story. It's a pretty simple one, honestly. There's a mole from the police in the bad guy's organization, and there's a mole in the police from the bad guy's organization. Pretty straight forward. And the two guys are hot for the same girl. An interesting but kind of flukish and empty quirk.

Oh, and the guys are each trying to find out who the other is - and getting all stressed in the process. Ok.

But I never got where the greatness of the film was. The whole thing seemed very straight forward, very kind of bland. Maybe it was the fact that Scorsese kept Jack Nicholson in check. I don't know.

I've now seen two of the films that were nominated for best picture last year: this one and Little Miss Sunshine, and I didn't get either one. Neither seemed worthy of nomination. Meh...

Since this wasn't nearly Scorsese's best, here are five of his films that are better:
  1. Goodfellas
  2. Taxi Driver
  3. Gangs of New York
  4. The Last Waltz
  5. Cape Fear