Miscellaneous Movie Musings: Part XXX
Filed under: Talking Books,Talking Movies,Talking Television — Fergal Casey @ 5:59 pm
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This could be how I see Tenet in 70mm later this year, if it or any other blockbuster gets released at all in 2020
The polling suggests cinema may be done
It seems somebody had the good sense last week to poll Americans on whether they would return to cinemas once this coronavirus unpleasantness has blown over. The answer was yes. Certainly. But not right away. Rather like the beach on the 4th of July in Amity Island everybody would stand back and let someone else be the first to paddle out into the water and make sure there were no killer sharks lurking thereabouts. But if people are serious about waiting three weeks or three months before they'd dare venture into a packed cinema again, how can the cinemas survive? How many days can you survive as a going concern when your biggest screens showing the biggest blockbusters at the height of summer garner an attendance more usually seen at an Alex Ross Perry movie in the IFI? Big releases have been pushed into 2021 with abandon: Fast & Furious 9, Ghostbusters: Afterlife, Morbius. I'd be surprised if MGM didn't get nervous and shove No Time to Die from November to next April if they think that by November people will still be readjusting to the idea that going to sit in the dark with 300 sweating sniffling coughing strangers packed like sardines in a crushed tin can isn't like asking for rat stew during the Black Death. I for one like the idea of taking a coffee into an obscure French film and listening to Jazz24 in screen 3 of the IFI after normal service has been resumed – but the kicker is, that would be a fairly empty screening. And too many years of press screenings, matinees, and unpopular art-house choices have made me unaccustomed to truly packed cinemas. I was already frequently exasperated at bustling audiences before the coronavirus; because of the constant talking, shuffling in and out to the toilets and sweets counter, and, above all, the feeling that I was looking out over a WWII night scene as the light from endless phones strafed the roof of the cinema on the watch for incoming enemy aircraft. To put up with that, and then be paranoid that anybody, not just the people sniffling or coughing, but asymptomatic anybody could have the coronavirus and I could end up with scarred lungs and no sense of smell or taste from watching a film makes me hesitant to go before the second wave.
Further thoughts on the xkcd challenge
A couple of weeks ago I mentioned re-watching Aloha and thinking about the xkcd challenge [https://xkcd.com/2184/]. To wit, it is easy to prove your independent streak by disliking films universally beloved, but less easy to prove your independent streak by liking films universally reviled. Randall Munroe gave a critical score under 50% on Rotten Tomatoes as the target, the other two parts of his trifecta being that the films came out in your adult life post-2000, and are not enjoyed ironically. Well, gosh darn if I didn't find these ten films rated between 40% and 49% by critics on Rotten Tomatoes. And you know what, their critical pasting is, I would argue, largely undeserved. Some of them are rather good, some of them are not nearly as bad as reputed, and I would happily watch all of them again.
I was astonished to see that Robert Zemeckis' 2000 Hitchcock pastiche was so critically pasted when it features some sequences; in particular the agony in the bath tub; that rise to the height of genuine Hitchcock level suspense. Zemeckis' increasing obsession with CGI-enhanced technical wizardry hasn't yet completely swamped his interest in his characters, as he overtly toys with Rear Window expectations.
Colin Hanks and Jack Black are the main players in Mike White's knockabout comedy about a hopelessly bungled application to Stanford, courtesy of Lily Tomlin's guidance counsellor, and increasingly ludicrous attempts to get the admissions kerfuffle all sorted out by any means necessary. It may not be as sharp as other White scripts but it's always amusing for its less than 90 minutes.
Vin Diesel has valiantly kept the memory of this ludicrous 2002 film alive by somehow making it his only successful non-Fas & Furious franchise. The premise of an extreme sports dude being recruited into being an amateur CIA spook makes no sense what-so-ever, but it had better action, jokes, and humanity than the Bond film of its year by some measure – "Bora Bora!"
The Rules of Attraction
It was a genuine shock to see that this film was so critically reviled when I enthusiastically featured it in my list of best films of the 2000s. It stands beside American Psycho as the best adaptation of a Bret Easton Ellis novel, and Roger Avary draws career highlight turns from leads Ian Somerhalder, Shannyn Sossamon, and James Van Der Beek.
One of the last examples of the big blockbuster movie with the big blockbuster song complete with a big blockbuster video; the at the time inescapable Evanescence hit 'Bring Me To Life'; this is an only semi-successful attempt at knockabout nonsense with the villains all trying to out-ham each other (and Colin Farrell's Bullseye winning), but Jennifer Garner shines as Daredevil's love interest Elektra.
Switchblade Romance
I will die on this weird Gallic hill! Alexandre Aja's utterly blood-soaked shocker starring Cecile de France (and a chainsaw that spooked the next crew to use it) is a goretastic virtuoso thrill-ride, and the final twist, which was presented as it was on the advice of Luc Besson that it would be funnier that way, makes the film even more preposterously entertaining!
This was the final straw for critics when it came to M Night Shyamalan, but it's actually a very engaging and deeply creepy film with a star-making lead performance from Bryce Dallas Howard. Sure the final twist is probably over-egging the pudding, and indicated that M Night was now addicted to twists, but it doesn't undo the effectiveness of all the previous suspense.
Keanu Reeves' chain-smoking street magus powered a supernatural thriller with exquisitely deliberate pacing, courtesy of future Hunger Games main-man Francis Lawrence; here making his directorial debut. It had a fine sense of metaphysical as well as visceral horror, featured outstanding supporting turns from Tilda Swinton and Peter Stormare, a memorable magus versus demons action showdown, and was easily Keanu's best film since The Matrix.
I can't believe that writer/director James Gunn's delirious deconstruction of the superhero genre could actually have been this lowly esteemed by critics on release in 2010. Rainn Wilson and Ellen Page both give tremendous performances as the delusional heroes who decided to dress in absurd costumes and fight crime; suicidally going up against Kevin Bacon's gangster, who is very much not a comic-book villain.
I will often stop on this if I catch it late at night while channel-hopping. It may not be a very smooth or coherent film, but it has scenes, lines, and ideas that still pop into my mind frequently; "You brought a gas mask?" "Of course I brought a gas mask!" "Just for yourself?"; and Seth Rogen's DVD commentary is a hoot.
You didn't build that, Disney
It's been quite maddening to see bus after bus pass by in the last few weeks with huge ads on their sides for the launch of Disney+ and know that this lockdown is a gift from the universe to a mega corporation by making their new streaming service an obvious choice for harassed parents eager to occupy the time of housebound children with the Disney vault while they try to get some work from home done. Not of course that it's really Disney's vault, as is made plain by the attractions listed on the side of the bus. The Simpsons, which is to say 20th Century Fox. Star Wars. Pixar. Marvel. National Geographic. That's Disney+? These things aren't Disney. Matt Groening created The Simpsons, and I highly doubt Walt Disney would have approved. George Lucas created Star Wars and changed the cinematic world with ILM, and it was from Lucasfilm that Pixar was spun out, with the help of Steve Jobs. Not anybody at Disney. Stan Lee and Jack Kirby and Steve Ditko are responsible for most of the characters of Marvel, and without James Cameron and Bryan Singer and Sam Raimi there probably wouldn't have been an MCU for Disney to buy. And Disney sure as hell didn't found the National Geographic Society in the milieu of Alexander Graham Bell in the 1880s. Disney bought these. They didn't build them patiently, they didn't put in hard work, or exercise quality control over decades to build up a trusted reputation, they just waved a cheque book, and somehow regulators looked the other way at the increasing monopoly power being acquired. Disney bought these to accumulate monopolistic power and make mucho money, and in the case of Star Wars when they have attempted to build something themselves they have spectacularly managed to kill the golden goose, as can be seen by looking at the downward trajectory at the box office of the late unlamented Disney trilogy.
On Rewatching Movies
Tags: 007, Andrei Tarkovsky, Apocalypse Now, Back to the Future, Back to the Future Day, Birdman, Boss Jim W Gettys, Chad Harbach, Charles Foster Kane, Citizen Kane, Constantine, Donald Sutherland, Donald Trump, DVD, DVR, Henry Skrimshander, High Rise, Hillary Clinton, IFI, ITV 2, James Bond, Jaws, Jean-Luc Godard, JFK, Joe Pinsker, John Healy, Keanu Reeves, Ken Adam, Louis Malle, Marcus Aurelius, Mia Hansen-Love, Mike Schwartz, Orson Welles, Oscar Wilde, Paul Fennessy, Roger Moore, Sean Connery, Stephen Errity, The 2010s, The Art of Fielding, The Atlantic, The Dark Knight, The Joker, The Lighthouse, The Matrix, The Matrix Reloaded, The Zeroes, VHS, Woody Allen
The Atlantic recently showcased some findings from behavioural economists suggesting that we overvalue novelty and undervalue repetition, and it made me think about how I've been watching movies of late.
Listener up there! what have you to confide to me? Do I anticipate Trump? Very well then I anticipate Trump.
I have been finding it hard, looking back to 2010 in the last few weeks, to get a handle on the contours of this decade, cinematically speaking. And I think some of that difficulty is owing to my not having rewatched as many movies as I would have done during the previous decade. This was a deliberate decision to use my time to add as many new titles to my ken as possible rather than simply rewatching what I had already seen. And that decision has been quite rewarding: I have seen more Jean-Luc Godard, Woody Allen, Orson Welles, Andrei Tarkovsky, Louis Malle, and Mia Hansen-Love films than I would've had I not sought them out. But it seems there is an opportunity cost: if you focus on expanding your knowledge, it comes at the cost of deepening existing knowledge.
There is a lot to be said for repetition to really soak in a film. After all a vital check on whether a film really stands up is whether it can be rewatched with profit. I saw Birdman and High-Rise twice within days and loved them both times. In the case of High-Rise I had a totally different viewing experience each time: a crowded screening in IFI 2, where Stephen Errity and I managed to miss the opening scene, brought out the comedy of the film, whereas a deserted screening in IFI 1 with Paul Fennessy brought out the visual grandeur of the film. John Healy opines that repetition, like constantly catching snippets or indeed all of Jaws on heavy rotation on a movie channel, allows you enjoy lots of little details you'd otherwise miss without seeing it so often.
Little details can create what I've previously dubbed 'mental architecture'. Watching The Matrix again and again and again you find yourself responding to someone asking your name with 'Yeah, that's me' and only later realise you were quoting Keanu Reeves. Clambering off the floor with a somewhat awkward grace you realise later you were approximating how Keanu Reeves got up off his knees at the end of Constantine. In neither instance were these conscious emulations, simply physical or verbal replications of an oft-seen physical action or verbal response. The joy of repetition is that which comes from knowing a movie inside out: like watching a James Bond movie with my Dad, hooting at in-jokes about Ken Adam's inability to stop blowing the budget on working monorails, or quoting along to The Matrix Reloaded line after line en masse with friends.
Whooping up Back to the Future Day on ITV 2 with my Dad back in 2015 wouldn't have been half as awesome if we hadn't watched each film repeatedly together over three decades. When Dad couldn't countenance a full film I would summon from the DVR just the helicopter attack in Apocalypse Now, Donald Sutherland's JFK monologue, the Joker's attack on the van in The Dark Knight:
At the far left of the shelf of DVDs was a single unlabelled videocassette. Schwartz slid it out with a finger and popped it into the ancient VCR.
"What's this?" Henry asked.
Schwartz watched this tape alone sometimes, late at night, the way he reread certain passages of Aurelius. It restored some nameless element of his personality that threatened to slip away if he didn't stay vigilant. (The Art of Fielding)
Repetition can allow us grasp a film from different angles, enjoy the red herrings we missed before, create personal in-jokes, and provide us with an idiosyncratic frame of reference. But it can also utterly surprise. I was experiencing the rare joy of sharing a friend's first encounter with a classic in 2017 when I nearly gasped at Citizen Kane on the big screen. Donald Trump's threat to Hillary Clinton during their debates that he would, if elected, appoint a special prosecutor to look into her situation, now found an incredible anticipation in Charles Foster Kane's threat during his speech that his "first official act as governor of this state will be to appoint a special district attorney to arrange for the indictment, prosecution and conviction of Boss Jim W Gettys". There was now a new meaning in an old text.
In the case of Citizen Kane and American politics life was imitating art, as Oscar Wilde opined happened more often than vice versa, and a piece of art that had seemed to have a stable meaning had had that meaning upended. Repetition is not old hat in a world of novelty and completist instincts. It is both a time machine, that can enable us remember the way we enjoyed a movie the first time we saw it and remember ourselves and the milieu of that experience, and a transmogrifier that reworks old movies into something we never suspected our contemporary.
Taking Stock of Keanu
Tags: 47 Ronin, A Scanner Darkly, Alan Moore, Barry Norman, Basic Instinct, Cape Fear, Constantine, Dirty Harry, Falling Down, Fatal Attraction, Fort Apache, Francis Lawrence, Generation Um..., George Reeves, Gregory Peck, Henry's Crime, Jack Nicholson, John Wayne, John Wick, Keanu Reeves, LAPD, Man of Tai Chi, Michael Douglas, Mike Mills, Moby Dick, On the Beach, Philip K Dick, Rebecca Miller, Red River, Richard Linklater, Rio Grande, Robert Downey Jr, Robin Wright, Romancing the Stone, Sands of Iwo Jima, She Wore a Yellow Ribbon, Street Kings, Superman, The Big Country, The Day the Earth Stood Still, The Guns of Navarone, The Hunger Games, The Lake House, The Matrix, The Private Lives of Pippa Lee, The Quiet Man, The Searchers, The War of the Roses, Thumbsucker, To Kill a Mockingbird, Tom Ludlow, University Observer, Wall Street, Warner Brothers
7 years ago to the day I wrote a piece on how Keanu Reeves, then 45, was dealing with mid-life cinematically. I think it's time to check on Keanu again.
In the distant halcyon past of 2004 I wrote a profile of Keanu Reeves for the University Observer. He had just declined Superman for Warner Bros when I wrote that profile, and in 2010, not having any currently lucrative franchise, I said he'd be now be considered about 20 years too old to even audition, and George Reeves be damned. In the Observer piece I'd cryptically noted that "The 40s is the decade where film stars have their last big roles", but lacked the space to really flesh that out. Somebody, perhaps Barry Norman, had suggested Hollywood leading men lose their cachet on hitting 50, so their 40s are the years where they have both the maturity and the box-office clout to take on the roles for which they will be best remembered. Think John Wayne (Red River, Fort Apache, She Wore a Yellow Ribbon, Sands of Iwo Jima, Rio Grande, The Quiet Man, The Searchers), Gregory Peck (Moby Dick, The Big Country, On the Beach, The Guns of Navarone, Cape Fear, To Kill a Mockingbird), Michael Douglas (Romancing the Stone, Fatal Attraction, Wall Street, The War of the Roses, Basic Instinct, Falling Down). It seems a good enough theory.
Between 2004 and 2014 Keanu appeared in Constantine, Thumbsucker, The Lake House, A Scanner Darkly, Street Kings, The Day the Earth Stood Still, The Private Lives of Pippa Lee, Henry's Crime, Generation Um…, Man of Tai Chi, 47 Ronin, and John Wick. Like Jack Nicholson in the 1980s he's not been afraid to play supporting parts. His gleefully self-parodic performance in a glorified cameo in Thumbsucker as a zen orthodontist who spouts Gnostic nonsense to the titular hero is by far the best thing in Mike Mills' first movie. His turn in Rebecca Miller's Pippa Lee is also a joy, as his middle-age failed pastor and failed husband screw-up embarks on a tentative romance with Robin Wright's eponymous character that may just redeem them. Keanu's sci-fi films, Scanner and Earth, struggled to find large audiences. Richard Linklater's roto-scoped adaptation of Philip K Dick's novel is a good if odd film but Robert Downey Jr's manic turn eclipses everything else, while Earth is a serviceable Christmas blockbuster in which Keanu nicely plays the emerging empathy with humans of the alien with awesome powers but the film struggles to truly justify remaking the revered original for the sake of CGI destruction sequences.
As far as leading dramatic roles go Street Kings' Tom Ludlow must rank as one of his best characters. Ludlow is 'the tip on the spear' of the LAPD, a blunt instrument who stages 'exigent circumstances' to act on his Dirty Harry impulses and kill the worst criminals. Wrongly implicated in the murder of his former partner he jeopardises an elaborate cover-up by his friends in his single-minded search for the cop-killers, his unstoppable thirst for answers acting as a tragic flaw which reveals that his violent tendencies have been exploited by smarter people. Beside that career highlight The Lake House can seem insubstantial although it is a very sweet entry in the lengthy list of Keanu's romantic dramas, while Constantine stands out commercially as the franchise that never was… Keanu's chain-smoking street magus John Constantine bore little resemblance to Alan Moore's comics character but it powered a supernatural thriller with exquisitely deliberate pacing, courtesy of future Hunger Games main-man Francis Lawrence; making his directorial debut. Utilising what Lawrence has since spoken of as the twilight zone between PG-13 and R it had a fine sense of metaphysical rather than visceral horror, and was Keanu's best film since The Matrix.
And then came John Wick…
Potentials: Francis Lawrence
Filed under: Talking Movies,Talking Television — Fergal Casey @ 5:07 pm
Tags: Alfred Hitchcock, Alien 3, Catching Fire, CGI, Christoph Waltz, Constantine, David Fincher, Francis Lawrence, I Am Legend, Ian McShane, IMDb, Jim Norton, Keanu Reeves, Kiefer Sutherland, King David, Kings, Othello, Peter Stormare, PG-13, Reese Witherspoon, Richard Matheson, Robert Pattinson, The Dog it was that Died, The Great Depression, The Hunger Games, The Matrix, Tilda Swinton, Tim Kring, Titus Welliver, Tom Stoppard, Torah, Touch, Twilight, Water for Elephants, Will Smith
In this, the first of a series of occasional features, I'm going to argue the case for Francis Lawrence having the potential to be a great director of the future.
Who the hell is Francis Lawrence? Glad you asked. Francis Lawrence is the director of Constantine, I Am Legend and Water for Elephants. He came from music videos, just like David Fincher. He had a happier initial time of it in mainstream commercial movies than Fincher's Alien 3 nightmare debut, even if the ending of I Am Legend got completely changed in post-production on him, but it appears that that bruising experience was enough to send him into mini-exile. Lawrence took some time after I Am Legend before helming another movie. Before 2011 IMDb at one point listed him as being involved in developing 7 different projects simultaneously – all with the same proposed release date… While this exercise in development hell or development indecision was going on in Hollywood, Lawrence turned to TV; directing Ian McShane in the drama Kings, a modern re-telling of the rise of King David in the Torah. Kings was inevitably cancelled and so Lawrence hitched a lift on the Twilight bandwagon with 2011's period romance Like Water for Elephants starring Reese Witherspoon and Robert Pattinson.
I'm a bigger fan of Lawrence's three films than most. I'd rate Constantine as Keanu's best film since The Matrix, at that time. I'd rank I Am Legend very highly as an exercise in suspense, until the dog dies and everything goes to pieces. And I actually think Water for Elephants is a good film, despite its critical mauling. But more importantly I think all three films display some qualities that bode well for Lawrence really imposing his style on Hollywood. Water for Elephants is as measured in its pacing as Lawrence's previous two films, even if it seems a world away in content. In an age of action editing that reduces everything to a CGI Impressionist swirl, Lawrence is willing to hold shots, wring the suspense out of his sequences, and make the geography of action legible. But his liking for restrained CGI in his two blockbusters explains the joy he found in working with animals, his visual style does convey magic at times; even managing to impart beauty into night-vistas glimpsed from the train which are obviously CGI.
Another strong point derived from his liking for sustained shots and measured sequences is that he has a neat eye for framing, a skill declining rapidly in a world of steadicam. And framing to a large extent is what lies behind an ability to do stomach-churning suspense that Hitchcock would have appreciated. Just think of the expert lengthening of the shadows when Will Smith is suspended in a street with vampire dogs waiting to rip into him when he falls into shade. Lawrence also has a genuine skill for getting fine performances from his actors, especially in supporting roles. Jim Norton is genuinely affecting in what should be a walking cliché of a role in Water for Elephants, much as pre-Oscar Tilda Swinton made her mere handful of scenes immense in Constantine. Then there's villains…
Lawrence does villains exceedingly well. Christoph Waltz's August in Water for Elephants is as nuanced a villain as previous Lawrence antagonists. Socrates says that no man would knowingly do evil. Gabriel in Constantine thought she was doing good, that mankind was not worthy of the gift of salvation and needed to be truly tested. The vampires in I Am Legend are the next evolution of humanity, they have bonds of kinship and leaders that motivate their actions. August is a man desperate to escape the Great Depression by pushing his animals and performers, and when he whips the elephant he is overcome with remorse, and offers all his whisky to soothe her wounds as well as explaining that he was enraged by his wife's endangerment. The fact that we see August commit animal cruelty but only hear about him red-lighting people makes his end rage seem like an Othello-like product of jealousy rather than motiveless malignity. The subtlety of August's portrayal was not obvious from the trailer. And even Touch, the unloved Kiefer Sutherland TV show had a pilot directed by Lawrence in which Titus Welliver's villain was revealed to be a damaged hero rather than a true villain. Lawrence didn't write that, but it's hard not to think that such a reveal attracted him to Tim Kring's script. Such an ability to invest villains with real complexity is unusual, and it would be refreshing to see it in a blockbuster where another quality he's displayed finds a natural home. If August's nuances were not obvious from the trailer for Water for Elephants then neither was the chasteness, a few stolen kisses, of the romance between Jacob and Marlene until they literally jump. It echoes the chaste relationships in Constantine and I Am Legend, and it seems tailor-made for PG-13-land…
Hunger Games sequel Catching Fire is Lawrence's next movie, and it's out on Thursday, with Lawrence already committed to directing its two sequels. I think Lawrence has the potential to be a future great. Whether he realises that potential is largely down to whether he's brought his skills truly to bear on his greatest opportunity.
Keanu Takes Stock
Tags: A Scanner Darkly, Alan Moore, Basic Instinct, Cape Fear, Constantine, Dirty Harry, Gregory Peck, Hollywood, Jack Nicholson, John Constantine, John Wayne, Keanu Reeves, LAPD, Michael Douglas, Moby Dick, Philip K Dick, Red River, Richard Linklater, Robert Downey Jr, Robin Wright, Romancing the Stone, Street Kings, Superman, The Day the Earth Stood Still, The Lake House, The Matrix, The Private Lives of Pippa Lee, The Searchers, The WB, Thumbsucker, To Kill a Mockingbird, Tom Ludlow, University Observer, Wall Street, Warner Bros, Zen
Keanu Reeves will be 46 in a few months, so how is he dealing with mid-life cinematically?
Back in 2004 when I wrote a profile of Keanu for the University Observer he had just refused to play Superman for Warner Bros, and now (not being connected to any lucrative franchise) unlike the era of George Reeves, he'd be considered about 20 years to old to even get an audition. In that piece I'd cryptically noted that "The 40s is the decade where film stars have their last big roles" but didn't have time to expand on my meaning, which was that Hollywood leading men tend to lose their cachet on hitting 50 so their 40s are the years where they have the maturity and the box-office clout to take on big roles – like John Wayne doing Red River and The Searchers, Gregory Peck doing Moby Dick, Cape Fear and To Kill a Mockingbird and even Michael Douglas doing Romancing the Stone, Wall Street and Basic Instinct.
Since Keanu turned 40 he's appeared in only seven films Constantine, Thumbsucker, The Lake House, A Scanner Darkly, Street Kings, The Day the Earth Stood Still, and The Private Lives of Pippa Lee. Like Jack Nicholson in the 1980s he's not been afraid to play supporting parts. His gleefully self-parodic performance in a glorified cameo in Thumbsucker as a zen orthodontist who spouts Gnostic nonsense to the titular hero is by far the best thing in the movie. His turn in Pippa Lee is also a joy, as his middle-age failed pastor and failed husband screw-up embarks on a tentative romance with Robin Wright's eponymous character that may just redeem both their lives. Keanu's sci-fi films, Scanner and Earth, struggled to find sustained audiences. Linklater's roto-scoped adaptation of Philip K Dick's novel is a good if flawed film but Robert Downey Jr's manic turn eclipses everything else, while Earth is a serviceable Christmas blockbuster in which Keanu nicely plays the emerging empathy with humans of the alien with awesome powers but the film struggles to truly justify remaking the revered original for the sake of CGI destruction sequences.
As far as mature roles go Street Kings' Tom Ludlow must rank as one of his best. Ludlow is 'the tip on the spear' of the LAPD, a blunt instrument who stages 'exigent circumstances' to act on his Dirty Harry impulses and kill the worst criminals. Wrongly implicated in the murder of his former partner he jeopardises an elaborate cover-up by his friends in his single-minded search for the cop-killers, his unstoppable thirst for answers acting as a tragic flaw which reveals that his violent tendencies have been exploited by smarter people. Beside that career highlight The Lake House can seem insubstantial although it is a very sweet entry in the lengthy list of Keanu's romantic dramas while Constantine stands out commercially as the franchise that never was… Keanu's chain-smoking street magus John Constantine bore little resemblance to Alan Moore's comics character but it powered a supernatural thriller with exquisitely deliberate pacing and a fine sense of metaphysical horror that was Keanu's best film since The Matrix. Keanu seems to have moved away from franchise movies but that might just reduce the audience for his upcoming roles. He faces a dilemma it seems – does he take on another box-office behemoth or just cameo in indie movies?
Where he goes from here is a choice we leave up to him…
A Proof: Keanu Can Act
Tags: Alan Moore, Conor, Constantine, Garth Ennis, Hardball, John Constantine, Keanu Reeves, Kevin Spacey, Lex Luthor, Steve Dillon, Superman Returns
This blog will now attempt the impossible and prove (though sadly not by the use of algebra or geometry) that Keanu Reeves can act. I know, you're sceptical, but hear me out. If Keanu can't act, as nearly every film critic on the planet has gone on the record at some point to allege, then everything he does in every film should be the exact same, because he never gets into any role, right? To quote Kevin Spacey's Lex Luthor, "WRONG!!!" I'm going to use the old classic 'compare and contrast' method to prove once and for all that Keanu Reeves can act and not only that but that he can be observed acting in the most minute character details that could be easily overlooked.
The films to be examined are Hardball (2001) and Constantine (2005). Hardball is a sappy sports drama in which our hard-living hero learns life-lessons from the ghetto kids he coaches at baseball and blah. Constantine is a highly stylised supernatural thriller loosely inspired by the comics of Alan Moore, Garth Ennis and Steve Dillon. In both films Keanu chain-smokes. But he chain-smokes in completely different ways in each film. Keanu's John Constantine is a bad-ass, his soul has been marked for eternal damnation and he knows it, he's cocky and arrogant because of what he knows about magic and demons and the terminal cancer in his lungs, he is a rake at the gates of hell to borrow one of the comics' descriptions. Thus he lights his cigarettes in a very stylised 'I'm too cool' way, and smokes them slowly, enjoying the social taboo he's breaking.
Keanu's Conor in Hardball is a twitchy, nervy gambler, heavily in debt and facing a savage beating from at least two bookies if he doesn't repay them an awful lot of money that he really doesn't have and has little prospect of raising in time. He lights his cigarettes viciously fast, drags on them like he's sucking in oxygen, and pulls them in and out of his mouth jerkily like he's got endless caffeine causing spasms in his arms. This is not the lingering smoking of Constantine but a very character specific neurotic smoking.
Now an actor who can't act could in no way have come up with two different ways of smoking to express his character's feelings. Therefore people, Keanu Can Act: QED.