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Hello fellow Bloggers, I'm Nathan and I enjoy film and television shows as I'm sure you do. When the world is dull, confusing or upsetting, there is little better than putting something on and dwelling in your own universe of choice. A place where you can hang out with characters of inspiring or disturbing natures and maybe even find some answers for your own life in the process.

The Crossing Guard - A Parent's Nightmare (LINK)

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The Crossing Guard follows the story of a man named Freddy Gale (Jack Nicholson) who is finding it very hard to come to terms with the death of his daughter who was hit by a car six years earlier. John Booth (David Morse), the man who was responsible is now to be let out of prison, and after an initial failed attempt by Freddy to kill him, he threatens that he will be back in three days time to get his revenge.

The film is written and directed by Sean Penn who I think has created a film that is reflective and personal, which shows the symptoms of grief as being arbitrary; that a person should not be expected to behave in any particular way after the death of a loved one. The film doesn’t just show the pain from Mary, the mother (Angelica Houston) and father’s point of view, but also that of the offender who as the film shows is not a hardened criminal but a man who made a mistake, albeit the worst kind you can make caused by careless drink driving.

Freddy is introduced to us as someone who is not enjoying life despite the fact that he frequents strip-clubs and drinks heavily on a daily basis. His face is stern and unforgiving and slow motion shots, which are used quite liberally, create sensations of a man trapped within time, unable to move on and deal with his grief, who is instead forced to go through the motions one agonising second at a time. He wakes up in the morning to find yet another stripper in his bed but it is clear that any pleasure that was had was purely enjoyed by the lady.

Rough Night eh Freddy

Shortly after, a man is released from prison to be greeted by his parents (Piper Laurie and Richard Bradford). At first this feels like Penn is trying to antagonise the viewer because (if you are aware of the synopsis of the film) we can infer that this is the man that has killed the girl. To see a sensitive remorseful man, who is leaving prison to return to the comfort and loving environment of his parents’ throws you off guard when you are expecting some callous or wicked man of whom is unsympathetic to the harm he has caused. From this moment on it is clear that this isn’t going to be a clear black and white revenge film where the bad criminal is to be justifiably killed by a loving, grieving father. No far from it, in fact, it is often Booth who seems to feel the pain of the girl’s death more than Freddy and at times the viewer maybe be confused as to where their sympathies lay. Freddy chose a path of destruction as we will see, showing no consideration to his now ex-wife and their two existing children, not visiting his daughter’s grave for closure and instead living like an animal letting his own heart become weaker and colder. It is Booth who after leaving prison immediately gets a job, begins a genuine relationship with a woman named Jojo (Robin Wright Penn) and even goes to his victim's grave with flowers. This conflict is the driving force of events and it is Freddy who must come to the conclusion that what happened was an accident, and that his desire for revenge is a way of satiating his own pride more than anything else.

Angelica Houston as Mary

Another thing that is made apparent in this film is how men and women deal with their grief in polar opposite ways. Mary has chosen to move on and remarry but this is no slight against her ability to care about her deceased daughter. At the beginning of the film, parallels are created using cross-cutting to show Mary at a group counseling session for those who have lost loved ones, and Freddy at the strip-club with his buddies. Later we see Mary at her daughter’s graveside, sat peacefully as though she has slowly come to terms with what has happened but has put the effort in to do so. Like I said before, neither of the parents’ way of coping is illegitimate it’s just that, without generalising, it is just natural for men to dwell in the negative and tempestuous side of things, hitting the bottle and feeling sorry for themselves whilst women may be more fearful of letting that pain turn to hate. There is a point in the film where Freddy tells Mary that she’d be lying if she didn’t feel “pride and relief” in hearing that John Booth had been killed. Freddy thinks he is being honest about his vendetta and hatred and that Mary is just in denial or to afraid to admit it and on a surface level that might be the case, however the moving ending of the film teaches Freddy and the viewer that he was the one who was to afraid to face his true feelings, trying to convince himself that killing Booth was the only way he could move on.

The Crossing Guard is a satisfying film to watch because it is one that will leave you hypnotised even if just for a few moments during the rolling of the end credits, with Bruce Springsteen’s ‘Missing’ providing a complimentary haunting sensation as it blends in with the final scene of the film. The performances are good ones all around; Houston looks great and even though her and Nicholson’s on screen time together isn’t huge, they have a good chemistry, both communicating passionately whether in a volatile or sensitive manner. Nicholson is great as always, probably drawing from his own personal experiences in his ability to live on the edge as he does in this. He has also been given an opportunity in this film to expand on his usual repertoire of the slick, sharp, relaxed man of the world, as this is the first time I have seen him so despondent as to break down into tears. David Morse does well in playing with strength, intensity and solicitude, showing signs of Russell Crowe and Michael Madsen in his performance. I think that The Crossing Guard is definitely an achievement Sean Penn should feel proud of, similar in theme and tone to Mystic River, a film in which Penn was the one to play the grieving father and may have even influenced.
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Sweet and Lowdown: It's just Jazz baby (LINK)

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Sweet and Lowdown has a film style like that of other Woody Allen period pieces set in the 1930s such as Radio Days and Bullets over Broadway. All three films share the same gangster suits, intimate restaurant-clubs and nostalgic Jazz music in the score as well as showing Allen’s passion for Jazz music, for he is a dedicated player of the clarinet and a long time member of a New Orleans Jazz band. He originally wrote the film in the late sixties under the name of The Jazz Baby but the executives at the time wanted more of a comedy from Allen and so he put it on the back-burner and wrote Bananas instead. Thirty years later he rewrote that script and called it Sweet and Lowdown.

In Sweet and Lowdown Allen writes and directs a film following the highs and lows of a fictional Jazz musician called Emmet Ray. Ray played by Sean Penn, is a virtuoso genius on the guitar with an equally impressive tolerance for booze. The film begins talking heads style in that several esteemed aficionados of Ray (including Woody Allen playing himself) are interviewed and retell stories about this Jazzman which then segue into the past and to a roadside bar where we get to see these stories played out firsthand.

Ray is introduced to us not as a legendary Jazzman but as a pool hustler and as a pimp, who being a feebly paid musician, despite his talents needs to make a little dough on the side. He is an egomaniac, never shy of tooting his own horn and so cocky you’d think he’d found some inconspicuous way of concealing his comb, beak and wattle; though this confidence would soon disappear if his idol and only musical superior Django Reinhardt were in the vicinity; for whenever he is so all blood and oxygen are soon drained from Ray’s brain leaving him as an unconscious heap of awe. Throughout the film Reinhardt seems to be sort of an elusive spectre that Ray is trying to both capture and outrun, for not only is he Ray’s hero but he is conversely someone who reminds Ray of his weaknesses.

Emmet and Django Jamming


Due to Ray’s irresponsible and careless nature he is a liability to the clubs he plays at but if you could play the guitar like he does then you’d probably give in to the temptation of taking liberties when you could. He knows that he is the main attraction and that when he plays it is as though all his former disgraces have been forgiven as he manages to hold his audience in the moment. Seeing him play reminded me of the mannerisms of Charlie Chaplin as he sports a dim-witted but charming grin and kicks his legs out with a similar frivolity and slapstick joy. Oddly enough Sweet and Lowdown plays out in the fashion of a Chaplin film as Ray’s second love interest in the film is a sweet, bashful mute who with a societal dysfunction like that of ‘A Blind Girl’ in City Lights seems to be grateful for the attention and that she is being considered at all. Unfortunately for Hattie (the mute played by Samantha Morton) her benefactor is not a lovable, caring, gentile fellow like ‘The Tramp’ but a self-obsessed, emotional infantile musician who has a strange passion for watching trains and shooting rats at the dump; activities he enthusiastically does with reluctant dates. In his first ‘relationship’ of the film he tells the girl “I let my feelings come out in my music,” to which she replies, “Well maybe if you let your feelings out in real life, then your music would be even better.” This fact we eventually discover is the one thing that keeps Ray as an inferior player to Reinhardt of which he is told by his third love interest Blanche played by Uma Thurman. Blanche is a writer who is constantly asking Ray questions, evaluating him and trying to understand how his insides work.

Hattie and Emmet


Throughout the film it becomes clear that Ray has trouble dealing with his emotions and rather than sort them out he tries to replace them with the drive to succeed. If he cannot confront and control them he is just as determined not to let them control him and his abilities, but sadly the revelations about what is important to Ray come a little too late leaving him not with just a broken guitar but also a broken heart.

I didn’t think the film played out like you’d expect a story to as it seemed more like fragments of a man’s career both on and off the stage, put together quickly to sum him up. I think it may have been to do with the nature of the film, as like Walk the Line or any other autobiographical film (fictional or not), when you are trying to retell and capture specific moments of a celebrities career it’s going to be difficult to lets say make one event run smoothly into another when editing is needed and so the many relationships the star has with those around them can seem hasty. Although in Sweet and Lowdown it may have been the case that Ray’s romantic relationships were just a tool for understanding Ray better and the kind of man he was rather than the actual details of how they got on or what they did. All in all this is another enjoyable film from Woody Allen and Sean Penn gives a very convincing and amusing performance as an unpredictable, well dressed vagabond.

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Scoop - derivative? Maybe, but in a good way

Scoop is a media satire about a dippy magician who teams up with an aspiring reporter, who has been tipped off by the spirit of a recently deceased reporter, to investigate, or maybe I should say snoop around, a wealthy, British aristocrat of whom is supposedly the Tarot Card Killer, a dastardly homicidal criminal. Sounds like there’s much wacky fun to be had, right? Well yeah, I’d say so, despite its biting reception…
…It seems a tough life for an artist. They spend its entirety creating brilliant things; pouring themselves into their work, only to be slaughtered by critics who don’t think their new material is funny enough, or ridicule them for continuing to write parts for themselves. Well for the record, Woody Allen is a wonderful actor and I’ll never equate him with Victor Frankenstein; condemning him for creating some monster persona that can’t be destroyed.

Scoop is the second film of Allen’s to be filmed in England and was produced in association with the BBC; something which is evident through the choice of locations (city pubs and country mansions), set design (the afterlife, boating sequences are meagre and amateur; nothing like that of Love and Death) and all the British extras; plus a little cameo by a certain London, Nescafe whoring, supernatural-librarian watcher.

Even though Scoop should not really be compared to Allen’s earlier films, as they belong to different eras of his career, it is hard to ignore that Scoop is a glossy film, and does seem to be tainted with that refined, British, Brigitte Jones’ Diary style makeover, disposing of the concrete jungle of cluttered myriad New York streets, smoky bars, motley but sincere characters and chiaroscuro cinematography for generic, wealthy, urbanites; pastured mansions and glass house architecture, something to do with art deco and postmodernism…I haven’t a clue. It is also hard to dismiss the fact that Scoop seems to almost be a pastiche of some of Allen’s more recent works (by recent I mean those from the early nineties onwards), most notably Small Time Crooks, Manhattan Murder Mystery, with flashes of Crimes and Misdemeanours.

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Scarlett Johansson plays a bespectacled, highly-strung, peppy, geeky, ambitious reporter named Sondra Pransky; a woman who also has a randy vixen streak which she isn’t afraid to indulge in should her duty as a reporter require it of her. After all, a reporter can’t just dig through the dirt but must roll around in it to, using their sexuality as a weapon as vital as the pen and the pad. It is a departure for Johansson who has been known to play cooler, mocking, more composed roles i.e. Ghost World as the apathetic miscreant Rebecca or the wry, contemplative Charlotte in Lost in Translation. It is certainly nice to see her making full use of her vocal chords, moving away from the whole monotone voice thing to something with a little more spark; at least to save her from the same fate as Keanu Reaves and his mono-expressional reputation.

Woody Allen plays a second-rate magician called Sid Waterman or ‘Mr Splendini’ (his stage persona). This could be Allen paying homage to himself as he was once known to be quite the entertainer when he was a child; performing magic tricks in his neighbourhood. His character of Waterman in Scoop seems to be an imitation of another of his creations, Danny Rose from Broadway Danny Rose, where Allen played a struggling talent agent; as they both speak in the same New York, Brooklyn accent; both use the same artificial ‘showbiz’ expressions (i.e. “you’re an incredible audience and I mean that from the bottom of my heart” and “God bless ya’ sweetheart”); and both share an endearing pathos. Strangely enough Waterman, as though in a parallel universe to Rose, could easily have been one of Rose’s acts that he would have hired for Broadway.

Love ya' baby


Waterman’s blundering, clueless ability to fit into the culture of high society, when he and Pransky go to Peter Lyman’s (Hugh Jackman) garden party, matches that of his character Ray in Small Time Crooks. The scenario is painfully similar (well not as painful as it was in STC), as both stand out with their brash accents, and almost like ‘Del boy’ attempting to sell a hooky toaster to some Lord who has never even heard of toast, you are sitting on the edge of your seat, as you see them showcase their uncouth, streetwise personalities, waiting for them to get ‘escorted’ off the premises by a bodyguard named Jones. Another scene in which they resemble one another is that of Sid’s attempt to enter Lyman’s coded music room whilst at the party, and that of Ray’s attempts at stealing a valuable necklace whilst at a high class party in SMT.

You must also keep your ears de-waxed, as there is a bit at Lyman’s ‘doo’ that we get a snippet of the classic Woody, denominational neuroses, which will be refreshing for fans of his older more self-obsessed films. Whilst talking with some of the guests he says, “I was born into the Hebrew persuasion but when I got older I converted to narcissism”, probably the best line in the film.

Scoop also seems to resemble Manhattan Murder Mystery in many ways though MMM is far superior in both acting (difficult to even compare the revered Allen – Keaton dynamic with the latest Allen – Johansson one) and plot of which combines intelligence, suspense and comedy, and is delightfully woven into Larry and Carol Lipton’s relationship, producing Larry’s reluctance (like Sid’s initial reluctance) to enter anything to dangerous and Carol’s desperate curiosity to play the sleuth.

Sondra Pransky (left) Sid 'Splendini' Waterman (right)


There is something fractal about Woody Allen’s style as each new film seems to be derivative of an older one and also seems to be affected by it in some way. As though if Annie Hall had killed that lobster that got stuck behind the fridge, then that may have somehow caused Carol Lipton to be murdered by the Manhattan killer, which in turn would have caused Sondra Pronsky to forget how to swim. I’m sure that even Joe Strombel (Ian McShane) - the deceased reporter who we see at the beginning of the film trying to bribe the Grim Reaper with money to let him escape - is taking action that is suggestive of an action Allen, due to his preoccupation with death, has probably imagined taking many times when his death cargo sails in to port Woody to carry him away.

Scoop may not be as thought provoking, intricate or damned hilarious as some of Allen’s other works but it is certainly entertaining and shows that an ageing man possessing a filmography rich with some of the darkest emotions, can still see life with humour as he did when he made his gut-busting debut, Take the Money and Run.

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