"I want to talk about how bad you make this room look."

Crazy Heart (2009)

Crazy Heart is a smooth ride through the tail end career of country music legend, Bad Blake. The character of Bad Blake transcends cliche due to the tremendous acting ability of Jeff Bridges, who's career reads as a monument to the craft with such films as The Fisher King, The Big Lebowski, and my favorite, the Fabulous Baker Boys.

It is in Bad Blake that we see Bridges at his most vulnerable and heartfelt. Bad Blake seems like someone you could genuinely like, someone you could even admire. It's obvious that many do, as he goes from town to town and is constantly recognized and praised for his musical career. And while Blake does have moments where he displays true signs of gratefulness and appreciation of his fans (usually resulting in free booze and quick women), it is obvious that a deep rooted pain prevents him from completely enjoying his celebrity status.

The film opens with Bad getting ready to perform a gig in an empty bowling alley. This is an obvious departure from the sold out arenas we assume he played in his glory days, and yet here he is. It is also here that we are introduced to the tumultuous relationship Blake shares with his unnamed manager. In the beginning of the film, Blake's conversations with the manager usually end in a slew of hateful words and judging from the small town bowling alley, it's easy to understand Blake's disappointment. However, as the film progresses it becomes clear to the audience that the manager is not necessarily to blame for Blake's current career path.

The meat of the film begins when a bubbly, small town reporter by the name of Jean Craddock is granted an interview with Blake. Jean is played by Maggie Gyllenhaal in what is absolutely the best role I have seen her in. Again, this character could have been easily reduced to cliche if it were not for the subtlety and compassion Gyllenhaal is able to give her role. This understated style of acting is what pushes an indie film like this through obscurity and into acclaim, creating an atmosphere where we as the audience are able to watch without judgment or distraction.

Blake is immediately struck by Jean's beauty, but it is not obvious that she feels the same way. She asks questions that go beyond the music industry and into personal regions of Blake's heart which he is quick to combat, ending the interview early but promising her a second chance after his next show. The second interview happens (over a few drinks) and a part of Blake we had not been privy to as of yet begins to shine. The audience falls in love with him and it becomes apparent that Jean does as well.

Despite this, Blake is still Bad and his tour must continue, as well as his drinking and self deprecation. Can a good woman truly save a bad man? It's a question that many films attempt to answer, yet Crazy Heart manages to embrace this inquiry from a more delicate angle than most. Should Jean, who has a young child of her own, risk her heart on a traveling soul who seems to love her and dislike himself in the same breath? Blake seeks redemption and the film chronicles this search in a way that engages audiences despite the lack of explosions, car chases, and gratuitous sex scenes.

Surprise appearances from Robert Duvall as Blake's long time friend and Collin Ferrall as Blake's one time apprentice and band mate create a world in which Bad Blake lives and breathes. The music, penned by T Bone Burnett and Stephen Bruton, float through the film effortlessly and never seems forced or fraudulent. This is important as there are many scenes in which Blake performs. If these scenes fail, then the entire atmosphere that is Crazy Heart would be destroyed. Luckily for us, they do not, and I feel this film handles it's music much better than the Johnny Cash biopic, Walk the Line.

Crazy Heart is seamless and goes down like silk. The film succeeds as a small gem among Hollywood giants. It does push certain emotional buttons that will no doubt warrant an obvious response from it's audience, but it does so with subtlety and texture. It handles these moments with tenderness, love and joy. It is these ingredients that will hopefully keep people talking about the film for many years to come.

"Dutch Pyschological Horror or Another Reason to Stay Indoors."

The Vanishing (1988)



The Vanishing is one of those films that I just love. The plot is simple, the cast is minimal, there is no superficial action or violence, and yet it's effect is powerful and significant.

Without ruining anything, I can tell you that Rex and his love interest, Seskia, are going on a road trip. Soon after, Seskia is abducted. I can tell you this because the film uses "what you know" as a method of building suspense. It works in a way I found very interesting and I recall an overwhelming sense of dread during the entirety of the film's first 25 minutes.

The remainder of the film is a meditation on the obsession of two men, Rex and Seskia's abductor. Rex hopes to find the whereabouts of his missing friend, now gone for three years. He plasters fliers all over the city and is the guest on television shows. He is unable to form a new love relationship because of his endless desire to know just what happened to Seskia.

The abductor becomes aware of Rex and his efforts to find the truth. With the same intensity, the abductor actually begins to follow Rex. This leads to a relationship which ends so dramatically that my stomach began to ache and I wanted the film to end. Please note, this is not because of graphic or sexual violence. Director George Sluizer was able to accomplish a level of true climatic suspense without having to blow things up or cut things off.

It appears that Sluizer has actually directed an American remake of this film for $20 million dollars, ten times the amount of its Dutch predecessor. While I haven't seen it, I find it hard to believe that this kind of film could exist in the Hollywood machine. It is not a necessarily fun ride. It does not have a Disney ending. But what it does have is tenacity, integrity, and an unflinching desire to stare into the eyes of the things we fear most. Isolation. Ignorance. Pain and suffering. Perhaps by reflecting on these qualities, we may be better apt to avoid them in our every day life.

"Hello! I Must Be Going..."

Woody Allen once revealed, "I can't really come up with a good argument to choose life over death. Except that I'm too scared." In 'Whatever Works', the "Allen" character, Boris Yellnikoff (Larry David), a retired physicist living in Manhattan, swallows this fear and tells us (literally) that he once tried to kill himself. While he obviously failed, the attempt did give him an ongoing limp and added to his already extremely pessimistic view on life.

This attitude is handled wonderfully by Larry David, whose ability to express cynicism and dread has been fully showcased on the series, 'Curb Your Enthusiasm'. Here, Larry David is only slightly less 'Larry David' as we know him and perhaps more 'Alvy Singer'. Boris is sarcastic and depressed and he has a deep need to express his greatness to all who will listen. He was, after all, almost considered for a Nobel Prize.

Like other Allen films, the 4th wall is breached often by Boris. He confides in the audience and seems to feel like we are on his level intellectually, while the people around him are just "inchworms". Those "cretins", however, are unaware of us. They think that Boris is going crazy and wonder who he is talking to. It's comedic but it also affirms to Boris that he is, in fact, the only one who can see the big picture.

The story begins to develop when we meet Melody played by Evan Rachel Wood. She's a transplant from the deep south and after some family problems, she escaped to New York, homeless yet still remarkably positive. She shows up on Boris' doorstep who, after some convincing, reluctantly agrees to let her stay for a night. Which turns into a week...Which turns into...Well, you'll see.



We meet Melody's conservative, religious family and Boris' liberal, upstate New York friends, and along the way we see changes so drastic, they border cliche.

But to discredit the film for this reason would be wrong. Allen has created a parable more so than a film with this piece. Things are one way, lessons are learned, and then things change. Immensely. And then it's over. Yes, it's glossy and extreme at times, and it's not necessarily realistic in any regard...but the idea is that something is taught, that something Boris has rambled off to you has stuck. I believe it works. It's a film about suffering, dread, and pain, but ultimately, 'Whatever Works' is about joy.

For a more serious film about an old smarty pants and a young bubbly girl, check out 'Starting Out In the Evening'. It stars Frank Langella and is serene, I tell you!


**This was written while listening to Wolves in the Throne Room. Check em out**