Tag Archives: is this really a children's film?
Bluntly, Inside Out is not a good film because it explores the inner regions of a child's mind, nor is this a particularly novel concept. The girders of the screenplay strip parts from many films that rest on the subject of literalizing human emotion.. Winnie the Pooh, in all its facets, including the seminal duo of feature films by Pixar's parent company, Disney, is implicitly about childhood emotions let loose in the forest of the mind. Eeyore is melancholy, Tigger is a deranged enthusiast and childhood id, Pooh is the curiosity balancing them all on a pin head. The Hundred Acre Wood is Christopher Robin's free-floating mental space, scratchily drawn with free-floating ambition and tapered-off regions where the harsh scrawl fades into watercolor lightness to symbolize Robin's emotions eventually trailing off into the great unknown limbo of pure empty whiteness. Continue reading →
This entry was posted in Review and tagged animated films, cinematic playgrounds, is this really a children's film?, just plain fun, Pixar, Score: 10/10 on July 21, 2015 by jakewalters98.
Class of '99: The Iron Giant
If 1999 is an important year in cinema history – which most believe it to be – The Iron Giant is arguably the most important single film in the entire year's canon, beginning as it does a great trend of films both wonderful and abysmal we have not yet escaped from: films based off of Pete Townshend concept albums.
I kid. But The Iron Giant is important for what it reveals about the year 1999: the trend of important directorial debuts, either formal "first film" debuts or debuts into the mainstream by independent directors who had directed a film or two before-hand. One does not need to have seen any films from 1999 to understand the importance of the directors that emerged from the thick of the eye of the millennial storm to shape the contours of cinema for the ensuing fifteen years. If some of these films seem wobbly today, they at least signaled the arrival of important cinematic voices for the ensuing decades. Continue reading →
This entry was posted in 1999, Review and tagged american dreams, animated films, brad bird, is this really a children's film? on June 26, 2015 by jakewalters98.
Modern Oscarbait: Hugo
In the past few decades, the premier American New Wave survivor Martin Scorsese has made a career of nostalgia. Not that his films are nostalgic, mind you; if anything, his deeply ragged works of human frailty tear and fray nostalgia with rusty teeth. They do not play, within themselves, with nostalgia, but they exist, as objects, as nostalgia. Specifically, they exist as nostalgia for Scorsese's other, earlier films, playing on his anti-nostalgic style for increasingly middlebrow audiences with the heyday of "back when they made real films". Continue reading →
This entry was posted in Review and tagged is this really a children's film?, Martin Scorsese on June 3, 2015 by jakewalters98.
Progenitors: Poltergeist (original)
Not any sort of official series, but especially during the summer months, remakes and sequels are, if nothing else, great excuses to review the films that came before. As I am above no excuse to review a film, I must answer the call.
I would like so much to proclaim the original Poltergeist as a fascinatingly accidental volcanic meeting of disparate, jagged minds, the harsh nihilism of director Tobe Hooper jutting out into the heart of the sticky-sweet nostalgia of producer Steven Spielberg, whose nostalgia is in turn engulfing the nihilism of the director. Ideally, the two seminal figures in arguably the first AAA horror film of the early '80s (the genre's introduction into the big leagues of crass, craven '80s consumerism) would have had their nails at each others' throats like a cage match between a devil-worshiping, corpse-eating, grave-residing raven and an elegant, iconographic American eagle. Even if the two minds burnt each other out, the battle would be a bile-spewing front-row-seater if ever there was one.
At its best, Poltergeist almost gets there. Introducing us to Steven and Diane Freeling (Craig T. Nelson and JoBeth Williams) who reside in a regimented, rigid California suburb with their three children: Dana (Dominique Dunne), Robbie (Oliver Robins), and Carol Anne (Heather O' Rourke), all of whom bear a grand-old Americana name if ever there was one. Now, most suburbs have their everyday problems…rats, tax collectors, salmon shorts, but ghosts is another story (I must concede, however, that salmon shorts may be the greater evil still). One night, Carole Anne discovers first-hand that something is up, and as time moves on, things begin to bump a little too much in the night for this family to handle.
This entry was posted in Progenitors, Review and tagged horror films, is this really a children's film?, Spielberg on May 26, 2015 by jakewalters98.
Review(s): Laika, Part One (Coraline)
It's an easy thing to see the success of Coraline the film resting squarely on Neil Gaiman's shoulders. Indeed, his sly storybook writing is the base of the film's narrative, which sees young Coraline (Dakota Fanning) stuck in the day-to-day doldrums of a dreary, lifeless existence in suburbia. Every detail of narrative is very much Gaiman-esque (which, if not yet coined, most certainly will be soon enough). One day, Coraline finds a portal to another world, alike in some ways but different in many others, as though it was built by the same architect in an altered state. There she meets her "other" parents, alike in every physical detail except one: black buttons sewn in where eyes once were. Emotionally and mentally, however, the new parents are polar opposites. While her old ones are overworked and uninterested, her new mother and father spend every waking moment perfecting Coraline's world. It's a dream come true, but young Coraline is about to discover that behind every dream lies a nightmare waiting to burst out. Continue reading →
This entry was posted in Review and tagged animated films, is this really a children's film?, kind-of-horror-but-totally-horror, literary madness, stunningly gorgeous beyond belief on November 3, 2014 by jakewalters98.
National Cinemas: My Neighbor Totoro and Grave of the Fireflies
When today's youth approaches the world of Japanese filmmaking, the most ubiquitous name is not Kurosawa, nor Ozu, nor Mizoguchi, but Miyazaki, the marvelous maestro guiding his Stuido Ghibli toward the clouds lifting up human imagination, and particularly childhood emotion, rendered sublime. It's perhaps fitting that Miyazaki has taken up the mantel, for he combines the best of the past into a whole equal parts grandiose and sweeping (Kurosawa), spiritually elegiac (Ozu), and mournfully mythic (Mizoguchi). It seems inappropriate to discuss Japanese cinema without him, and it seemed inappropriate to not take the opportunity to review his two most achingly personal, most emotionally pure movies. That the two were released simultaneously in a theatrical double-bill, and that they are linked by so many diegetic features only to be as tonally opposite as any two films ever were, is an all the more fascinating testament to Miyazaki's exploration of humanity at its most unrestrained and least affected.
My Neighbor Totoro is at its best when it is at its simplest, which thankfully is every single frame of every single scene in the whole film. It is a deeply streamlined work, lacking superfluous event to the point where it is almost non-narrative in its impression of childhood amazement. The narrative mostly boils down to eight year old Satsuki (Hidaka Noriko) and her, for lack of a better term, adventures in the forest next to her new rural home. Continue reading →
This entry was posted in National Cinemas, Review and tagged animated films, haunted beauty, is this really a children's film?, Japanese Cinema, just plain fun, miyazaki, National Cinemas, Score: 10/10, stunningly gorgeous beyond belief on November 2, 2014 by jakewalters98.
National Cinemas: Yellow Submarine
After uploading two of the most depressing British films I can imagine, I decided a nice counter-balance would be in order: a couple of bonus reviews of just about two of the damn cheeriest films in existence. It's been my pleasure.
Edited mid-2015
Yellow Submarine is a Beatles film, and this carries certain baggage. Above all, we must have the Beatles – this is the Beatles psychedelia express vaguely hiding as a children's film after all, and insofar as they are the star of the show, they must be in the film. We must ask of any Beatles film then: what does it reflect about the Beatles as an entity? What is most surprising about 1969's candy-coated art film, then, is how little a presence they have in the film, and how little import they play even as the narrative (insofar as it can be called one) is wholly about them. I don't mean this as a negative – their aloof, detached standoffishness, their inability to take any problem seriously, and their seeming lack of interest in really doing much of anything seems wholly intentional. And it is subversive as all hell.
This entry was posted in National Cinemas, Review and tagged animated films, British Cinema, cinematic destruction, cinematic playgrounds, is this really a children's film?, just plain fun, music movies, National Cinemas, Score: 10/10, something lovely this way comes on August 19, 2014 by jakewalters98.