Why haven't there been more tank movies? We have a slew of war films… MoreWhy haven't there been more tank movies? We have a slew of war films in all shapes and sizes and yet there are hardly any movies from the unique point of view of the battle-tested tank crew. Perhaps it's the claustrophobic shooting conditions and limited breathing room, but then both of those are usually assets to the submarine sub-genre, and we got plenty of movies set primarily in less-than-spacious submarine quarters. Maybe it's the sheer cost, since a submarine can be replicated with a model and a tank requires its own onset crew just to get exterior shots. Then there's the issue of just watching close-ups of people looking through telescopes, squinting, and pulling triggers. I don't really have a working hypothesis to explain the paucity of tank movies from Hollywood but now there's at least one mainstream effort on the big board.
Fury follows the brave men of the titular tank that's traveled from Northern Africa to France and now Germany in the dwindling days of World War II. Norman (Logan Lerman) is the new guy, replacing a fallen comrade on Don "Wardaddy" Collier's (Brad Pitt) crew. The average life expectancy on a tank was only a handful of missions, but under Collier's leadership his squad has defied the odds. Now the presence of a rookie puts all their lives in danger especially so close to the end of the war.
Writer/director David Ayer (End of Watch, Sabotage) delivers a meat-and-potatoes kind of war film, a movie that knows what it's doing and how to satisfy its audience but rarely steps outside of this mission to resonate further. There's a requisite pathos and air of contemplation to the proceedings, especially with the conflict of Norman's innate goodness getting in the way of killing soldiers, armed and unarmed, in the line of duty. What does it take to be a soldier? Can you still recover as a man or does one have to shut off those elements of concern, the quibbles over moral actions that would otherwise haunt. In one sense, it's a little contrived that the new recruit has to be so green to the battlefield that everything needs to be taught to him including the us vs. them mentality of war. On the other hand, it provides an ongoing source of conflict that leads to some striking moments, like when Collier literally forces Norman's hand to get him his first kill. Much like Saving Private Ryan once it settles down, the movie progresses as a series of vignettes that showcase a variety of consequences and realities of the war. Naturally some are more engaging than others, but for the majority Fury holds your attention nicely. Ayer's direction of action is astute and a tank-on-tank battle is wondrously taut thanks to the stubborn and fascinating tactics of tank warfare. I just don't know how all these guys can make out whose order is for whom with all the other noise going on.
It's during the concluding act where the movie abandons most of its sense of realism to completely double down on exaggerated action movie heroics, and it's unnecessary. Beforehand, we've been treated to this crew and their town-by-town escapades, watching them come together but also watching them deal with the vagaries and lasting traumas of war. And then it suddenly shifts gears and becomes a last stand movie where our small crew in one immobile tank has to take on, literally, 300 Nazi soldiers. Ayer makes a specific point of clarifying them as Nazi S.S. men and not your casual German soldier. Pitt and company all decide to stay and fight valiantly rather than hide, and so we're treated to their preparations for what is sure to be an Alamo in a tank. It then just becomes a rote action movie where they fire into the smoke, more Germans keep coming, and we just patiently watch them run through their last remaining desperate options for defense. Ayer doesn't falter with his depiction of the action or the logical nature of his plot beats, though I don't know why they didn't keep more of the gun ammo in the tank. There's a repetition and expectation of casualties with this section, perhaps intended to magnify their sacrifice and heroism but it feels too forced. The movie was working perfectly fine prior to this new shift in tone. Now we have Germans that are plainly idiotic, with poor marksmanship, and who can't just wait out the tank. They have rocket-propelled weapons and the tank only shoots in one direction. The ending action assault still works as an entertaining barrage of blood and violence, but if you were liking Fury for what it was then be prepared to be a little disappointed.
What really hooked me with the film was an extended sequence that doesn't even involve the tank at all. Stopping to regroup with their company in a small, bombed-out German town, Collier and Norman enter the home of two women, Irma and Emma. Initially the scene plays out like they're scouting for any hiding soldiers, so there's an initial carryover of tension. Then the gentlemen stay and the scene transforms organically into something more interesting. The scene is allowed to linger, and we see a different side of Pitt's tank captain. The women set up a dinner and there's a moment of reserved calm. Norman and the youngest German woman get some privacy, much to the knowing approval of the other two older adults in the room. Then just as their little scene has reached serving time, the other members of the tank storm the room, drunk and confused. They came seeking to deflower Norman with an ugly prostitute they each had a turn with. Their eyes settle on the young, much prettier women, the food about to be served, and you can feel the resentment starting to build, the old conflicts and tensions sneaking back into the scene, particularly a sneering Jon Bernthal (Wolf of Wall Street), who relishes being hostile. You don't know where this is going to go. Are they going to make a fuss? Will they mistreat the German civilians, maybe even assault them, and if so how will Collier and Norman respond? What will they say about the appearance of preference with these civilians than with their tank company? How far will this go? I am not kidding when I say that for a movie with plenty of war violence, this was the tensest scene in all of Fury. It plays out so naturally, leisurely, but every moment pushing forward and building in tension. It's a shame then how Ayer decides to conclude this entire episode, glibly turning these women from characters into a cheap plot device. Until then, though, it's a 12-minute oasis from the genre machinery of war movies.
The other aspect where Fury falters is when it comes to fleshing out the characters in that dangerous tin can. With war movies the characterization can often get lost in the shuffle of violence and messages, so there's something of a sliding scale; if you can get one good sequence, perhaps one solid insight into a character that opens them up as more than "Hispanic Gunner" or "Vaguely Southern Religious Marksman" then you call yourself fortunate. The characters don't stray far from their archetypical orbits: the rookie, the hotheaded one, the Bible-quoting philosopher, the commander who hides his fear and... the Hispanic Gunner (sorry Michael Pena). The assembled actors do fine work with what they're given, but so much of the part is reactionary to off-screen, out-of-the-tank action. Pitt (World War Z) has a stolid clam that commands leadership but boy does his character lack a personality. He's just settled into that authority figure role. Shia LaBeouf (Nymphomaniac) gives a performance with enough edge, the emotions just peaking through during key moments, to leave you wanting more, both from the character and the actor. Lerman (Perks of Being a Wallflower) is suitably wide-eyed and out of his element early, finding his requisite spine and becoming a "man" over the course of the film. It works as a point of view entry into this world though his character can come across as naive and then later also unjustly criticized. After two hours with this crew, you won't be fighting back too many emotions as they make their last stand and their numbers dwindle.
Fury is a fairly gritty, bloody, and sturdily entertaining World War II action thriller that is unwaveringly serious for a solid two acts until an all-out assault into over-the-top action movie land for its final, admittedly enjoyable, conclusion. It decides to just skimp out on the characterization so as to spend more time pumping up the virtues of tone and action. The film never bored me, and during stretches it was riveting with suspense and a gritty realism, all before retreating back to archetypes and Hollywood standoffs. For long stretches it's a series of vignettes but there are moments that rise above, which cut through the carnage and stay with you. Ayer's direction of action is rather impressive and this is easily the finest work behind the camera for the famous screenwriter. In many ways, Fury is a no-nonsense throwback to World War II war movies, with a similar no-nonsense pack of characters. An older audience will definitely find the movie appealing. It does more than enough well to recommend but just don't expect the next Saving Private Ryan in terms of lasting impact. Still, give me more tank movies, Hollywood.
Nate's Grade: B
If your idea of a fine time at the movies is watching Denzel… MoreIf your idea of a fine time at the movies is watching Denzel Washington be a badass and murder people in grisly fashion for two hours, then The Equalizer is right up your alley. There's not much to the plot of this loose remake of the 1980s TV show of the same name; Denzel plays a man with a mysterious past who works at a large Home Depot-esque hardware store. He sees injustice transpiring against his pals, and he fixes it in a violent fashion. The movie is two storylines that don't converge until the final act, namely the Russian crime syndicate trying to ascertain who this vengeful badass just might be, and Denzel doing his episodic vigilante good deeds. The climactic act is a drawn out showdown where Denzel uses every part of the hardware store to deadly results. There's definitely a pleasure in watching Denzel dispatch tough-talking baddies, and that's what the film delivers, no more, no less. The confrontations are generally well written and ratchet tension nicely, especially when Denzel has some chilly conversations with his soon-to-be-victims before they inevitably make their bad decisions. The tense sit-downs were more entertaining for me than the bloody violence. Director Antoine Fuqua (Training Day, Olympus Has Fallen) goes about his business in a more than competent manner; the technical qualities are above average, though the film has moments where it seems too infatuated with its slick sense of style (slow-mo rain gun battles?). With a stream of bad guys to be toppled at a steady interval, The Equalizer can start to feel like an assembly line of cocksure carnage, a ready-made vehicle for audience blood lust. Still, watching Denzel be a badass and kill a whole lot of bad people is enough for a movie. Just don't expect much more than that scenario and you may be satisfied if you're not too squeamish when it comes to bloodshed.
Nate's Grade: B
Rest easy fans of Gillian Flynn's runaway bestseller, because Gone… MoreRest easy fans of Gillian Flynn's runaway bestseller, because Gone Girl the movie is pretty much exactly Gone Girl the novel. There were rumors that Flynn and director David Fincher had drastically retooled the controversial ending, but this was only premature speculation. Fun fact: it's easy to tell the people who didn't read the book in your audience because they will more than likely be the ones who groan once the end credits kick in. The fealty to the book is a relief because, as we book readers know from those late nights compulsively turning Flynn's pages, the real star of the movie is the story, which was ready-made for a grand, pulpy thriller, and that is Gone Girl the movie. Whether it's anything more than an exceptionally well made thriller is up for debate.
Amy Dunne (Rosamund Pike) has gone missing from her supposedly perfect life. Her husband, Nick Dunne (Ben Affleck), starts off as the tortured, grieving husband. He comes home one day to find his home wrecked and his wife missing. The police (Kim Dickens, Patrick Fugit) are worrisome about Nick's abnormal reaction to his wife's disappearance. He doesn't seem to know much about his wife. He seems like he's hiding something. Even Nick's twin sister Margo (Carrie Coon) has her doubts that Nick is telling the full truth. Amy's diary paints a different portrait of her husband, a man prone to increasing anger, mostly stemming from the loss of his job and a relocation from New York City to Missouri. Most of Nick's anger is focused squarely on Amy, enough that she fears for her life. As various clues keep piling up and Nick's public behavior appears suspicious, the media spotlight transforms him from victim to prime suspect.
No question having an artist of Fincher's caliber raises the quality level to its highest degree, but it's the perfect marriage of filmmaker and material that allows this movie to soar. Both Fincher and Flynn have a cold manipulative streak that twists an audience into knots. It's a terrific whodunit with several booby-trapped surprises that only make you dig in more. It seems like every few minutes we're learning more about Nick and what he's been hiding from others. Flynn, who also adapted the screenplay, does a terrific job of playing with our loyalties, getting us to doubt what we see and who these people really are, and she does this even to the final minute, leaving us with no clear-cut answers to wash away our reservations. Flynn's strengths as a writer are how she reveals her tale over time, how she makes us rethink the past and the characters and their sincerity. It's a patient film, and just under two and a half hours perhaps too patient, but it's not the least bit lackadaisical. Flynn's story is wrapping a web around Nick and watching him get caught, and every perfectly timed reveal only widens that web. Gone Girl is a film bursting with intrigue. It snares you and then fiendishly plays with your expectations.
Affleck (Argo) was an obvious choice for the role of Nick Dunne, the charming man whose self-effacing smile rubs people the wrong way. He's rarely been better onscreen, giving strong life to all the conflicting parts of Nick, from his calm aloofness at his wife's disappearance to his cunning way with his own truths. He gets way in over his head, and watching Affleck navigate the tenuous situation is one of the film's many twisted pleasures. Pike (The World's End, Pride and Prejudice) is going to be an unfamiliar face to most American audiences but not for much longer. This is the biggest role of Pike's career and much like Fincher's other "find" Rooney Mara in Dragon Tattoo, she knocks it out of the park. In just a look she conveys Amy's upper-class upbringing, her icy demeanor being interpreted as disdain. Through Amy's journals, the character opens up to us, becoming better defined, making us fear for her, and Pike sells it. Hers is a performance of layers; it's like she gets to play several Amy's in this movie. Her demeanor is always so composed, so modulated and controlled, so the big moments that draw out her anger and horror register even more. It's too early to determine what kind of awards buzz Gone Girl will have through the season, but if anyone has a chance, it's her.
From top to bottom, the supporting cast adds great value to the film. Most surprising is Tyler Perry (yes, that Tyler Perry) as Nick's high profile, slick, morally flexible defense attorney. It is no stretch to say this is Perry's finest acting ever put to film, in or outside a dress. I wanted more of him, and that's not something I've ever said before. Dickens (TV's Treme, Footloose) would ordinarily be the best actor in most movies, and her performance is smart, empathetic but no-nonsense, and wryly funny. In an ordinary crime thriller, she'd be our lead character. Coon (the breakout actress from HBO's The Leftovers) is the audience's voice of sanity, providing necessary gallows humor to punctuate all the discomforting dread. Casey Wilson (TV's Marry Me) is a suburban housewife send-up and provides some laughs too. Even Emily Ratajkowski, otherwise known as one of the topless models in the "Blurred Lines" video, is pretty good as a na´ve coed. Thus is the power Fincher wields as a director of actors, a quality often overlooked by his technical prowess. The one casting question is Neill Patrick Harris (TV's How I Met Your Mother) as Desi, Amy's creepy ex-boyfriend who still very much clings to the notion they should be together. Harris tries too hard to be creepy, concentrating too much that his style becomes mannered and halting.
With Fincher's name attached it's almost redundant to talk about the technical superlatives of the movie; it goes without saying. One of the finest visual stylists of his generation, Fincher impeccably composes his shots. The man finds a kindred spirit with Amy and her color-coded meticulous organization. The cinematography is crisp and suitably eerie and dreamlike (or nightmarish), the mood always pulsating with a beautiful dread to tap into the unsettling unease of the Nick's dire situation. The editing is rock-solid, keeping the audience guessing with the balance of Amy and Nick perspectives. There is a chilling sequence late that involves a mass amount of blood, but it's made even more unnerving thanks to the judicious edits and fade outs, heightening the horror. The only technical aspect I found wanting is the same with Fincher's Dragon Tattoo, namely the score by Atticus Ross and Trent Reznor. Twice now I've labored through musical scores of theirs that could best be described as ominous ambient noise. You keep expecting it to build but it doesn't. Perhaps it's just the change of material, as it's also been two films in a row based upon dark and grisly crime paperbacks, but consider me disappointed yet again. There's nothing memorable here and that's a shame considering how buoyant their Oscar-winning score was for still amazing Social Network.
But even with that Fincher polish and the sinister snap of Flynn's plot, I can't say that Gone Girl the movie rises to the level of its lofty ambitions. Much like Dragon Tattoo, this is a skillfully made crime thriller, but is it anything beyond that description? That's not to say there's anything particularly wrong with being a skillfully made thriller; Fincher's Seven is one of my favorite films of all time, and yet despite its end-of-times philosophy about the dark hearts of man, it's really nothing more than a exceptionally made thriller, and that's fine because that movie is near perfect. With Gone Girl, the stabs at deeper analysis and social commentary feel just out of grasp. The tabloid news fixation, a landscape littered with missing wives and presumably guilty husbands, is ripe for satire, but it feels always on the peripheral, like Fincher is checking in to take the temperature and then going back to the muck. There's much more that could have been done, but that's fine. The larger missed commentary is with marital relationships. This is not, as some critics have labeled, a How We Live Now kind of film, a jarring wake-up call that human beings more or less suck. Nick and Amy are far from being relatable analogues for the masses, and that's fine. They are allowed to just be interesting characters, which they are, rather than stand-ins for searing social commentary. The fact that five years into their marriage they're both still strangers says something about them, but does it say something novel about marriage itself or human relationships in the twenty-first century? The idea of people wearing false masks isn't exactly new. The average couple is not probably going to go to bed thinking, "Who is the real person I'm with?" The average couple is just going to go along for the ride and think, "Wow, these are some messed up characters."
And now some spoilers as I delve into Gone Girl's ending, so if you choose to remain clean please skip to the next paragraph. The ending is unsettling and disappointing for people because the only person who gets what she wants is our main antagonist, Amy. The final shot, a replay of the opening image but with clarifying context, is her triumph, staring coldly, head atop her husband, as if she were a cat purring. She has won. And this ending pisses people off. For my money, this is the absolute perfect ending for a story about toxic relationships and a morass of a marriage. Nick is rescued by Amy's reappearance, engineered through some canny media manipulation by Nick, but now he's stuck, and stuck with his lovely psychopathic wife. The police know she's guilty but won't proceed further thanks to looking inept on a national stage. Nick can't leave because then his child will be raised by Amy, twisting him or her into mommy's little psychopath. The only way he saves that child is by staying, by sacrificing his own freedom, to become prisoner to his wife, to play the part she has wanted him to play, and he does it. He is condemned. I find that to be poetic and darkly satisfying, and it's very true tonally for this sort of sordid tale, but I understand why people hate it. I just think a happy ending or one where the villain is vanquished would feel trite.
Gone Girl is a toxic relationship movie, an involving and pulpy suspense thriller, a rewarding character study that plumbs some pretty dark depths, and most of all a sickly entertaining movie with excellent craftsmanship. It is everything fans of the novel could have hoped for with Fincher attached. As our tormented husband and wife, Affleck and Pike deliver career-best and career-making, in her case, performances. The ending will divide audiences sharply just as it did readers but I consider it the correct denouement. The movie doesn't provide much in the way of stinging, applicable social commentary or media satire that hasn't already been covered by the likes of Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert. But does it have to be anything more than a terrific thriller? An exceptional thriller can be entertainment enough, and Gone Girl is definitely that.
Nate's Grade: A-
You've never seen a Kevin Smith film quite like this. Even after the… MoreYou've never seen a Kevin Smith film quite like this. Even after the man's first foray into the horror genre with the flawed but tonally ambitious Red State, I never would have expected the man best known for lewd discussions over pop-culture minutia to take note of The Human Centipede and more or less say, "Hey, let me try." After a short self-imposed retirement, it seems like Smith is creatively reinvigorated, crafting even more boutique films that no one else would make, and Tusk is a prime example of this. Whether or not the world needs a film where a man is kidnapped and physically transformed into a walrus is a personal question you'll have to answer in your own space.
Wallace Bryton (Justin Long) is an egotistical podcaster who is something akin to the mean-spirited version of Ira Glass. He travels around the country interviewing strange people for their strange stories, all to relate to his travel-phobic pal and podcast co-host, Teddy (Haley Joel Osment, all grown up). The two guys then crack jokes and make fun of these pathetic weirdos and losers. While in Canada, Wallace finds a curious posting in a men's room from a man named Howard Howe (Michael Parks) seeking a companion to share his lifetime of stories with. Wallace jumps at the chance, enters Howard's secluded home, and listens as the older, wheelchair-bound eccentric spins several yarns, notably a tale where he was lost at sea. His only "friend" was a walrus who he credits with helping to save his life. He misses his seafaring friend, and Howard has secretly drugged Wallace with the intent or transforming him into a human-walrus composite.
If you're a fan of bonkers body horror and demented humor, then Tusk just might be a short but potently nasty little treat for you. If you've seen enough similar genre entries you'll likely be guessing several of the plot turns before they happen, like the tea being laced with a chemical or Howard holding back his real and fiendish capabilities. However, there are moments that simply defy prediction, especially the last half of the movie where Smith doubles down on the madness of executing his premise. The tone is rather uneven and can prove to be a hindrance, with the first half more dramatic and the second half more absurd comedy. Smith impresses early on by slowly teasing the reveals: the duplicitous Howard, the revelation of missing parts, the full-on transformation. The knowing camerawork and long, creepy conversations build suspense even when we stop and realize how ridiculous this entire movie can be. And that's not an insult but a compliment, even a saving grace when the movie takes a few too many unwieldy detours (more on that later). With a premise this bizarre, and from a director in such unknown territory as Smith has waded, I, dear reader, was laughing throughout. Tonally, it felt like Smith was acknowledging the silliness of his movie but still being true to genre. There are some genuinely creepy and unsettling moments sprinkled throughout. The practical makeup gore can at times make skin look like a crumply raincoat. The final image of Long as a human walrus is both ludicrous and a horrifying sight you cannot un-see.
Much of the movie is a series of conversations and monologues featuring Long (Dodegball, He's Just Not That Into You) and Parks (Kil Bill). Hell, even Genesis Rodriguez (Man on a Ledge) gets a monologue; she's Wallace's put upon girlfriend who doesn't like the man he's become with fame. It's a rather rote part undeserving of a performance as good as Rodriguez delivers. She must have thought, "Here's my acting reel for the next few years; look casting directors, I can do much more than look hot." Back to the central duo, Long and Parks. The film's greatest assets are these actors and the movie is at its best when they share the screen. After his skin-crawling turn as a bile-spewing zealot in Red State, I expected Parks to be unhinged and frightening, which he is in spades. The man's calm demeanor is especially eerie. When he breaks into openly mocking his victims, adopting Wallace's howling cry, is another moment that bounces from creepy to funny and back to creepy again. It's a performance pattern that Parks nimbly dances throughout the film. Honestly, this may be the strongest performance of Long's career. He gets to portray an array of different shades with his character, from egomaniacal jerk to timid victim and finally raging science experiment (Smith's script reminds you often how much of a jerk Wallace was). It's more than just a performance of panicked screams. Long manages to find a character here and stays true to him, even as Wallace's psychological grasp is broken. He almost grounds the absurd third act due to the strength of his performance.
It's that more jocular second half where Tusk starts to lose its momentum and focus, and that's primarily because of the introduction of the character Guy Lapointe (Johnny Depp), a French Canadian private eye. Yes, that Johnny Depp, starring in a Kevin Smith movie, adopting a silly accent and a silly fake mustache and becoming what is essentially his take on Peter Sellers' Inspector Clouseau. It's a character that feels like he walked in from the set of a different movie, one that is far more aimlessly wacky. The sequences with Lapointe are also laboriously overstuffed. They just go on and on, and you fee whatever sense of momentum starting to flee, sadly. Depp is amusing and I'm genuinely thrilled to see him in a small movie where he can afford to be even weirder. The problem is that the Lapointe scenes feel more like an improv session that Smith was afraid to cut short or nudge in a different direction, as if he was so gracious about Depp agreeing to be involved that he ceded all control of those scenes. The introduction to the character is a ten-minute sequence, itself with an overextended flashback, and after the initial shock and fun of watching Depp wears off, I started wishing to get back to the man-walrus.
Tusk is a unique experience, a macabre experimental lark from Kevin Smith, but it also seems to be the first in a new direction for a man who made his millions on stoner comedies. Smith is currently underway on three other movies, all of them horror, two of which are the next stages in what has become his Canadian Trilogy of Terror. While Tusk hasn't made a blip at the box-office (if ever there was a film that cried out for on-demand, here it is), it has reawakened Smith's creative impulses and now the guy can't stop. Tusk is gross, funny, and genuinely creepy before it goes overboard with its very special guest star. I understand from a plot standpoint why another main character was necessary, but the movie needs some further discipline and tightening that it lacks. Basically, after reading the premise, you'll know whether or not this film is for you. My girlfriend accompanied me without any knowledge of the plot or the genre, and she enjoyed it. Perhaps there's hope for you as well.
Nate's Grade: B-
If anyone can reasonably explain to me the end of The Maze Runner in a… MoreIf anyone can reasonably explain to me the end of The Maze Runner in a way that makes some tangible amount of sense, I will give you money. The latest YA-franchise-in-the-making starts off with a storyline that reminded me of Rod Serling. We follow a group of teen boys, memories wiped, as they wake up in the center of a giant mechanical maze. Who put them there? Why? What's on the other side? As long as the maze and the mystery of it are front and center, the film works, twisting in intrigue. However, when the story veers away to the characters, mostly flat archetypes, and their new society, that's when I started getting sleepy. You got this awesome huge maze to explore, kids. The film ends up being an exercise in less-is-more restraint when it comes to sustaining a mystery and knowing what points to emphasize and which to skip over. There's a girl brought into their camp, the first, which they say should be a big idea and change the social dynamics of a group of boys, but it doesn't. There are silly mechanical spider monsters that scamper through the maze, as if the filmmakers felt a giant maze wasn't a sufficient enough obstacle and selling point. Scattered flashbacks early on spoil who is responsible for the maze, but when we get to the actual ending, the rationale for who built this large contraption and for what purpose doesn't add up, like, at all. An explanation wasn't necessary, but if they needed a quick one I would have accepted, "Aliens did it because." There's already a planned sequel in the works. My idea: the kids escape the maze only to discover... they've just entered a larger maze. Then they escape that maze only to discover... you get the idea. The Maze Runner is moderately enjoyable. Just don't expect to enjoy, understand, or even accept the ending and its implications.
Nate's Grade: B-