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Sunday, October 16, 2022

she said

Smart, mainstream adult dramas are in short supply these days--that's one of the many reasons why Maria Schrader's (I'm Your Man) film adaptation of New York Times reporters Jodi Kantor and Megan Twohey's book She Said is refreshing. Let's just say it's not the typical type of movie to be proceeded by the Universal globe, but Hollywood should be making more movies like this. The film tracks Kantor (played by Zoe Kazan) and Twohey's (Carey Mulligan) sweeping, yet meticulous work in compiling and breaking one of the biggest stories of our recent times: the Harvey Weinstein sexual assault scandals. The movie shows their process with a sense of sincerity and urgency: Kantor and Twohey hustle from location to location (Weinstein's victims spanning the globe), getting calls--sometimes threats--in the middle of the night, all while raising kids. There are disappointments along the way--those who don't want to be named, interviewed, found. The movie shows the power of teamwork within the hierarchy of the Times. It's a flattering portrait, perhaps in part because the film makes use of the authors of their source material, location and name, with a calm and direct Patricia Clarkson (wonderful casting) as editor Rebecca Corbett at the helm. Meanwhile, in the background, the ominous tumult of 2017 America plays out--Trump's first year in office, the Las Vegas mass shooting, the Charlottesville Unite the Right Rally. Also shown is the Women's March in Washington, D.C., an outpouring of outrage, protest and comradery under the shadow of Trump's inauguration. Ashley Judd, who played a pivotal role in the March, ends up becoming a key person in and ally of Kantor and Twohey's story (the use of the real and the seemingly "real" is sometimes imbued with subtle humor and effective throughout).  This queasy year is presented vividly and accurately--it's before COVID and the overturning of Roe vs. Wade--and part of the film's power is knowing where we are now and where we were a mere five years ago. It's infrequent, perhaps risky, to see our recent past portrayed in a movie--unless it's a documentary (a plethora of which we are served on streaming services constantly). 


Interestingly, I couldn't detect much in common between Schrader's directing on this and I'm Your Man, except for a visual and narrative smoothness and strong work with actors. Samantha Morton in particular, as a former Miramax assistant Zelda Perkins, is haunting and commanding in a single scene. The way she builds her scene in the manner of a slow crescendo and chilling denouement is flat-out breathtaking. Nicholas Britell's music is, as usual, beautiful, but it's jarringly loud and overbearing in the film--sudden string flourishes dig into scenes that don't need them. The editing by Hansjörg Weißbrich is sometimes choppy and clunky, and some scenes with the usually good Jennifer Ehle feel unexpectedly leaden, but overall, there's a swiftness and economy to She Said. The support and teamwork between women is absorbing to see onscreen and the final moment--juxtaposing the nitpicky banality of their work with the intensity of the story itself and its ultimate influence--is powerful. ***

-Jeffery Berg 

Sunday, January 17, 2021

promising young woman

Consider me floored from the first viewing of Promising Young Woman, a myriad mixing of familiar film tropes painted over in bright candy-colors. Writer / Director Emerald Fennell's (who also features in a sardonic video tutorial) script is a perfectly-plotted vengeance tale of Cassandra (Carey Mulligan) who exacts retribution on those who wronged her friend. I thought of all the films, many of which I personally love, that Fennell's movie perhaps purposefully and unconsciously channels and riffs on such as Fatal Attraction (a light flashes on and off upon Cassandra in the darkness), Single White Female, Kill Bill Vol. 1 & 2, or even something like Sleepaway Camp II: Unhappy Campers, and many glossy music videos of female pop icons from the past few decades of Mulligan's generation (Britney Spears' "Toxic" figures brilliantly with Herrmann-esque scratched strings, courtesy of Anthony Willis' orchestrations, who scored the picture). The film gets more complex and less "spelled-out" when Cassandra's journey becomes entangled with those directly related to her friend's assault: we see the ways in which all genders and positions of power can be complicit in the wake of sexual violence, and Cassie's attempts at comeuppance are carried out in mostly satisfying ways. The best thrillers flip the mirror upon ourselves, testing the audience's ethos and pathos. Much of Cassandra's backstory shines through Mulligan's layered performance--lines delivered with a hardened, precise delivery.

I love the attentive casting, especially the too-infrequently-cast Jennifer Coolidge as Cassandra's mother. Coolidge's eyelash-bat-quick shifts between comic and tragic, her trailed-off line deliveries are affecting. That she is famous for teaching the "bend and snap" in Legally Blonde seems particularly ironic in this movie. Laverne Cox unhooks the traditional, demure, "supportive best girlfriend" role. The geeky, seemingly harmless young men (Adam BrodyChristopher Mintz-Plasse, Bo Burnham, particularly excellent), who would be depicted as lovable goofballs in dim male comedies are more baleful here. Alfred Molina, as a psychologically-damaged lawyer, is the perfect choice for a short portrait of over-heatedness and desperation. Many of the characters' names pointedly refer to past American Presidents, especially the story's main offender.

Nancy Steiner's vivid costuming highlights the uniforms of the everyday (scrubs, floral robes and tops, khaki pants and blue Oxford button-downs, and the cream-colored dresses and tops of conservative brunch-wear) with the more gaudy nightwear disguises Cassandra dons (including the now-iconic nurse get-up with a blue cotton candy bob wig). Throughout Cassandra sports a gold broken-heart charm necklace, Skittles-colored nails--even sipping a juice box in a scene--suggesting her tenuous grasp on her childhood friend. The art direction and sets, especially Cassandra's parents house, are colorful, stirking and eye-catching and like many adronments in the film, a jumbling of time periods (Cassandra's parents seem keen on pink, florals, cherubs, and Victorian figurines in hoop skirts).   

The soundtrack is a mostly all-female affair of celebratory dance-pop--from DeathbyRomy's cover of "It's Raining Men" (yay to having a main titles credit sequence in 2020!) to "Stars Are Blind," Paris Hilton's beachy underrated pop gem from 2006, is infused with new life in a pharmacy sing and dance-along. Sometimes the songs, light and fizzy, like Spice Girls' "2 Becomes 1," undercut rosy romance scenarios of their lyrics with the sinister reality of male predators (American flags and dogs, stuffed cuddly ones and wolfishly painted ones, are motifs throughout). "Once Upon a Time There Was a Pretty Fly" from The Night of the Hunter, becomes a raw, eerie interlude before the film's climax.

The cinematography, by Benjamin Kracun, aids in the varied atmosphere as well--moving from a music video-like neon synthetics to romantic comedy sheen to melodramatic drama (a clean, buttery-lit front porch scene with Cassie's friend's mother, played by Molly Shannon, is reminiscent of Julia Roberts' idyllic new front porch life in Sleeping with the Enemy). Wagner's Tristan und Isolde swells and swells as Cassandra, after smashing in a truck with a crowbar, stands in the middle of a road, a train passing over the bridge above. The killer conclusion, a total upending of the happy ending wedding of comedies, takes Juice Newton's bittersweet anthemic country tune "Angel of the Morning" to new heights. ***1/2

-Jeffery Berg

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

met ball '13 faves!



I love this time of year.

Here are some of my faves of the night! Who were yours?



Chloë Sevigny, in Proenza Schouler, with Repossi jewels



Beyonce, in Givenchy Haute Couture, with Lorraine Schwartz jewels





Anna Wintour, in Chanel Haute Couture



Jennifer Lawrence, in Dior Haute Couture, with Brian Atwood shoes



Sarah Jessica Parker, in custom Giles, with a Philip Treacy headpiece, Fred Leighton jewels, and custom Christian Louboutin shoes





Gwyneth Paltrow, in Valentino, with Wilfredo Rosado jewels. 



Claire Danes, in Oscar de la Renta, with Van Cleef & Arpels jewels.



Carey Mulligan, in Balenciaga



Alexa Chung, in Erdem





Kirsten Dunst, in Louis Vuitton



Taylor Swift, in J. Mendel with Lorraine Schwartz jewels




Blake Lively, in Gucci Premiere, with custom Lorraine Schwartz jewels



Alicia Keys, in custom Jason Wu, with Robert Lee Morris jewels



Elettra Wiedemann, in Prabal Gurung



Ashley Olsen, in vintage Dior



Linda Evangelista, in Marchesa, with Harry Winston jewels



Emily Blunt, in Carolina Herrera with Lorraine Schwartz jewels



Ginnifer Goodwin, in custom Tory Burch




Chelsea Clinton




Sienna Miller, in Burberry Prorsum, with jewels by Eddie Borgo and Genevieve Jones


Tuesday, May 8, 2012

met ball faves!

Can't believe it's the time of year again! Who were your faves and your duds this year?  I think Prada won the night.

Carey Mulligan in Prada was my clear #1.

 

Geometric Chanel realness on Stella Tennant.



Stella McCartney & M.I.A in a Stella dress.



I'm a sucker for the blues.  Constance Jablonski, in Haider Ackermann. 



Anna Wintour.  I love this. Sometimes a dress actually resembles the person wearing it.  Does that make sense?



Janel Monae rockin the js.



I can't find decent pics of Brit Marling's dress but I think it's beautiful. 



Cool Prada dress worn by Angela Lindvall.



Lena Dunham looks cute and I love the pink shoes with this dress!



Solange looking fresh in Rachel Roy.




Diane Kruger in Prada.




Usually kind of meh on her looks but Jessica Alba looks all glam here.




Pretty Valentino dress on Lilly Collins.



This is probably not a fave of others but I love the pattern and the sleeves.



Tim Tebow looks really fine.




Kristen Wiig looks super cute!




This is kind of what the Met Ball should be about.  I mean... only Beyonce can do this.