MANK – Review

Class is now in session for Film History 101. And this will be on the final. Hopefully, that didn’t inspire too many nervous flashbacks, though I always looked forward to the few cinema courses I could take. Now the intro is spot on because this new film is mainly about another film that did make history, for lots of reasons. It truly stood out despite being produced during the second greatest year of Hollywood’s Golden Age (just two years after the prolific 1939). Yes, like 2012’s HITCHCOCK it is a biography of a very creative artist, but it focuses on one seminal work (PSYCHO for that earlier film). Oh, and instead of a director we now shine a much-deserved spotlight on the lowly, neglected writer, much like 2015’s TRUMBO. Well perhaps in this case not too neglected since he shared in the classic film’s only Oscar win. That iconic masterpiece is CITIZEN KANE, and its co-screenwriter is the talented Herman J. Mankiewicz, known to his many friends, and a few foes, as MANK.

Slow fade in on a dusty road near Victorville California early 1940s. A caravan of sedans pulls up to a rustic house just off a dirt road. It’s a place far away from the distractions of “Tinsel-Town”, ideal for the hard-drinking screenwriter Herman Mankiewicz (Gary Oldman). He’s been tasked to pen the movie debut of the current media darling, the 24-year-old “wunderkind” Orson Welles (Tom Burke). Along with “Mank” is one of the project’s producers John Houseman (Sam Troughton), a young typist/transcriber, British “war-bride” Rita Alexander (Lily Collins), and his personal nurse “Fraulein” Frieda (Monica Gossman), an essential aide after an auto accident (he was the unlucky passenger) has encased much of his lower body in plaster. Before leaving, Houseman phones Welles who shortens the deadline from 90 to 60 days. As Mank settles in, his mind recalls incidents from his movie work a decade prior. His nights back then are spent “in his cups” despite the efforts of his wife “poor” Sara (Tuppence Middleton). His hung-over days are confined to the legendary writers’ room at MGM under the watchful eye of its prickly, manipulative figurehead Louis B. Meyer (Arliss Howard). And despite his indulgences he becomes the adored friend and confidant of film star Marion Davies (Amanda Seyfried), not-so-secretly the “kept woman” of newspaper magnate William Randolf Hearst (Charles Dance). As the story bounces from the present to past and back again, Mack attends the lavish parties at Hearst’s San Simeon while learning of his host’s plan (helped by Meyer) to use staged propaganda newsreels to thwart Upton Sinclair’s campaign for governor. Eventually the drawbridge to Hearst Castle is closed to Mank. Could the Welles screenplay be his revenge against his former chums? As Mank denies this, will Davies really believe him? What of the efforts to shut down the production?  Will Mank be banned from the movie biz?

The title role provides a great showcase for the always compelling Oldman who plays Mank almost as a “world-weary” private eye who’d be a fixture in flicks later in that decade. Even in those flashbacks, we know that Mank’s been through enough heartache and disappointment to send most screenwriters off to the pawnshop to “hock” their typewriters. But as “down” as he gets, Mank still has the perfect verbal “burn”, which Oldman tosses off effortlessly. Despite his dour demeanor, Oldman shows us Mank’s humanity whether he’s helping out a panhandling pal or commiserating with screen royalty. Speaking of which, the film’s most delightful surprise is the dazzling turn by Seyfried as Davies. With her bright expressive eyes, she projects a magnetism that captivates everyone around her from lowly laborers to boozy writers to “gazillionaires”. Seyfried conveys her mischievous wit but really gets to the heart of her character as she opens up about her “beau”. It seems that the “princess locked in the tower” (she keeps a radio-telephone stashed away for private calls) is really in love with her “captor”. Let’s hope this leads to more frequent film roles for the talented Ms. S. As for the other women in Mank’s life, Collins is good as the no-nonsense assistant, but the role seems too similar to the secretary in Oldman’s DARKEST HOUR. Much the same can be said for Middleton who tries, often in vain, to steer her hubby away from her indulgent impulses. Troughton is perfectly prim and pompous as the stuffy Houseman, while Burke is the ultimate “big dog” treating every room as his theatre, as the bellowing Welles. And happily, there are some great villains for Oldman to confront. Howard’s Meyer projects a “kindly grandpa” persona that masks a cruel vindictive “penny-pincher”, while Dance is a looming, smiling cobra as Hearst, ready to strike at any affront, his venom poisoning his decadent opulent surroundings.

Director David Fincher, working with the screenplay by his late father Jack, has crafted a wonderful homage to the legacy of KANE while utilizing many of its techniques (the slow fade to black, focused foregrounds and backgrounds, high angle shots, etc.). Though there are a few movie trivia slip-ups (no Wolfman in the early 30s), most of the film lore is solid. Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross contribute a lush, haunting score that has just a hint of Herriman. But the film’s greatest asset (aside from Oldman and Seyfried) may be the superb silvery black and white cinematography by Erik Messerschmidt with its languid deep shadows shattered by blazing white shafts of sunlight. He captures the glorious kitsch of Simeon while hinting that it may be a gilded gold prison in the future. The visuals make some of the pacing problems a bit more bearable. The whole “sacrificial lamb” to the power-grabbing duo subplot feels heavy-handed and obvious. Plus the countless scenes of a shuffling, drunken chain-smoking Mank with his comb-over dangling over one eye as he slurs sloshy soliloquies becomes repetitive as the film lurches slowly forward. At least we have ample time to gaze longingly at the fabulous fashions and aristocratic autos of the long-gone gods of the screen. MANK is an adoring, slightly bloated, look back at the creative process that birthed a true piece of cinema that will inspire generations to come.

3 out of 4

MANK is playing in select theatres and streams exclusively on Netflix beginning Friday, December 4th, 2020.

THE CLAPPER – Review

Ed Helm (center, with hat) as Eddie and Tracy Morgan (to right) as Chris, in THE CLAPPER. Photo courtesy of Momentum Pictures ©

THE CLAPPER is an indie film about a different side of Hollywood, a kind of romantic comedy about an anonymous worker in Los Angeles who ekes out a living as a paid face in the crowd for audiences for infomercials. It is a job kind of like a movie extra but ranked much lower, as clappers are impersonating ordinary people in audiences in advertisements impersonating television programs. Clappers are part of the background that creates the illusion that producers are selling to their real audience.

Director Dito Montiel adapted the script from his novel “Eddie Krumble is the Clapper,” his second book after “A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints,” which was also made into an indie film.. The story is semi-autobiographical, based on Montiel’s experiences after moving to L.A. and making living on Hollywood’s edge.

Eddie Krumble (Ed Helms) and his best friend Chris Plork (Tracy Morgan) are clappers, paid professional audience members for infomercials and other low-end shows needing a live studio audience but not popular enough to draw one from tourists and fans. The programs pay the clappers to look like ordinary people as they enthusiastically respond to the claims of infomercial hawker/hosts promoting whatever product they are pitching. Whether the program is promoting a real estate investment or a new kitchen gadget, clappers are amazed, delighted or cheering on cue. It is low-pay work on the lowest rung of the industry, paid by the gig with a little extra if the clapper is cast to ask a scripted question. The most essential qualification for the job is to look ordinary and to be unknown.

Eddie Krumble certainly fits that qualification. When the widowed Eddie moved to Los Angeles for a fresh start, he may have had some idea about acting but he has no such plans now. Still, Eddie is sincere about his work, taking care with his various disguises and practicing his lines in front of a mirror. He actually likes the low-key quirky job he fell into, although he would like to make a little more money doing it. He is pretty settled in his unambitious life, taking gigs as a clapper, hanging out with his pal Chris, and flirting with the pretty cashier at the local gas station, Judy (Amanda Seyfried).

But Eddie’s low-key life is disrupted when a notoriously mean late night talk show host, Jayme Stillerman (Russell Peters), spots him in the audience of several infomercials, and singles him and his job out for a routine of comic ridicule. The segment captures the public’s attention and turns into a pop culture craze, which as the host and his producer (Adam Levine) build with a media campaign to hunt for “the clapper.” While most people in L.A. would eagerly embrace this 15 minutes of fame, Eddie is horrified because becoming famous could cost him his livelihood. Eddie’s quiet life turns into a nightmare, as he is shoved into this unwelcome spotlight. .As the talk show stunt continues, it threatens Eddie’s budding romance with Judy as well as his job.

The cast is rounded out with Brenda Vaccaro as Eddie’s overbearing mother, who calls constantly from back home, and real infomercial hosts Wendy Braun and Billy Blanks, plus the late Alan Thicke as infomercial pitchmen.

There is a certain charm in this tale of people on the economic margins of L.A., although some viewers may disdain their lack of ambition. One wonders at first if the film will mock this unambitious man with the laughably odd occupation but director Montiel treats him with surprising sympathy. That view likely comes out of the semi-autobiographical nature of the source material, as Montiel based the story on his and a friend’s experience living on the lowest levels of Hollywood, where his friend worked as a clapper. There certainly is plenty that is laughable about being a clapper but the ridicule comes later when Eddie and his strange job become fodder for the talk show host. There is a classic good guy – bad guy thing in this film, and Montiel’s sympathy is with the kind-hearted underdogs getting by on the margins rather than the ambitious and ruthless types with the successful talk show.

 

Even before Eddie comes under that harsh gaze, there is a sense he is hiding. Unlike countless would-be actors, Eddie did not move across the country to L. A. to seek stardom. It is an odd choice for a fresh start, one which is never explained, but his weird job seems to give him a kind of self-expression he wouldn’t get as a cashier at Walmart, or as a gas station attendant like Judy.

In his comments on his film, director Montiel noted how people are drawn to Los Angeles by the myth of Hollywood, only to find living there very different from the dream. He was also struck by “what a blue-collar town Hollywood really is,” with many more people working as extras, carpenters, market researchers, and in other un-glamorous occupations than movie stars and studio heads. Some of the jobs are really odd – like professional audience members.

If you are expecting a biting satire on Hollywood, an in-depth exploration of an odd-ball profession, or a psychological study, you won’t get that with THE CLAPPER. Although it starts down all those roads, it then detours into a standard romantic comedy. It is too bad because while that makes an interesting backdrop for a rom com, the film leaves a lot of potentially more interesting and unique material unused.

Still, THE CLAPPER does have a certain charm, particularly in Ed Helms’ low-key, even sweet performance as a guy who likes his strange job and would rather just be left alone. The film raises a lot of questions with this character, like why he moved to Los Angeles, without really answering them, but Helms does what he can to suggest answers. Tracy Morgan likewise turns in a n unexpectedly restrained performance as Eddie’s loyal friend but whose lack of sophistication makes him easy prey for Adam Levine’s calculating producer.

While Eddie has no ambitions, Amanda Seyfried’s tender-hearted Judy does have one, to open an animal shelter in Mexico, for the discarded and damaged animals like the one-horned goat she adopted. That she has a goal, something the drifting Eddie lacks, may be part of the attraction. However, we do not find out because (and here is where the film goes wrong) the film once again does not delve into Eddie’s inner life. Instead, the film transforms into just romantic comedy, one that does not go beneath the surface of any of the characters. While there is a sweetness to the ending, one is left with a sense there could have been something more.

THE CLAPPER is not a film for everyone. It is a small film that has some charm as a sweet oddball rom com but which falls short in exploring its characters. However, someone expecting a raucous comedy laughing at losers scraping by at the bottom of Hollywood’s food chain won’t find that in this film.

RATING: 3 out of 5 stars

THE NICE GUYS – Review

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Los Angeles is maybe known world-wide as an entertainment mecca, ground zero for all things that glitter, but it’s also the locale for thrillers and the “hard-boiled” mystery. Everybody from Bogie to Bob Mitchum threw on a trench coat, adjusted their fedoras, and strolled down those dark streets and alleys, looking for danger (and dangerous dames). This week’s new flick somewhat echoes those noir “programmers”. Being a big Summer release, we’ve got two “gumshoes” dodging bullets. And it’s not post WWII California, but rather post Vietnam War “la la land” circa 1977 (near Christmas-time). Now, with two bickering private eyes, you might consider this a variation of the standard “cop buddy” actioner. That’s appropriate since this movie is directed by the screenwriter who set the template for police team-up flicks back in 1987 with LETHAL WEAPON, Shane Black. It turns out that this movie’s heroes are just as lethal as Riggs and Murtaugh, although they refer to themselves as THE NICE GUYS.
The film’s story does commence in that year of the first STAR WARS adventure, as we witness the spectacular demise of porn actress Misty Mountains (Murielle Telio). But is she really gone? A wealthy relative, Mrs. Glenn (Lois Smith) swears she has seen her, and hires the somewhat disreputable but fully licensed PI Holland March (Ryan Gosling) to find her. During his work, Holland tries to locate another aspiring actress Amelia Kuttner (Margaret Qualley). But Ms. K has hired her own PI (sans said license), self-defense guru Jackson Healy (Russell Crowe), to find out why some guys (plural) are asking her friends about her. Healy catches up to March, strongly advising him to back off during a beat down witnessed by March’s precocious 13 year-old daughter, (Mom’s out of the picture) Holly (Angourie Rice). Case closed, so thinks Healy until two very tough goons bust up his place demanding Amelia’s location. These brutal pros convince Healy that some very powerful folks must be interested in the lady. Reluctantly he teams with March to find her before they do. This pairing sends the miss-matched duo into the seedy world of adult films, ecology protesters, the US auto industry, and the department of justice as the evade a most deadly hit man named, of all things, John Boy (Matt Bomer).

The story’s main draw are indeed, the two “nice” guys at its center. The pleasant surprise may be Crowe, who seems more energetic and engaged than in many of his recent films (his Noah seemed just seemed to lumber and mope about his ship). His expanded physique (Healy is on the wagon, so he appears to be hitting the sweets, with a fondness for the chocolate soda elixer Yoo-Hoo), makes him a most dangerous bear (the grey goatee adds to it), who is surprisingly capable of swift, brutal force. But there’s also a sad, haunted quality to him as though the world has done much more damage to him than any hulking thug. Gosling’s March has a different kind of energy and attitude. He’s a deadly dimwit, always armed but completely clueless. The often somber, serious actor displays a knack for physical comedy, particularly when a bit of action goes awry (“Man, that’s a lotta’ blood!”). March is stubborn and surly, but he can also be a needy puppy, eager for respect from Healy. Rice is quite good as his daughter, often the “straight man” to Gosling. At times she even acts as the responsible parent in the family dynamic. Bomer tosses off his MAGIC MAN “eye candy” roles and makes an often frightening, high-caliber “boogey-man” (there’s a great glint in his eyes as he smiles before another bit of mayhem). Speaking of the bad guys, screen vet Keith David still packs a wallop as the less manic enforcer who tries to keep his younger cohort Beau Knapp in line, as a noir staple, the sniggering unhinged sadist. Plus Crowe’s Oscar-winning co-star from LA CONFIDENTIAL Kim Basinger pops up as a “John (…er Jane) Law” official who may or may not be helping the fellas’ (can it really be two decades since that classic?).
Director (and co-screenwriter) Black makes certain that the film is drenched in 1970’s kitsch (gas lines, record albums, fashions, cars, even an appearance from an iconic disco band), which is amusing, but often seems a distraction from the way too convoluted plot. With the hindsight of history, the big scheme elicits a laugh or two, similar to, but nowhere near as clever as, WHO FRAMED ROGER RABBIT (who owed a great deal to CHINATOWN). Plus the comedy bits take away much of the danger and urgency of the story, with the film hitting a pacing wall at the one hour mark (like many comedies). After his tenth foul-up, March’s antics truly try our patience with his Closeau-like bumbles and stumbles (he even mimics Lou Costello’s raspy-voiced panic bit). After his daughter is exposed to so much (violence and a porno party), we’re rooting for the authorities to step in (although she is generally more mature than her Pop). The flick truly earns its “R” with lots of random nudity (the beginning bit with Misty is pretty creepy) and plenty of gory gunplay (Black likes to show countless  random bystanders going down during the many shoot-outs). Maybe this is to convey a wild “un-PC” vibe, but comes off as mean-spirited. The big auto show finale’ just drags on and on with a ludicrously limp payoff. The two main stars of THE NICE GUYS are indeed nicely paired, but it’s a shame their seventies shenanigans aren’t more interesting and entertaining. Nice try.
3 Out of 5

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Academy Film Scholar Forays into “Hollywood’s Copyright Wars”

Academy Film Scholar Peter Decherney, author of Hollywood’s Copyright Wars: From Edison to the Internet, will present highlights from his upcoming book on Monday, March 19, at 7:30 p.m. at the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences’ Linwood Dunn Theater in Hollywood. Hollywood’s Copyright Wars will be released in April; advance copies will be available at the event. Admission is free.

Decherney will frame the current debate about technology and intellectual property in historical and political terms, discussing such issues as piracy, plagiarism, Hollywood’s love-hate relationship with fair use, and how the industry has responded to its intellectual property issues through self-regulation.

Decherney, who was named an Academy Film Scholar in 2009, is associate professor of cinema studies, English and communication at the University of Pennsylvania. He is the author of Hollywood and the Culture Elite: How the Movies Became American (2005) and many articles on the film industry, including an October 2011 New York Times op-ed piece titled “Will Copyright Stifle Hollywood?”

Established in 1999, the Academy Film Scholars program is designed to stimulate and support the creation of new and significant works of film scholarship about aesthetic, cultural, educational, historical, theoretical or scientific aspects of theatrical motion pictures.  Film scholars receive $25,000 to research and produce such works, which can take the form of books, multimedia presentations, curatorial projects, DVDs or Internet sites.

For grant guidelines and information about the Academy Film Scholars program, visit http://www.oscars.org/education-outreach/grants/filmscholars/index.html

Admission to the Academy Film Scholars presentation is free, but tickets are required. Tickets are available by mail, at the Academy box office, or online at www.oscars.org. Doors open at 6:30 p.m. All seating is unreserved.

The Linwood Dunn Theater is located at 1313 Vine Street in Hollywood.  Free parking is available through the entrance on Homewood Avenue.  For more information, call (310) 247-3600.

For more information call (310) 247-3600 or visit www.oscars.org.

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