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Film Review: "The Summit"

Details: Parent Category: Film and the Arts; Category: Reviews; Published on Friday, 04 October 2013 14:05; Written by Kyle Sittig

"The Summit"
Directed by Nick Ryan
Starring Christine Barnes, Hoselito Bite, Marco Confortola, Pat Falvey, Niall Foley, Stefan Grossniklaus
Documentary
95 Mins
R

K2 is the second highest peak on Earth (after Mount Everest) and by far the most difficult to summit. It has a staggering casualty rate of one in four. Nick Ryan’s The Summit tells the story of an infamous 2008 expedition where 11 of 24 climbers were lost. Ryan makes the audience aware of these statistics early on in the documentary, helping to shape an acute sense of foreboding as we hear virginal tales of these excited climbers over sinister music. Unfortunately the film’s strong start is spoiled by haphazard editing that trumps its initial sense of excitement and leaves the viewer in disbelief that the run time is only 95 minutes.

As far as educational value goes, the film certainly doesn’t skimp. Grand in scope, it lays out every detail about what makes this the hardest climb in the world as well as the history of the mountain, and what exactly has gone wrong to result in so many deaths. If the goal is to learn as much as possible about K2, this is a good starting place. Outdoor enthusiasts and adventure seekers will be pleased, as this film is clearly aimed towards those who can relate to these methodical adrenaline junkies.

Film Review: "Parkland"

Details: Parent Category: Film and the Arts; Category: Reviews; Published on Friday, 04 October 2013 00:20; Written by Matt Oakes

"Parkland"
Directed by Peter Landesman
Starring Zac Efron, Paul Giamatti, Jackie Weaver, Marcia Gay Harden, James Badge Dale, Colin Hanks, Mark Duplass, Ron Livingstone, Billy Bob Thornton, Jeremy Strong
Drama
93 Mins
PG-13

Everything that holds Parkland back is cemented right into its very foundation due to the fact that it's a story with an airplane hanger's breadth of anecdotal perspective. Following the journey of no less than six central characters during the days of and following JFK's assassination, this mostly true biopic is so frequently shifting gears that it never manages to achieve a degree of focus or narrative intent. Leapfrogging from story to story, the focal point is so consistently fleeting that we never feel tethered to a single narrative. Instead, we're lost in a jumble of self-importance and historical whodunnits with actual characters cast to the side. In attempting to capture everything about a historic day, director/screenwriter Peter Landesman has captured almost nothing.

Partially based on Vincent Bugliosi's novel Four Days In November, Parkland is exactly the type of historical drama that allows the importance of a true-life event to supersede the actual narrative within the film. Characters are painted in broad strokes, making their varied reaction to the assassination feel plastic, like action figures trying to sing, dance, and cry. Every story beat is so uptight and self-aggrandizing that it's impossible to sort this mish-mash of events into whatever framework the film is supposed to achieve.

Film Review: "Gravity"

Details: Parent Category: Film and the Arts; Category: Reviews; Published on Friday, 04 October 2013 00:11; Written by Matt Oakes

"Gravity"
Directed by Alfonso Cuarón
Starring Sandra Bullock, George Clooney, Ed Harris
Drama, Sci-Fi, Thriller
90 Mins
PG-13

The true star of Gravity is notSandra Bullock but director Alfonso Cuarón and his crew of special effects wizards. Getting started with a bang in a mind-blowing 13-minutes uncut shot, the dance of Cuaron's camera quickly establishes the level of head-scratching wonder that will go on to define the film. Floating from on high into tight zooms before zipping into wide pans with a solitary shot, Cuarón's camera is one of mystifying eloquence, a whodunnit of CGI effects. His uninterrupted camera work displays an immeasurable degree of invisible precision, whether it's drifting amongst the black canvas of space or capturing cacophonous yet silent explosions. For the miles-from-simple technological feats he has achieved here alone, Cuarón proves he is an undeniable modern master of cinema.

But that fact, in and of itself, doesn't mean that Gravity is not without its missteps. At times, the script from Cuarón, and son Jonás feels clunky and a bit unnatural. How much this stems from English not being the Cuaróns' native language is debatable but it at times serves to take us out of the moment, a tragic reminder that this is indeed still a film with people reading their lines. Thankfully, the film is predominantly a silent one and these tell-all bits of dialogue serve more as a relic to the disaster movies of the golden age than lofty, award-seeking self-indulgences. From that limited prowess within the script comes a simplicity of storytelling that both elevates Gravity and holds it back from being truly wonderful.

NYC Theater Roundup: “Romeo and Juliet,” “Women or Nothing,” “You Never Can Tell,” “Natural Affection”

Details: Parent Category: Film and the Arts; Category: Reviews; Published on Monday, 30 September 2013 21:27; Written by Kevin Filipski

Romeo and Juliet

Written by William Shakespeare; directed by David Leveaux

Women or Nothing

Written by Ethan Coen; directed by David Cromer

You Never Can Tell

Written by Bernard Shaw; directed by David Staller

Natural Affection

Written by William Inge; directed by Jenn Thompson

Rashad and Bloom in Romeo and Juliet (photo: Carol Rosegg)

David Leveaux’s Romeo and Juliet shows a director desperately trying to ensure there’s always something going on, apparently to help keep awake younger audience members who wandered in wanting to see not-quite movie star Orlando Bloom and not-quite good actress Condola Rashad play the Bard’s star-crossed lovers.

It all begins with a seat-jolting blast as the theater plunges into darkness. Then, as the lights go up (the adroit lighting design is by David Weiner), a dove lands on a solitary hanging bell and Friar Lawrence (a far too neurotic Brent Carver) speaks the famous opening soliloquy: but why does “our two hours traffic upon the stage” get such a hearty laugh from the audience? When the Friar is done, he carries the dove—obediently sitting on the bell—offstage.

For the next 2-1/2 hours—Shakespeare was apparently wrong about his play’s length—fires are variously lit around Jesse Poleshuck’s jumbled set, Juliet frolics on a swing dropped from above, a low balcony allows both Romeo and Juliet to scamper on and off, and Juliet’s bed—hovering pointlessly in mid-air—doubles as her tomb. To hammer home how “modern” it all is, Romeo first enters on a motorcycle, Juliet’s Nurse bicycles around Verona and swordfights are instead fought with switchblades, blatantly (and unnecessarily) linking Shakespeare and West Side Story.

Leveaux’s lone idea concerns casting: the Montagues are white and the Capulets are black; since nothing in the play explicitly explains this ongoing family feud, we are left with the uncomfortable feeling that the families are simply racist. Bloom’s hardscrabble Romeo speaks the poetry easily and well; too bad Rashad sounds if she just learned her lines backstage without understanding anything she says. Her singsong delivery sounds like a teenage girl smitten with a guy she met at a party, but that’s about all Rashad does right.

In a decent supporting cast, Christian Camargo’s flamboyant Mercutio and Conrad Kemp’s loyal Benvolio come off best. But Jayne Houdyshell’s Nurse is too farcical for a part already painted broadly: her attempts to convey emotion are laughable. And, as always with Shakespeare in New York, the biggest laughs come from what he didn’t write, i.e., a friendly dry-humping session by Romeo and his buddies, witnessed by the Nurse, who does a prolonged double take. Ah, youth!

Rush and Pourfar in Women or Nothing (photo: Kevin Thomas Garcia)

For his first full-length play, movie man Ethan Coen has a juicy idea for a short playlet. Too bad Women or Nothing flails about for two hours showing how concert pianist Laura and partner Gretchen want a baby so desperately they decide to have Laura sleep with a (gasp) man to get pregnant. And not just any man: Gretchen’s coworker Chuck, the perfect unwilling partner, has a bright young daughter (which means his genes are superior), and he’s about to move to Florida (cue obvious Florida jokes). Nothing can go wrong, right?

Aside from what Coen hasn’t thought of—for starters, is it Laura’s time to get pregnant and would a responsible man have unprotected sex with a woman he just met?—the plan works, apparently. But we have to take it on faith, since Act I ends with Laura and Chuck don’t seem to be hitting off that well, while Act II begins the next morning, when Dorene, Laura’s mom, conveniently walks in on her lesbian daughter, who has a strange man in her bed.

Coen’s dialogue, like that in his and his brother’s films, is hit or miss: lines of ringing humor or even insight are surrounded by verbiage that flatly lies there. When Laura and Chuck discuss her jet-set life, it’s initially a believable conversation about the drudgery of flying into Cleveland, performing Brahms and going to cocktail parties for rich donors. But then they drone on and it collapses under the weight of its insubstantiality.

David Cromer’s glossy staging features Michele Spadaro’s knockout set, which is a mite too detailed: the women’s well-appointed Manhattan apartment’s second floor houses a piano for the sole reason to remind us of Laura’s career. (No one ever walks up there, let alone plays it.) As Dorene, Deborah Rush enjoyably spits out lines that would sound gauche by other actresses. Robert Beitzel makes Chuck believable despite his absurd situation, Halley Feiffer does little with the nothing role of Gretchen, and Karen Pourfar is a compelling Laura, conveying so many contradictory emotions that she nearly turns Coen’s flimsy comedy into something meaty.

The cast of You Never Can Tell (photo: Al Foote III)

In Bernard Shaw’s You Never Can Tell, men are (as usual) at women’s mercy: it’s unsurprising that neither the original actors nor audiences could fathom its complex characterizations and dizzying plot. Young dentist Valentine falls for Gloria, older sister of his first patient, teenager Dolly; after he gets involved with their family—including his landlord who, unbeknownst to him (and the family) is the progressive mother’s long-lost husband and the independent children’s father—twists prevail until engagements are made and family members reunited.

As always in Shaw’s best plays, the glorious follies of the human condition are painted with equally broad and subtle strokes: impossibly witty but truthful quips, one-liners and epigrams abound. But David Staller’s bumpy production robs Shaw of some of his comic power—gimmicky scene transitions, for example, bring the intellectual action to a grinding halt. The acting, though not inspired, is generally competent: if there are better productions of this and other Shaw classics (look north to Niagara on the Lake for that), at least this You Never Can Tell approximates Shaw’s mastery well enough.

Bert and Erbe in Natural Affection (photo: Marielle Solan)

It’s easy to see why William Inge’s Natural Affection lasted only 36 performances in its 1963 Broadway debut—and that, over the past 50 years, it’s rarely been revived anywhere. It’s a play filled with dysfunctional families and relationships—so much so, in fact, that alcoholism, adultery, and even hints of incest are par for the course. This misanthropic drama is so downbeat and depressing that audiences may not follow.

It’s daring of TACT to stage a play announcing its intentions in its opening words: Sue Barker—a single mom in her late 30s living in sin with younger man Bernie (not acceptable in 1963)—looks out her Chicago apartment window and says, “the world’s awful ugly.” Inge proceeds to crudely dramatize that line, as Sue’s delinquent teenage son Donnie visits during the Christmas holidays and announces that he can leave reform school if Sue lets him live with her.

Sue is initially happy to again be a mother to the son she gave up at age 18. Donnie’s dad is out of the picture, but Bernie—who just lost his job as a Cadillac salesman and is jealous that Sue makes more money—doesn’t really want Donnie around. Bernie also has an eye for Claire, the gorgeous neighbor across the hall, whose husband Vince—who likes Bernie a little too much—drinks to excess and frustrates his wife both in and out of bed.

Speaking pulpy, often dated dialogue, Inge’s characters are overwhelmed by melodrama; but at least it’s all onstage where we see what happens and not just be told about it. Jenn Thompson’s blunt staging follows this brutal journey to its violent end. Kathryn Erbe (in a frightful wig) is a sweetly accommodating Sue, Alec Beard a pitiful Bernie, Victoria Mack a vivacious Claire, Chris Bert a dour Donnie and John Pankow a magnificently drunk Vince. Inge’s intentionally ugly drama, despite awkward stretches, might finally find its audience a half century later.

Romeo and Juliet

Performances through January 12, 2014

Richard Rodgers Theatre, 225 West 46^th Street, New York, NY

romeoandjulietbroadway.com

Women or Nothing

Performances through October 13, 2013

Atlantic Theater Company, 336 West 20^th Street, New York, NY

atlantictheater.org

You Never Can Tell

Performances through October 13, 2013

Pearl Theatre Company, 555 West 42^nd Street, New York, NY

pearltheatre.org

Natural Affection

Performances through October 26, 2013

Beckett Theatre, 410 West 42^nd Street, New York, NY

tactnyc.org

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