Showing posts with label Ang Lee. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ang Lee. Show all posts

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Love Hurts

Film: Sense and Sensibility
Format: DVD from Rasmussen College Library on laptop.

I was asked at work recently to go through our library’s movie collection. Going through it, I encountered Sense and Sensibility, which I knew I needed to watch. It would be a lie to suggest that this was a film I was looking forward to seeing. As I mentioned yesterday, I’m not always the biggest fan of costume dramas, and if I’m completely honest, that goes double for dramatic romances. It feels like there’s so much posturing in so many of these films. People have such blatantly obvious emotions and are forced by propriety or custom to hide them. I find them frustrating. Still, this is one I need to get through, and I learned in doing the 1001 Movies list that it’s often better to rip the Band-Aid off than to let opportunities like this one linger.

Surprise, surprise, Sense and Sensibility is not the tepid little romance I expected, but a film with real depth and with characters that are more than simple cut-outs to hang fancy clothes on. Put bluntly, I expected a slog through drippy romance, and got something far more entertaining than I could have thought possible.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Sea Cruise

Film: Life of Pi
Format: DVD from DeKalb Public Library on rockin' flatscreen.

I like Ang Lee’s films. There’s even a part of me that sort of appreciates what he tried to do with Hulk. I mean, yes, it failed completely, but I get what he was going for, I think. Life of Pi is one that I’ve been looking forward to for some time. I’m not sure I was as prepared for the spiritual questions it would bring up in the course of the film. What I wanted was visual spectacle. I got that, but Life of Pi is a special enough film that I got more than that as well. When the religious content of the film, the abruptly and plainly stated “make me believe in God” said by one character to another happened, I figured I knew the ending, and determined that much of my overall opinion of the film might well be determined by how that line played out.

What we get is a story told in the present day about the past, meaning that we frequently will get flashes of the current world while we tend to spend most of our time dealing with the story being told. It is told by Piscine Molitor Patel (played in the modern world by Irrfan Khan and primarily in the story by Suraj Sharma). Piscine spends much of his early life with the unfortunate nickname of “Pissing Patel” until he consciously forces himself to memorize hundreds of digits of pi, and rechristens himself Pi. We learn about his swimming lessons from his father’s friend Mamaji and the family’s occupation of running a zoo. We also learn of his spiritual life. Raised a Hindu by his mother, he also adopts both Christianity and Islam, much to his rationalist father’s chagrin. All of this is being told to a writer (Rafe Spall) who encountered Mamaji, who told him to go to Canada and look up Pi.

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Baby, It's Cold Inside

Film: The Ice Storm
Format: DVD from NetFlix on laptop.

The 1970s were a strange time. I don’t remember a lot of the early ‘70s because I was little. Ang Lee’s The Ice Storm takes place during Thanksgiving in 1973 in the middle of the Watergate scandal. All I genuinely remember about Watergate is that for much a year, boring political stuff with people saying things that I didn’t understand pre-empted my favorite television shows. So when we’re told that this time was filled with a dissolution of spirit, community feeling, and even marriage vows, I’m sort of forced to take people older than me at their word.

And that is what The Ice Storm is very much about. It would be tempting and extremely easy to simply claim that the film is almost entirely about sex. On a first look, and even a second look, that’s a pretty simple place to take it, but that would be selling the film short. A great deal of the film does, in fact, focus on sex, but it’s hardly the only thing going on here. No, sex—not the sexual freedom and liberation of the 1960s, but the more callous, sex for pleasure at the expense of others—is merely the most obvious and common symptom of the underlying problem the film is trying to expose.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Wuxia

Film: Xia Nu (A Touch of Zen); Wo Hu Cang Long (Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon)
Format: DVD from NetFlix on kick-ass portable DVD player (Xia Nu); DVD from personal collection on big ol’ television (Wo Hu Cang Long).

A few months ago, I started compiling reviews for the Large Association of Movie Blogs, also known as the LAMB. Every month, I put up a compiled list of film reviews from fellow members on a specific national cinema, genre, or style. This is called “Foreign Chops.” The first edition of this was on wuxia films, a Chinese genre of film that follows the exploits of martial heroes. While this may include martial arts films, often the hero is armed with a specific weapon. Typical xia (warrior) heroes are not in service to a lord or master, and use their abilities to help the oppressed or to redress wrongs done to others.

When I compiled that first list of films, Xia Nu (A Touch of Zen) appeared from several people. I knew it was on my list, but I didn’t really know anything about it. I’ve seen a couple of more modern wuxia films, but remained interested in this one, put off only by its three-plus hour length. Well, after a crazy week, I finally had time to watch it. Since watching, I’ve done a little research on it and have discovered that this film is formative for the genre, and now that I’ve seen it, I can also see this influence—a power it continues to have in Chinese films to this day.

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Saddle Up

Film: Brokeback Mountain
Format: Streaming video from NetFlix on rockin’ flatscreen.

There are films that everyone knows even if they haven’t seen them. Some of these films fade out of mass public consciousness while others stick around, forever a part of the culture. There are a few of these every decade, maybe one every year or two. In 2005, that movie was Brokeback Mountain. Everyone knew at least the basic story of this film, and I’d guess that that’s still true today. Someone says “Brokeback,” and everyone thinks of Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal in a clinch and the line “I wish I knew how to quit you.”

What’s interesting from the point of view of someone who hadn’t seen the film until tonight is that this love story between two cowboys in the 1960s and beyond is about far more than that clinch that everyone (including me) thinks of when this film is mentioned. Oh, it’s there alright, but there’s quite a bit more here.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Strange Romance

Films: The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, The Wedding Banquet
Format: VHS from DeKalb Public Library (Ghost), DVD from NetFlix (Wedding), both on big ol’ television.

First, apologies. The Internet crapped out on us last night, and I was unable to upload this post. Suffice to say that you can expect a second update late tonight. I hope.

What is the appeal of a romance picture? It’s hardly a sexist comment to suggest that romances are, in general, made for women. Yes, that’s a generalization, but I think it’s an accurate one. Many romances, both good and bad, involve presenting women with something completely unachievable in real life. Why else would the damn Twilight books and movies be so popular? Unachievable romance.

Perhaps no film accomplished this sort of romance as fully and completely as The Ghost and Mrs. Muir. We start with a young widow named Lucy Muir (Gene Tierney), who has decided to get on with her life, something that widowed women in 1900 didn’t do. Her mother-in-law (Isobel Elsom) and spinster sister-in-law Eva (Victoria Horne) are desperately against her leaving, of course. The mother-in-law seems to disagree with the notion mostly so she won’t be alone; Eva because it would mean losing control of Lucy. Regardless, using her husband’s willed shares of a gold mine, Lucy and her daughter Anna (Natalie Wood, at least at this point in the film) move to a small seaside community.

Once there, Lucy rents a little cottage off by itself despite the fact that it’s been mainly empty for four years and appears to be haunted by the ghost of the sea captain who lived there until he allegedly killed himself. She rents the house anyway, and the captain, a youngish man named Daniel Gregg (Rex Harrison), manifests himself and tries to scare her off, but fails. She loves the house, and will keep it. They come to an arrangement of sorts—she’ll eventually will the house to become a home for old seamen, and he’ll not manifest to Anna and he’ll stay in his old room.

Almost immediately, Lucy loses her stipend—the gold mine has played out, but even without an income, she refuses to leave the house she has loved so much. As a way out of the financial pickle, Captain Gregg proposes to narrate his life story to her for her to turn into a book. He does, and the book is published and sells, in no small part because of the salty language. So at least the money thing is handled. It’s also at this time that he tells her to call him Daniel, and he decides to call her Lucia. With the book completed, Captain Gregg tells Lucy that she should spend time with living people, particularly with men, even though she doesn’t really want to. It’s evident at this point that the two of them are deeply in love with each other despite the small problem of him being, y’know, dead.

It’s at the publisher’s office that Lucy meets Miles Fairley (George Sanders), an author of children’s books and a man far more forward than most would dare to be. Seriously, when he talks to her, he looms over her. At one point, they share a cab ride, and he just about sits in her lap. Anyway, romance of a sort blossoms, and it’s evident that Captain Gregg disapproves. Despite this, he decides that Lucy must be allowed to attempt to find happiness on her own, and so he tells her in a fairly poignant scene that he will leave her in peace, and that she will remember him only as a dream, and that the dream will eventually fade. This happens, of course, and of course Fairley is a bastard who’s already married and has made a habit of pulling this trick on women in the past. I’ll stop here so as not to spoil the last 20 minutes or so of the film.

The film is, of course, insanely romantic in the truest sense, and not just in the smoochy-kissy way. It’s romantic in the doomed love, Romeo and Juliet, “I want the thing that I just can’t have” sense. That’s really the whole point of the film; she wants the ghost, the ghost wants her, and thus she becomes attracted to another man she can’t have. It’s not the eventual culmination of the relationship that’s important here. It’s not the time when they are together that’s important. The real romance is the ache when they are apart and the longing to be reunited.

That, friends and neighbors, is the romance part, and The Ghost and Mrs. Muir is chock filled to burstin’ with that.

So how is it? As romances go, it’s a shade too predictable, but many romance films are predictable, because the audience for these films wants that ache, that longing, and that desperate reach for a third hanky. The cast is quite good: Gene Tierney is lovely, which is exactly what she is supposed to be, and independent—ditto that. Rex Harrison was generally good in anything he touched, and he’s gruff, and salty, and a shade tender here, which works for the film more than it does for the character. My favorite character, and I suspect the favorite of most people who watch the film, is Martha (Edna Best), Lucy’s maid. She’s no-nonsense, funny, and gruff, and doesn’t hide her emotions or the fact that she spies a bit on her employer.

This is a tenderhearted film, one that’s nice for a snuggle on the couch with someone special. I won’t say that all women will like it, but fans of chick flicks undoubtedly will. As for the guys, sometimes you have to take one for the team. It might as well be one that’s easier going down than the romantic comedy pablum (or, God forbid, Twilight) currently being served up.

The Wedding Banquet (known in Taiwan as Hsi Yen or Xi Yan), rather than being about a love that can’t be, is about a love that isn’t. Actually, there’s a love that is here as well as a non-existent love. The Wedding Banquet is Ang Lee’s second film. In an interview, he described this film as a classic 1940s screwball comedy, except Chinese and gay. It’s a tremendous description. If the “gay” thing bothers you, you should stop reading now, because this film is gayer than Paul Lynde’s underpants.

We are introduced initially to Wai-Tung Gao (Winston Chao) while he is working out. He is listening to a tape of his mother, who evidently sends tapes rather than letters (this was filmed in those dark days before the Internet and email became common) because of her arthritis. She wonders when her son will get married and help carry on the family name. We soon discover the reason why this hope is in vain—Wai-Tung has a lover named Simon (Mitchell Lichtenstein), and the two have shared a nice building for a number of years. Wai-Tung is a landlord, running a low-rent building in a much cheaper part of New York. Here we meet one of his tenants—Wei Wei (May Chin), an almost literally starving artist. She lives in a non-residential space in the building because it is all she can afford, and she can’t really afford it.

Wai-Tung goes to collect the rent from her, and we learn that she almost got caught by immigration, and her best friend was deported. Now, she has no work, no visa, no green card, and no way to stay. Wai-Tung is continually signed up for singles’ clubs by his parents, who want him to marry and produce grandchildren to carry on the family name. The solution, thought of by Simon, is obvious. If Wai-Tung and Wei Wei get married, everyone benefits. Wai-Tung gets his parents off his back (and a substantial married tax break) and Wei Wei gets a legitimate reason (kind of) to stay in the country. All seems fine until the announcement of the “wedding” brings Wai-Tung’s parents from Taiwan, for a two-week stay. They want to be there for the wedding ceremony. All of this is compounded by the recent stroke of Wai-Tung’s father and his survival, according to a woman he meets through the singles’ agency, because of his desire to hold a grandchild. And thus, we have the rest of the movie.

And yes, it is a comedy of errors. It’s funny and sweet, and a bit tender. Much of the film, really, isn’t so much about the comedic situation of the plot set up, but the relationship between Wai-Tung and his parents (Ya-lei Kuei as the very sweet Mrs. Gao and Sihung Lung as the traditional and cagey Mr. Gao). Of course, it can’t ever be even this simple, and when Wei Wei manages to seduce a drunken Wai-Tung and becomes pregnant, the situation becomes, well, serious.

I don’t want to be coy here, though. The situation here is very funny and the film moves on the gay/straight/fake marriage story arc completely and there would be no film without it. However, even at this early stage in his career, Lee was smart enough to realize that the movie is much more than the situation. In fact, while it is the situation that makes the plot, the reason the audience watches and the reason the audience cares about anything on the screen is the characters, not the story. There are movies with little plot but interesting characters that are worth watching. There are very few movies (at least in my opinion) with a great plot but lousy characters that are worth much of anything.

And so, the movie really does depend on the quality and depth of the characters, and what we have are real people. More importantly, we have real relationships between them. Wai-Tung has a genuine and believable relationship with his parents, one that many people have with their own. He loves and respects them and wants nothing more than to please them, but he also wants to be free to live his own life. He is desperate not for their love, attention, or affection. He has all three. He wants them to bless his life and his choices and to understand him for who he is. Essentially, he wants acceptance for himself, not for their idea of who they want him to be.

This is what makes the film worth watching, and what makes it accessible to anyone—even those of us in traditional marriages. We relate not to the situation, which is extreme, but to the struggles and the personalities of the people going through it. As with many of the most highly touted directors, Lee started strong, and only got stronger.

Of course, it doesn’t hurt that much of the film is really funny, and that just as much is equally serious. The actual marriage ceremony is ridiculously silly, as is much of what follows, and the film is much more watchable because of it. When it does turn into a domestic drama, the change is both sudden and natural, but even here, the film doesn’t completely lose its light touch

Why to watch The Ghost and Mrs. Muir: A sweet romance that happily stretches the boundaries of reality.
Why not to watch: The risk of losing your girlfriend to a ghost.

Why to watch The Wedding Banquet: Real characters and real pathos, even if the situation is extraordinary.
Why not to watch: Homophobia.