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Archive for October, 2010

‘The Walking Dead’: enough with the zombies already!

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Who knew when we were watching George Romero’s midnight movie sensation “Night of the Living Dead” that the flesh-eating zombies he created would prove to be one of the biggest influences in the horror genre for more than 40 years?

Romero himself reworked the idea in a series of sequels that had little of the sick kick he brought to his gruesome 1968 picture about the recently dead rising up to kill and consume the living.

In the past decade, there have been homages both comic (“Shaun of the Dead”) and serious (“28 Days Later”) as well as an endless stream of movies with the sort of over-the-top splatter effects that got everybody talking about Romero way back when.

Tonight at 10 p.m., AMC is debuting a heavily promoted five-part miniseries, “The Walking Dead,” produced and partially directed by the Oscar-nominated filmmaker Frank Darabont.

The 90-minute pilot is perfect Halloween night programming, but will the rest of the series excite AMC audiences the way that the channel’s breakout hit “Mad Men” did?

(AMC’s “Breaking Bad” has earned fine reviews and a loyal audience but hasn’t gotten nearly as much ink as the 1960s period piece about the advertising world).

I watched an advance screener of the first two episodes of “The Walking Dead” the other night and found them to be well-made and gripping, but have little or no interest in seeing how this pop culture retread plays out in episodes three through five. (I wonder if AMC will stick to the miniseries notion if the show gets a strong audience response?)

Darabont has given “The Walking Dead” movie-level production values and I couldn’t find any fault with the cast of largely unknown actors, but after a few minutes of man vs. zombie conflict — in contemporary Georgia — I felt that I had been down this road way too many times.

“The Walking Dead” has the Romero-inspired entrail-munching scenes we have grown to expect from this genre and a set-up that “borrows” from the Danny Boyle picture “28 Days Later” in a manner that could inspire an ungenerous filmmaker to call his lawyer (the hero is hospitalized, goes into a coma and wakes up into a nightmare world that has been decimated by a zombie plague).

The AMC series pushes the basic cable violence envelope — which may startle TV viewers who have not seen a zombie flick before — but this horror genre has been worn out through endless repetition.

Rent it now: Michael Crichton’s underrated 1978 thriller ‘Coma’

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Michael Douglas served a long and unusually varied apprenticeship in Hollywood before he became a major box-office star — and Oscar-winning actor — in the 1980s.

Douglas appeared in a series of unsuccessful small films in the late 1960s and early 1970s that failed to move him out of the shadow of superstar dad Kirk Douglas.

Most people have never heard of “Hail, Hero!” (1969) or “Adam at 6 A.M.” (1970)  let alone seen those long-forgotten critical and box-office flops.

Douglas moved on to the TV cop show “Streets of San Francisco” where he learned a lot working as the partner to veteran actor Karl Malden.

Douglas got a big boost in the Hollywood community when his dad gave him the film rights to the Ken Kesey novel “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest” — Kirk had starred in an early 1960s Broadway adaptation of the material but couldn’t get it financed as a movie and passed it on to his son.

Michael not only raised the money to put “Cuckoo’s Nest” on the screen, it became a monstrous box-office hit and won the Oscar for best picture of 1975. Douglas didn’t appear in the film, but its success put him in a position to work as an actor again.

Wisely, Douglas decided to work his way back into feature films by playing the “girl” role in two thrillers in which he supported female leads — “Coma” with Genevieve Bujold in 1978 and “The China Syndrome” starring Jane Fonda in 1979.

Most people have seen the Fonda hit about a near meltdown in a California nuclear power plant, but “Coma” was only a minor hit 32 years ago and deserves to be rediscovered on video.

The obituaries for Michael Crichton (above) in 2008 stressed his position as one of the most popular novelists of our time. That he was, with an unbroken string of highly entertaining and often very provocative thrillers.

I happen to be equally fond of two movies Crichton directed in quick succession four decades ago that seem to have fallen off most people’s radar: the brisk and very scary “Coma” and the magnificently designed and photographed historical caper film, “The Great Train Robbery” (1979).

Crichton eased Douglas’s way to big screen stardom. The actor’s performance as Bujold’s boyfriend in “Coma” displayed the slightly offbeat mix of charisma and moral ambiguity that would power most of the actor’s subsequent star vehicles.

“Coma” was adapted from a Robin Cook novel about a diabolical conspiracy within a Boston hospital involving the murder of healthy patients in order to harvest their organs for sale to wealthy international clients.

The movie was part of a wave of 1970s paranoid thrillers, but Crichton brought humanity and humor to an otherwise grim genre.

“Coma” was one of the rare 1970s thrillers centered on a female character and Crichton seemed unusually sensitive to the woman’s position within a male-dominated hospital (the writer-director earned his medical degree from Harvard before he turned to fiction with the 1970 best-seller “The Andromeda Strain”).

If there had been more Hollywood opportunities for actresses in the late 1970s — the decade was largely dominated by male star vehicles and “buddy” dramas and comedies — Bujold could have become a major star rather than a fine character actress.

Crichton continued to direct the occasional film in the 1980s, but he gave up that sideline in 1989 after directing the disastrous “Physical Evidence.” A project that was intended to be a sequel to the 1985 hit “Jagged Edge” — with Glenn Close and Robert Loggia reprising their roles as a San Francisco defense attorney and her crusty investigator — wound up as a barely released Burt Reynolds-Theresa Russell bomb.

‘On the Line’: high anxiety on the streets of New York

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I had a great time last night moderating a discussion at the Westport Library with two of our best crime writers, S.J. Rozan and Daniel Judson.

They are both good talkers as well as writers so it was an entertaining and illuminating session (with terrific questions from the audience).

Rozan has created a unique crime series in which she follows two very different New Yorkers who happen to be private investigation partners — the 40ish white anglo Bill Smith and his younger Chinese-American partner Lydia Chin.

The author has kept the series and the characters fresh by alternating the points of view in each story — after a tale with Bill as the protagonist, the next book will be centered on Lydia. Through this device, we get to see each partner’s private thinking about the other and two different takes on contemporary New York and the clients who keep Bill and Lydia busy.

Rozan does such a good job writing from the two different perspectives that it would be impossible for me to play favorites and to say that I like the Lydia books more than the Bill stories or vice versa.

Over the years, just when I have started leaning in favor of Lydia — for the marvelous insights she gives us on New York’s Chinatown and Chinese-American culture — Rozan will deliver a Bill story that makes me reassess my stance.

The tenth novel in the series, “On the Line,” is a Bill book, but done in a whole new style by Rozan who delivers a high anxiety, high octane thriller in the Lee Child/Harlan Coben vein.

The story begins with Bill finding out that Lydia has been kidnapped by an old enemy and that she will be killed in 12 hours if Smith doesn’t solve a series of clues that will lead him toward his friend and business partner (and perhaps more than that — the sexual chemistry between the two characters has been heightened in the recent novels).

“On the Line” sends Bill racing all over New York — with the wonderful character of the young Chinese-American computer wiz Linus as his partner — to find Lydia before it is too late.

The brilliant enemy makes Bill’s journey even more harrowing by using Chinatown prostitutes as a form of bait — and trying to frame Bill for their murders. Bill acquires an important enemy (and eventual ally) along the way in the form of the Chinatown brothel operator Lu who wants to know why his girls are going missing.

The narrative momentum of “On the Line” is so strong that most readers will probably finish the book in a few sittings and come away from it impressed by Rozan’s foray into the thriller genre. Even though we know that Lydia must survive her ordeal — just as we knew DeGaulle could not be killed in “The Day of the Jackal” — Rozan keeps us anxious right up to the final few pages.

(P.S. I’ll be writing about Daniel Judson’s wonderful noir thriller “Voyeur” in this space next week.)

‘Cash Crop’: a road trip through the California pot scene

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It’s a “crime” that many of us — most of us? — committed more than once.

Especially when we were young and foolish.

Show me a baby boomer who claims he or she was never in the presence of the illegal consumption of marijuana in the 1960s or 1970s and I’ll show you an AARP member with a foggy memory — or one who didn’t get out much back in the day.

And yet, here we are in 2010, with an argument still raging over whether or not pot should be legalized or at the very least decriminalized.

A movie with a case of perfect timing — “Cash Crop” — is opening around the country this weekend just days before California voters face a ballot proposition that would legalize the recreational use of marijuana in that state.

Documentarian Adam Ross leaves the moralizing to other people as he takes us on a road trip from one end of California to another introducing us to people who grow marijuana legally — for medical purposes — and illegally for recreational use.

In the course of the journey, we also meet at least one law enforcement person who has come to question the wisdom of spending so much time and money enforcing drug laws (particularly in a country that has gone crazy for prescription drugs over the past few decades, used for everything from controlling twitching leg muscles at night to growing longer eyelashes).

Ross seems to have just about everything a good documentary filmmaker needs — enough natural empathy to get people who are doing something illegal to talk to him as well as to allow the man’s camera into their pot growing facilities.

From a moviegoer’s point of view, Ross possesses an even more important gift — the aesthetic good sense to make his movie look and sound interesting while we are learning from him.

A whole other movie could — and should — be made about the generation now running the country which has chosen to rewrite the history of its own youth.

Notes on a preview of ‘Women on the Verge…’

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Broadway has been inundated with musicals based on movies over the past decade, but I don’t think there has ever been a show that displayed more reverance for its film source material than “Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown.”

Director Bartlett Sher and set designer Michael Yeargan and costume designer Catherine Zuber (the Tony-winning trio behind the sensational 2008 revival of “South Pacific) have done their best to bring the look of the 1988 Pedro Almodovar film to the stage of the Belasco Theatre and the result is one of the most visually sophisticated Broadway musicals I’ve ever seen.

If you admire Almodovar as much as I do you will savor the show’s treatment of one of the great Spanish director’s most popular films — a fizzy romantic comedy about a group of Madrid women whose only real common denominator is the terrible way men have treated them.

Sher has added complex projections and other special effects elements to enrich the 1988 Madrid atmosphere and David Yazbek has written a pop score infused with a subtle Spanish sound.

The big question faced by Lincoln Center Theater — the non-profit organization that is producing the show — is whether or not a musical faithful to Almodovar will succeed in the high stakes gamble that is 2010 Broadway. Like most LCT productions, the show is technically a limited run, but with so much talent and money behind it the producers no doubt hope it will extend its run for a year or more as “South Pacific” did.

The Broadway chat rooms have been filled with hysterical pro and con bickering since the first preview in early October, but no one can predict how the show will play with critics and then with general audiences after the reviews appear.

I saw a preview last night — the official opening is set for Nov. 4 — and while there were still a few slight technical glitches, “Women on the Verge…” seemed about as sharp and as well performed as it needs to be.

The cast is extraordinary, with Sherie Rene Scott taking on the central role of Madrid actress Pepa (played by Carmen Maura in the film) who is dumped by her married lover Ivan (Brian Stokes Mitchell) in the opening scene.

Pepa then has to cope with an escalating series of crises that includes a close friend — Candela (Laura Benanti) — fearing she is about to be implicated in a terrorist plot and facing down Ivan’s madly jealous wife Lucia (Patti LuPone) who has just been released from a psychiatric facility.

Almodovar borrowed from American screwball comedies in his one-damn-thing-after-another farcical plotting that includes Pepa making a batch of Valium-spiked gazpacho that causes a pile-up of unconscious friends and foes in her penthouse apartment.

The assembled stars are used as an ensemble serving the complex plot so Broadway show queens who expect a series of killer diller numbers are going to be very disappointed.

“Women of the Verge…” is more like a play with music than a musical in the tradition of “Hairspray” or “The Producers.” Patti LuPone gets a terrific second act song about the way that time has eroded Lucia’s sexual appeal to men — “Invisible” — but her sly performance is not the star turn fans might expect.

It seems unlikely that a loving homage to a 1988 Spanish arthouse hit will find favor with the mainstream Broadway crowd, but I got a kick out of seeing a fantastic company of American actors getting the chance to enter Almodovar’s world.

‘Follow Me Down’: college days without nostalgia

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The new play “Follow Me Down” by Patrick Barrett takes place at Oxford University in 1925, but it tells a timeless story of those intense (and unlikely) friendships we form at college out of sheer proximity to people we would never get to know so well in the “outside” world.

Barrett introduces us to a group of very different young men who share college rooms and an unofficial decision to make the charismatic but troubled James (Graham Halstead, above right) the de facto head of the house.

James is in the great tradition of those wised-up but disturbed adolescents who populate classic coming-of-age novels such as “The Catcher in the Rye” and near-classics like “The Sterile Cuckoo.”

Most of us who lived in a dorm or a fraternity house probably went through a stage of being drawn into the orbit of someone like James — a guy with an answer to every question whose combination of acerbic humor and good looks meant a wide circle of admirers.

It’s easier to go with the flow and take advantage of the popularity of someone like James — when you’re still too young to know what qualities should go into a close friendship — than to question his authority and to risk banishment from the circle of acolytes.

“Follow Me Down” is receiving its world premiere production from Aporia Theater in the very intimate confines of the downstairs space at The Flea Theater in downtown Manhattan.

Director Sarah Elizabeth Wansley has done a fine job of casting James and his roommates and the four young women who come to vivid life in the play but are never quite able to make it into the inner circle.

Only one of the women we meet — Tess (Kara Davidson) — is a budding feminist who wonders why she can’t be the equal of any of the men at Oxford.

Barrett sets up the characters deftly, with James and Andrew (Justin Scalzo, left) and Simon (Jason Resnikoff) and Thomas (Thomas Anawalt, above left) and Phillip (Joe Rende) amusing each other in the first scene with a charades-like party game.

Although every character in the play is well drawn — and expertly acted — the play’s central conflict develops between James and Thomas who start off disagreeing about Thomas’ love of literature but end up in an emotionally devastating battle over more personal matters.

Thomas knows that something has to be simmering under the glamorous facade James maintains — he cannot be as blithe about emotional connections and what really matters to him in life as he pretends to be.

Under the influence of lots of liquor — and the ever-shifting alliances of the other roommates — the conflict between James and Thomas has profound consequences for everyone in “Follow Me Down.”

As played by Halstead and Anawalt, James and Thomas are well-matched rivals who get a fair fight in the playwright’s hands — we are pulled back and forth between James’ all-purpose cynicism and Thomas’ belief in life having a higher purpose.

With no audience member more than two rows away from the performance, “Follow Me Down” gives a theatergoer the sense of being in the same room with the people Barrett has created — the play quickly becomes an intense emotional experience.

(“Follow Me Down” is being presented at The Flea Theater through Nov. 1. For more information, go to www.AporiaTheater.com)

There’s no people like show people (especially Klea Blackhurst)

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What a treat it was to see Klea Blackhurst’s show “Everything the Traffic Will Allow” yesterday at the Music Theatre of Connecticut in Westport.

The singer-actress has been doing this 90-minute piece about “the songs and the sass of Ethel Merman” since 2001, but it felt fresh and up-to-the-minute in MTC’s super-intimate space (perfect for cabaret artists).

Blackhurst has been under the influence of Merman since she was a kid in Salt Lake City, Utah. She was crazy about the original cast album of “Annie Get Your Gun” long before she knew anything about the woman who was singing all of those songs.

As the years went by, Blackhurst went deeper into the Merman backlist, and saw the brassy unconventional leading lady as an inspiration.

Blackhurst doesn’t imitate Merman in the show — instead she presents a biography in song, telling us the story of this remarkable stage star through numbers from each of Merman’s Broadway shows (all of them hits).

It takes guts, a terrific voice and a larger-than-life personality to pull this sort of show off and Blackhurst has all three of those elements in abundance. 

The writer-performer gives “Everything the Traffic Will Allow” a wonderful personal touch by mixing her own autobiography in with the life of the artist she honors.

Because Merman spent most of her career on stage, her performances live on only in the memories of theatergoers who are now getting on in years — her last appearance in a Broadway show was 40 years ago.

By bringing her own high spirits and tremendous talent to this biographical cabaret show, Blackhurst keeps the Merman aura going. Who knows how many young people seeing this performance have been inspired to give a listen to a Merman cast album such as “Gypsy” or “Annie Get Your Gun”?

Blackhurst closed up shop yesterday in Westport — where she enjoyed a three weekend run — but you can hear her interpretations of Merman tunes on a Ghostlight CD she recorded live in concert in 2002.

She also will be presenting the show Nov. 20 at 8 p.m. at the Kingsborough Performing Arts Center in Brooklyn.

n + 1 asks: ‘What Was The Hipster?’

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The smart folks behind the Brooklyn journal n + 1 put out a terrific book on the financial collapse (“Diary of a Very Bad Year”) a few months ago and now they offer up a lighter but equally sharp little volume, “What Was The Hipster? A Sociological Investigation.”

The book takes off from an n + 1 symposium at the New School in April of last year. “Hipster” includes excerpts from the transcript of that gathering along with published responses and new essays.

We don’t really get an answer to the question posed — nor do we really find out why the past tense is used for a way of life that still seems to be alive and well — but “Hipster” roots around in the notions of bohemian lifestyles in a consistently engaging and amusing manner.

n + 1 is a remarkable publication in many ways, but what I really appreciate about it is the way that the editors frequently bring unexpected humor to their various examinations of the contemporary scene.

The wit is droll — and in many cases half-hidden — but it is there in discussions of matters both weighty (sex and credit card debt) and slight (TV shows and popular films).

The editors of n + 1 assume their readers are almost as smart as they are.

“What Was The Hipster?” mixes serious and amusing commentary in a manner that will be recognizeable to readers of the journal.

The central joke in the study is the quick determination that no one in their right mind would want to be called a “hipster” because it has become an all-purpose putdown for young and strenuously fashionable urbanites who want to look like artists but are living on a trust fund or preparing applications for law school.

The speakers at the symposium and the essayists all point out that today’s hipster is a variation on the hippies and beatniks of earlier generations — kids who wanted to put out and live in an aura of being at the center of bohemia.

At one point in the symposium, speaker Christian Lorentzen talked about the notion of hipsters existing “in a state of perpetual luxuriant slumming and that rich people and people who grew up poor colluded in a group project of class confusion, conspiring to blur class boundaries temporarily in order to allow themselves to socialize and sleep with each other.”

The book delves into the way that hipsters have colonized and transformed whole sections of New York City, especially Williamsburg and the Lower East Side.

Many of the contributors admit that they have enjoyed commercial aspects of the bohemian culture of the past decade — such as funky independent coffee shops and Brooklyn gathering spots such as Pete’s Candy Store (below) — but no one in the book wants to be seen as a hipster.

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