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Archive for January, 2012

After 18 years, Janet Evanovich makes it to the big screen

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“One for the Money” opened Friday with two big strikes against it — the distribution company’s decision not to press-screen the film in advance of its premiere and the presence of Katherine Heigl in the starring role.

The absence of critics’ screenings before a movie debuts — particularly something that “opens wide” as “One for the Money” did on more than 2,000 screens — gives a film an aura of damaged goods that usually becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy among annoyed reviewers.

Katherine Heigl is an actress with talent and considerable camera appeal who has developed one of the most poisonous reputations in show business — deserved or not.

She broke a cardinal rule of her industry by publicly criticizing aspects of two major projects — the series that launched her career, “Grey’s Anatomy,” and the film that made her — for a time — a movie star, “Knocked Up.”

What Heigl said about both vehicles was true, but nevertheless gave her the reputation of being “difficult” and “diva-like” and…you fill in the negative adjectives. She is hated by people within the TV and movie industries and that contempt has filtered down to the press that covers and reviews movies.

You might piss off some very powerful people with a negative review for a highly touted Meryl Streep or George Clooney picture, but no one is going to get hostile feedback in 2012 for blasting Heigl.

The actress has been further damaged by appearing in several ill-advised — to say the least — movie vehicles that have given her critics lots of ammunition and weakened her box office clout.

The reviews that began appearing over the weekend for “One for the Money” were, predictably, bad, but the film got a B- rating from exit polling of moviegoers and came in at number three in the box-office rankings with a gross of over $11 million (as Hollywood pundit Nikki Finke put it, “It came on stronger than the disaster which Hollywood thought it would be”).

What’s sad about all of this bad marketing and bad buzz is that “One for the Money” is faithful to the best-selling 1994 novel by Janet Evanovich about a young Trenton woman — Stephanie Plum — who reluctantly takes a job at her cousin’s bail bond company.

Stephanie surprises her family and friends by becoming good at “skip tracing” (bringing in people who haven’t paid their bail and have failed to show up for their first court date).

Evanovich has gone on to write 15 more novels about Stephanie and the people in her personal life and her dangerous career — the books have been huge bestsellers and inspired many other women writers to break out of the confines of “cozy” mysteries in favor of much sexier, funnier material.

Series mystery fiction about women seems to scare off Hollywood, however.

Patricia Cornwell’s Kay Scarpetta books have been in various stages of “development” for more than 20 years (when I interviewed Demi Moore for “A Few Good Men” in 1992 she spent much of the time talking excitedly about her company producing the first Scarpetta book as a film).

The genre took a huge hit in 1991 with the release of “V.I.Warshawski” based on the great Chicago detective character created by Sara Paretsky in a series of wonderful books. The movie mashed together the plots of several Paretsky stories, featured a woefully miscast Kathleen Turner in the lead, and horrified fans of the novels who watched a would-be franchise go down in flames.

You can debate Heigl as Stephanie — I thought she was convincing enough as a working-class New Jersey woman. But what really impressed me about the movie was the loving care that went into the casting of all the people around Stephanie (who could have stepped right out of the pages of Evanovich’s first novel) and the way that the working class characters and settings were presented without a trace of condescension (which is also true of the book).

We are so used to Hollywood telling us that the only life worth living is a deluxe one that it’s refreshing to see a film that recognizes the value in the lives of the other 99 percent.

The movie Stephanie lives in precisely the sort of apartment Evanovich’s character could really afford, dresses the way that pretty, stylish working class women do, and has made up in street smarts for what she might lack in conventional education.

“One for the Money” sticks close to the plot of the original novel and respects the characters a very funny and very talented writer created, and for that it deserves to be saluted.

Lifetime examines ‘stereotyping’ of unwed pregnant teens

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Tonight’s “Lifetime Original Movie” — “The Pregnancy Project” airing at 8 p.m. — is a bizarre based-on-fact soap opera about a Washington State high school student who pretended to be pregnant for her senior class project.

Gaby Rodriguez (played by Alexa Vega) said she wanted to explore the treatment and stereoptyping of high school girls who get pregnant.

Rather than do research and interview other students, however, she fooled all but one of her friends and many members of her own family into believing she was actually pregnant.

It’s a story for the age of social networks and reality television where people are so eager to be famous — or notorious — that they often don’t stop to think about the downside of narcissism and self-generated sensationalism.

Gaby’s stunt caused her to lose friends — and who knows what the parents and family of her boyfriend thought of the ruse to which he was a party? — but it also won her a guest shot on “Today,” a Simon & Schuster book deal, and now tonight’s Lifetime dramatization.

Perhaps we are all too quick to judge girls who get pregnant in high school, and what the future might hold for them and their children, but in some scenes Gaby carries on as if she should be congratulated for not thinking about birth control (and/or insisting that her boyfriend wear a condom).

Is it wrong for the people around the high school student to think that her young life has just gotten much more complicated — and difficult — and that she might not be able to juggle a job and college and caring for her kid at the age of 18?

The Lifetime movie would have us believe that a lot of the hostility Gaby faces is just mean girl-style nastiness and, of course, we get to share her obnoxious morally superior stance because — unlike most of the people around her — we are in on the trick she is pulling.

It’s hard to believe that Gaby’s teachers and the school administration would go along with her idea and its potential to cause the girl so much emotional harm. Gaby is, in a sense, on an undercover spy mission in her high school — something that could have disrupted her own studies and charged the atmopshere around her.

“The Pregnancy Project” is slickly produced and well acted by the entire cast but I spent the whole movie wondering what Gaby really expected to learn from her senior project and why the school leadership went along with what she did to her friends, family and acquaintances.

Rent it now: sexually confused high school kids grow up

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Emmy Rossum has been knocking around in movies for several years — she was the ingenue opposite Gerard Butler in “Phantom of the Opera” and was lost in the ensemble shuffle of “The Day After Tomorrow” — without making a very strong impression one way or the other.

That’s why it is so sad that the Philadelphia-shot indie, “Dare,” fell through the cracks after it debuted at the 2009 Sundance Film Festival. Rossum gives a terrific performance as a high school senior who is determined to become an actress.

Alexa is the most committed actress in her class, but is drawing on almost no life experience.

When a successful stage actor friend of her teacher comes to Philly, Alexa photo_02_hiresgets a wake-up call when the actor tears apart her scene work as Blanche in “A Streetcar Named Desire.”

Alan Cumming plays the merciless actor who tells the girl to go out and start taking risks in her own life so that her acting won’t be just an academic exercise.

Alexa decides to see what might happen between her and Johnny (Zach Gilford), the surly fellow student who was pressured into playing Stanley by the teacher.

On the sidelines is Alexa’s best friend, Ben (Ashley Springer), who realizes he is attracted to Johnny as well.

Writer David Brind and director Adam Salky explore this situation with humor and taste (and more than a little eroticism).

Rossum anchors the film with one of the most believable coming-of-age performances in recent movies. She seems to grow up right in front of our eyes. Acting younger than your actual age is very tough and projecting believable “innocence” is even tougher, but Rossum does both things expertly.

The Image Entertainment DVD has above-average extras — including Rossum’s rather amazing screen test and the short film by Brind and Salky that inspired “Dare.” It’s fascinating to watch the way the key scene between Johnny and Ben (below) was played in the short — the unknown Philly actors who did the original film are very good, but Gilford and Springer take the scene to a higher level.

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‘Mavericks’: juggling art and money in American ballet

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It’s hard to think of another arts documentary like “Joffrey: Mavericks of American Dance” — one that digs so deeply into the personal and financial challenges of keeping an arts organization alive over several decades, as funding sources dry up and artistic relationships buckle.

A standard “American Masters” approach to the late choreographer/artistic director Robert Joffrey (below) would probably focus almost entirely on the ballet company he created in New York City 50 years ago and the breakthrough work he went on to do with such key choreographers as Twyla Tharp.

The documentary doesn’t stint on the artistic end of the Joffrey Ballet, but it also presents the terrible day-to-day struggle to meet payroll, plan tours and compete with other companies for an ever-dwindling pot of funding.

Director Bob Hercules has made a fascinating movie that you don’t have to be a ballet fan to enjoy — it’s about the remarkable survival of a non-profit arts organization which was declared dead more than once.

Joffrey was determined to build an “American” ballet company in New York City — as opposed to what were then the two big Eurocentric Manhattan troupes, New York City Ballet and American Ballet Theatre.

With his artistic and personal partner Gerald Arpino, Joffrey brought modern dance styles and choreographers into the world of ballet at a time when that was something of a heresy.

As the 1960s became more politically and socially volatile, The Joffrey Ballet was able to reflect those changes in dance pieces set to rock music and with the sort of costuming and lighting that might have caused riots at NYCB or ABT.

In addition to facing moments when his funding simply dried up, Joffrey became a target of much critical vitriol for the chances he took. Younger audiences responded very positively to the new work, but traditionalists hated many of the contemporary pieces.

A major turning point came in 1973 when Joffrey brought in Twyla Tharp — who was then considered part of the downtown avant garde — to choreograph one of her first large-scale pieces “Deuce Coupe” (above), set to the music of The Beach Boys. (In the early performances, graffiti artists were brought in to create the backdrop during the performance on a giant scroll.)

Critics embraced Tharp’s piece and within a few years she was working at ABT with Baryshnikov on a total merging of ballet and modern dance in “Push Comes to Shove.”

“Joffrey: Mavericks of Dance” also explores the devastating impact of the AIDS crisis on the New York dance community, with Joffrey claimed by the disease in 1988.

Arpino picked up the baton, however, and kept the company going despite another financial crisis that ended with the Joffrey Ballet being forced to leave New York City and restart in Chicago.

“Joffrey: Mavericks of American Dance” is receiving its U.S. premiere Saturday at theaters all over the country where moviegoers will be able to participate in a question-and-answer session after the film, simulcast live from Lincoln Center.

In Connecticut, the Bijou Theatre in Bridgeport will be hosting this event Saturday at 1:30 p.m. For more information, visit www.thebijoutheatre.com

‘Silent Oligarch’: a terrific post-Cold War espionage thriller

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Add Chris Morgan Jones to the ever-growing list of fine writers who have found ways to reinvent the international espionage thriller long after the end of the Cold War.

Fans of the genre probably recall the reports of the demise of the John LeCarre/Len Deighton spy story after the fall of the Iron Curtain.

What would they write about after the end of the Soviet Union?

Of course, the tension between the United States and Russia has continued long after the so-called “war” ended and the introduction of capitalism there has only made the old rivalries more interesting.

“The Silent Oligarch” — which was published Monday by The Penguin Press — is a beautifully written thriller about how the power of money has been replacing the power of the state in the former Soviet Union, and how the West is no closer to understanding the way things work there than we ever were.

Jones follows two characters, Richard Lock, an English lawyer who has helped to make Konstantin Malin one of the richest men on earth, and Benjamin Webster, a former journalist who once covered the vast changes in Russia but now works for a London corporate intelligence firm.

Lock has helped to build Malin’s empire through a web of shell companies, and various forms of banking chicanery, but he is tiring of the strain of dealing with a very sinister business partner. He secretly longs for a way out of his relationship with Malin and a way back to his ex-wife and child in London.

Webster is a tarnished idealist who once lost a Russian journalist he loved when she knew too much and was murdered for that knowledge. Now happily married and a father, the man is nevertheless thrilled when his company is hired to bring down Malin (who might have been behind the killing of the journalist).

Jones cuts back and forth between these two characters, making it clear that they have more in common than they know. The suspense builds as Webster tries to convince Lock that there might be a way out of the deadly Malin’s clutches.

Jones knows whereof he speaks, with a background in business intelligence that — according to his bio — included working for Russian oligarchs, New York banks and Middle Eastern governments.

“The Silent Oligarch” is a smashing debut that will leave most readers anxious to follow Webster on his next assignment.

‘Balibo’: when journalists don’t see the danger around them

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Some foreign movies leave you thinking that there are few real differences between countries and cultures, but then there are films like the Australian docudrama “Balibo” that keep you at a slight distance.

Set mostly in East Timor in 1975, the film is about the disappearance of five Australian television journalists who were covering the violent upheaval in the country after Portuguese rule ended and neighboring Indonesia invaded the newly independent country.

East Timor is only about 400 miles from Australia, so when the Indonesians began to kill untold thousands of people — estimates run as high as 150,000 — political activists pushed hard for the Australian government to do something about the horrendous situation.

The journalists were trying to send filmed reports of the horror back to viewers in their homeland when they disappeared in the town of Balibo and were presumed dead.

Another prominent journalist, Roger East (played in the film by Anthony LaPaglia, above right) went to East Timor to investigate, and he disappeared, too.

The movie’s obviously fictionalized depiction of what might have happened to these men is terrifying. We are placed in the position of being trapped by violent events that are rapidly spiraling into chaos, with no hope of escape.

“Balibo” gives us a ray of dramatic hope in the form of the young idealistic Jose Ramos-Horta (Oscar Isaac, above left) who convinced East to come to his country and after many years eventually became one of its leaders (and the recipient of the Nobel Peace Prize).

The problem with “Balibo” is that this historic material is presented in a fragmented style that leaves the movie without a very coherent narrative. When you have flashbacks within flashbacks and no obvious protagonist in a movie about events that happened 37 years ago, on the other side of the world, it’s hard to stay connected.

Most of the film is devoted to the six white Australians who died while working in East Timor, leaving “Balibo” open to the same criticism that has been leveled against the Civil Rights Era dramas made in this country that have been about the problems faced by caucasian activists rather than the black people who were suffering the brunt of government-sanctioned racism.

We don’t find out about Jose Ramos-Horta’s historical importance to East Timor until the end of the film on a series of title cards.

What happened to the six journalists was awful, but to have their murders overshadow the deaths of tens of thousands of people in a country they were free to leave at any time seems insensitive.

Rent it now: when Coco flipped over Igor in 1913 Paris

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Jan Kounen’s smart and sexy 2010 bio-pic “Coco Chanel & Igor Stravinsky” opens with a tremendous flourish — a recreation of the legendary 1913 Paris premiere of Stravinsky’s “The Rite of Spring” which nearly caused the audience to riot.

Kounen shows us Nijinsky and his patron Sergei Diaghilev getting the Ballets Russes dancers ready to perform to Stravinsky’s powerful and difficult music and then the curtain going up on this revolutionary dance/musical event.

“The Rite of Spring” triggered chaos because it was so unlike anything audiences had heard up until that time. Stravinsky’s innovations would soon be embraced, however, to the degree that Walt Disney would include the piece in his controversial 1940 animated movie “Fantasia.”

The explosive premiere in Paris marked a temporary career setback for Stravinsky, but it was the night that also brought him a new and powerful patron in the form of Coco Chanel (the designer who revolutionized women’s clothing and the perfume business).

Chanel was transfixed by “The Rite of Spring” and the emotions that it generated in the audience members around her. She contacted Stravinsky — who was virtually penniless — and invited the composer and his wife and children to live at her country home just outside Paris.

What starts as the act of a truly committed patron of the arts turns into a torrid sexual affair that undermines the focus of both legends.

Kounen presents the relationship without judgement. We can see the electric connection between the two great artists (although in a fit of anger Stravinsky puts Chanel down by saying, “You’re not an artist, you’re a shopkeeper”). The personal toll of the relationship is made vivid by the performance of Elena Morozova as Stravinsky’s long-suffering wife Catherine.

Basically, the whole movie hinges on the performances of Mads Mikkelsen as the composer and Anna Mougalis as the fearlessly independent designer.

Since there is so little dialogue in the movie — and very little exposition as well — most of the story is told on the faces of the two actors. Mikkelsen and Mougalis are superb and one of sexiest movie couples of recent years.

“Coco Chanel & Igor Stravinsky” contrasts two equally challenging lives in the arts — Chanel’s determination to live life independent of any permanent attachments to men, and Stravinsky’s attempt to juggle the creation of emotionally discordant music with a stable family life.

Unlike most bio-pics which tell us how we are supposed to feel about the characters from scene to scene, Kounen’s austere approach allows us to look at the characters rarther objectively, admiring the commitment to art but questioning the way Coco and Igor use the people around them.

A (very) late report on ‘Defending the Caveman’

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Obviously any piece of comic material that has been performed continuously for 20 years has to have a lot going for it.

But it was still a very pleasant surprise to have such a good time watching Paul Perroni perform the Rob Becker piece “Defending the Caveman” at the Downtown Cabaret Theatre in Bridgeport last weekend.

While the show ran and ran on Broadway in the mid-1990s — with Becker starring in it — I resisted, thinking that “Caveman” must be just a younger guy’s version of a Jackie Mason-style nightclub-act-disguised-as-a-Broadway-show.

The durability of the material was proven, however, after Becker stopped appearing in “Caveman” and audiences continued to enjoy it with other performers.

Becker succeeded where other solo artists, like Lily Tomlin and Eric Bogosian, have not, in sending his vehicle off into the theater world without his participation (I know that there have been occasional presentations of Tomlin’s “The Search for Signs of Intelligent Life in the Universe” by other performers, but not on the scale of “Defending the Caveman”).

The reason for the enduring appeal of “Caveman” was evident within a few moments of Perroni’s arrival on stage — the young actor was able to take possession of the material the same way he might with any other play.

For the 90 minutes or so he was on stage, we believed “Paul” was giving us his theories on the differences between men and women that have not changed since prehistoric times.

As played by Perroni, “Caveman” had a present-tense quality that belied the fact that Becker first started working on a rough version of the show in 1987 which he polished for more than three years before it took the form of its current incarnation.

Perroni makes us believe he is talking about his life — and his wife — as he kvetches about the way men and women shop, watch television, and hang out with their best friends. It’s the same sort of “nothing” that “Seinfeld” made hay out of for a decade on television — i.e. shocks of hilarious recognition about the tiniest quirks in human behavior.

Perroni physicalizes “Caveman” by working the whole stage of the Bridgeport venue and acting out scenes about his wife and his friends in a manner that takes the evening way beyond the realm of stand-up comedy.

The show becomes an acting piece in the same way that the David Sedaris monologue “The Santaland Diaries” became a play in the hands of fine actors like Timothy Olyphant and Thomas Sadoski.

(For information on this weekend’s performances, go to www.dtcab.com)

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