Monday Wednesday Movie Review: The Visitor

The Visitor (2007) 9/10
Walter Vale (Richard Jenkins) is a college professor, leading a solitary and empty life following the death of his wife. Visiting New York City for a conference, he meets by chance, and establishes a relationship with Tarek (Haaz Sleiman) and Zainab (Danai Gurira). Tarek begins to teach Walter how to play the djembe (an African drum). Written and directed by Thomas McCarthy.

The Visitor is Thomas McCarthy’s second outing as writer/director, following the exquisite The Station Agent in 2003. One could wish for him to work a little faster. He has a delicate touch with human loneliness and isolation, and a respect for difference that transcends cliché.

McCarthy has an affinity for certain character types; Tarek’s insistent cheerfulness is reminiscent of Bobby Canavale’s character in The Station Agent, and when we meet Tarek’s mother Mouna (Hiam Abbass), her steady, sorrowful gaze is reminiscent of Patricia Clarkson. But the characters aren’t just types, which is really important for two reasons. First, because Uptight College Professor Who Needs to Loosen Up is kind of over. I mean over. It’s just something we don’t need to see anymore. On the other hand, Human Needing to Become More Human is something we will never see too much of, because it is one of life’s essential narratives. Because McCarthy is so good, and because Jenkins is so so so good, Walter is a human and not a type. (Jenkins, by the way, has one of the most beautiful speaking voices I can think of, it rolls and rumbles and surprises, and I could listen to him read the phone book.)

Second, it’s important that Tarek and Zainab be fully human because the film largely focuses on immigration issues. If the characters have no presence as individuals, then the film is a Message Movie, it’s about an issue. The danger of polemic is high. But by the time Tarek, through no fault of his own, comes to the attention of the authorities and it’s discovered that he and his girlfriend are illegal, we know them as people.

And here, in two paragraphs, we can see the reductionist version of a movie review. It’s about an uptight white guy being loosened up by, not a Magical Negro, but a Magical Arab (with a Negro girlfriend). It’s a political movie about the plight of illegal immigrants. It’s a quirky indie about the colorful New York City life of people who drum in the park. Yes, we can do that. But we don’t have to.

They say there are only seven stories. Parts of The Visitor feel familiar, but I’m going to say that’s because there are only seven stories, and not because this particular version of storytelling has nothing to say. Just in terms of narrative, this film surprised me several times. I didn’t think it was going to do that, and I didn’t think it was going to do that.

Visually, The Visitor does some remarkable things. There’s a moment of Walter’s face framed in a window that is almost Kubrick; all stark white and angles. And can we go back again to Richard Jenkins? He’s so himself. He’s in that place where he’s not acting, he’s being, and if there were weaknesses in the script, that clarity of presence would overcome them.

One of interesting things about the way the story is told is that there is never any hammering about Walter’s grief. It’s never actually stated that he’s grieving, or that his emptiness is related to his wife’s death. But there are all these suggestions, and it’s clear to me that Walter was one of those men who depended entirely on his wife to have warmth in his life. Without her, he has to find it himself, and mostly he fails. Listen: The movie opens with Walter taking a piano lesson. When the lesson doesn’t go well, the teacher finds out she is Walter’s fourth such teacher. Later, we find out that his wife was a piano teacher.

Again, no one emphasizes that note. The person I watched the movie with didn’t catch it. But it’s there, and it says that Walter is not an uptight priss, but someone reaching out, trying to find an opening. For him, the djembe is that opening. And once open, he is a person who cares about his friends, and so Tarek’s plight has meaning to him.

A movie like The Visitor is what Netflix was made for. Most people would never get a chance to see it otherwise, and isn’t it wonderful that you can?

Okay, here’s what happened

The blog, she died. The server, she died.

So I actually wrote a Monday Movie Review, and posted it, but when the server was restored from backup, the review went back to the version I saved as a draft, not the version I published.

I never noticed.

Seriously. Went about my business, tra la la, it’s Monday, I wrote my review tra la. And then it’s Tuesday, here comes a game. And now it’s Wednesday, and I look in my Drafts folder to see if I have anything juicy to post, and I see the movie review. Took me a couple of minutes to figure that out, I’ll tell you what.

So you get your Monday Movie Review on Wednesday. Consider it two days of youth restored.

Tuesday Trivia: Twenty Questions

This is an experiment. Let’s see if it’s fun. I’m thinking of a movie. I will tell you how many words in the title (including A or The if it has them), and I will tell you the first letter (not counting A or The if it has them).

You will ask yes/no questions in the manner of 20 Questions, and see if you can guess the film.

If it goes quickly, the winner starts the next round.

FIRST MOVIE:

2 words

Starts with B

Go!

Correction!! I thought the movie title was 2 words, but the IMDb has it as a one-word contraction. You know, like Hairspray instead of Hair Spray. It isn’t Hairspray. But like that. Except with a B.

GO!

Belated Blogiversary to me!

It was October 14. I forgot.

Kind of like my life lately. Or this blog. A whirlwind of activity in which I nonetheless drop important things. Usually this blog.

Still and all, Property of a Lady is three years old and is starting to speak in full sentences.

Rock is dead, they say

On the radio on the way to work, I heard the Who’s “Long Live Rock.” I am a huge Who fan. Huge. I survived high school by listening to “Slip Kid” over and over at top volume. And Long Live Rock, which contains the lyric, Rock is dead, they say. Long live rock! is a great song. Full of attitude, defiance, humor, and joy.

But I think rock is dead.

Certainly in 1972, when the song was released, it was WAY premature to write an obituary for rock & roll. But it’s 2008 and I think it’s time. Classic rock is a morgue. Some of the music is still vital, yes, but it came from a vital period, and to stick it in its own radio ghetto is a wax museum version of vitality.

There are excellent artists out there now, and some of them are working in a rock genre. Not most, and not the most interesting music being released. Not anything likely to be influential on future generations. I can’t think of a current rock group that I really believe will be remembered and sought after in five or ten years. Hip-hop, world music fusions, No Depression, Americana, and the resurgence of American popular standards are all more dynamic.

Meanwhile, the rock gods are mostly making other music. Robert Plant is doing country. Lots of rock and roll artists from the 60s and 70s are trying pop standards, some wonderfully, some badly. Some are doing Broadway or movies. Most are experimenting outside of the world of rock, or are doing self-conscious reunion shows without new material.

Rock is dead.

I’m not a musician, or a music critic, or an expert. I’m a person who has listened to rock & roll my whole life. I was a toddler when the Beatles had their first U.S. hits. I scream “BRUUUUUUUUUCE” as loud as any Jersey girl. The Who really did save my ass. Those beats, those lyrics, those attitudes are my blood and bones. But over is over. It’s a thing of the past.

Move along, nothing to see here.

F You Trivia: All Solved

I see…now that melissa has started posting, I’m going to have to make these harder.

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Tuesday Trivia: F You

Name these movies that start with F:

1. The movie title references an animal. The movie features the funeral of a different animal.
Solved by melissa (comment #8).

2. “You play the piano all day and then jump on a horse, you could get cramps.”
Solved by George (comment #2).

3. This controversial movie, banned in many places upon original release, was made by the director of a highly successful and iconic horror film. Although he directed over sixty films, he made only four more after this one.
Solved by Melville (comment #4).

4. “I’ve got a degree in ass wiggling, mate.”
Solved by Evn (comment #1).

5. Based on a novel by a writer best known as a game show panelist.
Solved by Melville (comment #3).

6. Although it’s a light-hearted musical, a key plot element involves the lead injuring himself to avoid the draft.
Solved by Evn (comment #5).

7. “He’s so full of twists. He starts to describe a donut and it comes out a pretzel.”
Solved by melissa (comment #7).

Monday Movie Review: The Whole Wide World

The Whole Wide World (1996) 8/10
Novalyne Price (Renée Zellweger) meets pulp fiction author Robert E. Howard (Vincent D’Onofrio). Although most of his neighbors in 1930s Texas think Bob Howard is crazy, Novalyne finds him fascinating and a romance gradually develops.

The Whole Wide World is based upon the memoirs of Novalyn Price, and it functions strictly through her point of view. We see Howard only when she sees him, and we know him only as she knows him. The tight focus of the movie is interesting and unusual; we normally see more of characters “real” life, but in this movie, most of the action is Bob and Novalyne talking; on drives, in parlors, on a picnic. Talking. Discovering they love each other and discovering, too, that they are not all that compatible. Great friends with real chemistry, they have very different ideas of what life should contain.

D’Onofrio inhabits Howard with his characteristic weirdness, but also with a burning enthusiasm that bursts forth in shouts and broad gestures, before calming back into something like civility. Zellweger is almost a cliché, a fussy schoolteacher with a Sunday School attitude, but she’s also fiery and fierce. A cliché would not have the strength to stand up to someone she so admires. By the time Novalyne meets Bob in 1933, he is already famous, widely-regarded as the greatest pulp writer alive. An unsuccessful writer of “true romance” stories, she wants to meet him to pick his brain probably more than she wants a romance.

Although a friend whose taste I admire adores this film, I liked it very much without being blown away. The stiff propriety of romance with a schoolmarm was distancing, and the emphasis on intellectual conversation, while admirable, went a bit overboard. I was also frustrated by Howard’s mother’s “Movie Illness,” in which she slows weakens with an unnamed sickness that makes her daily more beautiful. I was surprised, reading up on Howard afterwards, to find nothing all that specific about Mrs. Howard. She was “sick” and getting “sicker,” and that’s about it. She apparently lived Movie Illness before it was the in thing.

I recommend it nonetheless. It is a romance filled with the world of writing and reading, it is love based on a meeting of minds as well as deep feeling, and it is a touching story.

Life on Mars: Thoughts

This was better than I thought it would be. It looked so good and cool, on the other hand, it looked like pandering to the audience’s desire for cool. It’s a pastiche of things that are popular now; on-going mysteries, low-grade supernatural elements (as opposed to full-blown science fiction; a single oddity in an otherwise normal world), time travel, period pieces. So how much can you hope?

But Life on Mars was surprisingly good. It had a sense of being grounded, of not just playing by the numbers. And oh, sure, the numbers were played, but, maybe just because of the presence of Harvey Keitel, there was a certain gravity.

Life on Mars is the story of present-day police detective Sam Tyler (Jason O’Mara) who is hit by a car and wakes up in 1973. He is weirded out by the technology and fashion, but he also suspects he is hallucinating. We are left with the notion that in 2008 he is in a persistant vegetative state while living an alternate reality in 1973. So he’s stuck and the PVS lets him stay stuck a good long time, while potentially having a body to return to in the present. In the past, he’s finding clues to the serial killings he was working on when he had his accident, and he’s in conflict with his lieutenant (Keitel) while forming a bond with a policewoman (Gretchen Mol).

I like the period feel of this one in every way I didn’t like Swingtown. Here, the seventies are urban and gritty, the cool period objects have some wear and tear, whereas in Swingtown, the camera lingered on each can of Tab and fringed vest like they were naked boobs. The result is the 70s feel like life, not like a set.

Jason O’Mara isn’t going to win any Emmys; in one scene, he shows he’s upset by pouting. With his big ol’ pouty lower lip. But he’s passable.

Fans of the original BBC series (which I never saw) are unhappy with the show, but judged on its own merits, I think it’s pretty good, and I’ll be back next week.

I am Jack’s Executive Function

I’ve been thinking about the notion of executive function. It’s basically the part of the brain that handles organizational things. Because someone will tell you, “Oh, it’s easy, just make a phone call,” and your brain goes BLAH and you wonder why you’re going BLAH.

So here’s a thing that happened. I had to buy a gift. I went into the store and I picked it out. I got it home and I realized there was no way I could ship this sonuvabitch. It was a weird shape. So I went to the store’s website, figuring, I’d order online and then return the one I bought. Let them handle figuring out how to ship it.

So the website was down, but I managed to squeeze the item number out of the url before everything went crash kaboom blooey bam. I phoned and I had to go through all the hoops to place an order. Have you ordered before? Will you order again? Would you like to form a long-term relationship with us? Fuck you, your website doesn’t even fucking work, just give me my present.

So I give them the billing info and they read it back. The credit card number is wrong. I give it again. My name is spelled wrong. I give it again. My address. Again.

Now we’re up to the shipping address, and the same thing. Everything is wrong. Everything. I have a dyslexic order taker. I have a person who inverts digits who has decided on a career of copying down digits. Fucking fuck.

And all the questions. Apologies and questions and how many items do you want and are you sure I can’t offer you a discount card for purchase of fifty dollars or more and JUST SHUT UP.

So finally, he gets to my total, and it’s over thirty dollars. For a nineteen dollar gift. “What?!?” “Well, ma’am, there’s a fuel surcharge…” “You’re charging me fifty percent of the cost of the item.” “Well, the reason is that the fuel surcharge…” “I actually don’t care what your reason is. You’re charging me fifty percent of the cost of the item!” (My stern voice.) “Hold please.”

So, long hold. Long. And he comes back and my shipping charges have been reduced to $2. But he emphasizes six times, this is one time only, because I’m a first time customer. Six times. Nicely, politely telling me, “Don’t ever try to pull this again, bitch.” Don’t worry, I won’t.

Next day I go back to the store and return the original gift.

Gift doesn’t arrive.

I call the recipient after 2 days, after 4 days. Gift hasn’t arrived. I check the website. Gift, it says, was delivered after 2 days.

So now I call the post office where the item was supposed to be delivered. “Why yes, we do have a package we can’t deliver from that company.”

It was addressed to me. Not to the recipient. To me.

So, we got that all straightened out and the gift was delivered, and I looked at this supposedly simple thing I did. Nine steps. Nine. Some of which were highly stressful and took a lot of tenacity on my part.

1. Buy gift
2. Try website
3. Place phone order
4. “Renegotiate” delivery price
5. Return gift
6. Follow-up on delivery with receipient, find it didn’t arrive
7. Look up delivery on company website
8. Call post office, straighten things out
9. Let receipient know it’s on the way.

That was one errand. One. Of the dozens I may do in a week. It really made me hyper-aware of this whole area of brain function, I’ll tell you.