tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43964613159189911352024-03-13T06:50:06.420-07:00The Basement OfficeHillary Titleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15127855607804503096noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396461315918991135.post-65520956014231092872009-03-10T06:19:00.000-07:002009-03-10T06:34:15.874-07:00My Movie Weekend...Finally, I edited together all the video clips of Jones I've been collecting.<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzY8TYQW0hlVdLwH0UY_OOFgTLdL09dk20zbL7BeBv6w5FP3o7WOjU6zADui1ddjudXvJzEqCuRm-CasMH9UA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Failing that, try YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bs2b3mZNl8QHillary Titleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15127855607804503096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396461315918991135.post-81737927282224863512009-02-19T08:03:00.000-08:002009-02-19T08:33:59.682-08:00It's That Time of Year Again...I have made no secret about my displeasure at the Academy Award Nominations this year and my final picks include some necessary write-in votes. This is a year where what was pointedly left out is more significant than what made it to the dance, and the paltry selection is going to be a wound that only time itself will heal.<br /><br />Before we begin, I want to take a moment to recognize those worthy souls that did not make the final cut:<br />Woody Allen, Vicky Christina Barcelona, Best Original Screenplay<br />Robert Siegel, The Wrestler, Best Original Screenplay<br />Justin Haythe, Revolutionary Road, Best Adapted Screenplay<br />Rosemarie DeWitt, Rachel Getting Married, Best Supporting Actress<br />Debra Winger, Rachel Getting Married, Best Supporting Actress<br />Misty Upham, Frozen River, Best Supporting Actress<br />Jonathan Demme, Rachel Getting Married, Best Director<br />Charlie Kaufman, Synecdoche, New York, Best Original Screenplay<br />Kristen Scott Thomas, I’ve Love You So Long, Best Actress<br />Bruce Springsteen, The Wrestler, Best Original Song<br /><br />Love long and prosper on DVD and in the court of long-term memory.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Picks</span><br /><br />I've said it before, I always choose my winners with my heart rather than with my head, so, consequently, I never win the proverbial office pool. However, this year I am being pressed into service by the various media organizations I am a part of - ok, Carsten Knox's Love and Hate Movie Show on Halifax's CKDU radio (88.1 on the dial!) - to provide predictions and prognostications. Therefore, my picks are divided into 'Head' categories (those that <span style="font-style: italic;">wil</span>l win) and 'Heart' categories (as opposed to those I <span style="font-style: italic;">want</span> to win). Please do not make significant wagers based on the picks in this post. In this blog, as in Hollywood, nobody knows anything.<br /><br />And on we go...<br /><br />ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY<br />HEAD: Dustin Lance Black, <span style="font-style: italic;">Milk</span>. I can live with this, but I felt <span style="font-style: italic;">Milk</span> owes more to its performances than its writing, which is hampered by its standard biopic structure and clunky speechifying. However, Black provides us with an intimate look at a public man and weaves real life tidbits of Harvey deftly into the structure, like Harvey’s real-life assassination tape as a narration device.<br /><br />HEART: My heart goes out to the most egregious snub in this category, Jenny Lumet’s <span style="font-style: italic;">Rachel Getting Married</span>. The use of the wedding preparation as a narrative thrust was sly and the conversations and arguments were spot on. The whole movie had the urgency of a real wedding weekend.<br /><br />ADAPTED SCREENPLAY<br />HEAD: I’m going with <span style="font-style: italic;">Ben Button</span> (Eric Roth), this could be its ‘major’ category reward, if <span style="font-style: italic;">Slumdog</span> goes the distance.<br /><br />HEART: <span style="font-style: italic;">The Dark Knight</span>, Christopher and Jonathan Nolan. ‘Adapting’ doesn’t do them justice. The Nolans were inspired and are inspiring with their dense crime-thriller. It's work that honours their forebearers in two genres; the comic book movie and the crime-caper movie.<br /><br />SUPPORTING ACTOR<br />HEAD/HEART: Heath Ledger, <span style="font-style: italic;">The Dark Knight</span>. The Joker is a villain for the ages. He made me wonder what his history was as much as what he was going to do next.<br /><br />SUPPORTING ACTRESS<br />HEAD: Viola Davis, <span style="font-style: italic;">Doubt</span>. I hear she’s brilliant. This is <span style="font-style: italic;">Doubt</span>’s reward for the night.<br /><br />HEART: Penelope Cruz, <span style="font-style: italic;">Vicky Christina Barcelona</span>. Whether it’s a tragic depiction of mental illness or a comedic portrayal of a self-absorbed nutjob really depends on what scene you are watching. Cruz gets it because both interpretations are remarkably facets of the same person.<br /><br />ACTOR<br />HEAD: Mickey Rourke, <span style="font-style: italic;">The Wrestler</span>. How can they not? Rourke gave one of the best performances and has the best story of the year.<br /><br />HEART: Richard Jenkins,<span style="font-style: italic;"> The Visitor</span>. The smallest gestures he made invested you wholly in his transformation throughout the movie.<br /><br />ACTRESS<br />HEAD: Kate Winslet, <span style="font-style: italic;">The Reader</span>. She’s earned it, like she’s earned it with every nomination, and <span style="font-style: italic;">The Reader</span> is good enough.<br /><br />HEART: Melissa Leo, <span style="font-style: italic;">Frozen River</span>. I loved how Leo’s performance made you want Ray to do the right thing in the end as much as want what’s best for her and her family.<br /><br />DIRECTOR/PICTURE<br />HEAD: Danny Boyle, <span style="font-style: italic;">Slumdog Millionaire</span>. Whatever.<br /><br />HEART: Christopher Nolan, <span style="font-style: italic;">The Dark Knight</span>. Hollywood finally succeeds in making an artistically and commercially successful picture and they <span style="font-style: italic;">don’t</span> reward it? Movies like these should be made EVERY DAY by Hollywood. When it comes time to reward their hard work, Hollywood deludes itself with the notion that ‘serious’ pictures, like <span style="font-style: italic;">Ben Button</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">The Reader</span>, or uplifting pictures, like <span style="font-style: italic;">Slumdog</span>, are what constitute ‘award worthy’ movies. <span style="font-style: italic;">Dark Knight</span> is a serious achievement and should be celebrated as such.Hillary Titleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15127855607804503096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396461315918991135.post-4809640081056210702009-01-22T19:13:00.000-08:002009-01-23T11:18:00.475-08:00CODSWALLOP!I stopped my workout this morning to sit in the ladies locker room and watch the Oscar noms be read out this morning and, after it was all over, I was distracted from my quest for Michelle Obama arms (Yes, I know she went to Princeton and Harvard!) by my confusion about the love for <span style="font-style: italic;">Slumdog Millionaire</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Ben Button</span> while my rage at <span style="font-style: italic;">Dark Knight</span>'s egregious snub fueled my treadmill run. It is like The Academy has forgot every thing it learned last year with the Coen's brutal <span style="font-style: italic;">No Country</span>... and proven itself to be truly short-sighted , with a weak stomach for dismay, angst and uncertainty. <span style="font-style: italic;">Slumdog</span>'s pat, insipid good-for-nothing seven-11 slurpee gets tossed down our gullets (with me the only person suffering from brain freeze, aparently) while <span style="font-style: italic;">The Dark Knight</span>'s complex, ambitious good-for-you veggie platter gets left to rot on the kitchen counter. Well, you know what? I like my veggies, damn it! I like my veggies with a dip of anarchy, hopelessness and painful humiliation! I am revealing far too much about my own dark recesses of the sould with this metaphor and not enough about my taste in movies, which I prefer to be dreary and morose, thankyouverymuch. Moving on...<br /><br />I dutifully printed out my ballot and ticked off all the movies I have seen and taped it to my<br />fridge, where it will stay until the Best Picture winner is read. It is a work in progress, with many movies in the major catagories left to see (<span style="font-style: italic;">Doubt, Frost/Nixon</span>) and more nominees to tick of as having viewed. Even though I am nonplussed about the noms, I cannot and will not<br />shake the hype surrounding them. My palms get sweaty carrying home my Vanity Fair 'Hollywood' issue, I skip to the mailbox to collect Entertainment Weekly's Oscar issue, I lovingly highlight the nominees I will be cheering for on the big night. I never enter any Oscar pools because I always choose with my heart rather than my head and, therefore, always loose. I say that sincerely. I'm excited. I'm excited for winners to get emotional, for Hugh Jackman to dance, dance, dance! I'm excited to be in the bosom of kith and kin, shouting at the TV, eating greasy food. I'm excited to appear in a state of dress and grooming that is in direct purportion to the ladies I am saying catty things about. I'm excited...<br />Anyways, my other stray thoughts:<br />*The technical awards always tickle me in that movies like <span style="font-style: italic;">Wanted</span> are magically transformed into (Cinderella-like) The Academy-Award nominated <span style="font-style: italic;">Wanted</span>. I wish the producers would let the winners from these categories thank their wives for a change.<br />*No screenplay, direction or supporting actress for <span style="font-style: italic;">Rachel Getting Married</span>. It deserved more than just Hathaway. Incidentally, the pjs I will be wearing on Oscar night are labeled 'Lady Hathaways'. Foreshadowing? Will they be trumped by someone's 'Dame Winslet' bedroom attire?<br />*Micheal Shannon? Who the hell is Micheal Shannon? Somewhere, Michael Sheen went from the highest mountain top to the deepest valley when Micheal Shannon's name was read.<br />*I only need to see <span style="font-style: italic;">Frost/Nixon</span> and I have seen all five nominees. I was resigned to <span style="font-style: italic;">Slumdog</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Ben Button</span> making it to the final five, but I would have rather seen <span style="font-style: italic;">Rachel Getting Married, The Wrestler</span>, or <span style="font-style: italic;">The Dark Knight</span> (especially) as the fifth cylon, oops, I mean nomination rather than T<span style="font-style: italic;">he</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> Reader</span>. <span style="font-style: italic;">Reader</span> was good, but not outstanding. Same goes for the directing category and the lame cylon joke works a little better there. ('I'd rather see Jonathan Demme as the fith cylon?' Get it?)<br />*The Globe for Kate for Supporting for <span style="font-style: italic;">The Reader</span> was asinine. SHE HAS TOP BILLING IN THE DAMN MOVIE! This nom is more appropriate.<br />*Finally, what I loved: Melissa Leo: Yay! <span style="font-style: italic;">Frozen River</span> is excellent - ulcer inducing, but excellent. (Caught it at the Fest in the fall) Some love for her costar, Misty Upham, would have been nice. Leo has had a varied and busy career since <span style="font-style: italic;">Homicide: Life on the Streets</span> and it is nice when a working character actor gets love. Same goes for Richard Jenkins! These two don't have to win at this point. I am just thrilled they made it this far.<br />*There are only three Best Original Song nominees this year and TWO are from Slumdog! The indignity of snubbing the boss! It is shit like this that makes me HATE Slumdog, not just be irritated by it. Again, Slumdog (CRUMdog PILLionaire?) is the slurpee that is being shoved down my gullett and I have brain freeze.Hillary Titleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15127855607804503096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396461315918991135.post-89486906818323629702009-01-13T18:06:00.001-08:002009-01-13T18:21:10.396-08:00Welcome back, Mulder...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsIZKX8mJhI/SW1I3Ry-vQI/AAAAAAAAABs/VBwRb4ahei8/s1600-h/RSE-000053.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsIZKX8mJhI/SW1I3Ry-vQI/AAAAAAAAABs/VBwRb4ahei8/s320/RSE-000053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290965251737435394" border="0" /></a>Rehab did you well. Compare with pre-rehab, X-Files: IWTB premier:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsIZKX8mJhI/SW1Jp_nWM2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Pq1O2ZBNSlU/s1600-h/david_duchovny_5168211.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsIZKX8mJhI/SW1Jp_nWM2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Pq1O2ZBNSlU/s320/david_duchovny_5168211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290966123030131554" border="0" /></a>I wish you continued good health... my eyes cannot take it otherwise. Welcome back, Mulder, you bastard.<br /><br />Anyways....<br /><br />I taught my self to crochet last fall and have enjoyed most the satisfaction of planning, budgeting, carrying out and completing projects. So far, I’ve completed 2.5 original projects: 2 dishcloths, a scarf from a pattern, and a scarf adapted from a pattern. The last one is getting there… I completed it only to realize that the ‘contrast’ between two yarns was non-existent and a couple of the rows just looked plain ‘weird.’ Anyways, the best advice came from a cashier at Chapters. When I was buying a crochet magazine, we got to talking shop and when I told her that the scarf I was crocheting for my boyfriend turned out ‘weird,’ she told me, “I doesn’t matter what it looks like so long as he wears it!” True enough, but I have a good strategy to not make it look weird any more.<br /><br />Anyways, my goal is become handy enough to be able to come up with quick and pretty presies for family and friends and to hand-stitch some cute sweaters for myself to schlep around in. Oh yeah, and to apply my skills in ‘deconstructing’ the corporate co-option of fashion, creativity and clothing by ‘adapting’ their designs into personal projects. <br /><br />If this little endeavor keeps me out of the mall, then I’ll be happy. Next hobby is making my own clothes and more huge start-up costs. ‘Huge’ is an exaggeration. The hooks and the yarn were not that outrageous – some were, in fact, Christmas gifts – but, after spending approximately $14 on two new skeins of wool for my boyfriend’s scarf, I realized that it might have been cheaper to just go out and buy a new scarf. Oh well, the project has yielded so significant left-over wool that I can use for something else and I got to use up the remaining wool from a previous project so it works out.<br /><br />My relief is that I am starting <span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> finishing things. When Nana taught me to knit when I was a little girl I didn’t have the patience to follow through with my practice.Hillary Titleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15127855607804503096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396461315918991135.post-11964669272475282352009-01-07T09:13:00.000-08:002009-01-09T06:39:31.990-08:00The Norbit EffectAt the movies this past weekend, the trailer for Anne Hathaway’s new venture, <span style="font-style: italic;">Bride Wars</span>, appeared. It being January, the appearance of a trailer for a lugubrious romantic comedy is not uncommon - January is a storied dumping ground for films with a tired, witless marriage plot – but <span style="font-style: italic;">Bride Wars</span> coincides with Hathaway’s (and Hathaway’s ‘people's’) push for the actress’ first Oscar nomination for <span style="font-style: italic;">Rachel Getting Married</span>. <span style="font-style: italic;">Norbit </span>Redux? <br /> It may just be an urban legend, but if the fact that <span style="font-style: italic;">Norbit</span>’s February 2007 release during the middle of Eddie Murphy’s campaign for a Supporting Actor Oscar for <span style="font-style: italic;">Dreamgirls</span> and his subsequent loss is simply a coincidence, then the significance of the three following events is certainly hard to shake: in a few months, Murphy went from cinematic high with his turn in <span style="font-style: italic;">Dreamgirls</span>, to lowest common denominator with <span style="font-style: italic;">Norbit</span>, to loosing out to Alan Arkin on the Best Supporting Actor race. Did the nauseating ad campaign for <span style="font-style: italic;">Norbit</span>, where a nebbish-looking nerd gets catches the eye of a grotesque giantess and Murphy plays both parts, damage Murphy’s credibility as a dramatic actor in the eyes of Academy voters? Will the <span style="font-style: italic;">Norbit </span>Effect adversely affect Hathaway’s chances for a Best Actress trophy? Do I have anything to back this up?<br /> Some examples:<br /><ul><li>Could the early-January 2007 DVD release of <span style="font-style: italic;">Bandidas</span>, where Penelope Curz and Salma Hayek play hot bank-robbin’ mamas, rob Cruz’s chances of a Best Actress Oscar for <span style="font-style: italic;">Volver</span>?</li></ul><ul><li>Mark Wahlberg became the only acting nominee of the ensemble cast of <span style="font-style: italic;">The Departed</span> for his scene-stealing performance. Did early advertising for March 2007’s banal <span style="font-style: italic;">Shooter</span> depart the Best Supporting Actor Oscar from him? </li></ul><ul><li>Did Natalie Portman loose the Best Supporting Actres Oscar for <span style="font-style: italic;">Closer</span> as revenge for the feeling of exhaustion with the <span style="font-style: italic;">Star Wars </span>franchise and a lack of confidence for the final offering, summer 2005’s <span style="font-style: italic;">The Revenge of the Sith</span>?</li></ul><br /> The prospect of <span style="font-style: italic;">Bride Wars</span> would be insufferable if it were released any old time of the year, but the screeching sounds and dismal images emanating from the trailer cast a pall over what has been a period of revelation for audiences regarding Hathaway. To see her reverting into some harridan beast-bride is dispiriting. (Isn’t the female stereotype of ‘bridezillia’ just mind-boggling and disheartening in general?)<br /> The <span style="font-style: italic;">Norbit</span> Effect is by no means a quantified phenomenon like the Bradley Effect – the Academy does not do advance polling so determining sentiment in the lead-up to the ballot deadline for any category is not objectively possible. <span style="font-style: italic;">Bride Wars</span> does not necessarily mean the death knell for Hathaway’s Oscar chances, but if she comes up short on the 22nd of February, it could be taken as proof that her work in <span style="font-style: italic;">Rachel Getting Married</span> was the exception rather than the rule, unfairly disqualifying for the less-offensive films she is capable of doing.<br /><br />Epilogue: Friday, 9 January: Richard Crouse, Canada AM's film critic, mentioned The Norbit Effect when discussing the timing of Bride Wars and Hathaway's Oscar chances. If a guy who pomades his hair talked about it on the television machine, then I can't be crazy.Hillary Titleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15127855607804503096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396461315918991135.post-29329619258113555432009-01-01T13:53:00.000-08:002009-01-03T10:27:02.817-08:00The Last Word...With <span style="font-style: italic;">The X-Files: I Want to Believe</span> making an appearance on certain critics’ ‘worst of’ lists – critics like <span style="font-style: italic;">Canada AM</span>’s usually amiable Richard Crouse and Aint it Cool’s Capone – and the new three-disk DVD neatly filed away on my shelf, I thought it was high time to offer my final word on the film. Critic and my pal Carsten Knox articulated the best reason for <span style="font-style: italic;">X-Files’</span> inclusion among the worst of 2008: the possibility of rebooting the franchise was so tantalizing, and the bar set by the original, early episodes of the TV series was so high that the inevitable end result of <span style="font-style: italic;">I Want to Believe</span> was a crushing disappointment. Chris Carter and co. squandered a great opportunity.<br /><br />What were my first thoughts as the credits rolled on July 25th 2008? I think I said out lout, ‘What? Is that it?’ That fact that what I saw looked like a later season episode (with due diligence given to the Mulder/Scully relationship as a distraction from stale storytelling) made the experience feel like at once a crushing disappointment and minimally satisfactory. Not the worst time spent watching <span style="font-style: italic;">The X-Files</span>, but certainly not the best.<br /><br />During the later seasons (seven to nine), I blamed Carter and producer Frank Spotnitz for being so blind that they didn’t realize the desperate need for earth-shattering change in the arc of the series. Even with the addition of new, somewhat likable (in the case of Robert Patrick’s John Doggett) characters, the dynamic never overcame the malaise of the post-<span style="font-style: italic;">Fight the Future</span> hangover. Artistically speaking, there never should have been a season eight or a season nine – hell, I’d opt to dump season seven if not for the gut-busting <span style="font-style: italic;">Cops/X-Files</span> mash-up ‘X-Cops.’<br /><br />So with so many people turned off by the musty smell emanating from the series, the proposed film series should have been the perfect opportunity to bring fans back into the fold and get <span style="font-style: italic;">The X-Files</span> back at the forefront of pop culture conversation.<br /> How could this have been done? A few suggestions:<br /><ul><li>New blood: Perhaps scripting or directing should have been handed over to a filmmaker or screenwriter outside <span style="font-style: italic;">The X-Files</span> fold. Audiences needed to be reminded of why <span style="font-style: italic;">The X-Files</span> was worth watching, but Carter and Spotnitz seem oblivious to this. An outside voice may have worked harder to appeal to more people.</li></ul><ul><li>Old dog, new tricks: Scripting or directing duties could have been given to someone in the fold who had some success producing the better episodes of the series. Maybe David Duchovney could have been given the reigns or <span style="font-style: italic;">Fight the Future</span>’s Rob Bowman could have returned for the second feature. Maybe Vince Gilligan or (if there was a God) Darin ‘Clyde Bruckman’s Final Repose’ Morgan could have kicked the script around.</li></ul><ul><li>Let it die: In the darkest recesses of my soul, I think this movie was never meant to be. <span style="font-style: italic;">The X-Files</span> could have remained dormant for a few more years and allowed for a wave of nostalgia to bring it back to consciousness, therefore remembering the series as it was, and not the limp specimen it became.</li></ul> The deleted scenes on the DVD of <span style="font-style: italic;">I Want to Believe </span>add nothing substantial to the film – they are, in typical <span style="font-style: italic;">X-Files</span>-women-distrusting fashion, a scene of Scully crying and a scene of Amanda Peet dying – and the featurettes betray nothing revelatory about the film. A 90-minute documentary (90 minutes!) on the second disk goes into the joy of working in Vancouver again with most of the original TV crew and the crew’s satisfaction at keeping the filming a big secret from the prying eyes of press and spoiler-prone bloggers. Big frakin’ deal. Maybe if more people had known about the film and what it was about, then maybe more people would have been inclined to see it. <span style="font-style: italic;">The X-Files</span> movie was not harbouring the secret of the last cylon or knew where Ben moved the island – you know, spoilers we actually care about! Carter and Spotnitz’s insistence on total secrecy is indicative of their delusion that the show is as relevant as ever, which, in and of itself is why they made no effort to spruce up their venture.<br /><br />It was the episode 'The Erlenmeyer Flask' and the scene where Mulder happens upon a storage locker filled with tanks containing bodies in suspended animation that first caught my attention and hooked me onto the show. No such striking images were present in <span style="font-style: italic;">I Want to Believe</span>, which is one issue, but the problem with the film is the profound difference of opinion between the producers of the show and the audience as to what the thrust of <span style="font-style: italic;">The X-Files</span> was: Chris Carter’s ‘search for God’ vs. two lives (Mulder and Scully’s) on hold while pursuing unexplained phenomena. I wonder what a movie that took the fan’s point of view might have looked like.Hillary Titleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15127855607804503096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396461315918991135.post-16873735567410030342008-08-06T19:01:00.000-07:002008-08-06T19:03:37.946-07:00This Damn Review is Finally Done!It's no surprise that The X-Files: I Want to Believe poses more questions than it answers and disappoints as much as it satisfies. It raises pertinent questions like, Can a lady really be considered 'alive' when her severed torso is attached to someone else's head? Just what are Mulder and Scully's living arrangements? Why would Scully tell Mulder about the FBI's need for his assistance if she only wants him to not get heavily involved? This is the brother of Samantha Mulder we are talking about! Does Scully not know her own boyfriend? And what the hell kind of name is Dakota Whitney? Was Jennifer Whitney taken?, without fully answering them which in The X-Files world is as tantalizing as it is frustrating and, indeed, IWTB has as many elements that are engrossing (Mulder and Scully!) as elements that are superfluous and dull (Dakota Whitney and Agent Drummy).<br /> The x-file, itself, is egregiously thin. It is a convoluted mess of organ transporters, abducted women, Russian medical experiments, gay lovers, psychics, pedophile priests, yada, yada, yada. While the premise is X-File-y enough - women being targeted for their O-type blood tissue; a man with a psychic connection - the plot is never developed to the point of inspiring dread for the victim or confidence in the investigators. <br /> After agent Monica Bannan is brutally abducted in the teaser, there is never any clue for the audience that she might be in real danger because we have little idea about what her captors could be up to. Classic X-teasers inspire dread by showing us without explaining what the bad guys are up to; the Peacocks bury an infant; Donnie Phaster cuts the hair of a dead girl; Clyde Bruckman foretells a young couple's death. The shock of the teaser makes us want Mulder and Scully to right all the wrongs. IWTB's teaser is so generic the CSI guys could just as easily swoop in.<br /> Father Joe, Billy Connolly in a game performance, cold-calls the FBI with news that he has a 'psychic connection' to the abducted agent. Since Dakota Whitney, of the FBI and leading the charge to find the agent, has no reason not to believe him, she decides to call in Mulder (“out from the cold” as Roger Ebert put it) to draw information out of Joe. Father Joe also happens to be a convicted pedophile which is enough to compromise his credibility for everybody (including Scully) except Mulder, naturally.<br /> I always found with The X-Files that my willingness to see Mulder's point of view was to show how hard he had to work to convince everybody around him (again, including Scully) that what he was talking about was plausible. In early episodes, when Scully was having none of it, Mulder had to work pretty damn hard. Remember 'Squeeze'? Scully got a glimpse of the career she was missing out on by working on the X-Files when violent crimes invites her to help them solve the Toombs murders. When Mulder makes the scene and instantly knows Toombs's deal, he has to convince Scully of the veracity of the X-file, not just her shrill colleagues. (One of which is played by Donal Loague!)<br /> In IWTB, Whitney is out of options and clearly has the hots for Mulder (‘I think this is a longer conversation.’ She suffers eventually) so the struggle for Mulder to convince everybody isn't there. Carter also fails his own lead character when he never shows on film that Father Joe is, in fact, the real deal. At the end of the film Mulder is left to prattle away about how Joe redeemed himself by giving up his life just as one of the victims was having hers restored. Carter should have proven the connection on film with cuts between Joe dying, the villain dying and the victim coming back to life because, as it happens in the finished film, Mulder just looks like a kook.<br /> As tertiary characters go, Dakota Whitney (Amanda Peet) and Agent Drummy (Xzibit) are the outer limits. Peet and Xzibit mean so little to the plot and are so uninteresting compared to Mulder and Scully, it is a shame that production shelled out for name actors when nobodies would have sufficed. Not that Peet and Xzibit are terrible; it is just that Whitney and Drummy have no depth. Whitney's crush on Mulder comes off as more pathetic than endearing and when she meets her maker, we feel nothing other than that she had it coming for calling Mulder 'Fox' only seconds before. <br />Carter and Spotniz miss an opportunity to make a foil team for Mulder and Scully; one that is by-the-book and results oriented where our heroes are improvisational and focused on a more undefined yet larger goal. As it happens in the movie, Father Joe, Mulder and Scully all come to the end of their stories with no help from these two.<br /> It is Mulder and Scully's relationship that is the heart beat of the film, but, while Carter indicates that they are clearly a couple, fails to brief us on the progress their relationship has made since we last saw them. Scully tells Drummy that "Fox Mulder and I no longer work together" but, in a later scene, she shares a big cozy-looking bed with him so these two must be doing something together. Confusion further reigns in Scully's two scenes at the house Mulder has holed himself up in - she does not so much as take off her coat to make her look like she might live there yet she insists, in one of the two touching scenes where our heroes talk frankly about their relationship, "We are two people now, who come home at night." <br /> Plot holes aside, Duchovny and Anderson inhabit these roles so fully that they manage to create an affecting mini-drama about how two very obsessive people attempt to make a life together. When Scully says "We are two people now..." it is only one side of the story. She is through with their former life and when Mulder counters with "this is who I am, this is what I do" their impasse stings. Duchovny and Anderson deserve significant credit for infusing their scenes together with a lived-in and fond intimacy without sacrificing the restrained quality of their exchanges; i.e. what made the series great. The juxtaposition of what is professional and buttoned up with what is clearly love is what made their pairing so tantalizing and it isn't lost here.<br /> IWTB isn't great nor is it terrible but if this is the best that Carter and Co. can do with The X-Files then I am ready to let go of my desire for a sequel. I just don’t know what Chris Carter is talking about anymore. Carter says, in the July 2008 issue of Rue Morgue, “I came to think of The X-Files as a kind of search for God – that was a very personal thing that I wasn’t even aware that I was doing,” and the Aug. 1 issue of Entertainment Weekly quotes Carter as saying science has become “a religion of sorts.” Indeed, IWTB is chock full tests of faith for characters but they never come off as particularly resonating. I always had the feeling that the more spiritual elements of the later seasons were an attempt by the writers to create some meaning and gravity for the unruly mythology not just for the audience but for themselves so that the writers would have a course to steer it on and the audience would not turn away in frustration. As we all know, it didn’t work out and the ambivalence I felt towards the show’s spiritual themes crept into my experience with IWTB. <br />I always wanted to believe that The X-Files was about questions of where to put your trust and what and who to have faith in. Mulder and Scully learn to trust and to put their faith in each other and it is all they can depend on in the end. This is a profound lesson for two people who spent nine-ish years (or up until the point William was conceived) denying themselves some simple happiness and stability in favour of working towards some nebulous goal. This conception of The X-Files is decidedly a bit more down to Earth than Carter’s notions of what The X-Files is about but I believe it is one that still has room for grand issues like governmental conspiracies and alien invasion. Carter’s notion of Mulder and Scully’s quest being one for God does not help them much when the proverbial shit hits the fan. IWTB, while making the Mulder/Scully struggle prominent, still features too much of Carter’s over-blown notions of faith/religion/God/whatever – notions that don’t fit into with what I like to think of The X-Files as being. And, I guess, this is where I have to part ways with Mr. Carter though I wish him well. After 15 years or so, neither one of us are enjoying the same show anymore.Hillary Titleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15127855607804503096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396461315918991135.post-68073276752485312212008-07-14T18:05:00.000-07:002008-12-10T21:03:34.299-08:00You Gotta Eat A Breakfast Marge<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsIZKX8mJhI/SHv4qvKDp7I/AAAAAAAAABI/GFDt8HL0saE/s1600-h/THEFARGO.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223041605963065266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsIZKX8mJhI/SHv4qvKDp7I/AAAAAAAAABI/GFDt8HL0saE/s320/THEFARGO.jpg" border="0" /></a> I call Amanda Peet's look "The Fargo."<br /><div></div>Hillary Titleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15127855607804503096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396461315918991135.post-38603123760562755772008-01-24T11:08:00.000-08:002008-12-10T21:03:35.008-08:00Publicity!<div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div>Woo Hoo! A plethora of Mulder and Scully images hit the web showing them hard at work:</div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159123108708093794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsIZKX8mJhI/R5jjIhcOD2I/AAAAAAAAAAo/MC78C09Or38/s320/photo_01_hires.jpg" border="0" /> Scully's mouth looks very seductive.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159123482370248562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsIZKX8mJhI/R5jjeRcOD3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/0QopjSduR2A/s320/photo_02_hires.jpg" border="0" />The following photo caused a stir of excitement amongst my friend and fellow X-phile Kate.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159128271258783634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsIZKX8mJhI/R5jn1BcOD5I/AAAAAAAAABA/hqbKQNB2OPo/s320/hr_X-Files_2_photo_3.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p>Kate: look at mulder's left <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsIZKX8mJhI/R5jnhRcOD4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/iuftMWaHpDk/s1600-h/hr_X-Files_2_photo_3.jpg"></a>hand....EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!</p><p>Hillary: I see it to!EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!</p><p>Kate: I know! however,as I continue to surf the interweb, i read that those shots areposed, and that David Duchovny and Tea Leone have tattoos of rings intead ofactual bands. How Pam and Tommy...So thats actually his tattoo and has nothing to do with the movie. Blarg.</p><p>Hillary: Dammit. When you sent me the shot I started jumping up and down and then I remembered that I am 23 years old.<br /></p><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Hillary Titleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15127855607804503096noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396461315918991135.post-43155704139436424332008-01-17T11:29:00.000-08:002008-12-10T21:03:35.212-08:00It's because I created a 'blog' isn't itWell, I went to the trouble of creating a blog to bitch and moan about the state of X-Files 2 leaks, or lack thereof, and then this hits the web - and by 'hit' I mean a little side-bar diversion, link-thingie on CHUD.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156530859086319186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsIZKX8mJhI/R4-tfvEuDlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/c7ixBxrIja0/s320/xfiles2mulderscully.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>Dammit, I am excited though. You know what has concerned me the most since the joyous announcement of the birth of a new movie - the state of Gillian Anderson's hair colour. Anderson has been a blond since the end of the show, I honestly expected for her to be blond here. It would have made perfect sense; they are on the lam; she would need a disguise!</p><p>Like the last set of photos, this one reveals more of the plot mechanics than I expect Christ Carter or the Fox publicity wizzes would have wanted:</p><p>Mulder drags Scully to some quarded off/ forbidden/ restricted access/ military base/ facility/ FBI headquarters/ hallway in Vancouver for her skeptical/ scientic/ medical opinion - which he will mostly disregard anyways. As they are leaving -or entering?- Scully tells him he is crazy because of this, that and that other thing. Mulder pretends he is listening by leaning in close to hear her voice but actually to sniff her hair - which smells like strawberries.</p><p>I love Scully's coat.</p><p><br /> </p>Hillary Titleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15127855607804503096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396461315918991135.post-27279101130439081012008-01-16T13:20:00.000-08:002008-12-10T21:03:35.490-08:00Is this all the truth we get?Ho Hum. It has been more than a month since photos from the set of the new X-Files movie, currently filming in Vancouver appeared on the web.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A picture is worth a thousand words but, in this case, it is worth the entire first act of the movie:<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156190555942555202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsIZKX8mJhI/R453_fEuDkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4z-3OrCxsNQ/s320/xfile3-thumb-330x483.jpg" border="0" /><br />(Courtesy of flynetonline (obviously). They have plenty more.)<br /><br />Lemme guess - Mulder approaches some lady agent, played by Amanda Peet, and tells her some crazy-ass story that, the <em>nerve </em>of her, she does not believe but lo-and-behold, something happens that requires Mulder and Agent Peet to run like hell and, more or less, proves Mulder right. Amanda Peet (and rapper Xzibit who, judging from the other photos I have seen, looks good in a suit) would be crazy not to follow him (and hopefully Scully) now!<br /><br />Somehow Gillian Anderson and Billy Connolly and Callum Keith Rennie fit into all of this. Maybe their photos will turn up later.Hillary Titleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15127855607804503096noreply@blogger.com0