Friday, February 28, 2025

Hey Kids! Funtime 2024 Oscar® Predictions!


T
he world has been on fire lately, but the 97th Academy Awards® is still going down this Sunday night so I’m still going to make my predictions. I’ve been busy finishing a big book project so I haven’t been film babbling much lately (I said the same thing last year), but I’ve seen nine of the ten Best Picture nominees (I'M STILL HERE is the one I haven’t caught up with yet), and a lot of the other films that got nods so I think I’m fairly good to go.

The few things that I can safely predict is that I’m going to be really pissed off if EMILIA PÉREZ wins anything, which is sure to happen because it got 13 f-in’ nominations, and that Conan O’Brien is going to be really funny as the first-time host of the big show. Otherwise this is such a crap shoot that I bet I’ll get more wrong on the following predictions than ever before.

So here are my highly anticipated, not-thrown-together-at-the-last-minute predictions:

1. BEST PICTURE: ANORA


This is a f-in excellent movie, and it looks like the odds are in its favor, so this is definitely the voting with my heart year for me.

2. BEST DIRECTOR: Sean Baker, ANORA

3. BEST ACTOR:
Timothée Chalamet, A COMPLETE UNKNOWN



Adrien Brody is who everyone’s predicting will take home the award, but I’m going with the wild card, because it was my favorite performance of 2024 (and my favorite film too), and I don’t care if I’m wrong. I did admire Brody in THE BRUTALIST, and he’s won everything except the SAG that Chalamet won last weekend, so he’ll probably win, but I’m still pulling for Timmy as Zimmy.

4. BEST ACTRESS: Demi Moore, THE SUBSTANCE. I hated the movie, but she did a good job, and it just seems like her time.

5. BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR: Kieran Culkin, A REAL PAIN



This feels like a given too, as Culkin nails his portrayal of a particular kind of guy that I bet we’ve all known some version of. Otherwise I’ll be happy if Edward Norton wins for his excellent turn as Pete Seeger in A COMPLETE UNKNOWN, because it’s crazy he’s never won one before.

6. BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS: Isabella Rossellini, CONCLAVE



Please don’t let it be Zoe Saldaña for EMILIA PÉREZ! Please don’t let it be Zoe Saldaña for EMILIA PÉREZ!!!!

7. PRODUCTION DESIGN: WICKED, Nathan Crowley, Lee Sandales

8. CINEMATOGRAPHY: THE BRUTALIST, Lol Crawley

9. COSTUME DESIGN: WICKED, Paul Tazewell

10. DOCUMENTARY FEATURE: NO OTHER LAND

11. DOCUMENTARY SHORT: I AM READY, WARDEN

12. FILM EDITING: CONCLAVE, Nick Emerson

13. MAKEUP AND HAIRSTYLING: THE SUBSTANCE

14. VISUAL EFFECTS: DUNE: PART TWO

15. ORIGINAL SCORE: THE BRUTALIST, Daniel Blumberg

16. ORIGINAL SONG: “The Journey” from THE SIX TRIPLE EIGHT, Diane Warren

17. ANIMATED SHORT: YUCK!

18. LIVE ACTION SHORT: THE MAN WHO COULD NOT REMAIN SILENT

19. SOUND: DUNE: PART TWO

20. ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY: A REAL PAIN, Jesse Eisenberg

21. ADAPTED SCREENPLAY: CONCLAVE, Peter Straughan

22. ANIMATED FEATURE FILM: THE WILD ROBOT

23. BEST INTERNATIONAL FILM: I’M STILL HERE

Did I mention I don’t want EMILIA PÉREZ to win anything? I know, I know, with 13 noms, it's probably going to take home some gold, but Im still gonna dream.

As I always say, tune in on Monday to see how many I got wrong.

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Saturday, January 18, 2025

A Film Babble Blog Retrospective: David Lynch In Three Films

The passing of one of my all-time favorite filmmakers, David Lynch (January 20, 1946-January 15, 2025), made me go back to the reviews I’ve written of his work over the years for Film Babble. In the almost 21 years that I’ve had this blog, I posted about three of the ten theatrical releases he made from 1977-2006: ERASERHEAD, MULHOLLAND DRIVE, and INLAND EMPIRE. These were interesting for me to revisit, as I had forgotten some details like I wrote that I had a “love/WTF? relationship with the films of Lynch,” and that one of my first dates with my ex-wife was a midnight show of ERASERHEAD, so I thought I’d gather the reviews for this tribute post.


My first review is from that midnight movie screening that was at the Colony Theater (sadly closed in 2015) in Raleigh, North Carolina as part of their Cool Classics series in the summer of 2008. 


I was mounting a series that didn’t go on very long called “Hey, I finally saw…” where I blogged about seeing a classic film for the first time, and before that night, I’d never seen Lynch’s mesmerizing debut ERASERHEAD in full (I think I saw parts of it in the ‘80s on cable, but I’m not sure). Here’s how it went down (click on the title to read the post):


Hey, I Finally Saw ERASERHEAD (August 8, 2008)


Later that year, the North Carolina Museum of Art presented a screening of Lynch’s ninth film, 2001’s MULHOLLAND DRIVE, which my then girlfriend, and I attended. I had seen the movie before, but only when it was released on DVD in 2002, so it was great to see it on the big screen in the museum’s auditorium. 



The film was introduced by a great local film critic, INDY Week writer/editor David Fellerath, who I quote the in the piece, which amuses me because like with ERASERHEAD, I was trying to figure it out. I also am amused by something I had forgotten, the confused reaction of one of the attendees at the end of the movie. I believe it’s worth the read:

Seven Years Later, Does MULHOLLAND DRIVE Make Any More Sense? (October 28, 2008)

Lastly, I go back further in time (just a  year earlier) to my first review of a Lynch film, his last feature-length production, INLAND EMPIRE, which came out in late 2006. 



I viewed, and reviewed the DVD when it was released in 2007, and I enjoyed re-reading, and re-living my thoughts on the bizarre film (I know, they’re all bizarre). I had forgotten the line “One can not casually watch INLAND EMPIRE - that would be like casually visiting somebody in prison.” Read the rest:

INLAND EMPIRE Burlesque (September 4, 2007)


So that’s what I had to say in the past (the 2000s) about three of Lynch’s films. I’m definitely going to revisit his work in the weeks to come, and may post some new re-evaluations here. As for the rest of the master’s movies, I saw THE ELEPHANT MAN and DUNE on cable, but was too young to appreciate them as Lynch works. It was BLUE VELVET (1986) on VHS in the late ‘80s that blew me away, and made me a fan. The others that followed, I saw mostly on home video, but did see a Cool Classics showing of WILD AT HEART at the Colony in 2012.

The Carolina Theatre in Durham, NC, is hosting a free screening of BLUE VELVET as part of their Retro Film Series next Tuesday, January 21, at 7pm, which I might attend, and I’m sure there’ll be a number of other showings of Lynch films in the area in the months, and years to come.


In the mean-time, I posted this handy guide on Facebook, and  it’s worth re-posting:



R.I.P. David Lynch


 

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Tuesday, December 24, 2024

A COMPLETE UNKNOWN: The Year’s Best Film Is A Humble Asterisk On The Legend of Bob Dylan

Opening everywhere on Christmas Day:

A COMPLETE UNKNOWN
(Dir. James Mangold, 2024)

I’ve long lived with the legend of how a baby-faced Bob Dylan with not much more than a guitar on his back, hitchhiked his way to New York to begin his revolutionary, controversial career so it was initially surreal to see this film so vividly bringing it all to life. It starts in early 1961 with a scruffy Timothée Chalamet as a 19-year old Dylan hitching a ride into New York City, where upon landing in Greenwich Village, he learns from folk singer Dave Von Ronk (Michael Chernus) that his idol, Woody Guthrie, is in Greystone Hospital in New Jersey.

 

Chalamet’s Dylan catches a cab to Greystone where he meets another notable folk icon, Pete Seeger, greatly portrayed with gentle gravitas by Edward Norton, at the bedside of an ailing, non verbal Guthrie (Scoot McNairy). After some introductions, and banter in which Guthrie gives Dylan a card that reads, ‘I AIN’T DEAD YET,’ Seeger asks Dylan to play a song, and the shy kid bursts into a riveting rendition of one of the singer/songwriter’s first original compositions that would  grace his first album, “Song to Woody.”

 

It’s a beautiful, lovingly executed opening sequence that got me completely into the narrative’s conceit, but there’s a lot to unpack here because as any Dylan fan worth their salt would tell you, it didn’t really happen that way. It’s highly unlikely that Dylan encountered Van Ronk immediately after coming onto the scene, he definitely didn’t meet Seeger for the first time in Guthrie’s hospital room, and “Song to Woody” was written a bit after the budding artist’s first meeting with Guthrie (funnily enough, the card he gives to Dylan was true). 

 

Thing is, though, none of these details matter in the big picture that is James Mangold’s A COMPLETE UNKNOWN, which was masterfully written by the director and frequent Martin Scorsese collaborator (and a favorite former film critic of mine) Jay Cocks, who rework the facts from Elijah Wood’s excellent book, Dylan Goes Electric! Newport, Seeger, Dylan, and the Night That Split the Sixties into a grand fable, full of amazing music, and presenting its themes of sacred tradition versus progress like an epic thriller. 


It’s a film for the ages that transcends the tropes of musical biopics so effectively that it sets a new standard for the form – I mean, the makers of the Springsteen Nebraska drama starring Jeremey Allen White should really take note.

 

For his part as the mysterious curly-haired troubadour, Chalamet deserves to win *ALL* the awards. The NY-born actor, who grew up a hip hop kid loving Kid Cudi, was originally supposed to take on the role back in 2019, but the project was delayed by the pandemic and the SAG strike, so he was given five years in which, between DUNE installments, to learn to play guitar, blow the harmonica, and, most importantly, how to hone the most famously distinctive voice in all of pop culture. 

 

And, damn it, if the kid didn’t completely nail it all. As a huge Dylan fan who has listened to every available note, seen the man 28 times live, and watched every single minute of film and video I could find of him over the years, I can confidently say Chalamet puts in a knockout performance. Talking about the movie on The View, Norton declared that what Chalamet pulls off is “a titanic act of immersion into a character. Nobody should play Bob Dylan, and he did it.” Amen.

 

The momentum of the movie comes from Dylan’s rise from the folk clubs, where he was revered for such iconic songs as “Blowin’ in the Wind,” to when he outraged the folk purists by plugging in and setting his lyrics to electrified blues, and rock and roll, which, he had long been a fan of – he was as much a disciple of Howlin’ Wolf, Little Richard, and Elvis Presley as he was Guthrie, Seeger, and Leadbelly. So it all comes down to whether or not the newly anointed acoustic protest king was going to go electric with a full band at the Newport Folk Festival in the summer of 1965, essentially giving to the finger to the folk community.

 

Of course, we know what Dylan’s going to do, but the fun and thrill comes from seeing how it goes down, and the Newport finale is stunning, exciting, and yes, electric with Timmy in the zone as Zimmy (Dylan’s real name: Robert Zimmerman) rocking out to recreate the live debut of “Like a Rolling Stone” (and a few other classics) while the festival crowd, and the backstage onlookers (including Seeger who contemplates getting an axe to cut the cables) go nuts over the bard’s new direction, which as the song goes, doesn’t point homeward.


The heavy scenario is intertwined with his romances with Elle Fanning as Sylvie Russo, and Monica Barbaro as Joan Baez, both also coming to a head that fateful day. Fanning’s Slyvie is based on Dylan’s early ‘60s girlfriend Suze Rotolo – the name was changed by Dylan himself (he’s an excutive producer on the film, and consulted on the screenplay), apparently still protective of their relationship – and their courtship is charming, with Fanning putting in heart-string pulling work as she’s alternately infatuated and confused by the gestating genius. Fanning really makes her mark, which is touching as she’s the one non-musical lead in this tune-filled tale.



But as Baez, Barbaro steals every scene she’s in from singing a gorgeous dark club version of “House of the Rising Sun” (like Chalamet, she spent years learning to sing, and play guitar) to her cutting post coital exchange with Dylan - “You’re kind of an asshole, Bob,” (a line so crucial that it made the trailer), and then to her ultimate estimation of her elusive sometime lover, which I won’t spoil. Barbaro's duets with Chalamet, even or especially on a song the real subjects never sang together, “Girl From the North Country,” are all wonderful - I’m looking forward to getting the soundtrack.

 

Norton is also awards-worthy as Dylan’s friend/mentor who is a bit taken aback by the singer’s fast rise into rock stardom. The quiet wisdom of Norton’s Seeger clashes in Dylan’s mind with another older brother type, Johnny Cash, as played by Boyd Holbrook, also bringing his own newly acquired musical chops to the table. It’s a considerably different interpretation of Cash than what Joaquin Phoenix brought to Mangold’s WALK THE LINE (2005), but it’s one that kills in this scenario as it’s this movie’s Man in Black that inspires Dylan to “track some mud on the carpet.”

 

In a recent promotional interview with MTV’s Josh Horowitz, Chalamet said ‘if we can be like a little humble asterisk on the legacy, of, or on the artist that is Bob Dylan, we did a good job.’ Mangold’s A COMPLETE UNKNOWN is more than just a good job, it’s the best movie of 2024. It’s a wonderful, emotional experience that personally has served as a cure for post-election depression, and a reminder that movies and music, when mixed beautifully together, can take us to a place where all feels right in the world. 

 

However, Chalamet is right, it’s a little humble asterisk on the large legend of Dylan, but it’s also a gateway for millions who don’t know the man to really give him a listen. And with the looming threat of darkness coming down, this is when people could most benefit from seeing, and hearing someone stand their ground, follow their muse, and be unafraid of the reaction. Despite all the imminent signs of doom, those kind of ideals AIN’T DEAD YET.


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