The Grouchy Editor

Is it just me, or did bedroom farces — a Hollywood fixture for as long as there’s been a Hollywood — lose some of their appeal when the characters began actually using their bedrooms?  If Doris Day had hopped into the sack with Tony Randall or, more likely, if Rock Hudson had hopped into the sack with Tony Randall, wouldn’t that have put a damper on their pillow talk?

In today’s romantic comedies, there’s no Annette turning green when Frankie shares his surfboard with a blonde, and no Frankie freaking out when Annette smiles at a lifeguard.  Movies don’t ask, “Will she, or won’t she?”  Now they ask, “Did she do it with the whole team, or just with the starting lineup?”

In Tamara Drewe, the title character shares her bed with nearly all of her male co-stars … but gosh darn it, I like the movie, anyway.  That’s because, at heart, the film resembles those old Doris-and-Rock romances — but with a British spin and a bit more wit.

Besides, how can anyone dislike a movie that takes place at a hotbed of glamour, vanity, and repressed lust:  a “writer’s retreat”?

Into this nest of constipated curmudgeons and academic boors bursts Tamara (Gemma Arterton), a local girl drawn back to rural Ewedown after the death of her mother.  Tamara, a one-time ugly duckling nicknamed “Beakie” in her school days, recently underwent rhinoplasty and is quite happy with her new nose.  The local men — all of them — notice much more than Tamara’s nose.  So does a visiting rock star.  And so do two troublemaking teen girls (young Jessica Barden and Charlotte Christie, stealing every scene they appear in).

Loosely based on a graphic novel, which in turn was inspired by Thomas Hardy’s Far from the Madding Crowd, Tamara Drewe also apes the formula of those ’60s Hollywood comedies:  Romance wants to bloom, but misunderstandings and comical obstacles (including those bratty teenage girls) conspire to keep lovers apart.  Everyone behaves badly or stupidly, but we don’t care because they are all so bloody likeable.  Well, most of them are.           Grade:  B+

Director:  Stephen Frears  Cast:  Gemma Arterton, Roger Allam, Bill Camp, Dominic Cooper, Luke Evans, Tamsin Greig, Jessica Barden, Charlotte Christie, James Naughtie, John Bett  Release:  2010

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Well, at least he gave it the old college try.  Ridley Scott, the man who gifted us with the sci-fi classics Alien and Blade Runner, is back at age 74 to see if he can’t make it a triple treat.

Prometheus has most of the requisite ingredients:  top-notch actors, state-of-the-art special effects and, from Scott himself, energetic pacing and some memorable set pieces.  But his movie suffers from that old bugaboo, a lackluster script.

The film contains a surprising amount of recycled, stale material, both from the Alien franchise and from myriad other science-fiction films.  Scott, rather than capitalize on what made his own Alien so good — creepiness, claustrophobia, and characters — instead borrows from its sequel, James Cameron’s Aliens, with its emphasis on action and special effects.  Instead of great Scott, we get so-so Cameron.

When I think back to the original Alien, I think of Sigourney Weaver’s “Ripley” battling both male chauvinism and interstellar horrors.  When I think back to Blade Runner, I think of Rutger Hauer’s replicant, feeling the rain stream down his cheek, smiling wistfully, and saying, “Time … to die.”  There are no such memorable characters or moments in Prometheus.

There are, however, dazzling sets and kick-ass effects.  The $120 million budget and spectacular European scenery are put to good use.

As in the original Alien, this film begins with a small crew on a mission to deep space.  Ancient rock drawings, discovered in a cave on Earth, appear to depict a star map, and so a hybrid crew of scientists and at least one evil corporate-type is dispatched to discover the map’s message.  Or, at least some of them are.  If that sounds familiar, that’s because it is.

The movie does raise intriguing questions.  Did life originate on Earth, or was it brought here?  Do we share DNA with life elsewhere in the universe?  Is “God” benevolent, hostile, or even godlike?

Films like Contact dealt with these issues intelligently.  Expecting Ridley Scott, or anyone, to come up with answers to those questions is, of course, expecting too much.  But I don’t think it’s asking too much to expect a bit more originality from this movie.  Or some characters worth remembering.        Grade:  B

Director:  Ridley Scott   Cast:  Noomi Rapace, Michael Fassbender,  Charlize Theron, Idris Elba, Guy Pearce, Logan Marshall-Green, Sean Harris, Rafe Spall, Emun Elliott, Benedict Wong, Kate Dickie  Release:  2012

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How to Make a Movie That Will Alienate Men

• Your story should be about a woman (Michelle Williams) who is torn between two lovers:  a solid-but-dull husband (Seth Rogen), and an unattached male model– er, “artist” (Luke Kirby), living next door.
• To antagonize the straight males in your audience, make sure that both the husband and the lover boy have annoying and/or ludicrous personal traits, so that we don’t want to identify with either of them.  For example, depict the husband as a man-child who enjoys speaking baby talk to his wife and whose idea of foreplay is similar to that of Little Billy Brat back in third grade, the kid who enjoyed pulling girls’ pigtails.
• Include a scene in which women receive “aqua fitness” instruction from a Richard Simmons wannabe.
• Just to be mean, include a shower scene in which Williams and sexy comedienne Sarah Silverman are completely nude, and then — just when you finally have the attention of your male audience — sabotage the whole thing by tossing in full-frontal nudity by a group of elderly, obese actresses.
• Create a cute, cloying occupation for the moon-faced lover boy.   Lover boy is an artist and therefore must be “sensitive.”  But he must also eat.  To put vittles on his plate, give lover boy a part-time job — hauling a rickshaw.  In Toronto.  In Canada.

• Include pretty pictures of things like lighthouses, sunsets, and painted toenails.  Especially the painted toenails.
• Include dialogue like this:  “Sometimes I’m walking along the street, and a shaft of sunlight falls in a certain way across the pavement, and I just wanna cry.”
• Or like this:  “I just kissed the top of your head, ever so gently, and then I kissed your eyelids and they fluttered underneath my lips … just a little.”
• Include not one, but two scenes in which the wife — apparently as a test to find out how much her two men love her — sits down on a toilet and pees in their presence.  In the only instance in this movie in which both males display good sense, they both walk out on her.

I didn’t say much about the plot.  Williams’s young wife feels trapped after just five years in her marriage to loyal puppy Rogen.  Will they live  happily ever after, or will life interfere?

Hold on … that was also the plot of Williams’s 2010 film, Blue Valentine.  Blue Valentine was a great movie about a young couple going through a dreadful time.  Take This Waltz is a dreadful movie about a young couple (and heterosexual men in the audience) going through a dreadful time.           Grade:  D+

Director:  Sarah Polley   Cast:  Seth Rogen, Michelle Williams, Sarah Silverman, Jennifer Podemski, Luke Kirby, Aaron Abrams, Vanessa Coelho, Graham Abbey  Release:  2012

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