Monthly Archives: February 2016

  • The Place Beyond the Pines

    Derek Cianfrance (2012)

    Blue Valentine ended with Ryan Gosling walking away from his wife, her child and the camera in the direction of a distant fireworks display.   The Place Beyond the Pines, Derek Cianfrance’s first film since, begins with a camera following Gosling towards the illuminations of a fairground.  He plays Luke Glanton, a motorcycle stuntman in a travelling show.  Later that evening Luke bumps (as a pedestrian) into Romina (Eva Mendes), a woman he had a fling with last time his itinerary brought him here.  Here is Altamont, Schenectady, New York:  the literal meaning of Schenectady in the Iroquois language is ‘the place beyond the pines’.  Soon afterwards, Luke discovers that he’s the father of Romina’s one-year-old son, Jason.  Like the girl in Blue Valentine, this child lives with his mother and a non-biological father – in this case, an African-American called Kofi (Mahershala Ali), who owns the house that they’re in.  The knowledge that he has a son turns Luke’s world upside down.  He convinces himself that, if he had the money, he could persuade Romina’s he’s got more to offer her and Jason than Kofi has.  Luke starts a new career as a bank robber, working in partnership with a grungy car repair man called Robin (Ben Mendelsohn).  Luke does the raids single-handed.  Once he’s got the money, he gets away on his motor bike; Robin is waiting in his truck nearby, Luke zips up a ramp into the back of the vehicle which then drives away.  The partnership is short-lived, though.  Luke is just about infantile in wanting his own way, and baffled, hurt and quickly violent when he doesn’t get it.  He gets to go to bed with Romina, buys ice cream for Jason and has a photograph taken of the three of them together.  But when Luke invites himself into the family home and starts putting together a crib for the child, it ends in a fight with the reasonably outraged Kofi.  Luke is briefly behind bars for assault.  Robin bails him out but by now Luke is out of control.  He does another bank job alone, a police car pursues him to a house where shots are exchanged, and Luke falls to his death from an upstairs window.

    David Denby describes Derek Cianfrance as doing with Ryan Gosling here what Hitchcock did with Janet Leigh in Psycho.  This may be technically true but it feels very different.  First, the death of the biggest name in the cast less than halfway through isn’t a secret, as far as the director is concerned.  Second, by the time Luke Glanton departs the scene, he’s already outstayed his welcome.  Ryan Gosling is highly talented but his penchant for playing self-destructive charmers is beginning to risk limiting what he achieves as an actor.  He was great in Half Nelson and Blue Valentine but it’s frustrating to watch him doing another variation on the same theme, especially when the character here is so limited compared with the ones he played in the other two films.   Luke’s death and what comes immediately after are the best bits of The Place Beyond the Pines, as Avery Cross (Bradley Cooper), the young police officer who shoots Luke, takes centre stage.  The confrontation between the two men in the bedroom of the house where Luke is hiding is well done.  Everything happens very quickly so you’re not sure who fired first:  that gives a reality to the subsequent interrogation of Avery by police colleagues and a session he has with a counsellor.  Bradley Cooper is impressive, more varied than I found him in Silver Linings Playbook.  That variety is what keeps the film afloat for a while – above the waves of schematism that eventually drown it.

    In an interview with The Boston Globe Derek Cianfrance is quoted as follows:

    ‘It’s a masculine movie because it’s about fathers and sons. As a son and as a father I’m talking from a very specific place … The Greek idea of tragedy is that everyone tries to avoid something but ends up crashing into it anyway. Luke tries to avoid letting his son grow up like him. But in trying to avoid it, it happens anyway. Inside him there’s a toxic shame that manifests in his child.’

    The idea that whatever happens in The Place Beyond the Pines is fatefully inevitable must be Cianfrance’s excuse for the melodramatic and incredible story.  (Because the film is long and self-important, several reviewers have latched on to the idea that it’s a ‘Greek tragedy in three acts’ or ‘an American epic’.)  After Avery has become a hero twice over – first for his courage in the shoot-out with Luke, then for exposing police corruption – the film lurches forward fifteen years.  By now, Avery is running for state attorney-general.  (His father was a Supreme Court judge and Avery is highly educated but his original intention was to work his way up through the ranks of the police force as if he’d had no advantages.)  He’s divorced now and his teenage son comes to live with him:  Avery reasonably points out to his ex-wife Jennifer (Rose Byrne) that the middle of a campaign for public office isn’t the best time for the boy to make the move but Jennifer is no more easily put off than Derek Cianfrance by things not making sense.  The surly, self-centred son AJ (Emory Cohen) starts at his new school, where he meets up with none other than Luke’s son Jason (Dane DeHaan).  (One review I’ve read reckons that the movie’s Greek tragedy credentials are confirmed by the sons’ names – ‘AJ’ is meant to bring to mind Ajax.)  It’s not worth wasting too many words on the details of what happens next:  suffice to say that the film ends with seventeen- year-old Jason buying his own motorcycle, paid for with money he steals from Avery while holding him at gunpoint, and setting out on the road to a life outside Schenectady.  Of course he’ll never, according to Cianfrance’s thesis, really get away.

    Cianfrance wrote a good screenplay for Blue Valentine, where the storyline was pretty simple.  It’s possible that The Place Beyond the Pines, which he co-wrote with Ben Coccio and Darius Marder, exposes an inability to manage a more complex plot but more likely that Cianfrance really doesn’t think it’s necessary to do that.  He seems to think that invoking Greek tragedy means you can forget about realism entirely:  all that’s required is to get the characters into situations that demonstrate the sins-of-the-fathers theme – which is mixed up with suggestions of a kind of supernatural blood brotherhood between fathers and sons.  Cianfrance is far from the first male movie director to be seized with the idea that although men are bastards they’re interesting bastards – more interesting than the women to whom they cause suffering.   I suspect the same idea was at work in Blue Valentine but it wasn’t a problem there because Ryan Gosling and Michelle Williams had roles of roughly equal size and were a compelling partnership.   The women in The Place Beyond the Pines are relatively minor although Eva Mendes is powerfully expressive as Romina.

    Rose Byrne has a less rewarding role as Avery’s wife Jennifer but she’s at the centre of a scene that’s a distillation of Derek Cianfrance’s strengths and weaknesses as a director – in this film at least.   Avery is injured in the exchange of gunfire with Luke.  One evening during his convalescence he’s visited at home by three or four other cops.  He doesn’t even know a couple of them but, after getting themselves invited in to dinner, the senior member of the group (Ray Liotta) explains to Jennifer that they’d like Avery to come out with them to do ‘a bit of police work’.   He agrees to do so and this begins the chain of events that leads to his eventual exposure of the others’ criminal activity and their superiors’ concealment of it.   Cianfrance can write dialogue and he can direct actors, and he shows it here.  The sequence, as it’s happening, gets to you strongly.  All the players are good;  you feel offended on Jennifer’s behalf by the gatecrashers’ macho needling of her in the dinner table conversation.   Not much later, however, you’re offended by the implausibility of the whole set-up:  if the bad cops want to get money under false pretences, why do they choose to involve in the crime a public hero whom they’ve no reason to think shares their corruption?   Not much later on the film, the plotting had become so contrived that I found it hard to stay engaged by the actors.  I kept switching off, my attention suspended by disbelief.

    There are some fine images in The Place Beyond the Pines, photographed by Sean Bobbitt.  The sight and sound of Luke’s motorcycle routine in ‘The Wheel of Death’ cage at the fairground provide, as David Denby says, ‘… existentialism in a nutshell:  life and possibly death on a journey going nowhere.’  What’s more, this occurs early on enough in the film to avoid contamination by what follows.  There’s a good moment when Luke and Robin enjoy their first bank robbery and Luke does a celebratory dance, holding Robin’s little dog:  it’s at this point that you’re most conscious of Luke’s separation from his son.  Later on, the images are more obviously resonant, as when Jason steals from a drug store and escapes on his bike – a reprise of his father’s earlier, bigger crimes.  The music by Mike Patton keeps announcing how heartfelt and profound the whole thing is but Cianfrance’s choice of music playing on car radios etc (‘Please Stay’ by The Cryin Shames, ‘Maneater’ by Hall and Oates) is more distinctive and interesting.  The cast also includes Harris Yulin as Avery Cross’s father and Bruce Greenwood, who’s good in his small role in spite of its similarity to the one he played so recently in Flight:  Greenwood has to ask Bradley Cooper’s hero-in-waiting the same kind of tough what-really-happened questions that he put to Denzel Washington.

    14 April 2013

  • Moneyball

    Bennett Miller (2011)

    Moneyball came and went in British cinemas pretty quickly, around the turn of the year, which might seem surprising for an against-the-odds sports movie starring Brad Pitt.  I tracked it down to a Vue cinema in Fulham Broadway in the first week of 2012.  Once I’d seen it, I understood why the film’s release was so low key.   The words in Aaron Sorkin and Steven Zaillian’s script come thick and fast and assume a knowledge of baseball.  More than that, Moneyball is about the invasion of a sport by an alien, more objective approach to assessing the value of players – an approach which is statistics-based and might well be seen by audiences as dehumanising (as it’s seen, according to the movie, by those within the sport).  Since the sport in question isn’t likely to matter to most British people in the first place, it’s not surprising that the theory at the heart of the film (a theory which, at one level, reinforces the need for a grasp of the rules of baseball) further limits its appeal.  Yet for me not understanding the language of the sport made next to no difference because the  people in the story and the way that it’s told are so absorbing.  Moneyball is also a reminder of the inherently dramatic shape and substance of great sporting stories – and of what you expect from a sports story on the screen.  To that extent, the movie is self-aware but it’s never at all an academic exercise.  It’s the best American film of 2011.

    Based on a book by Michael Lewis, Moneyball is the true story of Billy Beane (Pitt), general manager of the Oakland Athletics baseball team.   Following their defeat by the New York Yankees in the concluding knockout stages of the 2001 championship (known as the ‘postseason’), Beane faces the loss of star players and a struggle to replace them:  Oakland Athletics isn’t the wealthiest club in the Major League.  Beane meets Peter Brand (whose real life counterpart is called Paul De Podesta), a young Yale economics graduate with radical ideas about the application of ‘sabermetrics’.  The use of sabermetrics in baseball is decades old but Brand’s particular system attaches central importance to a player’s ‘on base percentage’[1].   Facing increasingly strong opposition from the Oakland scouts – whose nose for a successful player is based on experience and intuition – Beane builds a new team constructed according to Brand’s theories.   They fare poorly at first but Beane persuades the Athletics’ owner to stick with the new approach and it’s rewarded when the team wins twenty consecutive games, an American League record (that still stands).  They qualify again for the postseason but go out in the first round to the Minnesota Twins.  On the back of this success, Billy Beane is offered the job of general manager of the Boston Red Sox at a salary of $12.5 million.  This would have made him the highest paid manager in American sports history but he turns the offer down and stays with Oakland Athletics.  The film’s closing legend explains that the Red Sox won the World Series in 2004, a feat which continues to elude Oakland Athletics.  Billy Beane is still the general manager there.

    A few weeks after I saw Moneyball, Sally showed me an article by Michael Lewis in Vanity Fair, where he’s a contributing editor.  Lewis described the connections between the theories underlying the sport management revolution pioneered by Billy Beane and the work of the Nobel Prize-winning Israeli psychologist Daniel Kahneman and his compatriot Amos Tversky[2].  In their most cited paper, Prospect Theory, Kahnemann and Tversky:

    ‘… convinced a lot of people human beings are best understood as being risk-averse when making a decision that offers hope of a gain but risk-seeking when making a decision that will lead to a certain loss. In a stroke they provided a framework to understand all sorts of human behavior that economists, athletic coaches, and other “experts” have trouble explaining: why people who play the lottery also buy insurance; why people are less likely to sell their houses and their stock portfolios in falling markets; why, most sensationally, professional golfers become better putters when they’re trying to save par (avoid losing a stroke) than when they’re trying to make a birdie (and gain a stroke).’

    Billy Beane’s marriage has broken up, he sees his daughter Casey regularly and, at the end of one of their meetings, the girl, accompanying herself on a guitar, sings a touching little song which I discover online is ‘The Show’ by an Australian artist called Lenka.  The moment is so piercing that you feel the song has to be reprised and it is, at the very end of the film – when Billy is considering the Red Sox offer and listening to Casey’s tape in his car (there’s an implication that one of his reasons for turning down the Red Sox job is to allow him to stay geographically closer to his daughter).   In this reprise the lyric includes a substitution of Lenka’s:  Casey’s voice repeatedly sings, with affectionate sadness, ‘You’re such a loser, Dad’.  Moneyball is the story of a sporting triumph the man behind which turns into another of his failures.  It’s about having a loser mentality in two senses:  the actual losses are what Billy remembers most keenly; even when he and the team achieve an actual success, he has the capacity for seeing it differently.

    From quite an early stage, Billy imposes himself as such a convincing character that, while we anticipate a change in fortunes for the Oakland Athletics, we can’t expect a personality change in him.   This supplies the film with a sustained tension.  Billy knows he’s a jinx.  In the game in which his team goes for the record twentieth win on the trot, the Athletics are leading the Kansas City Royals 11-0 after the third inning.   Billy has been determined not to watch the game but, when he learns that the team looks home and dry, he’s persuaded (by Casey – on the phone) to go and watch.  He turns his car and the game around; he enters the stadium for the fourth inning and sees the advantage whittled away.  Almost anyone who’s a sports fan (certainly anyone who’s a fan of a sport where the final score is all) will be able to empathise – the improbable romp home stalled, the turn of the tide impossible to stop …  Billy goes to earth in the bowels of the stadium and he eventually hears a sound – a miraculous one.  Scott Hatteberg, one of his new recruits, hits a walk-off home run that ends the game with the Oakland Athletics winning 12-11.   This is a wonderful sequence.

    Moneyball is Bennett Miller’s first film since Capote (2005).  In that picture, he had a strong, dramatically exciting story but he also showed – for example, in the social meetings of Truman Capote and Harper Lee with the local sheriff and his wife – an intriguing ability to impart edgy rhythm and complexity to a situation that wasn’t, on the face of it, a tense or dramatic one.  The same thing happens here – not just in the sporting climaxes (and anti-climaxes), which are a gift to any director worth their salt, but in, for example, Billy’s visit to his ex-wife Sharon and her new partner Alan.  The increasingly uncomfortable rhythms of this encounter are compelling:  Sharon’s affable distance from Billy declines into brittle antipathy towards him.   Spike Jonze, in an uncredited cameo as Alan, is beautifully alert to these changes in atmosphere and Robin Wright’s emotional precision as Sharon was remarkable to see less than a week after her vague acting in The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.  (The presence of Wright in both movies isn’t the only cross-over between Bennett Miller and David Fincher that you’re reminded of here.   Steven Zaillian wrote the script for The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and Aaron Sorkin the screenplay for Fincher’s previous film The Social Network.  Brad Pitt starred in the one before that, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button.)  The casting of Moneyball is first rate throughout, as is Miller’s direction of the actors.  Those in the relatively minor roles of Oakland Athletics players and scouts are strongly individual.  They include, among many others, Adrian Bellani, Stephen Bishop and Ken Medlock.

    I didn’t get a clear picture of the relationship of the Athletics’ coach Art Howe to the players – perhaps that’s unnecessary for a North American audience but being deprived of any sense of Howe’s reaction to the team’s record-breaking winning run is frustrating.  Otherwise, the screenplay is hard to fault.   It’s no surprise that, with Aaron Sorkin’s name on it, this is the best script since The Social Network – well structured and abounding in incisively fluent, witty, slangy dialogue.  Billy Beane was a promising player who didn’t fulfil his assumed potential on the field and became a general manager rather than, which is more usual, a team coach.   Sorkin and Zaillian include enough about Billy’s younger days to tell us all we need to know – but the flashbacks are rationed.  This is a deft way of suggesting that Billy is someone who doesn’t allow himself to dwell on the past.

    The scenes between him and his daughter (Kerrin Dorsey) are particular highlights.  With Casey, Billy is working hard not to be emotionally exposed – not just in reaction to that song but when he’s scared that she’s worried about him and he tries to smile her worry away.  We often see that Billy is angry (he kicks and throws things) although we rarely hear him raising his voice. Because only we see him in private, we become aware of his solitude.  Brad Pitt is a revelation.  One keeps being told that he really can act – the evidence was there in bits of Babel and fewer bits of The Tree of Life.  Pitt proves it now in a leading role in a more than two-hour film.  The voice sounds throttled, a little impersonal – it subtly expresses Billy’s isolation.  Pitt shows no condescension towards the man he’s playing – he stretches himself as an actor to create a personality that’s complex and intransigent.  What’s more, he achieves this without being cast obviously against type, or appearing in physical disguise, or having a disability or a mental breakdown.  When Billy is doing deals on the phone, it helps to have Pitt executing the conventional sporting (and business) deal gestures of triumph.   Yet defeat hangs around Billy Beane and because Brad Pitt is incarnating him the effect is rather mysterious.

    Pitt is splendidly partnered by Jonah Hill as Peter Brand.  When they’re high-fiving each other it’s great because Pitt is so cut out for doing this kind of thing and Hill is so not.  The scene in which Brand has to tell a high-profile player he’s off the team is as gripping as it’s funny.  Although Pitt looks in good shape and Billy is only seven years older than one of the veteran players he signs to the team, he’s clearly – and poignantly – a man whose time as an athlete is behind him.  As Art Howe, Philip Seymour Hoffman doesn’t look as if he ever was an athlete (Howe was).  As usual, though, Hoffman uses his bulk, as well as every other part of his acting equipment, to create a remarkably complete characterisation.

    5 January 2012

    [1] Wikipedia defines ‘on base percentage’ (OBP) as ‘a measure of how often a batter reaches base for any reason other than a fielding error, fielder’s choice, dropped/uncaught third strike, fielder’s obstruction, or catcher’s interference (the latter two are ignored as either times-on-base (TOB) or plate appearances in calculating OBP)’.

    [2] http://www.vanityfair.com/culture/features/2011/12/michael-lewis-201112

     

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