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  • Fury

    David Ayer (2014)

    David Denby in the New Yorker seriously – and characteristically – overrates Fury (‘one of the great war movies’).  Denby is right, though, that an interesting aspect of David Ayer’s film, for which Ayer also wrote the screenplay, is that the five American soldiers in the eponymous tank ‘feel like a losing army’, even though this piece of fiction is set in Germany in the very last weeks of World War II.  Legends on screen at the start of Fury stress the superiority of German Panzers and the heavy casualties among Americans who fought in relatively lightly armoured tanks.  For those who, like me, have always assumed that, by April 1945, the war was one-way traffic and heading for inevitable German surrender, it’s startling too to be reminded of the continuing intensity of the Nazi struggle until the very end.   Fury is very well made.  The principal element of the world that David Ayer and his cinematographer Roman Vasyanov describe is mud; the predominant colours are khaki and brownish grey yet the lighting of the mostly rural landscapes is delicate and clear.  Images of the tank’s wheels moving through the mud – the two seem nearly consubstantial – are an obvious but effective visualisation of the grinding grimness of the conflict.  The editing by Dody Dorn is highly dynamic but this (as David Denby also notes) is never at the expense of visual coherence.  The film is well acted too but Ayer, whenever he moves beyond quasi-documentary description of life inside the tank into dramatic territory, resorts to war movie cliché.  Fury, although in some ways sophisticated, doesn’t amount to anything original.

    The cliché crystallises around the character of the youngest of the five men inside Fury.  Norman Ellison is a recently enlisted army typist. (I assume it’s credible that he moves straight from a desk job to this kind of action although this surprised me.)  Norman is to be educated in what it means to be a fighting man:  to indicate how far he’ll need to go, David Ayer shows him early on, in a quiet moment, reading a book.  In the long and pivotal scene that follows the Americans’ capture of a small German town, Norman accompanies the tank commander, Don ‘Top’ Collier, into a house where they find two young women (who are cousins).  There’s a piano in the house and Norman sits down to play classical music on it.  Top then instructs him to take the younger woman, Emma, into the adjoining bedroom and do what a red-blooded male should.  The virginal-looking Norman obeys and, although he talks sensitively to Emma when they’re first alone together, he emerges from the bedroom with a quietly self-satisfied look on his face.  It’s this sexual initiation that appears to set Norman on his way to becoming a proper soldier.   The literally battle-scarred Top (the make-up is very good) is required, for his part, to deliver aphorisms every so often.  This works well enough when they’re embedded in action – when, for example, Top yells repeatedly at Norman to shoot his first Nazi, Norman refuses and protests that ‘it’s not right’, and Top replies, ‘We’re not here to do right – we’re here to kill Nazis’.  The words of war wisdom are less successful when they’re spoken in a more considered way, as when Top announces that, ‘Ideals are peaceful, history is violent’.

    The episode involving the two German women is not just a crucial stage in Norman’s progress.  As a break from the warfare, it also provides an opportunity for Ayer to sow the seeds of Top’s increasingly paternal attitude towards his young comrade and for the audience to see more of the personalities of the other three men in the tank – nicknamed Gordo, Bible and Coon-Ass.  Irma and Emma are the only two female characters of any importance in Fury.  Anamaria Marinca, as the former, evinces a believable combination of apprehension and dislike of the Americans.  Alicia von Rittberg, as her younger cousin, is good enough but Emma has to go through more obvious and mechanical ups and downs in the course of a single, albeit lengthy scene.  She’s paralysed by fear, then, when Norman starts to play the piano, accompanies him in a sweet (too confident) voice.  She’s frightened by the prospect of rape but is glowing when she returns from the bedroom with Norman – until she’s scared by the arrival of the other men from the tank, in particular the boorish Coon-Ass.   It’s a tacky, melodramatic misjudgement on David Ayer’s part that, after the five men have left the house and it’s blown up, the corpse of Emma is pictured lying among the remains of the piano.

    As Top Collier, Brad Pitt does his best acting since Moneyball:  convincingly alert, he’s especially good at suggesting the conflict between Top’s professional tunnel vision and thoughts that he can’t let surface.  Pitt’s calm, undemonstrative quality provides an effective counterpoint to Top’s fanaticism.  As far as I could hear, Ayer supplies no backstory for Top but the man has become almost pathologically attached to his tank.  When it’s immobilised by a landmine and the crew have the chance to flee an approaching column of SS infantry, Top refuses to leave Fury:  it’s another cliché that the others all choose to stay with him and easy to predict the sequence in which they will die in this act of heroic defiance – and that Norman, against all the odds, will survive.   The much-maligned Shia LaBeouf does well as the prayerful Bible; so does the reliable Michael Peña as Gordo.  The uncouth Coon-Ass is a familiar type and Jon Bernthal gives a performance to match, even though I don’t recall having seen this actor before.  Logan Lerman is increasingly likeable as Norman, especially good when the young man, the morning after the climactic battle with the SS, wakes to find himself still alive.  I liked the way he covers Top’s dead body and, once he’s found by American troops, stumbles away from the tank in one incredulous piece.  Jason Isaacs has a cameo and a strenuous American accent as a captain who advises Top on the tank’s next assignment.  I wonder what the point is in casting a British actor in a role as small as this – when there’s no time for him to do anything but stick out vocally.

    That only Norman survives (and that Brad Pitt doesn’t) may sound like a nod to realism but Fury‘s Armageddon still has a spectacularly improbable outcome.  Scores of Germans are killed, thanks to the courage and ingenuity of the five men in the American tank:  a final aerial shot displays the many Nazi corpses arranged round the remains of Fury.  You realise, as you hope against hope that Top and Norman and the others will win through, that you’re responding to this final battle in a traditional way and David Ayer hardly discourages this kind of response – even if he also encourages the audience to think they’ve seen an unusually tough and thoughtful combat film because the relentless physical detail of warfare as presented in Fury is anything but glorious.  As if to compensate for the muted tones of the previous 135 minutes, Ayer plays reddened newsreel images of Hitler et al under the film’s closing titles.   The effect is crude and garish.

    5 November 2014

  • Funny People

    Judd Apatow (2009)

    Twenty years ago, when they were both starting out in comedy, Judd Apatow and Adam Sandler shared an apartment.  They recorded Sandler making wind-up phone calls and Apatow uses this home video as the opening sequence of Funny People.  The audience can assume it’s a video featuring a youthful version of the comedy star that Sandler plays in the film, and one of the routines in the video is picked up towards the end of the picture.  But the use of this footage is a clear indication, if it were needed, that Funny People is about Apatow’s and perhaps Sandler’s feelings about their way of life and success as much as it’s the story of their fictional alter egos, respectively George Simmons and Ira Wright (né Wiener – pronounced ‘Whiner’, as we’re repeatedly reminded).

    George Simmons (like Sandler), after making his name as a stand-up, moved to Hollywood and made hugely popular comedies.  (The premises of the two movies we hear and see the most about are believable, to say the least.  In ‘Re Do’, the Simmons character becomes a baby and, during his return to infancy, learns the lesson of what it takes to live as a man.  ‘The Merman’ is self-explanatory.)  Simmons lives, alone and self-absorbed, in a vast Los Angeles mansion.  He learns that he’s terminally ill (a blood disease) and decides to return to the Improv club in LA he started out at, where he does a couple of starkly morbid routines and meets Ira, who’s getting nowhere fast in his comedy career.   Ira shares an apartment with Leo, a slightly more successful stand-up, and Mark, who’s recently become one of the stars of a derided TV high school sitcom (‘Yo Teach!’).  George likes what he hears of Ira’s material and invites him and Leo to write for him (Ira accepts eagerly, without telling Leo).   Once George tells him about his illness, Ira becomes his confidant and nursemaid too.   He feels the strain of the secret and persuades George to tell others.  George makes contact with his estranged family and with Laura, the actress he was going to marry before he cheated on her and she broke up with him.

    His doctors decide at the outset that George’s illness can’t be treated by chemo- or radiotherapy.  They try instead an aggressive experimental medication which, in order to combat the disease, comes close to destroying his immune system but the treatment works and George is given the all-clear.  Most of the last third of the picture focuses on the renewal of his relationship with Laura, and his and Ira’s visit to her Northern California home, where they meet her two daughters and, eventually, Laura’s Australian businessman husband Clarke, when he unexpectedly returns.  Laura is forced to decide between George and Clarke; she chooses Clarke and, because Ira has tried to encourage her in that direction, George fires him as his assistant.  Ira returns to his day job at a deli counter and George comes to see him there (this is where the routine from the Apatow-Sandler home video – a Jewish woman complaining to a supermarket about the life-threatening roast beef she’s bought from them – is virtually reprised).    The film ends with a rapprochement between George and Ira, with George offering to write some stand-up material for Ira.

    Apatow sets up the situation very economically:  he establishes where George has come from, where he now is, and where he looks to be heading in less than five minutes.  George’s announcements of his illness and the doctors’ confirmation of his recovery arrive quickly and unemphatically and are the stronger for that.   Otherwise, however, Funny People is long-winded and those who, like David Denby, appear to think Apatow is now a serious artist because he takes his time and because the film has dark subject matter and a mainly acrid tone, are confusing sluggish negativity with depth.   (In fact Funny People (136 minutes) is not much longer than either of Apatow’s two previous features, The 40-Year-Old Virgin (116 minutes) and Knocked Up (128 minutes).)    Is the film, as its title suggests, specifically about the psychology of comedians (or, even more specifically, the psychology of Jewish comedians)?   It’s set in various parts of the professional comedy universe but the lineaments of George Simmons’s character are familiar enough from films about celebrities who aren’t comedy performers.  George is the star who’s so self-centred that he’s ultimately incapable of anything other than self-love (and the self-hate that goes with it).  The film’s conclusion also feels generic, revealing him as unfit for marriage but equipped to mend professionally useful fences and to carry on with his showbiz proxy for ‘real life’.  The fact that he is now supplying gags for Ira could be interpreted as George finding a grain of altruism inside him but just as easily as an underlining of the limits of his capacity to think of other people – he can think of them only as other performers.  Either way, this ending is perfunctorily upbeat and you’re not convinced that Apatow means it.  He seems to see progress in show business as essentially self-serving.  Even the affable and relatively humane Ira makes the most of his big break by depriving Leo of a share in it.  (Why the two main characters share the names of the Gershwin brothers isn’t clear.)

    Funny People is an uneasy mixture of cynicism and sentimentality.  Apatow avoids the heartwarming pitfalls of the tale of the bastard brought face-to-face with dying who makes the most of a second chance to live a good life; he does so by demonstrating that George Simmons is irredeemably selfish (his truly incurable disease).   In contrast, the family life which is shown to be beyond George is idealised to pretty ludicrous effect, perhaps because Apatow sees his family life as sacrosanct to the extent that it can’t be made fun of.  He (like Sandler) is married with children, his wife is Leslie Mann, who plays Laura, and Laura’s children are played by their daughters, Maude and Iris Apatow.  Laura has told George that she regrets marrying Clarke – that ‘he’s an Australian version of you’ who, like George, has been unfaithful to her.  Almost as soon as George and Ira arrive at the family home, Laura enthusiastically goes to bed with George.  But in the climactic scene, when George asks Laura ‘Is it him or me?’, Laura tearfully, but without a trace of irony, answers, ‘It’s him – of course it’s him.  He’s my husband.  He’s the father of my children’.

    The film has a weaker strain of sentimentality about male-female relationships more generally – although there are few enough women in evidence.  In addition to the lovely Leslie Mann and her lovely daughters, there’s Daisy, another of the young would-be stand-ups (Aubrey Plaza, who has a droll deadpan in her exchanges with Ira – even if we see little of Daisy as a performer).  Ira fancies Daisy but, in spite of the content of his comedy routine, he’s excessively hesitant with girls and Daisy sleeps with Mark before Ira’s got his offstage act together.    When he responds angrily, she accuses him of sexual hypocrisy, complaining that most men see sleeping around as harmless except when a girl’s doing it (she also points out that this brief argument is the longest conversation she and Ira have had).   There’s clearly truth in what Daisy says but the scene contributes to the pervading sense in the film that men, compared with women, are emotionally underdeveloped and that this is somehow their (men’s) saving grace.  Although Seth Rogen is likeable as Ira, this comes across especially in his tedious interactions with the two others in the apartment (Jonah Hill and Jason Schwartzman).

    As George, Adam Sandler (whom I’d not seen before, except in trailers) never suggests the potential to be other than self-centred and conscious of it.  That may be the whole point of the character but Sandler doesn’t do enough to make you believe that other people could be conned or charmed into thinking George capable of more.   George is supposed to be dislikeable and scared and one of Sandler’s best moments comes in the interview with a Swedish medic (well played by Torsten Voges), where George defends himself against bad news by making jokes about Dr Lars’ appearance and accent.   On the whole, though, Sandler’s interpretation of George’s self-loathing and Apatow’s writing of the character make it less interesting than the size of the role requires.

    Even though Apatow’s unmediated feelings about his real home life eventually play him false in the sequence at Laura’s home, Funny People certainly perks up at this stage, thanks largely to Eric Bana as Clarke.  Like the Penélope Cruz character in Vicky Cristina Barcelona, we hear a lot about Clarke before we meet him and, like Cruz, Bana makes a spectacular entrance.   He first broke through in a sketch show on Australian television but this is the first time I’ve seen him do comedy; now that I have, I hope even more than I did before that Bana’s big-screen career doesn’t live or die in Hulk/hunk roles.  According to Wikipedia, it was the actor’s idea to make Clarke an Australian; Bana felt that would make it easier for him to improvise.  He gives Clarke a mixture of smiley, macho competitiveness and lachrymose spirituality that’s very funny.  (Because he sells to Eastern markets, Clarke has not only learned Mandarin but also acquired Buddhism, for use as required.)  Bana gives Clarke a family-man credibility that appears to suit Apatow’s purposes but which never takes the character out of an essentially satirical frame (and that – pleasingly – works against Apatow’s sentimental intentions).  It’s a brilliantly precise performance, full of comic zest, which lights up the whole film.  The two Apatow girls are good too and the crucial sequence in which Laura shows George and Ira a recording of the elder daughter Mabel singing ‘Memory’ (from Cats) at a school concert is very effective.   (Mabel’s precocious competence is both compelling and alienating;  it makes sense both of Laura’s and Ira’s admiring reaction and George’s jealously derisive response – which is meant to reveal he’s not cut out to be a husband and father.)

    Although the story is easy to follow, there are several features of Funny People that I found it hard to get to grips with.  The sex lives of the characters, for a start, sometimes made me think I was watching a film about a different civilisation.  More important, I struggled to understand whether the stand-up routines were supposed to be funny or not.  That was partly because I didn’t find any of them funny and partly because both the on-screen club and theatre audiences and the audience in the Richmond Odeon seemed to find all of them funny (including George’s graveyard routines, although David Denby reckons that these shock his comedy club audiences into hostility).  At one point, George criticises Ira for the lack of variety in his material, for the fact that it’s all sexual aggression and fart jokes; but nearly all the onstage acts in the film, and most of the banter offstage, are dominated by the former (and by penis size jokes).   When Ira makes George an iPod playlist of songs to cheer him up in his terminal condition, the first two are ‘Three Little Birds’ (‘Don’t worry about a thing … ‘) by Bob Marley and ‘I Had the Time of My Life’.  These are treated as jokes – examples of Ira’s inadvertent insensitivity, given George’s condition.  The third number, ‘Keep Me In Your Heart’ by someone called Warren Zevon, sounded to me like more of the same but was obviously supposed to be apt and moving.  There are cameo appearances by lots of celebrities, comics and others, among whom I recognised only James Taylor (even without the clue of his being announced as James Taylor).  I didn’t recognise Eminem, Paul Reiser or Sarah Silverman and hadn’t even heard of the others.   I don’t actually think any of this disqualifies me from having a valid opinion about Funny People but, for some reason, I feel I have to admit these things …

    31 August 2009

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