Showing posts with label Joss Whedon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joss Whedon. Show all posts

Monday, May 7, 2012

REVIEW: The Avengers

The Avengers (2012): Written and directed by Joss Whedon. Story by: Zak Penn and Joss Whedon. Based on The Avengers comic books by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby. Starring: Robert Downey Jr., Chris Evans, Mark Ruffalo, Chris Hemsworth, Scarlett Johansson, Jeremy Renner, Tom Hiddleston, and Samuel L. Jackson. Rated PG-13 (Crash, bang, boom). Running time: 143 minutes.

2 stars (out of four)

In The Avengers, we finally learn what happens when Thor’s mighty hammer comes crashing down on the impenetrable shield of Captain America. (Spoiler alert!) There is an explosion.

This is just one of many spectacles The Avengers offers, including an aircraft carrier soaring into the sky, a massive metal space worm demolishing Manhattan and the heaving bosom of Scarlett Johansson. If the idea of seeing Iron Man, The Hulk, Thor and Captain America sharing the screen excites you beyond belief, then The Avengers is not just the best movie of the summer, or even the year; it is the greatest movie ever made.

Earth is once again in trouble and the head of the top-secret organization S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury (Samuel L. Jackson), at last has an opportunity to assemble the team of superheroes he has been recruiting over the course of five movies. There is the tech-savvy playboy Tony Stark a.k.a. Iron Man (Robert Downey Jr.); Bruce Banner (Mark Ruffalo), the scientist who turns into the not-so-jolly green giant The Hulk when enraged; the extraterrestrial Norse god Thor (Chris Hemsworth); and Steve Rogers (Chris Evans), the cryogenically preserved WWII patriot Captain America.

Not that their personalities matter much in this film; the heroes only appear in diluted form in The Avengers. After all, with so many exciting things happening here, can you blame the film for skimping on something as inconsequential as characters? Loki (Tom Hiddleston), the greasy-haired estranged brother of Thor, has procured a magical blue cube that he will use to open a portal to a distant corner of the universe where a few of his alien cronies wait. He plans to enlist their help to decimate, and presumably take over, our planet.

As you can imagine, The Avengers will need all the help they can get, so Nick Fury has signed up a few more recruits for the forces of good. Jeremy Renner plays Hawkeye, an assassin whose marksmanship with a bow and arrow gives Katniss Everdeen a run for her money. Another invaluable member of the team is the sultry Russian agent, Natasha Romanoff (Scarlett Johansson). Ms. Johansson, who excels at playing coy and aloof, need not worry here about her limited range as an actress. As it turns out, her body excels at wearing leather, and it is this skill that is called upon in The Avengers.

The clash of these titans of comic book lore is presented in several plodding action sequences, including an especially mechanical one on the aforementioned aircraft carrier-turned-aircraft. Another takes place on the streets of Manhattan, where product placement conveniently doubles as the mise en scène of billboards and taxicab ads. Just as Thor did, The Avengers gives itself up to corporate uncreativity; it is loud, flashy and fleetingly entertaining but ultimately hollow and pointless. The special effects are absolutely spectacular and utterly soulless.

The film was written and directed by Joss Whedon, who is considered a demigod in some nerd circles (with all due respect to Thor and his Asgardian brethren). Those expecting something witty or cheeky, however, such as Mr. Whedon’s recent horror movie mash-up The Cabin in the Woods, will be disappointed. Any semblance of cleverness in The Avengers is limited to what material Mr. Whedon supplies Robert Downey Jr., who struts around in a Black Sabbath tee shirt, spitting out snarky comments and poking fun at the other heroes. These spare kidding moments are all but drowned out by the deafening assault of the film’s pursuit of blockbuster colossality. Even Samuel L. Jackson’s usual verve feels muted by his busy surroundings.

What a shame, since many of the movie’s jokes are genuinely funny. The very concept of this movie is totally absurd, so why not embrace that silliness and allow the humor to carry over into more than a handful of one-liners?

The movie is also surprisingly boring at times. The first third, which is bogged down with an excess of incomprehensible exposition, is particularly dull. We are expected to wait patiently though, because a lot of cool stuff will surely follow all this tedious jabbering. It must be said though that Mr. Whedon does handle some of this cool stuff pretty well. When the camera whizzes around the streets of New York in a computer-animated frenzy, capturing all our heroes in a single, unbroken shot, it is hard not to momentarily get caught up in the movie’s love of awesomeness for the sake of awesomeness.

Joss Whedon does not include anything unexpected in The Avengers but, to make up for that, he includes a wealth of things we fully expect, and even demand, to see: superheroes smashing superheroes, superheroes smashing supervillains, monologues delivered in monotone, Earth in peril and (spoiler alert!) Earth saved. To try to do anything else would be to risk the film’s status as the greatest ever made.

- Steve Avigliano, 5/7/12

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

REVIEW: The Cabin in the Woods

The Cabin in the Woods (2012): Dir. Drew Goddard. Written by Drew Goddard and Joss Whedon. Starring: Kristen Connolly, Chris Hemsworth, Anna Hutchison, Fran Kranz, Jesse Williams, Richard Jenkins and Bradley Whitford. Rated R (Blood and breasts). Running time: 95 minutes.

2 ½ stars (out of four)

Two jocks, a floozy, a stoner and a naive sweetheart walk into a cabin in the woods. Stop me if you’ve heard this one before.

But maybe you haven’t. The Cabin in the Woods is a horror film that, as its title suggests, takes on one of the genre’s most elemental formulas. Horny teenagers and deranged slashers have been sharing campgrounds for decades now but co-writers Joss Whedon and Drew Goddard (who also directed the film) are interested in delivering more than your standard bloody, wooded excursion. They seek to turn a familiar premise – and, with it, just about every other horror movie convention – on its head and offer up a complete genre deconstruction.

A horror movie’s success often hinges on its ability to surprise. Audiences demand a sudden scare, an unexpected twist or, sometimes, considering how formulaic these movies tend to be, the surprise may be as slight as the order in which the characters are killed.

The Cabin in the Woods certainly has its share of surprises. The movie toys with our expectations and subverts them, letting us think we know where it is going, only to yank the rug out from under its own clichés. This makes for plenty of unexpected moments but also means the movie too often feels like an exercise in meta cleverness.

Among the doomed kids is David (Chris Hemsworth), a cocky football player who gets the cabin on loan from his cousin. Joining him for the weekend are his girlfriend Jules (Anna Hutchison), her best friend Dana (Kristen Connolly), his teammate Holden (Jesse Williams) and their pothead pal Marty (Fran Kranz). Each fits a familiar slasher movie archetype, though the movie hints there may be more to their two-dimensional personalities than we first expect.

Before we even meet any of the vacationing teens, we are introduced to two curiously cavalier lab technicians, Richard (the always wonderful Richard Jenkins) and Steve (Bradley Whitford). They are employees in an sleek, underground facility that has remote access via video surveillance and more to the cabin. Of their role in what happens next, I will say no more except that they are the catalysts of a series of twists that continue to escalate through the film’s finale.

Perhaps because the scenes with the two lab techs break fresh, new territory, they are by far more interesting than what is going on in the cabin. (The witty repartee between Mr. Jenkins and Mr. Whitford helps too.) The cabin scenes are not without their moments but it’s hard to get too attached to, or root for, characters that are only stand-ins for self-referential commentary. Part of what makes trashy horror movies fun is the way they encourage us to cheer on some characters and wish death for others. The Cabin in the Woods is too self-aware for that. As soon as audience sympathies begin to form for a character, attention is called to that very sympathy, which is of course one of the ways Mr. Whedon and Mr. Goddard play with the formula, but it also takes the wind out of a few scenes. The movie wants to keep us at a distance.

In its final third, The Cabin in the Woods becomes an all-out funhouse of a movie and there is an inspired sequence that is the ultimate horror movie mash-up. It is a scene horror fans never knew they wanted but, now that it exists, is a must-see if only for its sheer audacity.

By the end, The Cabin in the Woods gives us plenty to smile at but no real scares or jolts. That was never its intention though. The movie is a smart critique of horror films without actually being an entry in the genre, a choice of approach that is as novel as it is limiting.

- Steve Avigliano, 4/24/12