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On The Tube: Fringe

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I have fond memories of the days at university when the lights would go out, we’d sit on the couch or floor with our hastily-cooked meals and wait for The X-Files to come on. We drank in the ambiance, the supernatural nature of the weekly problems and the interplay between Mulder and Scully. Not to mention Scully herself. Since the show left the air, there have been some attempts to recapture that sort of eerie and disturbing storytelling magic. Treshold came close but was let down by a small audience, a bad time slot on Sci-Fi Channel (which has since renamed itself SyFy which should tell you something about the chimps running the joint) and a lack of mystery or real suspense. At least they had Carla Gugino, though.

And then Fringe came along.

J.J. Abrams, Roberto Orci and Alex Kurtzman drew inspiration for their show not only from The X-Files but also The Twilight Zone (remember that one, kids?), the film Altered States and Michael Crichton’s novels, as well as mixing in the procedural atmosphere of Law & Order and the serial nature of Abrams’ previous major success, Lost. Unlike the writers of Threshold, which included Brannon Braga to nobody’s surprise, Abrams, Orci and Kurtzman quickly demonstrated their ability to build suspense, maintain mystery and create dramatic tension between interesting, multi-dimensional characters.

Anna Torv

One of the first casting choices they made was John Noble as Dr. Walter Bishop. The thinking, it seems, was something along the lines of “What’s a show about mad science without a mad scientist?” But unlike the dour Dr. Frankenstein or the madcap Emmett Brown, Dr. Bishop has the somewhat doddering charm of an aging but beloved grandparent coupled with a scientific curiosity that supersedes what most people would consider sound ethics. The good doctor has the answers to the causes behind a string of inexplicable and deadly events being investigated by “Fringe Division,” a multi-agency task force. FBI agent Olivia Dunham, played by Anna Torv, is recruited for this top-secret operation following the mysterious death of an airliner full of passengers and mortal wounding of her partner and lover, John Scott. Her investigation leads her to Walter Bishop, who’s been institutionalized for almost two decades. To get him out, she needs to enlist Walter’s son, Peter Bishop. More than just a means to access Walter as both next of kin and a cypher, Peter is a genius in his own right, a master of several languages and has the sort of shady connections that allow Dunham to go just outside the law to get whatever she needs to solve her case. Peter is played by Joshua Jackson, who got the role after impressing Abrams in his audition for James T. Kirk.

Josh Jackson

The show is fresh and visceral without seeming hackneyed despite it’s inspirations. Characters develop gradually instead of in fits and starts, the science behind the odd events has some rooting in reality and is never a technobabble fix worthy of Star Trek. Unlike Lost, where the plot is obfuscatory at best, the procedural nature of Fringe keeps the events rooted and moving forward in spite of their supernatural aspects. Everything that happens in Fringe feels like it could happen, even when things like teleportation, pyrokinesis and interdimensional travel are introduced. The fact that these things are happening to and around people we actually care about helps make Fringe worth watching, as well.

The first season is available on DVD and the second season is well underway. Thursday nights in January will find me waiting for the innocuous piano music that introduces the show with hints at things like “Dark Matter,” “Suspended Animation” and “Telepathy.” Like those days gone by, I’ll be turning down the lights and wondering what sweet treat Walter’s obsessing over this week. He, after all, very eloquently described the simple appeal of a root beer float:

“It’s heavenly. And earthly, at the same time.”

John Noble (and Gene)

The same, one might argue, could be said for Fringe itself.

On the Tube: White Collar

White Collar

The major networks – CBS, NBC and ABC in this country – seem to have cornered the market on procedurals. In fact, it could be argued that procedurals are overrated. However, occasionally a show will try to take the procedural formula and go in a different direction. Take a cop show, for example, and give it military trappings. Or take a medical show and make the principle an insufferable douchebag. And then you have some of the shows on USA, which look at procedurals from an entirely different perspective – I’m taking a long, lingering look at you, Burn Notice. Come back soon.

Anyway, what we have here is a show that deals with major crimes – multi-million dollar art forgeries etc. Law & Order Criminal Intent does this with the typical Law & Order tropes. That is to say, everything’s very serious, the subjects are RIPPED FROM THE HEADLINES and nobody cracks a smile. It leans so heavily on the non-comedic side of drama it occasionally makes Greek tragedies look light-hearted.

On the other side of things, we have White Collar.

This isn’t to say that White Collar is madcap or slapstick. It’s not playing things deliberately for laughs. It is, however, intelligently written and well-paced. The premise of a gentleman thief coming over to the lawful side of things in order to secure their freedom isn’t really new, but one of the things that makes White Collar stand out is that the two leads are equally intelligent and even before their partnership begins, there’s a grudging admiration for each other. It’s like if Al Pacino & Robert DeNiro’s characters in Heat came up against a more violent gang of bank robbers and joined forces to take them down.

Neal Caffery, as a character, is especially interesting because he does use his intelligence and charm to get what he wants, yet isn’t willing to use violence to achieve his ends, nor is he completely happy-go-lucky. He does have desires that extend beyond creature comforts and fine clothing. The fact that Matt Bomer’s so easy on the eyes puts the whole character together in a shiny package that’s very, very difficult to ignore.

Tim DeKay’s FBI Agent Peter Burke isn’t a slouch either. He’s just as smart as Neal, being the only person ever to catch Neal after years of chasing him down. His suspicion isn’t completely unfounded, yet he respects and even likes Neal, especially because Neal is smart enough not to do something stupid that would blow a case on which they’re working.

For example, instead of just going through a plan by the seat of his pants, Neal is seen studying a book on warrant law before heading into the lion’s den of a particularly nasty art forger. Since Neal is wearing a GPS ankle bracelet that goes off if he leaves a 2-mile radius within New York City, the FBI is informed he’s flown the coup. When Burke and his men arrive, they see he’s come to the suspicious warehouse the two visited earlier for which Burke did not have enough evidence to secure a warrant. Since they are in the course of apprehending a fugitive, the FBI can execute a search legally, and they nab the bad guys by the book. They couldn’t have done it without Neal, and when Burke sees where Neal has brought him, he grins.

It’s up there with Burn Notice in terms of enjoyability, writing and character writing. Let’s hope it stays at this level. My wife, one of the most critical people I know, has dubbed it “fuckawesome.”

I couldn’t agree more.

IT CAME FROM NETFLIX! Changeling

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It wasn’t too long ago when the words ‘A Clint Eastwood Film’ described an action flick featuring a character that was either Dirty Harry Callahan, The Man With No Name or somebody who existed between the two. Clint Eastwood is someone along the lines of Robert DeNiro or Al Pacino: a star with a long history of delivering both furious action fueled by pure manliness, and dramatic turns that set him on a different level from other so-called ‘actors’ that don’t deserve mention at the moment. And Clint has further distinguished himself in that nowadays, ‘A Clint Eastwood Film’ means one he’s directed. I plan on going over all of his directoral offerings, and Changeling is a great place to begin. The film stars Angelina Jolie, Jeffrey Donovan, Colm Feore and John Malkovich.

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Why, Changeling? you might ask. Why not Unforgiven, his directoral breakout? Both it and Million Dollar Baby won him Oscars, why am I not starting there? What about Flags of Our Fathers, or Letters from Iwo Jima, his powerful war films? Why not Gran Turino, which includes perhaps the most manly and grit-filled rendition of “GET OFF MY LAWN” ever captured by a camera? These are valid questions, and I actually plan on taking time to review all of these – and no, it’s not just because I want to watch Gran Turino again.

Changeling is a good place to begin on Clint’s directoral work because it captures many of the aspects that make him such a visionary film-maker. With this riveting true story, we see the way Clint brings us into a bygone time, the handling of his actors and the framing of his shots. You might get some of these elements from Unforgiven, Flags of Our Fathers or even Mystic River, but Changeling does it with such natural grace that it feels less like 142 minutes of movie and more like an encapsulated lesson on how to effectively direct. Clint has brought us both the appeal and darkness of an oft-romanticised time in American history, along with a great performance from Angelina Jolie and one of the best turns by John Malkovich I’ve ever seen. Oh yeah, and he also gave us Jeffrey Donovan in a period suit with matching fedora.

An entire thesis could be written on the plot I haven’t mentioned yet, but here’s the short form and, as usual, it’s free of spoilers. Angelina Jolie is a hard-working supervisor at a telephone exchange in Los Angeles during the roaring ’20s. Her son is an intelligent, precocious youth who pulls off a pretty impressive feat by endearing himself towards us with only a few minutes of screentime. Mom comes home from work one day to find the house empty and the kid’s lunch uneaten in the icebox. A little police runaround brings her to the office of Jeffrey Donovan’s insufferable prick of a police captain who assures her that her son will be found. Sure enough, in a few months, she shows up at a train station when word comes her son’s been found, but after taking one look at the shorter, pudgier and more annoying child, she knows it’s not her child. The police disagree, citing her womanhood as the main cause for her baseless idea that the boy isn’t who they say he is. The mother insists, and soon it’s clear that the only person who’s fully in her corner and willing to match her zeal and devotion is the radio-broadcasting Presbyterian minister who believes the City of Angels has become a cesspool of corruption run by self-indulgent swine. It’s a little odd to see this compassionate yet occasionally brimstone-fueled spiritual leader being brought to us by way of Cyrus the Virus and Humma Kavula. I’m just glad he did something like this to wash the taste of that dreadful turn he did in Eragon out of our minds. I’ll keep praying he stays far away from anything related to Twilight.

Anyway, this is a fantastic film, and it features one of the cinematographic keys to Eastwood’s success. All of his films – that I’ve seen so far anyway, I still need to sit down and watch Unforgiven end to end – have what I like to call “a haunting etherealness.” Classic films can become dated in their look and material, and it can be difficult to hearken back to a bygone age without extensive set dressing or CGI which is often hit and miss in a drama. Clint Eastwood sends us back in time before we even realize we’ve been temporally displaced and has us invested in the characters just as quickly. Actors are, by and large, attractive folk (Angelina Jolie and Jeffrey Donovan in particular in this case) but Clint doesn’t let them get away with just being pretty faces. They believe in their material and we, in turn, believe in them. There’s no trick photography to distract us from the pace of the writing and the musical score does exactly what it says on the tin, underscoring the drama and action rather than overwhelming us with bombastic horns or one woman wails. Clint Eastwood’s careful and measured genius comes through in the final film as all of these elements, exemplary on their own, seamlessly fuse into a storytelling experience rarely seen in an age of mean-spirited gross-out money machines that laughably call themselves comedies, and video game adaptations that wouldn’t know a good story if it showed up at their door dressed in a corset and stockings.

I’m getting a little long-winded on this one, but I wanted to establish what I respect and love about the films of Clint Eastwood. As I said, I plan on reviewing them individually, but a common thread that defines them all is this singular excellence and haunting, timeless etherealness that puts him on the level of such seminal directors as Martin Scorsese and Francis Ford Coppola. If nothing else, he shows us that sometimes the best things we do in our lives might not happen until well into our adult years, which means we should never give up on our dreams and no matter how daunting the obstacles might be to reaching our goals, the only way we truly fail is if we quit. But I’m wandering off the point again. The point is: Changeling is an excellent, singular and unforgettable film, and you should put it on your Netflix queue without delay.

Josh Loomis can’t always make it to the local megaplex, and thus must turn to alternative forms of cinematic entertainment. There might not be overpriced soda pop & over-buttered popcorn, and it’s unclear if this week’s film came in the mail or was delivered via the dark & mysterious tubes of the Internet. Only one thing is certain… IT CAME FROM NETFLIX.

IT CAME FROM NETFLIX! Doubt

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It’s a beautiful Friday outside in Doylestown, and before I dive back into a pile of legitimate work, let’s discuss a movie my wife and I thoroughly enjoyed viewing this week. The movie in question is Doubt, starring Meryl Streep, Philip Seymour Hoffman, and Amy Adams.

Meryl Streep & Philip Seymour Hoffman in 'Doubt'

Plays that become movies don’t have pulse-pounding action or glossy special effects to keep our attention. They rely entirely on the gravity of their situations and the capabilities of their actors. Mostly all a director has to do is set up the scenes and shoot from a couple different angles. There’s no harm in this approach, as Casablanca proves. It would be easy to make the result a wooden translation of the script, however, especially in when in the hands of the original author.

John Patrick Shanley doesn’t stick to his own stage directions. He brings his work to life on the screen with poise and aplomb, letting his actors animate their roles without tying them to the stage. Here and there, we feel the touch of a true filmmaker rather than a playwright behind their first camera. There are a few shots that are breathtaking in their artistry, underscored not by the lines spoken but rather the fact that they are silent. When words are spoken, it’s clear that every one counts. The pace of the film is slow and deliberate, which might be a turn-off to some viewers, but it lays a foundation for solid storytelling.

Doubt is set in the Bronx a year after President Kennedy’s assassination and focuses on an interplay with a Catholic church between a stoic, traditionalist nun, Sister Aloysius (Streep) and the forward-thinking compassionate priest of the same parish, Father Flynn (Hoffman). When allegations of an inappropriate relationship between Father Flynn and a young black boy are raised, we are given no clear evidence that leads us to guilt or innocence. These individuals, and the institution they serve, are painted in shades of gray rather than black and white. Sister Aloysius is doing the right thing in investigating the possibility of Father Flynn’s indiscretion, but her zealotry evokes the crusading fervor of the Spanish Inquisition. Father Flynn has a sense of humor and conveys real personality, but Shakespeare’s Hamlet taught us “one may smile, and smile, and be a villain.” Make no mistake, folks: these actors are two of the very finest of our time, and they could power the television with the electricity of their shared scenes alone. Even when they are not speaking, the things that go unspoken between them are louder than every explosion Michael Bay could ever hope to cram into a movie. Amy Adams’s Sister James is terrified of the implications of these two titans doing battle, and every element of the film, from the direction to the acting to the music and scenery cast doubt upon the characters, and ourselves, masterfully.

This is a well-written, intellectual mystery that delivers drama, power and emotion without needing a single gunshot or autopsy scene. Some movies ask you to check your brain at the door, and others let you keep it in your head for a bit then have you bid it a tearful farewell as the action ramps up towards the ear-shattering climax. Doubt grabs hold of your brain and doesn’t let go until long after the movie’s over. The lack of action might cause some people to give it a miss, but I honestly feel those people are missing out on something great. If you’re a fan of any sort of crime drama, put Doubt on your queue and bump it to the front. You will not be disappointed.

Josh Loomis can’t always make it to the local megaplex, and thus must turn to alternative forms of cinematic entertainment. There might not be overpriced soda pop & over-buttered popcorn, and it’s unclear if this week’s film came in the mail or was delivered via the dark & mysterious tubes of the Internet. Only one thing is certain… IT CAME FROM NETFLIX.

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