Saturday, December 27, 2008

Barnes at the Movies: The Spirit

The Spirit is the solo directorial debut of comics mad genius Frank Miller, following up his co-directorial credential of his creator owned property Sin City.  Miller as a screenwriter and director introduced a genre I have yet to encounter:  campy noir.

The Spirit is based off the character and comic book of the same name written and drawn not by Miller, but his contemporary and funny book deity Will Eisner.  Those of you who are familiar with the Spirit character/story and expect tight correlation with the source material will have to save your breath.  Among the numerous creative liberties, the Octopus (Samuel L. Jackson ) was never even seen in the comic book aside from his "Mickey Mouse" gloves.  But we are not talking about whether the movie is true to its source, we are talking about the work on its own merit.

Gabriel Macht plays The Spirit, the masked, fedora donned crusader of Central City with an innate ability to heal from fatal wounds and escape the clutches of death (personified as a woman named Lorelei played by Jaime King).  The Spirit attempts to foil and put an end to the criminal kingpin, The Octopus and his right hand woman, Silken Floss (Scarlett Johannson).  While on the hunt for the Octopus, he must also contend with the return of Sand Saref (the "what-God-have-I-pleased?" Eva Mendes) a childhood love of the Spirit's true identity, Denny Colt, who is a renowned jewel thief.  With the often-frustrating, but genuine support of Commissioner Dolan and the commish's daughter, Ellen, can the Spirit over come his emotions involving Sand, defeat the Octopus, and come to terms with the source of his powers?

Gabriel Macht is confusing as the Spirit.  It's hard for me to judge his performance and line delivery since his character is so hard boiled yet his lines are so comical.  I have a hard time figuring out how he delivered the line "I'm gonna kill you all sorts of dead" without a smirk on his face.  It's not that he's not a capable actor, but with the material it's hard to tell what supposed to be a joke or what's supposed to be gritty.

All the women in the film are dressed in tight clothes, cleavage spilling and backsides peeking out under their skirts.  Johannson's Floss is the most entertaining with her deadpan delivery and ridiculous outfits that make her look like the world's strictest, sexiest librarian.  I'd pay the overdue fees gladly.  Mendes does a decent job as Sand and the rest of the female cast deliver decent performances, but make no mistake, the women in this film are for image first and acting second.  There is so much eye candy, your eyes will get diabetes.

The scene stealer is Sam Jackson, whose Octopus is Jules from Pulp Fiction with the volume and silliness turned up to the max.  The outfits and the character's odd fascination with eggs are as gonzo as anything Hunter S. Thompson has ever experienced.

The real star of the film is none of the actors, but the CG and cinematography.  The film is very artsy and an a visual orgy of distortion, faded colors, harsh black and white, soft lighting, and striking colors.  By the trailers and everything else, it begs to be compared to Sin City in terms of the look and, quite frankly, it totally rips off the style, however there are scenes that splash with color.  I'm just impressed that they were able to flow in color in and out so seamlessly that it doesn't take the audience out the film.  It just fits.

To nit-pick, the dialogue is fairly corny and sounds like what Frank Miller would write if he was asked to make Sin City a comedy.  The fight scenes are over the top and downright goofy which make you wonder what you were watching (Watch out for the toilet).  Fans of comic books can definitely tell this has Miller's mark all over it due to his then-revolutionary-counter-comic-culture-now-geez-Frank-this-again sexy vixens, hardcore violence, and random Nazi paraphernalia.  Comic fans will also enjoy certain references to the comic book culture (Miller acts in the beginning of the film and a truck reading "Ditko Deliveries" named after esteemed artist Steve Ditko frequents the movie).  It's hard to discern the mood that Miller is trying to get by making such a dark looking film with moments of gritty inner monologues while contrasting it with the slapsticky fights and cheese.  

Is it a good movie?  No, but it's not a bad movie.  If you want striking images and look at film as an artistic medium, The Spirit is a great film visually and shows how art and technology have truly intertwined.  As a story, it's brainless and there is a lot of smiling and nodding with the plot.  Is it fun?  Well, it depends on your definition of fun.  I can turn off my brain and enjoy the visuals, artistic or exploitive.  If you can't, then it probably isn't for you.

Vacation...now what?

So in a few weeks, I'm going on a short four day break... but I don't know what I should do with my time.  So please comment, email, and facebook me any suggestions you may have.  Two things though:
1.  No suggestions regarding flying (can't afford a plane ticket right now)
2.  No car trips longer than 2 1/2 hours.

So please, do give me some tips.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Merry Christmas...in January, February, March, etc.

So I am working on Christmas and I won't be spending it with my family in Ohio, except possibly via Skype, but I'm not bothered by it.  Christmas isn't a big deal.

Sure we spend it giving gifts to our friends...but we should do that when we want to make them special regardless of time of year.

We also spread the message of good cheer to our fellow man...but we can do that every day.

We like to participate in charities, toy drives, and food bank replenishings...but they need help 11 other months in the year.

We reconnect with various extended family members...which we could do with a phone call or scheduled visit. 

We tell our immediate family members how much they matter to us...but we can and should do that daily.

We go out of our way as a community to provide fun activities for kids...which needs no provocation or reason.

We go to church...which could be a weekly instead of an annual tradition.

We celebrate the birth of Christ...which shouldn't be pigeonholed on December 25th and could be celebrated daily.

I guess my point is that Christmas is something that needs to be practiced and celebrated every day of the year and not just focused the period between Thanksgiving and New Years Day.  Christmas should not be special.  It should become ordinary.  Imagine how the world would be when Christmas is something practiced so frequently that it is taken for granted.  

So I wish you all a Merry Christmas...every day of the week.




Wednesday, December 03, 2008

Thoughts from a Hugger

My name is Erik Barnes and I am a hugger.  I'm not afraid to admit it.  I hug indiscriminately.  Relatives, women, men, kids, and sometimes strangers.  I hug.  It may not be macho, but it's me.

I like all kinds of hugs.  The open armed embrace.  The "bro-clasped-hands-pull-in" hug.  The old friend embrace complete with the three-pat "I'm-not-gay" on the back.  The tight, near-death clutch for when a person is depressed or leaving.  The tight "welcome back" hug.  The lovers' blanket.  I've done them all and they are all special.

Is this important to me or merely a preference?  After spending year in Florida, I've come to realize that hugs are not just important to me.  I need them.

In Ohio growing up, my parents spoiled me with them.  For every scraped knee, Christmas "thank you," hurt feeling, shared joy, crippling depression, or "just because" there was hug from both of them.  It also expanded to my friends.  Whenever dark secrets were told, embarrassing stories exposed, pains revealed, happy or sad tears are shed, or "come-here-you-big-lug" was uttered a hug wasn't too far behind.

But here?  I've noticed myself change, as we all do.  I found myself progressing and growing forward in positive directions, but still a little down a good chunk of the past year.  Last week, one of my new friends surprised me with a hug.  It felt...foreign.  I liked it and welcomed it, but I didn't have human contact like that in so long that it was as if it was the first time.

For me, hugs are necessary.  Obviously not make others uncomfortable or force it upon them, but they are necessary.  I guess a hug is like an anchor for me.  The person grabbing me is keeping me to the earth, preventing me from being drifted away  due to my nearly endless thoughts, concerns, ideas, anxieties, worries, and guilt.  The hug gives me pause, reflection, and lets me know that another person knows, understands, and wakes me from my murky gloom or adds to the joy I have.  This non-verbal gesture says more than any written tongue can express.  At least, that's why I hug other people and let others hug me.

People have their quirks.  I guess that's one of mine.