Showing posts with label Ed Zwick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ed Zwick. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 08, 2011

1518 - About Last Night...

This was the exact kind of film I wanted to see tonight!  Over the last few days I've been fiercely jotting down notes for a new project and this couldn't have come at a better time to fuel additional inspiration.  I've heard about this film over the years, but especially when Love and Other Drugs came out since it was Zwick's return to the relationship film.
Essential it's about two people, comfortable with the single scene, trying to make a go at a relationship.  I have to say that I enjoyed Rob Lowe and Demi Moore a great deal better than I had originally expected.  The writing is superb here - not being familiar with Mamet's play I don't know how much it taken from that and how much original - but I have to say that it's no surprise that this film is up for a remake - it's as relevant today as it was when it was first made.  I don't think any long-term couple could look at this film and not see some variation of an argument they'd had or a conversation they'd gone through.  It taps into stuff primal about relationships.
If I have to be brutal I think that the film is a bit longer than it needs to be.  I couldn't tell you what I'd cut out, but despite loving the film, I couldn't help it dragging in the middle a bit.  I liked Belushi and Perkins here as well - but I found their characters (the token friends AKA 'voice of the opposition') to be a little heavy handed and expositionally on-the-nose.   Don't give me wrong, I think they're both doing the best with what they're given, I just think that they could have been rooted in something a little more real and gritty like our heroes.  
I'm glad I saw this - for those who haven't and like relationship films, this one is a keeper.  Just don't judge it based on it's soundtrack.  Now there's something that didn't age well... :)

Sunday, January 30, 2011

1511 - Love and Other Drugs

I wanted to see this film for several reasons.  Mostly because this is the kind of film that I just suck up.  I'm a big fan of films about relationships, and ultimately people who struggle with them.  Sure I love a good blow-up as much as anyone, and I love films of all genres in general, but nothing gets me more excited than a film about people struggling with love.  I realize how un-guyly that makes me.  I could care less.  Another of the reasons has a lot to do with the cast.  Jake is great, always liked him - but Anne Hathaway is someone who I think is a megastar in terms of her ability to get into the skin of a character and just 'be'.  She is phenomenal.  It would be so easy to go over-the-top with a role like this, but she finds these amazing moments of restraint while at the same time having a lot of fun with it when it's appropriate.
So, what's the film about you might be asking...  Without giving away too much it's essentially a love story about two people looking for anything but a love story.  Jake is a pharmaceutical rep and Anne is a woman who has a very serious illness - the kind that is not going to get better as time goes on.  And so it takes a hard look and asks difficult questions.  Would you want to spend the rest of your life with someone that you have to take care of?  Or can you accept the fact that you're going to have to be taken care of by someone else?  It's the kind of questions that make the problems in most love stories look extremely trivial by comparison.  This film doesn't attack, but raises a lot of questions about medication in our society and how the system works.  It doesn't cast judgment so much as it presents a point of view.
Needless to say, I really liked this film and I'll be revisiting it at some point.  Emily felt it to be a bit too long, but I didn't notice.  Ebert's review said that it had script/tone issues in that it felt like a screwball comedy that got a bit too serious and lost it's way.  Again, I never had a problem with it.  It made me laugh, it made me care, and it even got me a little emotional at the end.  I blame you, Anne Hathaway, you magnificent bastard, you.