Showing posts with label James Franco. Show all posts
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Monday, April 20, 2015

True Story



**Spoiler Alert**

Director: Rupert Goold/Starring: James Franco, Jonah Hill, Felicity Jones and Gretchen Mol

The inevitable comparisons to the film Capote and Truman Capote's book In Cold Blood will no doubt plague director Rupert Goold's True Story, which, like Capote's masterpiece, is based on fact. But unlike the aforementioned book, Goold's film is less compelling and can't forge an identity that would have us forget Capote's book or the film starring Phillip Seymour Hoffman.

The cast certainly shows up and is quite good. Jonah Hill, James Franco and Felicity Jones aren't merely along for the ride; they carry the film on their shoulders.

Based on former New York Times columnist Michael Finkel's memoir of the same name, True Story is the story of how the journalist became involved with the convicted murderer Christian Longo and how their literary relationship derailed in the process.

As we see in the film, Finkel (Jonah Hill) finds himself without a job and essentially a blacklisted journalist after an article he wrote for the New York Times was deemed fraudulent. Finkel was accused of attributing several interviews from multiple sources to a single interviewee. In spite of Finkel's reasonable defense of his act, he finds his editors and the journalistic community cannot overlook his ethical breach; his good intentions notwithstanding.

Finkel returns to his wife and home in Montana after being fired from his position. As he desperately tries to submit ideas for articles to the print media in an attempt to recover and maybe rehabilitate his soiled reputation, he finds no takers.

While Finkel contends with his diminished career status, he learns that a man named Christian Longo (James Franco), who is accused of murdering his own wife and kids, has been impersonating him. Intrigued by what a killer might be doing claiming to be a famous/infamous journalist, Finkel travels to the prison facility in Oregon to meet his impersonator.

As Finkel sits before the accused, he listens as Longo's explanation carries a whiff of adulation and flattery for the journalist, which isn't lost on Finkel. Finkel sees Longo's position as not much different than his own and becomes sympathetic. Longo insists he is innocent of his alleged crimes while Finkel believes he too has been judged harshly; by his journalist peers and the news media.

Finkel hits on the idea of writing a book about Longo's case, which he believes could help free the accused and restore his own reputation as a journalist. As Finkel secures a hefty advance for the book, Longo grants him exclusive access to his tragic story.

And as Finkel becomes wrapped up in the book, he sees his wife Jill (Felicity Jones) less and less. Though she knows her husband's book is meant to help exonerate Longo, she begins to see the accused for what he is: a master manipulator who won't accept his own guilt. Finkel, dazzled by the promise of literary success and career rehabilitation, driven by his belief in his subject's innocence and an empathetic regard for Longo's beleaguered state, refuses to believe what may most likely be the truth.

Much of the drama is propelled by the scenes of Finkel and Longo's conversations. Longo's insistence that he is innocent assumes plausibility in Franco's persuasive performance. Audiences may forget how terrific Franco can be in dramatic roles as he certainly is here. Hill has established himself as something more than a comedic actor. His deft performance demonstrates how a seasoned journalist like Finkel might be prey to a master manipulator. The two actors are quite good, as is Jones, though her character is unfortunately more peripheral.

As Longo begins to infiltrate Finkel's life in subtle, sinister ways, Jill finds her husband is becoming more more distant. She also finds herself being manipulated when she happens to speak to Longo on the phone one day when her husband is out. Later, in a face-to-face conversation in the prison facility, she lets Longo know in subtle terms that he is guilty as accused and she is not his psychological pawn.

Finkel's book deal begins to waver when Longo makes both a plea of innocence and guilt in an open court. Finkel is naturally infuriated as he wonders why Longo would jeopardize his own case and the book in pleading guilty to half of the murders.

The closer the film comes to the actual trial, the more suspect becomes Longo's claim of innocence. The film climaxes with Longo's trial, where his true nature becomes conspicuous and his spell on Finkel is dispelled.

As previously stated, the film, though based on true events, doesn't succeed in making the case riveting. Strong performances are a plus but I couldn't help but think that story/film suffered in comparison to Capote and as mentioned, Capote's book. We've seen it all before; the cunning con making a fool of the journalist. A true story shouldn't play as a cliche onscreen.

Even the idea of truth's relativism is hardly new.

The film should have been a fascinatingly dark, psychological melee but its ambitions remain stubbornly tethered to what is on the page.

This is Goold's first feature film. He shows some promise as a storyteller and may surprise us in the future with something more powerful. True Story isn't a bad film, just one that fails to launch.

Monday, July 14, 2014

Third Person



**Spoiler Alert**

Director: Paul Haggis/Starring: Liam Neeson, Olivia Wilde, Adrian Brody, Mila Kunis, James Franco, Maria Bello, Kim Basinger, Loan Chabanol and Moran Atias

I wasn't a fan of Haggis' Oscar-winning film Crash; I found it overrated, over-cooked and underwritten and I have to say I had the same reaction to Third Person. Both boast show-offy multiple character plots which occasionally intersect but seem forced and often phony. His new film has an impressive cast and exciting locations: Rome, Paris and New York. Beautiful people in beautiful locations. Should be enough, right?

Liam Neeson plays Michael, a Pulitzer-prize winning author who is having an affair with a beautiful, younger woman named Anna (Olivia Wilde) who is both repelled by and attracted to the writer. As a writer herself, her interest in Michael isn't relegated to romance; she also seeks his authorial approbation, which he is reluctant to give after reading a short story she has submitted to him. Meanwhile, Michael is estranged from his wife Elaine (Kim Basinger) though he talks to her almost daily. She is well-aware of his affair with Anna but refuses to abandoned the marriage.

Another story is set in Rome, where a shady businessman Scott (Adrian Brody) steals fashion designs from top Italian designers for knock-offs manufactured in sweat-shops. He becomes involved with a gypsy woman (a culture known more appropriately as Roma) named Monika (Moran Atias), whose daughter is being held by Romanians. To get her daughter back, she must come up with 5,000 euros or risk her 8 year-old becoming a prostitute. Scott offers to help and in doing so, becomes hopelessly entangled in the dangerous effort to recover her daughter. As the story develops, it becomes increasingly clear Scott may be the target of an elaborate scam though he has fallen in love with Monika.

In yet another story, Mila Kunis' Julia is battling James Franco's Rick for visitation rights for her son, whose life she unintentionally imperiled when she demonstrated how he could possibly suffocate playing with a sleeping-bag. Though Rick is adamant about Julia not seeing the boy, Rick's girlfriend Sam sympathizes with the mother and eventually aids in her attempt to see him. Julia is her own worst enemy, as she can't hold a job for any period of time and is generally a mess. Assisting her legally is Theresa (Maria Bello); a tough, pragmatic lawyer who has little patience for Julia's irresponsibility.

You know Haggis will somehow have the various storylines and characters mingle in many contrived, unnatural ways. When Julia, working as a maid, scribbles an important address of where she is to meet her lawyer and Rick for a custody hearing, she accidentally leaves the paper in the hotel room, which just happens to be Michael's. He uses the same paper to write down his wife's phone number, which falls into Anna's hands then ultimately, back into Julia's later. Haggis works hard to make all this seem seamless, but like Crash, it screams overwrought plotting.

It also becomes strange when we know Julia is working in the Parisian hotel where Michael and Anna are keeping rooms though her custody hearing is in New York. This isn't a filmmaker's embarassing flub but another plot device too clever for its own good. How she can be in two places at once becomes clear later in the film, as does the other oddities in the story. What also is brought to light is why the stories all share a common theme of children in extremis.

It is Michael and Anna's story that serves as the sun in this solar system. Michael's head-games, in which Anna is a willing participant, begin to grow tiresome as the two lovers are on again, off again while his wife pleads for his return. We also learn Anna has been hiding a secret; one that offers a cliched explanation as to why she prefers older men like Michael. It comes off as cheap Freudian fallback and is an eye-roller.

Eventually everything and everyone is absorbed in the denouement which is one more Haggis-ism I couldn't endure. I guess I give him points for the attempt.

Because the stories are labored, many of the actor's performances appear over-boiled, but the the final scenes may explain that as well. Noone in the cast comes off as all that sincere though they try hard to sell their characters. Neeson, a very skilled actor, has trouble playing a convincing writer. Though his publisher informs him the quality of his writing has declined and finds his latest work unpublishable, he writes a chapter of new novel, which shamelessly co-opts his lover's personal life as content. This is all fine and good, but Michael's prose is so hackneyed, it couldn't even pose a qualitative challenge to Judith Krantz, though his publisher doesn't seem to notice.

I think Haggis would like to manage the multiple character/storylines with the skill, precision and power Altman once did in films like Nashville or Short Cuts. Unfortunately he lacks that directors unerring instinct for character and plausible, multiple plot streams.

When everything wrapped and the credits scrolled, I left the theater thinking how stunning Olivia Wilde looked, then I thought about what I needed from the A&P.