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this year’s Oscar Dinner

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Every year, The Movie Gourmet watches the Oscars while enjoying a meal inspired by the Best Picture nominees. You can read more at Oscar Dinner.

Here is my menu for Oscar Dinner 2012.

COCKTAILS AND STARTERS

First,  The Artist inspired both strawberries (George Valentin was breakfasting on strawberries while avoiding his wife’s glare) and whiskey (George later downs more than his share).

From Moneyball, we have a ballpark hot dog.

DINNER

Fried chicken from The Help and turnips (remember the ruined crop?) from War Horse.  This also kinda fits with the 50s meat-and-potatoes fare that Jessica Chastain was serving up to Brad Pitt in The Tree of Life.

When George Clooney and Shailene Woodley show up at the beach bungalow in The Descendants, wine is offered.  And we have selected a French wine, a Bordeaux that Michael Sheen in Midnight in Paris can continue to prattle on about.

DESSERT

From Hugo, we have one of the stolen croissants he subsisted upon (although we bought our croissant) served with some of the jam made by the Niels Arestrup character in War Horse.

We are bypassing the most obvious choice on the movie menu – Minnie’s chocolate pie from The Help.  Instead, The Wife is making a Big Apple pie for Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close.


Looking foward to this year’s Oscar Dinner

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The Movie Gourmet's culinary tribute to 127 HOURS and WINTER'S BONE

Every year, The Movie Gourmet watches the Oscars while enjoying a meal inspired by the Best Picture nominees. For example, last year’s highlight was the ice sculpture of severed hands for 127 Hours and Winter’s Bone. We also had Appletinis for The Social Network, cowboy beans for True Grit, and steak and organic roast vegetable salad with a Petite Syrah from The Kids Are All Right. (I decided not to skin my own squirrel for Winter’s Bone and not to recycle my urine for 127 Hours.)  You get the idea and you can read more at Oscar Dinner.

The pickins are slimmer this year, but fortunately I have found food and/or beverages referenced in or inspired by the Best Picture nominees.

You may remember George Valentin’s uneasy breakfast with his wife in The Artist, or the ruined crop in War Horse, or Jessica Chastain serving up some 50s  fare to Brad Pitt in The Tree of Life.  One thing for sure:  Minnie’s chocolate pie from The Help will make an appearance!

 

Thin Ice: Fargo Lite

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Thin Ice is the Fargoesque story of a sleazy Wisconsin insurance agent whose small scam spins into a major crime.  By the time that he gets into real trouble, he has already lied to everyone in his life so often, that no help is available.

Greg Kinnear plays the ethically challenged agent who is always “on”; if he asks you the time, you know that he is trying to turn your money into his money.   Literally.

Kinnear is excellent, as is Alan Arkin as the old farmer that he is trying to fleece.  Billy Crudup plays the psycho ex-con who becomes Kinnear’s unwelcome partner in crime.  David Harbour shines as go-getter young salesman.  So does Lea Thompson as Kinnear’s soon-to-be-ex-wife and Bob Balaban as a fastidious luthier (look it up if you have to).  And keep your eye on Michelle Arthur, who plays Kinnear’s long suffering secretary.

Thin Ice is entertaining while Kinnear gets more and more entangled in his own web of lies and the pressure builds.  The final reveal at the end (a loooong eight minutes or so of exposition) is kinda lame, and doesn’t stand up to the top films in the genre.  Still, it’s a harmless and fun diversion.

Movies to See This Week

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Oscar nominated Berenice Bejo in (and married in real life to the Oscar nominated director of) THE ARTIST

It’s Oscar Weekend, your chance to catch up with the magical silent romance The Artist, Director Alexander Payne’s (Sideways) family drama The Descendants with George Clooney, Martin Scorsese’s revelatory 3D tale Hugo, the rockem sockem thriller The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, and the searing and brilliantly constructed Iranian drama A Separation.

Safe House is a fine paranoid action spy thriller with Denzel Washington and the director’s pedal jammed to the floor.  Thin Ice is a Fargo Lite diversion.

I have also commented on Steven Spielberg’s War Horse, the sex addiction drama Shame, the biopic The Iron Lady, the very odd fable Albert Nobbs, the feminist action thriller Haywire and Ralph Fiennes’ contemporary adaption of Shakespeare’s Coriolanus.

I haven’t yet seen the Woody Harrelson police corruption thriller Rampart, which opens this weekend.  You can read descriptions and view trailers of upcoming films at Movies I’m Looking Forward To.

My DVD pick of (last) week is Drive starring Ryan Gosling, a stylishly violent noir tale unfolding on a brilliantly filmed canvas.

The Screenplay for a Silent Movie

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You might ask what the script of a silent movie looks like.  Well, here’s the screenplay for The Artist, a film with only three lines of spoken dialogue (and a fourth line while the credits roll).  BTW in a silent movie, the cards that pop up between live action shots are called “intertitles”.

Here is the complete screenplay.

And here is an excerpt:

In the crowd, a young woman right at the front is staring at him in rapture. She drops her bag and, as she bends to pick it up, a swell in the crowd pushes her underneath the arms of the policeman in front of her, out of the crowd and into George. She stares at him, more in love than ever, delighted to be there. The police wait for someone to give orders. George doesn’t quite know what to do. Nobody moves. The young woman finally bursts out laughing, which, after a moment of shock, causes George to laugh too, thus placating the cops and tacitly signaling to the photographers that they can take pictures of the scene. The flashes seem to lend the woman self-confidence who, in a very carefree manner, begins to clown about in front of them. George is delighted at the sight, by the whole scene and, realizing this, the young woman steals a kiss. Flash. The image becomes static, then dissolves into the printed picture on the front page of “The Hollywood Reporter” newspaper, along with three other pictures of the scene and the headline WHO’S THAT GIRL?

Safe House: crashes, bangs, thrills and Denzel

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Safe House, the first big Hollywood movie of 2012, is a fine paranoid spy thriller.  Ryan Reynolds is a green but determined CIA agent who finds himself isolated in South Africa and forced to bring in rogue superspy Denzel Washington.  Like Hannibal Lector, Denzel’s character Tobin Frost over matches everyone he faces; it takes entire teams of elite commandos to trap and transport Frost, so Reynolds has his hands full. Not to mention that more teams of elite commandos keep popping up, trying to kill them both.  Swedish director Daniel Espinosa keeps his pedal jammed to the floor, and this two hour movie flashes by in what seems like 90 minutes.

It takes a screen presence like Denzel’s to make Tobin Frost, with his unique mix of charisma, menace and lethal skills, credible.   Reynolds holds up well against Denzel, and the always excellent Vera Farmiga, Brendan Gleeson and Sam Shepherd round out the cast.

I wouldn’t rate Safe House at the very top of the genre.  Espinosa didn’t take advantage of the opportunity to flesh out the characters played by Farmiga, Gleeson and Shepherd, who all end up playing oft-recycled types.  And there are some holes in the plot that you’ll recognize in the few moments when you can catch your breath (See spoiler below the trailer).

But the action and thrills are there, and the extremely well-paced Safe House is a satisfying watch.

 

Spoiler alert:  Since the CIA knows about Reynolds’ girlfriend, why don’t they kidnap her or at least tap her phone to help them track down Reynolds?

Best Shakespeare Movies

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After suggesting Franco Zeffirelli’s Romeo and Juliet for Valentine’s Day and commenting on the current release Coriolanus, I decided to make a list of Best Shakespeare Movies.  You may be surprised at who makes my list – and who doesn’t.

Filmmakers have advantages not available to Shakespeare.  They can depict realistic combat in the battle scenes.  They can add sex and nudity to romance.  And they can enhance  Macbeth‘s witches and visions with trippy special effects.

The actor and director Kenneth Branagh is the best modern interpreter of Shakespeare (and shows up on this list three times).   Branagh gives us a Henry V that is not just a Dead White Guy, but a young and impulsive king, fueled more by personal ambition and testosterone than national interest.  Here is Branagh’s charismatic St. Crispin’s Day speech from his Henry V.

For Presidents’ Day: the Lincoln movie

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Daniel Day-Lewis in LINCOLN

In late December, we’ll see a movie about perhaps the greatest American made by perhaps our greatest filmmaker.    Steven Spielberg is directing Lincoln, based on Doris Kearn Goodwin’s absorbing Team of Rivals: The Political Genius of Abraham Lincoln.

Daniel Day-Lewis and Sally Field play the Lincolns.  The dazzling cast includes Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Tommy Lee Jones, Jared Harris, Jackie Earle Haley, Hal Holbrook, John Hawkes, James Spader, Bruce McGill, David Straithern, Tim Blake Nelson, Walton Goggins (Justified) and Dakin Mathews (the horse trader in True Grit).

The Help: a waste of great actresses

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Viola Davis in THE HELP

Well, given the upcoming Oscars, I should weigh in on The Help and its four Oscar nominations.  Based on the well-received novel by Kathryn Stockett, it is the story of black maids raising white children amid the hatefully poisonous racism of 1963 Jackson, Mississippi.  Unfortunately, the film is overlong, plodding and wastes the talents of an unholy multitude of our greatest actresses.

I am told by The Wife that the characters in the novel are full and textured.  The problem with the movie is that the characters are cartoonish cardboard cutouts of real people.  Unfortunately, Stockett’s novel was adapted by director Tate Taylor, and he stripped any hint of nuance or ambiguity from virtually every role.  Octavia Spencer and Allison Janney play characters that have a mix of human virtues and foibles.  But the rest of the awesome cast – Olivia Davis, Bryce Dallas Howard, Jessica Chastain, Cecily Tyson, Sissy Spacek, Mary Steenburgen and Emma Stone – must play either saints or bitches.

Davis and Spencer are nominated for acting Oscars, and I wish them well.  But here’s a baffler – Chastain is a brilliant actress who has delivered not one but FIVE superb performances this year (Take Shelter, The Tree of Life, The Debt, Coriolanus, Texas Killing Fields), yet she is nominated for the one role written so broadly that she is obviously acting (The Help).