Film Capsule: Grand Piano

Eugenio Mira is a director who understands the difference between a ticking suitcase and a bomb exploding. And he uses that difference to his advantage throughout the movie Grand Piano. Here we find a slice of Old Hollywood – a Hitchcockian thriller, featuring a lead character named Selznick, with a wink and a nod to Citizen Kane. Add a new Chicago looking old along with an opening theme right out of The Untouchables, and, conceptually, Grand Piano has a lot of good things working in its favor.

But a critical gap exists between pitch and execution, and the longer Grand Piano lingers on (which is only 90 minutes, by the way), the more implausible its lead character choices become. Tom Selznick (Elijah Wood) goes from making really dumb decisions, to making really smart decisions, to making inconceivably stupid decisions. During the first half-hour, Selznick is motivated by fear, during the second half-hour, self-preservation, and during the final half-hour, whatever Mira needs to keep the storyline afloat. It’s a common pitfall wherever big-screen thrillers are concerned. The writer and director work so hard on airtight set-up, they wind up sacrificing credibility down the road. Think Silent House, or House of Games, or even the final episode of Lost.

Grand Piano succeeds in mimicking the style and  tradition of Alfred Hitchcock. Mira employs an entire litany of Hitch standards including: psychedelic lighting, jagged camera angles, split-screens and The Vertigo Effect. But Mira fails to adjust integral plot points in accordance with the times. Back in 1959, moviegoers might’ve been willing to accept the real-world ineptitude of a North by Northwest. But expectations have evolved, and so too have storytellers’ ability to oblige. This isn’t the case toward the end of Grand Piano, a movie which may be entitled to a pass specifically because it’s an homage to early thrillers.

Finally, a word about the casting, as this represents a glaring oversight, to say the least. Elijah Wood is almost invisible as the leading man, a well-coiffed body in a board-stiff suit that’s performance – above and beyond playing the piano – feels equally starched. John Cusack, meanwhile, in his current pursuit of playing villainous men, seems completely out of place. The same can be said for a lot of the lead players, a dynamic which causes one to wonder how much better Grand Piano might’ve been with ample casting.

All told, Grand Piano is still an entertaining throwback, so long as one accepts it on those terms. A great deal of work went into synchronicity (Eugenio Mira’s also a talented composer), and, as such, Mira has tapped into a wellspring worth exploring. A little tightening on the story and some slightly better casting, and this director might be looking at a breakthrough down the road.

(Grand Piano is currently available via iTunes and OnDemand. It arrives in theaters on March 7th.)

Laird Hamilton on Civil Disobedience (2013)

“There’s a great quote that says, ‘Disobedience is the true foundation of liberty.’ I have children, and we always say the thing that makes kids hard to raise will probably make them great adults. But it’s all that defiance and all those things that society doesn’t want to recognize, or agree with. It’s kind of like they want you to go get in a line, walk over there and go through that door and ‘We’ll tell you what to do,’ and, ‘No, you can’t do that.’ I remember growing up and having teachers tell me, ‘Y’know, you’re not going to be anything,’ ‘You can’t surf for a living,’ ‘You can’t eat your surfboard.’ I mean, I heard it all. But that’s the time when you have to decide if you want to try to live for yourself or you want to try to live for other people.”

(From interview conducted by best-selling author Jake Ducey.)

‘Before Nausea’: A Case Somewhat For – But Mostly Against – The Most Pretentious Trilogy of All-Time

SONY-BDOS-01_Onesheet4.16.13_Layout 1Less than seven minutes in I could sense there would be trouble. The opening scene took place in a rail car – scattered riders, mostly German. There was a French girl, then an American, both of them en route from Budapest to Vienna. Every passenger appeared either isolated or antagonized. This was, I assumed, an attempt at demonstrating how the entire world gets lost in translation. Only it smacked of condescension, and the ringing got much worse from there.

Over the course of a five-hour trilogy, Richard Linklater included enough intellectual name-dropping to put Woody Allen’s oeuvre to shame: Apollo, W.H. Auden, Honore de Balzac, Marlon Brando, Albert Einstein, Euripides, Sigmund Freud, Mahatma Gandhi, Mikhail Gorbachev, Vaclav Havel, Ernest Hemingway, Joan of Arc, Elia Kazan, Martin Luther King, Medea, Henry Miller, Sylvia Plath, Django Reinhardt, Georges Seurat, William Shakespeare, Socrates, Dylan Thomas, Leo Tolstoy, Lech Walesa, Thomas Wolfe … Holy Fuck!

I mean, imagine, if you will, how intolerable it might be to sit across from anyone who would insist on cramming all those names into a dialogue?

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Film Capsule: The Pretty One

Jake Johnson is a comer, a guaranteed presence via every movie he’s appeared in. Generally cast as either the cool-ass Bro (Safety Not Guaranteed) or platonic No (Drinking Buddies), Johnson also plays a recurring character in the FOX sitcom, New Girl. He’s got a voiceover in The Lego Movie (opening this weekend), and a significant role in Colin Trevorrow’s Jurassic World (slated for release in June of 2015).

Like I said: “Jake Johnson = comer.”

Unfortunately, Johnson also plays the only sympathetic character in Jenee LaMarque’s The Pretty One – a schizophrenic indie romp featuring Zoe Kazan in dual roles (a career choice twice as bad). The Pretty One‘s writing is stale, the story’s macabre, and you’re constantly distracted by that fat dude from Zodiac. Regardless, Mr. Johnson comes off swimmingly. I mean, he always does. The dude is just a pro.

(The Pretty One arrives in limited release this coming Friday.)