Monday, September 26, 2016

The Magnificent Seven (2016): the Good, the Bad, and the WHAT?!



Well, friends. I am here, with what promises to be an extensive read (on Tuesday, there will a be quiz on chapters three and four).

First up, I will offer a spoiler-free review for those who have not been to a screening yet. After that, there will be a more in-depth analysis, comparison, breakdown of feelings, deep thoughts, free-verse poetry, etc, etc.

 Spoiler-Free Section

First of all, I have been waiting for this movie with deep excitement. It has been a sad summer of movies, and this one was going to swoop in and entertain me to death. The original Magnificent Seven is practically perfect in every way and a personal top ten movie. I was not clamoring for a remake. When it was first announced with Tom Cruise playing the lead--I BOOED OUT LOUD. But, then Tom was out and Denzel was in, and I sat quietly and pondered my feelings. I was mostly cool with it. Then the cast announcements continued to roll in and I was completely on board (the loss of Wagner Moura somewhere in the process only slightly tampered my joy).

The trailer was released and I was filled with even more joy. A REAL BIG-BUDGET CLASSIC WESTERN WITH NO GENRE TWISTS IN SIGHT! (Cowboys vs. Aliens, I am still sad about you.) I was suspicious of their none-use of Elmer Bernstein's famous theme to promote the film, because that is 100% how you get me hyped on anything. (Side-note: My housemate has promised, in the event of my death, to carry an urn of my ashes into a memorial service to the Mag 7 theme, because then everyone will retroactively remember me being just a little more cool than I really am.)

But, then it premiered at TIFF and the reviews started rolling in, and even the few that I really trust, were just middling on the film. No one really HATED it, but no one was very excited either. And, I reacted reasonably to this news--

--by covering my hands over my ears and duh-duhduhduhing the theme song to myself and refusing to listen and repeating over and over, "I HAVE FAITH IN DENZEL. I HAVE FAITH IN DENZEL."

And, here we are today.

To be honest, I would have watched the Thursday night screening, but I roped myself into seeing it with other people. And because me living in a new place means people who want to hang out with me are scarce--I DON'T TURN AWAY SOCIAL ENGAGEMENTS WITH PEOPLE.

So, Sunday afternoon it was to be, and not a moment too soon, as I received this earlier today:


I take my responsibilities to my readers very seriously. I will not let you down (unless you're waiting for me to pick up on some series I started two years ago and/or write that post I keep promising, in which case, I will let you down).



My experience watching Magnificent Seven was a complex range of feelings, and I kept trying to watch it through the lense of its own individual movie--but I kept getting drawn back to comparisons to the previous film.

Because make no mistake, this film is both original and derivative. It is as if someone took apart the 1960 film, separated all the disparate elements, and then chose a few right here and a few right there and grafted them into a brand new framework.

The overarching theme and motivation of all characters has been changed, and it is certainly less cohesive here. That is not necessarily negative, and does certainly work well at many points, but ends up leaving the titular seven as a group of happenstance and convenience instead of purposeful.

However, what this film lacks in overall group cohesion, it makes up for in its individual characters. In this film, there is no character as willfully obnoxious and overacted as Horst Buchholz' Chico. Nor will there be any trouble trying to remember who that seventh guy is: aka there are no Brad Dexters in this cast ("I'll save you Chris!" *gets shot and dies without helping at all*).

That is not to say all the characters are fully developed (I will elaborate on that more in the spoilers area), or that motivations are always clear.

To be concise, I will say that the cast is excellent, even when the story fails them. Denzel glides effortlessly through life as usual, and is perfect. Lee Byung-hun and Ethan Hawke are also standouts.

No matter any failings of this film, Lee Byung-hun's Billy Rocks makes is clear that the knife-throwing guy is always the stealth hero by virtue of being the coolest (following in the footsteps of James Coburn's Britt and Miyaguchi Seiji's Kyūzō).

Now, I really need to go into extensive detail of this whole film and discuss, in particular, this character's glorious hair, so maybe come back after you've watched it.

So, should I go see it?  

A) If you are feeling the need for a delightful 1960s style western and also have never seen the 1960 film and don't mind some story issues here and there--go for it!  

B) If you know every line and beat of the 1960 film, and are feeling the need for a delightful 1960s western--proceed with caution, but probably still proceed. 

I DON'T KNOW. I'M STILL FEELING MY FEELINGS. I don't want to stop you from feeling those feelings too if you want to feel those feelings!

Onward!



WARNING: FULL OF SPOILERS, YELLING, CHEERING, BANGING FISTS AGAINST TABLES

First of all, I am handing out bonus points to this movie for the moment when Chris Pratt says, "Well, it looks like we've got a Mexican standoff." BECAUSE THAT IS MY FAVORITE DUMB WESTERN TROPE OF ALL TIME. However, I am also exacting negative points for the fact that it WASN'T EVEN AN ACTUAL MEXICAN STANDOFF. ugh. sheesh.

Now, the movie started off on a rather dour note. The entire church scene was depressing, and not in movie fun depressing way where it has to happen for cool stuff to happen in response. No, it was like, oh, these child characters are for sure traumatized, and hey Matt Bomer cameo you are for sure marked for death, and okay Peter Sarsgaard you have made an acting choice and I respect that but def not sure why you are playing your guy as a deranged psychotic CAPITALIST. (This movie isn't big on showing when they can YELL it at you in a unique accent instead.) Like Peter Sarsgaard's bad guy Bartholomew Bogue KNOWS he is a deranged bad guy, and has no choice but to derange it up.

And then the credits. And Walter Mirisch's name popped up as Executive Producer and that made me unreasonably happy.

And then we meet Denzel's Sam Chisolm, and Chris Pratt's Josh Faraday. They are roughly equivalent to Yul Brynner's Chris and Steve McQueen's Vin (full character comparison below). Their introduction is not even close to the all-time-classic hearse ride that Brynner and McQueen take, and instead involves a bar-room shootout. Whatevs. Already, the tone is changed from the 1960 film--and it continues to diverge.

In the original Magnificent Seven, the characters are gunfighters--men who live through their guns--who have become both obsolete to society and empty personally from years of killing. It actually takes quite some time into the film to see them shoot anyone dead.

Here, they start racking up the body-count quite early without a sense of the internal cost (there are some lines of dialogue here and there that do allude to it, and Ethan Hawke's character as a whole). This can be taken as negative in comparison with the original, but also the film was tackling entirely different themes.

Instead of a one unifying theme, it seems each character has their own orbital themes: revenge, prejudice, personal loss, looking for purpose, dealing with trauma, CAPITALISM IS YOUR GOD! (okay, Peter, calm down).

As interesting as these glimpses are, they are never fully worked out enough to provide understanding or motivation. This film gives both too much background and not enough.

I still have no clear understanding of what the bad guy was attempting to accomplish or why.

And I also didn't understand why these guys all joined together to form a group. Instead of 1960 Mag 7's search for normalcy or redemption, they just join together when Denzel tells them to join. Except for Red Harvest (heh! I see what you did there, screenwriter), the young Comanche played by Martin Sensmeier who literally just magically (ugh) pops up out of nowhere in the desert and tells Denzel (who speaks Comanche) that his elders told him that he would take a different path, and they share a deer's heart, and Red Harvest is part of the gang. That is the extent of what we learn from him and we also really don't hear from him ever again. Except when he kills the bad guy Comanche and tells him that he is a disgrace. okay.



I dearly appreciate the film's varied casting choices and inclusion of people of color (especially in comparison with the 1960 film which had two white men playing Mexicans, and another white man playing a Mexican-Irish man), but, unfortunately, in the case of Red Harvest, he comes off as more of a magical Native trope than a real person (Sensmeier does great work with what he has, however). And the juxtaposition of his character against the Comanche man who worked for Sarsgaard was jarring. It was a good Native versus bad Native with both given no character work aside from their visible "Nativeness."

Although, speaking of the bad Comanche, one subtle moment that interested me greatly was his part in killing Vincent D'Onofrio's Jack Horne. Horne is introduced as an infamous "Indian fighter" who used to make his living collecting US government bounty money for Native American scalps. That his death comes at the bow of a Native American is actually a more subtle and nuanced action than it suggests.






Jack Horne was an interesting character and also inspired Chris Pratt's line that made me laugh more than it should: "That bear is wearing human clothes." But, also D'Onofrio was doing the acting equivalent of wearing too many accessories, and he needed to look into the mirror and take one off. Maybe the disconcerting high-pitched voice. Like, definitely the disconcerting high-pitched voice.

So, anyway, back to the story. Chris Pratt's Josh is off killing people with magic tricks and Denzel's Sam is being hired by Haley Bennett's Emma. Bennett is the the filmmaker's attempt to insert a female presence into the story (almost completely lacking from the original aside from Horst the Worst's love interest). She was still side-lined anyway, but not more so than half the guys in the 7, so I don't know.

I do know that her outfits were 100% ridiculous and she was not well-protected from the sun at all.





The third to join the seven is Manuel García-Rulfo's Vasquez for reasons that don't completely make sense. He is wanted and Denzel promises not to go looking for him if he helps out, but Vasquez could have just shot him right there and been free to go, so WHO KNOWS.



I did really enjoy García-Rulfo's performance and he played off of Chris Pratt well. Although, I was extremely surprised that he was still alive at the end.

And then we meet Lee Byung-hun's Billy Rocks and Ethan Hawke's Goodnight Robicheaux in a scene similar to 1960's introduction of Britt. We also get to see Byung-hun's glorious hair THAT HE KEEPS A STINKIN KNIFE IN I CAN'T HANDLE IT I LOVE IT TOO MUCH but I also cannot find a photo of said hair in action. I am sorry. Here is a photo of him stabbing bags of hay instead.

And Ethan Hawke does an intriguing job as the gloriously named Goodnight Robicheaux. His performances is memorable and all, and that scene between Denzel and him about the Civil War was a character moment that I wish more of the 7 received. 


Also, am I just wildly speculating, or is Billy supplying Goodnight with drugs? 

Also, I LOVED Byung-hun's and Hawke's chemistry. Theirs was the most fascinating pairing, and their deaths cut me more than the others, but also they went out laughing about Goodnight's daddy "saying a lot of things" and that was perf. *don't cry, Millie, don't cry* 


And, then, there was that unexpected death. Christ Pratt's Josh was gonna be a survivor, I was sure. He wasn't a tragic figure, and he was also the Steve McQueen character, so I thought he'd live (along with Denzel's Sam and Red Harvest as my other guesses). His death was very surprising and a genuine twist for me. 


I have to say, Chris Pratt's performance did not always work for me. EEEEKKKK. I KNOW. I'M SORRY. I adore Chris Pratt (Andy Dwyer FOREVER), and he is versatile actor, but it didn't all work for me here. He was goofy, which did not fit the tone of most of the film, but then he also killed with ease and also called out Goodnight for being unable to shoot--and it just didn't ALL work for me. I think it's mostly flaws in the character and not Pratt though. And, he did get a pretty bombastic death.

AND THEN THERE'S DENZEL.
Denzel is perfect and can do no wrong and I love him. He was wonderful here, and he should be in more westerns. And the backstory was maybe a bit too much thrown into the stew pot, but he also sold the heck out of it and I don't care. And also, he did this cool move on his horse, and Denzel + that horse for life!
My final thoughts on this film (and dear lord I really have like three million more thoughts, but I am also very tired and my writing is slipping into non-descriptive monosyllable land): 


That Gatling gun was not fairplay western shootout.

Almost no movies should be longer than two hours, but also, I was entertained the entire running time.

Cinematography was gorgeous.

Score was lovely, but missing something.

The end credits were perfect AND USED BERNSTEIN'S THEME AND I GOT SUPER HYPED, BUT IT WAS TOO LATE BECAUSE THE MOVIE WAS OVER.

 CAPITALISM IS YOUR GOD!

Not a single Horst Buchholz in sight. *breaks down weeping for joy*

There is this moment where Red Harvest refuses to eat the meal put before him and refers to it suspiciously as "White man's food." I chuckled, because when I was living in Sierra Leone, I always had a few fruit leathers in my backpack. Aka it was the only snack I ate or shared with other people. But, most of the women I worked with didn't care for the fruit leather as I later learned, and SOMEONE started a rumour that it was the "white man's food that killed the Loko people" [an ethnic group in Northern Sierra Leone]. THANKS, MASERAY, I KNOW IT WAS YOU. *laughing crying face*

Also, after the movie, my friend was like, "I feel like seeing the original. Do you think it is on Netflix?"

Me internally: *keep calm, girl. Keep calm. Don't show extreme emotion. It's okay. You can do this. Be CASUAL. BE CASUAL.*

Me: "I mean, I actually own it on DVD, you know, but yeah."

Friend: "Really?!"

Me: "I MEAN IT'S A TOP TEN FILM OF COURSE I LOVE IT SO MUCH OH MY GOSH DO YOU REALLY WANT TO SEE IT!?!!?!?!?!"

Friend: "Uh, yeah. Of course." 

And, so we did.


Character Comparisons:

Chris (Yul Brynner) --> Sam Chisolm (Denzel Washington)

Similarities: Leader, and first in group; all black clothing; survives the film; both use the line: "I've been offered a lot for my work, but never everything."

Differences: Chris was a gunfighter, but not much else was known, whereas, Sam is a bounty hunter/official peacekeeper something or other; Sam has extensive backstory about the deaths of his family and his experiences as a Union soldier; Chris is described as Cajun.

Who played it better? Denzel is perfect, but this is also my favorite Brynner role. TIE. 

Vin (Steve McQueen) --> Josh Farraday (Chris Pratt)

Similarities: Leader's right hand guy during the round-up of the group; makes quips; Vin is shown gambling and losing all his money and Josh is known as a gambler; Both always on the look-out for female companionship; both use the line about the man falling down a building: "So far, so good."

Differences: Vin is third to join the group and Josh is second; Vin survives; Vin is a little goofy, but mostly quiet, whereas, Josh talks nonstop and makes tons of jokes and has just too much personality; Vin is always by Chris' side, but Josh hangs out more with Vasquez after the initial start of the group

Who played it better? No contest, sorry Chris! Steve McQueen is impossibly perfect as Vin, and it is understandable that they took the character in a different direction with Chris; although, I also feel that naming him Josh was a tribute to Josh Randall--one of Steve's great Western characters. 

Britt (James Coburn) --> Billy Rocks (Lee Byung-hun)

Similarities: Brilliant at knives and guns; talks very little; dies; mostly same introduction

Differences: Britt is white, but Billy is Korean and hangs around Goodnight so that he can help him navigate "the white man's prejudice"

Who played it better? They are both the coolest kids around and I love them. I think Billy is my favorite character in this remake, but I also adore adore adore Britt in the original. TIE

Lee (Robert Vaughn) --> Goodnight Robicheaux (Ethan Hawke)

Similarities: Both have a hidden fear of shooting/guns/battle/likely PTSD; both die; both conquer their fear to help the others; both are "smooth"

Differences: Goodnight is a Confederate sharpshooter, but nothing is known about Lee's background aside from his occupation; Goodnight leaves the group in the middle, but returns to help them during the climatic battle (like Brad Dexter's Harry from the 1960 film); Goodnight is referred to as Cajun (like Yul Brynner's Chris); Goodnight has a lone horse-rider in his sights to kill (like James Coburn's Britt); Goodnight even speculates a bit about possible gold rewards (like Harry); Lee's fear and hiding during battle is known only to himself (and partially by three of the villagers), but Goodnight is caught by both Josh and Billy

Who played it better? Very different depictions of a character with the similar trait of crippling fear. I like both portrayals, but maybe Hawke's a bit more.

The other three have very tenuous connections to the 1960 film characters.


Chico (Horst Buchholz) --> Red Harvest (Martin Sensmeier)

Similarities: last to join the group after tracking the other six; youngest member; "looking for a path" different than their family; survives

Differences: Red Harvest doesn't make me want to SCREAM IN RAGE THE ENTIRE TIME HE'S ON SCREEN; Chico stays in the village, but Red Harvest rides off with the other survivors; also everything else is different 

Who played it better? Martin Sensmeier ALL THE WAY. I mean, it was a very different character; and truly, Chico is a far more developed character with an actual arc than Red Harvest. BUT, STILL.



Harry (Brad Dexter) --> Vasquez (Manuel Garcia-Rulfo)

Similarities: On the run from the law; the jokester of the group; the most clearly mercenary member; is introduced by getting the drop on the leader; Vasquez and Josh banter a lot (Harry and Vin exchange a few jokes)

Differences: Vasquez's Mexican identity is a distinct piece of his character; Vasquez is the third member of the group (Harry is second); Vasquez survives; Vasquez is actually useful

Who played it better? Manuel Garcia-Rulfo takes this one easily, because despite having an ill-defined character without many beats, he still was memorable and distinct. Brad Dexter is forever the one guy no one remembers in the Seven.

Bernardo (Charles Bronson) --> Jack Horne (Vincent D'Onofrio)

Similarities: This is for sure the most tenuous connection. They barely connect at all. They are both renown conflict fighters (Jack in "Indian wars" and Bernardo as a mercenary); they both die saving someone from the town/village whom they have grown attached to

Differences: Bernardo's Mexican-Irish heritage is a huge point of his identity, and his arc (his dying words: "What's my name?" Kids: "Bernardo!" "You're damn right!" Me: *CRIES*); Jack Horne is an avid killer of Native Americans and is killed in the end by a Comanche man; their introductions are very different

Who played it better? Bernardo O'Reilly is just a wonderful, wonderful character and I love him very much. Obviously, these are only superficially comparable, but as disparate characters, I still think Bronson has it over D'Onofrio.

 
Well, gang! It's now over 3,000 words of my stream-of-consciousness processing my thoughts and feelings, and this isn't even everything I think and also I have not edited at all, and that is way too many words for me to read before I click publish, and I will regret all of this tomorrow. BUT, QUE SERA SERA!



 

Sunday, September 4, 2016

11 Exceedingly ~Interesting~ Answers to Questions

I haven't had working internet at my living space IN 3 MONTHS. But, hey-o, I am back in business now--from the hot and sticky, but interesting and new city of Memphis (ask about the time I people-watched thousands of pilgrims at the Elvis-death-memorial vigil at Graceland at night in the middle of a typhoon sometime, okay).

To ease my way back, the dear and delightful Hamlette has tagged me to answer 11 questions about myself. We all know I love lists and talking about myself, so this was a 100% great proposition. Also, check out her list--cause my name is The Millie and I Approve this Message (every answer is ridiculously spot-on).

1.  Is there a movie that has really yummy-looking food in it that you'd love to eat?




Probably, as in most definitely, too obvious a choice, but dang the pies in The Waitress are so delicious looking (I might also be projecting a bit of my unhealthy love for Ned the Pie-Maker from Pushing Daisies in here). I love how integral they are to the story, and to the waitress' character. The urge to create is powerfully inborn in each of us, and it is a varied in its outlets as people are varied. ALSO, PIE.

Side-note: I know Babette's Feast is supposed to be like the #1 sensory food film, but to be honest, those images have always looked mostly gross to me (still a great film). Am I a godless, unsophisticated heathen? Y/N

2.  What era do most of your favorite movies take place in?

It honestly depends on the mood. For absolute comfort combined with the awe of film as a purely heart-encompassing love and connection it's 1935-1948. That's my childhood and my basis of film appreciation and that too-visceral-to-be-properly-explained-to-any-person understanding of film.

My childhood comfort film being Shadow of a Doubt has me now rethinking my childhood.

But, personality-wise, 1960S, PEOPLE. The weirder and more colorful and more who thought this was a good idea? the better.

It's a long story.

When I'm feeling angsty, it's nothing but 1950s melodrama.

"MAGGIE THE CAT IS ALIVE. SHE'S ALIVE, BRICK!" is definitely not what I am currently yelling out my window in a bad Southern accent.

3.  What two actors/actresses have you always hoped would make a movie together, but didn't/haven't yet?


Ben Whishaw and Keanu Reeves

If I'm being honest, this thought first occurred to me roughly 8 seconds ago. BUT, COME ON. Can you imagine that level of quiet sensitivity and good hair? UNCONTESTED ON THIS OR ANY OTHER PLANET IN THE GALAXY.

4.  If money and time and supplies (and crafting ability) were not considerations, what movie character would you love to cosplay or dress up like for Halloween?

So, I had a ~strange~ childhood, followed by an early adulthood spent working every single Halloween night, so I actually dressed up for Halloween for the first time last year! I went as Punk Edgar Allan Poe and spent 20 minutes on my costume. I was also mistakenly asked if I was Adolf Hitler despite my carrying around a raven and DESPITE THE FACT THAT THE THOUGHT OF ME EVEN CONSIDERING DRESSING AS ANY MEMBER OF THE NAZI PARTY IS TOO UNBELIEVABLE TO IMAGINE.

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That said. I would be Mrs. Cathy Gale every day. And, really, I mean that I would cosplay as Honor Blackman.



5.  Have you ever cosplayed or dressed up like a movie or TV character for Halloween?

Well, this is awkward. As you can now see, I didn't actually read all the questions before I start responding, so I should have saved my own Halloween experience for this answer.

However, you're in luck. I was a 100% theatrical adult child, so dressing up was always a great idea. Although, I will say, I was banned from watching Bonanza for 3 months when I was 7, because I dressed up as a "saloon girl" and served lemon-water to my big brothers.


6.  What movie would your friends/family be surprised to learn you truly enjoyed?

I PLEAD THE 5TH.

Honestly, I watch so many terrible things and enjoy them, that it's not even a secret anymore. The day I started logging all my film viewings publicly on Letterboxd was the day I decided it was okay if people knew how many times I watch Maid in Manhattan on the regular. I CANNOT BE SHAMED ANYMORE.

One time, I had really long convo about this movie with a thrift store checkout guy on Cap Hill in Seattle and he really felt like JLO emotionally gets him and also referred to Ralph Fiennes as a "fancy lad" and that really spoke to me.

7.  What's one book you hope no one ever makes into a film?

Uhhhh. IDK. I cannot think of any one book in particular. Although, I can think of some particularly terrible adaptations (and I usually like the film just as much or more than the book, to be honest). Earlier this year, I saw the 1999 adaptation of The End of the Affair and it completely stole all nuance and changed the complete direction and purpose of the novel that it really horrified me.

8.  Do you know the Wilhelm Scream when you hear it?

Yes.

9.  When a character onscreen has to hold their breath, to you try to hold your breath to match theirs?

The Phantom Asthmatic
Thanks for the traumatic reminder of my severe asthma. THE ANSWER IS NO. I have regrettable lung capacity because of the aforementioned asthma. I do tend to clutch my inhaler when people breathe heavily onscreen, however. And, have been known to wheeze along sympathetically.

Note the inhaler. ALSO, WHY ARE ASTHMATICS ALWAYS EVIL?!

10.  What upcoming movies (or TV series) are you excited about?

Films: La-La Land (I'm here for low-key, throwback musicals), Nocturnal Animals (Tom Ford style plus that cast), The Bad Batch (interesting director; inexplicable story-setting), John Wick 2 (KEANU IS GOING TO TAKE DOWN ALL THE CRIMINAL CELLS WITH MORE STYLIZED BALLETIC VIOLENCE THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE), Silence (I adore Liam Neeson and this looks like a film for his powerful presence), Arrival (Amy Adams is my queen), American Pastoral (I support Ewan McGregor), and Bastille Day (truly the Idris Elba kicking doors in and terrifying people with his stare film that we have all been waiting for).

TV Series: the return of Crazy Ex-Girlfriend (look past the title; it is extraordinary), the HBO Lewis & Clark series (my fav historical bromance), and Doctor Who (PETER. CAPALDI.)


11.  What are some of your favorite movie-oriented blogs?  (Or just blogs that post movie reviews sometimes.)

Silents and Talkies
Hamlette's Soliloquy
Sidewalk Crossings
Cinema Fanatic
A.V. Club


Thanks for the tag, Hamlette! My heart is yours.

Also, anyone else wanting to participate, please feel free and let me know when you do so I can check out your answers!

Saturday, September 3, 2016

With apologies to Keanu



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I was unable to publicly celebrate the 52nd birthday of this great human AND EXTRAORDINARY ACTOR (I will fight you if you don't get it) yesterday. So, I have to acknowledge it today.

 Here's to everyone's favorite immortal.

#keanulife

ALSO, READ THIS, OKAY.



Friday, May 13, 2016

I'm back! Or: How The Millie flew Freetown to Conakry to Paris to Atlanta to Seattle to LA to Seattle in one week and took a selfie with Carl Reiner along the way! And then immediately graduated from University. Yeah, I'm tired. ~The Prologue~

Hello, gang! How have you all been? Some of you were perhaps unsuccessfully attempting to follow my life in Sierra Leone the past few months on my personal website (sorry dKoren!), but that webpage was nearly impossible for me to load. If you want to see everything that went down, probs check out my Insta instead (it was the only thing that would consistently work on my Sierra Leone phone).

^Here is a photo of me with my bosses, Hawa and Ruth, in our ashobi for a graduation ceremony. (Yes. I am a ridiculously white monster-giant.)

My time in Sierra Leone was life-confirming and real and purposeful and difficult and wonderful and annoying and funny and complex: it was just life. I have always felt equally comfortable in Makeni as I do in Seattle, and these months alone there were a brilliant reminder of that (special thanks to blog readers who helped sponsor my time, I am in awe of your communal perspective).

My big projects with not enough time were interviewing women in the organization (headed by Ruth on the right in the photo), and also working with the craftswomen in finding local markets for their fair trade products. It was frustrating (I understand Krio 99.9%, but can't always remember the right words to respond with) and rewarding (I MANAGED TO CONVINCE A TOUGH GUY TO SELL THE LADIES' WORK IN HIS MARKET WITH A CONTRACT AND EVERYTHING). Aside from my official duties, I also led some covert art programs with children of women connected to the program, and also got adopted as an obnoxious supporter of a local football team called FC SEATTLE. (I'm not joking. It was the most random moment of my life.) I'll try and write more about the last few months over at meghesketh.com (fyi, I graduated on Saturday, but still have two papers to write, so...hahahahha. WHAT AM I DOING).

Immediately after returning to the US (it took days and 5 airports), I was off to LA for the TCM Film Festival. This was solely due to the generosity of Kate the Great and Auntie Casey. As always, I remain penniless.

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I'm gonna go day by day talking about my time at the fest. It was gloriously wonderful time, and yes, I TOOK A SELFIE WITH CARL REINER. There is much much more to that story (mostly taking place in my mind, but whatevs). I was also blessed by Adam West. HAHAHAHAHAHA. *faints* And had Ed Asner shake his cane at me. And other "shenanigans."

After the fest, I returned to Seattle to walk in my graduation and hide from my dean (those aforementioned papers I am still supposed to write about my time in West Africa). I was only successful in one venture. Whoops. Email from dean had the subject line: "WHERE ARE YOU?" It's all good. I still walked summa cum laude (and now they will never give me my diploma).

^I cut my friend out of this photo, because I'm a narcissist (and/or I didn't ask his consent to have this photo plastered everywhere). I wore a blue jumpsuit I purchased from Goodwill two years ago and Man From UNCLE shades from Kate, because she may be an evil villain with Nazi-ties, but Victoria Vinciguerra is forever #stylegoals

Now, I'm working the SIFF (Seattle International Film Festival), and you should all come experience its greatness for the next month. And, then internship in Memphis area until October, and then.....if you have an ethical job with a livable wage for someone with a cross-cultural studies degree and a familiarity with Sierra Leone and a love for film and defending the human rights of children, CONTACT ME ASAP.

Be right back with day 1 of TCMFF!


Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Hey, all. If you're interested--here is what I'll be doing this spring...




Well, hello there!

A few posts back, I mentioned that I would soon be gone for a while (a difference from when I'm just gone for a while and don't say anything, because classes are super-busy and I'm working 50 hours a week, but still there's the possibility that I'll have both the time and energy to write a post, right?! RIGHT?!).

Anyway. This away-time does not come with the likely possibility of writing any movie posts here, so I thought I'd share why.

In December, I finished my last class and took my last final for my BA in intercultural studies (emphasis: cross-cultural studies), and it was a glorious time. I am not graduated yet, however. As part of my degree, I have to complete a cross-cultural internship out-of-country. This is what I will be doing from next Wednesday until May.

Next Wednesday, I will be flying out to Lungi, Sierra Leone in West Africa. If you've been following this blog for a long time, then you know that I have a bit of history with Sierra Leone. However, this will be my first time back in Sierra Leone in almost four years! I am very excited.

While there, I will be interning with a great organization called Women of Hope International. They are a woman-founded, woman-led non-profit that works with disabled women in the Makeni region of Sierra Leone. In Sierra Leone, the social and economic status of women is much lower than men--for disabled women, it is even more difficult. WOH has a program for women to learn skills, self-sustainability, and self-worth: all led and taught by local Sierra Leoneon women. After leaving the program, the woman are able to go back into their communities and replicate what they have learned to others. It's a wonderful, empathetic organization that I really believe in--so being able to intern with them is a super-exciting opportunity for me.

As an intern, I will be doing a variety of support-related tasks and services. I am most excited about the fact that one of those tasks will be "interviewing" each woman and documenting her individual story. Allowing the disenfranchised to speak for themselves is hugely important to me (really the spine of my entire future life dreams/plans), so this is gonna be brilliant.

{The following is taken verbatim from my GoFundMe page}
It was in Sierra Leone that I first felt a perfect outlet for my desire for justice: particularly for the disenfranchised and powerless.

It was also through my time in Sierra Leone that I learned how to respond to the disenfranchised and powerless. When I was 14, I thought this meant that I would SAVE THEM ALL WITH MY HUMANITARIAN GREATNESS.

Fortunately, I soon learned that this was nonsense, and *I* would not be *saving* anyone.

I do, however, have particular passions and skills and opportunities that make me able to be a learner, facilitator, and member of the community (wherever that community may be).

My long-term dream is to work with disenfranchised people--particularly children--who are survivors of trauma (war and violence).

My hope is not to be a voice for the voiceless; but to let the voiceless speak for themselves. 
Every person has a story; if we cannot hear it, then we simply are not listening.

Although, I will not be here at all for the next couple of months, I will be still posting semi-regular updates (with semi-reliable internet) over at my just-launched personal website. (Be patient with the site; as it is most definitely still under construction.) If you are at all interested, please check it out!  I love all of you so very much, and you really mean to so much to my every-day life. I have made strong, years-long friendships with so many of you, and you truly have had the distinct experience of watching me "grow up," so yeah. I am truly not the same person I was when I started this blog in December 2008. Congrats on that (ugh. Teenage Millie was a NIGHTMARE).

So, yeah.

1. Check out the site, if you're interested.

2. If you want more details/info about my trip, I'd love to chat--or you can check out my GoFundMe page.

3. Which brings me to that. If you want to support my internship at all, you can absolutely donate through GoFundMe or share a link to the page (sharing is absolutely supporting!). I need around $300 more before this Thursday, but I have already been so overwhelmed by everyone who has supported me. I told me sister that I feel like George Bailey at the end of It's A Wonderful Life. haha. So, yeah. No pressure or worries (as, you might notice, I REALLY hate asking for money; just feel like the worst).

I will see you all soon (I may be able to get a another post or two out as I avoid packing [I have to move out of my current place by Friday, on top of packing for the trip. So, yeah.])!

Have wonderful lives and watch so many movies and also let me know who wins the Oscars! haha





Sunday, January 31, 2016

CAROL!



The SAG awards gave Carol Burnett a Lifetime Achievement Award last night, and it was wondrous perfection.

Even Christian Bale smiles for Carol.


Jane Got a Gun (2016)






Oh, man. You know I love westerns.

With its isolated, "under siege" setting and climatic all-out battle, Jane Got a Gun delivered on some of my most personally favorite classic Western components--while also including a fair amount of revisionist storytelling. And Mandy Walker's work as cinematographer (one of the most essential parts of any western) is fantastic.

Here's the bad news. The film is not without its problems, in many ways related to its script: most particularly the aggressively mediocre dialogue. It is difficult to evaluate the film without acknowledging the extremely tumultuous route it took to finally make it to the screen. It lost its director, Lynne Ramsay as shooting was to begin. And, that was a definite loss. Gavin O'Connor is an fine director, but I would have preferred to see Ramsay's vision for the film--especially in relation to the character of Jane. Similarly, there was a huge amount of actor shuffling--literally within days of each other. First, Michael Fassbender was to play the role of Jane's ex-lover/current gun-slinging helper, and Joel Edgerton was to play the bad guy. Then, Fassbender had to drop out and Edgerton hopped over to the hero side, while Jude Law took over as bad guy. Then, Law dropped out and Bradley Cooper joined. Literally three days later, Cooper dropped out, and Ewan McGregor was offered the part the day before shooting.

And, because, Ewan literally makes like 8 films a year just for the fun of it, he was all up for that:


Note: How is one person that charming? Comes off a tad ridiculous and unnecessary to be that delightful, Ewan. SHEESH.

Anyway, the production stress does come through in the film (other key crew members also left with Ramsay), and the script was rewritten a few times. Even poor Joel Edgerton got a screen-writing credit.

All that to say, that I still quite enjoyed the movie. I was a little ambivalent on the flashbacks, and even more uncomfortable with Jane being given a backstory of rape--for the seemingly sole purpose to make her more sympathetic. It was in terms of this story that I think Ramsay could have handled much better, or perhaps had more control over the script. I don't know?


That cast though. Of all the actors who cycled through (and I really like some of them), the correct combination was in the final film. Natalie Portman (an actor I don't always care for) was perfect in tone and performance. Her character was above all resilient, and she played that well--giving nuance and depth that wasn't necessarily in the script (and certainly not in the dialogue). What follows in the film after the still below is gloriously fierce and satisfying, and not a moment that female western protagonists are often allowed:


I am so glad that Joel Edgerton switched from the bad guy role to the conflicted anti-hero (ain't no flawless white hat heroes in westerns anymore), because although he is always good at straight-up villains, I really enjoyed his performance here. It's the classic "lacks purpose and driven to alcoholism because life is unfair and he doesn't have anyone to love, but he's gonna get it together one last time" character. It shouldn't work. And I was really not having his character's pity-party pettiness/possessive attitude, until a subtle--but key--moment when he tells Jane that he will listen to her "story." Also, if I'm being honest, I wanted Noah Emmerich dead the entire movie, because Joel Edgerton's sad face GETS ME.


The man has the most effective tears--second only to Omar Sharif! 
 
Side note:
Exhibit A: Joel (and Tom Hardy) as bros who fight & cry; fight & cry in Warrior.

And, there was Ewan. Blessed Ewan. This dork got his hair dyed jet black and had the most clearly evil mustache I have seen in ever so long.

Half the time, it was impossible to tell it was Ewan. He never usually plays anything quite so evil, and it was clear that he was thoroughly enjoying the entire process. Similarly, his charisma perfectly suited the character--especially as he played off of his gang members: always so far ahead of them in thought and intention and impatiently waiting for them to catch up. It's clear from the start that he is unequivocally evil (he is introduced torturing a man for information) as a wanted murderer and trafficker of vulnerable women and girls, but there is still something about Ewan's performance that hints at greater complexities and shades to his character (which is not at all expressed in the script). 

Also, bless this movie. Because, through it, we got this gloriously horrifying paparazzi shot of Ewan:

I certainly condemn the paps for stalking poor Ewan! That's not cool! But, this photo though. 

But, I digress.

In summary:

I do recommend this film, but possibly more to genre fans who have a fluent understanding of westerns and are able to overlook some mediocre elements. Because, that climatic firefight (and I do mean FIREfight) was definitely worth it; as is Jane's grandest moment of maternal rage. Also worth it: a moment that subverted the white knight rescuer idea; the confident final scene; Joel Edgerton's sad face and/or magical tears; Ewan's evil mustache that may have been cackling on its own at one point; and the gorgeous and amazing camera work by Mandy Walker.







P.S. Won't anybody think of Poor, Sad Joel (tm)?!

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