Monday, April 9, 2012

Fight Club (Don't Talk About It)

"Fight Club" is the type of movie no one really wants to admit to liking. Frankly, it's sickening. It's all about men beating each other up and getting some sort of erotic kick out of it. But, then, that's the point. At its most basic, a work of art is designed to elicit a response from receptor (viewer, listener, you get the point). "Fight Club" does just that.

Edward Norton stars alongside the ever-charismatic Brad Pitt.
Fight Club (1999), Rated R for disturbing and graphic
depiction of violent and anti-social behavior, sexuality,
and language.
The movie takes the simple premise that everyone secretly wants to destroy everything around them and runs with it. And it does it in such an honest way that denial is the easiest and simplest response. Critic Roger Ebert is repulsed by the film. He calls it "macho porn." And while I agree with his judgment, I couldn't disagree more with his reaction. Art imitates life (or is it the other way around?), and this story of a man caged by his own 9 to 5 lifestyle finding freedom in the form of utter destruction resonates with me. Sitting here, looking at the blank wall in front of me, sometimes there is nothing I would like more than to light it all on fire--to free myself from the monotony of everyday life.

But there is so much more to it--so much more that makes this film so difficult to internalize. It's social commentary, that's for sure. And it's funny--painfully funny. Funny in the same way seeing a man chopped up in a wood chipper in the movie Fargo (1996) is funny.

Our protagonist (Edward Norton), whose name is never revealed, is a tortured man with a severe case of insomnia. He goes to his doctor, asks to be drugged up, and is denied his wish. He pleads, telling his doctor how much pain he's in. The latter suggests that he go to a testicular cancer support group if he wants to see real pain. Maybe it's a joke--our protagonist takes him seriously. So he starts going and finds out that he gets a rush out of the pain that he's surrounding himself with. The doctor never prescribes him any drugs, but the support groups work just as well--he becomes addicted: the makings of a pain junkie.

He starts going to other support groups, surrounding himself with more pain. He adopts the name "Cornelius." He's finally able to sleep. But suddenly, something goes incredibly wrong. Another "faker" starts showing up at the meetings. Perhaps it is a little improbable that she shows up to every meeting that "Cornelius" goes to, regardless, it vexes him. Her name is Marla Singer (Helena Bonham-Carter), and she'll be more important later on in the film; her cold demeanor and unsettling physique reveal that much.

But now our protagonist's insomnia returns. Tears aren't as therapeutic when someone else in the room is faking alongside you. He confronts her, they come to an agreement, he goes on a business trip, meets a very charismatic soap salesman named Tyler Durden (Brad Pitt), and returns home to find that his home has been destroyed using home-made explosives. The very clever IKEA furniture that he's collected over the years is now nothing more than a charred heap of ashes. He calls the two people he's made more than superficial contact with: first Marla, then Tyler. He decides to stay with the latter and the rest is history.

Are all these events connected? Perhaps. The film's disjointed way of moving the narrative along plays at that a little. Maybe these are all random events. Maybe what matters isn't the journey, but the end result. In this case, our protagonist and Tyler create an underground fight club to combat day-to-day life. Tyler is an agent of chaos. Our protagonist is a man lost at home. Unexplainable circumstances bring them to meet each other. They click. They detonate.

From a technical perspective, "Fight Club" is a well made movie. David Fincher's direction is spot-on; the first act is propelled with charismatic wit, while the rest of the film is carried on the wings of unlikely turns of events and visceral occurrences. The violence isn't strictly speaking realistic, but it's grungy enough to the point where you believe it.

In terms of visual style, Fincher plays a lot with what the script gives him, and he does so quite successfully. I heard it said that you know you're watching a Fincher film if it's green. The litmus test doesn't fail for "Fight Club," but it's not distracting, like in the final two Matrix films.

Characters are well-portrayed. Edward Norton is vulnerable, Brad Pitt is confident, and Helena Bonham-Carter is creepy. Bonham-Carter tries her hand at an American accent. You buy it until she has to utter more than a few words, but it's forgivable.

In all, the film is well-made. Strangely enough, though I wasn't a fan of how the plot was presented in the Chuck Palaniuk novel of the same name, it works for me on screen. It's tight, and by the time you get to the end, you'll want to watch the film again. Well, maybe not, but you'll at least consider it. Just as I said to a friend of mine about Pulp Fiction (1994), this film is a tough pill to swallow, but once you do, it's totally worth it... Unless you're a completely, non-deranged human being.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Updates

Well, NYU is a no-go. (I found out a long time ago but I wanted to let people know personally before posting this thing). That was pretty disappointing, but what are you gonna do, right? In any case, I'm still applying to other schools, but I can't help but be a little shaken.

In other news, I started writing a script for a miniseries called "Transgressions," which is based on the short film "Frigid," which I wrote a long time ago. I'm really excited about this, and I hope to start working with Miles Carby and maybe other writers to get the series going. Hopefully, I can get that to go somewhere.

Until next time,

Daniel.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

The Hobbit Trailer

Yesterday the first trailer for "The Hobbit" hit the interwebs, and within seconds it was flooded with thousands of views and comments.

As a huge Lord of the Rings fan (the books and the movies), I was extremely excited to see this trailer, and I must say, it didn't disappoint. The only way I can describe it is by saying I got chills... See, every true LOTR fan has a certain scene that gives him chills. For me, that's the scene where Gandalf is talking about the Grey Havens. Anyway, seeing the trailer gave me those chills.

In any case, here's the trailer. Enjoy:



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Saturday, December 10, 2011

DIY Boom

I've often heard that sound can literally make or break your production. Well, if audio is so important, then audio equipment is a must for the wannabe filmmaker. Unfortunately, audio equipment tends to be pricey, with things as simple as booms going for over $100.

Well, frustrated as I was with this, I went around, scouring the Internet, and I found this:



Eager to try this out, I skipped the last two steps, and came up with this:


As you can see, my version isn't exactly the same as in the video. Since I already had a Rode Videomic (which is relatively cheap, running at around $150, although I got it for $120), I took off the shoe accessory and connected it straight to the 3/8" screw and... voila.

Also, I got a 20ft extension for my mic cable at Radio Shack for around $15. All in all, my DIY boom cost me around $35, but that's just because I added some of my own personal adjustments. Still, it's a lot cheaper than $150, and it gets the job done.

Monday, November 7, 2011

I'm Back...

So, sorry about being so sketch these past few months. Life has been... well...
Anyway, I did end up seeing "Another Earth." It was really good, although I was a bit disappointed just because the trailer made me think it would have more to do with the science fiction story and less with the romance.
Also, I finally finished "Dreamguard," although I haven't really posted the new video here yet... Oh, wait:



Boom, there it is. I won't post the whole thing here for a while, or at least until I have a release party at my house sometime soon.

I still wanna work on it in the meanwhile, and I'm not so sure if I want to show it to people if I don't get into NYU; that'd be really embarrassing.

Anyhow, that's it for now.

Daniel