Wednesday 13 March 2013

100 in 100 challenge: Roberta (1935)


It occurred to me that I might not be doing the whole review-a-film-a-week-thing properly.

So, I looked up on the internet how to review a film properly.

According to Wikihow, this is what I ought to be doing. I’m now going to test this vastly unexplored step-by-step guide on Roberta, my film for this week.

So without any further ado, How to Write a Proper Film Review according to Wikihow:

Step one: Gather basic facts about the film

Roberta is a classic black and white Fred Astaire-Ginger Rogers musical released in 1935, about two couples who meet in Paris and fall in love, whilst trying to deal with the everyday running of the strikingly important (yet really very unknown) fashion label, Roberta. Oh, someone’s Aunt dies about half an hour in.

Step two: Take notes on the film as you watch it

Whoops.

Step three: Consider the mechanics of the film. During and after the film, ask yourself what impression the film left with you.

Define mechanics?

It left enough of an impression with me to attempt Fred Astaire style tap dancing in the shower afterwards.

Step four: Write down your thoughts

Well actually I thought it was sexist. The way women are paraded about for a good ten minutes at the ‘high point’ of the film, just enforcing the view that constantly caring about if what you wear is fashionable is the only way to find happiness. And then there are the two dimensional characters. The femme-fatale nightclub singer who we all know has a romantic side. The modest assistant who actually the girl we all root for. The conniving bitch.

But aren’t we supposed to let that all go in a musical? When the heroine flops into an armchair sighing resignedly at the end of a film ‘Well I suppose I’ll have give in and marry you then’, isn’t that just representative of when Marie Curie and Amelia Earhart just threw away their careers for the men they loved? Do you really think I’m naïve enough to believe that in a society that actively stopped married women from working, such as the one Roberta was received in, they just carried on singing in nightclubs together for the rest of their days? Or did Roger’s character forsake all her dreams about being a famous singer for a life where she was mercy to the wishes and whims of her husband?

No of course not, but it’s a sodding musical. Just suck it up and accept that marriage, both now and in 1935, is considered part of a woman’s ‘happy ending’. Gawd.

It’s okay, anyway, the women may be two dimensional, and the most interesting character in the whole film killed off half an hour in, but the men aren’t much better. 

Step five: If you want to make sure your understanding about the film is complete, re-watch the film.

Scratch that. If you want a really good Astaire-Rogers musical I suggest Carefree (1938). Both Astaire and Rogers have bigger roles in this one; it’s fairly unconventional, surprising and hilarious. Next to Carefree, Roberta feels like Astaire and Rogers are just token actors cast to make the film sell.

Step six: Begin writing the review

Awkward.

Step seven: Provide and overview of the plot, but keep it contained

Haven’t I already done that bit?

Step eight: Critique the film


Step nine: Purchase the Llama and make it dance in a square. When in doubt eat a digestive biscuit.

What? That wasn’t on the website?

You’re right! The more astute of you will have realised by now that I don’t actually hope to learn anything from this (because who is Wikihow to tell me, or in fact anyone, how to go on?). But let’s stick to the script for now.

Step ten: End the review with something memorable

“YOU’RE MOM’S CHEST HAIR!”
-- Janis Ian, Mean Girls

Step eleven: Read through the review.

I’ll leave that particular pleasure to you, the reader. Meanwhile, I’m skipping off into next week to review The Breakfast Club. Auf Wiedersehen.

Next Week- The Breakfast Club (1985)

Sunday 3 March 2013

100 in 100 challenge: Fight Club (1999)

First rule of Fight Club: Don't talk about Fight Club.

Sorry! Just had to get that off my chest. No more cliched references to the film, I promise.

So I took over a week off. Shoot me. Bit of a delay because of... oh yes, my life. One thing I have definitely learnt; making time to watch a film a week and really pay attention to it is really, really hard! But here, smashing through metaphorical double doors into the still-more-laboured metaphoric court room of my blog just in the nick of time with key evidence to put the room at ease, is my review:

After three films with not much to laugh about, I had but one question about Fight Club before I sat down and watched it.

Is it funny?

The answer I got: "I wouldn't say funny..."

Damn straight this film isn't funny. For some reason my 'pre-watch' impression of this film was two hilarious hours of obese men jumping on each other. But it's really not. I think this delusion may have stemmed from a rather tortured reference to Fight Club in an adaption of a Dick King Smith novel I watched when I was a kid. Basically, an escaped piglet joins the imaginatively named 'Pig Club', where the first rule was...? 

Don't talk about Pig Club.  

Oh wow. I bet you weren't expecting that one. 

In reality, Fight Club about a lot of gun violence and underground terrorist organisations, with Helena Bonham Carter breaking the mould as a crazy, yet not evil, lady. Who has a lot of very loud sex.

I really enjoyed this film. To all those who have not seen this film you need to watch it because the plot, the satiric references to society as we know it, the soap: will all blow your mind. And plus there is a very cool twist that you only sort of expect (can't say anymore without giving it away).

But I feel like my personal viewing experience of this film was marred by my preconceptions of Fight Club. Which was quite disappointing really, because I spent most of the film waiting to laugh, and really wanting to, but feeling quite disappointed when I wasn't. 

So this post is my personal plea to anyone: be you man, woman, film adaptor of children's novels: don't ruin this film for other people. Stop making jokes about the rules of Fight Club to make others think that this film is going to make you laugh every other minute, when it actually isn't. Just stop. You're only ruining it for other people.

So I guess what I'm trying to say is:

Second rule of Fight Club: DON'T TALK ABOUT FIGHT CLUB

Whoops.

For the full list of rules: http://www.diggingforfire.net/FightClub/

NEXT WEEK- Roberta (1935)