Showing posts with label Movie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Movie. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 26, 2021

Alternate History: Masked and Anonymous

Bob Dylan’s Masked and Anonymous is a sideways and sidewise foray for the singer into an alternate America, but one that is still undeniably our own.

Science Fiction and Bob Dylan are two spheres of interest that don’t at first seem to have any intersection at all. Bob Dylan’s music is grounded in reality, aren’t they? 

And yet he said himself in an interview:

What’s a writer gonna write about? … We’re living in a science-fiction world. We’re living in a world that Disney has conquered. Disney’s science fiction. Theme parks, trendy streets, it’s all science fiction. So I would say, if a writer has got something to say, he’ll have to do it in that. [….] There is a real world. Science fiction has become the real world. Whether we realize it or not, it has.”

And then there is Masked and Anonymous.

You will be forgiven if you’ve never heard of the movie. I had not and would not have, save for a cinephile (and Bob Dylan fan) work colleague who told me about it. It made ~$550,000 at the box office when released in 2003. It disappeared nearly without a trace, although it is available on DVD.

Although the wikipedia page says the movie depicts a  “decaying future North American society.”, it really is something even more science fictional: this is a dark alternate historical North American society, and this essay will explore the alternate history and world that the film depicts. If you aren’t a fan of Dylan’s music, the movie will likely be intolerable to you. Bits of songs, covers of Dylan songs, full or close-to-full pieces dominate the soundtrack and background. Pieces from Time Out of Mind predominate the soundtrack, but there is music from his entire range. The best and greatest of these is when a young girl, Tinashe Kachingwe, sings “The Times they are a Changin”. It’s the most moving part of this entire movie.

But you are here for the alternate history genre elements, not so much the music.

The movie disorients us right from the opening,  immediately by showing an America that most viewers won’t recognize, and then takes it further. Pictures of armed men that look like something out of the Contras, or Farc. Song lyrics in Spanish over unfamiliar scenes: Clips of troops, war, rebellion, destruction. It feels like it is like something from Central America or South America, and yet we quickly learn this IS an America, but not the one we know. It was primarily filmed in some of the poorer slums of Los Angeles and the movie uses that to disorient the viewer throughout the film. This America feels ramshackle, cheap, tawdry, hardscrabble. Even the halls of power when we see them don’t show any of the trappings of that power. 

It’s the little touches too in the movie that show what this America is like. The flag: We get glimpses of the alt-American flag at various points. It’s red, white and blue, has stars, but it also has a map of most of North America. Signs in foreign languages predominate. The bus that Bob Dylan rides at one point looks like something out of the third world. Men with large guns are everywhere. The poor and indigent are everywhere in this film. Posters of the President are everywhere, dressed up like a caudillo with a ton of medals. Air raid sirens are commonly heard in the background of many scenes. 

The President’s mansion is distinctly NOT the White House, we get that South American caudillo’s palace like look for it. When Dylan’s character calls the mansion, at first, the recording gives a potted history of the building that again, evokes something out of revolutionary South American history, the dates not connecting with US history in the slightest. America looks and feels like a third world police state and that IS the point. This is meant to be America, though, however twisted and dark. The movie’s alternate dark America is meant as a darkest mirror of our own. It’s as if the America of our timeline went to conquer all of Latin America, and become its worst nightmare in doing so but otherwise is the America we know. That is my own private continuity for how this America got to be the way it was. (It makes me think of the book For Want of a Nail by Robert Sobel)

Dylan himself is an alternate version of himself. Here, he is Jack Fate, and he is the son of the President who is extremely estranged from his father. The narrative of Fate’s relationship with the President his father is, if there is a plot to be teased out out of the phantasmagoria that is this movie, is the story of this movie. John Goodman’s conniving Uncle Sweetheart, Jessica Lange’s network executive, Luke Wilson’s bartender and Jack Fate superfan, Jeff Bridges’ reporter, and Mickey Rourke’s President Chief of Staff are the main characters here, but the movie is replete with cameos, as it seems half of Hollywood wanted a short bit in a Bob Dylan movie. Like the rest of this movie, often what they have to say is cryptic, if not downright strange. I’ve watched this movie several times and I still don’t understand why Ed Harris’ character Oscar Vogel is in blackface. No, really.

And yet this movie does explore some things about the history of Dylan, through his character of Jack Fate. Fate’s career stopped, in the timeline of the movie, and he appeared to have been forgotten, much like some of the quiet periods of Dylan’s own career.  The controversy of why he wasn’t at Woodstock gets play here as Jeff Bridges’ reporter harasses Jack Fate on that and a number of topics of music history. There are plenty of other references to musicians of various stripes. Blind Lemon Jefferson’s guitar puts in an appearance, for example, and becomes a physical weapon in the denouement of the movie. In other words, improbably, like a lot of the rest of the alternate history, it hews unreasonably closely to our own history. 

After years of not thinking about it, the movie and its imagery, power and aesthetics, and (for what it has) plot first came back in my mind in the era of the previous president and especially in the last year.  The autocratic, vicious nature of the Presidency, and the abuse of power by his enablers and subordinates, really came to life on the screen. The role of the media as enablers of the administration, the “Network”, having a dark power of their own in this movie, made me think of the networks in our own world who lie, cheat and dissemble in the service of the right. 

As the nature of how the 2020 election was contested, I thought back to this movie and how the Presidency in this movie is very much not an office decided on by voters, but by those willing to take the power for themselves. The America of this movie seems to suffer a continual civil war, something that may yet prove to be a dark prediction of our future. (This puts me in mind of Claire O’Dell’s Janet Watson novels for the same dark view of America). 

The callous killing of George Floyd felt like of a piece of this dark alternate America where there are, if anything, even more guns and violence than in our own world’s America. And as I ultimately saw the injustice that Fate suffers at the end of the movie,  I again thought about the inequities of criminal justice in our own America. There is a dark and abiding cynicism that anything can ever change and that even individual action doesn’t do anything (one minor character talks about having gone from the rebels over to the government forces, and no one even noticed he switched sides). It’s an consistently downbeat movie about the America it depicts, and thus reflects on our own.

But in the end though, is Masked and Anonymous good science fiction? Is it a plausible and good alternate history? No. It’s really alternate history by means of dream, surrealism and illusion. The alternate history of Masked and Anonymous ultimately does not hang together as a narrative. Some of the cameos really are just actors wanting to have lines with Bob Dylan and not much else. Other bits, like the aforementioned Oscar Vogel, defy any rational explanation. The movie is a dark dream of Dylan’s life, and America’s as well and nothing more.

Is it worth watching? If Dylan’s music does not turn you off, and you want a wild and confusing, incoherent trip into an alternate America, and play “spot the cameo”, then  yes, the movie is worth watching, at least once. If for anything, again, for the best version of The Times they are a Changin you will ever hear and see. As for me, I find the movie strangely and weirdly comforting, perhaps because it shows an alternate America that is our own, and yet, measurably far worse. 

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POSTED BY: Paul Weimer. Ubiquitous in Shadow, but I’m just this guy, you know? @princejvstin.


Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Microreview [movie]: Blair Witch

Lost in the woods


I saw The Blair Witch Project on the first showing of opening day and I loved it. It was original and it was scary. I'm even into Book of Shadows, which was a deeply flawed movie. I was pretty surprised to find out that, in the year 2016, I would get a proper sequel to The Blair Witch Project. How well does Blair Witch compare? Not great.

Blair Witch is a found footage style horror movie, following James as he tries to find out what happened to his sister Heather when she disappeared in the Black Hills forest during the events of The Blair Witch Project. After seeing some online footage someone found that he believes shows his sister is still alive, he gathers up three friends, the two locals who found the footage, and they all head into the Black Hills forest to look for the ruined house Heather disappeared in. 

Blair Witch suffers from not buying entirely into its own premise. It purports to be compiled from footage found in the Black Hills as recorded by the members of this doomed expedition but the completeness of this footage means they must've found all of the recording devices. Given the fates of some of the members, this is difficult to believe and it gets harder to believe as the movie goes on. Contributing to this, every single person of has a camera, minus the two locals who only have one camera. Obviously, if you're filming a movie, all these cameras give you a great degree of flexibility when it comes to how to portray a scene, but it totally wrecks the illusion of reality that a found footage movie should create. There were several points in time when I questioned who was wearing the camera that captured some of the scenes in the movie. 

For a found footage movie, these are serious offenses, and it's weakened by the fact that the actors are actually acting. What made The Blair Witch Project special was the feeling that those people were not acting, because they weren't. They were amateurs who were lost in the woods and it's a visceral feeling. Nothing in Blair Witch comes close. 

What it does do right is the ending, and I don't mean that in a snarky way. Blair Witch does effectively build to a screeching crescendo and it's extremely satisfying, even if some of the events of the last 10 minutes aren't perfectly clear. To me, that's kind of a good thing. The movie could have done with more unexplained stuff. Despite my complaints about how it's made, it's not terrible. It just doesn't achieve what it sets out to do.

Top to bottom, this isn't a great movie. It's essentially just a worse version of The Blair Witch Project with a cast twice as large and too much Hollywood influence. Blair Witch Project haters will be justified. Fans will find nothing new in this movie. If you haven't seen any movie in the franchise, this is not the place to start. I'm not the type of person to say it's impossible to make a movie in the style of The Blair Witch Project effectively, but this is not the way it's done.

The Math

Baseline Assessment: 5/10

Bonuses: +1 appropriately climatic ending

Penalties: -1 too many cameras with too much acting in front of them for a found footage, -1 not going to change the minds of any detractors while giving nothing new to fans

Nerd Coefficient: 4/10 (not very good)

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POSTED BY: brian, sci-fi/fantasy/video game dork and contributor since 2014

Reference: Wingard, Adam (dir). Blair Witch [Lionsgate, 2016] 

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Microreview [film] : The Congress, dir Ari Folman (2013)

A cocktail of ideas and styles that doesn't quench your thirst 



Ari Folman blew many minds away with his debut, a semi-autobiographical animated documentary about the haunted dreams of a former Israeli soldier and his hunt for the truth. Yes, I know, that description sounds almost like a spoof of obscure art house fare, but Waltz With Bashir was for me one of the best cinematic experiences of the last decade. Therefore, I was hungry for his next work. Yet The Congress passed me by until now. A muted response at Cannes was followed by a stuttered release strategy that meant my first chance to see it is now, online.

Well, the headphones and screen close to the eyes nature of watching something late at night on my phone has its advantages - the swirling mess that is The Congress benefits from complete absorption. Indeed, a cinema viewing might have been tarnished with yawns or snickering from those around. To borrow a device from the plot, this is a story to be taken in pill form with abandon, not to be nibbled at absentmindedly.



I mean that as a compliment, for the experience of the film is often intensely hypnotic and startling, and would like that to be remembered as I now proceed to tear into that same story like a deranged cat astride a woollen cushion. Folman begins with a meeting between Robin Wright (playing a sincere yet winking version of herself) and her agent (Harvey Keitel, floundering with his dialogue). He lays out the background that in this reality Wright is not successfully reviving her career with House of Cards but is passed-it, a former potential great star tripped up by her bad choices. There is something very awkward about an actress playing an actress who is herself debating film choices within a film that could, sans Cards, have been seen as another flop of a choice. Particularly when we first see her weeping about those choices.


Boo hoo Robin.

The agent then takes her to meet with the studio head of Miramount (see what they did there? Teeheeeee...sigh). Luckily he is played by the excellent wolf-grin-in-a-suit that is Danny Huston. Unluckily Huston is, like Keitel, and everyone who interacts with Wright throughout, saddled with verrrry poinnnnted clunky lines, all of which are punctuated relentlessly with repetitions of her name. 'Robin'. Over and over. Not since Wright was forced to say 'Forrest' far too many times to Hanks has such pointless naming occurred in cinema. Anyhow, it seems cheeky to digress when complaining about digression, so I'll return to what Huston says when he isn't saying 'Robin'.

The studio has determined that the emotional unreliability of actors costs projects too much in time and money and so has embraced new scanning technology which will allow them, contracts permitting, to create movies with stars in virtual form. Freed of the need to placate egos, fund lifestyles and arrange publicity tours, the studios could streamline and capitalise. Wright is of course a committed artist of integrity and soul, so we have to sit through slow, quiet, dull stretches before she finally submits and we get to see some cool flashy lights as they scan her essence.



After this lengthy set-up Folman then does not follow the immediate repercussions of all this on the industry and Wright. No, Hollywood is just one man in a small office with a room with a flashy lights thing in it, and we instead skip twenty years to her driving through the desert to a conference in the animated sector. This is when the inspiration, Stanislaw Lem's 1971 dystopian novel The Futurological Congress, about a drugged populace, comes in, albeit not as effectively. Snorting a pink vial she and all around her suddenly turns into wonderful yet ridiculous animation. The desert ripples and rises into an ocean full of giant cartoon boats and a grinning cartoon octopus, before we arrive at a surreally-tall hotel full of macabre creatures and hallucigenic imagery.



Despite the change in medium feeling like a clumsy jolt, the animation is engaging and vivid, although its firmly retro look and referencing weakens the idea we are in the future somewhat. I enjoyed swimming through the psychedelic landscapes, the solemn and haunting score underpinning Wright's sad isolation. Yet it completely tore me from my weary investment in the 'real' first act.


As the film continues its wild yet neutered path, Wright is carbon-frozen after a bad reaction to the hallucinations and awakens decades hence (another jump in time in place of investing in a moment),  to encounter a way out of the animated world and back to find her son. As the plot crunches forward, Folman throws some gorgeous moments at us (the jump back to the real world is very powerful), and I even began to care slightly for Wright's plight. But the uneven pacing, hammy dialogue, and, above all in a film of suck fun imaginative leaps, serious (mono)tone left me ultimately cold. A sci-fi that is all sincere philosophy and no firm story is a weak one, and Folman needs to find a story as compelling as Waltz to get back on game.

The Math
Baseline assessment 6/10

Bonuses: +1 for startling imagery and a wonderful sense of isolation

Negatives : -1 for achingly-dead dialogue and characters; -1 for not capitalising on wild ideas into a compelling plot; -1 for laugh-out-loud-bad sex scene :



Nerd Coefficient : 4/10 problematic, but has redeeming qualities 

Written by English Scribbler, contributor since 2013.