Monday, October 12, 2009

Monday at the Movies

Stella Adler, the famous ol’ timey acting teacher, once said something like, “All stories are about class difference.”

And today, so were the two movies I saw, sort of.

People are sick of Michael Moore. Frankly, I can’t get enough of him. I think what he makes is total leftist porn. But when I am politically jerking off, this is exactly the kind of smut I want to watch. So, since no one was interested, I went ahead and popped into the movie theatre in Chelsea on 23rd and 8th and had me some Capitalism: A Love Story.

I loved it. And I highly recommend seeing it. I don’t think it’s really about Capitalism. It’s really about the richest people of our country getting away with profound theft and the culture of corruption that is Wall Street-Washington-Saunders-Rubin-Greenspan-Cheney-Bush-Goldman Sachs-you name it. Okay, so it is about Capitalism, and how Capitalism hijacked our Democracy. From a Michael Moore email below (yeah, I’m on his blast):

And it's true. I've been surprised (and slightly annoyed) that, with all that's been written and talked about "Capitalism: A Love Story," very little attention has been paid the mind-blowing stuff in the film: (airline) pilots on food stamps, companies secretly taking out life insurance policies on employees and hoping they die young so the company can collect, judges getting kickbacks from the private prison industry for sending innocent people (kids) to be locked up. The profit motive -- it's a killer.

He’s a fun filmmaker. Not the best ever. Not the smartest. A total chubby clown. But he’s our chubby clown. And we need to laugh now more than ever. Bring it on Falstaff!

Capitalism: A Love Story

Nick Hornby, writer of About A Boy, has adapted Lynn Barber’s memoir into a screenplay. An Education

There’s nothing but spoilers if the movie is remarked upon in detail. But, we know this: an older man seduces a high school student. And it’s problematic. There, I said it.

Acting is superb, really. Though Sarsgaard—he gets cast and, well, you know there’s smarm a-comin’.

Good story, but such obvious dialogue in the screenplay, you get sort of annoyed. Plus, the language doesn’t feel quite British. It’s almost as if they made sure this movie could be easily understood by an American audience.

But who am I to judge? I’ve never made a movie. Okay, once. Sixth grade. About a lemonade stand that turns people into monsters. And the film didn’t film. But I’ve told you this before.

1 comment:

Dan said...

I just wish Michael Moore's films weren't filled with so many lies that discredit his arguments.