Greetings from the Ditch

Been sleeping a lot, which is nice, but I'm never awake. Too much, I suppose. Prov 6:10.

Saw "Troy" this past friday. For a film that's supposed to be an epic, it ends up being one long whimper. Critics of the modern Hollywood portrayal of love and sex would have a field day. There's a good amount of skin, but no believable passion, either in the battle scenes or the love scenes. In fact, the whole film is bereft of any emotional involvement except perhaps the scene where Peter O'Toole's Priam begs for his son's corpse. The decade long seige of Troy was wrapped up in less than a month in the film, any sense of grandeur was equally abreviated. Eric Bana's Hector did come across as both troubled and heroic, probably the best role. Orlando Bloom's pansy Paris was a departure from his Legolas role (although apparently he kept his elvish archery), and Brad Pitt's Achilles came off as more of an asshole than a hero, I'm not sure he could have done much more given the extraordinarily cliche'd script. He was still much better in Fight Club/12 Monkeys. Diane Kruger's Helen wasn't bad looking, but I got the impression that incredible eye make up is what it takes to launch a thousand ships. Interestingly, the gods which coloured Homer's tale were absent and clearly powerless in this film. Perhaps it was an attempt to bring added realism for a secular audience, but at the same time it lost much of the drama that fate brought Homer's tales. In fact without any trace of divine influence the entire war was pretty pointless except for the ambition of a few petty men in powerful places. Oh wait, maybe that was the point. 2.5/5

Watched "Man on Fire" a week ago. All the critics have been talking about the recent spate of revenge flicks, the kind of morals we're teaching to the impressionable audiences, the type of society that demands these kinds of films. On the other hand I found this a rather thought provoking religiously themed film. Having been raised with Sunday school stories of the heroes of the Old Testament, I've recently began to realize that a lot of the moral stories are much more complex than they're often portrayed. Scott's (our pastor) recent series on the narrative of Jacob paints Israel as a rather pathetic asshole, but a blessed and fortunate one. Most of the Old Testament characters are neither good nor bad, but often flawed and redeemed. So then Tony Scott (the director) also has an interesting picture of a troubled bodyguard, Creasy on a quest for justice and his own redemption. Can't really describe why I liked it, it might have been Creasy's solitary character portrayed by Denzel's solid acting, or the gorgeous but gritty cinematography, or maybe the lack of a clean good-guys-win ending. True, there were a few cliched, but well delivered lines, and the artificial jumpy video effects got a little annoying, but despite the length of the film, I was not bored for a moment. In the end, unlike Troy, it made me feel, and it made me think, and that's what a good movie is for me. 4/5