Thursday, March 23, 2006

NEW REVIEW!
BRICK
(2005, dir. Rian Johnson)
Ardens this movie!!
This movie was great. I mean, G-R-E-A-T. Maybe it wasn't most polished movie or even the most well-paced movie but its one of the best scripts I've heard since The Big Lebowski in 1998. Not unlike Lebowski, Brick is a throwback noir film set in modern day California. So imagine those trite teen comedies of the late 90s except all the kids talk in the quip-laden dialogue of Raymond Chandler or Dashiell Hammond. The story follows Brendan Frye (played by the ubiquitious Joseph Gordon-Levitt) who seems be a cross between Jordan Catalano and Humprey Bogart. Brendan is looking to find out who whacked his beautiful ex-girlfriend (Emilie de Ravin) and ends up infiltrating a drug lord's inner circle. Said drug lord, nicknamed "The Pin" is played by Lukas Haas!!!! Oh my god. I've never been so happy to see someone working again in my life. As the story becomes more and more convoluted, the more you just sit back and enjoy not only the stellar dialogue but Gordon-Levitt's hysterical/compelling performance and the sight gags. Favorites include The Pin's mom serving milk to hoodlums at 4am as well as some laugh-out-loud physical comedy whenever our hero gets his classic beat-downs. Oh... and fucking SHAFT is in this movie. That's right. Richard Roundtree in a self-referential cameo that would make Tarantino ejaculate in his pants. Out of jealousy.

I have to applaud Rian Johnson heartily. He's done something truly original and its a welcome relief to a cinephile like myself. I don't feel that this movie is flawless by any means. There are places where it drags and sound is pretty poor all around. But what do you want? The guy had no budget. What this film succeeds in doing something that big budgeted films absolutely NEVER do these days. Which is... he creates a world, creates rules for that world and then inhabits that world abiding by its rules for about 110 minutes. From its opening credits, Brick assumes you are smart enough to appreciate the story and goes from there. Any film that credits its audiences intelligence instead of negating or talking down to it deserves points. However, it can backfire. There were plenty of people in the theater during the screening I saw that most certainly did not understand what was going on and obviously gave up about 40 minutes in. But you can't blame Rian Johnson for people's attention spans or low self-esteem. Blame whoever created the Blackberry.

Bottom Line: For those of you berading me for never liking anything, I liked this. I liked it a lot.

This movie opens Friday 31 March. In select cities.

3 comments:

Kendra said...

Joseph Gordon Levitt was so amazing in "Manic" (that kiss scene with Zooey Deschanel was pretty memorable), but I'm sure this time he's really great.

d henry said...

Thank you for turning me on to this wonderful film. I just saw it on DVD today. Unfortunately I don't live in NYC so I miss small openings and have to wait for DVD if they even come out. The film was one of the best I have seen bar none. I loved it. I am a fan of Memento and it had that kind of intensity to it, but you put it so well in saying that Johnson created his own universe and invited you in and assumed your intelligence and let the play begin. Joseph Gordon Levitt outdid himself. He had a presence that attracted me as a heterosexual male. There was something great about his all consuming love and need to know that only came out in the end of the story. We need many more films like this.

DallasDeckard said...

This was the most innovative movie I have seen in a long time. It also brought together two of my favorite actors, Levitt and Haas. The luminous Nora Zehetner ignites the slow burn with a mesmerizing musical number. The dialog reminded me, in some ways, of works by Mamet such as American Buffalo - in that what is being said is less important as *how* it is being said (or who is saying it).

I am anxious to see more from director Rian Johnson, and god please don't let another innovative director be wooed by the comic book whores. We lost Raimi and Singer to the leotard louses, anymore is simply unbearable.