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Volume 3, Issue 17
August 16 - August 29, 2001
PUNK ROCK STOCK
One local director toils out of obscurity.
Making movies is a tough racket. The lengths filmmakers go to get the idea
up on the screen-- the cajoling, the fundraising, the compromise and the
drudgery-- is exhaustive. Orson Welles,
arguably the greatest American of the
film auteurs, lamented late in life that
most of his time had been spent attempting
to finance his movies, not making
them. While movies sometimes make
money, they always take money to be
made. Kevin Smith maxed out credit
cards to make Clerks. Francis Coppola
mortgaged his home after blowing the
budget for Apocalypse Now. James
McElwee survived a car crash to get the
money for Ignomoney, his punk rock
musical currently being shot here in
Denver.
"I was hit by a drunk driver in December
of 1998 who was going the wrong way
down Logan and hit me smack in front of
the Governor's Mansion," McElwee said.
"It broke my jaw in two places and really
fucked me up for a while. Once the movie
is done, the settlement and my savings
will be pretty much gone." McElwee
plans to submit his film to a variety of
festivals, including Sundance, in the fall.
In making Ignomoney, McElwee has had
to tap more than just financial reserves.
A 1995 graduate of the film school at the
University of Colorado at Boulder, he
worked extensively as a sound engineer
for music shows at venues such as the
Boulder Theater, the Ogden and the now-defunct
Club 156. Dissatisfied with the
exclusively technical nature of the CU
film program (" No training on directing
theory or how to communicate with
actors."), McElwee enrolled in theater
courses. Upon graduation, he began writing
Ignomoney as musical theater in the
tradition of The Who's Tommy, Jesus
Christ Superstar and "The Muppet
Show," with the latter two given vigorous
nods on the Ignomoney soundtrack. In
May of 2000, McElwee directed his opus
for the New Plays Festival at the Denver
Civic Theatre.
May also brought the release of Mike
Figgis' Time Code, an innovative film
shot with continuous footage from four
handheld digital video cameras.
McElwee, who was frustrated with the
shortfall of Ignomoney's theatrical production
and his original vision as a writer,
saw in Time Code a new approach. "It
kind of set me back on my heels," he said.
"Here's how to maintain the spontaneity
and overall flow of the piece and not have
to worry about setting up the camera."
Auditions and preparations for production
began this January.
The evening of August 8, inside a large
bungalow off of Colorado Boulevard, a
rehearsal is underway. Ignomoney is a
dialogue-driven script interspersed with
songs played by a punk band made for the
movie called Pontius Pilate & The Nail-Driving
Five. John Brown fills the lead
role of Jason, the conflicted lead singer of
Pontius Pilate. Brown is an actor in the
process of editing his own film with one
of the cameramen of Ignomoney, Erin
Mischker. Ignomoney follows the course
of a practice session that turns volatile
with the conflict between Jason and his
ex-girlfriend, Kate, played by Heidi
Hammill.
Luke Schmaltz, lead singer and guitarist
in the local punk bank King Rat, aptly
plays Johnny, the guitarist for Pontius
Pilate. McElwee wanted Schmaltz to sing
on the film's soundtrack, a plan that fell
through when Schmaltz was stabbed in
the back during a brawl at Cricket On The
Hill. Now recovered, he is splitting his
time between his band and drama before
the camera. "Acting kind of found me,"
said Schmaltz, who has growing list of
commercials and independent films to his
credit.
The ventilation in the room is poor, and
even without supplemental lighting the
temperature climbs as shooting progresses.
The DV cameras are set on slats of
wood which are mounted on inverted
bicycle forks. McElwee created these
devices to give the cameras some stability,
which he felt was lacking in other low-budget
efforts like Blair Witch Project.
These makeshift Steadicams resemble
inverted steel wishbones, and soon the
cameramen found they have a second
use; grasped by the fork steering tube, the
contraptions also serve as cranes which
can be raised to the ceiling for overhead
shots.
In the script, lack of stability is sought
after. Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
was one of the films that McElwee gave
to the cast to view as a template and it
shows. Verbal barbs and sparks of dysfunction
characterize much of the strife
between the characters. Little wonder that
in the beginning of the film, Jason lapses
into a fantasy sequence of playing before
packed club. This scene is shot the next
night at 15th Street Tavern, with much of
crowd comprised of extras aspiring to
some Hollywood in downtown Denver.
The tavern fantasy sequence, like the rest
of Ignomoney, relies as much on the dedication
of the cast and crew as it does on
money. Probably more so ... no one is getting
paid. Besides, affluent punk rock just
sounds bad.
--Andrew Wells movies
photo by sean hartgrove
MOVIE REVIEW
AMERICAN PIE 2
There's something about Steve Stifler (Sean William Scott), that brings a
smile to most people's faces subconsciously. Maybe it's the ridiculous way he
talks to his friends, or maybe it's the fact that he thinks with his
penis. I think it's the latter. In American Pie 2, he breaks
into a girl's house to search for evidence to prove to his
buddies that she is indeed a lesbian. At the end of his
rainbow he finds a dildo, but its rightful owner has
returned home and he forgot where he found it. What is
he gonna do? It's gags like this that make up the majority
of AP2, a funny yet sometimes redundant comedy
that makes good on its promise to continue with gross
out gags and sexual humor, trademarks that made the
first film a success.
Jim (Jason Biggs) has just completed his first year of
college and has returned home for the summer like the
rest of his clan from the first film. These guys very
quickly realize that living with their parents is probably
why they left for school in the first place, so they move
in together, relocating to a beach house on Lake
Michigan.
After being a year apart, some of the guys have changed
(Finch has been brainwashed by a Japanese woman),
and some haven't (Jim is still a novice when it comes to
women). Despite the changes or the similarities, one
thing is certain: these guys are gonna have a wicked
party to celebrate the end of the movie, I mean summer.
Director J. B. Rogers has done a good deed by bringing
back all the original cast members. And when I say
everyone, I do mean everyone, including the likes of
"The Shermanator" to the two guys who were screaming
MILF at Stifler's mom from the first film.
Making AP2 must have been similar to brewing a cup of
coffee; it's impossible to screw up. Having all the right
ingredients from the first film, and already having mastered
the recipe on a successful funny movie, AP2 delivers
exactly what you anticipate-- laugh-out-loud, id-related humor with dashes of nudity for show.
What else would you expect from a movie where one of
the main characters introduces himself to women as
"The StifMeister"? B
--Neal James
Movie Review
RAT RACE
Walking out of the theater after seeing Rat Race, I overheard a
young girl, probably seven or eight years old, tell her mother it was the
funniest movie she had ever seen. I can't make the same claim, but I have
probably seen more movies than the average eight-year-old.
It is, however, the most enjoyable comedy I have
seen this summer. I doubt five minutes went by in that
theater that I didn't laugh, and I kept chuckling after
leaving the theater. Rat Race is quite simply a very
funny movie.
What works most for this film is the cast. Most of the
people in this movie are playing characters perfectly
suited to their talent. John Cleese is a dry, smug eccentric;
Rowan Atkinson utilizes physical humor and a
funny voice; Seth Green is bitterly sarcastic, etc. Even
Whoopi Goldberg and Lanei Chapman, who have two of
the least entertaining characters, get in occasional
moments of amusement.
The movie's best performances come from Jon Lovitz as
a self-centered family man and Vince Vieluf as the mumbling
half of a pair of would-be con artist brothers.
Lovitz is the best he's been in any live action role since
his "Saturday Night Live" days, taking some of the best
lines in the movie and making them even better with his
delivery. Vieluf, on the other hand, plays his part nearly
mute, relying on facial expressions and physical reactions
for the roll.
The script is really little more than a series of road trip
scenes, but that's all it needs to be; for the most part the
individual scenes are strong enough to carry themselves.
The writing is good, the jokes work, and the situations
are unbelievable enough to make you stop worrying
about realism. The story that is used to tie these jokes
together involves six people chosen at random to race
from Las Vegas to Silver City, New Mexico, for $2 million.
It is done for the amusement of a group of millionaires
who will bet on absolutely anything (which makes
for one of the movie's better running gags).
Because the contestants are given no rules other than
first one there gets the cash; every possible mode of
transportation is used. Because the vehicles are often
chosen out of desperation, the most bizarre and outlandish
ones possible are used. After all, where is the fun
in watching people have uneventful drives through
Arizona? Trust me; in this movie they are better off in
hot air balloons, busses full of "I Love Lucy" fans, and
Nazi towncars. The only real flaw in Rat Race is the
length. Pushing the two hour mark, the final scenes start
to feel like they are being dragged out a little longer than
necessary.
However, it is great ending-- an unexpected one, but it
fits perfectly with the rest of the film-- and had 10 or 15
minutes been cut elsewhere in the movie it would have
seemed just right. When all is said and done, Rat Race is
everything it should be. It is entertaining, enjoyable, and
the funniest movie to hit theaters in a long while. B+
--Chris Ward
DVD REPORT
UNBREAKABLE
David Dunn (Bruce Willis), the sole survivor of a train derailment that
killed more than a hundred people, soon finds his miraculously spared life
haunted by the intense Elijah Price (Samuel L.
Jackson), a dealer in comic book art.
Price was born with a genetic defect that
curses him with brittle, easily broken
bones; he feels that if he is on one end of
the human spectrum, David must be on
the other -- nearly invulnerable to harm,
immune to disease, seemingly possessed
of a sixth sense that alerts him to trouble
on his job as a security guard ... in short,
Elijah is convinced that David is a bona
fide superhero.
Unbreakable is a two-disc set: the feature
itself on disc one, all extras on disc two.
Loaded with not only two foreign language
tracks but a DTS soundtrack, there
is sadly no room on disc one for a director
commentary. I especially say "sadly"
because Shyamalan is so articulate about
his process in the "Deleted Scenes" feature,
in which he introduces each deletion
with the reasons why they were ultimately
excised. It's a tribute to
Shyamalan's craft that had any of these
scenes remained in the released version,
I would not have blinked. They're that
good. But their running time (including
Night's intros) add up to nearly 30 minutes,
so his decision to cut them seems
quite correct.
There is also a somewhat unsatisfying 15
minute "Making Of" feature which relies
mainly on interviews with Willis and
various crew members, and (more interesting)
a 20 minute featurette titled
"Comic Books and Superheroes with
Samuel L. Jackson." This weaves together
interviews with Jackson and several of
the brighter lights in the comics firmament.
Shyamalan also includes an excerpt from
one of his movie projects shot when only
a teen -- "Night's First Fight Scene" --
and it's about as convincing as you could
expect from a bunch of kids messing
around with a video camera.
One strange omission: no theatrical trailers.
Yes, yes, you can call me spoiled all
you want, but I'm always interested in
observing how films like this are marketed,
and when presented with a deluxe
package like this -- well, even the barebones MGM genre discs give me at least
a trailer. Very odd. B+
--Dr. Freex
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