Showing posts with label Kevin Macdonald. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kevin Macdonald. Show all posts

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Up with People: LIFE IN A DAY


Last year, the crew behind Life in a Day asked people all around the world to shoot footage of their lives on July 24, 2010 and submit it through YouTube for the chance to see it appear in the film. They call it a crowd-sourced documentary. The result doesn’t prove that the idea of a crowd-sourced film is doomed to failure, but it certainly proves that the way these filmmakers went about it created one.

The footage was assembled and edited by a production team under the direction of Kevin Macdonald (of fiction films like State of Play). The results, however, are directionless pap. It has been assembled into an attempt at a grand message about how everyone the world over is the same despite differences. It’s a movie that homogenizes diversity instead of celebrating it, a jumble of moments big and small padded out with pandering shots of babies, animals, and landscapes. Macdonald doesn’t seem interested in making you think or even in making much of a point.

It all starts with the sun rising, with people getting out of bed and starting their day from China to France to America and everywhere in between. We’re launched immediately into the fiction of the film, a thoroughly crass attempt to order people’s submitted footage in such a way as to conjure a false structure on which to build the film. It turns it all into a feature length greeting card commercial. Worse, it’s also like watching someone else click through YouTube with a broken concept of what is interesting and who refuses to let you click away. If you like a dog getting a newspaper or a mom saying her teen's room is messy, well this is the movie for you: moments you mightn’t buy in a bad sitcom served up under a veneer of vérité.

The footage features plenty of lovely people who would make perfectly sweet little documentary shorts or This American Life segments (a dad teaches his son to shave, a mom recuperating from some kind of major surgery tells her son “It’s okay to be afraid,” a gay man comes out to his grandmother, an Afghan shows us Kabul) were someone with more of a vision to focus on drawing out their stories. Here it’s a catch as catch can, which means plenty of screen time for clear narcissists. Too often I asked myself why in the world someone thought what they were filming would be worth the whole world seeing. It might be worth seeing on YouTube, maybe, but not as part of a feature film.

At best, Life in a Day is a tedious collection of moments, the best of which would have been better off as viral videos. It’s incredibly difficult to sit through. It’s trite and tripe. My disinterest slowly turned into dismay. Some may not like me coming down so hard on a relatively harmless documentary that only wants to be a sweet little time capsule. But what good are uncritical, contextless snippets of footage wrapped in a fake populism? It’s falsely upbeat, to the point where even poverty and war just get glazed over with the same syrupy gloss.

This is a movie ostensibly about how we, that is to say, mankind, live, but it’s lazily organized along a dawn-to-dusk timeline that homogenizes time zones and further loosely organized into little montage categories like “Breakfast” and “Brushing Teeth.” They stop short of actually labeling it thusly, but you get the picture. It’s a constructed idea rather than an observation. If I wanted to sift through tedious videos in hopes I’d stumble onto a gem, I’d just go to YouTube directly. But no, this is curated from the footage submitted, and in the compiling, in the attempt to shove it all into some vague, thoughtless, life-affirming message, that’s where it all went so horribly wrong.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

State of Play (2009)

If a thriller is like a pot of water, State of Play is centered on the right burner, simmers satisfactorily for a while, and manages to boil a few times, even if it doesn’t have enough material to ever boil over. The film follows a pair of reporters, one a veteran (Russell Crowe), one a newbie and a blogger (Rachel McAdams). As a routine murder (suicide? accident?) story turns into a sex scandal and then a full blow conspiracy piece, the two of them are drawn into an endless web of intrigue. There’s a wide and diverse supporting cast that really shines. There’s Helen Mirren as the tough and biting editor and Robin Wright Penn as the wife of a senator. There’s also a great collection of shifty slimeballs engaging in the skullduggery the leads must sort out. Ben Affleck is quite good – I’ve never thought him to be as bad an actor as some have made him out to be – as a senator who finds himself in the middle of a scandal. Among the respectable and suavely sinister supporting cast, Jeff Daniels, Jason Bateman, and David Harbour are great in the handful of scenes they each are given.

This is a slick, solid film handled well by director Kevin Macdonald. Three screenwriters are credited, reason enough, I suppose, for the watered-down feel of the vision. Matthew Michael Carnahan (Lions for Lambs, The Kingdom), Tony Gilroy (the Bourne films, Michael Clayton, Duplicity), and Billy Ray (Shattered Glass, Breach) are all adept crafters of thrillers but this, an adaptation of a six-hour BBC miniseries (unseen by me, though now I want to give it a look), feels a little rushed and jumbled, almost exactly like three different yet similar takes on the material cobbled together and sanded down, but not quite a smooth integration. Even so, this is a well drawn film with fine performances from fine performers that results in fine drama that’s consistently engaging. This isn’t exactly innovative or distinctive filmmaking but there’s something oddly comforting about seeing an old reliable genre trotted out done well and done right. The script is filled with fun lines and a deep vein of wit, as well as sharp twists of ratcheting tension and wrenching reversals of information that shine new light on sleaze and thicken the plot to a pleasant pulp (and it only once reminded me of the similarly circular Coen comedy Burn After Reading).

And there’s something engagingly current about this film which is a bit of a simultaneous eulogy and appreciation for the art of the printed newspaper (there’s even a bit of homage to that classic journalist film All the President’s Men in the way the final headline types across the screen). The editor complains about the corporation that took control of the paper. A reporter nervously compares his status to that of the new blogging department; after all, they’re cheaper, faster, and have lower standards, or so he says. It’s a rather touching tribute to what Crowe’s character would call “damn fine reporting.” There is a valiant melancholy to the tone of the film that sends the reporters, those brave investigative journalists, off into an uncertain sunset.

This isn’t a great thriller but it’s a good one, the multiplex equivalent of a well-written airport novel. It’s long – but not too long – complex – but not too complex – and satisfyingly immersive with some genuinely unexpected twists and a compelling mystery. I settled back into my seat, sipped my soda, and thoroughly enjoyed having the world melt away for a little over two hours, even though it was only replaced by a hightened and simplified version of it.