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Wednesday, April 30, 2008

"She Said, He Said": It's All Walt's Fault

Hello, readers! I’m sure you’re wondering why Bill and I did not post a “She Said, He Said” for the past two weeks. Well, I’m responsible for the delay, and I’m so, so sorry. As you may have noticed from my “Of the Week” homage, my pet rat Hermione died on Sunday, April 13th. She had been horribly sick for two days before that, and I basically spent every second with her, just holding her and trying to comfort her and give her all the love in the world. I wanted her to know that she wasn’t alone. I mean, she technically wasn’t alone, because I had another rat, but the support of a parent is different and, I believe and hope, stronger. I loved her, and still love her, so much. Hermione was extremely adorable, affectionate (always giving kisses), and just one of the best pets I could ever ask for.

I know a lot of people despise rats, but they really make wonderful pets. They’re unbelievably cute and smart, and they’re great companions. If you want a rodent for a pet, go with a rat. They have the rare ability to interact and bond with you, and to love you as much as you love them. I also know that people might not consider the death of a rat a big deal, but I’m a huge animal lover, and I’m totally devoted to my pets. The death of my darling Hermione is as significant as the loss of any pet. I miss her terribly. I was a weeping, emotional wreck for days (while she was sick and then after she died). It’s agonizing to watch a pet die, and her illness and death hit me hard. I just didn’t have the energy to devote to our collaboration at the time. It was also my turn to pick the topic, and because of what was going on, I couldn’t think of anything good enough.

But then, as I was mourning my baby, I came up with what I feel was a stroke of genius. I was consumed with the loss of Hermione, which led me to think about animals and how much I adored them, and that took me way back to my childhood. Eureka! I’m positive that my love of animals is deeply rooted in the cinematic influence of Walt Disney during my formative years. Like most people, I grew up on Disney films, and they’ve always been a big part of who I am. There’s a special section in my heart dedicated to Disney (the entity, not so much the man). Because I couldn’t possibly narrow the list down to five, I suggested that Bill and I each choose our ten favorite animated Disney films (live action/animated combos, unless the live action is extremely sparse, as is the case of one of the picks, and Pixar do not apply) and discuss why for about a paragraph. So, I was really happy with this idea.

Yet even though the concept was inspired by my beloved pet, when the time came to make my list, I somehow couldn’t bring myself to think about all the animals in those movies. It was too painful. As that wore off, I encountered another problem when I realized that my recollection was seriously fuzzy. I had a definite idea of what would go on the list, and I distinctly recalled feelings associated with the films, but I couldn’t quite identify specifics or articulate why they made the cut because I didn’t remember, at least not to my satisfaction. I decided to give myself a crash course in Disney and just bombard myself with the candidates.

This Disney assault was a wise plan, because some of the films that I thought were definitely going to be on my list ended up definitely not. I had a theory that if it was magical for me as a little girl, it would hold up and still be as magical for me today. Indeed, some proved to be just as awe-inspiring and delightful as ever, and others did not. They just failed to impress me on that fundamental level. They’re still really good or even great, but they didn’t quite live up to the glorious memory, and they’re certainly not favorites. I’m glad I reviewed. I fell in love with the films all over again, but then, I put even more pressure on myself to get the piece right. It had to be special. So, it ended up taking me a lot longer than I thought it would to write. I put everything I had into it, and I think it paid off.

So, that’s the long story of why the “She Said, He Said” is late. Bill never complained for one second and has been a wonderfully supportive friend and colleague throughout this process. Regrettably, we’ve missed two weeks, and we're not able to post one next week either, but that’s the way it crumbles, cookie-wise. Hopefully this entry is big and juicy enough to make up for it. The following week, we'll be back on track, and it'll be Bill's turn to host. Look for it on Wednesday, our regularly scheduled day. That's May 14th, in case you want to mark your calendars.

So, to officially introduce this collaboration, the topic is Disney. Bill and I each selected our ten favorite Disney films of all time, and I’m sure it was as difficult for Bill as it was for me. There are so many great ones that it’s hard to narrow the list down to only ten. But, huzzah, we’ve done it! What did we pick? How do our lists compare and contrast? Do we have anything in common Disney-wise at all? Aren’t you excited to see? And I put this to you: What are YOUR favorite Disney films? I promise you’ll have fun figuring it out.


She Said: Lisa Draski

This is dedicated to my pet rat Hermione (rest in peace, little girl), my other darling rats Junebug and Jasmine (she’s new - I named her during this process), my crazy clown of a conure Buster, and my angel of a dog Molly.

As is the case with most human beings, I was a child once, and a really cute one at that. I was born in 1981, and even though I dream constantly about what it would have been like to live during the Golden Age of Hollywood and gripe that I was born in the wrong era, I loved my childhood. Since I can’t change the date of my birth, I’m very happy with the one I was dealt. I feel extremely lucky. Growing up in the 80s was glorious, even if I was too young to fully appreciate the fun fashion fads. My mother read to me all the time. By the time I was 2, I could recite entire books back to her by heart. I hardly ever watched TV. We didn’t even get a VCR until I was 5, and I like to think that by then, I had already formed a pretty discerning, critical taste. Only the best was good enough for shy, precocious little me. I can’t, ahem, quite account for the Full House, Growing Pains, and Family Matters incidents, but those came later.

The VCR opened up a whole new world to me. Stuff that I enjoyed on TV could be taped and watched over and over. Children’s television was blissful during my youth. I feel sorry for kids today. I devoured Sesame Street, Mr. Rogers, The Smurfs, Care Bears, My Little Pony, Alvin and the Chipmunks and, my very favorite, She-Ra. With her, a feminist was born. I dressed up as She-Ra for three consecutive Halloweens, you know. Anyway, the VCR also introduced me to a man who set the standard for entertainment, a man who irrevocably changed my life and shaped the woman I would become, sparked my imagination, and soaked my spongy brain with all sorts of marvelous ideas and possibilities. That man is Walt Disney.

The illusion of the grandfatherly nurturer has, alas, been shattered, but luckily it was when I was old enough to separate the man from his work. I think Walt Disney was a misguided, horrid, evil person. I’ve read so much about his Hitler-like business practices, and I’ve heard that he was a racist. Yes, that’s another thing he seems to have had in common with Adolf Hitler – raging anti-Semitism. I don’t know if the racism/anti-Semitism stuff is totally true, yet somehow I believe it is, at least on some level. I think he had some serious hatred in him. That’s just my feeling. Sigh. But there had to be good in him. How else could he cast such a powerful, beautiful spell over the hearts of children everywhere, including myself, and create some of the most beloved, enduring works of all time? He was a revolutionary who obviously loved children, and his dedication and creativity are unparalleled and inspiring. I am forever indebted to him for the joy his films have brought me. That’s what I choose to remember about him. Walt Disney, I salute you, sir.

My appreciation for Walt Disney and his awe-inspiring canon of films has only grown with me. I’m talking about all of them, including the ones made after he died during the Renaissance period that began with The Little Mermaid. In fact, it was the Renaissance that influenced me more than anything because of my age at the time and just being in the moment. So, when I refer to Disney, I mean the man and everything associated with that name. Anyway, besides fostering a lifelong love of animals, as I’ve already mentioned, Disney films were my main introduction to film, period. I think I was always going to study and write about film, but without Disney, who knows? He was the catalyst that got the fires of passion burning. These films molded me and opened me up to countless new and exciting people, places, and things. I emphasize places because you have to give the Disney bunch credit for exploring other worlds and cultures. There have been accusations of racism (Dumbo, Song of the South), which are sometimes totally justified. I tell you, though, when you’re a kid, you don’t think about that stuff. I didn’t grow up to be a racist because of the crows in Dumbo. It doesn’t make it right, but I think overall there’s a very, very low percentage of racism in Disney films. Unfortunately, I’m sure there’s been flack surrounding every film not set in America. Anyway, I seriously love how Disney has transported us around the world – the Arabian desert, the streets of London, France, China, India, Mesoamerica, and even under the sea – and to other time periods, while always remaining universal and timeless.

These films made me think wonderful thoughts. I said that She-Ra was responsible for my feminist sentiments. Well, she was part of it, but I’d say that she comprised about 10% (a tremendous 10%, though) of my introduction to female empowerment. The rest was all Disney. She-Ra didn’t have the same staying power, so Disney films (the whole shebang, or SHE-bang if you prefer), were infinitely more important in shaping my ideas of femininity, and I’m glad and grateful that they were. It’s rather remarkable that these positive representations of women came from virtually all men (seriously, check the credits) in a time when girl power wasn’t exactly cool in society. The Disney heroines are such empowering, glorious female role models and icons. How delightfully progressive.

When they say that every little girl wants to be a princess, it’s true. Why? For the answer, look no further than Walt’s vault of girl-centric goodies. Yes, Walt Disney is the reason that all little girls want to be princesses. I know I did. I’m sure there are some feminazis out there who scoff at the prevalence of princess-hood in Disney movies and get huffy because they think it’s a negative, old-fashioned representation of feminine oppression. To them I say: Get over yourselves. Join us rational people back on Earth, won’t you? Not everyone is out to get us. That poisonous anti-Disney argument couldn’t be farther from the truth. It’s just absurd. The Disney women rock. They make me proud to be a woman. And seriously, there are far worse aspirations than wanting to be a princess. In fact, the princess notion taught us to strive for greatness and never settle. Be a princess. Be royalty. You deserve it. That’s awesome! Disney women are so strong, and that message of strength and empowerment was what I absorbed from them and the films. I wanted to be a princess when I was a little girl, but I wanted to be a princess who looked great, wore fabulous dresses, AND kicked ass. I knew we could have it all. Thank you, Mr. Disney.

Now, after much deliberation and some heavenly reviewing, here is a list of my ten favorite Disney films, in no particular order. Hey, I’m only human. I couldn’t possibly rank them. How do you rank pieces of yourself?

Behold the magic:

101 Dalmatians (1961):


Puppies! More than that, puppies speaking in British accents! How could I resist? Despite the ample cuteness, this film is deceptively sophisticated. I love the jazzy feel of the music and the mood. The streets of London never looked hipper. The animation has a unique, edgy unfinished look about it that perfectly complements the story. 101 Dalmatians opens delightfully with a voiceover of a male narrator discussing the pitfalls of bachelorhood and his pet, but we find out that the voice belongs to Pongo, the Dalmatian lounging in front of the window, and not Roger, the pipe-smoking musician toiling away in the background. Both bachelors find their matches in Dalmatian Perdita and her pet, Anita. What I think this film has over Lady and the Tramp is that the human owners, Roger and Anita, are just as interesting and fleshed out as the dogs. And you’ll be hard-pressed to find a villain as delicious as the iconic Cruella De Vil (with a theme song written by Roger that you can really jam out to), the evil woman who steals Pongo and Perdita’s 15 puppies, and then gathers up 84 others, so that she can make a Dalmatian fur coat. And yet, I still dig her. She’s a riot. This film is still suspenseful, funny, and touching. One amazing sequence features the “Twilight Bark,” an emergency alert system for dogs. It was such a joy to watch 101 Dalmatians again and to discover that it’s even better than I remembered. Oh, and did I mention puppies? 99 of them?

Cinderella (1950):


This has always been one of my favorite Disney films. Cinderella is one of the toughest and most empowering women depicted on film during the 1950s, a decade that is not exactly known for its liberal attitudes toward the fairer sex. From the very first time you see her, waking up and singing the glorious “A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes,” you’re hooked. You empathize with her, and you know that she has a brain and convictions beneath the beautiful exterior. Cinderella is definitely one of the biggest reasons that I love rodents. The mice are fantastic! All of the animals are wonderful characters, and so are most of the humans. The step-sisters are sufficiently icky, everyone wants a fairy godmother (bless you, Verna Felton!), and Lady Tremaine, the evil step-mother, is one of Disney’s best and most menacing villains. I think the prince has all of 5 lines, and he’s really pretty lame, but it’s easy to overlook. The animation is impeccably gorgeous.

The scene with the Fairy Godmother singing “Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo” and transforming Cinderella, the pumpkin, and the animals for the ball is one of the most magical in film history. That glittering white dress she wears to the ball is exquisite. Some people think it’s blue, some think it’s white. I say it’s white. I’ve always believed that and still do. Regardless, it’s beautiful. It’s one of the best, if not the very best, of the princess dresses. Every girl (and woman) wants Cinderella’s dress. In fact, I wore a dress to my senior prom that looks like it. Now that I think about it, I must have been subconsciously influenced by Cinderella in my choice. All I knew was that I wanted to look like a princess for prom. I know that Snow White is historically significant, but I don’t care for it. As far as I’m concerned, Cinderella is the pinnacle of Disney excellence during Walt’s lifetime. It’s the quintessential fairy tale. It set the royal standard. And speaking of royal, the Cinderella castle is unquestionably Disney’s most recognizable piece of architecture. It’s the foundation, the most prominent fixture, of two of the theme parks (Tokyo and the main one, the big kahuna - Disneyworld in Orlando, Florida). Let’s be honest here: Disneyworld is way better than Disneyland in California. And the Cinderella castle of Disneyworld puts the Sleeping Beauty castle of Disneyland to shame. If you still need more convincing about the film’s significance, the Cinderella castle is also the Disney logo. Case closed. How’s that for cinematic longevity and influence?

Lady and the Tramp (1955):


Dogs. Enough said. No, just kidding. But seriously, I love, love, love dogs, and this film is one of the reasons that I’m so obsessed. Lady as a puppy is one of the cutest things ever. I think I squealed out loud a bunch of times during my recent viewing. She is such a sweetheart. The humans are a non-factor. They only matter because of how they affect Lady. The relationship between Lady and the Tramp is the classic attraction of complements: he’s street smart, and she’s, well, a lady. They need each other. With the roll of the meatball, Tramp is saying, “You complete me.” This is one of the most romantic movies ever made. The famous restaurant scene still makes me swoon. There are great supporting characters, mainly dogs, like Lady’s friends Jock and Trusty, and all of the dogs at the pound, especially Peg, the vixen who sings “He’s a Tramp.” It’s a fabulous song (performed sensually by the marvelous Peggy Lee). And who knew that a dog could be so sexy? She’s hot! The pound scene is devastating, though. I’ve had two dogs and rescued both from the pound, and I sense another Disney-real life connection here. I’m not a huge fan of the rat as villain, but I’m biased, as you know, and I can’t really fault the movie for that. That particular rat IS pretty gross and evil. Lady and the Tramp contains some of the most breathtaking animation I’ve ever seen, and it’s a timeless, enchanting tale, full of love and laughter, and it’s guaranteed to touch your heart. You didn’t think I forgot about the Siamese cats, did you? How could I? They’re sinfully entertaining. Their voices and that song are haunting, thanks again to the vocal and composing talents of Peggy Lee. You’ll be shaking your hips to that melody for weeks. Ba-dum-bum-bum.

Sleeping Beauty (1959):


Walt Disney wanted Sleeping Beauty to be a moving illustration, a painting come to life, and he succeeded. Since they had just done Cinderella, the animation had to be different to set it apart. If you compare it to the rest of Disney’s early work, Sleeping Beauty is totally unique. It’s more stylized, and it’s so lush and expensive-looking (which it was), but in a good way. The love and attention to detail that the animators put into this project are evident. The shot with Aurora on the bed asleep is so gorgeous that it blows my mind, how she looks ethereally unreal and yet shockingly realistic at the same time. I think Sleeping Beauty is a strong character, but she’s unfortunately not in it that much. The real star of the film is the trio of fairies – Flora (pink), Fauna (green), and Merryweather (blue). For people who don’t think Aurora is a well-developed female character, check out the rest of the women – the three fairies and the sinister villain Maleficent. The fairies are the ones who save the day in the end. Prince Philip is good, but they’re better. They basically do everything for him. Merryweather is my personal favorite. She’s such a cute, tough, feisty little thing. And even though Maleficent is evil, there’s no law saying that a villain can’t be empowering. I think Maleficent rocks. Aurora and Philip are incidental in this film, but who cares? The other characters pick up the slack, and it’s fun, touching, suspenseful, and totally scary. When I was young, I was absolutely terrified when Maleficent turned into a dragon at the end. It’s one of my most vivid Disney memories. It’s STILL scary today. And the battle between her and Philip and the fairies is one of the most magnificently animated sequences I’ve ever seen.

Bambi (1942):


I think this film was my first introduction to the concept of death, even though I probably didn’t really comprehend it at the time. Bambi’s mother getting shot and killed is shocking. Lots of Disney characters don’t have parents, but losing one so matter-of-factly during the film is extremely rare. Bambi and his mother have one of Disney’s best parent-child relationships, so her death is even more upsetting. There couldn’t be a better pro-preservation advertisement than Bambi. Who doesn’t want to live in that forest? It’s divine. As Bambi discovers the world around him, so do we. His joy is our joy. The extraordinary animation doesn’t hurt either. Seriously, none of the Disney animation is bad. Some is just better. Bambi is better than others. It’s so pristine, just like the forest before man came in and ruined it. Stupid man. The characters are wonderfully memorable, especially Thumper and Flower. And Thumper teaching Bambi to glide on the ice is classic for a reason. The film is delightfully funny and sweet, but it’s also devastating and profound. We’re dealing with heavy issues here – hunting, destruction of the environment, and death. Honestly, I don’t know how anyone can watch Bambi and still go hunting. I don’t really get hunting as a sport at all. It’s cruel and senseless. I’m sure Bambi had a part in forming that sentiment. There’s all this talk now about “going green.” Well, go green – watch Bambi.

Mulan (1998):


There was the late 80s-early 90s Renaissance, and then there was nothing for almost a handful of years until Mulan came along. Mulan is worthy of being called a Renaissance film. I had no expectations for it. I was in high school, Disney had lost creative steam, and then Mulan blazed into my life out of nowhere like a shooting star. It’s a wonderful film that’s sadly rarely discussed and totally underappreciated. This is Disney’s first trip to the Far East, China to be exact. When the Huns invade China (my history is fuzzy – it was a long, long time ago, let’s just say that), all men are required to fight. The only male left in Mulan’s family is her sickly, old father, so she poses as a man and goes to fight in his place, along with her horse, an adorable lucky cricket named Cri-Kee, and a tiny red dragon named Mushu. Eddie Murphy does brilliant work as the voice of Mushu. It’s some of his very best. He’s absolutely hilarious and makes Mushu just as funny as Robin Williams does with the Genie in Aladdin, which is a huge compliment. Mushu is a great character. He’s originally the dragon sent to awaken the Great Stone Dragon, which will guide Mulan on her quest, but he breaks the Great Stone Dragon and goes himself without telling anyone. So, he has to prove that he’s worthy of a place among the rest of the family ancestors. It’s really sweet. All of the characters, human and otherwise, are fantastic. Anyway, did I mention that Mulan cross-dresses? That’s insane for a Disney film. She’s one of Disney’s best women – inspiring, exciting, and totally empowering. She literally takes matters into her own hands to save China. That’s awesome. The animation is excellent. There are moments when it literally takes my breath away, like in the outstanding sequence with the Huns rushing down a mountain with an avalanche, and basically everything in the city and by the palace at the end. The climax and denouement make me weep. Take everything I just said, and throw in a great love story between Mulan and her captain who thinks she’s a man (oh, snap!), terrific score and songs, and a sensitive, fascinating depiction of another culture, and you get a tremendously satisfying film. My ten favorites are not listed in any certain order, as I already said, but Mulan would be in my top 5 for sure.

The Emperor’s New Groove (2000):


This goofy gem is the funniest Disney film by a long shot. Not only that, it’s one of the funniest movies I’ve ever seen in my life – Disney or otherwise. It’s so unabashedly ridiculous and, overall, unapologetically unsentimental. The fact that there still ARE some sweet, emotional moments is just gravy. The Emperor’s New Groove is brilliantly executed comic chaos. It seems out of control, but it never is. Do you know how hard that is to do? This film contains slapstick comedy worthy of Charlie Chaplin, Buster Keaton, and Harold Lloyd, and a relentless barrage of witty jokes and intelligent verbal sparring reminiscent of Preston Sturges or Billy Wilder. It’s so fast-paced and funny that you barely have time to breathe in between fits of laughter. The Emperor’s New Groove takes place in Mesoamerica (1300s, I’d guess), and there is a wonderful fusion of ancient and modern cultures. Emperor Kuzco (David Spade) is a spoiled brat and a total jerk. His advisor, Yzma (Eartha Kitt), wants to kill him and take his place. When he fires her, it’s on. However, instead of killing him, her crony Kronk (Patrick Warburton) turns him into a llama. Kuzco winds up in the village of a gentle giant of a peasant named Pacha (John Goodman – could this cast be any better?). This is the same hillside village that Kuzco had just decided to tear down to build his summer home. He had called Pacha to the palace just to ask what side of the hill gets the most sun. Kuzco needs to get back to the palace, but Pacha will only help him if he agrees to build his retreat somewhere else. In the meantime, Yzma and Kronk are looking for Kuzco to finish him off. There are so many great parts that it would take me days to list them all. I’ll just let you discover them on your own. The actors are perfect. Yzma is my favorite Disney villain ever. She’s not terribly threatening, but she’s not supposed to be. She’s hilarious and crazy-looking, and Eartha Kitt is a genius. This is one of the best voiceover performances of all time. John Goodman is wonderful, Patrick Warburton is a riot (so much so that they made a sequel about his character), and this is David Spade’s best work. He brilliantly plays off of his own real-life persona and takes snarky to a whole new level. The result is hysterical. As far as I’m concerned, The Emperor’s New Groove marks the end of Disney animation as we know it. But boy, did they go out in style…

Aladdin (1993):


This Renaissance release doesn’t get as much respect as it deserves. People don’t take it as seriously as The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, or The Lion King, the other three Disney Renaissance films. I have no idea why. Maybe it’s because it’s primarily a comedy. But it’s so much more than a comedy. It has romance, great music, stunning animation, action, and suspense. The 90 minutes fly by with never a dull moment. The characters are excellent. Aladdin might not be the most interesting of the bunch, but I like him a lot. He’s a plucky lad. The star of the movie, without a doubt, is Robin Williams’ Genie. He’s the heart and soul. Princess Jasmine is awesome. A lot of people don’t think she’s quite up to par as far as Disney princesses go, but I adamantly disagree. She’s gorgeous, yes, but she’s also smart (she constantly outwits the men), brave, and strong. Jasmine has grown up in wealth and luxury, but she’s not spoiled. In fact, she’d rather be independent. I love her so much. She’s one of my very favorite Disney women.

Jafar is a wonderful villain. He’s the Sultan’s (Jasmine’s lovable daddy) advisor who wants to usurp the throne. He’s more comical than sinister (I dare you not to laugh when he says, “I think it’s time to say goodbye to Prince Abooboo”), but he has his scary moments. There’s no way I can write about Jafar without thinking about the Family Guy episode in which Stewie takes over the world and says his first act will be to banish all straight-to-DVD Disney movies, pointing out the latest: “Aladdin 4: Jafar May Need Glasses.” We then see Jafar at an eye exam and the doctor flipping the lenses and asking him which is better, one or two, etc. Classic. Anyway, I also tremendously enjoy Abu the monkey, the carpet, Jafar’s bird Iago, and the Sultan. The Genie is just one of the greatest Disney characters ever. Watching it now, it reminds me of how Williams’ has totally devolved and that he’s doing the same exact shtick over 15 years later. It wears a bit thin at times, but overall, it’s still gold. And back then, it wasn’t old. It was fresh and brilliant and hilarious. He was at his comic peak. Williams' epic vocal performance is a work of true genius. The animation of the Genie complements it perfectly. That’s synergy for ya. Jasmine is still my favorite character in the movie (I have to go with girl power - I adored her when I was 11, and I’m happy to say that I adore her as much as ever), but the Genie is right up there. The songs are awesome (Howard Ashman and Alan Menken AGAIN - however, Ashman tragically died before the songs were completed, so the brilliant Tim Rice came in to help finish). “A Whole New World” still makes me all fluttery inside. It’s so romantic, and Lea Salonga can sing like nobody’s business. Oh, and for those of you keeping score, Aladdin would also be in my top five. Jafar may need glasses, but from way up here, it’s crystal clear to me that Aladdin is one of Disney’s best films.

The Little Mermaid (1989):


The Renaissance begins. I was 8 (almost 8 and a half, because you know halves matter when you’re 8), and I was lucky to have a front-row seat (figuratively, that is – I probably sat somewhere in the middle). All kidding aside, The Little Mermaid is sensational on every level. While Cinderella was a great heroine, Ariel was the first fully three-dimensional Disney princess. The character development in this film is unlike anything in Disney’s past. Ariel feels totally real, like you could be friends with her or like you could be her yourself (believe me, I wanted to do both). She's a smart, feisty dreamer, vulnerable yet strong, and not afraid to go after what she wants. Ursula is probably my favorite Disney villain who’s actually threatening. Otherwise, the favorite villain title goes to Yzma in The Emperor’s New Groove. Ursula’s legitimately scary but also tremendously entertaining. Pat Carroll does a bang-up job with her voice. Her rendition of “Poor Unfortunate Souls” brings down the house. Actually, that's the song I have the most fun belting out in the car while driving alone. I can’t believe that they based Ursula on Divine – it’s just too priceless. That sort of encapsulates the spirit of the Renaissance. Disney was willing to go there when they hadn’t before. There was this semi-subversive, delicious, mature aspect to the work. Adults could have just as much fun as kids. Sebastian is one of the very best sidekicks in Disney history, and Samuel E. Wright is my hero. His vocal performance as Sebastian is phenomenal. It's absolutely one of Disney's most endearing and memorable. Prince Eric was the first Disney prince with a discernible personality, and a great one at that. And he’s totally hot. Hey, guys say it about Ariel, so I can say it about him! The animation is beyond astonishing (the last totally hand-drawn Disney film, I believe).

I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that The Little Mermaid contains the best songs of any Disney film. Howard Ashman and Alan Menken are gods. All of the songs are knockouts. Even the seemingly trifling “Les Poissons” is hilarious. “Part of Your World”, “Under the Sea”, and “Kiss the Girl” – be still my heart. It doesn’t get better. Who doesn’t want to live under the sea after watching The Little Mermaid? Sebastian is so damn convincing with the elaborately exciting “Under the Sea.” I have a phobia of fish, and even I want to live there! I want Flounder as my best friend. Jodi Benson made “Part of Your World” iconic. She’s outstanding as Ariel. The “Kiss the Girl” sequence gives me goosebumps just thinking about it. Sebastian wanted to create “the mood,” and he sure succeeded. It’s so romantic, and the animation takes my breath away every time. The ending is one of the most suspenseful of all Disney films (maybe the most, actually). As a young girl, I was petrified of Ursula, and that electrocution is damn freaky. Oh, it’s all so good. It’s a beautiful, timeless story. The Little Mermaid is pure, magical perfection. I love it so much. It’s so hard to pick the very favorites out of my ten favorites, but this is in my top two. Why else would a 26-year-old have “Kiss the Girl” as the ringtone on her cell phone?

Beauty and the Beast (1991):


I said that The Little Mermaid is in my top two – well, that’s one film. Beauty and the Beast makes two. I couldn’t possibly pick one over the other. I love both films so much, and they both move me immensely and reduce me to a weepy, quivering puddle on the ground. If I HAD to pick a favorite Disney film, it would be a two-way tie between them, with possibly a slight edge to The Little Mermaid because I think I have more of a personal attachment to it, seeing as it was the first one released in my lifetime to make such a big impact on me. However, if I’m being objective, I firmly believe that Beauty and the Beast is the best Disney film of all-time. The Little Mermaid runs a close second. There’s a reason that Beauty and the Beast was the only Disney animated film (actually, the only animated film at all) to be nominated for a Best Picture Oscar. With no animation category at the time, the nomination was beyond huge. I think it’s the best because of the three S’s – scope, story, and sophistication. The scope is epic, the story is beautiful and a bit more on the serious side, and it displays an unparalleled, transcendent thematic and technical sophistication. It’s almost operatic in nature. Without a doubt, Belle is my favorite Disney princess/heroine. I just adore her. I like to think that I’m a lot like her. She’s a total brain. I love how much of an emphasis there is on her intelligence. She’s opinionated, loyal, compassionate, and she loves to read. Belle isn’t impressed by the brawny, idiotic Gaston when every other girl falls at his feet. Gaston, by the way, is a hoot as the villain, but also really menacing toward the end. I know this is silly to even mention, but I think Belle’s the prettiest Disney heroine, too, with probably the best voice (by the incomparable Paige O’Hara).

The relationship between Belle and the Beast and how it develops is divine. The Beast, as the beast, is the most fully-realized Disney male. I mean, I guess he is as a man, too, but we only really know him as the Beast. And come on, who doesn’t prefer him as the Beast? Even Belle looks a bit disappointed for a second when he transforms, which I think is fascinating. The voice work is all amazing – Robby Benson as the Beast, Richard White as Gaston, David Ogden Stiers as Cogsworth the clock, Jerry Orbach as Lumière the candlestick (I’m floored that Jerry “Law and Order” Orbach did this voice – he’s fantastic!), Bradley Michael Pierce as the adorable cup Chip (the cutest little kid voice in all of Disney), and, of course, the luminous Angela Lansbury as Mrs. Potts the tea kettle. Can you imagine anyone else but Angela Lansbury singing the titular song? The animation is gorgeous, and the Howard Ashman/Alan Menken songs are incredible (“Belle”, “Be Our Guest”, and my favorite, “Something There”). Cinderella’s ball gown is spectacular, but the heavenly yellow dress Belle wears to dine and dance, while Lansbury sings “Beauty and the Beast,” is the best of all the Disney dresses. THAT’S the dress that every girl and every woman wants. It’s exquisite. And speaking of exquisite, let’s talk about that phenomenal sweeping shot from the ceiling over the chandelier and down to the polished floor with Belle and the Beast dancing. Best Disney shot ever. There are no words to describe it adequately. When I see it, I gasp, I cry, I get all fluttery, the wind is knocked out of me, and my stomach and jaw just drop. It’s truly awe-inspiring. That shot is the very definition of magic. Actually, so is the entire film.

Coda:

Even after writing all of that, I still feel the need to wrap things up or draw some sort of conclusions. This project ended up being way bigger than I thought it would be - in a good way, though. These Disney films mean so much to me that I was naïve to think that I could just breeze through them. I tried to keep it as succinct as possible, but it was important for me to do justice to these films that have shaped my life and will always remain a huge part of me. I think I succeeded, and I’m very satisfied with how it turned out. It was kind of like therapy to go through my existence according to Disney. My passion for Disney has been reignited through this endeavor (I rewatched 9 of my 10 picks in preparation, plus a bunch of others that didn’t make the list), and I realized just how significant Disney has been and always will be to me.

That being said, I want to talk a little more about the films. I know it’s a common belief that The Lion King is the best Disney film ever made. It is not. I loved it when it came out (I was 13, of course I did!), and I still think it’s great, but it hasn’t held up as well as the other three Renaissance films – The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, and Aladdin. It’s diminished over the years. The opening sequence is one of the best things I’ve ever seen on film, period, but the rest is pretty banal by comparison. I don’t think it’s as special as the other three. I’m sure the absence of the dynamic songwriting duo of Howard Ashman and Alan Menken, the maestros behind The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, and Aladdin, has a lot to do with it. Without their music, those three wouldn’t be half the movies that they are. Also, I just think those three are better stories. They’re infinitely more timeless and universal, especially The Little Mermaid and Beauty and the Beast.

I want to make that clear, too. I think The Little Mermaid and Beauty and the Beast are better than Aladdin. I mean, they’re significantly better, almost in another league. But I fully stand by my opinion that Aladdin is one of Disney’s best, equal in greatness to anything put out pre-Renaissance. The Little Mermaid and Beauty and the Beast are Disney’s crowning achievements. They are better than all other Disney films, from Snow White on. They’re the best. That’s all there is to it. The four Renaissance films just exist on a whole other plane of filmmaking than the old classics. The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, and Aladdin (I really don’t care for The Lion King anymore, even though I respect it) have a new dimension, a connection to reality, that the old films lacked. There’s more depth and substance. These characters were the first fully three-dimensional that Disney ever created. Oh, and to put the Princess issue to rest, Belle is my favorite, followed closely by Ariel and then Jasmine. They're fantastic, empowering female role models. You go, girls. Anyway, while I hate to admit it, the Renaissance films make the older films feel trite and adolescent to me. I adore the Walt-era films, and I know that without them, we never would have had the Renaissance at all. The old classics serve their purpose, but they have definitively been outdone. The Little Mermaid and Beauty and the Beast surpass anything that came before them.

I was at exactly the right age at the right time when the blessed Renaissance occurred. I was 8, 10, 12, and 13 when The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, and The Lion King came out, respectively. I was enamored. The wonderful thing is that they, for the most part, are just as miraculous as they were then. The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, and Aladdin haven’t lost the magic when many others have for me. The timing was perfect, and these films were always going to be more special because I lived through them firsthand. I want to reiterate that The Little Mermaid and Beauty and the Beast are in a class of their own. They’re the best of the best. No other Disney films can touch them. Aladdin is excellent and just as special to me in its own way, and it's terribly underappreciated, but it’s no Beauty and the Beast or The Little Mermaid.

It’s sad to see what’s happened to Disney. The Renaissance officially ended with The Lion King. We just got lucky with Mulan and The Emperor’s New Groove. Disney as we know it is gone, and it’s not coming back. I don’t think there will ever be another Renaissance. I’m just lucky and grateful that I got to be there. I only wish that Walt could have been there, too.

He Said: Bill Treadway

There’s this old argument among animation lovers: that you are either a Disney person or a Looney Tunes person. You can like both, but at one point, you have to make a choice. Upon hearing this, I refused to go along with it. I firmly believed that such a choice was impossible as both Disney and Looney Tunes animation forged such an integral part of my childhood.

Fast forward to December 30, 2007; after updating my DVD collection to include the new titles received as Christmas gifts, I soon discovered something startling. That old argument I dismissed earlier as bunk may indeed be true. To be more concise, let us consider the following: in my collection there are 3 Looney Tunes DVDs and 26 Disney DVDs.

I am a Disney person after all.

Perhaps it was the fact that Disney dominated the video shelves back when I was a young boy. My family first acquired a VCR in 1984 - back when home video was just starting to become red hot. With the exception of the “Classic 15” animated features (more on that later), Disney didn’t have the attitude of limited release dates and pretty much released everything from their vaults onto home video. Also, Disney programming was loaded with the classic animation and live action Disney efforts then (now it’s all inane bubblegum junk dominating the airwaves; my heart breaks at the thought), so I was exposed to a LOT. I still look back fondly to that time and the joy I felt watching it.

Although I could go on forever about Disney entertainment, let us take a look back at the ten Disney animated features that mean the most to me:

Pinocchio (1940):


This is my very favorite of the classic Disney animated films. It was the second of the “Classic 15” animated films that the studio vowed would never be released on TV or home video. There was a fear that once on home video, any reissues would be a dismal failure at the box office. Fat chance! People like myself will never refuse the chance to see these movies on the big screen. (For the record, the “Classic 15” are Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, Pinocchio, Fantasia, Bambi, Cinderella, Peter Pan, Lady and the Tramp, Sleeping Beauty, 101 Dalmatians, The Sword in the Stone, The Jungle Book, The Aristocats, Robin Hood, The Rescuers, and The Fox and the Hound.)

However, attitudes had changed enough by 1985 that a limited video release of Pinocchio became a reality. That is how I first encountered this charming adaptation of the Collodi novel. Disney’s film casts a long shadow that is still being felt today. Despite many other adaptations from Pinocchio in Outer Space (1966) to the execrable 2002 Roberto Benigni version, none of them manage to equal the charm and brilliance of the Disney version.

Disney’s film in many ways improves upon the source material - it’s much sweeter and more gentle than the very dark and weird novel. This film has everything you could ever want: exciting action (the climatic battle with Monstro at sea), delightful songs (“When You Wish Upon a Star” is one of the greatest songs ever written), hilarious comedy (Pinocchio’s clumsiness; Figaro’s attempt to eat Cleo the fish) and even nail biting horror (Lampwick’s transformation from child to donkey still gives me chills), all set to some of the most stunning hand drawn animation I’ve ever seen. There is so much detail that is exposed with each viewing that it never gets old.

The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh (1977):


A special film in my heart - this is the first Disney animated feature film I ever saw and the first Disney video my folks rented for me. This is technically a package film - a genre Disney helped create in the 1940s when his resources were depleted by the war. All three segments in this film had appeared in theaters before (The Honey Tree in 1966, Blustery Day in 1968, and Tigger Too in 1974), but this was the first time all three were available to view in one sitting. This may be the best way to experience these three featurettes - the end result is so seamless you couldn’t tell they were separate shorts unless I told you first. With a few exceptions, this is a fairly faithful adaptation of the A.A. Milne stories and an absolute delight even after 30 years. None of the subsequent Pooh sequels come close to the whimsical charm of this film; it’s sweet, gentle and effortless. And the animation is excellent considering 2/3 of this footage was made after Walt Disney’s untimely death in 1966 and the decline started to begin.

Fantasia (1941):


This may be the most difficult film to really enjoy in this list, but it’s likely the most brilliant and unique one you’ll encounter here outside of Pinocchio. If you’ll indulge me for a bit, allow me to go back to 1988. My godfather called up, all excited. He managed to get his hands on a copy of Fantasia, probably his favorite Disney film and had made me a copy of my very own. He seemed perplexed when I told him I had seen the picture. Little did I know that the 16mm print titled “Fantasia” that was screened for Student Appreciation Day at school was merely one segment: “The Sorcerer’s Apprentice.”

The complete Fantasia proceeded to blow away my little 9-year-old mind. Never before had I seen animation that wasn’t merely cute and cuddly, but also functioned as art - an expression of feeling open to ideas and interpretation. Pretty heavy stuff for a kid. It took a while for me to completely warm up to this very different kind of Disney animation but once I did, it was as smooth as silk.

Marrying music to animation wasn’t the most novel concept, but Disney allowed his animators free reign to take it to a whole new level. The Mickey Mouse segment “The Sorcerer’s Apprentice” is the most known piece, but I wouldn’t do without “The Rite of Spring” (the creation of Earth and the life and death of the dinosaurs) or “Night on Bald Mountain” (chilling and scary even today) or the sweet nature ballet of “The Nutcracker Suite.” And did I mention that it was all hand drawn? The sequel Fantasia 2000 has its defenders but I’m not among them; the animation seems a bit too perfect and antiseptic compared to the marvel of the original.

Dumbo (1941):


Made as an effort to recoup some of the losses incurred by the failures of Pinocchio and Fantasia, Disney’s cheapest and quickest film is one of his best. This film packs a lot of emotional punch into its brief 63-minute running time. The biggest lesson learned is that just because you may appear different doesn’t mean that you’re not special - a powerful message for a young boy who was mercilessly picked on. It’s a lesson I’m still learning today. Some politically correct types have discouraged some from viewing this important film because of the racially insensitive caricatures at the end of the film (the gang of crows). Please - most children won’t take it as a racial thing. I didn’t when I was 5.

Bambi (1942):


Initially intended as a follow-up feature to his masterpiece Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, technical and financial issues delayed Bambi for almost five years. It wasn’t a huge hit then (grossing $3 million on a $2.1 million budget) but it’s reputation has deservedly grown. Like Dumbo, it’s a sweet, simple fable about the life of a young deer growing up in the forest. It doesn’t sound like much, but a lot is packed into the 69-minute running time. It moves briskly, yet has a lot of depth and emotion. And let’s not forget the handsome production - lush, vibrant backgrounds and some of the most amazing hand drawn animation you’ll see.

The Little Mermaid (1989):


Life after The Jungle Book was not a good time for the Disney studios. The animation had taken a noticeable decline in quality and quantity. There were still good movies being made, but a lot of that old Disney magic was noticeably missing. Most of their product ranged from imperfect, ambitious fare such as 1985’s The Black Cauldron to entertaining but inconsequential fluff (Robin Hood, Oliver and Company). Most had written off the Disney studio, but in 1989, it rose like the Phoenix from the ashes and began to put together great animation again.

I think The Little Mermaid has become a little underrated these days, especially since it came from the 1980s - the low point of the Disney studios. Yet after rewatching it today, this film deserves to be in the same league as the acknowledged masterpieces. It’s such a visual and aural delight - great music (if you’re not humming “Under the Sea” as you’re reading this, you must be dead), stunning animation, intriguing characters that have substance and some wickedly hilarious comedy that is subtle and sly instead of obvious and groan-inducing.

Sleeping Beauty (1959):


A bit too sophisticated for the 1959 crowd, who stayed away from this excellent, intriguing adaptation of the classic fairy tale. It was Disney’s most expensive production, six years, nine million dollars and filmed in the expensive Super Technirama 70 widescreen process and then his biggest box office flop. But it’s found an audience over the years, especially during the 1986 theatrical rerelease, which I managed to get to see. My connection to this film runs deep. It was the first book and record set I ever had; it was always my favorite of the fairy tales. Hell, I even starred as Prince Philip in the second grade play adaptation!

Sleeping Beauty is a visual feast - since this was a widescreen film, the background drawings had to be even more detailed and lush than usual. They are truly mesmerizing, especially on the big screen. Even as a young boy, I knew something was wrong when I got the 1987 VHS release, which was in evil pan-and-scan. A lot of that detail was diminished. The very bigness of the film just wasn’t there on the TV screen. But I knew nothing about widescreen formats and aspect ratios then, until Siskel and Ebert did their landmark episode about letterboxing and widescreen did I finally figure out what went wrong with that first VHS release. But I still had to wait a long time to see Sleeping Beauty the way it was meant to be on home video, when a 1998 letterboxed VHS was released. It was an huge improvement, but the best way to experience this movie is still on the big screen in 70mm.

As for the story, Disney didn’t change too much, retaining many the darker elements that he likely would have removed had he made this film in the 1940s as originally intended. The climatic battle between Prince Philip and the dragon form of the evil witch Maleficent has to be seen to be believed - words can’t describe it.

Lady and the Tramp (1955):

The first animated feature in CinemaScope - and another film that was ruined on home video for many years until letterboxing became popular. Seeing this film in 2.55:1 widescreen is quite a revelation if you remember the putrid pan-and-scan VHS. But it’s the sweet, simple story that is the real reason that this film still holds up: the charming and quite emotional tale of two dogs who fall in love, with the usual complications.

What a delight this movie still is. As I mentioned before, this is a very simple story for Disney, yet it is a real rollercoaster of emotions - there’s humor (Lady’s pals Jock and Trusty), suspense (Tramp is sent to be destroyed and there’s only one dog who can save him), sweetness (the spaghetti dinner) and heartbreak (well, I’ll leave you to discover that one…). The current DVD contains both pan-and-scan and letterbox versions; avoid the former one at all costs. This movie’s heart and soul is in CinemaScope.

The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1996):


A real treasure of a movie that was overlooked by many; it deserves to be rediscovered. In case you’re wondering, this isn’t a faithful adaptation of the Victor Hugo novel - how could it be and still remain palatable to young kids? As sanitized as it is, it is still a compelling film. It deals with some topical subjects that could and should be discussed with the younger crowd: prejudice, social injustice and the question of what is humanity and what right do some people have to question those who are different. All worthy food for thought. But the film is a rousing adventure, with comedy relief that doesn’t make me cringe, excellent animation and voice work and something I never thought I’d get - a truly satisfying conclusion.

Fun and Fancy Free (1947):


Another overlooked gem from the Disney factory - mainly due to haphazard distribution. It was among the first Disney VHS tapes released in 1980, but Disney made the strange decision to split it into two distinct featurettes for a VHS reissue in 1987. Few people have heard of it, never mind seen it: the complete feature was rereleased in 1997 on VHS and DVD but it quickly went out of print before anyone had a real chance to rediscover it.

This was another package film - compiling two featurettes (“Bongo” and “Mickey and the Beanstalk”) with short vignettes both animated (Jiminy Cricket for “Bongo”) and live action (Edgar Bergen and his dummies Charlie McCarthy and Mortimer Snerd for “Mickey and the Beanstalk”). The “package film” was a genre born of necessity. Lacking financial and production resources to make complete features, Disney discovered that he could string together a bunch of short subjects, add some linking material in either animation or live action and presto! - a new feature.

Both “Bongo” and “Mickey and the Beanstalk” were intended to be separate features but financial problems both to be packaged into into one feature - but it holds together a lot better than it sounds. “Bongo” is the shy, bittersweet tale of a circus bear that runs away from the circus and finds love in the woods. “Mickey and the Beanstalk” is, you guessed it, Mickey Mouse and pals Donald Duck and Goofy taking the place of Jack in the traditional fairy tale - but with far funnier, manic results. The Bergen material is hysterical even today - too bad there wasn’t a full fledged Charlie McCarthy picture.

Coda:

Yeah, I know what you’re going to say. Where’s the love for classic features such as Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs and Cinderella or more recent fare as Beauty and the Beast and The Lion King? Trust me, it’s there. With the exception of Treasure Planet and the putrid Home on the Range, I love most of the Disney animated feature films. It’s hard to pick just ten favorites when you actually have twenty-something.

The question remains, will Disney ever reach such highs with their animation department ever again? Pixar is rightly taken as a separate entity that just happens to be distributed by the House of Mouse. A recent vow to abandon classic hand drawn animation for the 3-D computer fad begat such lowlights as Chicken Little and Meet the Robinsons (only Pixar seems to get how to make computer animation truly work). Only time will tell if we experience another Renaissance like we did in 1989.

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

"She Said, He Said": All About Michael Clayton

I now present to you this week's edition of "She Said, He Said" on its regularly scheduled day of Wednesday, as promised.

For this installment, Bill and I face off about Michael Clayton in dueling reviews. When I say "face off," I'm not pulling any punches. We really throw down about Michael Clayton. One of us thought Michael Clayton was among the best films of 2007, and one of us thought it was among the worst. Is it a brilliant reinvention of the supsense-thriller that sets a new standard of filmmaking excellence? Or is it a hackneyed, overrated, underwhelming fraud? What do you think? We'd love to hear.

Well, we've definitely chosen sides, and we strongly, proudly, and energetically defend our positions. Who do YOU agree with?

She Said: Lisa Draski

I didn’t see Michael Clayton until a few days before the Oscars. It was one of several films viewed during a last-minute DVD cram session. I saw it because I felt obligated to, not because I really wanted to see it. The film didn’t look particularly interesting, but I had heard universally positive things about it. Then, it got nominated for all those Oscars, and it made me question the film’s validity. Could it really be so great as to eclipse the wealth of other contenders for Best Picture? I was skeptical, to say the least. And I got so sick of hearing all the hype about George “Everyone Loves Me, I Can Do No Wrong” Clooney. Best Actor? Really? He bothers the hell out of me. I’m not going to sugar-coat it. I think he’s a pompous ass, a super-charming one (I often feel like I’m being sucked into the hypnotic Clooney charm), but a pompous ass nonetheless. I’m going to bite my tongue and leave it at that. Anyway, this is supposed to be about Michael Clayton, not about Clooney, so pardon my mini-rant.

I admit that I was biased (negatively) when I went into Michael Clayton. I kind of wanted to hate it. But I’m always fair, even if I have certain thoughts beforehand. I’m not petty. I’ll be the first to eat my words if I’m wrong. I watch with an open mind, and I gave Michael Clayton the chance to blow me away and make me seem like an idiot for possessing my preconceptions. Alas, it did not blow me away, and my preconceptions were vindicated. I was extremely underwhelmed by this critically hailed “modern masterpiece” and actually quite angered by it. That was it? THAT’S the movie that everyone was talking about? Did I put the wrong DVD in by mistake? I was totally baffled. It’s not a horrible movie by any means, but it almost seems that way because of all the praise heaped upon it. Because the reactions have been so glowing, I was expecting more out of it, which makes it a bigger disappointment than, say, a film no one ever mentioned. Clooney, the filmmakers, the studio, and all the critics built it up. Not me. It’s not my fault that they set their own bar so high.

Michael Clayton is passably competent at times, but overall, it’s below-average, less-than-mediocre, and nothing more than a standard crime procedural. It could easily be a grim-looking, blue-filtered episode of Law and Order: SVU (Snoring Victims Unit). I just don’t get what’s so special about it. I have to break it down to try to make sense of it. Tony Gilroy wrote and directed it, and it was his first time with both duties, so I do give him credit. It’s a noble effort, but he failed. People are so gaga over the fact that it’s an original script. Usually, the thriller/crime genre is reserved for adaptations, so I suppose the fact that it’s “original” set it apart in the eyes of the viewers, critics, and voters of awards.

But I argue that there’s absolutely nothing original about Michael Clayton at all. It’s painfully hackneyed. Gilroy brings nothing new to the table whatsoever. Big business is evil. Corporate greed corrupts. How mind-blowing. I guess I should briefly describe the plot in case you’re not familiar with the film. Clooney plays Michael Clayton (I HATE the title of the film, how boring to name it after a character - at least with Juno, there's some ambiguity and extra meaning behind it, and it's a catchy character name, not the clunking anvil that is Michael Clayton), a corporate “fixer.” He used to be a lawyer, but now he just tidies up after the firm’s biggest, wealthiest clients, sweeping up their mistakes, even if he has to act immorally or illegally to do so. Poor Michael Clayton. All the years of this work has really done a number on him. He doesn’t even know who he is anymore. Tom Wilkinson is Arthur Edens, a lawyer who develops a conscience about the wrongdoings of the people he was defending, a supposedly environmentally-conscious company producing toxic chemicals for farming or something like that. The big mean company is represented by Tilda Swinton’s Karen Crowder. Clayton ‘s job is to “fix” Arthur Edens, to keep him in line and stop him from blabbing. But is Arthur crazy, as everyone thinks, or is he telling the truth? Will the big mean company get taken down? Blah blah blah. Yeah, so that’s the plot in a dull nutshell. I think the film is ridiculously predictable and that the answers to these questions and “problems” seem so obvious, but I won’t spoil anything.

The film is told through poorly-executed flashback, and it's completely unnecessary to boot. When the plots come back around to the starting point, we don't learn anything new enough to warrant the annoying, useless structure. Everything in the plot has been done before. I wasn’t surprised at all by anything that happened. Okay, I was surprised one time, but I was more saddened by the occurrence, because it just made the rest of the film even blander. I don’t have a problem with slow-moving films. I love films that unfold gradually, like The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford or The English Patient, both challengingly long, at least in my opinion. The issue is not my patience. If it’s interesting, I’ll wait 10 hours for the climax. Michael Clayton is BORING. There’s no suspense, and it’s supposed to be a suspense-thriller! Gilroy knows nothing about building suspense. Alfred Hitchcock would scoff at this film if he was alive.

The characters are painfully dull. Michael Clayton is one of the worst protagonists I’ve seen in a long time. It’s like Screenwriting 101 for Dummies. Chapter One: How to Create a Character. It feels like character-by-numbers. We meet Michael Clayton. He’s a moody SOB. We soon learn he has a fractured relationship with his son, he’s divorced, he has a gambling problem, he’s not happy with his career, he wants to open a bar but his coke-fiend brother keeps screwing up the business venture, and his father is dying. Yawn. How cliché. Just throwing a ton of ingredients into a stew doesn’t cover up the fact that the stew sucks. It’s too much. All of those elements don’t make him three-dimensional because they seem so contrived. He’s a terrible character.

Arthur is the best character in the film, possibly only because he’s played by Tom Wilkinson. Arthur is an interesting, sympathetic character with a legitimate conflict, unlike Michael Clayton, who provokes no empathy. Still, I would have liked to have learned more about Arthur, and he’s utilized poorly. Everything and everyone just seem like plot devices that exist solely to serve Michael Clayton. Karen Crowder is another awful character. Tilda Swinton does a miraculous job with the steaming pile of nothing that Gilroy gave her (not Oscar-miraculous, but I’ll get to that later), but Karen is worthless as a foil to Michael Clayton’s plans. She’s a really pathetic, weak female “villain.” I know she’s supposed to be conflicted and all that, but the character is so under-developed and, as written, again just a mere prop for Clayton. It would have been nice to learn more about her thoughts and motivations. As is, she’s such a non-factor in the film that she may as well be a ghost. It’s a thankless role. And speaking of thankless roles, Sydney Pollack is only there to be the token wise sage of the law firm. Nothing more.

The filmmaking is perfectly capable, but that’s it. It’s a well-made film, but it doesn’t ever attain greatness. There are some impressive names attached to the crew, too, so I’m a bit surprised. The cinematography by Robert Elswit is drab and forgettable. He also did the cinematography for There Will Be Blood, another 2007 release, and won an Oscar for it. I’m not sure when the films were shot in relation to each other, like which was first, but I assume Elswit was either distracted by the upcoming, much greater, and much more complex There Will Be Blood, or else he was still ruminating about the amazing, more satisfying experience that he had already had on There Will Be Blood. He shot all of Paul Thomas Anderson’s visually stunning films, and he’s better than what we see here. The score by James Newton Howard, another big name, is a total non-entity. It’s even more forgettable than Elswit’s phoned-in cinematography. I can’t believe the score was nominated for an Oscar. That’s an outrage. I challenge anyone who’s seen the film to recall one note of the score. There’s nothing remarkable about it at all. The score for the TV show 24, on any given episode, is infinitely better (and actually, slap two episodes of 24 together, and you’d have a supremely better movie, too). Howard's score is barely movie-of-the-week, after-school special quality music. What nonsense that it was nominated.

While we’re on the subject, let’s talk Oscars. SEVEN nominations? Best Original Screenplay, Best Director, Best Picture, Best Score, Best Actor, Best Supporting Actress (Tilda Swinton), Best Supporting Actor (Tom Wilkinson) - what the hell?! The only nomination that Michael Clayton deserved was the one for Best Supporting Actor. Wilkinson is brilliant. I’m bewildered by everything else. Tony Gilroy for Best Original Screenplay is ridiculous. It’s so standard potboiler that I can’t even wrap my mind around it receiving a nomination for achieving any kind of excellence. Adrienne Shelly (Waitress) and even Robert Rodriguez (Planet Terror) wrote better scripts. Shelly obviously should have gotten the posthumous nod, but I stand by my belief that Planet Terror is a superb script. Best score…GAG. I don’t know what crazy rules prohibited Once, Into the Wild, and There Will Be Blood from being nominated, but I despise them. Those scores are way more deserving than Howard’s. But for one that could have actually been in the running, why wasn’t Nick Cave and Warren Ellis’ astonishingly beautiful score for The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford nominated over Michael Clayton? It’s enough to make me scream! Heck, Robert Rodriguez could have taken James Newton Howard’s place for his Planet Terror score. By the way, if it isn't obvious already, I really love Planet Terror.

Best Director for Tony Gilroy? That’s laughable. The film is so static that a blindfolded monkey could have directed it. Again, it’s competent, but totally boring. And hello, Sean Penn for Into the Wild? Todd Haynes for I’m Not There? (Hey, even if you hate I’m Not There, you have to give Haynes his due.) It’s all so infuriating. Best Picture is just insane. I actually agree with the four other nominees in the category, but I’d replace Michael Clayton with the heartbreaking yet life-affirming Into the Wild. Tilda Swinton has given so many great performances in her career that it makes me sick that she was nominated for THIS. Her work in Stephanie Daley, an overlooked gem from this past year, is miles above and beyond Michael Clayton. She’s really good in Michael Clayton. She sure tries her damnedest to make something out of nothing. It’s just standard Swinton greatness, though. I’m not taking her for granted, because I adore her, but it’s not enough for a nomination this time. It might have been in another year, but there were better candidates. Ahem. Cough, cough. Jennifer Garner. Cough, cough. Oh, excuse me. Something in my throat. It somehow affected my typing. That Swinton WON the Oscar is appalling. Cate Blanchett deserved it for I’m Not There, and my second choice would have been Saoirse Ronan for Atonement, then Amy Ryan for Gone Baby Gone, and THEN Tilda Swinton, if I’m going by the actual nominees. Humph.

Of the five Best Actor nominees, George Clooney was the least deserving by a long shot. His presence in that category is still inexplicable to me. I don’t really want to tear into the other nominees, since I’m trying just to focus on Clooney, but I had issues with the category. Let’s leave it at that. How Emile Hirsch didn’t make it in for Into the Wild is mind-boggling. It’s a crime. Even Clooney’s buddy, Brad Pitt, was better and, dare I say, nomination-worthy, in The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford. I’m sorry, but I just don’t think George Clooney is a very good actor. He’s had some moments, I’ll give him that, but overall, I just don’t see the fireworks that everyone else seems to see. I’m always very aware that I’m watching “George Clooney: Big Movie Star.” He never really immerses himself, and he certainly doesn’t do it in Michael Clayton. Guess what – bags under your eyes and not smiling? That’s not acting. Ooh, you made him look a little less dashing than usual. I like his big “Does it look like I’m negotiating?” scene, but that’s about it. He’s good, especially by his own standards, but I mainly felt like I was watching a robot. I know the role calls for subtlety, but that doesn’t mean you should shut down completely. Calling him a robot, though, might be insulting to such a cute, interesting robot like Wall-E. Anyway, it’s a GOOD performance. That’s all. In the end, Clooney’s asked to carry the whole movie, and he doesn’t have the chops to do it. He’s the film’s ultimate downfall. Michael Clayton would have been a lot more fascinating if Arthur Edens was the main character. Tom Wilkinson is a much more compelling leading man than Clooney could ever be. And while I’m on the subject of Wilkinson, his performance really is astonishing. He’s the heart of the film, and I don’t think he can do any wrong. Knock on wood, right?

Hey, I thought I had exhausted my complaints with the film, but I’ve come up with a couple more. My rant tank is almost empty, don’t worry. I think I’ll need a nap after I’m done writing. I don’t want to give too much away, but there are horses that are pretty significant to the story. All I’m going to say is that their presence makes NO sense and that what happens with Michael Clayton is totally unbelievable and out of character. He would never do what he does. It’s a gimmick, plain and simple. Also, I HATE the last shot of the film. I hate it. Nothing is revealed in it. There’s no point. It’s completely smug and self-congratulatory and obscenely superfluous. Another major flaw is that the film has no right to take itself as seriously as it does. It’s not good enough. Whew. I think I’ve finally got it all out.

Even though I’ve gone on and on about all the things that I think are wrong, incorrigible even, about Michael Clayton, I really don’t hate it. I know that might seem hard to believe after everything I’ve said, and I don’t want to come across as a hypocrite. I severely dislike it, but I don’t hate it. That’s the truth. I think the film is passably entertaining at times, it’s competently made, and the performances range from decent (Clooney) to great (Swinton) to excellent (Wilkinson), but overall I’m not left feeling much, nor do I care. It’s just not daring, fresh, or revolutionary, as I believe the filmmakers wanted it to be and, in fact, believe it to be. It’s by far the most overrated film of 2007. I frankly resent its acclaim and accolades. But, I AM judging it of its own accord. When I do that, the result is not a positive one. It’s a dull, been-there/done-that, below-average piece of filmmaking. At first, I thought it was average, not really good OR bad, just there. But the more I thought about it, I visualized the line of mediocrity, and Michael Clayton fell just below that line. It’s a bit worse than standard, run of the mill Hollywood. Sorry. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.

And I just want to make this amply clear: my rating is as low as it is because of the many reasons I spouted off about in this review, and my rating is only as high as it is because of some of the acting, the barely adequate technical aspects, and its mild, sporadic entertainment value. I did find myself engaged occasionally, but mostly, I was annoyed, bored, or checking the elapsed versus remaining time on the DVD player.

Michael Clayton the Character is a “fixer.” How ironic. Tony Gilroy should have hired a "fixer" to clean up this mess of a film.

Rating: ** (out of 5)

Oh, and just to give you an idea of the significance of a two-star rating and what that means to me and how films measure up against each other (taking into account, among other factors, how much I enjoy watching them and how successful I think they are in what they set out to accomplish)... I gave Evan Almighty two and a half stars out of five.


He Said: Bill Treadway

Ah, the thinking man’s thriller. Where have you gone? All we get these days are the same, by-the-number jobs in which thrills and suspense have been supplanted by gore galore and uncreative plots. That is why a thriller such as Michael Clayton is such a joy. Here at last is a thriller that doesn’t insult my intelligence and manages to pack in some real thrills I couldn’t see coming.

This is the kind of film I keep hoping for from those John Grisham adaptations but never get. Veteran screenwriter Tony Gilroy, making his directorial debut, gets things started literally with a bang. Michael Clayton (George Clooney) is on his way from a poker game to meet with a client when he pulls over and gets out to take a look over a hill. His car promptly blows sky high. (Don’t worry - we do discover the reasons why - like Casino, it’s told in flashback). After that, my mind was racing to discover what other goodies Gilroy had up his sleeve.

He doesn’t disappoint. I don’t want to spoil too many of Gilroy’s nice surprises, so I’ll tread carefully here. Clayton is a Mr. Fix-It for a top law firm in New York City - a man who makes problems go away when they arise. One day, he receives a call: attorney Arthur Edens (Tom Wilkinson) has flipped out in court and is in a Milwaukee jail. Clayton flies out and frees Arthur, but Arthur escapes before Clayton has a chance to properly escort him to a mental institution. What Clayton uncovers is only the beginning of a labyrinth of double crosses, deceit and revenge. Pay close attention through all 119 minutes of this movie - blink and you’ll be lost. Gilroy doesn’t spoon feed his plot, instead forcing us to connect the dots on our own. What a relief and a pleasure it was to tax my brain instead of groaning through another predictable, easy to figure out plot.

Michael Clayton has been touted as a completely original thriller. Well, not quite - it does haul out some vintage chestnuts of the thinking man thriller - the evil corporate entity willing to do whatever it takes to get what it wants, the flawed hero who has enough problems for three people and the villain who isn’t as one dimensional as we think. But rarely has all of these elements worked so well in tandem and in such challenging, thoughtful fashion. That’s why I think most people think of Michael Clayton as an original - most thrillers are about as challenging as a child’s first rattle.

The cinematography is a major plus - nicely antiseptic yet a beauty to behold. Robert Elswit has done another award worthy job - he may have won for There Will Be Blood (deservedly so) but it was just as much for Michael Clayton. Elswit has that gift of making drab look so good - he did it in such films as 8MM and Hard Eight - and he reprises that accomplishment with the gritty, grayish tones here.

George Clooney may be the Sexiest Man Alive according to People Magazine, but he’s actually quite an underrated actor. Yeah, I know - he did win an Oscar, for his supporting turn in Syriana, but I don’t think many people realize what an effective actor he can be. After coasting along in junk like Batman and Robin and One Fine Day, Clooney took an about face and went after more interesting roles. (Hey, not everyone can survive a debacle like Return of the Killer Tomatoes and emerge with a career.)

Clooney’s performance in Michael Clayton is his best to date - worthy of the Oscar nomination it received. In fact, I think he should have won the damn award. Some will undoubtedly expect the Clooney charm at work here -with the exception of the final shot they’re going to be disappointed. Clooney keeps things very restrained and low-key. Clayton is a burned-out character with some serious flaws - his gambling addiction is one, not to mention the aforementioned family issues (if there’s a flaw, the movie lays this on a bit too thick). Having felt as burnt out and down as Clayton myself at times, I totally bought into his performance. It’s completely believable and real from start to finish.

Tilda Swinton DID manage to win an Oscar for her work here and deservedly so, in my opinion. It’s a challenging performance - to play a villain who has some shades of gray. It could have been over the top camp or cardboard villainy, but Swinton makes the character an interesting, quirky adversary. Tom Wilkinson was also nominated for his supporting turn as Arthur Edens, the “is he or isn’t he crazy” attorney. I likely would have voted for him since his wonderfully loopy and heartfelt performance is the grenade that sets everything else in motion. It’s another great Wilkinson portrayal, but when’s the last bad Wilkinson performance? Oh wait -Martin Lawrence’s 2001 “comedy” Black Knight.

Then there’s the ending, which has stirred much debate. Without giving away too much, I will say that at least it didn’t involve yet another boring shoot-out or car chase. It’s a variation of the double cross - similar to the twist finish of another thinking man’s thriller - Charley Varrick (1973), but just as satisfying. I particularly loved the final shot of the film, which had the same wink-in-the-eye feeling that The Sting (1973) had. Wow, two 1973 references in one paragraph. And I wonder why people think I’m older than my 28 years.

If you go to purchase Warner’s DVD, beware that there are separate editions out there. Both are single disc, but one is the dreaded full screen edition. Stores like Walmart and Duane Reade aren’t making it easy - they’re solely carrying the full screen edition. When will these chains learn that with rare exceptions, pan-and-scan is evil! The widescreen version is the one to get. You wouldn’t want to lose more than 60% of Robert Elswit’s Panavision photography, would you? The 2.40:1 anamorphic widescreen transfer is not as good as Warner’s usual standard- there is some pixilation, which irritates me to no end. Why should a 119 minute movie with only a commentary and a handful of deleted scenes suffer from compression issues? The audio mix fares much better. It’s Dolby Digital 5.1 Surround and it sounds great. Everything is perfectly heard with proper pitch and good balance.

Warner throws together a little bonus material - we get a feature length audio commentary from director Gilroy and his brother John, who edited the picture. It’s not a bad track - a bit too laid back at times and there are moments where their chatter gets too jokey for my taste - but there are some good nuggets of information and interesting insights shared here. It’s worth a listen for those who want to know more about this film. There are three deleted scenes - two of which would qualify as big time spoilers and a third which introduces an entirely new character - Clayton’s lawyer girlfriend (Jennifer Ehle). From what I have read online and in the papers, Ehle had a much larger presence originally aside from this one scene but all of her scenes were deleted for time purposes. I wonder why we only get the one scene here. Would it have hurt to include ALL of this material?

Michael Clayton made my Top 10 list for 2007 (it ranked at number 7) and rewatching it on DVD confirmed my initial thoughts about the film. It’s a superb return to the thinking man’s thriller, a genre that had gotten lost amid the brainless bloodbaths we are beaten over the head with each year. It deserved to fare better on Oscar night, but to be sure, that is a matter of debate. Rent the DVD and see if you agree with me.

Rating: ***** (out of 5)