Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Sarah Palin: You Betcha! [film review]

* Written for Toronto Screen Shots
Sarah Palin: You Betcha! seeks to get the real story behind the divisive former vice presidential candidate and governor of Alaska, who has somehow managed to become a prominent figure on the U.S. political landscape, despite what appears to be an almost laughable lack of qualifications. Her shortcomings become the focus of directors Nick Broomfield's and Joan Churchill's film, which will likely be dismissed as a character assassination by the Republican right, but Palin's deficiencies are impossible to ignore. In fact, they're front and centre.
Broomfield is best known for his documentaries Kurt & Courtney, Biggie & Tupac, and Aileen: Life And Death Of A Serial Killer. You Betcha!, making its world premiere at the festival, employs the same style used in many of his films, where Broomfield himself frequently appears on-screen. Documentary purists might bristle at the fact that the director, like Michael Moore, becomes such a prominent figure in his own films (which he also narrates), but it's a style that works for him, mostly because of his quirky charm. One scene in the movie shows Broomfield arriving at an interviewee's residence and beginning the interview with her before he's even let inside, as she talks to him through an open window as he tries to stay upright while standing on the sheet of ice that's covering her driveway, all while holding on to his ever-present boom microphone and audio recording equipment. The fact he's outfitted in an ugly flannel jacket and funny looking winter hat with earflaps only adds to the entertainingly oddball scene.
Broomfield and Churchill (who does most of the camera work) spent ten weeks shooting in the dead of winter in Palin's hometown of Wasilla, Alaska, which could best be summed up as a land of guns, God, and snow. The town itself is a bit of a fascinating subject: it's the crystal meth capital of the state and home to a staggering 76 churches for the population of 6,000. They interview Palin's parents (mostly her father, Chuck), who at first are fairly welcoming, but soon become more leery of the filmmakers as they find out they've been talking to some of their daughter's enemies and detractors in town. Chuck is worried about another "hit piece" by the media. Former Palin friends and classmates are harder to find - the few that will talk tell the filmmakers of worries about repercussions from Palin and her supporters that could affect their ability to earn a living in the small town, or even their safety. One man from her high school inner circle dismisses the revisionist PR job that Palin and her team did to paint her as a successful high school athlete who came to be known as "Sarah Barracuda" because of her tenacity. He says she was a very mediocre athlete and only got the "Barracuda" nickname because their group of friends simply loved the song with the same name by Heart. The meat of the film are the numerous interviews with Palin's former political colleagues, who collectively depict her as someone who felt contempt for intellectuals, was disengaged from the political process, vindictive, naive, and unloyal. Some variation of the phrase "thrown under the bus" occurs with comedic regularity from the former co-workers, but it's most sobering when you hear a version of it from one of the senior strategists who worked on John McCain's presidential campaign. It's a damning indictment of the McCain camp that they failed to uncover Palin's skeletons, which appear to have been hiding in plain sight, before making her their vice presidential nominee.
The filmmakers also speak to former family members, who use many of the same adjectives that Palin's political colleagues used to describe her. Most prominent from this group is her former brother-in-law, Mike Wooten, who was the focus of the "Troopergate" scandal that implicated Palin over a possible abuse of her powers, while governor, to get Wooten fired from his job as a state trooper. Unsurprisingly, he has nothing good to say about her, even making some fairly pointed accusations about the parenting skills of Palin and her father. Of course, no documentary on Palin would be complete without an examination of her staunch religious beliefs. The most interesting interviews on the topic come from an Alaskan pastor who has a rocky history with Palin, notably their differences on homosexuality in the church. He worries about her mental stability around something as important as nuclear launch codes because of the fact that "she believes she's God's anointed one".
Palin herself remains an elusive target and the film never manages to get any closer to her than Broomfield's appearances at a few of her book signings, where she's non-committal to his interview requests, and Broomfield turning up in the audience at a couple of her speaking engagements. The speaking engagement scenes add comedic value, but do come off as somewhat grandstanding on his part as he gets kicked out of one event after surreptitiously asking Palin a question from the venue floor, and resorts to using a malfunctioning megaphone at another as the audience disinterestedly files out of the arena after the event.
Churchill and Broomfield took to an online funding website for creative projects called Kickstarter.com last month in an effort to raise funds so the film could get distributed in U.S. theatres. They raised a little more than their target goal of $30,000 in less than three weeks and managed to secure a limited release in New York and Los Angeles at the end of September. Audiences will discover a consistently entertaining and occasionally revelatory portrait of one of the most fascinating political figures in recent memory.
Rating: ★★★★★★★★☆☆

Monday, September 12, 2011

Keith Urban - Get Closer World Tour [concert review]

* September 10th, Air Canada Centre, Toronto
Keith Urban's latest tour in support of last year's reliably excellent Get Closer album played Toronto's Air Canada Centre on Saturday to a full house that one local paper claimed was 12,000 strong, while another stated there were 15,000 fans in attendance. That large a discrepancy is head scratching, but based on the mere sprinkling of empty seats I saw in the rear upper level I'll definitely choose to lean towards the larger crowd estimate, which had a noticeably larger female to male ratio. Whatever the figure was, everyone got their money's worth, as Urban tirelessly delivered an entertaining and lengthy 140 minute set of expertly crafted music that was backed with a solid stage production and oodles of good will and appreciation for his loyal fans.
Urban gets mostly categorized as a country artist, which instantly limits his appeal with people who won't even give anyone associated with the genre a chance (and I used to be one of them). Their loss. What would surprise most of the people clinging to that prejudice is how much of an element that rock plays in both his music and live shows. Personally, I consider him as much of a rock artist as a country artist, with a healthy dose of pop thrown in. Saturday's concert was basically a straight-up arena rock show, with loud guitars and Urban's admirable six string technical prowess given numerous opportunities to shine (like his extended solos on slower songs "Stupid Boy", "Raining On Sunday", and "Till Summer Comes Around"), and numerous arena rock audience participation staples implemented to the desired effect, even if some of them, such as the one where he splits the arena crowd into sections and does a call and response routine, feel completely clichéd for anyone who has seen more than five concerts in their life.
Get Closer's first single, "Put You In A Song", was a well-chosen show opener, brimming with a high energy that the crowd, which was raucous and highly engaged for the entire concert, was more than equal to matching in return. "Days Go By", which followed, only dialled things up a notch. Overall, it was a solid, well-paced setlist that showcased a healthy balance of new material with the old, and upbeat songs with ballads and moodier pieces. Highlights included "Till Summer Comes Around", "Sweet Thing", "Without You" (which featured a brief and tasteful classical guitar-style intro), "Better Life", and "Making Memories Of Us" (which was segued into after a snippet of Paul McCartney's "Silly Love Songs"). Urban's band sounded great, backed by longtime drummer Chris McHugh, bassist Jerry Flowers, and relatively newer members Brian Nutter and Danny Rader on guitars and various other instruments.
Urban's lighting rig filled up the rear of the stage in a manner that brought to mind a looping roller coaster track, the focus being an off-centre giant loop filled with the main video screen that was well-integrated into the production (I enjoyed the door peephole view video played before "Sweet Thing", but found the use of some of the live images treated with a monochromatic filter to be a little overdone and artsy fartsy). The unorthodox lighting setup, which featured lights that moved along the tracks of the rigging, brought some refreshingly interesting lighting angles to the production. Smaller satellite stages on either side of the main stage allowed Urban and his band the chance to get closer to the sides of the arena and, as in past shows, there was another smaller stage on the arena floor. Luckily, my friend and I were right beside the smaller stage and got to enjoy three songs with Urban five feet away: "I'm In", "Jeans On" (ironically, my least favourite song of his), and a moving "You'll Think Of Me", where Urban switched to an acoustic guitar and sat down on a chair outfitted with an extremely low-tech looking microphone stand that looked beat to hell. The tiny stage platform, which rotated to give fans a 360 degree view, dramatically rose to about a dozen feet in the air as Urban came to the conclusion of the bridge section of the song.
Minor quibbles: a few songs played during the show are some of his dodgiest material, in my opinion, namely "Who Wouldn't Wanna Be Me", "You Look Good In My Shirt", and the horrible "Jeans On", which are all from his Golden Road album that I otherwise quite enjoy. I'm not sure what it is about Urban songs involving apparel as the subject matter, but it's a bad mix for me. Then again, considering all three are setlist staples and fan favourites, maybe it is, in fact, just me. The sequence where Urban brought three audience members on stage for a sing-off during "Kiss A Girl" felt far too drawn out and cheesy. Also, while I can appreciate it's difficult for an artist to keep his stage patter unique from show to show, it'd be nice to hear Urban come up with some fresher material for his audience than what we occasionally heard, such as the "who's got the good seats now?" line we've heard from him before when he comes out to the second stage, even if it is a pretty good line. Of course, I bitched about him recycling that same line the last time I reviewed one of his shows, so perhaps I'm in no position to complain.
This was my second Keith Urban show and as hugely impressed as I am by his music and showmanship, what leaves as much of a resounding impact with me following one of his concerts is the genuine and heartfelt connection he makes with his audience, perhaps more so than any artist other I've ever seen (and I've seen a lot of shows in my time). Whether it's taking five minutes to acknowledge the numerous signs that fans made, pulling audience members up on stage (even if it kills the show's momentum a little), playing on a second stage in the middle of the arena floor, or making numerous trips through the crowd to give fans a chance to get as close as possible to him (geek alert: I was close enough to touch his shoulder when he went by me), it all goes a long way to strengthening the tight bond he has with his audience. During "You Look Good In My Shirt" he ventured out to about halfway up the lower bowl stands in the back of the arena and after singing part of the song he took off the Fender guitar he was playing, signed it, and gave it to a young girl, who obviously couldn't stop beaming. Now that is what you call a personal touch.
My friend Marcia and I skipped openers The Band Perry, although I somewhat regretted not being present when I read afterwards that the sibling trio tried to pull off a cover of Queen's "Fat Bottomed Girls". Damn.
Rating: ★★★★★★★★☆☆

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Cowboys & Aliens [film review]

* Released theatrically in July
The credits tell us that Jon Favreau directed Cowboys & Aliens, but this movie sure looks and feels like the latest crap churned out by Michael Bay, the grand auteur of loud, dumb action cinema. The western/sci-fi mashup wastes a promising concept that finds aliens invading Arizona in the late 1800's to harvest gold to power their spaceships and abducting humans for examination and experimentation, with an endgame, one would assume, towards eventual annihilation (the latter being a heavy-handed and ironic metaphor for the white man's takeover of the Native American's land).
It somehow took six screenwriters to transfer Scott Mitchell Rosenberg's 2006 graphic novel to the big screen and they still couldn't manufacture a compelling story or bring any imagination to the actor's roles. The film is populated with stock characters that feel like watered-down versions of better characters from older, better westerns: Daniel Craig as Jake Lonergan is a stoic, amnesiac badass with echoes of Clint Eastwood's "The Man With No Name" character, Harrison Ford does his usual Ford-like grumpy character as bad guy Colonel Dolarhyde, Paul Dano plays his loose cannon son, plus there's a wide assortment of other western paint-by-numbers figures, such as the persecuted but proud Indian, a preacher, doctor, saloon owner, sheriff, and Olivia Wilde as the requisite female participant with a murky past. Virtually any area in which the movie heads story-wise ends up falling flat, save for one bright moment where the aliens make their main debut (following a quick tease that shows little), as their spaceships swoop from the sky and the townsfolk are lassoed by long cables that drag them away. The momentum from that scene quickly dissipates, however, and the film never manages to regain its already unsteady footing. The aliens themselves look decent enough (they resemble giant cockroaches with an extra set of arms buried in their chest/underside), but the CGI seams are definitely more visible when they're a little more active and running around.
Skip this one, unless you thought this summer's Transformers: Dark Of The Moon was a masterpiece.
Rating: ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆