Saturday, January 30, 2010
Here are some of the studios most notable films that it produced or distributed.
sex lies and videotape (1989)
You can say this is the movie that started it all for the studio. While it only distributed the film, without it and it winning the Palme D'or at Cannes in '89, the American indie movement would be less nascent in the cultural, Steven Soderbergh would have been the anonymous director of a Yes live concert, and Miramax would have probably died a while back. Who knows.
My Left Foot (1989)
Starring Daniel Day-Lewis as Christy Brown, the film was the first film that Miramax was associated with to be nominated for Best Picture at the Oscars. Also, Day-Lewis won his first Best Actor award.
Reservoir Dogs (1992)
The film that introduced the film world to potty-mouthed, bad boy director Quentin Tarantino.
The Crying Game (1992)
Thanks to smart marketing involving the film's twist (you know, girl turns out to be a dude), it became a big hit and garnered 6 Oscar nods.
The Piano (1993)
An art house classic, the Piano helped the studio earn even more awards and helped bolster it's already positive reputation.
While Kevin Smith has certainly lost his groove as a director, Clerks is arguably the cult film of the 90s and at one point was the hottest young director in America. You can thank Miramax for finding hope in the low-budget comedy.
Pulp Fiction (1994)
A film that needs no introduction, Pulp Fiction was a big hit in '94 and is a defining film of the decade. Lines from the movie have entered the cultural lexicon and the film help solidify Quentin Tarantino as a top director.
Content wise, Kids reminded us of Miramax's indie roots, despite the fact it only distributed it. The film introduced Rosario Dawson and Chloe Sevigny and art house director Harmony Korine wrote the script.
Another film that needs no introduction, Trainspotting is another modern classic distributed by the studio. The film made Ewan MacGregor a star and is considered to be one of Britain's best films ever.
The English Patient (1996)
After years of having it's filmed showered with awards around the world, Miramax finally got the coveted Best Picture prize at the 1996 Oscars, winning a whopping 9 nine Oscars that year.
Good Will Hunting (1997)
While we can the discuss the film's reputation (Patton Oswalt, in one bit, said it would be recited by Avril Lavigne during the Apocalypse) the film nonetheless won a screenplay Oscar Matt Damon and Ben Affleck. While Affleck's career may have floundered, Damon's is still strong. It can be also be seen as the film Gus Van Sant finally earned mainstream vindication, after years of working hard as one of the leading voice of indie filmmaking in the 90s.
Life is Beautiful (1998)
While Il Postino (1995), Miramax's other big foreign film that it distributed was nominated for Best Picture, Life is Beautiful was a bigger hit and Roberto Benigni won an Oscar and became a household name.
Shakespeare in Love (1998)
Another film where we may have to question it's artistic merits, Shakespeare in Love gave Miramax it's second Best Picture win, beating some movie called Saving Private Ryan.
Miramax, already known for marketing foreign films into unexepected hits, unleashed the inconic cuteness of Amelie on the American populace in 2001. It raked in $33 million at the box office (IMDB), earned 5 Oscar nods and turned Audrey Tatou into an international star.
The Miramax produced musical brought in $170 million dollars, won 6 Oscars (including Best Picture) and help bring back the musical, the genre that had been dormant for about 30 years.
Gangs of New York (2002)
The film that started Martin Scorsese's Best Director Oscar putsch, the film only brought Daniel Day-Lewis out of retirement, and help transform Leonardo DiCaprio from baby faced teen heartthrob into a serious leading man.
Kill Bill (2003/2004)
The ambitious two part epic revived Tarantino's flagging career and reignited interest in kung-fu and spaghetti western films. It also reminded audiences that David Carradine is awesome.
Fahrenheit 9/11 (2004)
While not officially a Miramax film, Michael Moore's controversial documentary was financed by the Weinstein brothers and was almost distributed by the studio. Disney got in the way, and it was released through another studio. Disney proved to be on the wrong side of the argument as Farenheit 9/11 became the highest grossing documentary ever and earned Michael Moore another Oscar for Best Documentary.
The Aviator (2004)
I almost decided not to include this one, due to the fact that this movie had many studios financing and distributing it. But it is notable, as it brought Scorsese closer to the Best Director Oscar that had so eluded him for many years (He lost to Clint Eastwood though).
The Queen (2006)
Stephen Frears docudrama featured Helen Mirren's Oscar winning performance as Queen Elizabeth II and her handling of the aftermath of Princess Diana's sudden death.
No Country for Old Men (2007)
The Coen Brothers' dark neo-western is probably the best movie of the last ten years, winning 4 Oscars and Javier Bardem's brooding performance as mysterious hit man Anton Chigurh has become a part of pop culture's "fucking scary" sector.
There Will Be Blood (2007)
I'll explain later why Miramax died, even if in 2007 it released two masterpieces that have entered the cultural conciseness. There Will Be Blood earned a second Oscar for Daniel Day-Lewis and changed the way we look at milkshakes.
Continuing Miramax's history as an the premier art house studio, 2008 saw the release of the acclaimed Doubt. It can be seen as Miramax's last important film considering that 2008 and 2009 saw the release of forgettable films like Smart People, Blindness, and Everybody's Fine.
Once the big "indie" studio in the country, Miramax is another casualty to the many Indiewood production houses that have been shuttered up in the past few years. Without these studios bringing challenging films to the American populace, the next few years are gonna suck.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Listening to Neil Young's booming soundtrack to Jim Jarmusch's acid western Dead Man. Featuring the greatest line of all time, as delivered by Gary Farmer: "Stupid Fucking White Man"
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Mrs. Karin Dreijer Andersson, aka Fever Ray and one half of the brother-sister duo The Knife, delivers a bizarre acceptance speech that'll put Lady Gaga and Marlon Brando to shame. Looking like she's an apparition from Ingmar Bergman's wet dream, Karin delivers one of the greatest acceptance speeches ever:
"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah......mmmmmh....mmmmmmmmmmmmmh" - Fever Ray
But under all that melted makeup lies one of my all-time musical crushes. That voice...so cold, so frightening, yet so goddamned beautiful.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Fear of a Black Planet (1990)
Public Enemy's 1988 album It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back is probably my favorite hip-hop album ever. It's full of unbridled anger and energy, the Bomb Squad's production is groundbreaking, and Chuck D's is not only a great rapper, weaving rhymes like it's second nature to him, he also has a great voice. Full of power and masculine anger, the words will definitely come out in a different context if it's spoken from another rapper. While Millions may have been a breakthrough for hip-hop as a whole (it was named best album of 1988 in the Village Voice Pazz & Jop poll), their follow-up, 1990's Fear of a Black Planet is equally as great.
Artists usually have a different mindset on each of their album. Public Enemy are the exception to the rule, as each album is essentially about a political apocalypse. They only get angrier with each subsequent album and Fear of a Black Planet is their angriest. Black Planet is the sound of a band at war and with nothing to lose. The album came out after Professor Griff's alleged anti-Semitic comments caused controversy, and Chuck D's rhymes as if he's protecting not only Griff's life, but the well being of Public Enemy itself.
The album is like being beaten nonstop from start to finish. From the opening collage of "Contract on the World Love Jam" to the classic closer, "Fight the Power", Black Planet is a hip-hop album with the soul of a punk rock album. The Bomb Squad production is relentless, mixing funk samples with the sounds of sirens and alarms, splicing Chuck D's rhymes and it creates a mood of panic. While released in 1990 (ancient history in hip-hop years), the production sounded like no other, futuristic and it hasn't aged a day, giving the album a greater immediacy, even in this era of hip-hop with it's auto-tune and dance samples.
The other sticking point for the album's greatness is Chuck D. As mentioned before, D is one part great rapper and another part great singer. Acting as a mouthpiece for the frustrations of Black American Men in the 80s, if Millions made him great, then Black Planet turned him into a legend. There are too many great moments from him, that I can only list a few examples of his lyric work from an endless list of greatness:
"Crucifixion ain't no fiction/So called chosen frozen/Apology made to who ever pleases/Still they got me like Jesus" - "Welcome to the Terrordome"
"Burn Hollywood burn I smell a riot/Goin' on first they're guilty now they're gone/Yeah I'll check out a movie/But it'll take a Black one to move me" - "Burn Hollywood Burn"
"Cause I'm Black and I'm proud/I'm ready and hyped plus I'm amped/Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps/Sample a look back you look and find/Nothing but rednecks for 400 years if you check" - "Fight the Power"
Probably the best lyrical album of the last 20 years, hands down.
Thematically, Fear of a Black Planet is easy to understand. This album isn't meant for metaphors. Chuck D, Flava Flav, Terminator X and The Bomb Squad don't have time for memories. They go for the arteries on this album and launch an experience on this unforgettable album. Keep fighting the power, guys.
5 out of 5 Stars
Monday, January 18, 2010
Let’s first talk about the influence on the album. From reggae, to afropop, to even M.I.A.! The album is full of influences from the world of music. Now on to the title, Contra, definitely a sly nod The Clash’s epic Sandinista!, an ambitious triple-album bonanza that covered the bases from reggae to even good ol’ rock ‘n roll. The irony with Contra in retrospect to Sandinista are the references in the music and title. Sandinistas were the communists rebel group in Nicaragua in the 80s. The Contras were their right wing enemies. Whereas Sandinista! was full of political messages sprawled over three records, Contra is 36 minutes and full of safe, uninteresting music.
It’s unfair of me to compare Vampire Weekend to the Clash. Both bands obviously came from different backgrounds, different eras and had/have different aspirations for their music. If anything, Contra is a benign follow-up to their excellent self-title debut from a few years back. Full of life and rich boy cleverness, Vampire Weekend was a wonderful work, despite the overtly hip style of the band. Contra makes them into a rather hateful band, fulfilling that stereotype of them being the WASPY rich boys that they’ve essentially hidden for the most part.
Now not all is lost on Contra. There are some decent songs on the record. The opener “Horchata” is a delightful, tropical pop song, as Ezra Koenig sings about relaxing and sipping on the aforementioned alcoholic beverage, as a bouncy synth line shows us during the song. “Run” is a great too, punctuated by a catchy trumpet line. And of course, “Cousins” is a bright spot on the album, probably the most excitement brought into the album is from this song, full of crunchy riffing and something about something about their cousins or something. There some cool moments in parts on the album, such as the previously mentioned “Cousins” or the M.I.A. sampling “Diplomat’s Son”.
But all in all, the album is relatively bland and uninteresting, not necessarily bad. The songs are good here, good on paper and whatnot, but on this album they come out flat. Imagine if “Oxford Comma” could only get more whiter, that’s essentially what Contra is all about. “California English” is kind of annoying, as is “White Sky”, as it’s the kind of catchy that will invade your head, but not in the good way - note that I said “invade” and not “allowed in”. Not only that, the album runs flat. It doesn’t have a that climatic moment like “Walcott” or “The Kids Don’t Stand a Chance” on the last album, nor does it vary that much. So the album is essentially the musical equivalent spending the evening sipping on Horchata and doing nothing. Talk about rich boy stereotypes.
But Contra doesn’t mean the band has entered a creative slump, no. Contra is more like a portrait of a band stepping off the gas pedal after hitting youthful highs on their previous work. While the songs can be good in some other form, the band seems to have entered the world of Jimmy Buffest-esque ignorant bliss, and that’s a painfully uncool place to be.
2 1/2 out of 4 stars.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
"It's stunning how Jay Leno outfoxed you again. Everybody's like "oh, I'm Jay Leno", they do the voice, and everything? Meanwhile he's the shrewdest guy... he outfoxed... you're in good company... he outfoxed Johnny Carson... David Letterman... every 10 years some redheaded rube shows up..." - Norm MacDonald
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Initial reaction to Vampire Weekend's Contra: Meh...
Gonna watch the Demme documentary The Agronomist soon. It's about Jean Dominique, the Haitian-born French activist and his war against government oppression in Haiti. Though the film mostly takes place in the 90s to his death in 2000, the film is still relevant today because of the rebelling against Jean-Bertrand Aristide and the horrifying earthquake from a few days ago.
Gonna check out the 1996 TV movie The Late Shift, due to it's rise in relevancy thanks to recent Tonight Show debacle over at NBC.
Listening to Wild Beasts' Limbo, Panto right now. They truly sound like nothing else out right now.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
As we all know by now, Memphis-based garage punk rocker Jay Reatard was found dead in his home early this morning. No cause of death has been reported yet, but friends of the singer said he recently complained of flu-like symptoms. He was 29.
It's a shame that someone on the verge of greatness. Last year, Reatard released Watch Me Fall, an album that showcased his talents and songwriting ability to a wider audience. His recorded output is staggering and impressive. He started playing music in the Memphis punk scene as a teen, and there was no stopping him ever since. From several singles in a year to several bands at a time, Reatard was a man who believed in music.
In era where indie has gotten soft and marketable, Reatard was something of gift, reminding of the days when indie rockers were iconoclastic, pissed-off kid who preached the gospel of rock and roll. While some may have found Reatard's antics annoying, I found it brilliant. Reatard not only crafted excellent tunes, but an excellent persona: the wild child of indie rock. From his fist fights with fans, to virtual fights with other bands, Jay seemed to be sent on a mission from God to be a Rock and Roll Messiah.
Reatard was an artist of great potential. While Reatard had a prolific career at the time of his death, we may never know what would have been. Let us all honor the best brat in rock music by punching our friends in the face, peeing on stage and by just preaching the word of good music.
Peeing on stage:
"It Ain't Gonna Save Me":
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
This may just be a ratings ploy, but goddammit I gotta support Coco. Cue Hicks rant.
Via NY Times blog:
People of Earth:
In the last few days, I’ve been getting a lot of sympathy calls, and I want to start by making it clear that no one should waste a second feeling sorry for me. For 17 years, I’ve been getting paid to do what I love most and, in a world with real problems, I’ve been absurdly lucky. That said, I’ve been suddenly put in a very public predicament and my bosses are demanding an immediate decision.
Six years ago, I signed a contract with NBC to take over “The Tonight Show” in June of 2009. Like a lot of us, I grew up watching Johnny Carson every night and the chance to one day sit in that chair has meant everything to me. I worked long and hard to get that opportunity, passed up far more lucrative offers, and since 2004, I have spent literally hundreds of hours thinking of ways to extend the franchise long into the future. It was my mistaken belief that, like my predecessor, I would have the benefit of some time and, just as important, some degree of ratings support from the prime-time schedule. Building a lasting audience at 11:30 is impossible without both.
But sadly, we were never given that chance. After only seven months, with my “Tonight Show” in its infancy, NBC has decided to react to their terrible difficulties in prime time by making a change in their long-established late night schedule.
Last Thursday, NBC executives told me they intended to move the “Tonight Show” to 12:05 to accommodate the “Jay Leno Show” at 11:35. For 60 years, the “Tonight Show” has aired immediately following the late local news. I sincerely believe that delaying the “Tonight Show” into the next day to accommodate another comedy program will seriously damage what I consider to be the greatest franchise in the history of broadcasting. The “Tonight Show” at 12:05 simply isn’t the “Tonight Show.” Also, if I accept this move I will be knocking the “Late Night” show, which I inherited from David Letterman and passed on to Jimmy Fallon, out of its long-held time slot. That would hurt the other NBC franchise that I love, and it would be unfair to Jimmy.
So it has come to this: I cannot express in words how much I enjoy hosting this program and what an enormous personal disappointment it is for me to consider losing it. My staff and I have worked unbelievably hard, and we are very proud of our contribution to the legacy of “The Tonight Show.” But I cannot participate in what I honestly believe is its destruction. Some people will make the argument that with DVRs and the Internet, a time slot doesn’t matter. But with the “Tonight Show,” I believe nothing could matter more.
There has been speculation about my going to another network but, to set the record straight, I currently have no other offer and honestly have no idea what happens next. My hope is that NBC and I can resolve this quickly so that my staff, crew, and I can do a show we can be proud of, for a company that values our work.
Have a great day and, for the record, I am truly sorry about my hair; it’s always been that way.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Call me a "fag" or "homo" if you will, for liking the cutesy French film Amelie. I can't help it. It's wonderfully shot, a very entertaining film to watch and has a wonderful performance from Miss Audrey Tatou.
Amores Perros (2000)
Made around the same time as Steven Soderbergh's Traffic, Amores Perros has that same "hyperlink" style that has made the rounds in some films this decade. The title translates to "loves a bitch", as the three stories in this film show how love essentially caused a car crash. Okay, I made that sound bad, but it's a damn good film nonetheless.
City of God (2002)
When I first saw City of God, I was blown away. By it's colors, by it's camera work and by the surprisingly good acting from the non-actors in the film. A great story matched by it's great characters, from the insane Li'l Zé, the chill Benny and the good guy turned bad, Knockout Ned.
Children of Men (2006)
A film that keeps getting better with every passing year, Children of Men is an artistic triumph. The story is brilliant, and Clive Owen is perfect as the detached Theo. But the real star of the film is director Alfonso Cuaron, whose long takes will surely be talked about for years to come.
The Diving Bell and the Butterfly (2007)
A film with this kind of topic could come off a schmaltzfest, but director Julian Schnabel pulls it off as he turns the film about the true life story of an fashion magazine editor rendered paralyzed, and turns it into a film about an artist struggling to experience life again.
Good Night and Good Luck (2005)
Confession: I actually like George Clooney. He seems like a nice guy and his performances convey a sense of classic cool. Also, he can make a good movie by himself too. Good Night and Good Luck is the tense retelling of the war between journalist extraordinaire Edward R. Murrow (brilliantly played by David Strathairn) and Communist hunter Joseph McCarthy. A beautifully shot film, Good Night and Good Luck doesn't come off as preachy despite it's intent to parallel the McCarthy hearings to the present day Bush era.
Grizzly Man (2005)
Some people might call Timothy Treadwell, the man who spent 13 summers with Grizzly Bears in Alaska, insane. Werner Herzog sees Treadwell as a dreamer, someone who wants to become a grizzly bear. Herzog pulls this theme off perfectly in this excellent documentary.
The Hurt Locker (2009)
Obviously my favorite film of 09, the Hurt Locker is probably the first great movie about the Iraq War (The Men who Stare At Goats is a great too, but Iraq is more of a MacGuffin there). A pulse pounding film, the Hurt Locker follow the everyday lives of soldiers in a bomb squad, staring at death every day. It's a harrowing experience.
Kill Bill (2003/2004)
I kind of disliked Inglorious Basterds. I normally use the phrase "arrogant" to describe it. My friends usually retort that Kill Bill, Tarantino's two part homage to kung-fu and spaghetti westerns, is more arrogant. I disagree. Kill Bill's alleged arrogance is actually post-modern cool, as Tarantino takes some of the genre most loved images and he makes it his own here. Also, Uma Thurman is just awesome as the vengeful Bride, out for the blood of Bill (a never better David Carradine).
The Lives of Others (2006)
East Germany during the 80s is the setting of this terrific German film. An extraordinary portrait of a Stasi agent who quietly helps save the life of a dissenting playwright he's spying on, subtly portrayed by the late Ulrich Mühe. The film is shot skillfully and beautifully, as director Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck turns the drab appearance of East Germany and makes it grand and strangely beautiful.
The Lord of the Rings trilogy (2001-2003)
"Komar, get that artsy fartsy penis out of your mouth and enjoy life for once." - Ken Hanley
This is why the blog is called Your Opinion Doesn't Matter.
Sean Astin was robbed from the Oscars, I tells ya.
Still brilliant after 10 years, Christopher Nolan's breakthrough film Memento is a twisted thriller. What makes it so memorable is not Guy Pearce's performance of Nolan's directing, but it's highly original script, presented backwards, forwards and even sideways (yuk, yuk). This film challenges our notions on memory and it's the few films that made want to wear a hard hat 24/7.
Mulholland Drive (2001)
I have an irrational fear/hatred of L.A. because of various reasons that I don't feel like listing right now. One of the reasons why is because of Mulholland Drive, David Lynch's twisted neo-noir art pic that bends the ways we look at reality, and what makes reality versus what makes a dream.
No Country for Old Men (2007)
If I did rank these films, No Country for Old Men will be No.1. To me, No Country is virtually perfect film, from it's script to it's execution (no pun intended) from the Coen Bros. Javier Barden is frightening as Anton Chigurh, and Tommy Lee Jones is great as the grizzled sheriff trying to realize where this world has gone to. Also, that ending - it was fucking brilliant.
Pan’s Labyrinth (2006)
It was a good decade to be a Mexican film director. While Cuaron and Iñárritu took over art film duties, Guillermo del Toro was the man behind the action and fantasy pics. Pan's Labyrinth and wonderful, frigtening and balls out brilliant fantasy film is a film that can appeal to anyone, language barriers be damned.
The Pianist (2002)
I am Polish. Roman Polanski is Polish. This film, which tells the story of the Jewish composer Wladyslaw Szpilman (played by Adrien Brody) is definitely close to me, as it follows him as he survives living in Nazi-occupied Warsaw during WWII, going from the invasion to the Warsaw Uprising, a moment in history that most America do not know about.
The Prestige (2006)
Who would have thought that a movie about dueling magicians could be so damn good? A tale of obsession, with Christian Bale and Hugh Jackman doing a fantastic job in this film, as is David Bowie (aka God) playing Nikolai Tesla (aka God). This film's twist is also fantastic as it essentially makes the movie a two hour magic trick.
The Proposition (2005)
Dark, brooding, underseen. The Prestige is John Hillcoat's amazing western, taking place in 1800's Australia. Guy Pearce is terrific as Charlie Burns, an outlaw sent out by a British Army Captain (an amazing Ray Winstone), to take out his more dangerous brother, Arthur (Danny Huston - brilliant), in a film that is a parable about civilazation vs. savagery.
When most people make their choice for best animated film, or Pixar film of the decade, it's normally 2004's the Increidles or 2008's WALL-E. While I enjoyed both films, I feel that 2007's Ratatouille is the true masterpiece of the Pixar decade. Beautifully animated, turning Paris into life is paired with a compelling script, as NY Times critic A.O. Scott put's it best, ‘one of the best protrait of an artist commited to screen’.
Requiem for a Dream (2000)
"Horrifying" doesn't even begin the harrowing experience that is Requiem for a Dream. In an era where quick cuts are the norm, used to grab people's attention, Darren Aronofsky uses it to advance the plot and get it's point across. With frightening results. Did I mention that this movie is not a horror?
The Royal Tennenbaums (2001)
I hate the word quriky to describe, but fuck this movie is definitely quirky. Wes Anderson's big burst of creative quirk, The Royal Tennenbaums is a truly post-modern masterpiece, as Gene Hackman is Royal Tennenbaum, the father figure of his dysfunctional, formerly great family, as he essentially lies about having cancer to get the family back together. Crazy stuff ensues, from affairs between siblings (don't worry, one of the is adopted), to suicide attempts, to several stabbings from a little Indian man.
While the notion of a movie about two schlubs going on a wine-testing trip in the Santa Ynez Valley, sounds boring and unabashedly white, Sideways excels as a terrific comedy. Paul Giamatti is perfect as the main character, Miles Raymond, as is Thomas Hayden Church's washed up actor (heh). Also, director Thomas Payne and Jim Taylor's script is filled with moments, from Miles' Merlot rant to the naked redneck chase scene.
There Will Be Blood (2007)
There Will Be Blood is a towering achievement, hands down. Paul Thomas Anderson's film seemed great but shambolic when I first saw it, but as time went on, the film just became better. Daniel Day-Lewis absolutely incredible as Daniel Plainview, a shrewd oil man, and also deserving notice is Paul Dano, playing the preacher Eli Sunday. Also noteworthy is Robert Elswit's breathtaking cinematography, and Jonny Greenwood's groundbreaking score.
This decade, Steven Soderbergh became a big director, and he didn't have to sell his soul. Well, he sold it sometimes, but he would make it up for movies like Traffic (and this year's pretty good, The Informant). Obviously, Traffic is his most famous, and it's shifting, ADD effect is seen in movies like Babel, Crash and Syriana. The drug war saga is one to remember.
Y Tu Mama Tambien (2001)
No film this decade is more unique and stylistically ambitious than Alfonso Cuaron's Y Tu Mama Tambien. Taking the basic road trip movie where two teens come of age, throwing in Godardian political undertones, and add some fucking you got one of the best films of the decade. Long takes, heated passions, and a great story made Cuaron into the international director he is today that will make you think about the world we live in.