Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Review: Bringing Out the Dead (1999)

In my book of cinematic tallies there will be a strong amount of accolades that shall be given to the director, writer, and the production crew who could successfully pull together a movie that stars Nicolas Cage in a role I can actually enjoy watching. The actor is consistently sleepy in the majority of the film roles that he portrays as if he wakes up every morning and proclaims to the crew, “I will have my cup of coffee after the shoot is completely finished for the day!” Would the film roles in which he frequently performs contain any level of energy above the sleepy head syndrome? At the current moment, I can only remember three particular roles in which he actually appears to be awake for the entire production shoot for each film. Listed in chronological order the three characters are Vincent Dwyer in The Cotton Club (1984), H.I. McDunnough in Raising Arizona (1987), and Damon Macready in Kick-Ass (2010). Feel free to post a comment below if you happen to think of any other movie roles than these three (or if you happen to disagree with any of them). Despite his boring tendency to underplay the vast majority of film characters there is one particular example where his acting skill proves to be the perfect choice for the role. If you have not yet seen Bringing Out the Dead (1999) then you should run on over to Netflix, Blockbuster or Amazon.com as soon as possible to rent a copy of the film. The film was directed by Martin Scorsese and adapted from the semi-biographical novel written by Joe Connelly. The lead character, Frank Pierce, has been employed for five years as a third shift paramedic in the Hell’s Kitchen neighborhood of New York City. It would almost be an understatement to describe his current condition as burnout. Starting with a written description of a fictional character associated with adjectives such as exhausted, tired, and hopeless, would there be an actor with the ability to bring the character to life? Oh, yeah, Nicolas Cage can do it! In addition, it does not hurt the production one iota to have Martin Scorsese directing the film!

The story takes place over a three-day weekend as Frank Pierce provokes his boss to fire him for unprofessional behavior or else he will quit the fleet. It does not exactly pose a threat to his boss who remembers all the previous attempts Frank has walked into the manager’s office and proclaimed a desire to quit his job. However, his boss holds no personal courage to stand up to Frank by actually firing him, but merely sideswipes the topic at hand. Nearly all of us have been in Frank’s situation at one point in our lives when all personal interest in the job is running at an all time low, and there is the desire to find some sort of an easy exit from the dead end job. It is not a thrilling situation to find oneself stuck within. The most troubling of circumstances for Frank is the constant barrage of self-imposed guilt for not saving the life of a young pregnant woman who he discovered living on the streets at the time. With a high amount of physical and emotional exhaustion that he has been experiencing lately there are moments when he begins to hallucinate her return from the grave in order to haunt him with questions about his inability to save her life.

Right from the start of the film, we are immersed into a dark atmosphere of the human spirit. It can be depressing, but it is the way of the world. As the opening credits are slapped upon the screen over a black background and inter cut with extreme close ups of Frank Pierce working the stressful front line of being a paramedic the audience listens to the melancholy blues song “T.B. Sheets” which is performed by Van Morrison. The credits and the brief visuals are loosely cut to the pounding of the drumsticks while the shrilling sound of the emergency siren is substituted by the sound of a high-pitched note played on the harmonica. Embedded below is the song in its entirety and I ask that you listen to the words of the song as well as the tone of the music while imagining a paramedic vehicle racing down the street to save a dying person.

T.B. Sheets by Van Morrison


The music that is used in the film is such an integral part of the story that it has become a character all its own. If the character of the music were to be manifested into a physical representation within the story, it would clearly be the narrator of the film. The lyrics of “T.B. Sheets” is about a woman by the name of Julie who is suffering from the pains of tuberculosis while the singer is a visiting guest who sits uncomfortably in her convalescent room watching her fade away. He is sitting in the presence of sickness and despair, but unable to cope with it. The same concept is applied to Frank who shows the difficulty of coming to terms with people who are dying around him and he cannot save every single one of them. There is a very specific reference made to this song, which is spoken by a supporting character. Noel is a mentally unstable man (portrayed by singer Marc Anthony) who makes a first appearance in the emergency room of a local hospital. He keeps yelling for a glass of water, because he is thirsty. He is surrounded by several patients who are physically hurt and dying. He is physically restrained to a gurney, but all he simply wants is a glass of water to drink before rushing out of the emergency room. In my own interpretation of the lyrics, the remainder of the song is a reflection of the relationship between Frank and the young pregnant woman who died in his arms six months prior.

The opening song from Van Morrison is not a primary theme for the film, but merely a prologue to its story. The film opens up with a prologue of the opening song and credits along with the introductory scene where Frank Pierce is properly introduced as he attempts to save a man from a potentially fatal heart attack. Once he transports the patient to the hospital the film truly begins into the first part of three chapters, each one clearly separated as Day One, Two, and Three. Through the progression of the story there are several songs that tie in with the mood and thematic elements that serve as supporting character to Frank’s story. The style of music spans across several different styles including the introductory blues song, followed by classic punk music (The Clash, Johnny Thunders) to a sample of British reggae (UB40) and mixed in with a couple of samples from Motown (Martha Reeves & The Vandellas, The Marvelettes). Not bad of a mix tape, I would imagine.

Moving beyond the soundtrack there is a strong visual style of harsh lighting to accentuate an ever present glow from above (gee, I wonder) that creates deep shadows amidst the actors in several scenes. Although the style of lighting has been over used in television dramas like crime shows of the last ten years there still is a certain symbolic use for it within the film. It is not the primary lighting scheme used throughout the entire film, thank God. There are a few scenes cleverly designed with very soft lighting and minimal shadows. The lighting differences are noticeably different during the scenes that contain a change in emotional mood. Sometimes when the stress levels are high such as during an emergency rescue or certain scenes in the emergency room there are very sharp, bright lights that flood down like spotlights which leaves highly contrasted shadows across the faces of the actors or upon the set pieces. On the other side to the high contrast lighting scheme there are a few scenes of peace and tranquility represented with a minimalistic lighting scheme completely void of shadows.

The entire production of the film is an artistic treasure that stimulates the perceptual senses of hearing and seeing. As perfectly described by Cy Coates, the drug dealer in the film, it is all so beautiful.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Review: Wild at Heart (1990)

Watching a film that has been directed by David Lynch can be a tricky situation for me to endure. Some of his films are intriguing to watch while others are ridiculously boring. Not all of his films can be so easily classified into such an extreme black and white difference of either loving it or hating it. After sitting through a viewing of Wild at Heart (1990) I realized this would be one of his films that have hit a gray area for me. The story attempts to infiltrate the traditional aspect of mainstream films of the early 90s by telling the story of a Bonnie and Clyde type of couple who are young, foolish, and believed to be in love as they traverse across the country with a rebellious attitude as they commit various acts of violence together. What sets the film apart from any other ho-hum film of its kind would be the strong presence of visual imagery that is acutely attributed to David Lynch’s traditional form of absurd randomness.

A small contributing factor that has tarnished my experience with watching this film is connected to the recommendation given to me by a co-worker. He has hailed the film to be the best Lynch film ever and that I am not a true cinematic fan if I have never heard or seen of this film before. Interesting to note, but it raises a suspicious warning flag for me to hear this sort of an introduction for any film. The co-worker has a preference in watching violent films, which is the perfect explanation of why he would list Wild at Heart as the best Lynch film ever to exist. It is a movie filled with an over abundance of young angst and violence that is about to explode from every possible seam. The story is coherent and follows a logical course of action, which usually scores points in my book, but there is a moment when I am deterred from enjoying a film when I feel bored by any excessive amount of violence is introduced into the story for the sake of containing violence. War films are an exception since war is violence, but even in those cases, I believe that too much violence in the story can be a deterrent for telling a good story.

This film barely starts when the audience is introduced to a brutal act of violence as the lead character begins pounding the head of a supporting character right into the ground as if his head were an over sized watermelon begging to be broken open and consumed. The scene is a disturbing introduction merely to be used as a tool to point out that the leading male character is purely a badass persona to be feared. Moreover, it is surprising to imagine that he is not even the villain of the story! It would be more fitting to describe him as an anti-hero to say the least, but clearly not the villain as the audience soon discovers once the movie begins showing more information about the other characters of the story.

The entire film can be summarized with the following statement. The criminal elements of Bonnie and Clyde is infused with the star crossed love between Romeo and Juliet as the unlikely couple make their way through the American south to find a place to settle together so they can have a lot of sex without being disturbed by a fastidious mother-in-law. The over excessive amount of sex and violence served up a hot plate of boredom for me when I was watching the movie. The two leading characters have a child together, which forces character development for the two of them as they realize they need to be grown up adults in order to raise a child together. The glimmering jewel for the audience to enjoy while watching the film would be the cross-country road trip for the couple as they meet new people, enjoy having sex together, and commit various acts of violence and crime. Hurray! I am so ready to forget about this film by moving on to watch another film.