Movie Box Review

The Golden Globes are given out by 80 international journalists whose opinions, when they're not voting on these awards, are of no importance whatsoever to anyone on the planet other than their particular loved ones.  But the combination of a usually entertaining TV show (hosted again this year by Ricky Gervais) and enough years to have established a brand name has created a collective delusion that The Globes Matter, and therefore they do.  The full list of nominees is here, and let's talk a bit about the day's winners and losers--Movies first.

THE FAVORITES:  WINNERS - The Artist, The Descendants and The Help all reinforced their status as the films to beat in the Oscar race, stacking up the most nominations (6 for Artist, 5 for the other two).  Ditto Brad Pitt, George Clooney and Jean DuJardin for Actor,  and Meryl Streep, Michelle Williams and Viola Davis for Actress. 

EXTREMELY LOUD AND INCREDIBLY CLOSE:  LOSER - Is it the 9/11 theme?  The very late start to industry and press screenings?  Not clear yet, but this seemingly sure-thing Oscar contender has been coming up dry everywhere so far.

WAR HORSE:  LOSER  Yes, even with a Picture nomination.  The snub of Spielberg for director, apart from being a reminder of the bad old days when Jaws and The Color Purple could receive Oscar nominations while Spielberg was excluded, strongly suggests that War Horse isn't in the top rank of nominees.

THE TREE OF LIFE:  LOSER - One might have thought that the international sensibility of the Globes would lend itself to Terence Malick's hugely ambitious, equal parts brilliant and pretentious epic.  But one would be wrong, as Tree couldn't manage a single nomination.

THE IDES OF MARCH:  WINNER - George Clooney's mixed-bag political drama had been largely ignored thus far, but the Globes went for it in a big way, with nominations for Picture, Director, Actor (Ryan Gosling) and Screenplay.  Which leads us to...

RYAN GOSLING:  WINNER - Nominated not just for Ides, but in the Comedy/Musical Actor category for Crazy Stupid Love.  But--

CRAZY STUPID LOVE:  LOSER - Despite some of the best reviews of any comedy this year, Gosling's was its only nomination.

MONEYBALL:  WINNER:  Was in danger of being relegated to the acting and script categories, but its Picture nomination puts it back in the big-boy conversation.  (Bennett Miller's absence from the Director nominees, though, means it may not have much chance to win.)

GLENN CLOSE:  WINNER - Nearly fell out of the Best Actress race entirely for a minute there, but although she's clearly a notch below the Streep-Williams-Davis trio of favorites, at least she's back in the running.

MELISSA MCCARTHY:  LOSER - She's been the darling of critics' groups, but didn't make the cut here.  It's worth noting that 8 of the 10 Supporting Actor/Actress nominees are from Dramas rather than Comedy/Musicals, the only exceptions being Berenice Bejo from The Artist and Kenneth Branagh from My Week With Marilyn, both so clearly classy they transcend mere "comedy."

ROONEY MARA:  WINNER - The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo hasn't been much in the mix so far, but Mara gets her foot in the door for an Oscar Actress nomination.  

MADONNA/THE PAPARAZZI:  WINNERS - The Globes have never been shy about nominating celebrities so they'll show up at the awards and get some attention, and if it takes giving 2 music/song nominations to the dreadful W.E. to get Madonna to the party... so be it. 

Coming Soon:  The TV Nominees

One of the enduring questions of Madonna's illustrious quarter-century career is how someone so brilliant in managing every other facet of her persona has consistently made such terrible decisions when it comes to movies.  It's the one medium where she's never succeeded, and even when she's occasionally done something right, she instantly follows it with another foul-up:  her bright debut in Desperately Seeking Susan preceded the famously dreadful Shanghai Surprise, and her decent performance in the hugely hyped Evita led to the even more unwatchableThe Next Big Thing.  Her last lead role was in the atrocious Swept Away, and now she's moved on to directing.  Her debut Filth and Wisdom came and went with little notice, but this time she's back on a much bigger scale:  W.E., which played the Toronto Film Festival last night.

W.E. refers to the initials of Wallis Simpson and the King who abdicated his throne for her, Edward VII of England, and the movie purports some kind of mystical tie between Simpson (Andrea Riseborough, unrecognizable from her meek waitress in Brighton Rock) and Wally, the dissatisfied wife (Abbie Cornish) of a Manhattan psychiatrist (Richard Coyle) in 1999, when the Windsors' possessions were being sold at auction at Sotheby's.  To put it bluntly, the script by Madonna and Alek Keshishian (director of her concert documentary Truth or Dare) makes no sense whatsoever, and if Madonna's name weren't attached to it, it's almost inconceivable that the picture could ever have been made.  From the intense whitewashing of Edward's (James D'Arcy) historical Nazi sympathies, to Wallis Simpson being some sort of fairy godmother to Wally, to Wally's romance novel affair with a Russian security officer at Sotheby's (Oscar Isaac, who's been popping up all over the festival in impressively diverse roles)--W.E. is a stranger to logic.

W.E. is an awful movie, all right, but it's often a watchably awful one.  The picture's been described as resembling a music video, but that's not really accurate (except for one scene--I think it was Wally's hallucination but who knows--where Wallis dances to a contemporary song even though it's the 1930s, at an amphetamine-fueled party)--it's much more like one of those videos fashion magazines and design houses do these days, for posting on their websites and in stores.  Madonna knows her way around a camera move, and although the movie may have been designed instead of directed, it's been designed within a milimeter of its life:  cinematographer Hagen Bogdanski (his films include The Young Victoria), production designer Martin Childs, and costume designer Arianne Phillips seem to have been told to spare no expense and pay no attention to objective reality (the security guy's insanely swanky apartment would probably go for mid-seven figures, which should spur a rush for jobs at Sotheby's). 

Apart from its visual thrills, W.E. offers little, except for authors of future dissertations who choose to analyze Madonna's interest in the isolation and emotional pain of rich women in the public eye.  Her and Keshishian's dialogue is like a knife in the ears, and even the very talented actors on display like Cornish aren't given anyone recognizably human to play.  The movie feels like, and essentially is, the ultimate vanity production.

People complained that Sofia Coppola's Marie Antoinette was superficial, but they didn't know what superficial looked like:  W.E. makes Coppola's film feel like it was made by Robert Bresson.  This kind of high-priced, unrestrained idiocy doesn't come along many times in a lifetime, so don't resist the temptation to take a look.  And for Madonna, it's never too late to consider a segue into animation.