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THE BIJOU REVIEW: "Anonymous"



ANONYMOUS:  Watch It At Home - The Bard Was A Beard, Claims Wheezy Expose

ANONYMOUS is history tailored for the 1%.

Although screenwriter John Orloff and director Roland Emmerich have swirled it into a complicated tangle of conspiracies and scandals, the idea at the center of Anonymous is simple enough (uh, Spoiler Alert):  William Shakespeare (Rafe Spall in the movie) was an ignorant actor and full-time lout, utterly incapable of writing the plays attributed to him, which were actually the work of Edward DeVere, Earl of Oxford (Rhys Ifans). 


There are apparently many good reasons for believing this theory to be balderdash.  Among them is the fact that 2 of Shakespeare's late plays were not only first produced after DeVere had died, but were inspired by historical incidents that didn't occur until he was, as Monty Python would say, bleeding demised.  (The film doesn't help its believability by having DeVere write A Midsummer Night's Dream at the age of 9, a feat even Mozart would have found impressive.) 

But there's nothing wrong with fictional emendations of history.  I don't think any of us were aware of just what role super powers played in the Cuban Missile Crisis until this summer's X Men:  First Class.  Quentin Tarantino killed off Hitler and ended World War II prematurely in Inglourious Basterds.  Mark Zuckerberg may not be the sad misfit portrayed in The Social Network.  Shakespeare himself, for that matter, certainly wasn't above fiddling with facts in the historical plays.  And of course Shakespeare In Love invented Gwyneth Paltrow's character as not only a love interest, but the inspiration for some of his best plays.

But if you're going to screw around with history for the sake of a story, it had better be a good one.  And that Orloff and Emmerich don't have.  In fact, at least for an American audience, their tale is a snobbish swipe at the lower classes:  how could the plays of Shakespeare have been written by anyone other than a nobleman?  Only one born to power and erudition would be able to create such poetry and tell such tales.  This isn't just a false--maybe an offensive--premise, it's an unentertaining one, unless perhaps you're a member of the Trump family.. Who wants to see a movie about the triumph of superciliousness?  

Not being content with a bad central idea, Anonymous lards the story with increasingly far-fetched plots and revelations, for many of which a working knowledge of 16th Century British history would be helpful.  These culminate in one involving Queen Elizabeth (played by Joely and Vanessa Redgrave at various ages) and DeVere that has to be seen to be believed. 

Although the bones of Anonymous are brittle and creaky, no one ever said Roland Emmerich didn't know how to make a movie.  All that technical expertise that went into The Day After Tomorrow and 2012 are piled on here, and the film's production design, costumes and some bravura CG landscapes of old-time London are superb.  The actors, too, are committed.  Rhys Ifans, freed from his usual role as comedy relief, brings intelligence and suffering to the brilliant but hapless DeVere.  David Thewlis is a fine villain, and of course the Redgraves are impeccable.  It's a bit unsettling to see Derek Jacobi, a magnificent actor of Shakespeare himself, endorse the DeVere theory by more or less playing himself as the presenter of the tale, but this is why actors should mostly avoid talking about their deeply-held beliefs.  

Anonymous is a watchable display of craft, yet dramatically uninvolving and factually silly.  Somebody--but who?--once mentioned "a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."  Apart from everything else, it turns out he was the world's first film critic.


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THE SKED'S BUSTED PILOT THEATRE: "Metro"


The word was that Stephen Gaghan's pilot METRO was in serious consideration for NBC's schedule until the very end (conventional wisdom has it that the final choice came down to Metro vs. Awake, and the latter made the cut).  That's too bad:  the pilot is an impressive piece of work, one that may have been a little too smart and ambitious for its own good.

Like Gaghan's scripts for Traffic and Syriana, Metro weaves together several strands of story around a broad theme, in this case the city of Los Angeles, its politics and crime and how the two can be interchangeable.  Top-billed Jimmy Smits is the city's fictional mayor, hungry for power and more than a little lecherous, but in the pilot his role is no more prominent than those of several others.  It seems like the series would have been to some extent a police procedural, with Noah Emmerich as an alcoholic cop newly moved to LA from New York to be with his teen daughter after his ex-wife moved them both across the country, and Danny Pino as his younger, more impulsive partner whose girlfriend (Daniela Alonso) is the Mayor's beautiful (and pregnant) aide.   


The crime around which the pilot turns is the broad daylight killing of a Brentwood teen at a pool party.  The victim turns out to have been doomed by mistaken identity, and the discovery of the real target leads to one of the Mayor's most powerful and influential supporters (Miguel Sandoval), a real estate mogul with ties to the underworld.  (In a topical detail, the Mayor appoints the man to his committee evaluating LA football stadium proposals.)   It seems that the city is about to be embroiled in a gang war that traces up to the mogul and his foe, another tycoon played by Ray Wise, and that battle would no doubt have made up much of the substance of the series.

Any show that tries to analyze the political workings of a big city from the viewpoint of the cops and the justice system is asking to be compared to The Wire, which is sort of like having your wall mural compared to the Sistine Chapel.  Certainly Metro wasn't in that league.  The pilot struggles to fit its story into the scant time left in a network hour after commercials, and one really has to pay attention to keep all the characters and their relationships straight--and "has to pay attention" isn't the kind of thing that scores well with TV focus groups.

Nevertheless, this was a show with genuine promise.  Gaghan directed the pilot himself, and the show moves with breathless speed but also knows when to pause for some sharp, incisive dialogue.  (One hopes, though, that the scene virtually duplicated from The French Connection was an intentional homage.)  The cast is strong across the board, and there were plenty of plotlines that would have been interesting to follow had the series gone forward.

Metro was produced for NBC by 20th Century Fox Television, and considering the quality of the project, there must have been discussions about trying to move it elsewhere after NBC passed; it may have been too serious and complicated for some potential buyers, and not edgy enough for others.  Whatever happened, this was one of the lost opportunities of the new season.  (The potentially happy epilogue is that Gaghan, moving on as TV writers must do, has just sold a new TV project, this time to FOX--perhaps it will fare better.)


The Sked's Verdict:  Worth Another Look

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