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Titanic 3D: A Chance to Relive ‘97
Titanic was momentous and its effect on pop culture was probably bigger than its effect on cinema. There hasn’t been a film since Titanic that has managed to create such a fuss; attracting everybody and their grandmother to the cinema, and dominating everybody’s conversations regardless of age or ethnicity. Even the Harry Potter series, arguably the biggest films of this millennium, have a fan base that maxes out at a certain age. Besides, the Titanic onslaught was also aural; Celine Dion’s theme song was inescapable and remained that way for a few years after. It’s actually a wonder that something so fantastically irritating was so popular, but luckily it seems we’re being spared the musical assault this time around.
In hindsight, Titanic is pretty cheesy. Actually scratch pretty, it’s super cheesy. The dialogue is basically clunker after clunker; one of them in particular: “A woman’s heart is a deep ocean of secrets,” sounds like something out of a bad dating manual. The younger Rose contends with her share of duds where Kate Winslet seems very ill at ease while she delivers them. In fact, she only loosens up somewhat when she starts to fall in love with Jack; it’s the romance that enchanted viewers the first time around that has kept the film culturally relevant and generated it so much goodwill. It’s the epitome of a love story. You have two very attractive leads acting out a forbidden love story between a girl stifled by upper class norms, and a free spirited artist from the wrong side of the tracks. Toss in her stubborn, arrogant fiancé, who she’s being pressured into marrying to save her family from financial ruin, and you have just the right elements of a great forbidden love. The Titanic going down is just window dressing and the only reason we care about the accident is because of its effect on Jack and Rose’s relationship. As a viewer, you spend the length of the film rooting for them to end up together; the iceberg is just one more obstacle keeping them apart. And yes, the part where Rose lets Jack go at the end is still as tear inducing as ever.
It’s interesting to see Leonardo DiCaprio at his teen heartthrob peak. It’s easy to forget now but back in the ‘90s DiCaprio was inescapable; he was to the ‘90s what Zac Efron and Taylor Lautner are to this decade.
The 3D effect adds considerable depth to the picture but like most reissues, the real draw here is seeing the film in the cinema; the 3D doesn’t add enough to warrant another viewing if you’re just lukewarm about the film, or if you’ve already seen it a trillion times on TV. The true experience here is reliving 1997 all over again; in other words, feeling nostalgia. Whether it’s for the days when ‘blockbuster’ wasn’t just a code name for a superhero flick; for when film events weren’t a dime a dozen and managed to capture the general public’s attention for extended periods of time; or for when one film would come along and give everybody something in common to be excited about.
Based on the memoirs of a real-life U.S Navy SEAL, American Sniper is a vivid and intense story of a sniper who became renowned for the one-hundred and sixty confirmed kills obtained during his four tours in Iraq.
The story is centred on the Texan born and bred patriot, Chris Kyle (Cooper); a rodeo-loving, farm-boy who has been raised with a firm belief in moral justice. After watching the harrowing events of the bombings of the U.S embassies in Eastern Africa, Chris decides to join the Navy SEALS, as a way of offering his support and undying service to the country that he loves.
Shortly after, he meets Taya (Miller); a girl who has vowed never to date a marine but goes ahead and does just that. It’s not long before they decide to marry and raise a family; however, after yet another attack on America – and this time on its own soil on September 11, 2001 –Chris is deployed to serve his country in Iraq.
It is there that he earns the title of ‘The Legend’ – thanks to his sharp eye and incredible precision – soon becoming one of the most proficient snipers in U.S military history. However, his so-called ‘talent’ soon brings the unwanted attention of an equally relentless Iraqi sniper, while life at home begins to show signs of strain.
Attempting to portray the emotional turmoil of war and the internal psychological struggles that follow, American Sniper, unfortunately, chooses to illustrate, and perhaps even celebrate, war as spectacle, completely diverting the film from a character-driven drama and turning it into just another full-blown and relentless war-thriller.
Having been criticised by many for its perceived rhetoric as over-patriotic, pseudo-propaganda, Eastwood – who stepped in to direct after Spielberg withdrew – does manage to infuse just enough tension and grit into the proceedings, but the fact that the script takes many creative liberties with the actual story only further serves to undermine the film.
Equipped with a southern-twang and forty pounds of muscle, Cooper embraces his role with a great amount of seriousness and commitment. The action is executed well and there is enough of it to keep trigger-happy audience satisfied, but its heavy-hand and surprisingly cheesy and overly dramatic set-ups – not to mention laughable props – tell a different story; one that mght well leave you feeling bowled over and bemused.
There’s quirky and then there is the outright ridiculous. Unfortunately, it’s the latter that best fits Johnny Depp’s Mortdecai performance.
Based on Kyril Bonfiglioli's 1973 book anthology, Don’t Point that Finger at Me, the film follows the eccentric and the unconventional life of swindling British art dealer, Lord Charlie Mortdecai (Depp), who seems to have fallen into a financial rut. His lavish family estate – which he shares with his wife, Joanna (Paltrow) – is now in danger of being taken away from him and his long list of clients have caught onto his deceitful ways.
To make things even worse, Charlie soon finds himself at odds with Joanna, who is refusing to speak to him until he gets rid of the ridiculous handlebar moustache.
It’s not until Inspector Martland (McGregor) – Charlie’s old college roommate – shows up asking for help with a murder case that’s linked to the theft of a lost Goya painting that things begin to look up. Hoping that the finder’s fee will help him, Charlie – with the assistance of his loyal manservant, Jock Strapp (Bettany) – soon finds himself trotting around the globe looking for a painting that is not only valuable, but one that may lead them to a hidden treasure of gold.
Adapted to the screen by Eric Aronson, Mortdecai’s story is overly complex and disjointed to the point of complete and utter breakdown. The pace is relatively brisk and the gags – mainly involving Charlie’s moustache – are aplenty; however, the jokes are forced and never really hit their mark, leaving the whole development of the plot a little exhausting.
Depp – someone who has grown accustomed to odd-ball roles such as this – seems to be happy to step into the part of the eccentric British aristocrat, however, his usual charm and irresistible unconventionality seem to be a little on the off-side. Lacking originality and character, Depp is a babbling mess while Paltrow, McGregor and Bettany, were all a little lost in their respective roles.
Succumbing to a series of cheap gags and an ongoing barrage of humourless quips, Mortdecai – probably best described as Austin Powers meets James Bond – feels like a missed opportunity considering its accomplished and talented cast.