Being the Ricardos [Amazon Prime]

 

Following The Trial of the Chicago 7, Aaron Sorkin is back - both as a director and a writer - for another very Sorkin-esque outing. That is to say, the film was filled with snappy, witty one-liners and retorts, rhythmic dialogue that volleys back and forth, and of course great, big, actor-showcasing monologues dense with meaning, innuendos, metaphors, foreshadowing and undertone. And thankfully, he found this excellent cast who delivered all that and more! 

Nicole Kidman had never been better in a long time and her Oscar nomination is assured, with a win as a real distinct possibility. Throughout the film, Kidman was lost in Lucille Ball. There was no outright mimicry here, just an assured and nuanced performance that imbued her version of Lucille Ball with an empathetic humanity, depth and complexity. She could be scathing, funny, loving, tender, strong, vulnerable, weak all in the same scene, and she had no problems rolling out Sorkin's lines with the cadence and bite it deserved. 

Same goes for Jarvier Bardem. He was giving a full-bodied, dedicated performance as Desi Arnaz and his charisma just oozed out of the screen, Further, his chemistry with Kidman was palpable and believable, and their repertoire was at times exciting and titillating, and sometimes heartbreakingly devastating. His command of the screen was no less than that of Kidman' and his exhilarating musical performance(s) may lead him to repeat his SAG Best Actor nomination come Oscar time.

Also, kudos to the rest of the cast who were brilliantly supportive in their roles to elevate Kidman and Bardem: J.K. Simmons, Nina Arianda, Tony Hale, Alia Shawkat and Jake Lacy. 

The film itself was decidedly less stellar than the cast and Sorkin as a director still has space to grow. The narrative framing device used to tell the story was interesting but repetitive, still segmenting the story into episodic-like moments and stalling narrative momentum. Further, the film's actual storytelling was also a bit too matter-of-fact, almost like a dramatised fictional docu (if there is such a thing). David Fincher and Sorkin were a great pairing!

But, luckily, as like in Chicago 7, Sorkin was supported by a great technical crew. Cinematographer, Jeff Cronenweth, lensed the film in a warm, familiar glow of domestic bliss punctured by bright glares of the outside world; and Daniel Pemberton's score was reminiscent of the 50s but yet still modern and befitting of the film.

Being the Ricardos will definitely be in the Oscar conversation with Sorkin and Kidman both having a high chance of nabbing their respective trophies for Best Original Screenplay and Best Actress. Then again, Sorkin might have to vie with Paul Thomas Anderson for Licorice Pizza, and Olivia Colman for The Lost Daughter. 

The Lost Daughter [Netflix]

A captivating and confident directorial debut from Maggie Gyllenhaal that avoided many of the trappings and tropes typical of first-time directors (there were still some, especially the opening and closing sequences and the flashbacks). Coupled with the fact that Gyllenhaal adapted the screenplay too, this resulted in a film that knew what it was and what story it wanted to tell, and this was no mean feat, given that the protagonist - as played so mesmerisingly by Olivia Colman - was such a complex and complicated character that could have easily been unlikeable. 

By no means, was this an easy film to watch, especially if you have children or are a (new) parent, or just highly empathetic, but Gyllenhaal, Colman and Jessie Buckley have crafted a story that confronted the taboo subjects of motherhood (parenthood) and the associated loss of self, weight of responsibility, parental role and societal expectations. 

This was a film that definitely needed a female director and screenwriter, and Gyllenhaal absolutely rose to the occasion. The female glance (lensed by Helene Louvart) held no sexuality or objectification, despite the setting being at Greek beach resort. Instead, we had an empathetic, almost intimately sensual view of the female body and femininity. Gyllenhaal would definitely get an Oscar nomination for Best Adapted Screenplay but will be a longshot for a Director nod. 

Of course, the film would also not have succeeded as well as it did without the tremendous performance of its lead actress, Colman. Again, Colman was stunning, but this time round it was a quieter powerhouse performance - more akin to her Queen Elizabeth than her Queen Anne that nabbed her an Oscar. Her emotions - and her tears - just come on so naturally. She had an ease about her character that seemed so natural but yet undeniably skilled and nuanced. It was impossible not to be drawn in to her character - this complex, complicated woman that had so much feelings but yet still vulnerable and amazingly strong. Her Oscar nomination this year is assured and there could be a chance she may repeat her win.

Of the two supporting actresses, Buckley is more likely than Dakota Johnson to possibly get an Oscar nomination. Buckley - as always - was highly engaging and like Colman, gave a full bodied performance that demanded attention and empathy (maybe even sympathy). Johnson, on the other hand, was less convincing in her role as compared to the other two ladies. She seemed to only imbued her character with a singular dimension even though, on paper, the character seemed to have more depth. 

The Lost Daughter was a fantastic directorial debut by Gyllenhaal that portends to possibly greater things to come. All parents, and parents-to-be, should definitely have a watch. It is on Netflix, so no excuse.

Scream

The Scream franchise never fails to entertain and this latest "re-quel" was no exception. It was funny on so many levels - meta-commentary on horror films and franchise itself, and just plain ridiculousness of the concept and situations that the characters get into. At its core, Scream was - as it should be - a horror/slasher whundunnit with a healthy dose of self-awareness and self-depreciation, with some light drama and lots of black comedy. 

However, where this film failed, as compared to the first film - and to a lesser extent, the original trilogy - was that the main cast all lacked charisma and screen chemistry. Individually, some of them gave decent performances, e.g. Jenna Ortega, Jasmin Savoy-Brown and Jack Quaid. But none of them hold a candle to "legacy" trio of Neve Campbell, Courteney Cox and David Arquette. Maybe, this "re-quel" should just have been a sequel and focused more on Sidney Prescott.

Directed and written by four people (!), they really did try their hardest to update the franchise and subvert the genre and expectations, but coming after Spider-Man: No Way Home and The Matrix Resurrections, the meta-commentary and fan-servicing was not fresh or interesting anymore. The overdone fake-outs did not help - cute in the beginning but eye-rolling towards the end.

Nonetheless, the film-makers were at least self-aware enough to not take themselves or the film too seriously. This was no "elevated horror" and they just leaned into the slasher-whodunnit thriller-comedy of it all. And that resulted in just plain, good, goody, brainless, popcorn fun.

However, I do not think there is enough in this instalment to justify a new trilogy or even a sequel. Perhaps it is time to lay this to rest or just reboot/reset the whole franchise, with a whole new mythology and a better cast. And now, maybe it is time to give the first four films a rewatch.