Showing posts with label James Franco. Show all posts
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Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Cinema 2011 #77: Rise of the Planet of the Apes


While Tim Burton’s 2001 reimagining of the simian sci-fi saga Planet of the Apes managed to greatly revamp the make-up and prosthetics work that had won the original 1968 film an honorary Oscar, in many ways the Mark Wahlberg starrer lacked the searingly bleak intelligence and dark heart of its Charlton Heston ancestor. In short, while the primates looked and sounded prime, Burton’s baboons just weren’t damned dirty enough to appeal to fans old and new. With Rise of the Planet of the Apes, itself something of a spiritual reimagining of 1972’s Conquest of the etc., director Rupert Wyatt offers audiences a long awaited prequel to the Heston Planet, telling the story of one genetically altered chimpanzee named Caesar, who like his namesake, rises to power to create a new world order.

In a near future San Francisco laboratory, scientist Will Rodman (James Franco), is struggling to concoct a viral cure for Alzheimer’s disease, of which his father, John Lithgow, is a patient. Will’s ALZ 112 formula seems to be the Holy Grail for banjaxed brains, but an unfortunately timed bout of monkey business results in corporate suit Jacobs (David Oyelowo) shutting down the project and pulling the plug on the test chimps. Rodman chances upon an infant primate, a brilliant mo-cap performance by mo-cap maestro (King Kong, Gollum) Andy Serkis, and adopts the little scamp, taking him in to share his home with his worsening father.

A number of years later and Caesar has developed far beyond the intellectual capabilities of either his species or human children of the same age. Able to communicate by sign language with his de facto family (suck it, Chomsky), Caesar offers Will the chance to rebuild his scientific career as well as save his father from the degenerative effects of the disease claiming his life. Together with veterinarian Freida Pinto, Caesar lives a carefree life, solving puzzles and leaping lithely from every nook and cranny of his attic, with a knowing sparkle in his CGI eyes.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Cinema 2011 #38: Your Highness


Comedy is hard. There’s no denying it, really. What one person finds funny another finds banal. Or excruciating. Or boring. It’s easy to be dramatic, to scare and to thrill. But raising a chuckle, well easier said than done. 2011 hasn’t been a year of belly laughs, and while we’re only a third through this season’s cinematic selection, the likes of Love & Other Drugs and Gulliver’s Travels have been seriously lacking in lols, while the pedigree heritage of Paul failed to make it best-in-show. If anything, the computer-animated movie is fast becoming the de facto funny, but has yet to cater to a specifically adult audience. To that end comes Your Highness, the latest offering from the creative team behind such bawdy blockbusters as Pineapple Express and Superbad, and has its sights set on lampooning the 80s fantasy movie. With drugs. And boobies. And paedophiles. And I wanted it to be so much better.

This time round, the story revolves around prodigal prince Thaddeus, played by Danny McBride. He’s the younger brother to the far superior Fabious, which is a rather fitting name for James Franco, the (and I’m quoting directly the back-page blurb of his recent collection of short stories, Palo Alto) modern-day Renaissance Man. Anyway, Fabious bags a babe (a very fun Zooey Deschanel), but she’s kidnapped by villainous Leezar, and the two brothers embark upon a quest for Fabious to find his one true love, and for Thaddeus to find himself. Natalie Portman shows up as a Xena-esque warrior maiden, there are McGuffins to find and baddies to best. And lots of puns and innuendo to boot.