Spy

I’ve been slow to climb aboard the Melissa McCarthy bandwagon.  Her performance in Bridesmaids reminded me of Chris Farley, who made a string a successful movies built around fat jokes.  Sadly, Farley was consumed with self-loathing, and the drugs to which he turned eventually killed him.  Thus, it felt cruel to go to the movies just to laugh at the fat lady.  Cruelty is not my idea of a good time.

And yet, there I was: stuck in Coach on a long flight, having already seen most of the pictures the in-flight entertainment system had to offer.  I remembered that Spy garnered good reviews, so I decided to give it a (skeptical) shot.

I laughed all the way through Spy, from the first silly gag involving bats in the CIA Comm Center through the silly gags involving various sequel ideas that played through the closing credits.  Spy is not 90 minutes of laughing at the fat lady.  It’s 90 minutes of laughing with the clever, capable woman who just happens to be a little larger than normal.  Oh, and lots of laughing at Jason Statham.  Jason Statham.  Who knew?

Here’s the setup: McCarthy is a “back room” CIA agent along the lines of Mission: Impossible’s Simon Pegg.  Like Pegg, she winds up doing field work even though nobody (including her) thinks she’s up to the task.  Like Pegg, she turns out to be awesome.

Spy, of course, plays this setup entirely for laughs.  To do so, it recruits a murderer’s row of some of the finest supporting talent working in movies today, from Jude Law to Rose Byrne to Bobby Cannavale to Morena Baccarin to Peter Sarafinowicz to Allison Janney.  And this isn’t the kind of movie in which various big name supporting actors just turn up to cash a paycheck: each of them endows his or her character with enough personality, enough life, to make every moment pop.  Even the Big Bad, while dangerous enough to present a credible threat within the context of the film, exhibits just enough silliness to put a smile on our face.

I loved this movie.  Spy is raunchy and goofy and laugh-out-loud funny from beginning to end, and it’s all that not only without demeaning its star, but with making her absolutely awesome.  Writer/Director Paul Feig nails it, and I’m now firmly aboard the Melissa McCarthy bandwagon.  I can’t wait to see what the two of them do with Ghostbusters.

Music Double Feature

CBGB

CBGB tells the true(ish) story of Hilly Kristal, the owner of New York nightclub CBGB.  

CBGB, of course, was the epicenter of the Punk Rock movement and a launching pad for acts such as The Ramones, Blondie, The Talking Heads, and The Police.

Alan Rickman (CDNW) plays Krystal, a man with no business sense but a great ear for music.  Rickman’s just wonderful: slovenly, disorganized, kind of a jerk, but totally good-hearted; it’s difficult to see that man in this role and imagine him as anything else.

As for the story, well, I imagine that your response to this movie will depend on your affinity for the subject matter.  If you care about the history of alternative music in general (and punk rock in particular), this movie is for you.  If not, well, it’s a peek into a subculture that wasn’t your thing to begin with.  As for me, the soundtrack alone made it a great film to have on in the background while sorting through paperwork, even though it doubled the time required for my project because I kept putting it down to focus on whatever Rickman was up to next.  As such, I enjoyed CBGB.  I think I’ll buy the soundtrack.

Get on Up

Get on Up is a reasonably straightforward biopic, enlivened by an exceptional performance from 42’s Chadwick Bozeman.

This film, a James Brown biography, skips around the artist’s life to show us, warts and all, what this man was about.  A canny businessman, a relentless self-promoter, an artistic genius, a wife beater, a tax cheat, and an all-around SOB, Brown alienated pretty much everyone on his way to the top, and he kept on alienating them once he got there.

But man, that artistic genius part.  That’s really something. 

Chadwick Bozeman captures all of it, with a lightning-in-a-bottle performance that spans a hardscrabble youth, electrifying performing career, and drug-addled old age.  From the speaking voice to the dance moves to the odd, almost palsied shuffle, the actor has James Brown right on down.  The film is worth seeing for him alone.

As an aside, the film captured the imagination of my 15-yr-old, who’s on something of a ‘60s music and history kick.  I see some James Brown CDs infiltrating his regular Doors/Stones/Hendrix rotation in the very near future.

Crimson Peak

Crimson Peak is marvelous, if you like that sort of thing.

That is, if you like haunted mansions.

If you like downright evil, hiss-able villains.

If you like tortured villains.

If you like virtuous, brave heroines.

If you like virtuous, brave heroes.

If you like sumptuous costuming and set design.

If you like Wuthering Heights in particular, and Brontë novels in general.

If you like House of Usher in particular, and Vincent Price movies in general.

If you like Mia Wasikowska, and Jim Beaver, and Jessica Chastain, and Tom Hiddleston, and Charlie Dunham.

If you like slow-burn horror.

If you like jump scares.

If you like movies.

If you like that sort of thing, Crimson Peak is marvelous.