The Giver 8/10

From the pages of author Lois Lowry’s novel and adapted for the screen by writers Micheal Mitnick and Robert B. Weide, ‘The Giver’ is a film that will have you talking about many larger than life questions long after the credits roll. Director Philip Noyce (Salt & Patriot Games) has crafted a movie that isn’t afraid to ask big questions and most importantly, deliver on a thesis.

In a seemingly perfect community, without war, pain, suffering, differences or choice, a young boy portrayed with striking innocence by Brenton Thwaites (Prince Charming in this summer’s “Maleficent”) is chosen to train with an elderly man (Jeff Bridges) for the role of “Receiver of Memories.” This figure holds the collective memories, history and experience of every generation that came before in order to provide wisdom for the future of the current community.

Too often in life we just accept and forget to ask why. Progression is stopped and learning is usually hindered. Enter ‘The Giver.’ What I love about this movie is how simple it’s premise was. It’s literally the oldest movie trope: where something is clearly broken and an underdog needs to go against the current to fix it. But it works here on so many levels. It elevates the concept of personal responsibility and glorifies the courage of taking a righteous stance. The film does a great job of making us look out our own life and analyze our surroundings. Any movie that challenges you in a capacity that evokes change is a great movie in my opinion.

It also doesn’t hurt that Jeff Bridges and Meryl Streep are hitting on all cylinders either. Even the younger, supporting actors are all really solid. The acting here is all very strong and completely seamless to combine great acting with an age old, (still fresh) classic plot.

Also it should be noted that director of photography Ross Emery’s magnificent use of color and montage elicits the most emotional response in the viewer. His slow introduction of color… pulls the plot forward as much as the action. He should be included in any praise of this film. His images are striking and beautiful in the grey and dull environment they exist in.

Loose ends are really what held back this from being a film of epic proportions. The topics that are dealt with are so big that we needed some backstory and details, unfortunately ‘The Giver’ provided little of that. The music also felt a little generic for a film with such personality. All in all, there is nothing that is horrifically bad, for me it was just a bunch of little elements that combined to spawn an incomplete feeling of the film.

In my opinion though, the biggest issue with ‘The Giver’ is that, at it’s sleek hour-and-a-half, some of its most dramatically ripe scenes play way too quickly and to convey the impact they’re having on the main character; no sooner has he witnessed an unspeakable memory of horror than it swiftly disappears, filed away in his internal archive.

Conformity and ideal conventions are generally how we go about our lives. ‘The Giver’ breathes life to the lifeless and liberates the suppressed. While ‘The Giver’ isn’t by any means a perfect film, it hits the head on intended targets so well its hard to fault it on its loose ends. Viewing ‘The Giver’ would be a great way to start learning about the value of choices, the importance of memories, and the power of love. For all the adults among us who find that cheesy, I kindly ask you to check your pulse. For the young adults who find that statement engaging, please go buy a ticket and be wide open to a challenging yet largely rewarding experience.

Film Review – Guardians of the Galaxy

Originally spawned by Marvel Comics and recreated by Writer and Director James Gunn, Guardians of the Galaxy isn’t just another Marvel movie, it packs a powerful punch in every category imaginable with an end result that is easily the best film I’ve seen this year.

After stealing a mysterious orb in the far reaches of outer space, human Peter Quill (Chris Pratt) is now the main target of a manhunt led by the villain known as Ronan the Accuser. To help fight Ronan and his team and save the galaxy from his power, Quill creates a team known as the ‘Guardians of the Galaxy’ to save the world.

I myself am hypercritical when it comes to Marvel films nowadays. Unfortunately Marvel has rested on their laurels with many recent releases, so while excited for GotG, I went in with dampened expectations. It didn’t take long for my personal thoughts to be erased and rewritten.

THE GOOD
Guardians of the Galaxy is easily Marvel’s most unique and entertaining film to date. Wrapped in 80’s pop music, I am amazed Marvel let this film be made as it stands. It’s uniqueness sets a tone throughout the film and one of it’s strongest points is its dedication to itself. GotG isn’t trying to be any “other” film and you start to admire that as quickly as your brain can realize it. This is a unique adventure with unique characters and a consistent, singular voice. All rare elements in todays big budget films.

So absent are the ponderousness and world-stabilizing dreariness of so many comic-book movies that for long stretches, Guardians plays like a parody of the genre. But in banishing self-seriousness, it harbors a reverence for the joys of fantasy and reality. Fantasy in a sense of what you’re actually seeing (space, aliens, talking raccoon comes to mind) but reality in the heart breaking understory of Chris Pratt’s mother’s death and the continual theme of redemption. You see, GotG’s ability to combine worlds is it’s real weapon. Worlds of dark and light, funny and sad, reality or fiction. They are so seamlessly wound that they are inseparably experienced. That’s what makes a fantastic, magical journey that guardians makes good on the moment it begins.

Most attempts to relive your youthful cinematic enthusiasm almost always fail miserably (just ask anyone who hitched that particular pony to the Star Wars prequels or the latest Muppet movies), but Guardians of the Galaxy really does invoke that feeling of being a wide-eyed ten-year old falling in love with movies for the first time.

THE VERDICT
The ultimate, bottom line reason this film works is simple. GotG locks us into familiar, classic movie archetypes. Pratt plays a combination of Luke Skywalker and Han Solo. Zoey Saldana plays a lethal Princess Leia. Bradley Cooper breathes life into a computer-generated raccoon to be another form of Han Solo. Both Groot and Drax serve as our Chewbaccas. All familiar, all hold a special place in movie lovers hearts but not to redundant so the experience is cheapened. To be heightened for this generation’s movie goers.

2014 has been a rough time at the movies, but Guardians of the Galaxy delivers what many of the other films have been lacking: a intensely good time with great characters, punchy dialogue, fantastic action sequences and a lot of heart and humor. There have been few must-see films of the 2014 summer season, but “Guardians of the Galaxy” is definitely one. Easily the best film I have seen all year.

Guardians of the Galaxy – 9.7/10

music box

She used to kiss my cheek and whisper “cherish each day.” The rhythms of her voice gently danced on my face. Looking back, I never quite knew what she met at such a young age. Through my years of time with her she kept a music box. Nothing fancy, just a simple wooden box. For the longest time, I never knew what she kept in there. Only sometimes I would walk past her bedroom, the door slightly cracked, and hear music. It became clear to me, whatever was in that music box meant a great deal to her. Sometimes I would walk in on her just closing the box; the music coming to a soft end. She would just look at me and gaze. Almost marveling like she never saw me before. Like I was still a newborn baby,

As I grew older I started to wonder more and more what could be in that music box. Teenage years and adolescence blinded me from seeing things from a simple angle and such the magic of the music box drifted away. Nevertheless, from day to day my mother would still have that look on her face. That “music box” look. Although things got loud and fast in my life, I still recognized her look of awe. How couldn’t I? The music box melody streaming in the background of my life like a constant love from a mother to a child.

In my 30’s life started to slow down, in unison as did my parents. They were growing older and time was slipping away. My mind starting bending back to what my mother would always tell me as a child: “cherish each day.” Something I was beginning to desire and something my parents were mastering. Age started to mature and humble me. I started spending more quiet time in my life. Reading, pondering and spending time with them. I learned quiet is good medicine for any cause or concern.

One day everything connected. The idea of the music box started making sense to me. I still didn’t know what it contained, but the idea of simple and pure enjoyment was a yearning I had gained in my older age. I approached my mother and asked if I could see the contents of the music box. To my surprise, she declined. She said softly “Sometimes, the journey is finding your own music box.” I took to her words. I understood. It would be simple for me to crack open this box. It would be a whole different thing to discover my own. “It’s something that finds you” She said, “Not something you look for.”

In my 50’s, My parents were talking slow and moving even slower. Unfortunately, time has a way of passing in a tricky yet constant manner. I spent many moments in thought pondering their lives and how I appreciated them so. The sacrifices they made, their discipline as parents and most importantly, their love for me. I started to wonder what kept them so strong, so in unison, so in immense enjoyment. Not only of each other, but of life also.

After my parents had passed, I went to their house to help box belongings. While cleaning, a twinkle from the corner of my eye sparked. Sitting peacefully, the metal from the music box shined in humbleness. Gently opening it, a paper appeared with my mom’s handwriting, underneath that paper were dozens of old photos of our family. The paper read as follows:”we’ve reached the end of our journey, son. Yours is just beginning, One picture a day is all you’ll need. Look at it, cherish it. These pictures are all you need to know what’s important in this life. When you’re having a rough day, week or year, know whats really matters. It’s in this box, thats all that matters.”

After that, I never went a day missing the opportunity to pull out a photo and just admire every inch of its contents. We need time daily to truly appreciate what is important to us. People, not things.

Whether you know it or not, all of us have a music box. It’s not about creating one, its about letting it find you. Find what’s really important to you and be true to who you are, thats the winning recipe. More significantly, work to prioritize your life in such a way that when your gone, someone, somewhere will say your life was worth living. If not for you, for them.