I had just come out of a screening of La La Land (full review coming January 2) when I got the news that
Carrie Fisher had passed away at the age of 60. It was like a kick in the guts,
which unclenched when I realized it was the headline we’d been dreading for
days after reading she had taken ill.
There was never any doubt in my mind that we’d see her at
press junkets and red carpet events for the as-yet-untitled Episode VIII, laughing about what had
happened with some wry morsel of self-deprecation and bracing honesty.
Moreover, she’d be back because we needed her to be, because Star Wars seems unfathomable without our
Princess Leia; lest we forget, she’s on screen a full twenty minutes before the
ostensible hero Luke Skywalker. And honestly, after seeing the heist of the
Death Star plans in Rogue One, it’s a
little impossible to watch the original Star
Wars without thinking of Leia as the heir to Jyn Erso’s mantle; who’s the
real “new hope” here, the whiny farmboy whose chores stand in the way of his
power couplings, or the regal politician turned rebel icon who stares down
Darth Vader and lies to his face without breaking a sweat?
In a way, La La Land
was a fitting bracer for the latest bit of bad news to come out of 2016. It’s a
film that’s very concerned with memory, particularly visual/cinematic memory, and
the ways that our filmic minds may be more powerful than reality, more
romantically potent, even above and against the objective truth of reality. For
most of us, all we have left of Carrie Fisher are her images, and as much of a
force (no pun intended) as she was in Hollywood, I suspect that for very many
of us she’ll always be Princess – or General – Leia. We might remember her as
the M16-toting fiancé of Jake Blues in The
Blues Brothers, the flower-child group therapist from Austin Powers, or as her own larger-than-life self as seen in Wishful Drinking.
However, even Carrie Fisher embraced the role that some said
typecast her for life. “I got to be the only girl in an all-boy fantasy, and
it’s a great role for women,” she told CBC in September. "She’s a very proactive
character and gets the job done. So if you’re going to get typecast as
something, that might as well be it for me.” To that end, with our filmic
memories waxing nostalgic, we present five definitive Princess Leia moments.
You might be expecting a Top 10 (and perhaps someday you’ll see it), but for
now the occasion demands something special, a little bit unique. So put on the
John Williams score and let’s remember the Princess as best we know how.
1. “Only you could be
so bold.”
I mentioned this moment at the top because it’s a hell of an
introduction to Leia, and it tells us everything we need to know about the
character. She’s fiercely loyal to her people (both those of Alderaan and those
of the Rebel Alliance), and she’s far from cowed by the looming presence of
Darth Vader, the scariest force of evil in the galaxy. But Leia, coded as
vulnerable by her height and her all-white gown, refuses to bow; instead, she
rips off one-liners of her own, later jeering at Grand Moff Tarkin’s “foul
stench,” and she refuses to break, even under literal torture.
2. “This is some
rescue!”
The second act of Star
Wars revolves around the effort to rescue Leia from the bowels of the Death
Star, but it’s a beautiful treat that the rescue mission completely falls apart
until Leia takes charge. Luke, Han, and Chewbacca storm the prison block, but
it all goes awry, to which Leia’s reaction is the sly and often-quoted “Aren’t
you a little short for a stormtrooper?”
She’s facing execution – Tarkin has said as much – but she refuses to be so
much as impressed. Then, as the prison break collapses into a firefight, it’s
Leia who rescues the rescue, sending them into the garbage chute and toward the
Millennium Falcon.
3. “I love you.” “I
know.”
Leia spends much of The
Empire Strikes Back on the run, but she’s always in control of the
situation. She rightly assesses the moment to evacuate, she senses something is
wrong about the asteroid “cave” in which they land, and she detects Lando’s
misdeeds before Han has reason to doubt his old friend. But the one thing Leia
misses is her own emotional range; throughout the movie, she’s telling Han Solo
one thing while the audience realizes something else altogether – these two crazy
kids are in love. Finally, just before it’s too late, she opens up, and while
Han gets the iconic rebuttal, Leia flips the script in Return of the Jedi. This time, she’s caught up. She knows.
4. Huttslayer.
I suspect a generation or two of Star Wars fans remember this moment for a different reason
altogether. Carrie Fisher probably sent scores of moviegoers into puberty by
donning the metal bikini, but a princess has to have an extensive wardrobe,
right? What’s fascinating to me here is that it’s another way Leia flips the
script. She steadfastly refuses to be a damsel in distress – recall that it’s
all part of the plan – and her looks of disgust and occasional boredom prevent
her from serving as eye candy. As ever, Carrie Fisher had the perfect response
to the outfit: “Tell them that a giant slug captured me and forced me to wear
that stupid outfit, and then I killed him because I didn’t like it. And then I
took it off. Backstage.” The Expanded Universe materials have made much of
Leia’s reputation as “the Huttslayer” – apparently, it’s a big deal to strangle
a reptilian crime slug with the leash with which he would subjugate you. Now
that’s a royally badass moment.
5. “Same jacket.”
The original script for The
Force Awakens called for us to see General Leia fairly early on and
throughout the first act of the film. Wisely, though, J.J. Abrams kept her in
reserve until we can see her through Han’s eyes for the first time. And boy,
does it pack a wallop when she arrives; it’s a moment that always leaves me a
little misty-eyed, but as ever Leia deflates the moment by skeptically
remarking of Han’s attire, “Same jacket.” Thirty years may have passed, but
she’s still the same Leia we left in 1983. The fact that she’s been promoted to
general tells us only that the rest of the galaxy has finally caught up with
her.
For now, she’s one with the Force, and the Force is with us.
We’ll see her again in Episode VIII
next December, and the Expanded Universe guarantees Princess Leia will never be
too far away; she’s already appeared on Rebels,
and she’s the star of the monthly Marvel comic Star Wars (to say nothing of her own miniseries, penned by Mark
Waid). What’s your favorite Princess Leia moment? Sound off below.
When I saw the trailer for Fences, I immediately thought three things – “I’ve got to read that
play,” “I’ve got to see that movie,” and “Denzel ought to win an Oscar just for
the trailer alone.” Now that I’ve seen Fences
in its entirety, all three were – if I may say so – sage proclamations: August
Wilson reminds us why he’s a compelling playwright, the film is worth the price of admission, and
it’s going to be a tight race this year as Denzel Washington gives Andrew Garfield a run for his money.
Pulling directorial and performing duty, Denzel Washington
stars as Troy Maxson, a Pittsburgh trash collector who missed his shot as a
professional baseball player and who fills his Friday afternoons with gab, both
self-effacing and self-aware. From the kitchen window overlooking their
backyard, Troy’s wife Rose (Viola Davis) watches her larger-than-life husband
and tries to make room for herself in the life they have built together.
I have a very short list of actors and directors who are
guaranteed winners, always worth the price of admission even if the rest of the
film isn’t very good. But Fencesis
very good, and it’s due almost universally to the powerful lead performances
from Washington and Davis. I wouldn’t be surprised or disappointed to see both
up for their fair share of awards come Oscar season, and if they take home the
trophies, so much the better. It comes as no surprise that Denzel Washington is
the very picture of commanding; he’s one of a select few actors who can swing
the pendulum from exuberantly gregarious to crushingly emotional without
feeling anything but natural, and Troy Maxson is a perfect vehicle for Denzel
to show us what he can do. Prone to long monologues, Troy is the consummate
stage lead, and a less capable performer could have easily mishandled the
complexities with which his character forces us to wrestle. Instead, Denzel is
a master craftsman, and his discreet directorial style reminds one of a filmed
stage play.
On the subject of the filmed stage play, this is Denzel’s
third directorial outing (following Antwone
Fisher and The Great Debaters),
and here’s the thing – it’s not all that cinematic. If you’re looking for a
Denzel movie with visual flair, you might be better suited to something like John Q or American Gangster. It’s a slightly unusual moviegoing experience,
watching something that feels very much like a Broadway drama on film, though
it’s not unprecedented. For example, I’m a huge fan of the twin productions of Hamlet starring David Tennant and
Benedict Cumberbatch, which currently only exist for a wide audience in a
filmed-stage-play edition. For an audience primed for that – and for an
audience who can’t go see the real thing in person (Denzel’s Fences was staged in 2010, while the Hamlets were overseas), it’s the next
best thing. And if the only casualty of a filmed Denzel stage play is that it’s
a little uncinematic, it’s a sacrifice I’m content to make, because the
performances and the characters are so large and powerful that it escapes
notice after a few minutes.
About halfway through the film, Rose tells Troy, “I’ve been
standing here with you!” reminding him – and us – that this is her life, too,
and in the same way Davis pivots the screen’s attention to her. In a film where
Denzel Washington is playing such an unreserved character like Troy Maxson, it
might be easy to fade into the backdrop, but Davis holds her own and gives a
formidable performance, exuding emotion with a fierce glance of the eye or a
despairing runny nose. So much of her performance is predicated on silences and
pauses, and Davis (who was, in a word, definitive earlier this year in Suicide Squad) very nearly steals the
show as the film pivots into its second half with a game-changing revelation
about their marriage.
Theatrical in the stage sense of the word, Fences is nevertheless a must-see as
2016 wraps itself up and bends again toward award season. Featuring two lead
performances from thespians at the pinnacle of their craft, and with an
unexpected range of emotions on display, Fences
is a tour de force that does every bit of justice imaginable to the August
Wilson playtext.
Fences is rated
PG-13 for “thematic elements, language and some suggestive references.”
Directed by Denzel Washington. Screenplay by August Wilson from his stage play.
Starring Denzel Washington, Viola Davis, Stephen Henderson, Jovan Adepo,
Russell Hornsby, Mykelti Williamson, and Saniyya Sidney.
That’s going to bring a close to 2016, folks. Over the past twelve months, The Cinema King has brought you 40 movie reviews (with eight installments
of “Monday at the Movies,” a series that began in 2012), seven Top 10 lists, one
Grand Marvel Rewatch (with a baker's dozen installments), and one Personal Canon (consisting
of 65 essential films). What does the future hold? 2017 will see the same great
content coming your way, as well as a number of exciting new features. Starting
in 2017, you’ll see one of the greatest television shows of all time recapped
and reviewed, episode by episode, week by week. You’ll also see the debut of “Ten
at a Time,” a series which treads methodically through particularly dense films
ten minutes at a time; at that rate, the first such feature should take about
four months to get through. You’ll see a number of other surprises coming your
way, but we don’t want to pull back the curtain all at once... If you haven’t
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It’s Disney’s galaxy, folks; we just live in it. But as I’ve
said over and over, now is the best time to be alive. We’ve got comic book
superheroes on film and television, engaging as ever, and we’ve got a new Star Wars film coming out every year.
And if they continue to be as good as Rogue
One is, that’s reason enough to hold onto the planet for another rotation
around the sun.
As the Empire nears completion of its mammoth Death Star
weapon just before the events of the original Star Wars film, a band of Rebels led by Cassian Andor (Diego Luna)
and his droid co-pilot K-2SO (voiced by Alan Tudyk) seeks out Jyn Erso
(Felicity Jones), the daughter of the weapon’s chief engineer. While the Death
Star’s military director Orson Krennic (Ben Mendelsohn) grapples for power by
proving the strength of his facility, Jyn bristles at the notion of joining the
Rebellion but finds herself drawn into the struggle as she searches for her
father.
If you’ve been around this long, you know I’m something of a
shill when it comes to the genres I love. It’s not that these movies can do no
wrong – I took Suicide Squad to task
for biting off more than it could chew and for being “more than a little
strangely crafted” – but maybe I’m a little more forgiving just because these
are “my” genres, movies that feel made for me. But Rogue One is, I think, a great Star
Wars movie that does everything a Star
Wars movie ought to do. Since buying Lucasfilm lock, stock, and
Greedo-shot-first barrel, Disney has been quite enamored of the Original Trilogy
era, setting its television shows, comic books, novels, and now spin-off films
in that period. But they’ve been equally keen on butting up against our sense
of what Star Wars can be – that is,
led by someone who isn’t a whiny blond dude, with next-to-no lightsaber combat.
Rogue One is both
of those things, and more, depicting the run-up to A New Hope in a way that will forever color the way we look at the
original film (answering in the process a question fans have had for about
forty years in the process). But it does so in a way that deepens our
understanding of the Star Wars mythos
– at least, the post-Disney purge canon. Rogue
One unites disparate elements from the Prequels, the Original Trilogy, Clone Wars and Rebels, from tie-in books like James Luceno’s Catalyst to what I’m pretty sure are a few weapons from the Lego Star Wars video games. We even,
finally, get references to the mysterious Whills, referenced in early drafts of
the screenplay and novelization to Star
Wars. All of this, thankfully, is never beholden to an audience’s
preexisting knowledge, serving instead like bonus frequencies on the
electromagnetic spectrum for those of us who have eyes trained to see them.
Because at its core, Rogue
One is a film about a girl, her father, and the galaxy that finds itself
depending quite unexpectedly on them. If you always thought the galaxy revolved
around the Skywalkers, Rogue One asks
you to look again; there’s only one Skywalker here, but as I predicted last week he’s treated like an ominous specter at the periphery of this story, the
armor-plated embodiment of fury waiting for an excuse to unleash his hate. By
and large, though, Rogue One is more
interested in its scrappy band of Rebels, new characters all, some of whom are
bound to become new fan favorites. K-2SO’s deadpan cynicism recalls a kind of
killer Baymax, while the warrior duo of Chirrut Îmwe (Donnie Yen, my personal
fave) and Baze Malbus (Jiang Wen) shed light on the Force from the vantage
point of someone who isn’t a Jedi.
Amid all the fresh new characters who I’d gladly follow into
spin-offs of their own, though, Rogue One
is thoroughly Felicity Jones’s show. Although some have drawn superficial lines
between Jyn Erso and Daisy Ridley’s Rey, Jones does a fabulous job
differentiating her character from the one found in The Force Awakens. There’s an unexpected emotional depth to Jyn, which
Jones lets us see Jyn has repressed for so very long. She lets it burble over
every so often, to great effect, and we never have a hard time believing that
the tough persona she puts on in front of the other Rebels is just a defensive
mechanism.
On the subject of the film’s villains, I will say that my
first impression of Orson Krennic is that he’s a little undercooked. I have the
disadvantage of having read the prequel novel before the film, so I know him a
little better than most filmgoers, but his motivations and rank in the Empire
might have been made clearer. Mendelsohn does a good job turning Krennic into a
snarling power-hungry Imperial middleman, but as it is, Krennic takes a
backseat to the Empire at large. Here the Empire is a giant and well-oiled
machine, whose hold over the galaxy is more intimidating than any one figure
could be. Then again, how daunting can an Imperial be in a film with Darth
Vader? As the trailers have hinted, Krennic has a very memorable scene with
Vader which puts Krennic in perspective relative to the Imperial machine he
serves. Still, there’s a more personal story to be told, considering Krennic’s
long history with the Erso family.
It wouldn’t be a Cinema King review without a wild
comparison or two, and so I offer that Rogue
One is very much akin to Captain America: The First Avenger. We knew where both films would end up – Darth
Vader tells us as much in Star Wars,
while we knew Cap was going to end up on ice, only to be thawed out in time for
The Avengers. But just because the
ending is a foregone conclusion, an accidental spoiler forty years in the
making, that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun along the way, in a movie that
feels more heartfelt than you might expect, given that at least a few of our
heroes might have a tragic fate bearing down on them. There’s room for a few
surprises along the way, but more importantly Rogue One clicks up with Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice in its personification of the quintessentially
human emotion of hope. Both films, even as things look quite grim, find room
for optimism, for persistence in the face of adversity because “men are still
good” and “rebellions are built on hope.” It’s always darkest before the dawn,
we recall from an earlier Batman film, but the dawn – or in this case, the new
hope – is coming.
And for moviegoers, it isn’t all that essential to hope that
the Star Wars franchise continues to
thrive under the gloved thumb of the Mouse. Mickey’s two-for-two. The Force is
truly with us.
Rogue One: A Star Wars
Story is rated PG-13 for extended sequences of sci-fi violence and action.
Directed by Gareth Edwards. Written by Chris Weitz & Tony Gilroy and John
Knoll & Gary Whitta. Starring Felicity Jones, Diego Luna, Ben Mendelsohn,
Alan Tudyk, Donnie Yen, Wen Jiang, Forest Whitaker, Riz Ahmed, Mads Mikkelsen,
and James Earl Jones.
2016 has been a pretty good year so far for us moviegoers,
and it’s about to go out with a bang. We still have a few flicks that yours
truly is looking forward to seeing: Martin Scorsese’s long-awaited Silence, classic Hollywood romance La La Land, Passengers, Assassins Creed,
and Denzel Washington’s adaptation of Fences.
But Disney has seen to it that we won’t get to the end of
the calendar year without talking about Star
Wars. This Friday sees the release of Rogue
One: A Star Wars Story, a mid-pre-sequel situated some time after Revenge of the Sith but just before A New Hope, in which the construction of
the Death Star nears completion as a band of Rebels seek to steal the plans and
look for a vulnerability.
Episode VIII, it’s
not, but as much as I’m dying to return to that hilltop to see what Rey and
Luke will say to each other, there’s plenty about which to be excited for Rogue One. And so, in the tradition of
last year’s post to a similar point, here’s my “Top 10 Things I’m Looking
Forward to in Rogue One.”
10. Politics in a
galaxy far, far away. As much as we’re all wearied by the proceedings of
Election 2016 and any number of high-stakes electoral proceedings this year,
Lucasfilm’s Creative Executive Pablo Hidalgo pointed to the above scene aboard
the Death Star in A New Hope as key
to Rogue One. As rich as the clip is
in terms of Star Wars lore, one major plot point is that the Emperor has only
just gotten around to disbanding the Senate, meaning it’s open season in Rogue One. Will this film’s events be
the ones that push Palpatine to finally erase the last pretenses of democracy
in his Empire?
9. And speaking of
politicians... You won’t see Donald and Hillary in Rogue One (thank the maker), but you’ll see a few familiar faces
from the Prequel Trilogy – Bail Organa (Jimmy Smits) and Mon Mothma (Genevieve
O’Reilly). The Force Awakens largely
steered clear of the still-radioactive prequels, but Rogue One seems to be embracing the parts that worked, namely the
good casting in Revenge of the Sith. And
with Bail Organa in tow, can a certain cinnamon-bunned princess or her prissy
goldenrod protocol droid be far behind...?
8. Ground combat.The Force Awakens delivered on its
aerial dogfights (and how) with hotshot pilot Poe Dameron leading Resistance
forces, but we haven’t really seen sustained fighting on the ground in the Star
Wars universe since The Empire Strikes Back – and we all remember how well that worked out for the Rebels. (And
no, the Ewok ambushes don’t quite count.) With Rogue One said to inhabit a kind of WWII vibe, seeing ground
assault troops and the AT-ATs glimpsed in the movie’s trailers, this could get
ugly in a very beautiful kind of way.
7. Snarky droid. K-2SO
looks to be a mean and sassy droid, comfortable with deadpan assertions of impending
doom and honest appraisals of nihilistic futility. He’s voiced by Alan Tudyk,
who (if you only know him as Wash from Firefly)
has quietly become one of Disney’s premier voiceover artists with memorable
turns in Wreck-it Ralph, Frozen, Zootopia, and even as the demented chicken Heihei in Moana. If all goes well, Tudyk could
turn K-2SO into a wry reflection of C-3PO.
6. Inside baseball. Even
though Rogue One is something of a
standalone film, it’s almost a guarantee that the filmmakers will draw connections
both forward and back. There’s the return of the Prequel faces (see #9) and at
least one major character from the Original Trilogy (read on...), but with
storytelling being a unified venture at Lucasfilm across film, television, and
publishing, I wonder what other familiar faces we might see. Does the
appearance of Saw Gerrera from The Clone
Wars suggest we’ll touch base with something from Star Wars Rebels, which is set in roughly the same time period and
also deals indirectly with the construction of the Death Star? Will we
foreshadow some famous faces, the longest shot being Alden Ehrenreich’s young Han
Solo? Or will Rogue One stake out its
own territory, leaving these toys in the box for appearances in future comics,
novels, and films?
5. Director Krennic. Now,
I haven’t finished reading the prequel novel Catalyst just yet, but from what I’ve read Orson Krennic (Ben
Mendelsohn) is going to be a compelling new kind of Imperial. Less a believer
in the Emperor’s endgame and more a relentless opportunist with a disdain for
his fellow Imperials, Krennic promises to be vastly different from the cold and
calculating Tarkin (who’s rumored to appear, as well). How precisely he fits in
– or doesn’t – with Imperial hierarchy ought to be fascinating stuff. And let’s
face it, this is a guy who looks ready-made to be Force-choked for his failures.
(Remember, he’s not at the table in A New
Hope.)
4. I have a bad
feeling about this... With the persistent refrain that this film ends about
ten minutes before A New Hope, we
can’t help but wonder how many of these characters are going to make it out
alive. It’s a big galaxy, and there’s plenty of room for them to hide out to
explain their absence in the Original Trilogy, but I can’t believe that the
Imperials make it all the way to the Tantive
IV without making sure that the plans could only be in Leia’s hands: all of
which doesn’t bode well for our scrappy band of rebels.
3. One “Rogue” in
particular. We’re getting a real motley crew for Rogue One, but the standout role looks to be that of protagonist
Jyn Erso. She’s going to be a different breed of Star Wars heroine, more
cynical a Rebel than Princess Leia, tougher than Rey, and with more family
baggage than Padmé Amidala. Plus we have an Oscar nominee in Felicity Jones, so
the character is in good hands, ready for a journey of galactic proportions.
2. Michael
Giacchino’s score.The Clone Wars
and The Holiday Special don’t count –
this is the first Star Wars film not
scored by the maestro himself, John Williams. But Michael Giacchino is just
about the best possible successor I could imagine; his work relies on motifs
and melodies in a very Star Wars-ian way, and he’s already followed in
Williams’s footsteps on Jurassic World.
Giacchino has proven himself versatile and gifted, and while I’m excited any
time I see Giacchino’s name on a score, Rogue
One compounds my interest. How much will he borrow from Williams’s operatic
book of themes, and how much will he innovate? Will we see his trademark puns
on the soundtrack titles?
1. Hcho-peh...
hcho-peh... hcho-peh. You might not recognize it when I type it out, but
you’ll know it when you hear it – Rogue
One is bringing back the heavy-breathing, black-clad Dark Lord of the Sith
himself, Darth Vader. While it remains to be seen whether he’ll be seeking the
Rebel base, hunting down the stolen Death Star plans, or both, the original Man
in Black is back. Here’s hoping director Gareth Edwards treats Vader like he
depicted Godzilla – sparingly, obliquely, and terrifyingly powerful.
How about it, folks? What are you most excited to see in Rogue One? We’ll see you back here next
week for a look at Rogue One. Until
then, may the Force be with you.
While Disney is remaking and reinscribing their classic
animated fare with varying degrees of success (from Maleficent to The Jungle Book,
the results have been a mixed bag), they’re simultaneously churning out what
can best be described as revisionist fairy tales in which Disney can be seen to
rewrite its gender politics vis-à-vis the “happily-ever-after through true
love” narrative. (Zootopia might even
fit in here, though from here Big Hero 6
seems to fit better with the Marvel movies.) Moana certainly fits in the latter camp beside Tangled and Frozen, and
while I wasn’t as bowled over by Moana
as I was by Frozen, Moana is still a fine offering.
Fueled by a longing to take to the seas, young Moana
(newcomer Aul’i Cravalho) bristles against her father’s insistence that she
stick to her island roots and prepare to lead her people as their chief. But
with the gentle encouragement of her grandmother, Moana discovers another
destiny, one that leads her to the exiled demigod Maui (Dwayne “The Rock”
Johnson) and his own begrudging quest for restitution.
Your mileage, as ever, may vary, but perhaps because the bar
has been set so high of late by Disney, Moana
did not knock me out. Last month I returned from a few days in Walt Disney
World, so maybe it’s the fact that I’d very recently mainlined the magic of the
mouse, or perhaps it was the burden of expectation (always a dangerous thing to
carry into a movie theater) based on precedent and extant reviews. Heck, maybe
I’d been jaded by the dispiriting array of trailers on tap before Moana. Or maybe it’s just that Moana is good but not great. Maybe, in
the words of Captain McCluskey, “I’m getting too old for my job... too
grouchy.”
I did like it, but the superlatives aren’t there for me to
purge like so much ipecac. I enjoyed the soundtrack in the moment, though I
didn’t leave the theater humming any of the tunes; I laughed at the jokes, but
I can’t say that I could repeat any of them for you. What did impress me mostly
began with the letter C – Cravalho, coconuts, the chicken, and a crustacean.
And the tattoos.
Time will tell whether Cravalho becomes a major star or not
(remember, the voice of Mulan now has
a regular spot on Marvel’s Agents of
SHIELD), but she acquits herself well in her debut feature in a part that
feels written to play to her strengths – her determination, her singing
prowess, and her ability to keep pace with the more seasoned voices in the cast.
While I never fully dissociated Maui from the man I knew to be voicing him,
Cravalho inhabits Moana with aplomb and breathes life into her.
The plot of the film can be loosely described as a
Polynesian Odyssey, with a series of
episodic adventures along a sea voyage on a mission from the gods. In these
adventures, we meet a seafaring band of pirate coconuts (or is that coconut
pirates?) who are equal parts adorable and terrifying, a fine feat of visual
design and wordless storytelling. Then there’s the mad chicken Heihei (voiced,
surprisingly, by the dulcet clucks of Alan Tudyk), who almost steals the show
with his dimwitted struts and well-timed mishaps. Rounding out a kind of
trinity of fascinating creatures (or, put another way, “fantastic beasts”), we
have Jemaine Clement as the klepto crab Tamatoa, who gets a fun musical number
in which to express his offbeat sensibility while serving as a kind of Joseph
Campbell’s gatekeeper for a literal sword-in-the-stone moment.
Lastly, if I wasn’t knocked out by Maui himself, his tattoos
are quite impressive, hand-animated amid the computer cartoonery that is the
film’s milieu. Indeed, it’s little surprise that the film’s directors have had
a hand in many of Disney’s last twenty years of animated films, especially
because Maui’s tattoos recall the Grecian aesthetics of Hercules back in 1997, a film I remember fondly. These
semi-sentient tattoos continue the coconuts’ good work of silent storytelling,
drawing on the bulging biceps and swirling linework of Hercules to great effect. Maui seems irritated by their rebellious
approach to his own self-mythmaking, but it’s an audience delight to see a hole
poked in the demigod’s bluster
I have nothing bad to say about Moana, except to say that I have nothing tremendous to say about Moana, which feels a bit like the movie
review equivalent of a “first world problem.” Moana is the very model of reliable entertainment, steady on course
for Disney, even if the effect is more that of a pleasant dream – left with a
good feeling but without the lasting memory that would accompany something a
little more substantive.
Moana is rated PG
for “peril, some scary images and brief thematic elements.” Directed by Ron
Clements and John Musker. Written by Jared Bush, Ron Clements, John Musker,
Chris Williams, Don Hall, Pamela Ribon, and Aaron & Jordan Kandell. Songs
by Lin-Manuel Miranda and Opetaia Foa’i. Starring Auli’i Cravalho and Dwayne
Johnson.
Bonus review! Moana
is preceded by the short film “Inner Workings,” which is very much the
half-remembered dream equivalent of the immaculate Inside Out. Here, a man’s internal organs react to the drudgery of
office work, the temptations of the beach, and the overwhelming urge to
micturate. It’s clever but ephemeral, perhaps hampered by the protagonist’s
uncanny resemblance to Carl Fredrickson from Up, and it never arrives at the depth of concept or feeling that Inside Out did. But it’s cute and doesn’t
overstay its welcome.
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