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Inland Empire - Review

What is Inland Empire about?” It’s the inevitable, make or break question that everyone asks, and it’s a question that is asked before and after most of David Lynch’s films. Inland Empire is no different; in fact, it’s Lynch at his most extreme and inspired. Don’t let the seemingly incoherent story fool you, there are layers upon layers of meaning that will be unfolding for years to come.

The difficulty of Inland Empire, and Lynch himself, is that he does not make any concessions for his audience. The audience has to work for every plot detail and metaphor, which is not a simple task when watching a filmmaker who knows more about making films than most of us will ever know about watching them. On the surface, Inland Empire is about the duality of acting. Laura Dern plays an actress who lands a huge role opposite Justin Theroux, who plays a hot-shot, womanizing actor. As Dern becomes consumed by her character and her relationship, both professionally and personally, with Theroux, she begins to lose sight of where the fictional character stops and reality begins.

Lynch loves to play with our assumptions and knows that an audience’s attention is caught up in the moment, moments like a rehearsal read-through between Dern and Theroux. We know that they are actors and they are rehearsing but halfway through, something changes. We begin to believe their character, their dialogue. The line between what we know is false and cinematic reality no longer exists. It’s that simple assumption that Lynch plays with for the duration of the film. Just as Dern doesn’t know when she’s acting in the film within the film or when she is just being, we don’t either. While Lynch is commended for crafting a film that skews the lines of cinematic reality so well, it wouldn’t have worked without a powerful performance from Dern. She is believable even when we don’t know who the hell she is.

The confusion of realities permeates Dern’s story to the point where Lynch is commenting on the state of his own film. In the most avant-garde aspect, three rabbit/human hybrids sit in a living room and engage in fairly obtuse dialogue, at which point a ridiculous laugh track interrupts the conversation. These scenes are more supplementary to the film, rather than essential to the brunt of the story. While the dialogue does provide some insight into character motives, these scenes are more of a commentary on us, the audience. When faced with a moment that seems absurd and pointless, we laugh and write it off. Instead of trying to determine what the filmmaker is saying, we chalk everything up to absurdity and rob it of its meaning.

However, Inland Empire is not a film that should be dismissed or panned. It is a film that demands your intelligence, attention and patience. Although the absurdity is humorous at times, the tone of the film is deadly serious. In one swift, three-hour move, Lynch wipes away the meaninglessness of Hollywood movies and reveals the importance of cinema by shooting Inland Empire completely on consumer grade, digital video cameras – cameras that you could walk into a store and buy.

Slick effects and steady-cam shots are replaced with uneven lighting and somewhat jarring camera moves more commonplace in home movies, but in Lynch’s hands, it never feels amateurish. It’s an experience that resides somewhere between a fictional movie and a one-man documentary. It’s cinema for a new age. Although the confrontational avant-garde aspects of Inland Empire will deter the majority of the movie-going public, it’s a film that will rekindle the hope of important cinema in those who have come to feel that cinema is dead.

Hairspray - Review

Hairspray is a lively and enjoyable adaptation (or as director Adam Shankman calls it, a "re-invention") of the Tony-winning Broadway musical, itself a singing-dancing remake of the 1988 John Waters film. While the source material has always seemed like a bit of a curio, its themes of inclusion, equality, and embracing the new and different provide a strong jumping-off point here. The mega-success of the stage production made a big-screen version inevitable and, despite a plot that still teeters from marginal to meaningful, this latest incarnation has much to recommend.

Set in 1962 Baltimore, Hairspray tells the fable-icious story of Tracy Turnblad (Nikki Blonsky), a chubby, ebullient, exceedingly confident teen who's got the music in her—as well as the dance moves. When she finally lands the chance to shake it up on the local American Bandstand-like "Corny Collins Show," big-little Tracy becomes a hometown sensation. She also gives the show's main dancer Amber Von Tussle (Brittany Snow) some stiff competition, especially when Amber's dreamy boyfriend Linc Larkin (High School Musical's Zac Efron) begins to have eyes for the plucky, dance crazy Ms. Turnblad.

Tracy's laundress mother, the bashful and obese Edna (John Travolta, in a role always played by men) and her dad Wilbur (Christopher Walken), a sweet, joke-shop proprietor, quickly adjust to their daughter's newfound fame, as does Tracy's best pal, Penny Pingleton (Amanda Bynes). Only Velma Von Tussle (Michelle Pfeiffer), the gloriously evil manager of the station that airs the show, is irked by the Tracy factor, and tries her best to get Tracy out of the picture—and insure daughter Amber's coveted place as Miss Teenage Hairspray.

But when the bigoted Velma decides to cancel the dance show's monthly "Negro Day" (segregation's still going on), which is hosted by record shop owner Motormouth Maybelle (Queen Latifah) and features Maybelle's smooth, hot-hoofing son Seaweed (Elijah Kelly), Tracy helps lead a protest march against the station, gets arrested, and becomes something of a fugitive. It's here the movie (as did the original) loses steam, till the infectious final number "You Can't Stop the Beat" reunites the whole cast for a wonderfully rollicking, smile-inducing finale.

Shankman (Bringing Down the House, The Pacifier), who directed from a script adapted by Leslie Dixon, keeps the energy bubbling throughout, filling the screen with vibrant colors, constant movement, and a great deal of joy. He choreographed as well, and, despite moments when it feels like there's simply not enough room on the screen to contain it all, the dance numbers are uniformly terrific. All the leads get their moment in the singing spotlight, with Blonsky's upbeat opener "Good Morning Baltimore" and love paean "I Can Hear the Bells," Kelley and Taylor Parks' (who plays his kid sister Inez) "Run and Tell That," and Queen Latifah's moving "I Know Where I've Been" among the other standouts penned by Marc Shaiman and Scott Wittman.

Kudos also go to costume designer Rita Ryack for her diverse, eye-popping array of '60s clothes and to production designer David Gropman for recreating the look of the era with more smarts and less kitsch than one might expect. Hair designer Judi Cooper-Sealy also had her work cut out for her, and she delivers tenfold.

The large cast, also including James Marsden as glib TV host Corny Collins, Allison Janney as Penny's bible-toting mother, and Jerry Stiller (who played Wilbur Turnblad in the first film) as big-gal dress shop owner Mr. Pinky, gives their all, with a special shout out to Pfeiffer, a hilarious Bynes, and vivacious newcomer Blonsky. John Waters and the original Tracy, Ricki Lake, also pop up in amusing cameos.

As for Travolta, he's game and quite funny in the wacky part, but aside from looking pretty odd (even for a middle-aged man in fat lady drag); he doesn't always cut loose enough to make the character his own. And why is he the only one to attempt a Baltimore accent? Let's just say, his Edna Turnblad is a far cry from the career-making studs he played in Saturday Night Fever and Grease. But that's show biz.