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April 16, 2004
Walkabout
13 GOING ON 30
[nota bene: The following review, by necessity, contains some spoilers! If you don't want to know the ending, don't read on!]
Several years ago SPY magazine (I think it was) published a chart that showed how Danny DeVito was at the center of almost every important movie and/or TV show being made. It was a funny - true survey, and there aren't that many other people you can claim such omnipresence for Spielberg, Monte Hellman at one point, Harvey Keitel maybe. But it is beginning to look as if Quentin Tarantino is going to have the same impact, at least aesthetically, in a couple of current releases.
Take 13 GOING ON 30.
On the surface it is a simple fish out of water story, with the transmigration of souls sub-theme found in movies such as FREAKY FRIDAY and VICE VERSA, but more along the lines of BIG and PEGGY SUE GOT MARRIED. It concerns a teenager Jenna Rink (Christa B. Allen) who wants to fit in and is tempted to become something of what she really is.
On her birthday she invites her school's "mean girls" or rather, they invite themselves along, ultimately because they want her to do their homework. At the party she is pressured to snub her best friend, Matt, the boy next door who is a dork with interests in things such as photography that will hold him in good balance, as we are about to find out.
Matt gives her a model house he built for her and sprinkles some "magic dust" in it. In the course of an accident, however, she gets the dust on herself and she ends up getting her "wish" which is to spring to the future and be 30.
The bulk of the film then becomes the now adult Jenna (Jennifer Garner)'s coping with these weird circumstances. It must be said that she adapts fairly quickly.
13 GOING ON 30 is one of those movies that has such a convoluted, poorly defined, and impossible basic premise like any time travel movie that you spend most of your time wondering how it works, how the filmmakers are going to work out key impedimenta, and how the impossible premise is going to be resolved. However, if you don't care about that stuff, the film is mildly diverting, with Garner doing a good pass at being a 13-year-old in an adult's body. She already has a little girl's voice, which is probably why director Gary Winick (TADPOLE) viewed her as ideal for the part. If you don't care about logical consistency, visual flair, or ambition in a film, then 13 GOING ON 30 is charming, even funny in its way.
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The adult Jenna, it turns out, is the editor of what was her favorite magazine as a teen, POISE. Its Anna Wintour, she has become exactly what she wanted to be: a mean girl, cutthroat in business, terrorizing her underlings, and stealing other women's husbands. The "new" Jenna doesn't really know all this, of course, so most of it comes as much as a surprise to her as to us, the way that Harrison Ford's character in REGARDING HENRY stumbles into situations that show how awful he was in his pre-brain damaged life.
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The resolution it must be said is both satisfying and disappointing at the same time. The adult Jenna "loses" everything the man she loves, the magazine she edits in an unusual twist on the predictable plot mechanics. But then she returns to the "present" and it is not clear if she ever really went anywhere, or if it were all a dream, or a movie non-dream, like the lengthy alternate universe at the end of IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE. She doesn't come up with the epithet "Bee-atch" from somewhere, but that seems thrown out just to intrigue or confuse the audience. In any case, the real happy ending is in the real world, not her "dream" world.
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I'm a big fan of Jennifer Garner's, but so is Tarantino. In fact, in an alternative universe wherein Uma Thurman didn't exist it is likely that Garner would have been in KILL BILL rather than Thurman. In KB, Thurman is called upon to do exactly what Garner does every week in ALIAS: express a wide range of convincing emotions while also evincing a superb physicality. She's impressive, justly deserved her 2002 Golden Globe, and is just about the only other person who could have been The Bride. Tarantino so loves the show he has even appeared on it twice.
Working with Tarantino is the magical reality that a little fairy dust could create for Garner, and my intuition suggests that that would be a great partnership.
Best Served Cold
MAN ON FIRE
Meanwhile, Tony Scott is one of Tarantino's favorite directors he directed TRUE ROMANCE and Scott returns the favor with a couple of shout outs to the younger filmmaker. The script to MAN ON FIRE, credited to Brian Helgeland from a novel by A. .J. Quinnell, quotes KILL BILL VOL. 1's "old Klingon proverb," really a quote with an unknown pedigree, that "revenge is a dish best served cold." And near the end of the film someone is behead with a samurai sword, that sits brilliantly dripping blood.
In fact, that's how Scott likes to serve his movies. They can be rather chilly dishes, with their blue, gritty look and their defiance at letting the viewer into the characters' minds. And this is the sometimes-commercial director's most "commercial" like film, with its freeze-frames and use of music and unorthodox style of subtitles and titles in general.
The film tells the story of the (unfortunately named) John Creasy (Denzel Washington, in film noir mode). He is a former Marine or CIA agent or something drinking himself to death over some presumed atrocities committed in the name of America. With the help of a friend (Christopher Walken) he gets a job as a bodyguard to a financially strapped family in Mexico City. The couple (Marc Anthony and Radha Mitchell) want their daughter Pita (Dakota Fanning) protected in a city where there are, according to the movie, four people are kidnapped a day.
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Though the hard-bitten and withdrawn man finally warms up to the indomitable Pita, he fails to protect her at the crucial moment. His subsequent investigation of the kidnapping uncovers a vast conspiracy of state sanctioned kidnappings, and with the help of Walken, a surprisingly uncorrupt official (Giancarlo Giannini) and a newspaper reporter (Rachel Ticotin), exposes the conspiracy. One of the prime candidates for villainy is the family's lawyer, played by Mickey Rourke, who after what appears to be much plastic surgery, is starting to look like a flea-bitten version of Johnny Depp, the way another rhinoplasty hobbyist, Michael Jackson, seems to aspire to recreate Diana Ross on the canvas of his face.
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For what it's worth, all the other reviewers at the screening I saw hated the film, but I rather enjoyed it. It's not an easy movie to like. It's too long for the amount of content in it. It's too brisk when it should be meditative, and sluggish when it should be fast. It's not convincingly cast. MAN ON FIRE has a THE PROFESSIONAL vibe about it. But the movie it reminds me of most is not the slightly similar PROOF OF LIFE but a film by Tony Scott's brother Ridley, SOMEONE TO WATCH OVER ME, another "off" film in which its lethargy is overcome by gross violence. But when MAN ON FIRE is good, it's really good. There are some good lines ("Creasey's art is death. And he's about to paint his masterpiece") and Scott does for fingers what Tarantino did for ears in RESERVOIR DOGS, and there are numerous other gratifying moments of blood-lusting revenge.
KILL BILL VOLS. 1 and 2, Volume 20
Here are some loose ends to tie up in what I assume is the last of my KILL BILL "volumes":
NEXT TIME: MEAN GIRLS
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