Sunday, June 7, 2009

Abstract Thoughts About The Graduate

The Graduate, dir. Mike Nicholas, 1967 (4.5/5 stars)

The first time I saw The Graduate, it was on my tiny, long-retired television screen. It was one of the best movies I've ever seen. Perhaps the most entertaining motion picture I've ever witnessed. At thirteen years old, I already related to Benjamin Braddock's sense of disillusionment, confusion, and indecisiveness. I had an impaired sense of judgment, much like Ben. I did not know where to look for the light at the end of the tunnel. I just wanted to sit around all day, contemplating, searching for a definite route in life. I've always been a little ahead of the game, but somehow, it just seems like I've wasted all that time on thinking without any meaningful action.

The Graduate is also one of the most important movies ever made about the exterior glories of youth and the inner time bomb that probes the core of youth. It's simply timeless. But I'm rather bipolar about its wonders. My second viewing somewhat plagues me with the question, "Why is Benjamin Braddock such a creep?" But there's this unexplainable, puppy dog charm to his strange, and sometimes stalkerish antics.

One of the charms of The Graduate is that it uses music to express the characters' senses of confusion and temptation. Mike Nichol's groundbreaking 1967 film not only left a mark in the world of American comedy, but it also used music as a cinematic device to its fullest potential. I don't want to over-exaggerate or anything, but without The Graduate, I doubt we would have those monumental music-within-a-nonmusical-movie moments in later films. Thanks to this film, I was introduced to the music of Simon & Garfunkel. "The Sound of Silence" haunted me, like blind ghosts stuck forever on a clothes hanger. To this day, it still does. And the world of cinema was taught how to properly inject a little bit of pop into their primary medium.

The film's plot spotlights the awkward, nervous, and bored Ben (Dustin Hoffman). Ben recently graduated from college with a bachelor's degree and track star fame attached to his name. He's a golden boy of sorts: everyone wants to what the future has in store of young Ben. But it's the old family friend, Mrs. Robinson (Ann Bancroft) who sees a different kind of potential in Ben. Mrs. Robinson attempts to seduce him and succeeds. The two begin a vacuous affair, built on evening meetings at the local hotel. When Ben's family forces him to take out the Robinsons' college-aged daughter, Elaine (Katharine Ross), Ben seriously falls for her. In result, he must face Mrs. Robinson's raging disapproval.

Most of the time, I cheer for Ben. I want things to turn out well for him. But my conscience tells me he's a real creep. (Roger Ebert also describes Ben as a "creep," perhaps for slightly different reasons.) There is something completely unlikable about Ben. He's a social underdog, for sure, but he's a quietly despicable social underdog. People like him don't get anywhere in life. At the end of the day, guys like Ben may have won the girl, but things will be completely different in another month. The girl would've faced reality by then. Ben is alert when he finds purpose in life, but when he captures the reward, he doesn't know what to do with it. He's one of those guys who knows how to kill a man, but won't know where to dispose the body. That's Ben in a nutshell.

Hoffman is perfectly cast in this role. I want to hate Ben, but I don't. Hoffman plays Ben like a guy who's completely lost at sea and uncomfortable not only with his sexuality, but with the purpose of his mere existence. Hoffman can also deliver some excellent aw-shucks humor and convince that he's serious about his ridiculously awkward antics. The opening scene sums it all up: Hoffman has that amazing blank look on his face: slightly nervous, yet strangely, a bit hopeful. Simon & Garfunkel's "The Sound of Silence" blares in the background.

Benjamin Braddock is one of those characters that has cemented Hoffman as a credible actor after all these years. Here's a breakthrough performance at its ripest. I would say that Hoffman's performance in this film acts as the very foundation to his decades-long, tremendously successful film career.

But Mrs. Robinson is an entirely different story. She's manipulative and conniving, yet sexy and alive. She's this middle-aged woman, confined to the boring limitations of a domestic servant to the California suburbs. If she lived in a more modern day and age, life would have been brighter for her. I deeply resent Mrs. Robinson, although I do sympathize with her unfortunate circumstances. Bancroft plays Mrs. Robinson as an untouched enigma, which makes the character both fascinating and horrific at once. And Bancroft, in her late thirties, still looked like a golden goddess.

I hate Ben and Mrs. Robinson. I love Ben and Mrs. Robinson. It depends on my mood. When I'm cynical and depressed, Ben and Mrs. Robinson are my heroes. When I feel absolutely fine and sedated, Ben and Mrs. Robinson are devilish tools.

But Nichols does consciously showcase the playfully satirical aspects of The Graduate. The film is a surprisingly insightful look at the late-sixties, youth, counterculture, the American suburbs, the American Dream, aging, college, lust, and love. What are they? What are their purposes? What are their functions? Does it all matter?

I've watched The Graduate with my mom and my English class on two separate occasions. Both my mom and my English class seem to think this famous little classic is "weird." Okay, I'm just going on a limb about my entire English class, but my mom actually said it. Apparently it's hard to explain why exactly she feels that way. She just does.

My mom is rather repulsed by Ben's actions. She thinks Ben is one of the most filthy, disgusting cinematic characters she's ever seen on screen. And she's seen quite a few movies, many of which includes gory violence and rape. I certainly don't understand her deep resentment for Ben, but it's there.

My English class is supposed to connect The Graduate to the general idea of existentialism. Does Ben make his own decisions? How does he execute his existential way of thinking? No matter. But did they like the film? My friend said he thought it was "weird" as well.

My English class just finished viewing the film on Friday. From this particular viewing, I conclude that it is one of the most entertaining motion pictures ever made. It's mostly due to that hilariously suspenseful climatic scene, where I observe the clueless hero chase the current girl of his dreams. But that still doesn't stop me from feeling the great urge to punch Ben in the face. Or wonder what the hell he and Elaine are going to go after they take off in that yellow bus. But I do wish everything works out for everyone involved. As much as I feel this heavy disdain for the characters in The Graduate, I want things to work out well for them. Perhaps this way, they'd feel less troubled and I'd like them more, even though I won't see their journey to a brighter path. I mean, at least I want things to be okay for them, you know what I mean?

There's a possibility that I may hate this movie again once I think everything through. But for now, it's as terrific as I want it to be.

Sunday, May 31, 2009

This always make me smile like a creepy moron...

Um. Yep. I think everyone is already aware of this Criterion DVD's existence, but I just want to point it out once again. But that is one cool (albeit minimalistic) cover for one crummy movie...

Saturday, May 30, 2009

"It's meeting the man of my dreams and then meeting his beautiful wife"

Because Delon and the bird had a lot of chemistry...

Starting June 17th (aka the last day of school), expect a steady stream of reviews on this site. I feel guilty for writing up full-blown reviews at the moment since I still have so much school stuff to do. Stuff like, y'know, annihilating CollegeBoard in my mind.

I just finished watching Melville's incredible Le Samourai, starring the deliciously attractive Alain Delon. I'm just dying to review the film, but it's best if I put all my thoughts in order first. Just know that the film is incredible, I love it, and I want to re-watch it right now. Plus, Delon is gorgeous. So is his beautiful then-wife, Nathalie Delon, who is also in the movie (see subject of this post). My dad thinks Delon looks a little like James Dean, but I beg to differ. What do you folks think?

I'm also watching The Graduate in English right now, as a companion piece to Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse-Five and Hemingway's The Old Man and the Sea; they are all part of of our existentialism unit. I've seen that movie and I've always wanted to give it a proper review, mainly because I have so much stuff to say about it. I really can't wait to review that movie, and I say that with all the passion left in my tired little heart. All I can say is: I hate Benjamin Braddock.

Well, wasn't this pointless?

Saturday, May 2, 2009

A Pure Woman Faithfully Presented

I've been having random thoughts about Tess of the D'Urberville, mainly because of Masterpiece Theatre's extraordinarily brilliant, haunting, and beautiful mini series.




I'd also want to share with you a great Youtube video inspired by this series, <3 Coldplay (potential spoilers?):



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Saturday, April 25, 2009

Yes, I know, I'm terrible...

It's been quite lonely around this corner of the whole wide web, hasn't it?

I've been tremendously busy with school. School has, in short, been kicking me hard in the ass that it's not even funny anymore. I've never been a spectacular or productive student, but the work load for junior year has been completely insane that I'll literally explode with happiness come mid-June. I can't even resort an entire weekend for studying since I have to do work on a history project on some--never mind the adjectives--kid's house.

My future is still undecided, but all I know is that I can't wait for the monumental moment in the immediate future called senior year.

Anyway, I'm actually really bored right now, mainly because I'm in a state of morbid procrastination. I have a billion things to do now, but instead of doing those things, I am being forced into stalker-dom due to the "new" Facebook, listening to the glorious Tori Amos, and--gasp--updating my movie blog about things that aren't about movies.

I haven't really voluntarily watched a movie since last month. I watched I Love You, Man in cinemas for my anti-prom (which is, depending on who you are, is either for the cool or the really lame people). I half-wrote a review that I don't know if I'll ever publish, but the movie's worth a look. It's quite funny, Paul Rudd is adorable, and I want Rashida Jones's hair.

I also watched Pay It Forward for the second time at the Movie Night at my youth ministry, and it's the most preachy thing I've ever watched but...KEVIN SPACEY! And lol...Jon Bon Jovi. But yeah, it's preachy and sentimental, but a lot of people seemed to like it. But hey, it is sort of entertaining in its own preachy-sentimental kinda way...right?

We're also watching this amazing Chinese film in English class (a companion piece to Joy Luck Club) called A Great Wall. It's a little-known eighties movie about the collision of a Chinese-American family with a full-blooded (in heart and body) Chinese family. Being a Taiwanese-American, I could relate to some of the things the characters say to each other. It's an honest film, that is tender instead of offensive.

And...I also watched the most epic thing ever during spring break: Masterpiece Theatre's recent mini series, Tess of the D'Urbervilles. Gemma Arterton is absolutely stunning as Tess, the tragic young woman who is troubled by fate, which leads her to an inevitable downfall. That journey to the eventual downfall is characterized by two men: the dangerous Alec D'Urberville (played deliciously and freakishly by Hans Matheson), and the sweet, but cowardly Angel Clare (played by Eddie Redmayne, who seems to be channeling the annoying spirit of Ashley Wilkes). It's the most beautiful thing I've ever witnessed on public television and I whole-heartedly recommend the mini series.

Oh, and I saw Much Ado About Nothing in drama class and it makes me kinda wish that Kenneth Branagh didn't cheat on Emma Thompson with Helena Bonham Carter because Branagh and Thompson are terrific together. And I used to vehemently hate Shakespeare because of the blantantly coincidence-ridden Romeo and Juliet, but I fell in love with Shakespeare after The Merchant of Venice.

I hope everyone is doing well and I will be back...soon. My friends and I are planning to see 17 Again after AP testing, but things are a little uncertain right now, but I certainly hope I get to see it in all its corniness (and Zac Efron's gorgeousness) one way or another.