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Inside the Actor's Studio- Robert DeNiro
This wine hasn't peaked
By Alex Dimitropoulos
During the creation of “Bottle Shock,” word must have come from on high that the source material needed juicing up, and the rushed result is a muscled underdog fighting its way through tiresome sports drama conventions. For a film about
The film opens by panning over rolling hills and an order imposed upon nature: parallel grape vines stretching for miles and miles. They look Photoshop-beautiful, but they have not made their way into shops like the one that British wine connoisseur Steven Spurrier (Alan Rickman) runs in dusty silence. His customer base, like his wine selection, is limited, and the expert initially seems provincial by not including small-town
Before 1976, however,
“You’re a snob,” Jim tells Spurrier. “It limits you.”
But Spurrier expands his horizons, turns ennui into enthusiasm, and invites Jim and his local competitors to face off with French wines in a blind taste test later titled the “Judgment of Paris.” The judges, set up here as prissy, pompous elitists, would never rate a
These plot elements blend well, but Rickman, who out acts all but
The supporting cast, who work under Spurrier in “Bottle Shock,” has too much to support. There’s surfer slacker Bo, who represents stoners who will not let go of Woodstock; Gustavo, who says he grew up with dirt under his fingernails and wine in his blood; and intern Sam, a woman who gets in between the two youngsters and serves solely as eye candy and joke deliverer. The music, which should have been less of a character, consists of French accordions, a clichéd instrumental swelling for every cellar room pep talk and southern rock, better suited for
“If one of us wins, we all win,” Bo says.
“Good luck out there. Thanks for representing us,” Gustavo says.
“Things are about to get real emotional,” the film score says.
But what does "Bottle Shock" itself say? It reveals the significance of the results of the contest at the end of the film, but it does so with text on the screen. Though this is a common technique for serious films rooted in history, it clashes with the lighthearted body of the film here. An excellent movie lies somewhere in this muck, but overall, "Bottle Shock" gives a bland, familiar aftertaste. It could leave you thinking more about the film tricks jockeying for your attention than the event that altered menus in even the most exclusive restaurants, be they in America or abroad.
Check it out: Bottle Shock's official website
Dr. Gregory House is quite possibly one of the most condescending characters on television. But in season five’s fourth episode, “Birthmarks,” the in-your-face doctor shows a rarely seen softer side.
The acclaimed drama “House” uses the familiar medical show theme but adds a twist by usually coming close to killing patients in attempts to find out what is causing their illness. The show tries to bring in a human element by creating intricate plot lines between the cast of characters.
At the end of season four, Dr. James Wilson’s girlfriend Amber tragically died.
In this episode, House’s father has died, and to no one’s surprise, he says he is not sorry about his father’s death and will not attend the funeral. His medical team begins their differential diagnosis on an Asian woman brought to the hospital from
The obligatory medical jargon makes its way into nearly every scene. But the cast conveys the lines with such ease and fluidity that the viewer can easily follow the action. The show can be heavy at times, but one of the best parts of House’s brash character is that he can say what other characters cannot, and it comes off as humorous. Sometimes he does not even have to say anything at all.
Wilson, who always seems to be drawn to House even when he doesn’t want to be, forces decides to trick House into going to his father’s funeral. On the way, House receives a phone call. The ring tone is unmistakably Hanson’s “MMMBop.” I laughed aloud when hearing the song and seeing the embarrassed look on House’s face as the phone began to ring. Moments like this one uplift viewers, reminding them the show is not all gloom and doom.
House explains to
House shows a side that has never been seen before as he bends over his father’s body and kisses his forehead. We then see House holding a pair of nail clippers, with which he snips a bit of the man’s ear for a DNA test. For the House fan, this moment is bittersweet. We wish for him to show a more human side and inevitably, when he does, it is swiftly counteracted.
After the trip
Check it out: House's Official site
In its second season, NBC’s “Lipstick Jungle” follows the busy lives of three expensive purse-toting
There’s Wendy Healy (Brooke Shields), a movie executive juggling ballsy decisions at work and a family at home. Nico Reilly (Kim Raver, “24”) is on top of her career game as well, taking the helm as editor-in-chief of a “Vanity Fair”-esque fashion magazine. Fashion designer Victory (Lindsay Price, “
“Lipstick Jungle” wants to say “yes.” In “Chapter 10: Let It Be,” Nico grapples with how to approach her new relationship with her 25-year-old boyfriend, Kirby, as a widow in public. Victory can’t decide between her new beau, Rodrigo, and her old multimillionaire one, Joe Bennett. Bennett, played by Andrew McCarthy, fills the role of “Mr. Big” for the series, carefully treading the line between sexy intrigue and disappointing stupidity. And Wendy, the anchor of the show, becomes involved in a complex insurance fraud case at work but still magically makes time for dinner with her family.
The negatives of “having it all” comprise the beef of the episode, but all loose ends magically tie up by the end (cue cheesy music and gratuitous shots of the
I don’t buy it. The show’s wrap-ups are forced and unconvincing. These women are not happy, but in dire need of a nap. “Jungle” hopes to portray these women as inspiring busy bees, but they come across as anxious, buzzing mosquitoes who can’t sit still.
And while “Sex and the City” wasn’t afraid to show its characters occasionally downtrodden and hungover (hence, relatable), the “Lipstick” ladies look annoyingly perfect – all the time. Like most women, I love a cute dress. But the emphasis on expensive aesthetic perfection for these ladies reeks of materialistic froth.
The show presents a “jungle” of modern issues for women without examining their roots as its HBO predecessor did. Furthermore, strong friendships between the women are absent. “Lipstick” may as well follow three completely unrelated characters living in the city. Individually, the show allows for some depth into individual characters, however. Victory is the most relatable character on the show for simply admitting some vulnerability, while the other two are beyond unrealistic.
The show does get an “A” on keeping its viewers glued to the screen week after week. What the show lacks in depth, it compensates for in dramatic pull.
If you want a show you can relate to, don’t watch “Lipstick Jungle.” If you want a soap opera at prime time, watch this series, just don’t expect it to bring you back to Carrie Bradshaw’s stoop.
Lipstick Jungle "Let it Be" Trailer
*Editorial note: Lipstick Jungle has been cancelled after the current season.
I judge. There, I admit it. I judge everything. People? Check. Cars? Check. You name it, I judge it.
But don't judge me for the way I pass my day. You do it to. That's right; you judge everyday, all day. Now, you may disagree. You may say I am crazy. I do not care because I know I am right. Every one of us is a critic. It is just that a select few are paid to dispense their judgments on a particular movie, television show or new restaurant.
I am a critic. I critique all day at any part in the day. I critique the sunrise, the weather, the traffic, the parking spot I secured, the hills of the campus, the morning newspaper headlines, the leaves on the ground, the taste of my morning coffee… the list will cease to end.
Prior to this course, I was under the impression that all professional critics are arrogant and narcissistic. Even though that may still remain true, it was an inaccurate assumption on my part. The role of a critic is a tough one and not one I would like to hold. Granted, in this market, I would gladly accept any job that came way. I would even salt the French fries at McDonald's at this point. Hypothetically, if I was offered the position of a movie critique I would approach my job with one simply philosophy: did I escape? The arts as an institution are outlets to disregard the pressure of everyday. Blocking out the distractions that come each sun-up may be only for a few hours but, nevertheless, they have been put on the back-burner. As a critic, I would be more favorable towards a production if it enabled me to forget the real world. When we go to the movies and turn on the television, the American people do not care to be inundated with the deplorable state of the economy. It is simple. They want to be entertained.
A critic is a gatekeeper, a follower, a narcissist, a daredevil and a coward.
A critic is someone who must have good vision or else a good eye doctor.
A critic must have a comfortable pair of pants.
A critic must never get cold in movie theatres.
A critic must have clogged arteries from the buttered movie theatre popcorn.
A critic must have a good memory.
A critic must strong a gluteus maximus to be able to sit for such a long period of time everyday.
A critic must keep in mind the vast array of audiences. From the west coast to east coast, there are quite a vast amount of people with alarmingly different tastes so a critic must be held accountable for the tastes of America.
A critic must be able to mold his/her craft for the ever-changing technological advances.
A critic will always have a job.
- Elizabeth Ezzell
December 10, 2008
I do not like many online critics, even though I count myself among them, because the Internet provides several crutches to writers. The shield of anonymity, for instance, allows those who contribute and those who comment to attack and not face rebuttal. In addition, online music powerhouses often let hyperlinks, humorous videos and facile puns, rather than carefully considered and edited work, attract readers to the site. On the other hand, the Internet democratizes voice, opinion and even identity. In that respect, it allows readers to collect and aggregate the thoughts of others.
The role of the critic in any medium should be to describe, contextualize and evaluate the work at hand accurately without stifling his or her voice and style. I’ve learned in this course that the first step in editing a review is making sure the most basic elements read cleanly and clearly. Consumers of the critic’s product, be it in print or online, evaluate the evaluation—they are two degrees removed from the source and seek an opinion about whether they should take that extra step to purchase, stream or download. Most important of all, a review should consider that there is a person behind the creation of cultural products and people behind the huge totals that consume it. To treat either group with contempt is to invalidate the title of “critic”—at that point, you are writing for yourself, not for an audience or for the furthering of artistic discourse.
Another important concept to remember is that the criticism is an art form in its own right. The famous quotation attributed to Elvis Costello, “Writing about music is like dancing about architecture—it’s a really stupid thing to want to do,” simply represents an unjustified opinion. A well-crafted criticism opens a work, highlighting parts that others might not have noticed, understood or appreciated. I have read articles that forced me to return to a CD or movie and alter my own way of thinking about them. I have read others that infuriated me and made me want to steer the open conversation and reading back on track. The difference between a review and a criticism is that one can distill a review to a number or letter grade. An “A” means the work is exceptional. Three stars out of five means you can take it or leave it. “Two thumbs up” means you’d better take that description off your review unless you plan on paying Roger Ebert for it.
Regardless about how I feel about them individually, the number of critics should swell not shrink. As publications streamline their staffs and slash their budgets, they start to print bland pieces from wire services. I hope that publications continue to pay writers for thoughtful criticism, and readers should buy magazines and newspapers more often to ensure that. A huge part of supporting the arts is paying the people who criticize it, lampoon it and share it.
- Alex Dimitropoulos
December 10, 2008
Ahh, criticism. At first the word makes me think of dusty library tomes discussing the merits and faults of certain painfully boring pieces of literature. Or perhaps a teacher’s less-than-favorable comment on a piece of my work, leading to profound resentment and numerous unfair insults behind the back of said teacher.
Though my thoughts jump immediately to scholarly criticism, the word “criticism” means so much more than that. Random House defines criticism as “the act of passing judgment as to the merits of anything.” According to this definition, I criticize things day in and day out. I mock the clothing combinations of fashion-challenged peers, I complain about TV shows and movies and restaurants, and interestingly, I usually always gloss over the fact that I am, in fact, critiquing the world around me.
It’s easy and fun to come up with mean-spirited critiques, but sometimes, criticism can (and should) be positive. However exploited and hackneyed it may seem on the whole, pop culture still has its redeeming works; you just have to sift through a lot of mediocrity to find them. But criticism cannot (and should not) always include the positive. It is the duty of a published critic to veer away from Mother’s advice that “if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” Whether the creator is friend, foe, or unknown, a critic must not be afraid to rip apart someone else’s book, TV show, or restaurant if it warrants such a negative response. And it is here that I falter as a critic.
I was excited to take critical writing because I wanted to find my writer’s voice that had not yet emerged. It emerged, all right, and I found out that it’s a big fat wuss.
My critic’s voice is a subdued one, one that struggles to place a negative comment without countering it with a positive one. I wrote a few negative reviews this semester, but I always found myself searching for a silver lining, some kind of redemption. I would feel unnecessarily guilty, even with the knowledge that the creators would never read my work nor be concerned with the inconsequential opinion of an unpublished college student.
Criticism should always come from an open mind and with the intention of identifying and evaluating the true essence of a work – and of course, that won’t always happen. But even if it doesn’t live up to that ideal, public criticism of the arts is important. It helps us establish our likes and dislikes, stimulates interesting conversation, and gives us a point of comparison for our own opinions. Critics are the harbingers of pop culture, and we seek their voices, whether in the New York Times, on rottentomatoes.com, or from the mouths of our friends and family. And we will continue to seek their voices. Though increasingly in an easy, new, and unfiltered form on the Internet, I think criticism will always play an integral role in pop culture.
-Dana Zelman
December 11, 2008
Thank you, Grady College, for insisting I take critical writing before I graduate.
I was beginning to think that all journalism courses were the same and my last semester at UGA would be a bad rerun of previous writing courses. If it weren’t for my stressing about the necessity to score an A- in the class to maintain the cum laude honor come graduation day, the course would have been the most rewarding class (of any kind) that I have ever taken.
From the first time that we were asked to write a critique of an orange, to the similar cookie exercise several months later, my perspective has changed on what exactly it means to review something. I assume everyone criticizes, but only a select few hone in on their opinions to create and publish a review of something. We reviewed movies, tv shows, concerts, restaurants, theatrical performances, and books this semester with the helping guide of our professor, Mrs. Valerie Boyd. But we criticized much more than just those six reviews–just take a look at the comments left on our bogs!
I finally feel as though my writing has matured somewhat, even if I refuse to retire my sexual innuendos. I have found a writing outlet in which I can express myself in a conversational, amusing way, yet remain dignified and respected in the opinion I hold. The new-found freedom makes me want to apply for every possible critic job I can find even though I came into this class knowing I didn’t want to pursue journalism.
My enjoyment for critical writing has also led me to read more and more reviews before I see a movie or give a book a shot. Before this course, I assumed that the "two-thumbs up" tagline was genius and oh what a great job that would be to just say that to every movie you went to. I honestly thought this was what the role of the critic has boiled down to. If every newspaper and magazine in the nation wasn’t downsizing and kept some critics, perhaps the nation’s predetermined notions on the importance of an honest and reliable critic would be noted.
Unfortunately, I feel as though this class was one that I can happily say that I took in college before it was replaced by some sort of online reporting class. Critical writing is a dying breed, but I am overjoyed that I was able to be consumed by it for at least one semester.
And damn this blogger for not allowing me to have spaces in between paragraphs!
-Kamila Szoltysek
December 11, 2008