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Friday, October 29, 2010

More Thoughts on... The Social Network (2010)

The Social Network, 2010.

Directed by David Fincher.
Starring Jesse Eisenberg, Andrew Garfield, Justin Timberlake, Brenda Song, Rooney Mara, Armie Hammer and Max Minghella.


SYNOPSIS:

A biopic on Mark Zuckerberg and the creation of popular social networking site Facebook.


“Who on earth would want to make a film about Facebook?” was my first remark upon hearing the popular social networking site was having its story told on the big screen. My thinking was that a group of geeks and nerds masturbating over their motherboards and electronic code with the eventual goal of creating something that people could use to let their friends know they have fed their cat and are now eating hobnobs seemed absolutely shite. Even when I saw the trailer and it’s slick production value I couldn’t have cared less. That is until I saw one name – David Fincher. “It’s made by Fincher?” I exclaimed. “Shit! I’m going to have to watch this.”

I must confess that I am a massive fan of Mr. Fincher. Fight Club is a film that blew my mind as 16 year old as it was so clever, dark and the twist was one that I could never see coming in a million years. I was mesmerized by the story and the method by which it was told, so for that reason it is one DVD that will never gather dust on my shelf. The Game and Seven are also two fantastic films that captured my imagination and, more recently, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button moved me to the verge of tears. So… I had to see The Social Network.

The Social Network is the story of Facebook’s creator, Mark Zuckerberg, as he takes the idea of an electronic social network from a seed through to its one-millionth member. Throughout the film we cut back and forth between the two legal battles being fought against Zuckerberg by his former best friend and first investor, Eduardo, and the three guys who claim Zuckerberg stole their idea. How closely based it is upon Zuckerberg’s real story is unsure since the world’s youngest billionaire has distanced himself from the project, but it doesn’t matter. The film is brilliant. Despite the cutting back and forth between two lawsuits that consist of Zuckerberg sat wearing socks and sandals at a table with several lawyers constantly arguing, the film never slows.

I was engaged right from the very start when Zuckerberg’s rude, ignorant and condescending conversation with his girlfriend leads to her breaking up with him. I was still engaged come the very end when Facebook achieved it’s one-millionth member and Zuckerberg had managed to alienate every single friend he ever had. There’s something about Fincher’s slick and slightly dark style of directing that keeps me enthralled in all of his films. This is no different. The Social Network really is a slick film and whispers in Hollywood are suggesting possible Oscar nominations.

Acknowledgement must go to Aaron Sorkin’s script as it ticks along nicely and gives you enough time with Zuckerberg to see his loneliness and resentment for others without spending too long watching him sat on his own. Zuckerberg’s clever wit flows beautifully despite the sheer number of immensely complicated words he strings into his clever sentences.

Jesse Eisenberg plays Zuckerberg exactly as I would expect a billionaire computer nerd to act and he gives a great portrayal of a kid who has absolutely no social skills. The harder he tries to make friends, the less he has. It must be said that this film could well have been a bore-fest with any other combination of filmmakers, but Sorkin and Fincher have nailed it with the help of Eisenberg.

The Social Network is a story of success, friendship and how one will ruin the other. To be successful Zuckerberg must forsake his one true friend Eduardo and despite the website hitting its one-millionth member the loneliness felt by Zuckerberg is so brilliantly subtle and so very tragic. I could easily watch The Social Network again immediately.

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Saturday, October 23, 2010

Frustrated Ramblings: My Guilty Pleasure #1 - Alfie (2004)

DJ Haza reveals his guilty pleasures in more "Frustrated Ramblings Of An Aspiring Filmmaker"...

We all have our guilty pleasures when it comes to film and television. That one film or television show that you know deep down is absolute tripe and you shouldn’t be watching it. But you do. It may be something that makes you laugh, but your friends don’t see the humor. It could even be a cheesy drama that strikes a chord with you and pulls at your heart-strings. Maybe even a certain film that reminds you of a certain time, person or place in your past and brings back happy memories. For me one of those guilty pleasures is Charles Shyer’s 2004 remake of Alfie. I know!

The original Alfie (1966) is a gem of British cinema and starred the similarly gem-like Micheal Caine. To some it may seem as a travesty to remake such as classic. To others maybe even a crime against cinema. Lewis Gilbert’s 1966 classic was nominated for five Oscars, so how could the remake better the original? It doesn’t really. It’s not a stitch on the original in terms of cinematic importance or stature. Shyer’s Alfie cost a whopping $60,000,000 and only grossed $35,000,000 worldwide. Rotten Tomatoes gives it an average rating of 5.6/10. Evidence that not everyone shares my fondness of the modern incarnation. But I still enjoy it.

If the modern version of Alfie is on I can’t help but watch it through to the very end. For me it’s slick, stylish and has a great soundtrack. When I’m watching it I can’t help but smile. Every inch of the integral filmmaker inside me screams that I should not like this film. I cannot like this film. But I do. It isn’t really a film I would have liked to have made myself and I’m sure that when I first heard the original was being remade I probably made an internal protest within my own head. But… it entertains me. This is why….

Jude Law is perfect for the sly and seductive lothario in the remake. Despite having a distinct lack of acting talent Law doesn’t need to do much more than act natural if half of the tabloid rumors about his personal life are true. He fits the bill of charming and selfish down to a tee. Alfie’s wardrobe is immense. From his range of exquisite suits, shirts and ties down to his Prada lace-ups it is a wardrobe that is stuffed full of high end named labels. He always looks sharp even when dressed down and I for one would kill for a wardrobe like that.

New York City is a stunning setting with its bohemian coffee shops, towering sky scrapers and trendy bars. Plus it looks even better at Christmas. Since I visited the city for a week around New Year's 2005 I’ve always wanted to go back. The city was then, as it is in parts of the film, blanketed with white snow and lit up like the proverbial Christmas tree with all the trimmings. With other shots like the ones set beside the Brooklyn Bridge as it lights up the East River at night it looks simply stunning.

The soundtrack is pure audio bliss with a collection of 13 original songs, and a rewrite of the 1966 original title song, written by Dave Stewart and Mick Jagger. A beautiful fusion of rock and blues give the film another edge of class. I have even gone as far as to buy the soundtrack and I am indeed listening to it this very second as I electronically scribble way.

Perhaps the icing on the cake is the inspired casting of Sienna Miller. Not because she makes the part her own or nails the American accent perfectly. Who cares about that? The scene in which Alfie shows his unhappiness at his current girlfriend Nikki painting in his favourite shirt is one of my most enjoyed. Not because it has any real story telling merit, but because Nikki, played by Miller, precedes to take the shirt off and continue painting in her pants and boots whilst sucking on a cigarette. What more could you want?

Like I’ve said – it’s not from some sort of filmmaking appreciation I enjoy the film. It’s just nice to watch. I know that some of the exterior shots of New York City were shot in Manchester, Liverpool and the Port of Tilbury and when intercut with cityscape shots of Manhattan make it look like New York. I know that Jude Law is a shit actor, but he doesn’t have to do much acting. I also know that the clothes in Alfie’s wardrobe wouldn’t fit over my writer’s stomach, but I’d squeeze them on somehow.

What people have to remember about the latest incarnation of Alfie is that it is of a different time. The original was making an abrasive statement of London in the swinging 60’s where as this one is more about having fun. Alfie proves that you don’t need big money or a flash job to enjoy life. Even those with humble surroundings can get our kicks. He’s got a roof over his head, some nice threads and a beautiful city to play in so why not go out and enjoy life. There is also of course the obligatory closing moral about being careful of burning too many bridges in life.

At this point I must admit that I am uncertain as to whether I am trying to justify my fondness of Alfie to you the reader or myself. All I know is that Alfie himself leads a pretty decent life and he lives in a world where all you need is nice clothes and a city to play in for one to be happy. The film’s offering of escapism to a world where your only concern is who’s bed your going to be sleeping in tonight seems pretty good to me. You may, and probably do, disagree. You know what? I may just stick the DVD on this evening, kick back and enjoy. Excuse me whilst I go and wash hands. I’m feeling very dirty right now.

D.J. Haza

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Wednesday, June 9, 2010

The Frustrated Ramblings of an Aspiring Filmmaker

Aspiring screenwriter and filmmaker D.J. Haza discusses 'Original Voice'...

The lights go down. The curtain opens. Cue orchestral music score. The screen shines with glowing stars of a galaxy similar to our own. Then a deep, male voice reads the bold yellow words that scroll up the screen - ‘In a galaxy not too far away… in a time not too different from our own… there lives a young man, fuelled with ambition and determination… who’s one and only aim is to… make it in the film industry! His name… Daniel Harris. No, not the writer of Superman Returns. Nor the other 11 Daniel Harris’s on IMDB Pro. Okay, let’s call him D.J. Haza. Why? Long story. But, that’s his nickname.’

I think that would indeed be the opening scene to the film of my life so far –hopefully there are many more chapters full of success, sex and controversy still to come, but at present it’s waiting for greatness! Although it does seem a little uninspiring at present. I was born Daniel James Harris, but my friends have called me Haza since my infamous stint as a club DJ began at age sixteen. The majority of friends call me Haza still and it’s not very often I hear it called in a bar and turn around to find that someone else was being called. In my opinion it definitely stands out more than the birth name that I share with thousands of people worldwide and therefore gives me a slight edge in standing out from the masses.

Originality is very important in the film industry, and also very rare. Identifying yourself from the crowd seems vital and everyone bangs on about your own original voice and being different. The film industry is full of hundreds and thousands of people all writing the same scripts, making the same films and possessing the same qualities and skills. Every man and their dog went to film school - I graduated from the International Film School, Wales with about 100 others in my year. Everyone has made a few shorts - Behind Lock and Key, A Change of Tune and various others that will never see the light of day. Many have now set up their own production company - mine is Scratched Print Productions. However, when questioned most have never won any prizes at even the remotest film festivals, have not had any paid work, some have never even seen a film set since university and a lot quote their website as their Facebook page. To make a name for yourself you need to stand out, and a stand out name seems a good place to start. Okay, it’s not quite Seymour Butts or The Rock, but it’s better than what I started with. Daniel Harris’ are ten a penny. D.J. Haza is original.

However, a name that differs from any other doesn’t guarantee you success. So how do you get ahead? I must state at this point that I am not ahead at present, but I am doing everything within my powers to try and get ahead. These thoughts are my logical conclusions on what I can do to get ahead without having to lower myself to wearing nothing except a gimp mask, mankini and clown shoes in order at any networking event or screening. You wouldn’t forget that guy, especially if you sat next to him for lunch and he produced a wallet from somewhere!

So, what am I doing to stand out? First and foremost my ambition is to be a screenwriter. Every single writing seminar, class, lecture or How To book always bangs on about the writer’s original voice. I used to think yeah whatever, there is no original voice, film is just everyone ripping everybody else off and whoever rips the best gets the credit. Nothing seemed new. It was all “borrowed” from French New Wave or Russian Montage, and those were the films that bored the pants off me. Tarantino was a filmmaker who appeared to have his own style so I thought, but as soon as I dared voice that opinion in the halls of IFSW I was swiftly corrected by those anally retentive about their cinema that he is in no way original. They would then reel off what shots he stole from what Kung Fu B movies and smugly chuckle that he is not innovative. Those people made me want to poke them in the eye with a DVD or a sharp piece of 8mm film just for ironic cinematic effect.

Then I watched In Bruges by Martin McDonagh and something rung home. The story was so simple, yet so brilliantly done. The characters had a quirk to them and the way they interacted seemed to be uncinematic, yet brilliantly authentic. No big prophetic speeches. No flicks of their hair as they stand on the edge of the world’s tallest building or the greatest ship to ever sink. No masterminds or geniuses. No pretentious nonsense. Nothing too special. These characters were just so authentic and real, the walked as people walk, looked as people look and spoke the same as everybody else. A rarity in cinema I feel. Then I wondered why the name, McDonagh, rang a bell. I IMDB’d the film immediately and realised mastermind behind the film was indeed the writer/director of the Oscar winning short, Six Shooter. A film I had caught the final moments of one time, was totally intrigued by, but had never watched in its entirety. So I bought it, and again it was simple yet so very effective. My brain started to think. Martin McDonagh has his own original voice!

No matter how many people agree with that statement someone will always disagree. Cinema is a medium that relies heavily on the audiences’ experiences and interpretations resulting in everyone having their own individual opinions. And some people are just arses. However, I was thinking about my original voice. Not the horrific Newport twang that spills out of my mouth every time my lips separate, but the voice that results from my fingers bashing the keys of my Mac book. Am I actively trying to make my writing original? Am I writing in a style that I have picked from reading other people’s scripts, newspapers or any number of How To books on screenwriting? Can I add little changes to my writing in order to create my original voice? Am I rehashing old stories or do I have something truly original to say?

On reflection I concluded that I was not writing in the same manner as I spoke. No, not my twang! But, freely. Confidently. Me! If I were sat in my local pub festering away on a Saturday night I would not hold back on what I say or how I said it. So, why don’t I write like that? I now make a conscious effort to try and write like I talk. To use my original voice. Say exactly what I want without fear of judgement or repercussions. And, I hope my writing benefits as a result. Holding back from what I really want to say is only short changing my audiences and myself. You do not get many chances in this industry, so when you get them it better be your finest selection of words that spring from the page rather than something you were only half-heartedly pushing.

So why don’t I write like I talk? Perhaps my lack of cinematic knowledge in university and my early opinions being frowned upon had conditioned me to hold back slightly through fear of ridicule. After all, I did think Nick Love and Guy Ritchie were cinematic geniuses. A statement I have since retracted and refrain from repeating. We all live, learn, grow and then cringe whilst reminiscing I suppose.

So, what does a once chavy Newport boy like myself have to say that is original? And will people want to hear it? Hopefully. I’ve acquired a wealth of world experience for my 26 and a half years on this planet and I’ve always been good for a story. However, the ability to make your mates’ chuckle after ten pints in your local establishment is not the same as international acclaim in the film industry. So, what do I have to offer the world that no one else does? If I can’t offer something different then I’m not going to get my chance to shine! I’ve been trying to add my own humour, my own slant, my own words and way of structuring a sentence to create my own voice and I think it’s bringing my writing to life. But………. What if no one likes it? What if people think your original voice makes you sound like a tw*t? What if every film critic on the planet slates every line of dialogue that spring from the lips of your beloved and long suffering characters? They sounded great in your head though! Didn’t they?

They did, yes. I’m sure they did. No, they definitely did. If people don’t like them then it’s their problem. I’m a proud, confident screenwriter with an original voice and no one is going to tell me any different. If people are bad mouthing you at least they are talking about you. You are gaining column inches. People are hearing your name mentioned. Free advertising! I convince myself.

No matter what role within the film industry you aspire to make your career your best chance of doing so is by doing things differently to others. It may not necessarily be better, but different. Different stands out. Different gets recognised. If you talk to a producer in the same dull tone that the last ten screenwriters have as they too have approached him whilst he tries to eat his dinner in some fancy Cannes restaurant you will be dismissed. You will then join the other rejects standing open mouthed at the window berating yourself and wondering why he didn’t want to talk to you. If you are telling the same story as hundreds of other screenwriters your script is unidentifiable from the hundred others sitting on the floor of some producer’s office in Soho or LA. Be different! Not just in your writing but your methods and your personality. Don’t be shy, speak up and get involved with people, events and productions. Always remember that obnoxious isn’t different in this industry, but make yourself heard somehow. If you don’t talk to any other filmmakers how do you expect to get ahead? If you don’t talk to these people how can they hear your original voice? One saying of mine is that a writer who sits in a dark room all day staring at his laptop will soon have nothing to write about other than writer’s block.

I do my best to meet as any filmmakers as I can; admittedly I don’t attend absolutely everything as work commitments hinder my appearances, and try and make as many contacts as possible. I try to engage people into an intellectual conversation on film, but always add my own humour to the discussion and hope to make them laugh. My sense of humour tends to be memorable and I use it as often as I can. A joke can stick with people for years. And if you supplied the joke, you go with it. It doesn’t have to be a joke you created yourself, but you could have a unique way of delivering it. If you have any unique skill, trait or prop of any sort - use it! It could be the difference between falling into the endless abyss of faceless names that producers brush aside every day and that call of a job offer that begins your journey. And when they call and ask you what you have to offer…. You know to use your own original voice.

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