May 17, 2009

'The Friends of Eddie Coyle' finally comes to home video

EddieDVD It skipped the VHS era entirely. It has perhaps never shown on TV letterboxed. It has a mystique no other Boston movie has. Because it's the best--and it's been ridiculously underseen. But The Friends of Eddie Coyle finally comes out from under its puzzling rock this week, when The Criterion Collection releases a deluxe DVD of it May 19. Without George V. Higgins, the one-time Boston prosecutor who wrote the book upon which it's based (and did an uncredited polish of the script), there would be no Dennis Lehane and no what has come to be known as "Boston noir." He started it, and Peter Yates' movie of his first book is the godfather of Monument Ave., The Departed and Mystic River. Check out the Big Screen Boston excerpt about the ultimate Boston movie.

February 16, 2009

RIPs, news, Sean and Mickey, this and that...

Time to catch up on some business:

  • Ricardo Montalban, effective star of Mystery Street, the first commercial movie to extensive use Boston-Cambridge action, recently passed on. Along with Anthony Mann's Border Incident, this thriller is a great reminder that, long before he become a kitschy presence on Fantasy Island, Montalban was a sturdy leading man. Check out the trailer.
  • Paulbenedict Like Montalban, Paul Benedict passed away recently and was also better known for his  less interesting TV work--in his case, on The Jeffersons. But Benedict also had a crucial role in the development of Boston moviemaking, being the most experienced cast member in Jan Egleson's Billy in the Lowlands (1979), the most important Boston indie film ever made. Benedict gives a funny-sad performance as an estranged father who's not the success his teenaged son had hoped, and Benedict's and co-star Henry Tomaszewski's nervous energy works great together. Egleson and Benedict had worked together in The Theater Company of Boston, where--despite the occasional presence of such folks as Al Pacino and Robert DeNiro, Benedict was the kingpin. Of course, it's also perfectly fine to remember him as the snooty hotel clerk who's called a "pooftah" by the band members in This is Spinal Tap.
  • The Boston Society of Film Critics awards ceremony was a blast, and I am very thankful to the Herald's Jim Verniere for the amazing introduction he gave me. Joyce Kulhawik was also her usually classy self as the MC. In case you've missed it, Sean Penn and Mickey Rourke sent in a funny little video in which they thank the BSFC for their joint prize for Best Actor. Turns out Mickey's a big Nomar fan. Who knew!?
  • Harvard Film Archive will be hosting a very rare big-screen showing of 1978's The Brink's Job, as part of its William Friedkin retrospective. The screening of this amusing, rumpled little comedy--one of the most chequered productions ever to deal with the vagaries of shooting in Boston--is Sunday, Feb. 22 at 3 pm. Unfortunately, Friedkin is not scheduled to attend this screening, though he'll be at some of the earlier films.
  • There are book excerpts on all the above films in the archives section of this site. Happy Hunting!
  • And, of course, if you want to buy the book, click on the PayPal box on the right margin...

December 16, 2008

Look who's honoring me now

BrinksUKPardon me for using a Stephen Colbert favorite phrase, but... hell, why not? Yours truly received a commendation from the Boston Society of Film Critics last weekend "for researching, authoring, and self-distributing an instantly indispensable, one-of-a-kind film history, Big Screen Boston: From Mystery Street to The Departed and Beyond. For the fascinating story of Boston filmmaking, from imported blockbusters to tiny, heartfelt independents, Sherman's book is the place to look." Wow, that reads like some over-the-top Earl Dittman shill movie-ad quote written by studio flaks. But thanks, folks, for the appreciation [hope you didn't have to go to the tenth ballot on that one], and check out the rest of the honorees at the link above. See you at the awards handout at the Brattle on Feb. 8. I'm really looking forward to the Mickey Rourke and Sean Penn three-round boxing match to break the Best Actor tie. Mickey has more ring experience, but Sean is younger. The elite Revere bookmakers have made Mickey an early favorite in what should be the best bout since the Roddy Piper-Mr. T Wrestlemania II classic.

November 08, 2008

BSB in Harvard Crimson Mass. filmmaking article

Despite an editing error [did someone cut out the first mention of just who "Riverton" is??] The Harvard Crimson ran a meaty article yesterday about the state of filmmaking in Massachusetts at the moment (i.e., lots of Hollywood activity, but where are the little movies that might actually reflect life in the city?). It's eerie that this is a more comprehensive story than our "professional" media have done on the subject. The "pros" have been more interested in photo ops with the "talent." Yours truly is in the Crimson article, offering background about the stops and starts in Boston moviemaking that have gotten us up to this point. If that whets your appetite for more, there are many excerpts from the book buried in the archives from months past. Try April or May's postings if you're new here.

October 13, 2008

Book signing at Waltham's Back Pages Books, Oct. 14!

DEOTSposter I'll be at one of the area's coolest indie bookstores, Waltham's Back Pages Books, for a signing and a movie screening. It will be happening Tuesday, October 14 at 7:30 pm. I'll be talking about the book and showing one of the best of the homegrown Beanstreets movies of the late 1970s and early 1980s. Come on down to discuss Boston movies and catch an outstanding movie with early performances from a couple of future stars and a mostly local cast.

September 26, 2008

Book signing at the Mass. Pavilion @ The Big E, Sept. 27

MassBuilding I'll be selling and signing copies of Big Screen Boston in the Massachusetts Pavilion at The Big E in Springfield tomorrow (Sept. 27). So, if you're out there, stop by between your fried dough and your carny rides.

September 10, 2008

Book excerpt: 'The Blue Diner'

Those really familiar with Boston independent moviemaking know that Jan Egleson mounted the first sustained attempt at making homegrown fiction features in the area. His Billy in the Lowlands and The Dark End of the Street are the best of the "Beanstreet movies" of the late 1970s and early 1980s, well-acted, highly involving pieces of life in the city with an appeal that stretches far beyond our borders. But, after making a combination of TV and theatrical movies in the years that followed, Egleson's return to the indie streets of Boston might be his most purely entertaining movie. It's also a little-seen film worthy of discovery on DVD.

2001. Directed by Jan Egleson. Written by Natatcha Estébanez and Jan Egleson. With Miriam Colón, Lisa Vidal, Jose Yenque, William Marquez, Jaime Tirelli and Jack Mulcahy. Cinematography by Teresa Medina.

BlueDiner AT ROUGHLY THE SAME time Hollywood released What’s the Worst That Could Happen?—an unsatisfying multi-cultural Boston movie— a little independent film was arriving, too. But its multi-cultural Boston is a lot more entertaining and clever than its Hollywood counterpart’s. The Blue Diner is the result of a collaboration between WGBH documentary producer Natatcha Estébanez and pioneering Cambridge independent director Jan Egleson (Billy in the Lowlands). Chance meetings in the hallway at WGBH, where each was working, led to the pair partnering on a bilingual script focusing on a Puerto Rican mother and daughter living in Boston’s Hispanic community.
    Elena (Lisa Vidal) is the daughter and Meche (Miriam Colón) the mother who’s all too eager to remind her grown child how much she sacrificed to come to the mainland to give Elena more opportunities in life. But straddling mainstream American culture and the Hispanic subculture of her neighborhood (with street scenes filmed in Dorchester’s colorful Uphams Corner) is all too much for Elena. Ironically, she feels bad because Meche is pushing her away from her roots, not because her mother won’t let go.
    Bilingual Elena works in sales at a casket company where she’s romantically drawn to two co-workers: Brian (Jack Mulcahy), one of the Anglo bosses, and Tito (Jose Yenque), a South American artist toiling as a casket builder until he can get a visa that will allow him to stay in the country. Magical realism enters the story when the stress of deciding between safe Brian and romantic Tito (whom Meche takes every opportunity to badmouth) causes Elena to have a panic attack. After the attack, she can no longer understand or speak Spanish.
    This cultural amnesia might have been a heavy metaphor for The Blue Diner to bear, but there’s such a breezy, colorful air to the story that it works. Elena’s condition not only forces her to assess her relationship to her heritage. It also forces everyone around her to ponder that relationship, including Meche, who’s been withholding info about Elena’s father from her, and Papo (William Marquez), the Cuban-American cook at the eponymous diner that’s trying to get a loan from a white banker (Ken Cheeseman). Naturally, the truth must manifest itself before Elena’s Spanish reappears, but you never get the feeling The Blue Diner is following a formula.
    That’s because its style is just unconventional enough to feel spontaneous. In the years after The Little Sister, the last of his homegrown “Boston trilogy,” Egleson flitted between PBS productions, network TV movies (including the locally shot Original Sins) and non-Boston features (including 1990’s very funny dark comedy A Shock to the System). Obviously he’s a much more professional filmmaker
in The Blue Diner than he was in 1980 (Teresa Medina’s cinematography and photogenic Vidal make this an unusually attractive movie). But returning to his Boston neighborhood movie roots, Egleson finds another way to inject documentary style into the movie, and that’s by having characters periodically talk to the audience. These inserts aren’t deep monologues or distracting asides within other scenes; they’re totally conversational, and add to the friendly tone of the movie. Estébanez, who died in 2007, created that tone as much as Egleson, and he shares the director’s customary “A Film By” credit with her.
    Part of the handsomeness of The Blue Diner, which played in film festivals but could not secure theatrical distribution before airing on PBS, is in its locations. Circumstances necessitated creativity: when the Museum of Fine Arts (where Meche works as a cleaner) thought twice about letting the movie shoot there, Egleson, Estébanez and their crew let interiors in the Boston Public Library and the Mass. Historical Society stand in for the MFA. Similarly, the real-life Blue Diner (on Kneeland and South Streets) had moved, its space taken over by a new restaurant; what we see here is the outside of that diner (now called South Street Diner) and the interior of Wilson’s Diner in Waltham. The movie also shot at East Boston’s New England Casket Company and in the back room of an Irish bar on Boylston Street in the Fenway, while the scenes in Elena and Meche’s apartment were filmed in Brookline.
►Locations: Waltham; Dorchester, East Boston, Back Bay, Fenway, Jamaica Plain, Boston; Brookline.
►Accents: Sí. But not Boston accents.
►Local color: The bright colors provide a welcome contrast from the stately brick that dominates most Boston movies. The Blue Diner is sunny and summery, unusual qualities for the city and its movies. Avoiding oft-seen locations adds to the refreshing quality of the  genuinely feel-good bilingual tale.

September 06, 2008

Book excerpt: 'Blown Away'

Alas, Boston's Jeff Bridges movie isn't The Big Lebowski, it's something much less special. But it was a big deal at the time, shooting very prominently in recognizable locations during much of the summer of 1993. And it has the most god-awful of all god-awful Tommy Lee Jones performances!

1994. Directed by Stephen Hopkins. Written by Joe Batteer & John Rice. With Jeff Bridges, Tommy Lee Jones, Forest Whitaker, Suzy Amis, John Finn and Lloyd Bridges. Cinematography by Peter Levy.

Blownaway IT WAS THE MOST expensive, complex and certainly loudest production to have ever come to Boston at the time. But Blown Away, the 1994 Boston bomb squad thriller, is a dud. Alas, sometimes even a raft of local locations can’t improve a run-of-the-mill action-thriller.
    Since the story unfurls as one of those “this time it’s personal” action movies, the big failing is in the lead characters. Blown Away is neither Jeff Bridges’ nor Tommy Lee Jones’ shining moment. Bridges is always dependable for a certain level of performance—save for in The Vanishing remake—but he never totally connects with Jimmy Dove, the Irish revolutionary turned Boston bomb squad cowboy who must confront his past. Next to some of the other characters Bridges played during this very fruitful period for him, which includes The Fisher King, Fearless and The Big Lebowski, Dove is very forgettable. Less forgettable but more dismissible is embittered mad bomber Ryan Gaerity (Jones). Jones has a tendency to overdo his roles, but never has he chewed as much scenery as he does here. I don’t care if the character is half-insane.
    So you can appreciate the stunt work during the climactic fight scene between Dove and Gaerity on a decrepit boat docked at East Boston’s Border Street Pier, but it’s hard to really get into the action because you don’t care about the characters. Blown Away was produced by the same people behind the Chicago-set firefighters film Backdraft and, like its predecessor, it’s very conventional stuff that feels as if it were written by a computer that formulaically inserts emotional baggage, dangerous situations, relationship trouble and occasional good times into the script. If it’s not the strained “old country” backstory that links the two lead characters, it’s the “retired” guy pulled back into danger. If it’s not the periodic tragedies—how many times does poor Jimmy have to run towards someone’s imminent death and not be able to get there in time to help?—it’s the repeated use of Dove’s musician wife (Suzy Amis) and stepdaughter (Stephi Lineburg) as objects in jeopardy. If it’s not the ominous music that cartoonishly accompanies Gaerity’s every move, it’s the fact that, despite the expected “inside” view of the bomb squad, many of the suspense scenes culminate in that old cliché, the snipping of the wire. I mean, c’mon, the heavy kills the hero’s dog in Blown Away (the writers couldn’t do any better than that?).
    Some of the action works well. There’s genuine suspense in the rather playful sequence in which the wife and stepdaughter unwittingly turn on appliances that may or may not be rigged with explosives, and in the scene in which Dove tries to defuse the rigged headphones of bomb squad colleague Anthony (Forest Whitaker). In fact, most any time Whitaker is onscreen things are interesting. Although making this “new guy” character a real Boston townie might have upped the amount of local color here (since there’s no such character in the movie), Whitaker supplies a needed energy, and Anthony’s quest to discover what’s behind the bombings gives the plot a little nudge. Cocky Anthony and wizened Dove are initially suspicious of each other, but a mutual respect develops between the two and theirs turns out to be the only genuine relationship in the movie. The lack of connection among its characters is a reason why, arriving a scant month after Speed, Blown Away was a real also-ran as a “mad bomber” thriller, lacking the cleverness or chemistry of its competition.
    For all the Boston locations on display, this is not a movie in which the city becomes a character in the story. It’s not that specific. But there’s an impressive cross-section of the city here, from movie-familiar Longfellow Bridge and Fenway Park to the Charles River Dam Bridge and Charlestown (including the St. Francis de Sales School). In Cambridge, there’s the Harvard-Epworth Church and M.I.T. The movie also ventures to Gloucester’s Wingaersheek Beach (for one of the sillier Jones sequences). Because so much of the action takes place outside, only some of it—including the Dove-Gaerity fight climax and the backyard scenes—was filmed in a studio back in Los Angeles. The best area locations mix the different looks of Boston, especially the Copley Square exploding-van sequence, with the action framed by such structures as Trinity Church, the John Hancock Tower and the ornately decked-out top floors of Boylston Street office buildings.
►Locations: Back Bay, Charlestown, Beacon Hill, East Boston, Boston; Cambridge; Gloucester.
►Accents: Problematic stuff. John Finn, as the bomb squad captain, is the cream of a poor crop. Bridges struggles with his dialogue, sometimes flattening out his a’s in a quasi-Boston accent, other times talking in a more generic dem-and-dose workingman’s voice and occasionally in a faded Irish accent; it’s as if no one quite decided what this Irish native who moved to Boston and has tried to lose his accent should sound like. No one else in the bomb squad tries to sound local: sometimes they’ve even been given character names designed to excuse them from an accent, like Cortez (Chris de Oni) or Bama (longtime Bridges comrade Loyd Catlett), while Forest Whitaker, who was the last person cast in the movie, said in interviews that his character, who was written as Italian-American in the original script, was (like the actor) from New York. On the non-Boston front, Jones’ Irish brogue is totally over the top but, for better or worse, the actor plays everything about him that way. Jeff Bridges’ dad Lloyd, playing his uncle here, does a more convincing brogue.
►Local color: It’s a change from the norm, with so many pre-Good Will Hunting movies interested in only one sort of Boston: academic/medical, ethnic neighborhoods, etc. But the variety within Boston spices Blown Away. Another nice juxtaposition place a runaway-car action sequence on staid Beacon Hill’s Joy Street.
►Off the set: Blown Away had a very reverberating effect on some of the neighborhoods where it filmed, especially East Boston. When the moviemakers took an old tuna boat named Sarah, refitted it, renamed it The Dolphin, used it as the villain’s lair and blew it up on the East Boston side of Boston Harbor, the 24 pounds of gunpowder, 1,700 feet of depth cord and 540 gallons of gasoline turned out to be even more explosive than imagined. Despite the predictions of reverberation consultants, evacuation of the two blocks closest to the blast, mass boarding-up of windows and the distribution of 4,000 pairs of earplugs, the production received over $100,000 in insurance claims from East Boston residents, along with countless complaints. The evacuees put up at the Ramada complained about the pizza dinner served to them, Al’s Shoe Store put up a sign in its broken window saying “Blown Away Blew Us Away” and the East Boston Chamber of Commerce lamented that no local window-replacement companies were hired for the cleanup. The explosion really was something. I was standing on the opposite, Charlestown side of the Harbor and could feel the heat when the crew set it off. Bridges, Jones and Whitaker were, of course, nowhere near the scene at the time.
►Don’t blink!: Look for future Oscar-winner Cuba Gooding, Jr. in the classroom training scene.

August 24, 2008

Tab/CNC/Gatehouse/whatever-the-hell-they're-called coverage

Shemp_flagpole Fast Eddie Symkus' article on Big Screen Boston ran in several of the Tab/CNC/Gatehouse/WTHTC weeklies last week. If your local paper did not carry it, give them a call and suggest that they do!

August 18, 2008

Book excerpt: 'Black Irish'

Brad Gann's Black Irish, a good little movie that had a very limited theatrical release last year and is not yet out on DVD, gas just become available for viewing on iTunes. Here's the excerpt from Big Screen Boston about it.

2006. Written and directed by Brad Gann. With Michael Angarano, Brendan Gleeson, Melissa Leo, Tom Guiry and Emily VanCamp. Cinematography by Michael Fimognari.

BlackIrish WRITER-DIRECTOR BRAD GANN isn’t Irish and he isn’t Bostonian. But his Black Irish, a coming-of-age tale set in South Boston, is a modest success, partially because it has a light touch with its Irish “isms.” The family at its center, the McKays, is the result of a marriage between an Irish-American (Brendan Gleeson) and an Irish immigrant (Melissa Leo). While some movies portray the Boston Irish as if they live in an Irish bubble far removed from everyday American life, Gann does not, and such an approach gives his movie a universal reach and a resistance to nagging clichés.
    After all, its first images are of 15-year-old Cole (Michael Angarano) throwing a baseball into a painted strike zone on a schoolyard wall. There’s no doubt he’s American through and through, even if he is an altar boy contemplating studying for the priesthood. Part of the premise of Black Irish is that Cole is too nice for his rough-and-tumble family: an emotionally remote, hard-drinking dad who’s always searching for work, a mother who’s lost control of her husband, a big brother (Tom Guiry) who’s a belligerent jerk and a big sister (Emily VanCamp) whose life has been derailed by an unplanned pregnancy. It’s typical of the movie that Kathleen’s pregnancy doesn’t result in stereotypical hysterics from her Catholic parents, even when she’s thinking of having an abortion. Instead, the pregnancy is just another obstacle to be maneuvered around, like making ends meet and keeping Terry, the big brother eager to pull Cole down to his level, in check. Such problems mesh when the price of “sending away” Kathleen to a home for unwed mothers (from which she soon bolts) means Cole has to leave his Catholic school for Terry’s public school —jeopardizing his seminary plans and forcing him to have to make a different, better baseball team. He’s more concerned about the latter.
    Amidst all these little dilemmas is the main one, and that’s whether “good kid” Cole can retain his essential goodness. Angarano, who has the dark features of Shia LaBeouf, and Gann convey Cole’s goodhearted nature without making him too naïve (the running gag of Cole leaving a little trail of accidentally dead animals in his wake prevents him from being goody-goody). Aside from his outrage during one scene in which he sees his father humiliated, Cole is pretty levelheaded, and he’s an engaging underdog.
    Cole’s levelheadedness epitomizes the entire movie’s restraint. Gann has enough faith in his words to let his cast underplay the drama. Some of the characters have brief near-monologue moments, including Cole’s mother and his brother, but they’re not delivered as “big moments.” And when you have an actor as sturdy as Gleeson (1997’s The General) you don’t need to get fancy. As several crises come to a head and other opportunities arise for the characters, Gann’s restraint becomes especially effective in the optimistic yet open-ended resolution.
    Black Irish is not as hardcore a South Boston neighborhood movie as Good Will Hunting or Southie. It makes use of several local businesses, though, including Skip Scaro’s Barber Shop, the Galley Diner and Casper Funeral Home, while some of its baseball action is at Foley Field (also seen in Good Will Hunting); the other baseball diamond, seen at the end of the movie, is at Tufts. But the movie mixes and matches a variety of neighborhoods: the family’s house is in Dorchester, school scenes take place at East Boston High (as does the police station scene) and the church is St. John’s Episcopal Church in Jamaica Plain (with the church office scene done in the mansion at Borderland State Park on the Sharon-Easton border). Waltham’s Ristorante Marcellino is also central to the story, as is Roxbury’s Jewish Memorial Hospital. Charlestown, Everett and Chelsea also appear, the last during the car crash scene.
►Locations: Dorchester, South Boston, Charlestown, Roxbury, Jamaica Plain, Boston; Waltham; Everett; Sharon/Easton; Somerville/Medford.
►Accents: None of the lead actors is local, but Brendan Gleeson, Michael Angarano, Tom Guiry and Emily VanCamp do a good job with their pretend accents, while Melissa Leo does a dandy faux Irish accent. It’s ironic to have Irish Gleeson doing an American accent and American Leo doing an Irish brogue, yet the two do such a good job it’s inconsequential.
►Local color: Perhaps because of budget limitations, there isn’t a lot of public action here (since that involves things like blocking off streets and hiring more extras). Most of the neighborhood scenes could have been filmed in any Northeastern blue-collar neighborhood. But the smattering of Southie businesses and parks on display bolsters the story’s credibility.