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Francis Ford Coppola

Coppola is an amazing talent whose inspiration and influence spans many generations. Virtually the link between the studio system of yesteryear and the independent minded filmmaker of the modern age, Coppola became the first major film director to emerge from a university degree program in filmmaking, thus legitimizing a now common route for many future filmmakers.

This Academy Award winner continues to enjoy an enormous critical and popular success due in large part to Coppola’s ability to break down an epic saga of crime and the struggle for power into the basic story of a father and his sons, punctuating the prevalent theme throughout Coppola’s oeuvre: the importance of family in today’s world. His personal portrait mixed tender moments with harsh brutality and redefined the genre of gangster films.

This intense, yet unassuming thriller has an impact that touches the viewer on a personal level and raises the question of privacy and security in a world of technology – thirty years ago! Coppola’s then virtually unknown cast is a roster of inevitable superstars, including Gene Hackman, Harrison Ford, and Robert Duvall. This Academy Award nominee for Best Picture, Best Original Screenplay, and Best Sound lost out to Coppola’s other great effort of the year, The Godfather: Part II.

Coppola's masterful Vietnam War-updating of Joseph Conrad's "Heart of Darkness" was the first major motion picture about the infamous “conflict”. This colossal epic was shot on location in the Philippines over the course of more than a year and contains some of the most extraordinary combat footage ever filmed. Unforgettable battle sequences and sterling performances from every cast member (including Marlon Brando, Robert Duvall, Dennis Hopper, Laurence Fishburne, Harrison Ford, Scott Glenn, and Martin Sheen) mark this Academy Award-winning drama as a must-see for any true film fanatic.

Recommended by CarrieSpecht


Vanity Fair (BrianOrndorf)

By BrianOrndorf

August 31st, 2004

The tea-and-gossip costume drama is a tough genre to conquer, and Mira Nair's take on William Makepeace Thackery's expansive "Vanity Fair" is almost a complete disaster.

You get the impression that Nair was reaching for the top of the mountain with this film, but a miscast lead in Reese Witherspoon, an English supporting cast that could perform their roles in their sleep, and liberal cleaving away of the source material's core tale are only a few of the mistakes to be found in this snoozer.

After suffering through poverty and a stint in an orphanage in affected 1800s England, Becky Sharp (Reese Witherspoon) is determined to rise above her lowly governess class and join the rich and elite. Using potential husbands, benefactors, and her dear friend Amelia (Romola Garai, “Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights”), Becky makes her way to the peak of respectability only to find the way down is even harsher than her previous life as a pauper.

My inherent aversion to anything resembling corsets, tea, and English backbiting class warfare can be overcome when the filmmakers involved with the average costume drama figure out a way to rip passion from the chilly arms of the material. Probably the most famous story of social climbing in the genre, William Makepeace Thackery’s “Vanity Fair” is brought to the screen yet again (after countless adaptations), but this time under the promising eye of director Mira Nair, hot off her fizzy Eastern Indian matrimonial hit, “Monsoon Wedding.” Yet, most criminally, passion is the least of the film’s concerns.

“Vanity Fair” is the “Godfather” of costume dramas, utilizing every last detail that makes the genre such a cult favorite amongst the suburban elite and the literary minded. “Fair” is a colossal story, and is quite possibly not even meant for a film adaptation, since too much of the critical story needs to be cleaved so the audience can get home before dawn breaks. The extremely gifted Nair (“Kama Sutra,” “Hysterical Blindness”) falls right into the material’s trap, and her “Fair” is a mess. The opening 30 minutes hint that Nair is carefully establishing the characters and the situations, but once that grace period passes, the picture starts to resemble an adaptation in which every 10th page of the book was filmed, leaving only the readers of Thackery’s masterwork to truly comprehend the details and nuance of the narrative. Heaping sections of story are cut out or simply ignored in an effort to find the ending, which takes an excruciatingly long 140 minutes to get to. Nair just can’t keep track of it all.

What remains of the expansive tale, which covers 40 years as well as a war, doesn’t hold the promise that Nair’s filmmaking suggests. With a hint of a Bollywood dance number, and supporting player Jonathan Rhys-Meyers’s fauxhawk hairdo for his role as Amelia’s adulterous husband, George Osborne, there is evidence that Nair was attempting to place her personal stamp on the material, which, for this stuffy film, was an appreciated touch. But soon the film just gives up and plays like any other costume drama to come along since the genre boom of the 1990s, featuring such staples as incorrigible grandmothers, gossip, loss of status and inheritances, unrequited love, mannered dinners, dirty and horny old men, and some literal bodice-ripping. Combine the clichés with the erratic storytelling, and the film is one big tea-soaked mess.

Like a sunbeam during a hurricane, Declan Quinn’s cinematography is almost enough to recommend at least a peek at “Vanity Fair.” Nair’s collaborator for almost a decade now, Quinn can bring Nair’s visual ideas to life in the most vibrant ways. In “Fair,” the colors burst through the dreary story, and the landscapes scream opulence and despair when either mood is required. Less successful at hiding star Reese Witherspoon’s real-life pregnancy (which Nair adores through several close-ups of the actress’s heaving bosom), Quinn’s skill brings an inner light out of Witherspoon when the actress has trouble with the material (which is often). Quinn’s work here is amongst his best.

Out of all the qualified English actresses to choose from for the main role (including co-star Romola Garai), Nair went with Louisiana-born Witherspoon, who just isn’t mischievous enough for Becky Sharp. The script compensates for Witherspoon by softening Becky’s hard edges; almost making her a victim of her choices, and muting the backstabbing Becky commits on her way up and down the social ladder. Witherspoon has seen better days, but even more inexcusable is the rest of the supporting cast, who alternate between hamming it up (including an unforgivable performance by Geraldine McEwan), and playing a role they’ve been cast in way too many times before (including Jim Broadbent, Gabriel Byrne, and James Purefoy as Becky’s card shark husband). Only Rhys Ifans gets a chance to show off some diverse acting skills, and his subplot as a soldier caught in a one-sided romance with Amelia is the film’s only sincerely moving storyline, due directly to the performances.

“Vanity Fair” has the design and intention to be the most vivid, dramatically reaching costume drama yet, but Nair’s ambitions get the best of her, and poison the clarity of her vision.

My rating: D+