Daily Archives: May 28, 2015

Movie Review – Foxcatcher (2014)

Steve Carrell.  Channing Tatum.  Mark Ruffalo.

And so many scantily clad dudes rolling around on the floor that I swear I caught Aunt Gertie staring at the screen just a little too longingly.

Bookshelf Q. Battler here after FINALLY having had the chance to catch last year’s Foxcatcher.

I’m loathe to use the word “SPOILERS” for a film about a horrific crime that’s nearly 20 years old but honestly, while I’d generally heard about the case, I didn’t know the specifics until I began reading about the film.  If you’d like to find out on your own as you watch, you might want to rent it first and then read this review later.

Movieclips Trailers – Foxcatcher – Sony Pictures

Wealth.  For some it’s a blessing.  For others it’s a curse.

Throughout history, there have been people who have been born into great circumstances, their lives preordained before they even opened their eyes and took a look at the world for the first time.

Some individuals take the vast resources at their disposal and do their families proud, achieving new levels of greatness.

Others party hearty and are destined to become paparazzi fodder.

In the middle, there are folks who enjoy their riches, coast along and somehow manage to make jackasses of themselves.

Then there’s John du Pont.  Heir to a massive chemical company fortune, he’s an odd duck to say the least.  He’s socially awkward, almost painfully so.  It’s like he knows what he wants to say but has a hard time expressing himself, assumably because he’s lived such a sheltered life.

The majority of the film takes place in the late 1980’s, when du Pont is in his late fifties.  He lives on a sprawling estate which he dubs Foxcatcher Farm, fox hunting having been a popular activity for well-to-do visitors to the grounds.

The movie makes it clear – du Pont believes himself to be a great man and he wants the rest of the world to agree.  He doesn’t really want to do anything to achieve that goal.  He just wants to spend large sums of money and purchase the acclaim he believes he deserves.

At the heart of his need for glory?  A rivalry with his mother Jean (played by one of the few remaining Old Hollywood stars Vanessa Redgrave) leaves him with a burning desire to prove his worth to her.

One gets the impression that the rivalry is one sided.  Jean trains show horses on the estate and proudly displays her trophies in the family mansion.  du Pont envies the horses and wants his mother’s attention.  Despite being almost 60 years old, he’s like a little kid yearning for Mommy’s approval.

Meanwhile, brothers David (Mark Ruffalo) and Mark (Channing Tatum) Schultz have each won an Olympic gold medal for wrestling.  Keep in mind we’re talking about real wrestling, the kind that involves knowledge of various moves and techniques, and not the scripted garbage on Monday night.

From the film, it’s clear the brothers have a deep love and admiration of one another, but while David has found happiness with a loving wife and family, Mark is alone, living on ramen noodles in a tiny house and at the start of the film, earning a twenty dollar gratuity for speaking at an elementary school (it’s made obvious that Mark needs that twenty bucks).

Mark feels that even though he’s earned his notoriety, anything he does is overshadowed by his brother.  If he has success, the public attributes it to David’s mentorship of Mark and not Mark himself.  Mark wants to accomplish something on his own, and to make matters worse, he needs money.

Enter du Pont with a miraculous offer for the Schultz brothers.  du Pont wants them to come to his estate, select a wrestling team, train themselves to compete in the upcoming 1988 Olympic Games in Seoul and train their team mates while they’re at it. He’ll pay them and give them houses on his property to live in for free.

David, not wanting to uproot his family, isn’t interested.  Mark, seeing a chance to break out of his brother’s shadow, takes the deal.

And for awhile he excels at Foxcatcher.

But alas, it is an understatement to say that du Pont is weird.

He insists that people refer to him as “America’s Golden Eagle.”  He orchestrates a large awards ceremony for himself, and in a sad commentary about society, it’s well-attended by the rich and the powerful.  He wants to be a wrestler too and organizes a senior citizen wrestling competition, only to pay off his geriatric competitor to take a dive.

That’s not all.  du Pont purchases a tank with the ease that one might order a book from Amazon.  When it arrives, he throws a fit that it doesn’t include a 50-caliber machine gun as promised and refuses to sign for the shipment.

He snorts cocaine with reckless abandon, takes his helicopter everywhere, and its not-so-subtly implied that his generosity towards the sport of wrestling might have been a front to allow him to roll around with young sweaty men.

Throughout his Pennsylvania community, du Pont is known as a gracious benefactor, a man who doles out the cash just so he can be a part of everything.  The local police department practice on his shooting range and he shoots guns alongside them.

Poor and crazy?  You’re crazy.  Rich and crazy?  You’re eccentric.  Not to fault the movie, but if you perform a web search on du Pont, you’ll come up with an endless supply of allegations, many of which weren’t portrayed in the film.  That’s not a knock on the film at all.  It’s just that the man was so nuts that there just wasn’t enough time to capture it all on screen:

Some of the allegations I was able to find on the web that weren’t featured in the film:

  • That du Pont put razor wire in the walls of his house because he thought it was haunted by ghosts
  • He crashed multiple cars into a pond on his property
  • He bought a look-alike police car and pulled over people who drove near his property.
  • Believed that Nazis and Russian spies were frequenting the property, often demanding that his employees search for them.
  • Kicked black wrestlers off the team claiming “the KKK runs this place”
  • That du Pont, after his mother’s death, sets her horse barn on fire with the horses inside.  The film only shows Carrell let the horses go.  Perhaps horses being burnt up is too graphic for the screen.

Again, there wasn’t just enough time in the movie, but the film more than manages to portray the fact that the man just was not right in the head.

Steve Carrell is no stranger to playing characters who aren’t exactly grounded in reality.  After all, he played the dimwitted bumbling boss Michael Scott on The Office for years.  But while Scott’s antics were relatively harmless, du Pont’s instability is (and as we see later) a disaster waiting to happen.

Barely recognizable under gray hair and a large prosthetic nose, Carrell earns his Oscar nomination as he plays du Pont, capturing his overall style of a hopelessly depressed ego-maniac slash elderly man child.

If I keep going, I’ll give too much of the film away.  It climaxes when du Pont, spurred on by his ongoing desire to achieve greatness (by letting others earn it for him) makes David an offer he can’t refuse to come be part of the Foxcatcher wrestling program.  Mark, who’s been sucked into du Pont’s unhealthy drugging lifestyle, feels betrayed by du Pont (at one point du Pont tells Mark he understands and supports his desire to win on his own), that he’s lost his chance to win without his brother’s help, not to mention he’s under intense pressure from du Pont to succeed.

Later, Ruffalo as David makes a face as if he’s losing his soul when a documentary film maker du Pont has hired to produce a glowing film about himself asks David to say du Pont is his mentor.  David is perhaps the most genuinely lovable character of the whole film, caring for his family, concerned for his brother’s well-being and at a crucial moment in the film, stands up to du Pont on Mark’s behalf.

SPOILER ALERT (Again, I hate using that term here but I have no idea what else to say.)

After losing in the 1988 Olympic games, Mark leaves the Foxcatcher program and the film ends with du Pont driving his car to David’s house.

Here’s the scary part.  I’ve known for years that du Pont shot David Schultz just because it was a well-known, highly reported on crime.  And I’ve been reading more about it since the movie came out.

Yet, even though I knew it was coming, I just wasn’t prepared for it and was startled anyway.  While David is standing in his driveway, du Pont pulls up, asks, “Do you have a problem with me?” then shoots David.

An employee riding with du Pont who had no idea what his boss was up to tries to stop him.  David’s wife comes out of the house and du Pont points his gun at her, sending her back in the house.

David struggles to crawl to safety but du Pont shoots him twice more in the back then drives back to his house to hole up.

The expressionless face, the clear lack of interest in the gravity of what he’s done…Carrell as du Pont arguably portrays a villain in that short moment that rivals Hannibal Lecter.

But while Lecter made it clear he wants to eat you, du Pont is one of those people who seems off, but no one realized just how off he was or what he was capable of until it was too late.

Accounts I’ve read online typically describe the situation in that du Pont was known throughout his community as being an oddball but his antics seemed harmless and people were happy to take advantage of the generous donations he offered, thus placating his bad behavior while failing to realize he was a ticking time bomb all along.

One can’t help but feel sorry for the Schultz brothers throughout the film.  Olympic wrestlers are in a tough position.  They’re paid no money to train and yet have to a) train all day in order to compete and b) still somehow find a source of income to pay their bills.

A benefactor swoops in and offers to pay them a salary and gives them houses on his estate to live in while they practice the sport they love?

Hell, be honest.  You’d ignore the tank too.

If you’re interested in reading more about the case, here are two articles I found helpful:

CNN – “Foxcatcher – The Crazy du Pont Next Door” – Reporter Ann O’Neil discusses what her childhood was like living near the Foxcatcher Estate

A Millionaire Madman Murdered My Olympic Champion Brother – Jane Ridley, New York Post.  Mark Schultz provides his account of the tragic loss of his brother.

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BQB and the Meaning of Life – Part 13 – Young Duffer

PREVIOUSLY ON BOOKSHELF Q. BATTLER AND THE MEANING OF LIFE…

BQB croaked and now he seeks the meaning of life.  What, you want me to spoon feed it to you?

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BQB wakes up in the hospital, interacts with the characters from his shelf who drive him nuts, discovers that a Great Guru lives on top of a mountain deep within the war torn island nation of Pango Tango.  Bookshelf Q. Battledog, who momentarily learns how to speak, alerts him to a news story that convinces BQB to make the journey.

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“YOU SHALL NOT TRAVERSE IN THIS GENERAL DIRECTION!”

Growing up, two of my favorite kids’ books were:

Esmeralda and the Ice Cream Rendering Plant: A crackpot ice cream rendering plant manager goes off his meds, invites a group of children to visit the plant, and then one by one the children are tortured for, you know, behaving like children, through various ice cream related punishments.  (i.e. the mean kid has maraschino cherries thrown at him, the spoiled kid gets doused with hot fudge, the kid that lies all the time gets buried in a vat of rainbow sprinkles.)  I mean, they make it out alive in the end, but as a grown up, I kind of wonder how this book ever got published in the first place.

The Master of the Bracelet:  A young lad travels across a mysterious land with a magic bracelet in his pocket.  His mission?  To pawn it – because it was ugly and no one wanted to wear it but it was solid gold so it was worth a couple months’ rent.

These were two books that kept me entertained as a boy and yet once on my shelf, the characters from these tomes fought like cats and dogs.

Droppings comes and goes as he pleases.

Dropinius comes and goes as he pleases.

There was Dropinius the Sorcerer. He always popped in and out of Master of the Bracelet.  He’d offer some casual advice to the young lad, warn him against trouble, give him some orders, then claim some business that had to take him elsewhere.  In short, he was always adept at finding stuff for someone else to do.

Between you and me, I always thought Dropinius was like that weird guy in your office.  No one has any idea what he does and you never see him accomplish anything, but he walks around acting important, so he keeps drawing a paycheck.

A tiny version of Dropinius slammed his magic wand down on the bookshelf, much to the great dismay of a group of pink lumpy wumpies, who were smaller than usual, thanks to the shelf.

You might remember that the lumpy wumpies were the goofy assistants to the off his rocker ice cream rendering plant manager.  They were so cheerful that they performed every task with a song and dance routine.

“Lumpy wumpy dumpitty duck doff,  somebody tell that sorcerer to fu…”

“ENOUGH!” I yelled as I walked into my home office.

“Dropinus!” I said. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop slamming your magic wand down on the bookshelf? You’re going to crack it and it’s not like I’m going to be able to find a magic bookshelf repair shop!”

“They started it!” the long bearded, pointy hat wearing sorcerer said in his exceptionally authoritative voice. “Look what they’ve done to Schmedley!”

If you’ve read, Master of the Bracelet, then you know Schmedley is the psychotic creature who is obsessed with the bracelet and wants it because he finds it extremely fashionable.

Schmedley sat on my shelf and sucked on a pixie stick that was taller than he was.  Between slurps of sugar, he argued with his multiple personalities in his signature creepy, screechy voice.

“Stinksy lumpsie wumpsies!” Schmedley said. “They gives us the bad sugarsies!”

Schmedley turned around to address his alter ego.

“No!” Schmedely said. “We wants it! We needs it! We needs the pixie stixie…it is our…our… pre!!!”

“Don’t finish that sentence unless you want to pay off Peter Jackson!”  I said as I grabbed the pixie stick and pulled.

Schmedley grabbed the other end. I found myself in a tug of war with the little beast.

“Why did you give this to him?” I asked the lumpy wumpies. “You know he has an addictive personality!”

“Lumpy wumpy dumpitty dask dor dit…the little jerk came right over and asked for it!”

“So?” I asked. “You wouldn’t give a beer to an alcoholic if he asked for it, would you?”

“Its ours! Its ours! We needs it!” Schmedley screeched. “Stinksy Booksie Q. Battlesy is stealing our PRE…”

Dropinius conked Schmedley on the head with his magic wand and not a moment too soon, for I could almost hear Peter Jackson’s secretary calling his lawyer.  Luckily, Dropinius’ quick thinking forced the monster to let go of the pixie stick. I grabbed it and tossed it into the trash can.

“Official Bookshelf Q. Battler decree,” I said. “No one is to give Schmedley candy ever again.”

“MY PRECIOUS!”

“Schmedley!”  I yelled.  “What have you done?!”

Schmedley scratched his head and looked up at me.  “My…um…copy of Precious: Based on the Novel “Push” by Sapphire?  We must watches it immediately for it is a grim reminder of the plight of inner city youth?”

“Good save,”  I said.

I opened up my copy of Master of the Bracelet and flicked the monster into the book with my thumb and forefinger.

“Alright,” I said. “Everyone else! Gather around!”

Several characters exited their respective books and took a seat on the shelf.  Others popped out of their various hiding places.

“I’m going on a trip,” I said. “And while I’m away, I expect you all to be on your best behavior.”

“Yes Papa,” D’Artagnan said mockingly.

“That means no battling on the bookshelf,” I said. “You know you all get carried away and if I’m not here to stop you, you’ll lose control and burn my headquarters down.”

I consulted a list of rules I’d written down on a yellow legal pad.

“While I’m gone, you may rent three and only three pay per view movies,” I said. “Nothing too risqué, keep it PG-13 or lower, and I swear if I come back and find you guys have run up my cable bill I’ll toss all of your books into the recycling bin!”

“What about sustenance?” Annie asked as she patted her pegasus on the head.

“The fridge is stocked,” I said. “And Antonio’s Pizza delivers. Against my better judgment, I’m leaving a credit card next to the phone. Again, use it only for emergencies. Do not abuse it. If you do…”

“The recycling bin?” Tessa asked.

Tessa's totally going to blow up BQB's compound while he's gone.

Tessa’s totally going to blow up BQB’s compound while he’s gone.

“I’m thinking wood chipper,” I replied.

I checked the list.

“My number is also next to the phone,” I said. “You guys can do that thing you do when you jump up and down on the buttons to call me, but again, only in an emergency.”

“You’re worse than Overlord Kwazlo and the corrupt dystopian regime I fight with little to no battlefield experience,” Tessa said.

“Lights out by 9,” I said. “And please do not do anything to make the neighbors suspicious or else…”

“We know, we know,” Dirk Lane said. “The government will confiscate us and cut us into pieces just to see what makes us tick.”

“Exactly,” I said. “Finally, remember that Bookshelf Q. Battle Dog, as Head of Security for Bookshelf Battle HQ, is in charge. I trust his judgment and I expect you to follow his orders.”

“He’s a dog,” Tessa said.

“Yes,” I replied. “Oh, and fun fact – he talks now. So, there’s that. Any questions?”

All the characters just looked around silently.

“Class dismissed.”

The characters dispersed back into their books. I removed my big dictionary to find a spot on the shelf where Monroe was throwing a wild and lavish party.

BQB and The Incorrigible Monroe have more in common than you'd think.

BQB and The Incorrigible Monroe have more in common than you’d think.

The notorious poser was in a dixie cup that doubled as a pool, snuggling with two beautiful flappers.

Behind him, at least twenty small, well-dressed 1920’s people were jitterbugging.

“Young duffer!” Monroe yelled as he removed a tiny cigar from his mouth. “The water’s fine! I’d invite you in, but I doubt you’d fit!”

“You missed my lecture,” I said.

“Did I?” Monroe asked. “A terrible shame!”

“Listen,” I said. “While I’m gone…

“I know, I know,” Monroe said. “No parties. I’ll be good, Young Duffer.”

“Actually,” I said. “I want you to throw one great big non-stop party the entire time I’m gone.”

“Come again?” Monroe asked.

“Invite all the characters,” I said. “If they’re too busy partying, then they’ll be too busy to fight and if they’re too busy to fight, they won’t burn down Bookshelf Battle HQ.”

“That idea is the bee’s knees, Young Duffer,” Monroe said as he jumped out of the dixie cup. He was covered by a pair of swim trunks and as he walked around, he dripped water all over the shelf.

“I’ll throw the wildest, out of sight shin dig your bookshelf has ever seen.”

“Good,” I replied. “But just keep the party to the bookshelf. No parties elsewhere in the house.”

“Understood,” Monroe said.

“I mean it,” I said. “I don’t want this to turn into that time I took a day trip to wine country and came back to find hundreds of tiny well-dressed 1920’s people puking and passing out all over my house.”

“You can count on me, Young Duffer,” Monroe said. “Why, I’ll get on the horn and invite Jenny right away!”

“Yeah,” I said. “Listen, about that.”

“What’s on your mind?” Monroe asked.

“You and I suffer from the same affliction,” I said.

“We’re both a couple of larger than life go-getters?” Monroe asked.

“We both pine for women who wouldn’t pee on us if we were on fire,” I replied. “It’s not healthy. I’ve decided to do what I can to put Blandie out of my mind and I suggest you do the same with Daisy.”

Monroe nodded.

“You know, Young Duffer,” Gatsby said. “You are all kinds of smart. You’re exactly right. If Jenny doesn’t want me, then there are plenty of other gals who will. Plenty of fish in the sea, right?”

“Right.” I said.

Gatsby pointed to my copy of Missing Woman.

You seriously haven’t read Missing Woman yet?  Oh what an amazing mysterious thrill ride.  First, the woman is missing, and the author sends you on all these twists and turns but…well, SPOILER ALERT – let’s just say the protagonist, Molly, is not exactly a bowl full of sunshine.

“You know, I think I might knock on this book and invite that Molly gal over to my big soiree,” Monroe said. “I hear she’s a real looker and between you and me, her husband’s a bit of a cad. Perhaps I’ll swoop in and be her shoulder to cry on if you know what I mean.”

“NOOO!” I yelled.

I slapped my forehead and pulled my copy of Missing Woman off the shelf.

“I can’t believe I left this here,”  I said.

I know  - I think a sequel called "BQB's Rogue Gallery" in which a bunch of tiny villains escape the safe and take over the magic bookshelf would be awesome too.

I know – I think a sequel called “BQB’s Rogues Gallery” in which a bunch of tiny villains escape the safe and take over the magic bookshelf would be awesome too.

Next to my desk, I kept a safe full of books that featured characters I didn’t exactly want to see small versions of running around my home. I opened the safe and placed Missing Woman inside, right next to my copies of books involving killers, wackos, monsters, and those guys who always take a penny out of the change tray at the convenience store but never give a penny even when they have one.

“Nah,” I said as I closed the safe. “Molly’s uh…she’s not right for you. And besides, you really need to stop hitting on married women.”

“You sure, Young Duffer?” Monroe asked. “I hear Molly’s a fiery redhead with legs from here to Yayaville.”

“I’m sure,” I said. “Find another woman, Monroe. Literally, find any other woman.”

 

Finally!  Bookshelf Q. Battler will leave BQB HQ and venture forth in the big bad world to seek out THE MEANING OF LIFE!

But you’re going to have to wait over a week or so to read it (wah wah).

Copyright (C) Bookshelf Q. Battler 2015.  All Rights Reserved.

Wizard, safe, and man in tux photos courtesy of a shutterstock.com license.

BQB’s Attorney advises “Any resemblance to other literary works or characters is purely coincidental and/or for parody purposes only.”

 

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Promo: Fit Nerd Trains the Yeti

Coming Soon…or Whenever the Hell Bookshelf Q. Battler Gets Around to It…

(BOOKSHELF Q. BATTLER and DR. HUGO VON SCIENCE take an elevator to a special freezing cold storage containment unit, where International War Criminal, Mythical Fuzzy Monster and BQB Arch Enemy the Yeti is literally kept on ice for crimes against BQB HQ.)

BQB:  I don’t understand it, Dr.  This is the jerkiest jerkface of a Yeti I’ve ever seen.

THE YETI:  ROAR!  Bookshelf Q. Battler sucks!  3.5 readers is too good a number for his pitiful website!

DR. HUGO:  Yah, this is the vorst Yeti I’ve ever seen but it’s obvious mein leipshin.  He’s fat!

BQB:  Fat?

DR. HUGO:  Yah!  You can’t tell?

BQB:  I don’t know how big a Yeti is supposed to be.

DR. HUGO:  The average Yeti is ten feet tall undt weighs 800 pounds.  This one is clearly tipping the scales at over 1,000!  He’s carrying at least two hundred extra pounds of strudel cheese!

Stupid Fat Yeti

Stupid Fat Yeti

YETI:  ROAR!  I love cheese stuffed crust pizza!  ROAR!

BQB:  So all this time, he’s just angry because he’s overweight?

DR. HUGO:  It could be.  However, there are many people who are fat undt still jolly.  Santa Clause comes to mind.  Still, it might be worth it to put Das Yeti on undt rigorous exercise undt diet regimen and see if he stops acting like undt assenhatzen.  Do you know a personal trainer?

BQB:  I know just the right man for the job.

FIT NERD!

FIT NERD!

Who is Fit Nerd?  Find out soon as BQB continues to overextend himself like a rubber band wrapped around a spinning helicopter blade.

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