Showing posts with label David Koepp. Show all posts
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Thursday, April 10, 2025

Black Bag



 










Director Steven Soderbergh

Soderbergh behind the camera

Soderbergh on the set with Michael Fassbender

Soderbergh with screenwriter David Koepp

screenwriter David Koepp

musical composer David Holmes
































































BLACK BAG             B+                                                                                                             USA  (93 mi)  2025  d: Steven Soderbergh

Whatever you may say about the films of Steven Soderbergh, one thing you can count on is that they will be stylishly entertaining, in this case like being immersed in the middle of a John Le Carré spy novel.  The maker of SEX, LIES, AND VIDEOTAPE (1989), one of the most influential catalysts of the 1990’s independent film movement, leading to Out of Sight (1998), The Limey (1999), and Traffic (2000), which remain among Soderbergh’s best films, all made at the height of his creative peak, yet this feels more along the lines of Haywire (2011), moving invisibly through a world of espionage, double agents, government cover ups, and secret identities, where the one certainty is never trusting anyone.  Soderbergh indicated he wanted this film to feel like the espionage version of Mike Nichols’ Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (1966), but it doesn’t have that kind of verbal pyrotechnics, as it’s much too sublimated for that, avoiding the high-octane action sequences typical of spy thrillers, instead there’s a unique focus on the interior psychology of the characters, where it actually feels more like an Agatha Christie novel, a spy thriller that’s also an interpersonal relationship movie, with a terrific ensemble cast that continuously plays mind games with each other, where Soderbergh’s bag of tricks is in stark contrast to Tomas Alfredson’s much more somber and subdued Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy (2011).  Given the state of the world at the moment, where lying and disinformation have become the new normal, with nations sabotaging and undermining their own people to prevent the truth from ever coming out, we are living by new rules of engagement, where we suddenly find ourselves mired in a labyrinthian sci-fi dystopia, where we may never see the light of day, as the odds are continually stacked against us, with Soderbergh having a little fun at our expense, poking holes in our perceived covers, twisting the knife in what was once conceived as an open democracy.  Nowadays all bets are off, with this film demonstrating just how convoluted and confusing it has become, with the power brokers dangling the strings, making us believe whatever the hell they want us to believe, closing off all avenues of the real truth, while wrapping it all up in a mirage of freedom and democracy.  Having written three of the director’s last four movies, including his minimalist ghost story PRESENCE (2024), released just two months ago, the ridiculously talented and successful screenwriter David Koepp has written more than thirty feature films, including a wide variety of genres, with U.S. box office receipts grossing over $2.6 billion, making him the fourth most successful American screenwriter of all time (Top Grossing Screenwriter at the Domestic Box Office), though evaluating who is “best” is another story (The 100 Best Screenwriters of All Time), consulting with actual spies to write this movie, which is simply immersed in the culture of keeping secrets, which extends into personal relationships, including marriage, where confidential things that are off-limits for discussion are kept in a “black bag.”  That’s the amusing premise for the film, with Soderbergh having fun subverting genre expectations, becoming a puzzle piece that turns into fun and games, where if you can lie about everything, then how do you tell the truth about anything?  Perhaps unintentionally, that’s the real dilemma of living in America at the moment, where it’s like living under the Russian KGB, as everything is filtered through a wall of authoritative threats and manipulated disinformation.  Lies and cover-ups, along with a blatantly racist disregard for even the barest trace of historical diversity, are the cultural cornerstones that have literally replaced truth and honesty in American politics, the exact opposite of the Watergate era of the 1970’s, which opened a new door of ethics reform along with journalistic integrity and transparency.          

Using chapter headings counting down the days, one by one, this moody, atmospheric film is driven by a remarkable soundtrack written by Irish musician David Holmes, who has written the music for dozens of films going back to Soderbergh’s Out of Sight working with the director on and off for decades, Black Bag 2025 Soundtrack | Black Bag - David Holmes ... YouTube (1:09).  The super-modern, stylish look of the film is captured by none other than the director as cinematographer, working under a lifelong pseudonym Peter Andrews, while also editing the film under the pseudonym Mary Ann Bernard, where the sterile rooms and office spaces of Britain’s National Cyber Security Centre (NCSC) are void of color or personality, much of it mimicking the sepia tones of David Fincher’s Se7en (1995), swamped by an uneasiness that persists throughout, like an underlying gloom that permeates through every character.  In a superbly constructed opening sequence filled with suspense, the camera follows British intelligence office George Woodhouse (Michael Fassbender) in a Scorsese-like, single-take opening shot through the underground walkways of an upscale, carefully guarded London nightclub, leading to a private VIP vaping room, with darkness saturating every frame, as his superior, Mr. Meacham (Gustaf Skarsgård), contends “There’s a stranger in our house,” ordering him to investigate a leak in the intelligence service, specifically the theft of a top secret cyberweapon code-named Severus, a biological weapon capable of killing thousands, where one of the five suspects who have access to it is his wife, Kathryn (Cate Blanchett), given one week to find the culprit before it activates.  Adding to the intrigue, Meacham is poisoned and killed by morning, made to look like a heart attack, with a covert murder operation suddenly infiltrating the picture, where clearly there is trouble in the ranks.  Something of a twisty cat and mouse tale, perhaps the oddest juxtaposition is an early scene of the Woodhouse’s hosting a dinner party inviting all the suspects to their swanky townhouse, including a smug intelligence analyst Freddie Smalls (Tom Burke) and his sharp and savvy girlfriend Clarrisa Dubose (Marisa Abela), a junior agent and cyber technology expert, also the ever-observant, in-house psychiatrist Dr. Zoe Vaughn (Naomie Harris) and her dapperly dressed, recently promoted, second-in-command boyfriend Col. James Stokes (Regé-Jean Page).  This social gathering with fellow spies allows George to secretly place a psychotropic drug in the curry, lowering their inhibitions, creating an opportunity to observe their reactions, as interactions among the group frequently spark subtle shifts in the mood, where a brief glance, a subtle change in tone, or a hesitant remark speaks volumes, enriching the overall fabric of the narrative.  This opportunity allows secrets to be revealed, most of a private nature, exposing cracks and infidelities in each relationship, where a culture trained to deceive simply makes cheating too easy, growing very testy with one another, often driven by their own personal ambitions, featuring stellar dialogue that is delivered at a crisp pace, almost like a screwball comedy, Black Bag Movie Clip - Nothing I Couldn't Handle (2025) YouTube (1:04), recalling the infamous dinner parties hosted by married couple Nick and Nora Charles, a romantically involved detective duo known for their witty banter in W.S. Van Dyke’s THE THIN MAN (1934), where the dinner invite was a glamorous way to flush out the decisive clues to solve a case.  Outing Freddie as a serial cheater, George meticulously details his predictable sexual promiscuity, a provocation that prompts Clarissa to furiously retaliate by stabbing him on his hand with a steak knife.  Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.  While it’s a brilliantly conceived scene, allowing deeply repressed emotions to suddenly erupt to the surface, it also sets the stage for what follows, exposing what has to be the ultimate in workplace romances with the potential for dire consequences, as we’re dealing with clandestine operations that rarely see the light of day, so the film literally toys with the possibilities, poking fun of the somber nature of the business, but also cleverly finding humor at every turn with witty insinuations and quick retorts.       

The sanctity of marriage is broken when George finds a theater ticket stub in his wife’s trash, contradicting her version of events, so he breaks into her office and learns she’s secretly traveling to Zurich without telling him, testing the loyalty to his wife or his country.  His response, completely reflective of their power dynamic, is one of the more ingeniously conceived, diabolically clever scenes of the film, requiring the expertise of Clarissa to redirect a spy satellite while deceiving the agency’s satellite video screens, watched like a hawk by the man in charge, a silver-haired Pierce Brosnan (a playful take on his late 90’s version of 007 himself!) as Arthur Steiglitz, going offscreen for a mere minute or so to allow George to spy on his wife in Zurich meeting someone of interest, a hilarious example of the extent marital partners are willing to go to find out what they want about the other, Black Bag Movie Clip - It's the Only Way - video Dailymotion YouTube (45 seconds), where the wrinkle is a split-second glitch exposing their shenanigans, a subliminal moment and potentially disastrous occurrence that could expose his dirty tricks.  This marital relationship is at the heart of the picture, as it thrives on secrets and lies, yet relies upon trust, a kind of marriage that is unique to cinema, held together by a mutual understanding of the lies they live in, where the wheels of power are forever changing, as both are deliberate, smooth, rarely cracking a smile, where a certain frostiness and cold precision is required in their profession.  George is a cold and clinical character, robotic, seemingly inhuman, like an A.I. invention, never revealing an inner life, yet super intelligent, as his views are rarely challenged, while Kathryn is more socially amenable, a master of disguise moving about with an icy calmness, with a wardrobe right out of Todd Haynes’ 2015 Top Ten List #6 Carol, where her natural disposition tends to put people at ease, allowing her to more easily gain people’s trust, including her husband, but the open question is whether there’s been a breach in their marriage, and whether she’s undermined official state secrets, becoming that mole in their midst.  This see-saw affair of shifting perspectives is the engine that generates the understated power of the picture, where everyone’s a suspect, yet the more George investigates, the more all the clues lead to his wife, delving into moral complications, yet what’s a spy thriller without the spies spying on each other?  When George and Kathryn compare notes and suspect they’re being set up, using each against the other, George shrewdly conducts polygraphs tests that mix the personal with the professional, anything to make each suspect feel precariously offguard, yet his interview with Clarissa, with Abela stealing every scene she’s in, is drop dead hilarious, as she’s devised bizarre methods to beat the test, which truly impresses the usually unflappable George, who is supposedly unparalleled in the art of psychological manipulation, taking this into unfamiliar territory while adding a bit of spice to the mix, Black Bag Exclusive Movie Clip - Polygraph Tests (2025) YouTube (59 seconds).  This sequence is cleverly edited, moving rapidly between agents, merging the personalities of everyone involved, like a musical crescendo, leading to yet another classic dinner sequence designed to catch the culprit, with Kathryn remarking, “It’s been a while since we’ve had a traitor to dinner, at least knowingly,” Black Bag | Official Clip | Cate Blanchett, Michael Fassbender YouTube (1:06), a wonderful return to form for Soderbergh, whose cinematic sophistication really shines.  Something of a throwback to those paranoid conspiracy flicks of the 1970’s, deliciously entertaining at every turn, this is masterful filmmaking, immersing viewers in a sordid universe that we are typically excluded from, yet here we’re given a front row seat in what is easily one of Soderbergh’s best films in years.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Premium Rush
















PREMIUM RUSH                   C+                  
USA  (91 mi)  2012  ‘Scope  d:  David Koepp             Official site

This whole city hates you.       —Detective Bobby Monday (Michael Shannon)

Shot on the busy streets of the Big Apple, this is a pure exhilaration movie in the realm of THE FAST AND THE FURIOUS (2001), where they are currently filming the 6th sequel to that one, though this features the hyperkinetic rides of notorious New York bike messengers, showing not only their frentic weaves and quick turns on a dime, often shooting through red lights and wrong way traffic, but in an inventive stroke, also expressing the adrenaline raced thoughts that cross the cyclist’s mind as they approach a particularly dangerous oncoming impact, where the rider often has to choose between the lesser of 3 or 4 evils, usually each one resulting in a horrible accident.  Occasionally the rider will get lucky and sail through, such is the life, continuously living on the edge, taking chances mere mortals would never dare try.  While there are 1500 bike messengers in downtown Manhattan, no self-respecting messenger could really star in a film unless they ride a fixed gear (one gear) bike with no brakes, claiming “breaks are death,” a mantra repeated throughout the movie, which means he never coasts but is constantly seen churning his legs in a mad love affair with cycling.  Of course, a common theme expressed throughout is that all the citizens of New York collectively hate these riders with an all-consuming passion, as they recklessly and irresponsibly dart away from the scene of the crime while cars collide, people are knocked off curbs, or packages and groceries end up strewn all over the street, all due to their manic maneuvers darting through some of the most congested roads anywhere in the world.  The film’s saving grace is it’s friendly, good-natured attitude about the whole thing, where much of it plays out like a cartoon, where it’s supposedly all in good fun.  Nonetheless, the mayhem they cause is never addressed, other than to get laughs, where even the injuries suffered onscreen never appear real, as they’re up and riding within minutes afterwards, taking even more reckless chances than before. 

The draw to this movie is Joseph Gordon-Leavitt as Wilee (aka: Coyote, though he actually plays the Roadrunner role), whose wry smile and everpresent snarky attitude is perfect for this movie, though to be honest, it’s the trick shots, a neverending stream of incredible stunts, and visual effects that carry this movie, where nobody is really paying attention to the acting, or even the story, for that matter.  The director films this movie much like a Kung Fu television episode (1972 – 75), where the unsuspecting protagonist is subject to an avalanche of disgruntled evil intent, where a thoroughly corrupt cop, Detective Monday (Michael Shannon) who’s in over his neck in accumulating gambling debt to the Chinese mob, apparently addicted to a mahjong style poker game called Pai Gow, is his constant nemesis and relentless pursuer, a sadistic man with a demonic passion to get what he wants, which in this case is a lottery ticket believed to be worth $50,000, but of course, is thwarted at every turn (like the coyote), which only makes him more deliriously frustrated and angry, spending the entire movie in a diabolical rage.  Add to this some street cop on a bike (Christopher Place), another mope who tries to get in on the action but is continually outclassed by Wylee, who not to be undone, is also wired and in constant contact with his girlfriend Vanessa (Dania Ramirez), another messenger who’s getting kicked out of her apartment under mysterious circumstances while yet another fellow messenger, Wolé Parks as Manny, is trashtalking Wilee about who’s the fastest messenger while secretly trying to steal his girl.  While all this road rage is dominating the nonstop action, there’s a story within the story about Nima (Jamie Chung), an attractive Asian girl who turns out to be Vanessa’s roommate, seen converting $50,000 in cash to a Chinese Hawala lottery ticket, apparently run by Chinese gangs, as the intended recipient refuses to accept cash. Her story is heartbreaking, adding a tone of melodrama to the frantic pace. 

From the outset, the crazed detective takes on various disguises in an attempt to intercept and steal the lottery ticket, using his actual police identity to manipulate the system and curry favors throughout the entire ordeal, where he’s constantly attempting to run Wilee over in his Lexus car, where the frenzied chase scene parallel to the elevated subway tracks is reminiscent of THE FRENCH CONNECTION (1971).  The director keeps changing the time sequences, usually moving backwards, altering the chronology of the film, often repeating the same time sequence but from a different character’s perspective, keeping the audience off balance while also using GPS navigational devices blown up on an animated map of New York City, where the route changes are constantly updated and outlined like a MapQuest entry.  To those with no geographical knowledge of the city, this is simply distracting, but it’s all done in fast action, keeping the pace of the film on constant acceleration.  Some of the obstacles the cyclists must outmaneuver are beyond description, but calling them daredevils is too benign a phrase, perhaps having a death wish might be closer.  Some may be particularly drawn to this video game style of filmmaking, as everything is broken down into an adrenal rush of excitement, as from the director’s viewpoint, little else matters, which makes this something of a fun but forgettable film.  A more amped up soundtrack might have helped, as it starts out appropriately enough with The Who’s "Baba O'Riley," heard in the studio The Who - Baba O'riley (5:07), or live in concert The Who- Baba O'Riley1971 Official Video Video [HQ] (5:19), a perfect choice for the film, but there’s nothing afterwards that offers the same euphoric giddiness.  For unadulterated exhilaration as a replacement for your morning coffee, why not try two much better choices of pure cinematic bliss, both masterfully edited with astonishing musical choices, a bike video featuring one of the stuntmen seen in the movie, Danny MacAskill's ride from Edinburgh to Dunvegan, Scotland " Way Back Home" (7:43), and the other is Guy Maddin’s deliriously inventive The Heart Of The World - Guy Maddin  (6:08), an expressionist, avant garde, machine-gun montage of 800 edits.  Both are supreme examples of sheer joy and elation.