Tuesday, March 13, 2012

It's Beautiful to be Ugly: A Reflection on the Truth, Beauty, and Relevance of Ugly Betty




They say beauty lies in the eye of the beholder. We, as people of the first world, have an incredibly narcissistic obsession with the concept of beauty. From L.A. to Paris to Germany young men and women faun over beauty and fashion magazines. Our particular American media also seems to think white men and women are the most beautiful based on the overt evidence of the bulk of our films and shows being led by white, beautiful men and women. Typically these characters are also heterosexual. This is the standard. Variations of the standard exist, but often in niche and cable networks, or if they are present on standard networks they quickly fall into offensive, one-dimensional stereotypes. So when ABC announced and premiered a show like Ugly Betty they were set for an uphill climb. Ugly Betty, a one-hour television program from ABC, is about Betty Suarez, a frumpy, latino, post-graduate girl from queens, who gets offered a job as the personal assistant of the editor-in-chief of major, but fictional, fashion magazine Mode. The scenario is classic fish-out-of-water set up. Betty, by most standard, is fairly unattractive, not to mention a tacky dresser, in a shallow, body obsessive world of fashion. From the get-go prospects for our leading lady are grim. I mean this both narratively and financially. Ugly Betty is the kind of show that can't exist. As a show it constantly fights to break down and comment on the racial, sexual, social, and economic barriers of our current American media landscape, which is not a good way to remain on air.

The style of Ugly Betty stands out instantly. As a show it takes on this quirky, colorful, almost surreal version of reality. Based on a Colombian telenovella this approach is understandable when one looks at the colorful over-the-top stylings of such programs. It does more than just harken to its source material though, it opens the world and writing to explore characters and topics in a way that a more straightforward approach would not allow. Controversial territory is more easily explored when the context of its exploration is doused in bright colors and wide eyes, but carried with a full heart that can never be questioned. When we meet characters like Marc, a flamboyant, gay personal assistant to the creative director, Wilhelmina Slater, he is an insanely over-the-top personality that in any other context might come off offensive, but when surrounded by a world of people acting the same he fits right in and feels real.

Ugly Betty's strength comes in how it treats its characters. Like Marc almost everyone exists in this heightened world. In fact what works so well is the fact that the show seems to purposefully set up stereotypes only to knock them down. Betty is the one grounded person in this world and seems to spend the following episodes grabbing those around her and pulling them into reality, showing them their own worth beyond their shallow facades. We see this in her rather odd friendship with Marc and Amanda, the two most narcissistic of Mode's employees, but over time Betty breaks down their walls and we see the pain and hurt and love and warmth in them. The show finds an almost beautiful obsession in humanizing even its villains, which seems to be the theme, that everyone is real and worthwhile even those who seem to be the most vile. It triumphs in starting each character as a shallow stereotype floating high in the sky like a balloon and by series end each of them being pulled down to earth to form a real, relatable, beautiful person. Each character seems set to defy the expectations presented against them and each seems to represent a certain kind of person we see everyday and box in with our own shallow definitions. There is the pretty bitch, the boy born with a silver spoon, the sassy gay, the power-hungry manipulative not-quite-top dog, and even Betty as the ugly duckling. We start the series with one feeling about each and end with a whole new reality.

These transformations and breakthroughs are already very brave, but one cannot discuss the show without exalting its sensitivity in its portrayal of Justin Suarez, Betty's gay nephew. At the outset of the show Justin is in the early phase of middle school, and at this early age, obsessed with fashion, unconcerned with sports, and lacking in the same urban attitude as his mother (Betty's sister Hilda), something is different about Justin from his fellow Queens inhabitants. As the show continues to unfold Justin's sexual struggle becomes a rather endearing one that never panders to melodrama, but instead remains one of the shows most grounded storylines. What kind of shocks me is that by the end of the fourth season Justin has his first kiss with a girl and then a boy followed by his first boyfriend, and yet there was no media hype about it, no one seemed to care about how beautifully and delicately this show examined the struggle of one boys journey to sexual realization. When Justin comes out to his family it isn't in some bloated overly dramatic sobfest, but in a rather sweet moment that caught me off guard with its sweetness. In a show many small character triumphs, this one remains its most touching and groundbreaking.

As for Betty her arc is one of victory, self-discovery, independence, and happiness. Interestingly enough, though, the show ends on a relatively controversial note in Betty's character. As stated above, this series was a celebration of all things unique about us as people including internal beauty as opposed to more superficial perspectives on beauty. As the season 4 of the series began we see Betty making a physical transformation, she plucks her eyebrows, changes her hair and even takes on a more conventionally fashionable approach to clothes. By series end she is downright beautiful in every way. Some might consider her physical change a betrayal of the shows theme, but I would argue against that. While those around her seem to obsess over beauty as a form of approval by those around, and as a mask to hide the inner ugly, Betty's outward beauty seems to grow from within. She even explains in an episode that change is part of growing up, and indeed thats what happens. She doesn't become a woman hinged on her appearance, she doesn't betray all that was good in her, she just grows up, dons more professionally appropriate clothing, and lets her inner beauty live on the outside too. I don't think thats wrong or against her nature, just a natural evolution of character.

When the curtain finally closes on Betty Suarez, her family, and her coworkers and friends at Mode, the only tears shed are those of joy and renewal. In continued defiance of contemporary norms in the media this gem of a show has one of the few legitimately happy endings in recent years. Even Wilhelmina, the show's "bad guy," gets her happy ending. What one learns from this show is that happiness, true happiness, can only be found when we lose our barriers, when we stop lying to the world about who we are what we want, when are vulnerable and true to ourselves and take chances. From this unwisely cancelled show was born a seed in me to find happiness, and stop listening to the lies of others to remain true to myself. Ugly Betty, for lack of a better phrase, has changed me and I believe it can change you. Give it a shot, you might be surprised.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Editors top 10 of 2011 Honorable Mention: The Help by Tate Taylor



By Dan Little

Looking over my top 10 it hit me that this year straight up sucked in terms of great straight drama...all of the should-be-great films that Oscar nominated are very "meh" inducing, except, and I am going to have my film degree postponed for saying this, The Help. Ok, ok, I get it. The Help isn't in black and white and silent, it doesn't deal with the very real pain of a dying loved one, it's not about some guy who changed baseball, nor is it about the pure love of cinema. The Help is a film many of us have seen before, but does that make it bad? No, because we have seen most stories told already, and surely we have seen each of the Best Picture 9 told in much better ways than their current incarnations, and that is why I believe The Help is so wonderful. Instead of trying to be bold, instead of flash and pizzaz this film goes back to a simpler style of filmmaking that tells a story and lets the actors wrestle with it. It has a message, but it never feels preachy; it has humor but it is not a comedy, likewise it has drama, but certainly isn't a drama. In the most generic of genre terms it is a period piece loaded with some of the best performances this year.
Meryl who? Whatsherface Close? No no, this year belongs to Viola Davis. Davis is an actress of true grace and strength. Recall a few years back when John Patrick Shanley had the great audacity to cast this relatively unknown woman in a role where not only did she have but 5 minutes of screen time, she was to share it with the screen legend Meryl Streep. This is a situation that would worry most any actress I would dare to say, but Shanley knew what he was doing to cast Davis. The minute she steps on screen Streep disappeared in a 5 minute blaze of acting glory. Here director Tate Taylor has the great insight and fortune to bring Davis back to the screen in an oscar prestige flick and give her an enormous amount of screen time. It is a disservice to the performances surrounding her to insist that she holds the film up on her own, but dear lord if she isn't the glue holding all those other fantastic performances together.
For those who have not seen the film, as I am sure most of my more snobby friends will have not, Davis plays a domestic maid in 1960s Mississippi where race relations are not as cordial as we find in contemporary Chicago. Davis is the maid of Elizabeth Leefolt, a white upper middle-class wife with nothing better to do than play bridge with her gal pals and ignore her daughter so Davis' Abileen may take care of her. The film follows Abileen and her friend and fellow maid Minny (a firecracker Octavia Spencer) as they endure the awful mental and emotional abuse that comes from years taking care of someone else's home and family while yours are far away across town, and you can't even use the same bathroom as the white folk. The story is populated by fiercely ignorant housewives led by Bryce Dallas Howard's Hilly Holbrook in her most scathingly venomous performance. We are also allowed the privilege of seeing some others who are not so ignorant which brings us to our vehicle for the story Emma Stone's Skeeter. Skeeter is a progressive, college educated woman who finds little in common with her snooze-fest Leave it to Beaver childhood lady friends and aspires to be a great writer. Through this desire she decides to write a tell-all book about the horrors the help must endure, thus our story. She befriends Minny and Abileen, though it takes some time and courage on all parts, and eventually squeezes some stories out of other maids. Stone is incredibly believable and endearing in this role, which despite its fixed point at the center, is less evolved as some of the other characters. The always delightful Allison Janney plays her sick mother in the way only Janney can. It is the other sympathetic white character, Celia Foote, whom I truly loved. Celia is played by Jessica Chastain, an actress who came out of nowhere this year with 5 remarkably diverse and well-received turns, plays Celia in such a way it really stole my heart. I got her. Her character is one that could easily fall to caricature and silliness, and dont get me wrong Celia does provide some of the bigger laughs, but she is not a cartoon. She is effervescent and loveable and earnest, and Chastain plays her with an unaffect paradoxical sense of grounded levity. I raise Chastain and Davis up as their roles both tiptoed on cautious edges of spoof, sentimentality, and severity, but both walked each role with grace, strength, and dignity.
So yes, The Help is what it is, and not much more, but if you see it you will understand why it is one of the most purely entertaining, incredibly moving, and undoubtedly best ensemble performance of the year.

Editors top 10 of 2011: #1. The Muppets by James Bobin



By Dan Little

I know what you are thinking. How in the world is this film better than Drive or Tree of Life or Melancholia? Quite frankly it isn't better, but I loved it more.

Back when Jim Henson first created a muppet, I don't think the man knew what he was on to. Could he have known that his creations would become the standard for entertainment puppetry? Could he also have known that few creations could and would be as widely and deeply loved as his? There isn't one person out there who could hear the song Rainbow Connection and not smile warmly at the memories accompanying it. Even fewer people would disagree that Miss Piggy and Kermit's relationship is one of the greatest "will they, wont they" tales in pop culture. Everyone remembers their first muppet movie or show, the first time they wondered what Gonzo was, and the first time they heard the "its time to play the music, its time to light the lights." The Muppets as a film seeks to remind us of those moments while bringing the whole of muppet culture to a new audience of kids. The film is cute, clever, touching, and all around wonderful. Every song, every performance, every cameo feels right and evokes that same sense of love, wonder, and ceaseless joy that the muppets have become synonymous with. I can't think of a film I loved more this year, and so you can call me a softy, you can criticize my choices, but in the end this is my number 1 of the year.

Editors top 10 of 2011: #2. Melancholia by Lars Von Trier



By Dan Little

O Lars, you big, brilliant, controversial buffoon of a filmmaker, look at the mess you are in. Relating to Hitler at Cannes? Really? You know the world has been just one step away from walking out your proverbial door right? Well thanks to some ignorant comments blown way out of proportion no one is recognizing your film at years end. O Lars.

Now to address you my dear, lovely, readers. There is something you must know about me as I top off this year end list. I used to be such an objective film viewer, my top 10s were always full of films of true objective greatness, but they were films I also knew I wouldn't be too keen on ever watching again. So over the years I have softened a bit, my top 10s are often mixed with films so great I can't get them out of my head and films I loved so dearly I know that I will watch them for years to come. On that note I want to say first and foremost that, despite its number 2 ranking on my list I assure you that this film is objectively the best film of the year.

Melancholia tells two intertwined stories on the brink of world's end. Two halves make up the whole of Melancholia, the first half titled "Justine", the second titled "Claire." The first part details the neurotic, sad, over-the-top wedding of Justine and her ill-fitting, well-meaning, loving, and handsome groom. Depression plagues Justine, she spends her wedding smiling and waving, but with a slight grimace and a deep emptiness in her eyes. Here Justine is played, no, embodied by Kirsten Dunst. Dunst has been a favorite of mine for awhile, she has a "girl next door" quality, but with an edge. She is not always a great actress on her own, but when paired with a great director this girl is a force of nature. Consider her roles when working under folks like Sofia Coppola or even Sam Raimi compared to her lovely, but vapid performance in a film like Bring it On (a film I love, so don't jump on me haters!). Justine steps out of her limo to become the first to notice a strange new star in the sky before she plays the part of new bride. Lots of things happen at the wedding and we get a clear sense that Justine is a broken soul, not long for this world if she has her say, but her older sister Claire, portrayed with maternal stability by Charlotte Gainsbourg, struggles to keep her afloat. The second half of the film takes place at the same mansion as the first, as it belongs to Claire and her husband John, a very strong Kiefer Sutherland, but this time the focus falls on Claire...kinda. The second half is meant to be Claire's story as the new star, a planet called Melancholia, hurdles towards earth and she fears end times while her sister lilts about in a depressed haze.

Despite the strength of Gainsbourg, Dunst steals the show with every scene. Dunst delivers the strongest performance this year after The Help's Viola Davis. She is surrounded by a cast of phenomenal talent, but no one else holds a candle to her in this film. This is what makes me so frustrated with Von Trier and the politics of awards. Because of some silly comments, Dunst has received no awards since Cannes for her performance. If Von Trier kept his mouth shut his film, and his actors could be sitting on a wealth of awards and acknowledgment, but I suppose he probably doesn't even care that much. Anyways back to the film.

Melancholia acts as a kind of book end to Malick's film. Both films are about the will of the cosmos in contrast to the will of man, both are fixated on the workings of a family, and both are captured in their own unique ways. The difference lies in content. Tree of Life is a film delivering a message, it offers hope. Melancholia isn't so concerned with hope, or at least not in the most traditional sense. It is a film that knows people are bad, life is lonely, and universe is big and daunting, but it also lingers in the relief of passing. The film seems to celebrate the adage "this too shall pass" to a rather devastating degree. Yet beauty still rests in that message in the same way that Tree of Life's message of the celebration of the minutiae and grandiosity of life contains beauty. Truth is beauty even if it is hard to swallow, and trust me this film is one hard pill to swallow, but worth every effort.

Editors top 10 of 2011: #3. Drive by Nicholas Winding Refn



By Dan Little

All I have is one word: Cool. If you don't get it then you clearly haven't seen this great cinematic gem and should stop reading and go rent it, torrent it, borrow it, or buy it. This film defines the cool of someone like Fonzy. It is sleek, sexy, full of smooth, cool performances, shot with such confidence and style, backed by a thumping abstract soundtrack all resulting in a movie that makes you feel so freakin' cool. I cannot use that word enough, nor do I think any other word does the film justice. This may be my shortest review, but I think you get why I love it so much, which is all you really need to know. Go see it.

Editors top 10 of 2011: #4. Tree of Life by Terrence Malick



By Dan Little

Every once in awhile a film comes along that defies easy explanation and categorization, and for Malick that seems to be every time he releases a film. Any viewer of Malick's work will tell you that explaining his narratives do no justice for the film experience he presents. His work falls closer to that poetry or a symphony than to filmmaking as most understand it. This notion has never been more true than with Tree of Life.

As the title of the film says, this is a film about life. It is about life big and small. Big bang to armageddon, birth to death. Tree of Life presents parallel narratives about the beginning of the universe in compliment to the every day life of a family in the 1950s. The film plays out in classic Malick form with very little dialogue and enormous amounts of internal monologue that plays like the diary of Sara Teasdale. These internal monologues are Malick's way of exploring some pretty deep concepts and allow us to peak into the inner psyches of his characters, but even that word "character" is hard to use when discussing Malick. His films contain people, but they are no so much character as they are ideas embodied. Brad Pitt plays a harsh patriarch, but more truly he is meant to be Nature. Jessica Chastain, who was so effervescent in The Help, plays a strong and noble mother protective of her boys, but really she is Grace. The oldest boy, played in youth by Hunter McCracken and in adulthood by Sean Penn, becomes the protagonist of sorts due to his identity as the audience, the layperson, seeking out which path we will walk in life, that of Grace or that of Nature. What makes the film so beautiful isn't so much this identifiable journey, as much as its conceit that neither path is wholly justified on its own. One must walk down both paths in life, nature to gain strength and will, and grace to receive love and compassion.

So Tree of Life has a beautiful story and concept with superb execution, but I would be lying if I didn't say the true stars of the film are the visuals. Malick works again with Emmanuel Lubezki to capture some breathtaking shots. Lubezki consistently tops most others in the biz with his unconventional style. He worked on Malick's previous effort, The New World, as well as Children of Men, a film he was robbed for when the Academy gave away their award to Pan's Labyrinth. Yet here Lubezki shows what he's really got. Every moment of the film is lush, beautiful, full of delight. You could pause this film at any moment, print the still and frame it, it is that beautiful. This in combination with Malicks direction, the music, and the grand ambition of the film make it one of the most sweeping, fascinating, occasionally frustrating, but always dazzling films of the year. It earned the Palme D'or at Cannes this year, an Academy Award nomination for Best Picture, and now a place on my year end top 10 list.

Editors top 10 of 2011: #5. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2



By Dan Little

It is all over. After years and years of waiting on bated breath, the whole thing is over. Ever since I was a wee tike in 5th grade who discovered the series three books deep, I have lived with great anticipation for the next installment. Every couple years a new book came along, and almost every year or so a new film. When the books finished a great wave of sadness washed over me that my journey with my beloved heroes had reached its conclusion. After being stuck in a funk for a few days I remembered I still had the movies, which after a weak first couple entries have been more hit (Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban) than miss (Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire) and that under Yates' consistent vision from the 5th film on the series was only getting better. So I took a deep breath and began to wait anxiously for each new film. Then it came. This past summer brought about a lot of things, but among them came the end of Harry. This was it, no more books, no more films, no more Harry.

It is hard to review a film that comes with so much emotional baggage and finds itself as part 8 of an enormous saga, but I shall do my best. I won't go into the story as everyone who is anyone at least has some minor grasp on the story. Here in part 8 is the thrilling climax, the battle for Hogwarts. This epic ending is filled with everything anyone could hope. From the minute the film opens all we have is pure action and character all fixed between dazzling special effects for which the series had become known. What truly amazed me was how beautifully the film managed to be incredibly action heavy yet never forget its roots in storytelling and character. After all we have seen films act as the climax to a series before as in X-men 3: The Last Stand, a film entirely built around a final action set piece, yet the film is bloated, weak, and the worst of the continuing series. Yet here is Harry, Ron, and Hermione and all their pals and we get it and we get the same antics as usual, but this time the stakes are higher, the effects better, the style more assured, and the end more poignant. What is there to say at this point that hasn't been said? This film probably could have been as bad as the Twilight saga and I still would have had it on this list, but thank God it actually is a great great film.