Showing posts with label norman reedus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label norman reedus. Show all posts

Tuesday, 10 February 2015

Review: 'Hello Herman' (2012)

When I take a liking to an actor who already has an established body of work, I like to go back and watch it. This used to be extremely difficult - not only were you reliant on magazines to find an actor's filmography, the local video shop probably wouldn't have anything older than a couple of years and you would either have to shell out and buy a copy, not knowing whether the film was any good or not, or trawl the Radio Times each week as I did, hoping one of the four (later five) main terrestrial channels would be showing it. These days, you can have an actor's entire filmography in front of you in a matter of seconds and be watching something from it moments later, thanks to "on demand" and streaming services like Netflix. Or you can ask your mate "Nigel (1)". In addition, there's YouTube and other video sharing sites. Sometimes you have to put up with appalling quality, or sound, or watch a film in ten or so separate instalments. Occasionally you come across a good quality one - in full... and have to put up with Spanish subtitles. It was in this latter capacity that I watched 'Hello Herman'.

'Hello Herman' stars The Walking Dead's Norman Reedus. And, I confess, that was my primary motivation for watching it. There's a few things of his I would like to watch, but the vast majority of his back catalogue isn't available through any of the legitimate streaming services I subscribe to. Perhaps due to the fact they are mainly independent films which had a limited enough release when they were new. His appearances in the more mainstream films which are available through those services tend to be brief - sometimes limited to one scene - although I haven't regretted watching any of those films because of that (2).

In 'Hello Herman' he takes a leading role. He plays a journalist, Lax, who is invited by the titular Herman to tell his side of the story: in which he burst into his high school and shot a number of his fellow students. As Lax interviews Herman through his video camera, we are shown a series of flashbacks depicting the events in Herman's life that led up to the shooting and the lengths that it appears Lax is willing to go to for a good story. These little insights raise a lot of questions... and we are given very few answers.

'Hello Herman' garnered some terrible reviews. It's a rotten tomato (3). Most of the bad reviews seem to focus on the fact the film doesn't offer answers to the difficult questions it poses, although even these tend to praise both Reedus' performance and that of Garrett Backstrom, who plays Herman. This is not a negative review. I loved it.

Vanity Fair's Sam Kashner called it "a powerful and important work, a darkly brilliant tone poem about America's tango with violence and fame." Danny Miller of MSN movies described it as "a powerful film that should be required viewing for adolescents everywhere". 'Hello Herman' reminded me of two other equally controversial films - albeit ones with significantly better ratings on the tomato-ometer - which addressed similar subject matters, namely 'We Need to Talk About Kevin (2011) and American History X (1998). I've spent a little time trawling through the reviews for all three and it has struck me that much of the criticism levied at 'Hello Herman' was hurled at these two films as well - that they're just controversial, that they don't really explain the characters' motivations, that they fail to reach any sort of satisfactory conclusion. I think the reviewers who say this have missed the point. The point of films like this, isn't to offer answers - fuck, if a film could offer us the answers to problems like this we'd be laughing! That's not the role of films like this, their job is merely to get us to think about the problem, to ask the questions that we don't dare to, not to provide the answers.

The director of 'Hello Herman', Michelle Danner, responded to its critics on the film's official website, explaining that her motivation for making the film was "to start the conversation". She noted that, after each school shooting that America endures, "nothing changes."

Another film 'Hello Herman' reminded me of was 'Bowling for Columbine' (2002), Michael Moore's compelling documentary about the Columbine High School massacre in 1999. The thing which has stuck with me the most about that film is simple numbers: America has the highest level of gun violence in the world, but likes to blame anything but the prevalence of guns for this. Some recent stories that have resulted in me agreeing with Piers Morgan (4) include:






And in the midst of all this, Donald Trump suggested that the victims of the Charlie Hebdo shootings in France - which has strict gun control - might "have had a fighting chance" if they'd had guns... twat (5).

'Hello Herman' doesn't take an anti-gun stance. It doesn't seek to blame bullying, video games, the Internet or any of the other things that seem to have led up to Herman's violent, fatal outburst. It presents them as pieces of the bigger picture that so many who have seen it and spoken so negatively about it seem to have missed. But, as I said, even they recognised that incredible performance by Norman Reedus.

'Hello Herman' was shot in 2011 whilst Reedus was on a break from filming The Walking Dead. He said that the film's subject matter "struck a chord" with him as the father of a then ten-year-old son. His performance is beautifully understated and naturalistic. Now, I've read an interview in which Reedus implies he took acting lessons before starting work on this film - Michelle Danner is also an acting coach (6). If I hadn't already watched his debut. 'Floating' (1997) earlier in the day, I might have just believed that he did perhaps need them given that, prior to seeing these two films, the only film I'd watched where he'd had anything like that substantial a role was the lamentable 'Messengers 2' (2009) (7). I did have to laugh at one review though. It said "he's given many opportunities to squint and look troubled," which reminded me of something Reedus said himself: "when I first started acting, I was really insecure. I glared at a lot of people... somehow that scowl has turned into an acting career." Start as you mean to go on, they say. If it ain't broke don't fix it, they say. His performance - debut performance - in 'Floating' is similarly understated. It's a lovely little film and, whilst it doesn't have anything new to say about teenage angst that wasn't said in every film about teenage angst that preceded it, it handles the (unsurprising) revelation of one character's homosexuality particularly deftly, with a subtlety that very few of those other films did.

I digress. 'Hello Herman' struck a chord with me. One review I read said it's the sort of film that stays with you and I have been thinking about it pretty much constantly since I saw it. It's not just the subject matter, it's not Norman Reedus' performance - Garrett Backstrom as Herman is simply mesmerising and Michelle Danner's turn as his mother is also very good. The film is set "in the not too distant future" and the interview footage and flashbacks are interspersed with satirical news footage, which reminded me of 'Starship Troopers' (1997), which is also severely misunderstood and lambasted as a result (8). The soundtrack is also rather fabulous, with Olivia Faye's 'You Didn't See Me' and Adam Whittington's 'Make the World Love Again' catchy exit music earworms both conveying the film's anti-bullying message in a sweet, positive way that - perhaps surprisingly - doesn't feel at odds with the otherwise dark tone of the film they close out.

In doing the little bit of background research that I did for this post, I discovered the film was a total box office bomb. That's a shame. I hope it develops a cult following. It might take years for people to properly 'get' it, like it did 'Starship Troopers', but it deserves to. Despite the lack of answers, the anti-bullying message is clear. It's the sort of film that should be shown in schools to make kids think about the potential impact of their behaviour on their peers, but I have a sneaking suspicion the people in charge of deciding such things will decide that it's too violent, too controversial, that our children aren't capable of seeing it as a thinkpiece and will just go out and copy it. Those are probably the same people who blamed Marilyn Manson for Columbine. Manson was asked by Michael Moore what he would say to the Columbine shooters if he had the chance. He said "I wouldn't... I would listen to what they have to say, and that's what no-one did." There's a wonderful sequence in 'Hello Herman' where Herman is describing his favourite film, 'Kids' (1995), to Lax. It was an equally controversial film featuring a group of young people doing the sort of thing parents don't want (or, as Herman points out, don't want to know) their kids do, like have unprotected sex and do drugs. He comments that that's "really what it's like". Lax reminds him the film was set in the 1990s and Herman says that "kids are like that all over... we always do what you think we're incapable of doing until you notice us" - the film's other obvious message is that parent's need to connect with their children. For me, that's not about telling kids what to do, or what not to do. It's about listening to what they have to say. 'Hello Herman' is a film that has something to say and it's definitely worth listening to.




Note:

I don't do star ratings or marks out of ten. I have tried to rate films in this way in the past. I found myself having to go back and change them all the fucking time as I watched ones that eclipsed all those I'd seen previously either in terms of brilliance or sheer fucking awfulness. It now feels wrong to me to compare things that are completely different in terms of tone and content on the same arbitrary sliding scale. Whilst I may draw comparisons to other films I have seen it's solely to point out similarities, not to judge quality.


Footnotes:

(1) Unless you are Nigel... naughty Nigel....

(2) With the exception of Pandorum. It's fucking shit.





(7) I don't mean to be overly critical of Norman Reedus' performance in this film - I'd slap anyone who tried suggest he must've used Cuprinol instead of aftershave - but it's nevertheless an utter turd of a film and his best efforts in its better moments can't stop him being dragged back into the shitty abyss by the next ridiculous scene. It somehow feels horribly disloyal to say that but the other four films I've seen since (including the two I've mentioned above) have proved to me that this was an inexplicable blip on an otherwise impressive CV, which includes his brief turn in '8MM' (1999) where he owns the screen whilst Nicolas Cage just stands there like part of the scenery.

Tuesday, 20 January 2015

Fangirling

'Fangirling' wasn't a word back when every available flat surface or my bedroom was covered in posters (yes, even the ceiling - until a particularly large one fell down on me in the middle of the night, then it was only every available flat vertical surface), but I think that fits the definition. The primary objects of my teenage desires tended to be actors or musicians with any combination of shaggy hair/ sexy eyes (usually blue)/ fuzzy chin/ muscular arms/ tattoos and they remain so to this day.


Whenever I come across an actor I like (irrespective of whether I have a crush on them) I like to view their back catalogue. Thanks to the Internet, you can have an actor's complete filmography in front of you in a matter of seconds and, thanks to streaming services like Netflix, be watching something from it in under a minute. As someone who tends to remember faces but is terrible with names it's a godsend - no more "where have I seen him before?" and having to trawl through my entire video library before eventually finding the one he'd been in like I had to as a teenager. This has, unfortunately, resulted in me watching some fucking awful films. It's a good job I have a fondness for bad horror films (1) because an alarmingly high number of these films have belonged to the horror genre - it seems a lot of actors start out in horror (2). It has also mean I've happened across some really good films I might not otherwise have watched were it not for the fact the actor I like is featured in them - sometimes only very briefly (3).


I've had a crush on David Tennant since I was fifteen, when he played Campbell in Takin' Over the Asylum, although I didn't watch much of the television he did after that until he appeared in the first episode of the 2000 remake of Randall and Hopkirk (Deceased) that starred Vic Reeves and Bob Mortimer. He then dropped off my radar again until five years later, when I have a very clear memory of seeing a trailer for Casanova and, wide-eyed, heart a-flutter, exclaiming "Campbell!" at the television and, quite literally, swooning. It wasn't long after this that he became the ninth actor to play The Doctor.

Doctor Who was one of my favourite television programmes as a child. When I started watching it, the Doctor was played by Tom Baker but, perhaps due to my tender age at the time, the one I remember most vividly is Sylvester McCoy - I was just ten when the series ended. It was a huge part of my childhood, forming the basis for many a lively conversation on the bus to the pool for swimming lessons (it aired the night before) and playground game. It also terrified me - I have a very clear recollection of being too scared to walk alone down our long, narrow hallway so I could go upstairs to use the loo after watching an episode of the 1987 story 'Paradise Towers', about a futuristic tower block with corridors patrolled by robotic killing machines called 'Cleaners' (4). When the BBC first announced they were making a new series, I instantly thought of that awful 1996 film that starred Paul McGann, which I'd hated because it was far too slick and polished - my Doctor Who was all about the wobbly sets, bad guys in rubber suits and bad visual effects. I was very wary. But I watched it anyway - I don't feel qualified to criticise things I haven't seen. And I thought it was fucking awesome. And then it was announced that David Tennant would be taking over as the Ninth Doctor.

David was an amazing Doctor. He was a huge fan of Doctor Who when he was growing up and it's so obvious from his performance that he thoroughly enjoyed making it. He brought such incredible energy and enthusiasm to the role and was simply a joy to watch. I was devastated when he left and I really couldn't see how that "funny-looking kid" (for that's what I called him then) Matt Smith would ever be able to fill his Converse. Some of my female friends stopped watching it. The doubts I had about Matt proved to be completely wrong. He was brilliant. Still funny-looking in my eyes but he made the role his own and I loved his Doctor to bit. One of my female friends didn't think he was funny-looking, she thought his was flippin' gorgeous. When Peter Capaldi was named as his replacement I remember her complaining that the Doctor shouldn't be played by "some old ugly bloke!" Women like her give fangirls a bad name - she doesn't watch Doctor Who any more since Matt left. Me? I was just as excited about this casting as I was about David Tennant's. Mainly because of this:


There's something about these Doctor Who fanboys that makes them excellent Doctors.


When I told my husband I'd been watching The Walking Dead he recalled how much I'd hated before. I really can't explain why I disliked it so much the first time I watched it. It completely baffles me, given just how much I love it now (5). Second time around it hooked me right from the start. It's so raw and visceral, action-packed, exciting edge-of-your-seat stuff and the characters are so well written and portrayed - you really do care about what happens to them so, when it's something bad, it's emotionally affecting too. Oh and...it isn't exactly short on eye candy (6).

Norman Reedus plays Daryl Dixon in The Walking Dead. Daryl doesn't appear in the first episode at all and Reedus is only a supporting cast member throughout the first season (7). Season One Daryl isn't particularly likable. He's stubborn, selfish, immature and quick-tempered. During Season Two he is angry, emotionally closed and isolates himself from the others. Although he shows kindness towards Carol when her daughter first disappears, he rebuffs her efforts to bring him back to the group later on and, although he demonstrates loyalty to the group, he shows he is willing to take extreme, violent measures to protect them. In Season Three he is much calmer and has reintegrated with the rest of the group, but his loyalties are tested with the unexpected return of his brother. The Season Three episode 'Home' marks a significant turning point for Daryl, and it is the events of this episode that saw him become my favourite character. It was also the point at which I realised I had a massive crush on Norman Reedus. It was that scene on the bridge that did it, and what follows immediately after - Daryl saves a Mexican family with a baby by taking out a bunch of walkers almost single-handedly (fangirling - oh my God does he look hot in that sequence!), then he stands up to his brother for the first time in his life before being forced to reveal some truly heartbreaking information about his past:

During an argument with his brother, Daryl's shirt is ripped, revealing scars on his back from the abuse he suffered (8) at the hands of their father. This also reveals a large tattoo on his right shoulder. I Googled to see whether it was real or just make-up for the character: it's real, he has several. So... referring back to the beginning of this post we have: shaggy hair - check, sexy eyes - check, fuzzy chin - check, muscular arms - check, and tattoos - check. Hence my massive crush on Norman Reedus. I am now thirty-six years old though, and my husband won't let me cover our bedroom walls with posters - spoilsport (9). So I have this on my desk instead.

It's not just me. When I mentioned this to one of my co-workers she got quite excited, started breathing heavily and said, and I quote, "Daryl... I'm in love!" It does seem that Daryl's fans are a rather, ahem, passionate bunch...


"If Daryl dies, we riot" is their catchphrase, apparently. Therefore I don't feel I can class myself as one of "Dixon's Vixens". Because I know that if/ when that happens; I will just bawl my fucking eyes out. I will probably swear at the TV. I will definitely tweet that I am bawling my fucking eyes out and swearing at the TV... lol. But I'll carry on watching next episode or next Season, as I have carried on watching Doctor Who, and enjoy watching him do other stuff.

I am a little embarrassed that I deliberately sought out the films Norman had worked on before The Walking Dead that I had already seen and only half-remembered him from. I even put myself through Pandorum (2009) again - only up until his character's death, which happens pretty early on, because by then I'd remembered just how fucking bad that film is (10). My husband instantly recognised Norman as 'Scud' from Blade II (2002). Watching that one back was funny because it quickly dawned on me that I had rather fancied him at the time... how did I seemingly forget this? And why did I not notice it before then? That's probably something I can't answer, I'm just sorry I didn't. I might have had more chance of catching him in some of the more obscure things he's done that aren't so easy to come by.

When I watch a film I've already seen I like to read the trivia and goofs sections on the IMDb. In the trivia section for Gossip (2000) it says that Norman Reedus created his artist character's artwork himself. That's interesting. I have a tendency to browse the Internet in a 'Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon' sort of way, this piece of trivia led me to Norman's IMDb profile, then to his Wikipedia page, then to his official website, then to his Twitter (obviously, I followed), which led me to his Instagram. I don't follow people on Instagram unless I like the pictures they post. I really like his. His feed is a fascinating mix of incredibly beautiful scenic shots, selfies, cat-ography, behind-the-scenes snaps from the set of the The Walking Dead, photos of his son (11), fan art and random pictures of some seriously. weird. shit. Weird shit his fans have sent to him. He seems to get sent a lot of weird shit. He's only got himself to blame: It seems Norman likes collecting souvenirs from the projects he's worked on and the places he's visited and his taste in souvenirs is... unusual. I mean, what could be more unusual than keeping a bag full of your co-star's beard clippings in your fridge (12)? Although I get the distinct impression from his social media that he is sometimes embarrassed and overwhelmed by the level of attention he receives, he is thankful and humble and there are times when he clearly revels in it and shamelessly baits his fangirls. Last year, Norman published a book of some of the fan art he's received and called it 'thanksforalltheniceness'. He sent signed copies to the fans whose artwork was featured. Sweet, right? But he was also asked in an interview "How do you fight off all the groupies?" and responded, "I try not to." Shameless fangirl baiting. He also posted this picture on his Instagram. There is no way he did not notice. There was also this. Utterly shameless fangirl baiting. I love it. And I'm happy to take the bait ;)




Footnotes:

(1) There are exceptions. Like Messengers 2: The Scarecrow (2009), which is just a terrible, terrible film.

(2) http://bloody-disgusting.com/editorials/3328512/11-famous-actors-got-start-horror/

(3) The Notorious Bettie Page (2005), Cadillac Records (2008), Pawn Shop Chronicles (2013), and Stretch (2014) all feature Norman Reedus in roles of increasing brevity, the latter consisting of a tiny cameo as "himself". I confess I only watched them because they came up when I searched for him on my streaming service (sadly, so did Messengers 2...) but it turned out there were many more reasons for me to enjoy them, and I enjoyed them all immensely.

(4) I know. But, at the time, they were fucking terrifying:




(5) I can only assume I wasn't thinking straight at the time - I was suffering with a horrible combination of post-traumatic stress and post-natal depression following the birth of my son.

(6) Don't misinterpret this statement. Though I can appreciate the visual appeal of most of the male case members, Norman Reedus is the only one who really does it for me.

(7) He has gone from being a supporting cast member to second billed in the opening credits. Now that's an exponential increase in popularity!

(8) With this shocking revelation, Daryl suddenly made sense to me. A lot of his personality traits - even the negative ones - are ones I recognise in myself. I know a lot of them come from having being abused as a child myself. Like Daryl, my abuser was someone who should have been responsible for my care (although not a relative), and it was never dealt with at the time. It's something I've never really tried to deal with since, something I hid - I suppose in a way I'm lucky that, unlike Daryl, I bear no physical scars. When I realised what was being revealed in that scene it brought it all back to me. It sounds corny, but watching Daryl start to come to terms with his past abuse has helped me start to come to terms with what happened to me. This probably explains why I feel such a strong connection to this particular character, and why I bawl like a frightened child whenever I see Daryl cry.

(9) I even offered to let him put up posters of the famous ladies he likes on his wall - and he's got more wall space that I have given mine has a fucking great window in it - and he still refused. He did buy me a poster of David Tennant as the Doctor which I hung on the door to the cupboard under the stairs though (the only reason it's not there any more is because it kept falling down - fucking Blu Tack - and got ripped) so there's hope yet.

(10) See also, Mimic (1997), although I did at least manage to make it to the end of that one and, to be fair, it was better than I had remembered. But still not great.

(11) I've never seen a picture of Norman Reedus as a child but the pictures he's shared of his son make me think that if he ever did I would probably think that he, like Adele, has actually cloned himself. Mind you, people look at my son and say it looks like I've cloned myself....

(12) I know famous people have some ridiculous stuff written about them, and you would be forgiven for thinking this is one of those things, because it's so weird, but it's trueI'm sitting here writing that that's weird but I also have a bag of someone else's hair - the clippings from my son's first haircut. I know a lot of parents keep a lock of their child's hair from their first haircut but not all of the hair like I have. And definitely not in a bag. I don't keep it in the fridge though....