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The Dude most definitely “abided” in 2010. Read why I believe Jeff Bridges really tied 2010 together.
The Social Network is much easier to “like” than its protagonist. In a film that successfully fuses the energy of the 2008 poker flick 21 with the darkness of Oscar-winning Mozart biopic Amadeus, Facebook creator Mark Zuckerberg is depicted as a man smart enough to see everything but his own weaknesses. Unlike the world’s youngest billionaire, however, David Fincher’s masterpiece is flawless.
While Facebook is bringing people closer together than ever before, Zuckerberg has been a public enigma throughout most of the social media phenomenon that has defined my generation. This movie changes that, as Fincher and screenwriting icon Aaron Sorkin pull back the curtains on the revolutionary site’s Wizard of Awes.
Jesse Eisenberg will no longer be regarded as the poor man’s Michael Cera, as his portrayal of the Harvard genius will likely garner an Oscar nomination in February. The film’s star shines as a sort of Nerd Fonzie, blending creative and technological ambition with attitude.
Still, it’s Justin Timberlake who steals the show as Napster co-founder Sean Parker. JT, who was the only watchable element in 2006′s Alpha Dog (a movie that proved the pop icon has both stage and screen presence), delivers greatness as the puppeteer pulling Zuckerberg closer to financial heaven and personal hell. He also gets the last laugh, embodying the music industry’s equivalent of Zuckerberg. Napster nearly crippled the music biz, and Timberlake gets ironic payback by making its innovator the true villain within the story.
At its core, The Social Network is a movie about pursuing one’s dreams (How’s that for an Inception connection?). It will resonate with anyone who’s ever yearned to date their dream girl, get famous, or change the world. Whether or not Mark Zuckerberg did so at others’ expenses, we are all undeniably living his dream. The Social Network’s greatest achievement is revealing to us that every big dreamer still has nightmares.
In The Town, Ben Affleck successfully breaks into vaults and out of Matt Damon’s shadow. I’ve never been a big Affleck fan, but his latest directorial/starring role is a triumph. While most of Affleck’s previous acting work is quite forgettable (with the exception of his parts in Good Will Hunting and Boiler Room), he is quickly becoming Boston’s answer to New York directors Spike Lee and Marty Scorsese.
While The Town takes place near the setting of Gone Baby Gone (Affleck’s critically-acclaimed directorial debut), it stays exciting and original throughout. An excellent supporting cast (with standouts Jon Hamm, Rebecca Hall, Chris Cooper, Jeremy Renner, Blake Lively, & Pete Postlethwaite) keeps the acting pressure off of the film’s lead, while giving audiences a dramatic view into a small breeding ground for many big-time criminals.
As a writer/director, Affleck has never shied away from his Boston roots. The Town takes this to another level. With a climactic heist scene in none other than Fenway Park (an instant classic rivaling the final bank job in Heat), the movie literally swings for the fences. It’s a homerun.
While Ben Affleck has frequently been mocked for not having as much cinematic credibility as Matt Damon (his former writing partner), it appears he’s found his niche. Ben Affleck…auteur? How do you like Dem apples?
In one week, I’ll be returning to the Inception-like dream world that is college. Although I’m eager to be back at my second home, thinking about the upcoming year has put my mind in a Leo DiCaprio-like limbo.
While I’m stoked for what’s coming, it’s hard to remain in the moment. There’s no escaping the reality that this is my Syracuse University Farewell Tour, and no science fiction subplot can hide the fact that my future has never been closer to the now.
College is essentially one enormous “pre-game” that helps make your cultural, intellectual, and social integration into the real world less awkward. I still feel like an incoming freshman at heart, but no college kegger can compare to the wild party I’m about to join – a true “rager” called life.
Nevertheless, with only two semesters until graduation, I’ll strive to work and play harder than ever. Balancing academic responsibilities with the freedom from other demands is the best way to make these last months as exciting and memorable as my first days (back when I was a naive, orange lanyard-wearing neophyte in Brewster Hall).
College is also a place for students to pursue their life’s dreams in a dream-like atmosphere. The idea that “anything is possible” applies more here than anywhere else (except for maybe inside Christopher Nolan’s head). While there are differences between dreaming while awake and asleep, our conscious goals and subconscious fantasies have much in common. We all want to visualize our happy dreams coming to fruition without interruption or nightmare. We also want to make discoveries along the way.
With this in mind, I’m excited to embrace new challenges, relationships, and ideas before my Syracuse dream comes to an end. I plan on “Carpe Diem-ing” my way through new experiences, while also making time for familiar friends and routines (as well as few Keystone Lights).
Although I’m starting the year with a positive outlook, I’m concerned that I won’t be able to accomplish everything I’ve set out to do in (and after) college. Dreaming big could ultimately set you up for big disappointments. I also realize that my determination alone may not be enough. While hard work can get you an A (at least in “Living Writers” class), it cannot guarantee success and fulfillment down the road. Still, there is no better time to explore the depths of our own curiosities and desires.
While my childhood dreams were shaped in Long Island’s Nassau County, my hopes for adulthood have been molded here in Onondaga. Syracuse University has provided me with liberation from adolescence, as well as a bridge to my life’s true journey. While a Magellan GPS can’t help anyone arrive at a rewarding personal destination, maybe dreams can.
Inception, Hollywood’s biggest summer hit, teaches us the importance of adapting to life’s changes. With big changes on my horizon, I was moved by the idea that we are better served confronting our realities than looking for more convenient (or in the movie’s case, imaginative) escapes. Still, it’s beneficial to note how the blockbuster film also shows us that dreaming is often breathtaking, confusing, emotionally charged, and unpredictable. Sounds a lot like real life to me.
Mel Gibson may be a raging fool, but he also happens to be a genius. While the American Australian actor, director, and producer is feeling the heat this week for his starring role in the most career-damaging tape recordings since Nixon’s Watergate scandal, one can abhor the man without abstaining from enjoying his work.
Sure, Gibson’s phone recordings are alarming, but they certainly shouldn’t be surprising. For years, we’ve known this man is batshit, and while he may now appear crazier than his character in Lethal Weapon, there’s nothing wrong with still being a fan of this artist’s art.
While Gibson’s vulgar ranting makes Alec Baldwin’s infamous 2007 voicemail sound like a Joel Osteen sermon, this wouldn’t stop me from watching a film with Mad Max’s name in the credits. I don’t believe there’s anything shameful about exploring the work of a shameful individual. Of course, most filmgoers don’t share my position, as Gibson’s career and reputation are now dead (or at best, on life support).
Sure, I’m angered by this former icon’s arrogance, ignorance, alleged violent tendencies, and overt racism/sexism/anti-semitism, but I’m also disappointed that Gibson has blown his opportunity for future professional triumphs. Some troubled celebrities have continued to succeed after overcoming seemingly insurmountable personal woes (including the resilient, public-relations nightmare Charlie Sheen), but I can’t foresee another Braveheart or Apocalypto (two of the most ambitious and awe-inspiring films ever produced) hitting theaters anytime soon. Heck, the only thing less likely than another studio-financed Gibson epic would be a sequel to What Women Want.
I’ve frequently written about the “power of celebrity” and how America should hold its stars to higher standards. Still, I think the line between entertainers’ public and private lives needs to be stretched. We often confuse actors with the larger-than-life characters they portray, distorting our cultural values. TMZ may be entertaining, but it certainly isn’t interesting, and our obsession with stars’ “everyday” lives only sets us up for disappointment when we realize they are as flawed and fragile as the rest of us.
I often wonder if celebrities themselves lose track of their surroundings and remain in character when they’re away from their set. After all, wasn’t 24′s Kiefer Sutherland recently arrested for headbutting/”Jack Bauering” a fashion designer? Didn’t Christian Bale verbally “terminate” a crew member during a 2008 T:4 shoot?
If you listen closely to the Mel Gibson tapes, you’ll hear that he sounds a lot like a cross between his roles in Hamlet, Conspiracy Theory, and The Patriot (with a little Darth Vader added in). Essentially, Mel was just being who we knew him to be- the intense renegade we always loved to watch fight back on-screen. Only this time, unbenownonst to Gibson, it was real.
To be perfectly clear, I’m not defending Mel Gibson’s actions. I’m only trying to understand how an individual with so much to lose can throw it all away. For someone who once brought people so much joy, the fallen star has truly earned the masses’ animosity (while NBA icon Lebron James has taken fair criticism for his egotistical “Decision,” Gibson’s actions were significantly more offensive and help put things in perspective).
While I could care less about Gibson’s image, I do want to protect his artistic legacy. Like the auteur himself, Gibson’s projects have often been controversial, unconventional, and uncompromising. Society may deserve better public influences, but cinema certainly needs more like Mel Gibson.