Now that Miramax is very close to extricating itself from the
clutches of Disney, it's a good time to marvel at how Harvey and Bob
Weinstein managed to turn a low-budget distribution company into,
let's face it, a major studio obsessed with eviscerating filmmakers
and pursuing Oscars. But before I enumerate its well-publicized
faults, let's rehash history by celebrating its virtues. Miramax has
inarguably stoked America's curiosity in foreign fare and quirky,
independent filmmaking. From the moment Miramax bought 1989 Sundance
Film Festival darling Sex, Lies and Videotape, the company
absolutely changed the face of Hollywood, from the films that are
greenlit, to the way those films are marketed. They had a major impact
in steering pop culture away from the empty calories of Top
Gun and Rambo and towards more rewarding films like
early efforts My Left Foot, Reservoir Dogs, and
The Crying Game. Later, the success of Miramax forced the
major studios to create specialty divisions, like Fox Searchlight and
Paramount Classics. In effect, Miramax proved that smaller, higher-
quality films could be marketed with the same muscle, and reach as
wide an audience, as any soulless blockbuster.
But, just as
network news imploded when executives realized that news could be
profitable, the Miramax philosophy began to show weakness once it
started expecting big profits and demanding multiple Oscars from films
built to be small. Indeed, like a wolf that has just acquired a taste
for blood, Harvey's Oscar upset in 1998, when Shakespeare in
Love beat Saving Private Ryan for Best Picture, turned
shifting priorities into a bull-in-a-china shop corporate strategy.
The brothers would attend film festivals and buy films solely
to keep them from being bought by another distributor. Harvey began
earning his Harvey Scissorhands nickname by snatching movies from
their creators, locking them out of the edit bay, and making changes
(only Harvey could alienate Martin Scorsese like he did on Gangs
of New York). Come Oscar season, they would quickly and sometimes
cruelly abandon films that didn't look like a contender, while
throwing lavish parties and buying full color ad pages for marginal
films that were deemed their best shot at an Academy Award. In 2001, I
attended the premiere and after-party for In The Bedroom, a
bracing drama that still smacked of Miramax desperately riding their
chosen horse, shoving it down the throats of Academy voters. Movies
manufactured with the sole and transparent purpose of winning Oscars
(like Cold Mountain) are never as good as movies made with
the sole purpose of being a good movie.
But despite all the
great films they've released (and make no mistake, they've released
many terrific movies), Miramax has a very specific and very troubling
tendency. They take foreign films and lighter, more artistically
brittle movies (many by foreign directors) and sand them down to make
them acceptable to mainstream American audiences. Films like The
Shipping News and Chocolat are bland fables calculated
to go down easier in Boise, Idaho. The Cider House Rules,
Like Water for Chocolate, and Life is Beautiful seem
devoid of real emotion and replaced by a less sophisticated form of
pre-mixed, instant oatmeal emotion. Miramax has a good track record
championing difficult fare, especially films that parent company
Disney was loathe to release (for instance Kids,
Dogma, Priest, and especially Fahrenheit
911, which Disney forced Miramax to dump. Lions Gate picked it up
and helped make it the highest grossing documentary ever made.). But
when they get their hands on smaller movies with Oscar potential, like
Il Postino or Ararat, there is something
Americanized and phony about them. They become greeting card movies.
On the Miramax mixing board, the "enchanting" knob goes to
11.
One of Miramax's better recent releases that nevertheless
exhibited signs of this phenomenon is Finding Neverland, the
story of how Scottish novelist JM Barrie created the character Peter
Pan. The film is charmingly well-realized by German-born director Marc
Forster (Monster's Ball). And Oscar nominee Johnny Depp is
also quite good, even if it's his most workmanlike and least
interesting performance. In the film, early 20th century author
Barrie befriends widow Sylvia Llewelyn Davies (Kate Winslet) and her
four sons. Barrie, having lost a brother when he was a youngster, sees
in these kids the sibling camaraderie he never had. He begins to spend
excessive amounts of time with Sylvia and her boys, to the detriment
of his marriage to Mary (Radha Mitchell). The boys' imagination and
childlike glee inspire him to create Peter Pan, his greatest and most
enduring work.
Finding Neverland is a bright and
sweet movie with a central point that can never be overstated: you
have to grow old, but you don't have to grow up. It's a film to savor,
as long as you don't remind yourself of what's not being said. The
movie never tackles its two most obvious subjects: did Barrie have any
sinister designs on the children and did he have an affair with
Sylvia? In the Miramax tradition, this seems like a conspiratorial
attempt to ignore some difficult questions, lest we lose any of the
film's Oscar-baiting charm and winsomeness. Indeed, dramatizing the
actual events would be quite un-Disney-like; scholars contend that
after Sylvia's death, Barrie altered her will so he could take custody
of the boys. Also, two of the brothers eventually committed suicide.
But Finding Neverland ignores the grit and goes for
the soft approach. It takes a sliver of Barrie's psyche and expands on
it, ignoring everything around it. There's really nothing wrong with
that (especially when pulled off this wonderfully), but it does play
into the company's previously enumerated faults. Like most Miramax
movies of this type, it's intended to hypnotize the audience into a
state of bliss; it floats six inches above the grass, eyes closed,
smile on its face. And I'll be the first to admit, it's a pretty
magical place to be for 101 minutes. But when you start to wonder
about the willfully overlooked implications of its story, just close
your eyes again and smile. Harvey would want it that way.
The Video: How Does The Disc Look?
I can't
remember the last time a DVD transfer so annoyed me. Artificial
looking and slightly washed out, the transfer was troublesome enough
to take me out of the movie. And this is a terrific film, so it's
doubly dispiriting. Granted, the picture is clean, with no print flaws
or dirt. And the color palette is moderately wide, ranging from the
somber browns of the Barrie's home to the more vivid greens of the
park that he and the boys play in. Black levels were very good, but
shadow detail suffered in low-lit scenes, exposing some grain. The
troublesome part is there's a digital artificiality to the picture
that I didn't like at all. Faces seemed too smooth and flat and some
of the more vibrant colors looked less than real. Detail was okay, but
seemed a victim of this forced sheen. The fantasies sequences faired
much better, looking terrific. Overall, the 2.35:1 anamorphic transfer
was scrubbed down to a fine shine, which is exactly the problem. It's
so clean, it looks fake.
The Audio: How Does The Disc
Sound?
The Dolby Digital 5.1 track shows nice
separation and action in the front, but not much in the back. Dynamic
range is average; the lower-end is never put through its paces, while
the upper range (especially the Oscar winning score) sounds clean and
sharp and never brittle. The side channels mainly support the front,
with various sound effects and lines of dialogue their main
contribution. Dialogue is easy to understand. Barrie and his wife
sometimes talk in low, whispery tones but they're never hard to hear.
The fantasy sequences give the mix its only chance to shine. And it
sounds much more aggressive and enveloping then the rest of the mix
(which makes thematic sense, since Barrie's interior life is more
dynamic than his real life). It's a natural-sounding, quality mix that
never overachieves.
There are also Spanish 5.1 and French 5.1
tracks, plus English, Spanish and French subtitles.
Supplements: What Goodies Are There?
Some
of these extras are so light and fluffy you can use the DVD as a
pillow.
Director Marc Forster, producer Richard Gladstein, and
writer David Magee sit down for an informative and conversational
audio commentary. They're quite honest regarding what
liberties were taken to make Barrie's life cinematically doable. They
also talk of improvisation, which was so tastefully achieved that
nothing in the film looks remotely improvised. They also make the
startling admission that the title Finding Neverland was one
of many they considered and was hardly their favorite.
The Magic of Finding Neverland starts
with a voice over narrator who says, in his most stentorian voice,
"join us as we travel behind the scenes . . ." a line that
DVD intelligencia can roughly translate as "here's a studio fluff
piece that blows." At first we learn that the original Peter Pan
remains "one of the most enchanting and magical stories of all
time." Johnny Depp calls it a "work of pure genius."
Wow! The things you learn on DVD documentaries. There are some vintage
sketches of Peter, which are pretty terrific, and there are also
stills from the original London production, which are great to freeze
frame and check out. The filmmakers are all interviewed, but they have
very little to say. Here's my major bone, however: there's a nice long
clip from Johnny's Depp's Pirates of the Caribbean, a film
from Disney. There's also a nice long clip from Depp's
Chocolat, a film from Miramax, which is, as of this writing,
owned by Disney. And wait, Winslett's considerable acting talent is
shown in clips from Heavenly Creatures and Iris
which are both Miramax releases. Of course, Depp's performing prowess
is on display in a clip from Once Upon a Time in Mexico, a
Dimension release. Dimension is the genre arm of Miramax. This brings
us back to Finding Neverland, a film from Miramax, which is
owned by Disney. So let's thank the makers of The Magic of Finding
Neverland for pulling out all the stops to provide DVD rental
suggestions suitable for lining Disney's pockets. As for the rest of
the featurette's content, everyone enjoyed working with everyone and
everything was amazingly perfect. Skip it.
Creating
Neverland is a three-minute look at how the visual effects
were done. The film does have its share of special effects, including
the wonderful fantasy scenes. Visual Effects producers are interviewed
talking about the motion control work. There is a brief, but effective
sequence showing how a theater filled with only 150 people was made to
look completely sold out. It has the making of a good piece, but it's
too short.
On the Red Carpet is another two-
minute fluff job about how the film premiered at the Venice Film
Festival to "a magnificent reception." Footage of Depp,
Winslett, and (of all people) Hillary Clinton walking the carpet is
included. The full screen footage looks colorful and clean.
There are three Deleted Scenes, totaling about
two-and-a-half minutes. One of them fleshes out the tension between
Barrie and his wife, a dynamic I enjoyed in the film. The second is a
quickie where Barrie tells Michael why he's never had kids. The final
outtake is an exchange between Barrie and Sylvia. The clips look very
clean, but feature the same washed out look as the film. These deleted
bits can be viewed with or without audio commentary from Marc Forster,
producer Richard Gladstein, and writer David Magee.
Finally,
we have five minutes of outtakes. This collection is
above average, if only because outtakes from a Victorian drama are
funnier than outtakes from a comedy. Plus, Johnny Depp is watchable
and fun, even when he's screwing up. Picture quality here is good.
Exclusive DVD-ROM Features: What happens when you pop
the disc into your PC?
There are no DVD-ROM features
on this DVD.
Final Thoughts
Finding Neverland is an enchanting film and one of the
best cinematic arguments for the power of not growing up. Johnny Depp
is predictably great, although his performance as JM Barrie is one of
his least nuanced and interesting. The DVD is disappointingly average
with a fair transfer and a blah set of extras, rescued by an
informative audio commentary. Despite the DVD deficiencies, the movie
is what ultimately matters and anyone purchasing the disc will enjoy
periodic viewings for a long time to come.