Silver Linings Playbook

January 21, 2013

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Too many films are set in Philadelphia and Boston, usually for the wrong reason.  Both cities have passion and character, but they also have fairly noticeable speech patterns.  I suspect some actors want to play characters from those cities only to make the audience say, “Wow, what a great (Boston or Philadelphia) accent!”  After about five minutes, that’s over and we’re forced to endure the rest of the “local flavor.”  Two weeks ago I listened to one of my favorite radio show hosts spouting about how Silver Linings Playbook totally “nailed the whole Delaware Valley thing.”  To me, it’s like when a band comes on stage and yells, “Hello New York!”  Then, two nights later, it’s, “Hello Cleveland!”  It’s a cheap way to get applause.  Going into this film, that’s where I was.  Coming out, I was somewhere else.

Pat Solitano (Bradley Cooper) leaves work early and comes home to surprise his wife Nikki.  Instead, he is surprised by his wife – and a co-worker – together in the shower.  When the co-worker says, “I think you should go,” Pat does go.  He goes nuts and beats the crap out of the guy, resulting in an 8-month psychiatric sentence through a plea bargain.  Eight months later, he returns home to his obsessive-compulsive father, Pat Sr. (Robert DeNiro) and innocent-bystander and enabling mother Dolores (Jacki Weaver).  Pat’s plan to win back his wife is based on “Excelsior,” which loosely translates to “onward and upward.”  Instead of medication, he’s now a workout fiend.  He’s lost a great deal of weight, and he is remaining positive to impress his ex.  However, small things will still set him off, like his wedding song or depressing literature that causes him to throw A Farewell to Arms through a window at 3 in the morning.

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Upon his return to his Philly neighborhood, he soon reconnects with longtime pal Ronnie and his wife Veronica.  Although Ronnie didn’t know Pat was out of the psychiatric hospital until he jogged past the house, somehow Ronnie knew that Veronica had invited Pat to dinner.  It was an obvious dialogue flaw, but I laughed and moved on.  Veronica is friends with Pat’s ex-wife Nikki, who has a restraining order prohibiting Pat from communicating with her.  Veronica has a sister Tiffany who has her own behavioral issues but is willing to help Pat break the law and get a letter to Nikki – provided he is willing to be her partner in a dance contest.

Silver Linings Playbook, based on the novel by Matthew Quick, is a dysfunctional Rocky story.  It’s about making a commitment and actually living up to it, whether that commitment is being a husband, a wife, a father, or a friend.  It’s about doing the best you can with what you’ve been given, even if what you’ve been given is a stunted upbringing from a father who blames you and calls you “Loser!” because you not only caused his team to lose a big game but you also made him lose thousands of dollars – all by not sitting in the correct chair.  This is partly why I can forgive director David Russell (AnchormanI Heart Huckabees) for setting the story in Philly.  I live ten minutes from Philly, and I know fully well how insane many Eagles fans can be.  I’ve been in the parking lot before games, and if the home team loses, there is no doubt in their minds it’s because someone didn’t park in the usual spot.

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Ronnie and Veronica, a married couple you will so want to punch because of how they are completely obsessed with themselves, invite Pat and Veronica’s sister Tiffany to dinner.  Tiffany has her own issues.  After her husband was killed by a passing car while changing a tire on a highway, Tiffany became a sex addict.  When her acceptance issues are combined with Pat’s anger issues, there’s nothing but edge-of-your-seat fireworks.  They shout, curse, and spit at each other while jogging around the neighborhood.  They tell sex stories and throw dishes on a diner floor on their first date.  This was one of the most unpredictable films I have ever seen, and I’m usually good at predicting what happens next.  I got one right out of about 20 different guesses.  It was not an important victory, but victory is what Silver Linings Playbook is all about.

Small victories are still victories.  Whether it is going through a day without breaking something or being on time for dance rehearsal, it is still a victory.  For Pat who is trying to do all the right things to win back his wife, each victory is a step closer to the true love he still carries.  However, each of those steps that bring Pat closer to Nikki is also a step further that Pat gets from Tiffany, a woman who feels unwanted and will – unfortunately – done pretty much everything we can imagine just to have someone pay a little extra attention to her.  She doesn’t seem to want to fall in love with anyone, especially not someone who shouts how crazy she is in front of a line of people outside a movie theater or patrons in a diner.  But what draws her to Pat is exactly what she doesn’t want – to be ignored.  The more Pat focuses on winning Nikki, the more Tiffany can be sure that Pat isn’t interested in just getting her in bed like everyone else who has gotten close to her, including a few female co-workers.

Jennifer Lawrence was about 10th in line to play Tiffany, and that’s too bad for the other 9, which include Anne Hathaway (who backed out because of her commitment to The Dark Knight Rises), Elizabeth Banks, Angelina Jolie, Rachel McAdams, and Olivia Wilde.  Lawrence’s audition was a favor from the director because he was certain she was too young for the part.  After seeing what she had given, he knew he had no choice but to make it work.  The chemistry between Cooper and Lawrence is explosive from their first meeting.  As Pat and Tiffany equally admit, they “have no filter” when they speak, and all the wrong – but honest – things spill out.  Those wrong things hurt, but at least they know where they stand with each other.

1355773030-silver-linings-playbook-deniro-cooperGoing in I also thought DeNiro’s role as Pat’s father was little more than a favor to someone by attaching his name to the project.  However, DeNiro as Pat Sr. is like what is called the “unreliable narrator” in literature.  That’s when the words literally tell you one thing, and you (but not the character) can tell that something else is the truth.  Pat Sr. is out of work and turns to gambling to not just keep afloat but raise enough money to open a restaurant.  His superstitions are extreme, and he believes the “juju” will be wrong if his son doesn’t watch the game by his side.  This is true in the father’s mind, but what is also true is his ability to simultaneously accept and reject partial blame for his son’s issues with anger and violence.  While he verbally blames his son for messing everything up, his posture and facial expressions tell a different story.

I only went to this film because of the eight Oscar nominations in the most important categories that I thought belonged elsewhere and to reinforce my dislike for Philly and Boston films.  However, I can admit when I’m wrong.

9 out of 10 stars – 1 star deducted for sports continuity errors.


Because it’s what dads do…

May 25, 2012

Okay, it’s like this.  My kid is trying to win tickets to a concert of this year’s “boy band.”  Keep in mind she’s 14, so what does she know?  Not much, of course.

Anyway, whoever gets the most other people to click on this link -


http://www.q102.com/common/shareme/index.php?linkid=fyd8mygrpm34rrmawu4eth8jvn

Will win tickets to the show.  Therefore, if you really have nothing else to do, then click on this link above and let my kid have some false hope that she’ll actually have the most clicks to win.

Just don’t tell her that I already got tickets for her to go to the show.  Regardless, she would love it to get more clicks because she doesn’t know I already have the tickets.

The question was asked, and YES – i will suffer through going to the show with her.
and – to help even further –  you can go back and click again as long as it’s at least 15 minutes apart.

Thanks again.

Rich.


- philly sucks

December 4, 2011

I grew up five minutes from New York City.  In literally five minutes, you could be through the Lincoln Tunnel and into Manhattan.  It took us a little longer as kids because we had to take the NJ transit train from the Ridge Road station in Lyndhurst to Hoboken for $1.35, then a 50 cent PATH train ride under the river and we popped out from beneath Madison Square Garden.  There were nights when Gary Kowalksi and I were bored as hell and had a great need for four things:  music, hockey, video games, and pizza.  Keep in mind it was the early 80’s and there was no such thing as iPods or Nintendo.  You couldn’t pop in a DigDug or Burgertime or Joust disc and play until morning.  We had to actually get quarters.  “Everything cost quarters.” 

Although many people think of NYC as gross, it never looked that way to us.  We could easily find our way to the New York Palladium to see Elvis Costello or Joe Jackson about once a week if need be.  The train dumped us below the Garden.  Walk upstairs and scalp Rangers tickets?  Piece of cake if you wanted to go.  I remember one particularly tough choice when the Minnesota North Stars were playing the Rangers on the same night as the Steelers and Rams in the Super Bowl.  I chose the Rangers mainly because the North Stars had an amazing rookie goalie named Don Beaupre.  As easily as I could now drive to the mall, we could get two slices at Famous Ray’s or Ben’s pizza, and then a short walk to the Haagen Daas store.  Not once did we ever stop to think about being mugged.  It happened, I’m sure, but we were too dumb to think about it.

Now, I live equally close to Philadelphia, and I have almost equal access to as much stuff.  I’ve driven at a moment’s notice to Philly, scalped tickets in the parking lot, and enjoyed several Springsteen concerts and Flyers games.  I’ve stumbled into – and out of – some amazing fun clubs on South Street, where you have to remember that “what happens on South Street stays on South Street.”  I’ve tried to compare the pro’s and con’s of NYC and Philly, and it seems that there’s one big difference:  the people.  Philly people, in general, are stupid.

They brag about their sports loyalty and how great of a sports town Philly is, but it’s not.  Back in the 90’s there were several 76er and Eagles playoff games that were not sold out.  Can you possibly imagine the Knicks or Giants playing in front of empty seats – even in the regular season?  We’re talking playoffs, and Philly couldn’t sell out the game.  That’s just wrong.  On their most famous sports radio station, WIP (610 AM and 94.1 FM) they brag about how great a sports town they are, but callers will regularly mispronounce the names of their own players.  You don’t hear that out of New York fans.  It is not uncommon for Philadelphia athletes to comment about the lack of intelligence of their own people.  Jimmy Rollins, the Phillies starting shortstop did it, as well as Jason Avante, a notable Philadelphia Eagle.

But the dumbness doesn’t stop with the fans.  Eagles coach Andy Reid has made a career out of calling losses “unacceptable” and saying that he is to blame.  Yet the journalists do not call him out.  Just once, I wish they’d ask, “Andy, if it’s your fault, then shouldn’t you be fired?”  He avoids the questions, and week after week the city accepts it.  When Donavan McNabb was having his ups and downs, I was amazing at the openly racist attitude of the Philly fans.  They could be heard day and night saying that blacks were just not ready to be quarterback.  I’m sure they wouldn’t know the difference between an offense tackle and guard.  I’m sure they couldn’t tell you who is getting the ball and where he is going on a 23 trap.  And if you really want to test how dumb Philly is, it wasn’t until 2005 that they finally passed a law that allows you to buy beer on a Sunday.  Seriously!

If the Giants suck, a New Yorker will tell you that the Giants suck.  Mets fans know they suck.  But an Eagles fan will blindly believe they’re going undefeated year after year. 

This past baseball season, Philly got a second sports radio station: WPEN, an ESPN Radio station.  As the playoffs approached, they constantly ran a promo saying that “every game of the post season could be heard on ESPN radio.”  So when the Cardinals were fighting the Brewers in the NLCS (and acronym that Philly fans couldn’t explain, nor could they define “acronym”) I tuned in to WPEN to hear endless hours of callers debating if it was time to fire Andy Reid.  I called the station and asked where the hell the baseball game was.  “What kind of Eagles fan are you?” they asked.  “Are you seriously going to tell me that your audience wants to hear yet another idiot’s opinion about Andy Reid when two teams are fighting to get to the World Series?”  It wasn’t a surprise that they hung up before I could say even half of that.”

Any fan of any sport in any city knows that Philadelphia is regarded to have the roughest fans.  They’re notorious for booing Santa and cheering when an opposing player is lying motionless on the field.  Their security force has tasered unarmed fans who were lying prone on the field, arms and legs apart.   However, let’s keep in mind that Philly fans have also had some very difficult challenges in their own lives, starting with kindergarten.


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