Showing posts with label Will Smith. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Will Smith. Show all posts

Saturday, January 22, 2022

King Richard

In 1994, ABC's John McKenzie interviewed rising tennis star Venus Williams, who was fourteen years old at the time. At one point in the interview, McKenzie asked Williams if she thought she could beat her opponent. "I know I can beat her," she replied. McKenzie, surprised at her confidence, asked how she could say it so easily. This is when the interview was interrupted by Venus' father, Richard, who (despite McKenzie's protests of his interruptions) ordered him to "leave that alone" and remember that McKenzie is dealing with a child and that he should "let her be a kid."

That defensive tirade is recreated basically verbatim in King Richard, the biographical depiction of Richard Williams raising Venus and Serena Williams to become two of the biggest tennis stars in the world against incredible odds. There's a clear reason the scene is included: the media was often adversarial to the Williamses, Richard in particular. As Alex Abad-Santos put it, "to understand the animosity and media pressure the Williams family experienced, you have to understand how insular tennis is and how that environment magnified the classist and racist attacks thrown their way." That's not hyperbole. An editorial in the LA Times said at the time that Richard was "failing" Venus as a father. Four years later, tennis legend Martina Navratilova praised the Williams sisters, but then also attacked their father for "getting in the way," while also claiming "there's no racism as far as I know" in tennis, a sport with a long history of racism.

King Richard takes direct aim at the media's portrayal of Richard Williams over the years. From the Williamses' point of view, their father was protecting them. The Richard Williams we see here is played by Will Smith and is a loquacious and determined father, frequently citing his enigmatic "plan" he drafted that outlines the path he's chosen for his girls, and yet he frequently (with numerous yet subtle racial undertones) is rejected by skeptical potential coaches for Venus and Serena, his daughters and future superstars. When he's not in their presence on their fancy tennis courts, he's in danger back in his neighborhood, beaten and disrespected by young criminals who prey on his daughters. Maybe he is a bit too cocky; his confidence is met with rejection from one group and danger from another. 

But Richard won't quit. He finally convinces a successful coach (played by Tony Goldwyn) to coach Venus. This coach will only agree to train one of the girls for free, so Serena has to remain in her sister's shadow (for now) and continue practicing with her mother, Oracene (Aunjanue Ellis). As Venus continues to climb, Richard aims higher, signing a lucrative contract with coaching legend Rick Macci (Jon Bernthal). In other sports biopics, one or both of the Williams girls would be the main focus of the film; in King Richard it firmly remains on the patriarch of the family. 

Smith has taken a more sympathetic and appreciative view of Williams than many others have, telling NPR's Tonya Mosley that Williams was "the father that used love, and he aligned with what they wanted for their lives." Audience members may or may not see it that way. His stubbornness is not hidden, and with Richard, everything is a lesson, whether it's his threat to make them walk home if they brag too much or his threat to make them watch Cinderella again if they don't give him what he believes is the true moral of the story. Undoubtedly, King Richard is a full-throated defense of parenting styles that have high expectations for children and push them hard. And yet the film makes clear that Richard is someone who is wholeheartedly obsessed with making sure his daughters are not pushed to their limits or burned out; he is absolutely determined that education comes before sports, and they must be allowed to live as children. Yet his antics lead critics to deride him as being in it for the money and leading a one-man "Richard Williams Show."  

This is the first time in a long time that Smith has garnered so much attention for a performance, and to be frank, it's also the first time in quite a while that he's been this good. He is absolutely engrossing as Richard Williams. Ellis as Oracene Price is also exceptional, offering further proof of the film's exceptional casting choices. Yet as good as Smith is in King Richard (and he is good), it's the scenes between Richard and Venus and Serena that are the film's highlights. The two actresses playing Venus and Serena (Saniyya Sidney and Demi Singleton, respectively), both of whom have been acting on screen for the past few years, are naturals.   

King Richard works on a variety of levels: as a story of a determined father, as a story of girl power, as a rags-to-riches story, and as an entertaining sports flick. Like a lot of great sports films, King Richard, with Reinaldo Marcus Green's direction, Pamela Martin's editing, Kris Bower's score, and Robert Elswit's cinematography, knows how to keep its audience in suspense. Yet much of the tension, surprisingly or perhaps unsurprisingly, comes not from the moments on the tennis court but instead how Richard and his family constantly negotiate and even walk away from lucrative opportunities if they are not part of Richard's plan. These scenes might be the ones that keep you on the edge of your seat.  

What might have come across initially as the story of an overbearing, borderline abusive father is instead an homage to how he and his wife guided their daughters with surgical precision from sharing beds in Compton through constant recitation of his platitudes and on to eternal glory. It would be fair to criticize the biased view the film takes (the Williams sisters are, after all, producers of the film), and yet it's a forgivable slight. This is one of the best films of the year.

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Suicide Squad


Let's cut to the chase: The good news is that Suicide Squad, the third entry in the D.C. Extended Universe, is not nearly as bad as this spring's Batman vs. Superman: Dawn of Justice. The bad news is that it is still bad. What could have been a fun movie about antiheroes being truly heroic, an antithesis to the overly moody previous D.C. films, is instead a fairly formulaic, rather dull flick that tries to play it safe and yet results in another miss.

Viola Davis plays Amanda Weller, a government official who concocts a bizarre plan to form a task force containing the worst of the worst super villains ever known. These malefactors, she believes, might just be able to do some good for once. In return, the villains get some time deducted from their sentences. If they disobey or try to escape, they die. Fortunately for Weller, if something goes wrong, they are, as Deadshot says, the patsies.

Deadshot could be described as the Suicide Squad's leader, if they needed one. He's a hired assassin who's never missed, and who first appeared in D.C.'s comics in 1950. Here, he's played by Will Smith, who is just as charismatic as ever but who has not been the lead in a blockbuster since Men in Black 3 from 2012. The other two big stars in the film are Margot Robbie, Smith's co-star from Focus, and Oscar-winning "method actor" Jared Leto as cinema's most notorious clown, the Joker. Leto has some big shoes to fill, as fans have argued for years whether the best on-screen portrayal of the Joker has been from Jack Nicholson, Mark Hamill, or Heath Ledger (or, I suppose, Cesar Romero). Leto does not come close to them. It's not a bad performance, per se, but during the best moments it feels like it's simply a repeat of all the stuff we've previously seen. Leto's method acting doesn't save the performance; I'm not sure what sending rats and used condoms to his co-stars during filming did to enhance his acting. And yet it's not nearly as disappointing as how Robbie as Harley Quinn, the Joker's lover, is squandered; despite a pretty good performance by the always good Robbie, this is a role that, as Alison Wilmore of BuzzFeed describes, is "made into damaged dolly jerk-off material."

It would be hard to argue that this movie isn't anti-women. At one point, one of the villains (good guy villains, I mean) punches a woman and then says, "She had a mouth." And it's a comic relief moment. It is 2016, right?

On a better note, considering how devoid of diversity Hollywood is these days (#OscarsSoWhite), this might be one of the most diverse movies around: Smith, Davis, and Adewale Skinnuoye-Agbaje, covered in makeup as Killer Croc, are black; Jay Hernandez as El Diablo, who throws fire from his fists, is Latino; Karen Fukuhara plays a swordswoman bodyguard and is Asian-American; and Adam Beach as Slipknot is Canadian First Nations.    

But most of this movie is a mess, and most of the blame for this could fall on David Ayer, its writer and director. I'm not too surprised. Training Day, which he wrote, is very overrated, and Fury, which he wrote and directed, borders on trash. End of Watch is barely tolerable. There are some positive aspects of his direction, though. With an eclectic soundtrack that includes "Without Me," "You Don't Know Me," "Bohemian Rhapsody," and "Fortunate Son," he at least shows us that he has good taste in music. And the visual effects and color palate are mostly spectacular.

Suicide Squad is not as bad as I was expecting, but it's still bad, and considering that Suicide Squad is essentially strike three for Warner Bros. in their efforts to try and match the powerhouse that has been Marvel Studios, I'd say it's time to call it quits. No Justice League, no Wonder Woman, perhaps not even a stand-alone Batman film directed by and staring Ben Affleck. It's time to retire the costumes.