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Re: CORRUPCIÓN EN MIAMI
por Axlferrari Mar Feb 08 2022, 11:04
Parece que todavía queda algún rezagado que no lo ha entendido: Miami Vice es un caballo de Troya metido en plena época triunfante de Reagan, una serie que utiliza una estética casi publicitaria y glamurosa para criticar el capitalismo enseñando su cara más oscura. Detrás de los tonos pastel, la serie muestra que la sociedad está completamente podrida. Mann ha vivido de cerca la contestación social de los años 60 (estaba presente en París durante la revuelta de Mayo 68), es un lector de Herbert Marcuse y demás críticos radicales de la sociedad moderna. Los años 80 simbolizan la derrota de las utopías de la generación de Mann. La mayoría de los episodios muestran los disfuncionamientos, las mentiras, los escándalos de la sociedad americana, una postura en completa oposición con la ideología reaganiana triunfante ("Let's make America great again") que celebra el dinero y la superficialidad. Algún episodio trata de los veteranos de Vietnam que la administración de Reagan prefería olvidar ya que simbolizaban la derrota. Otros episodios tratan del empobrecimiento y de las desigualdades sociales que conducen a la delincuencia.
Canciones como "Born to Be Wild" son utilizadas de forma irónica como contrapunto a la jet-set frívola que ha sustituido el espíritu revolucionario por el espíritu empresarial. El cocodrilo de Sonny Crockett que aparece en los primeros episodios podría ser el símbolo de ese mundo sin piedad...
Mann consiguió captar la estética de los años 80 (obsesión por la apariencia, la excentricidad y la diversión) y a la vez mostrar la podredumbre que había detrás.
La secuencia que aparece en este tuit es ejemplar porque muestra la profundidad existencial de estos policías bajo su apariencia frívola. Es un momento de melancolía que revoluciona la forma de escribir series de televisión, y al mismo tiempo anticipa uno de los rasgos más singulares del cine de Mann: la búsqueda de un punto de equilibrio entre la acción y la contemplación.
Canciones como "Born to Be Wild" son utilizadas de forma irónica como contrapunto a la jet-set frívola que ha sustituido el espíritu revolucionario por el espíritu empresarial. El cocodrilo de Sonny Crockett que aparece en los primeros episodios podría ser el símbolo de ese mundo sin piedad...
Mann consiguió captar la estética de los años 80 (obsesión por la apariencia, la excentricidad y la diversión) y a la vez mostrar la podredumbre que había detrás.
La secuencia que aparece en este tuit es ejemplar porque muestra la profundidad existencial de estos policías bajo su apariencia frívola. Es un momento de melancolía que revoluciona la forma de escribir series de televisión, y al mismo tiempo anticipa uno de los rasgos más singulares del cine de Mann: la búsqueda de un punto de equilibrio entre la acción y la contemplación.
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Re: CORRUPCIÓN EN MIAMI
por Axlferrari Jue Mar 10 2022, 15:01
Penélope Cruz, Shailene Woodley y Adam Driver protagonizarán "Ferrari" de Michael Mann
https://www.efe.com/efe/usa/gente/penelope-cruz-y-adam-driver-protagonizaran-ferrari-de-michael-mann/50000102-4736630
Deadline (fuente original): https://deadline.com/2022/02/adam-driver-penelope-cruz-shailene-woodley-ferrari-michael-mann-1234929563/
The movie, which Mann has been working on for two decades, is set during the summer of 1957. Ex-racecar driver, Ferrari, is in crisis. Bankruptcy stalks the company he and his wife, Laura, built from nothing ten years earlier. Their tempestuous marriage struggles with the mourning for one son and the acknowledgement of another. He decides to counter his losses by rolling the dice on one race – 1,000 miles across Italy, the iconic Mille Miglia.
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Re: CORRUPCIÓN EN MIAMI
por Wolfchild138 Miér Abr 06 2022, 10:49
Que grande Michael Mann: además de su obra magna ("Heat"), que rebuenas "Thief", "Manhunter", "El Dilema", "El Último Mohicano", "Collateral", ... También me encantó "Miami Vice" (la pelicula), que fue vapuleada por la critica, e incluso "Enemigos Públicos" tiene sus momentos.
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Re: CORRUPCIÓN EN MIAMI
por barf Miér Abr 06 2022, 11:52
Pues ganazas de Tokyo Vice...
La semana pasada volví a ver 'Manhunter' y ufff, creo que la disfruté mucho más que nunca. Ahora mismo creo la meto en el número 1 de mi top personal de Mann.
Durante la primera media hora pasó por mi cabeza la cuestión de si esta peli estaría, más o menos, como referencia para Mark Frost y David Lynch para ciertas cosas de Twin Peaks, porque hay instantes de la interpretación/personaje de William Petersen, la atmósfera y la música de Michel Rubini que me hacía pensar en matices de Twin Peaks... Pero eso ya son pajas mentales.
La semana pasada volví a ver 'Manhunter' y ufff, creo que la disfruté mucho más que nunca. Ahora mismo creo la meto en el número 1 de mi top personal de Mann.
Durante la primera media hora pasó por mi cabeza la cuestión de si esta peli estaría, más o menos, como referencia para Mark Frost y David Lynch para ciertas cosas de Twin Peaks, porque hay instantes de la interpretación/personaje de William Petersen, la atmósfera y la música de Michel Rubini que me hacía pensar en matices de Twin Peaks... Pero eso ya son pajas mentales.
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Re: CORRUPCIÓN EN MIAMI
por Wolfchild138 Miér Abr 06 2022, 12:15
barf escribió:Pues ganazas de Tokyo Vice...
La semana pasada volví a ver 'Manhunter' y ufff, creo que la disfruté mucho más que nunca. Ahora mismo creo la meto en el número 1 de mi top personal de Mann.
Durante la primera media hora pasó por mi cabeza la cuestión de si esta peli estaría, más o menos, como referencia para Mark Frost y David Lynch para ciertas cosas de Twin Peaks, porque hay instantes de la interpretación/personaje de William Petersen, la atmósfera y la música de Michel Rubini que me hacía pensar en matices de Twin Peaks... Pero eso ya son pajas mentales.
"Manhunter" es cojonuda, pero superior a "Heat"...
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Re: CORRUPCIÓN EN MIAMI
por Wolfchild138 Miér Abr 06 2022, 13:21
Axlferrari escribió:Hay que explorarlo todo. Siempre se aprenden cosas nuevas, sobre todo cuando se está en presencia de un creador de la talla de Michael Mann.
Por cierto, acabo de ver esto :
Michael Mann, creador a la vanguardia
Este libro de la editorial Taschen está agotado en todos los idiomas, menos en italiano.
El de la Taschen lo tuve en las manos tirado de precio en una feria del libro y lo dejé escapar...
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Re: CORRUPCIÓN EN MIAMI
por Axlferrari Dom Abr 24 2022, 07:06
Error fatal.Wolfchild138 escribió:
El de la Taschen lo tuve en las manos tirado de precio en una feria del libro y lo dejé escapar...
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Re: CORRUPCIÓN EN MIAMI
por Wolfchild138 Mar Mayo 31 2022, 11:28
Axlferrari escribió:
Bueno, tanto como una "obra maestra"...pero la peli está bastante bien, merece le pena
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Re: CORRUPCIÓN EN MIAMI
por Axlferrari Mar Mayo 31 2022, 11:45
Wolfchild138 escribió:Axlferrari escribió:
Bueno, tanto como una "obra maestra"...pero la peli está bastante bien, merece le pena
Hay argumentos de sobra para afirmar que es una obra maestra. Recupero estos dos posts muy elocuentes:
Para el crítico Jean-Baptiste Thoret, Michael Mann es el cineasta más importante de las últimas décadas. Miami Vice no es una adaptación de la serie, es una obra maestra sobre la guerra capitalista contemporánea, la mundialización del crimen y los vínculos entre economía legal e ilegal. Mann consigue hacer un cine muy crítico con el capitalismo bajo una apariencia de blockbuster.
Cada película de Mann se centra sobre las mutaciones económicas, políticas y tecnológicas cuyos personajes, a su pesar, se convierten en vectores de esos cambios.
Gravity of the Flux: Michael Mann’s Miami Vice
Magistral artículo en inglés de J.-B. Thoret que capta toda la grandeza de Miami Vice, una de las películas más importantes de los últimos veinte años:
https://www.sensesofcinema.com/2007/feature-articles/miami-vice/
- Spoiler:
The Real is no more than the asymptomatic horizon of the Virtual.
– Jean Baudrillard, Le Pacte de lucidité ou l’intelligence du Mal (1)
Created by Anthony Yerkovitch and supervised (very) closely by Michael Mann, Miami Vice was, let’s remember, one of the leading television series of the 1980s and for the director of Heat (1995), chastened by the failure of The Keep (1983), the laboratory where he was going to forge a new æsthetic, founded on an extreme sophistication of mise en scène, an excessive taste for design and advertising kitsch (colour coding for each episode, Armani suits and moccasins for the heroes, etc.). One hundred and eleven episodes were shot between 1984 and 1989, with Don Johnson and Philip Michael Thomas in the roles of the sexiest and best-dressed cops in the history of television. From the credits, the tone is set: updated MTV and FM pop radio via the soundtrack (Phil Collins, Pat Benatar, Dire Straits, Bryan Ferry and electro-funk hits). The wings of pink flamingos in slow motion, tracking shots on gleaming limousines, an excess of bikinied bimbos, champagne flutes and dollar bills: in other words, the flashy universe of a series which, like Brian De Palma’s Scarface (1983) released one year earlier in theatres (and also set in Miami) and William Friedkin’s To Live and Die in L.A. (1985), was striving to paint the portrait of America in the 1980s, with its cult of individualism and money, of arrogant successes and cheap flashiness. Miami on the one hand, but Vice on the other: behind the yachts of the gangsters and their pastel-coloured palaces, a world infected by corruption and artifice, a carnivorous and swampy world for which the pet alligator of Sonny Crockett (Johnson) provides a limpid metaphor of America.
Finally, Michael Mann brings Miami Vice to the big screen and, in doing so, the greatest contemporary American filmmaker proves once again his ability to bend the logic of the blockbuster (Miami Vice was thus oversold) to his personal universe, to the extent that occasionally one has the impression of a brilliant re-routing of money (the film cost more than 150 million dollars) in favour of a radical work that does not give up its author’s formal and stylistic ambitions. Therefore, there is no consensus in its approach, but rather an extraordinary science of the alliance between the demands of the filmmaker and that of an art that is great only on the condition of remaining popular (the genre film, the foundation of all his films) – that is to say, the characteristic of the great American artists whose torch today Mann is one of the few to carry. Shot in HD video, a technique that Mann and his cameraman Dion Beebe pioneered in Collateral (2004), Miami Vice makes up first of all a novel sensory experience and, from a formal point of view, an inspired synthesis of impressionism and hyper-realism. The extreme graininess of the image, the heightened sensitivity of the light and the dilution of the colours confer on each shot a never-before-seen density on the cinema screen. A flash of lightning that stripes the sky, a palm tree that bends under the weight of the wind and an incandescent night that Mann’s camera relentlessly pursues convey the feeling of a hallucinatory film where man and nature dissolve in each other, quivering with the same tragic breath.
War Zone and Speed of Disappearance
On paper and in appearance, Miami Vice develops between a police story and a spy film and, before it blows up, the origin of its fiction is the murder of an FBI agent who has infiltrated the drug world. In order to solve the case, two Miami police detectives, James ‘Sonny’ Crockett (Colin Farrell) and Ricardo ‘Rico’ Tubbs (Jamie Foxx), pass as hardened drug dealers and make contact with the financial administration of a drug cartel, a vast organization endowed with staggering means. In a few minutes, Mann disposes of the picturesque approach of the genre (colourful gangsters, men with working-class hands, smooth talkers accompanied by a very definite bad taste) and composes a picture of the mafia with vague contours, a state-within-the-state equally at ease in the transfer of funds on a grand scale as in the clinical execution of offenders. At first sight, Michael Mann reconnects with the vein of the film-dossier of the 1970s, that of Three Days of the Condor (Sydney Pollack, 1975) and The Parallax View (Alan J. Pakula, 1974), a vein he already resumed with The Insider (1999), and re-employs his motif of identity reversals, his obsession with plot (who, from the FBI, CIA or Miami Dade, inhabits the traitor?) and his pervasive paranoia. But at bottom, Mann films this story of big-time trafficking like a high-tech war film where it is above all a question of logistics, an exchange of information, of surveillance and of technological mastery. Mann moreover repeatedly underlines the collusion between police and military techniques: on the way to a secret meeting place where Jesus Montoya (Luis Tosar), the big boss of the cartel, awaits them, Sonny and Ricardo realize that the drug traffickers use a system of electronic interference identical to the one employed by the CIA in Iraq. Finally, the film’s big shoot-out does not invert – as does Heat – the codes of a precise cinematographic genre (the Western), but rather is inspired directly by the imagery of war reportage: deafening and ultra-realist sound of weapons, moments captured live, discontinuity and partial illegibility of the action, proliferation of points of view (= suppression of a point of view), snipers in ambush.
Fascinating is first and foremost the way in which Mann, in total opposition to the classical treatment of narrative, rejects off-screen space or treats key moments of intrigue in sped-up motion (a war is told in snatches) and chooses to rest the great narrative knots of the film on details: a diamond watch illuminating the ambiguous relations between Isabella (Gong Li) and Jesus Montoya, or the discrete tear in the eye of Montaya’s heir apparent José Yero (John Ortis), by which we come to understand his deeper motives. The power of Miami Vice comes from its mix of formal elegance and brutality, of extreme stylisation and hyper-realism. Always both at once, they are in accordance with Mann’s great theorem: become the other in order to fight him, but at the risk, like the cop played by Colin Farrell, of losing one’s footing in an imprecise zone where nothing anymore allows reality to be distinguished from make-believe. Very quickly, the always-reassuring foundation of the genre, with its archetypes, its codes, its values and its outcome, collapses. The narrative develops then by jerks, flattens most of the peaks of action (the hold-up of the Haitian mafiosi settled in a few shots) and multiplies the false starts, as in the film’s opening, which concentrates on the arrest of a pimp, Neptune (Isaach De Bankole), then in a fraction of a second changes direction. Violence erupts in the shot, preceded by no ritual, blows up without forewarning and one enters into the film (no opening sequence, no title card) like a war reporter projected in the middle of a conflict in progress. Without beginning or end, it is just 135 breathless minutes deducted from an uninterrupted flux of images and events.
The first minutes impose a jerky and staggering movement, which the film, with the exception of the romantic interlude of the couple, Sonny and Isabella, in Havana, will not abandon. Everything mixes already, interior and exterior (Sonny goes from the interior of the night club to a roof in a continuous movement), public and private spheres (a short scene of Sonny flirting with a waitress, then an immediate return to the mission): Sonny and Ricardo’s first appearance seems to be the exact opposite of Neil McCauley (Robert De Niro) and Lt Vincent Hanna (Al Pacino) in Heat.
If amplitude and expansion inform the natural rhythm of Mann’s films up until now, Miami Vice takes place under the sign of compression, of the fragment, of speed and of breathlessness. Immersed in the milieu of night clubbers, already infiltrated, the two men emerge in the frame in a stroboscopic way. Between the dancers’ bodies, the movements of the crowd and the plasma screens, some rapid insert shots testify to their presence in the nightclub while the soundtrack juxtaposes, without the least wish for smooth mixing, three incomplete pieces, solely linked by the pounding of a same repetitive beat.
The opening ten minutes are enough for Mann to fix the rhythmic rules of Miami Vice: the event taking place will always matter more than the one that follows, whence the strange feeling of a film in pursuit of itself, obsessed by the next job, the action that follows. Filming with the camera on the shoulder gives the feeling, new in Mann, of a constant fragility of shots and, therefore, of what they show. It is as if each shot were thinking of two things at once – the event taking place (a deal, an arrest) and the event to come (the same over again) – and that the best way to not collapse consists of never staying still. In Miami Vice, it’s to be physically there, here and now, because mentally one is always and already elsewhere. The film is short-winded, in constant precocious ejaculation (a joke of Ricardo to his girlfriend Trudy (Naomie Harris) that reveals one of the principle motors of the film), Miami Vice possesses an immense but implosive energy which has nothing to do with the explosive energy of Mann’s earlier police films. (From this point of view, for the aborted sequence of the nightclub, Mann chooses a rigorously opposed treatment to that of the night club scene in Collateral.)
The jerky and convulsive narrative unfolds less according to a classical logic of development of sequences (dilation, edited in power and explosion) than of rampant compilation and short-circuits. The speed of the linking of the actions, their extreme compression, thus prevents the emergence of the feeling of a time that disappears, of a length that takes hold, in favour of a constant and monotonous topicality subservient to the law of “the here and now” – “Right now” the characters do not cease repeating throughout the film. But topicality is the opposite of time and the excess (of actions, of characters, of ramifications, of narrative lines, of narrative forks, etc.) is the mask of an omnipresent lack – lack of space, lack of the Other, lack of time, above all. “Time is luck”, says Isabella on several occasions to Sonny: a tragic refrain and curse of all of Mann’s heroes.
Surviving in the Flux
Miami Vice is above all a great film on the human condition in a time of flux. Everything progresses at top speed (the meetings, the love affairs, the reversals, the cars) but essentially nothing really moves forward. The general rumour of flux absorbs every modification of this flux, and dismisses events and characters with a noise from deep bottom. A trail of blood on the roadway (the suicide of the snitch, Alonzo (John Hawkes)), an echo on a radar or the noise of fingers snapping, are but nothing more than a short-lived imbalance of the global system. Whence the extraordinary and (paradoxical) inertia produced by a narrative so smitten with rapidity, as well as in the linking of sequences and shots, as in the execution of actions. The points of view become confused, the shots fall like unhooked links, but the general signal finishes by sweeping it along in the events that make it up. It traffics, it pulls, it circulates: Miami Vice is the point of flux against man’s point of view.
The use of HD allows Mann to forge a dense image, often opaque and viscous, which deepens the backgrounds and engulf the foregrounds. Thus, the characters gain in definition what they lose in contour, and thus in identity – visually, they free themselves with difficulty from the background and seem ceaselessly threatened with dissolution. This loss provokes an increased weight of the bodies (watch how they fall in the final shoot out), a constant swaying of space and, for the spectators, the feeling of a hypnotic pitching of shots. Deep water constitutes the primary substance of Miami Vice, a magmatic power that plays against the speed of the narrative and from which the individuals struggle and finally, failing that, they lose themselves. As a counterpoint to the chaos and confusion of human relations, Mann multiplies surface effects (bay windows, villas on the border of the sea) and sliding (off-shore, in the plane, in race cars). They are impeccable images from a world where survival depends on the capacity to remain on the surface (and superficial) and that allows consequently for only two positions: drowning (Sonny, the most infiltrated of the two) or weightlessness (Ricardo); either the temptation of the margin or the maintenance in the centre.
In the beginning of the film, Sonny and Ricardo pull-over Alonzo’s car, a snitch whose wife was just kidnapped. Sequence of panic on the edge of the highway: Alonzo wants to return home, see his wife and flee. “You don’t need to go home”, Ricardo says to him, since he knows it is already too late. Shot of Alonzo’s crushed face (“But they promised”), reverse shot on Ricardo’s (“They lied”). In the blurred passage from the cop’s face to the re-framing of the camera on the flow of the traffic, the man has thrown himself under a truck, leaving only a scarlet stain on the pavement. To become integrated in the flux is also to lose oneself therein.
The film closes as abruptly as it opened: Isabella escapes from the flux by the sea (the eternal utopia of Mann’s characters): “It’s magic”, says a fisherman about the sea near the beginning of Thief (1981), Sonny turns his back on the sea and returns to the flux. And loses himself therein. Life suspended on one side, perpetual flux on the other. No dead time or respite: the system runs at full speed but on empty, and possesses no other end than that of its own stability. To such an extent that one could, like Isabella, pass one’s entire life there: “It’s all that I know how to do; I’ve been doing that since I was 17”, she tells Sonny when the latter questions her on the possibility of an elsewhere, of an alternative life. The only thing that counts is the global balance of the system and its capacity to restore the unchanging order of things (disappearance of Jesus Montoya/death of Jose Yero, disappearance of Isabella/reappearance of Trudy, etc.). At bottom, between the beginning and the end of the film, nothing has changed. Like Frank (James Caan) at the end of Thief or Lowell Bergman (Al Pacino) in the last shot of The Insider, Sonny recedes in depth of the field, with his back to us, and disappears. In the world in flux that Miami Vice follows, the human is only an event, a lost atom in the multitude, similar to the one described by the hired killer in Collateral. It is either arrogance and/or naïveté of the couple, Sonny-Isabella, to have believed that the human could be stronger than the flux.
The men of Miami Dade only conform to the programs that pre-exist them, to respond to the electronic stimuli (a telephone call, a reaction). They turn out to be incapable of taking control of a disarticulated narrative that sometimes calls to mind, but in a less playful way, the game “Simon Says”, imagined by Jeremy Irons’ character in John McTiernan’s Die Hard: With a Vengeance (1995). Only Sonny manages it once with Isabella. You wouldn’t think it, and we’ll come back to it, but Miami Vice has also just laid the foundations for a new order of action films.
Identity of the World and of the Network
The post-urban (and post-human) world of Miami Vice is a confused, fragmented and controlled world that holds together only by the financial flux that crosses it and the electronic images (surveillance cameras, radars, computer screens, etc.) recreating the simulacrum. There is no other logic than that of offer and demand, of movement in all directions imposed by economic private interests. Little matter, then, whether the goods are legal or not, little matter, too, the nature of the market, since the film treats capitalism like a war (Jesus Montoya, the drug godfather, hooked on Bloomberg TV), with his exploitation of resources of the Third World (here, the Dominican Republic, Paraguay and Uruguay), the merciless elimination of rivals and its calculated violence. Impressive is the way in which Mann views the cartography of this world in flux, where one goes in the space of an edit from Brazil to Paraguay, from Miami to Geneva, but also from the Law to its underside, according to a logic of intensive and breathtaking permutation. The contemporary world such as the film describes is expressed in the sentiment of a generalized feeling, of an integral proximity of spaces and individuals, permitted by an ultra-sophisticated technological environment. It is a misleading proximity, since the solitude of beings (total in Miami Vice) gets worse as the virtual exchanges develop.
The idea of the network isn’t new in Mann’s cinema but it never reached this point of coincidence with the world. Already in Thief, Frank, independent burglar, knew how much his survival depended on his capacity to act outside of the Chicago mafia network. That is, until he swallows his motto (“My money goes in my pocket”) and accepts, for the sake of his family and his dreams, to make a deal with the Faust-like Leo (Robert Prosky). It is a fatal connection that ends in an immediate and devastating cataclysm of spaces (the jobs, his garage and his intimacy) that he had hitherto known how to partition. In Heat, no matter how much the frontiers between exterior and interior trembled, there still remains the possibility of taking shelter from the world. The friction between public and private spheres is frequent, the effects of one into another, but justly: the effects suppose an overstepping and consequently the existence of boundaries that are still active. It is moreover in organizing the alternation between one space and another, in exploiting this arrhythmia in the style of Jean-Pierre Melville, that Mann has forged his style, characterized by long contemplative stretches inserted in the heart of hyper-coded narratives (polar, adventure film, biopic, paranoid fiction, etc.).
In The Insider, the power of the network goes up a notch. Mann records the disappearance of the border separating the system (tobacco manufacturers) from the opposition (CBS, in fact, simple link in the great global economy), and confronted an old school journalist to a reticular cartography incipient in the heart of which this former student of Herbert Marcuse loses little by little his bearings. What is the secret at the hour of total transparence? Where does one place oneself when everyone is in the same boat? A first-rate response is issued by the CBS lawyer in the middle of the film, and which recalls that of Isabella in Miami Vice: “All that you see around you belongs to Jesus Montoya”, she says to Sonny who believes in the existence of an elsewhere. Does there exist a position exterior to the System? Otherwise, how to resist?
With Miami Vice, this tension between exterior and interior is completely reduced to the profit of a reticular world entirely subservient to the logic of the networks and the flux. Here, the spaces of resistance are disabled, almost nonexistent. Havana, haven of peace, is outside the flux and its exhausting topicality. In this sublime sequence, twelve minutes in weightlessness not a single one more, it is already time for Sonny to return (literally) to the dock. The counter space that Sonny and Isabella try to invent no longer holds together. Back in the flux, it explodes. The only possibility is to confuse the two, abolish the frontiers and submit to the rules of the network, like Ricardo and Trudy, lovers and co-workers. As Ricardo says to Alonzo: “You don’t need to go home” – and for a very good reason, because in Miami Vice home no longer exists. All that remains is an undifferentiated and homogenous zone, public and private, regulated and unstable.
The identity of the world and of the network explains why, according to a classical approach of the genre (undercover movie), what could have been one of the principal stakes of the film (How to preserve a cop’s false identity? How to make believe that one is another?) are settled very quickly. In Miami Vice, identity is no longer a question. “What difference is there between being infiltrated and being implicated up to your neck?”, as Ricardo more or less asks Sonny. The disconcerting facility with which the two cops shoulder the scheme of the complete Mafiosi expresses not only the indistinction of milieus but also the absolute reversibility of positions.
The fact that the priority is that of the network and not that of individuals implies the possibility of hiding oneself there, of disappearing in the intangible space of the Virtual and so to be nowhere located, which solves all problems of identity, not to mention the problems of alterity. (2)
An immense step is taken here from Heat, which, despite the impression of resemblance between the cop Hanna and the gangster McCauley, protects and maintains intact a principle of alterity, a difference of nature vis à vis the Law that prevents Mann from framing them together. (3) Heat was a film on reflection, the mirror effect, the temptation of the Other; Miami Vice is a film on confusion, indistinction and the equivalence of opposites. The cop is no longer the reversed double of the drug dealer, but his distant echo, his replica, even if on his last legs, Michael Mann once again half opens the door onto a world (Heat, the classic police story, the Law and its underside) in the process of becoming extinct. In Miami Vice, infiltration does not constitute an infringement of the general Law of a global system that has resolved contradictions and confused positions. In this obscure indecipherable without limits, what one really is (a cop, a crook) no longer matters. The only thing that counts is the trace that one leaves in the system, the stamp that one leaves there: back in Colombia where they have come to settle their first mission as carriers, Sonny and Ricardo fly a plane filled with drugs that is hidden in the wake of an official plane. Two distinct signals appear on the air control screen, two circles that overlap briefly before merging; two different engines for the radar, a single image. What difference is there between the Law and its underside? None, “Just a ghost”, says one of the radar controllers. No matter the differences as soon as one discharges the same image.
In Miami Vice, the image is not deduced from reality, but reality from the image. It is by it (parallel trajectories of two off-shore planes filmed at night) that Sonny and Ricardo identify the supplier who helps them to integrate into the Organization, it is by it again (two bodies intertwined on a dance floor) that Montoya understands the relation that unites Sonny and “his Isabella”, it is again it (the infra-red image of Jose Vero’s snipers that Lieutenant Castillo locates) that gives the send off for the final shoot-out.
The classical/modern conflict, essential in Mann, takes here an unexpected turn and puts Miami Vice undoubtedly at the origin of a new cycle in Mann’s work. The question is no longer, as in Manhunter (1986) or Heat, to evaluate what between two worlds is similar or different since, if disparity remains, it is in a negligible manner. From this point of view, classicism with its strong events (hold-ups, shoot-outs, marked positions, etc.), its simplification of the stakes and its resolution of an initial given situation is consumed: the leak in the heart of a governmental agency that launched the narrative will never be identified, the romance between Isabella and Sonny appears suddenly on the way and finally takes the upper hand, while, at the end, Montoya vanishes. From modernity and from American cinema of the 1970s, Miami Vice has kept a problematic rapport to action, between deflating (how many dismissed sequences and aborted conclusions) and overheating. But there is also the feeling of a complex and illegible world, in which it has become impossible to interact if not in a peripheral manner (the release of Trudy from the claws of the Aryen brothers, the elimination of Yero, etc.). The film progresses (too) quickly, but at a constant rhythm (which is to say the contrary of a classical temporality), as if nothing could carry it away or slow it down. The network demands it, the world of Miami Vice has lost its centre of gravity and seems devoted to a paradoxical movement: illusion of speed (or rather haste) but effect of being stuck. Heat and Collateral were centred around a dual relationship: two couples of characters – Hanna-McCauley and Vincent (Tom Cruise)-Max (Jamie Foxx) – whose intertwining constitutes the subject of the films, the point of equilibrium towards which they inexorably converge. Around what centre does Miami Vice turn? What finally is its point of anchoring?
Sonny and Isabella, The Axis of Desire
At the beginning of the film, in a villa that looks like an aquarium, a long discussion gets under way between the Miami Dade team and Nicholas (Eddie Marsan), a dealer connected to the mafia’s multinational company. The goal: to put Sonny and Ricardo in contact with members of the cartel. Standing near a bay window, Sonny leaves the conversation for a brief moment and turns towards the ocean. It’s a moment of existential solitude characteristic of Mann’s cinema (silence on the soundtrack, gaze lost on the horizon) that already indicates the desire of the character to extricate himself from the flux, to reinvent lost time. Sonny is the desire of an elsewhere, the perpetual will to disconnect from the world, mentally as well as physically, as the escapade at Havana testifies. After the ideal image of the American dream (Thief), the Fiji Islands (Heat) and the postcard of the Maldives (Collateral), Sonny embodies in his turn the Mannian imaginary of a mental and geographical extension, of a utopic elsewhere that the film will never realize but whose simulacrum it will fabricate (Havana). The two cops thus embody two divergent movements. Ricardo takes care of the police story and assures its upkeep; he is the man of stability (both in his love life and professionally) and of the centre. Sonny, on the other hand is unpredictable and instinctive; he carries in him a desire for rupture, deviation, and unbalance.
Ciudad del Este, on the border between Paraguay, Brazil and Argentina. It is the first test for Sonny and Ricardo in the skin of hardened drug runners. The test of force takes place in a dark warehouse, typical space of the underworld and its secret activities. Facing them is José Yero, Montoya’s right-hand man and first cog of the multinational company. The confrontation between the three men dictates the editing of the sequence (shot/reverse-shot and establishing shots that stress the presence of over-armed doormen) but their discussion deteriorates to a point of impasse. Suddenly, somewhere in the surrounding area of this little theatre of shadows, a voice, imperial and authoritative, emerges off-screen, straight away relayed by a horizontal movement of camera that reveals the presence of a woman (already there, but invisible until then). The first appearance of Isabella in the film imposes a decentring of the sequence (from José Yero to this woman in the impeccable suit). Like Sonny a few minutes earlier, Isabella remains aloof, on the edge of the frame, and provokes the displacement of the shot towards its margins.
From this point of view, the Havana sequence only achieves what the mise en scène (two identical desires, thus two ways of occupying the frame) anticipated. The couple then becomes scarce in relation to a narrative that the film, for twelve minutes, leaves in suspense. Mann then stresses at length their trip, from the coast of Florida to that of Havana: time relaxes, the distances hollow out space again. Their breakaway functions like a gasp of air, an attempt to recover a space against the flux, against topicality, even if, as Olivier Mongin writes in La Condition urbaine: “Places can only be the underside/reverse of flux, a make believe, a simple existential haven, a cell destined to regain one’s breath, a retreat where the vita activa is banished.” (4) It is an insular sequence. The future and the past, projects become once again between them topics of discussion. In disconnecting from topicality (and from technology, not the slightest ring of the telephone), the film reconnects to the past, to History, to memories, and finds again (condenses) something of the respiration of Mann’s previous films: Isabella has revealed snippets of her childhood, shows a photo of her mother to Sonny, recalls her origins; Sonny speaks to her of their future, of what she contemplates doing after. Flux is technology and technology (a major acquisition of paranoid fictions of the 1970s: see the opening sequence of Three Days of the Condor) is death: it is the literal equivalence of the explosion of the mobile home, set off by Yero’s mobile phone.
How can man hold on in a disembodied world, so transparent but ultimately so opaque? The disappearance of the human, its dematerialization in the heart of an urban universe governed by technology, and thus its capacity for resistance, constitutes one of the central themes of Mann’s cinema and finds in Miami Vice its most accomplished extension. Here, the only point of view capable of reversing the flux is in the Sonny-Isabella axis. When their eyes connect, immediately the world recedes and the flux subsides. On the port of Baranquilla in Colombia, the transfer of goods recedes to the background as soon as Isabella appears in the shot, looking for Sonny’s eyes. In the same way, the final gunfight goes from foreground to background exactly when Isabella discovers the badge (and identity) of Sonny. Without the woman, the man is nothing. If he loses this ballast, he falls (Alonzo’s suicide, return to the flux and darkness for Sonny at the end of the film); if he finds her again, he remains on the surface (Trudy comes out of a coma and Ricardo wakes up). But Isabella isn’t the only one to hold this power of aspiration and de-framing. In Miami Vice, women are the only ones to possess the power to divert the narrative (Yero’s jealousy, secretly in love with Isabella), to calm it (amorous sequence between Ricardo and Trudy) or to speed it up (Trudy taken hostage; Lonetta’s death). From the first sequence, Mann expressly makes women the pivot of all the swerves: the silhouette of a dancer against a background of electronic images, a conscious pick-up by Sonny of the waitress, the deal between a pimp and his client, and the murder of the wife of an informer.
The scales of the film tip in a no-man’s land in the middle of which two cops finally meet Jesus Montoya. But Ricardo and Sonny do not have the same reading of the sequence: the first concentrates on the drug godfather, on his orders and the information he delivers, while the second sees only Isabella and the relation (two watches with identical diamonds) which, he believes, connects her to Montoya. Ricardo remains tied to the fiction of the genre Sonny gives up, sucked up by this woman who looks like an icon. When she moves away in the car, Sonny’s gaze remains fixed on her and finds at last the axis of its desire: the only bright trace at the heart of this indecipherable night, point of sublime anchoring and dazzling gap, Isabella appears like the image of a possible elsewhere. But it’s only an image (the rectangle formed by the window pane).
In the last sequence of the film, Sonny takes Isabella to a house by the sea, a deserted hideaway where a boat is waiting. Of their story, there remains nothing more than two faces framed in close-up, turned towards a horizon henceforth blocked. “It was too good to last,” he says. Isabella takes off, alone, glancing one last time at Sonny. But no reverse shot is forthcoming: Sonny, already into his car, moves away and the optical axis that they formed together suddenly breaks. It is the moment to return to the flux. To give in. The world rediscovers its balance but loses a little more of its humanity. One of Sonny’s replies to Isabella comes to mind: “We can do nothing against gravity.” In other words, there is nothing to be done against the flux, except to extricate oneself for a short while. We end up always by going back to it and dissolving therein (the last shot of the film). Sonny: “We have no future.” Here, no more deeply glistening marine seaweed (Heat), no more Maldives to refresh the eyes (Collateral), no more photographic dream to realize (Thief), in Miami Vice the elsewhere is a lost cause. And melancholy is the only way of living on a long-term basis in the world.
“One of these mornings / Won’t be very long / You will look for me / And I’ll be gone”, Patti LaBelle sings to the music of Moby at the beginning of their story – Isabella and Sonny on the way to Havana – but already its end.
Endnotes
1. Jean Baudrillard, translated by Chris Turner, The Intelligence of Evil or the Lucidity Pact (New York: Oxford University Press, 2005).
2. Jean Baudrillard, Le Pacte de lucidité ou l’intelligence de Mal, translation by S. Shafto.
3. On this topic, see my article, “Trajectories incompatibles”, in Panic 1, November 2005.
4. Olivier Mongin, La Condition humaine: la ville à l’heure de la mondialisation (Paris: Seuil, 2005).
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Re: CORRUPCIÓN EN MIAMI
por Wolfchild138 Mar Mayo 31 2022, 12:04
La critica francesa ya colocó en el lugar que se merecen gente como Clint Eastwood o Alfred Hitchcock, cuando eran infravalorados por el resto de criticos... a mi "Corrupcion en Miami" me parece una buena pelicula, pero quien sabe, quizás sea una obra maestra, por que no?
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Re: CORRUPCIÓN EN MIAMI
por Axlferrari Vie Jun 10 2022, 10:18
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Gravity of the Flux: Michael Mann’s Miami Vice
Magistral artículo en inglés de J.-B. Thoret que capta toda la grandeza de Miami Vice, una de las películas más importantes de los últimos veinte años:
https://www.sensesofcinema.com/2007/feature-articles/miami-vice/
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The Real is no more than the asymptomatic horizon of the Virtual.
– Jean Baudrillard, Le Pacte de lucidité ou l’intelligence du Mal (1)
Created by Anthony Yerkovitch and supervised (very) closely by Michael Mann, Miami Vice was, let’s remember, one of the leading television series of the 1980s and for the director of Heat (1995), chastened by the failure of The Keep (1983), the laboratory where he was going to forge a new æsthetic, founded on an extreme sophistication of mise en scène, an excessive taste for design and advertising kitsch (colour coding for each episode, Armani suits and moccasins for the heroes, etc.). One hundred and eleven episodes were shot between 1984 and 1989, with Don Johnson and Philip Michael Thomas in the roles of the sexiest and best-dressed cops in the history of television. From the credits, the tone is set: updated MTV and FM pop radio via the soundtrack (Phil Collins, Pat Benatar, Dire Straits, Bryan Ferry and electro-funk hits). The wings of pink flamingos in slow motion, tracking shots on gleaming limousines, an excess of bikinied bimbos, champagne flutes and dollar bills: in other words, the flashy universe of a series which, like Brian De Palma’s Scarface (1983) released one year earlier in theatres (and also set in Miami) and William Friedkin’s To Live and Die in L.A. (1985), was striving to paint the portrait of America in the 1980s, with its cult of individualism and money, of arrogant successes and cheap flashiness. Miami on the one hand, but Vice on the other: behind the yachts of the gangsters and their pastel-coloured palaces, a world infected by corruption and artifice, a carnivorous and swampy world for which the pet alligator of Sonny Crockett (Johnson) provides a limpid metaphor of America.
Finally, Michael Mann brings Miami Vice to the big screen and, in doing so, the greatest contemporary American filmmaker proves once again his ability to bend the logic of the blockbuster (Miami Vice was thus oversold) to his personal universe, to the extent that occasionally one has the impression of a brilliant re-routing of money (the film cost more than 150 million dollars) in favour of a radical work that does not give up its author’s formal and stylistic ambitions. Therefore, there is no consensus in its approach, but rather an extraordinary science of the alliance between the demands of the filmmaker and that of an art that is great only on the condition of remaining popular (the genre film, the foundation of all his films) – that is to say, the characteristic of the great American artists whose torch today Mann is one of the few to carry. Shot in HD video, a technique that Mann and his cameraman Dion Beebe pioneered in Collateral (2004), Miami Vice makes up first of all a novel sensory experience and, from a formal point of view, an inspired synthesis of impressionism and hyper-realism. The extreme graininess of the image, the heightened sensitivity of the light and the dilution of the colours confer on each shot a never-before-seen density on the cinema screen. A flash of lightning that stripes the sky, a palm tree that bends under the weight of the wind and an incandescent night that Mann’s camera relentlessly pursues convey the feeling of a hallucinatory film where man and nature dissolve in each other, quivering with the same tragic breath.
War Zone and Speed of Disappearance
On paper and in appearance, Miami Vice develops between a police story and a spy film and, before it blows up, the origin of its fiction is the murder of an FBI agent who has infiltrated the drug world. In order to solve the case, two Miami police detectives, James ‘Sonny’ Crockett (Colin Farrell) and Ricardo ‘Rico’ Tubbs (Jamie Foxx), pass as hardened drug dealers and make contact with the financial administration of a drug cartel, a vast organization endowed with staggering means. In a few minutes, Mann disposes of the picturesque approach of the genre (colourful gangsters, men with working-class hands, smooth talkers accompanied by a very definite bad taste) and composes a picture of the mafia with vague contours, a state-within-the-state equally at ease in the transfer of funds on a grand scale as in the clinical execution of offenders. At first sight, Michael Mann reconnects with the vein of the film-dossier of the 1970s, that of Three Days of the Condor (Sydney Pollack, 1975) and The Parallax View (Alan J. Pakula, 1974), a vein he already resumed with The Insider (1999), and re-employs his motif of identity reversals, his obsession with plot (who, from the FBI, CIA or Miami Dade, inhabits the traitor?) and his pervasive paranoia. But at bottom, Mann films this story of big-time trafficking like a high-tech war film where it is above all a question of logistics, an exchange of information, of surveillance and of technological mastery. Mann moreover repeatedly underlines the collusion between police and military techniques: on the way to a secret meeting place where Jesus Montoya (Luis Tosar), the big boss of the cartel, awaits them, Sonny and Ricardo realize that the drug traffickers use a system of electronic interference identical to the one employed by the CIA in Iraq. Finally, the film’s big shoot-out does not invert – as does Heat – the codes of a precise cinematographic genre (the Western), but rather is inspired directly by the imagery of war reportage: deafening and ultra-realist sound of weapons, moments captured live, discontinuity and partial illegibility of the action, proliferation of points of view (= suppression of a point of view), snipers in ambush.
Fascinating is first and foremost the way in which Mann, in total opposition to the classical treatment of narrative, rejects off-screen space or treats key moments of intrigue in sped-up motion (a war is told in snatches) and chooses to rest the great narrative knots of the film on details: a diamond watch illuminating the ambiguous relations between Isabella (Gong Li) and Jesus Montoya, or the discrete tear in the eye of Montaya’s heir apparent José Yero (John Ortis), by which we come to understand his deeper motives. The power of Miami Vice comes from its mix of formal elegance and brutality, of extreme stylisation and hyper-realism. Always both at once, they are in accordance with Mann’s great theorem: become the other in order to fight him, but at the risk, like the cop played by Colin Farrell, of losing one’s footing in an imprecise zone where nothing anymore allows reality to be distinguished from make-believe. Very quickly, the always-reassuring foundation of the genre, with its archetypes, its codes, its values and its outcome, collapses. The narrative develops then by jerks, flattens most of the peaks of action (the hold-up of the Haitian mafiosi settled in a few shots) and multiplies the false starts, as in the film’s opening, which concentrates on the arrest of a pimp, Neptune (Isaach De Bankole), then in a fraction of a second changes direction. Violence erupts in the shot, preceded by no ritual, blows up without forewarning and one enters into the film (no opening sequence, no title card) like a war reporter projected in the middle of a conflict in progress. Without beginning or end, it is just 135 breathless minutes deducted from an uninterrupted flux of images and events.
The first minutes impose a jerky and staggering movement, which the film, with the exception of the romantic interlude of the couple, Sonny and Isabella, in Havana, will not abandon. Everything mixes already, interior and exterior (Sonny goes from the interior of the night club to a roof in a continuous movement), public and private spheres (a short scene of Sonny flirting with a waitress, then an immediate return to the mission): Sonny and Ricardo’s first appearance seems to be the exact opposite of Neil McCauley (Robert De Niro) and Lt Vincent Hanna (Al Pacino) in Heat.
If amplitude and expansion inform the natural rhythm of Mann’s films up until now, Miami Vice takes place under the sign of compression, of the fragment, of speed and of breathlessness. Immersed in the milieu of night clubbers, already infiltrated, the two men emerge in the frame in a stroboscopic way. Between the dancers’ bodies, the movements of the crowd and the plasma screens, some rapid insert shots testify to their presence in the nightclub while the soundtrack juxtaposes, without the least wish for smooth mixing, three incomplete pieces, solely linked by the pounding of a same repetitive beat.
The opening ten minutes are enough for Mann to fix the rhythmic rules of Miami Vice: the event taking place will always matter more than the one that follows, whence the strange feeling of a film in pursuit of itself, obsessed by the next job, the action that follows. Filming with the camera on the shoulder gives the feeling, new in Mann, of a constant fragility of shots and, therefore, of what they show. It is as if each shot were thinking of two things at once – the event taking place (a deal, an arrest) and the event to come (the same over again) – and that the best way to not collapse consists of never staying still. In Miami Vice, it’s to be physically there, here and now, because mentally one is always and already elsewhere. The film is short-winded, in constant precocious ejaculation (a joke of Ricardo to his girlfriend Trudy (Naomie Harris) that reveals one of the principle motors of the film), Miami Vice possesses an immense but implosive energy which has nothing to do with the explosive energy of Mann’s earlier police films. (From this point of view, for the aborted sequence of the nightclub, Mann chooses a rigorously opposed treatment to that of the night club scene in Collateral.)
The jerky and convulsive narrative unfolds less according to a classical logic of development of sequences (dilation, edited in power and explosion) than of rampant compilation and short-circuits. The speed of the linking of the actions, their extreme compression, thus prevents the emergence of the feeling of a time that disappears, of a length that takes hold, in favour of a constant and monotonous topicality subservient to the law of “the here and now” – “Right now” the characters do not cease repeating throughout the film. But topicality is the opposite of time and the excess (of actions, of characters, of ramifications, of narrative lines, of narrative forks, etc.) is the mask of an omnipresent lack – lack of space, lack of the Other, lack of time, above all. “Time is luck”, says Isabella on several occasions to Sonny: a tragic refrain and curse of all of Mann’s heroes.
Surviving in the Flux
Miami Vice is above all a great film on the human condition in a time of flux. Everything progresses at top speed (the meetings, the love affairs, the reversals, the cars) but essentially nothing really moves forward. The general rumour of flux absorbs every modification of this flux, and dismisses events and characters with a noise from deep bottom. A trail of blood on the roadway (the suicide of the snitch, Alonzo (John Hawkes)), an echo on a radar or the noise of fingers snapping, are but nothing more than a short-lived imbalance of the global system. Whence the extraordinary and (paradoxical) inertia produced by a narrative so smitten with rapidity, as well as in the linking of sequences and shots, as in the execution of actions. The points of view become confused, the shots fall like unhooked links, but the general signal finishes by sweeping it along in the events that make it up. It traffics, it pulls, it circulates: Miami Vice is the point of flux against man’s point of view.
The use of HD allows Mann to forge a dense image, often opaque and viscous, which deepens the backgrounds and engulf the foregrounds. Thus, the characters gain in definition what they lose in contour, and thus in identity – visually, they free themselves with difficulty from the background and seem ceaselessly threatened with dissolution. This loss provokes an increased weight of the bodies (watch how they fall in the final shoot out), a constant swaying of space and, for the spectators, the feeling of a hypnotic pitching of shots. Deep water constitutes the primary substance of Miami Vice, a magmatic power that plays against the speed of the narrative and from which the individuals struggle and finally, failing that, they lose themselves. As a counterpoint to the chaos and confusion of human relations, Mann multiplies surface effects (bay windows, villas on the border of the sea) and sliding (off-shore, in the plane, in race cars). They are impeccable images from a world where survival depends on the capacity to remain on the surface (and superficial) and that allows consequently for only two positions: drowning (Sonny, the most infiltrated of the two) or weightlessness (Ricardo); either the temptation of the margin or the maintenance in the centre.
In the beginning of the film, Sonny and Ricardo pull-over Alonzo’s car, a snitch whose wife was just kidnapped. Sequence of panic on the edge of the highway: Alonzo wants to return home, see his wife and flee. “You don’t need to go home”, Ricardo says to him, since he knows it is already too late. Shot of Alonzo’s crushed face (“But they promised”), reverse shot on Ricardo’s (“They lied”). In the blurred passage from the cop’s face to the re-framing of the camera on the flow of the traffic, the man has thrown himself under a truck, leaving only a scarlet stain on the pavement. To become integrated in the flux is also to lose oneself therein.
The film closes as abruptly as it opened: Isabella escapes from the flux by the sea (the eternal utopia of Mann’s characters): “It’s magic”, says a fisherman about the sea near the beginning of Thief (1981), Sonny turns his back on the sea and returns to the flux. And loses himself therein. Life suspended on one side, perpetual flux on the other. No dead time or respite: the system runs at full speed but on empty, and possesses no other end than that of its own stability. To such an extent that one could, like Isabella, pass one’s entire life there: “It’s all that I know how to do; I’ve been doing that since I was 17”, she tells Sonny when the latter questions her on the possibility of an elsewhere, of an alternative life. The only thing that counts is the global balance of the system and its capacity to restore the unchanging order of things (disappearance of Jesus Montoya/death of Jose Yero, disappearance of Isabella/reappearance of Trudy, etc.). At bottom, between the beginning and the end of the film, nothing has changed. Like Frank (James Caan) at the end of Thief or Lowell Bergman (Al Pacino) in the last shot of The Insider, Sonny recedes in depth of the field, with his back to us, and disappears. In the world in flux that Miami Vice follows, the human is only an event, a lost atom in the multitude, similar to the one described by the hired killer in Collateral. It is either arrogance and/or naïveté of the couple, Sonny-Isabella, to have believed that the human could be stronger than the flux.
The men of Miami Dade only conform to the programs that pre-exist them, to respond to the electronic stimuli (a telephone call, a reaction). They turn out to be incapable of taking control of a disarticulated narrative that sometimes calls to mind, but in a less playful way, the game “Simon Says”, imagined by Jeremy Irons’ character in John McTiernan’s Die Hard: With a Vengeance (1995). Only Sonny manages it once with Isabella. You wouldn’t think it, and we’ll come back to it, but Miami Vice has also just laid the foundations for a new order of action films.
Identity of the World and of the Network
The post-urban (and post-human) world of Miami Vice is a confused, fragmented and controlled world that holds together only by the financial flux that crosses it and the electronic images (surveillance cameras, radars, computer screens, etc.) recreating the simulacrum. There is no other logic than that of offer and demand, of movement in all directions imposed by economic private interests. Little matter, then, whether the goods are legal or not, little matter, too, the nature of the market, since the film treats capitalism like a war (Jesus Montoya, the drug godfather, hooked on Bloomberg TV), with his exploitation of resources of the Third World (here, the Dominican Republic, Paraguay and Uruguay), the merciless elimination of rivals and its calculated violence. Impressive is the way in which Mann views the cartography of this world in flux, where one goes in the space of an edit from Brazil to Paraguay, from Miami to Geneva, but also from the Law to its underside, according to a logic of intensive and breathtaking permutation. The contemporary world such as the film describes is expressed in the sentiment of a generalized feeling, of an integral proximity of spaces and individuals, permitted by an ultra-sophisticated technological environment. It is a misleading proximity, since the solitude of beings (total in Miami Vice) gets worse as the virtual exchanges develop.
The idea of the network isn’t new in Mann’s cinema but it never reached this point of coincidence with the world. Already in Thief, Frank, independent burglar, knew how much his survival depended on his capacity to act outside of the Chicago mafia network. That is, until he swallows his motto (“My money goes in my pocket”) and accepts, for the sake of his family and his dreams, to make a deal with the Faust-like Leo (Robert Prosky). It is a fatal connection that ends in an immediate and devastating cataclysm of spaces (the jobs, his garage and his intimacy) that he had hitherto known how to partition. In Heat, no matter how much the frontiers between exterior and interior trembled, there still remains the possibility of taking shelter from the world. The friction between public and private spheres is frequent, the effects of one into another, but justly: the effects suppose an overstepping and consequently the existence of boundaries that are still active. It is moreover in organizing the alternation between one space and another, in exploiting this arrhythmia in the style of Jean-Pierre Melville, that Mann has forged his style, characterized by long contemplative stretches inserted in the heart of hyper-coded narratives (polar, adventure film, biopic, paranoid fiction, etc.).
In The Insider, the power of the network goes up a notch. Mann records the disappearance of the border separating the system (tobacco manufacturers) from the opposition (CBS, in fact, simple link in the great global economy), and confronted an old school journalist to a reticular cartography incipient in the heart of which this former student of Herbert Marcuse loses little by little his bearings. What is the secret at the hour of total transparence? Where does one place oneself when everyone is in the same boat? A first-rate response is issued by the CBS lawyer in the middle of the film, and which recalls that of Isabella in Miami Vice: “All that you see around you belongs to Jesus Montoya”, she says to Sonny who believes in the existence of an elsewhere. Does there exist a position exterior to the System? Otherwise, how to resist?
With Miami Vice, this tension between exterior and interior is completely reduced to the profit of a reticular world entirely subservient to the logic of the networks and the flux. Here, the spaces of resistance are disabled, almost nonexistent. Havana, haven of peace, is outside the flux and its exhausting topicality. In this sublime sequence, twelve minutes in weightlessness not a single one more, it is already time for Sonny to return (literally) to the dock. The counter space that Sonny and Isabella try to invent no longer holds together. Back in the flux, it explodes. The only possibility is to confuse the two, abolish the frontiers and submit to the rules of the network, like Ricardo and Trudy, lovers and co-workers. As Ricardo says to Alonzo: “You don’t need to go home” – and for a very good reason, because in Miami Vice home no longer exists. All that remains is an undifferentiated and homogenous zone, public and private, regulated and unstable.
The identity of the world and of the network explains why, according to a classical approach of the genre (undercover movie), what could have been one of the principal stakes of the film (How to preserve a cop’s false identity? How to make believe that one is another?) are settled very quickly. In Miami Vice, identity is no longer a question. “What difference is there between being infiltrated and being implicated up to your neck?”, as Ricardo more or less asks Sonny. The disconcerting facility with which the two cops shoulder the scheme of the complete Mafiosi expresses not only the indistinction of milieus but also the absolute reversibility of positions.
The fact that the priority is that of the network and not that of individuals implies the possibility of hiding oneself there, of disappearing in the intangible space of the Virtual and so to be nowhere located, which solves all problems of identity, not to mention the problems of alterity. (2)
An immense step is taken here from Heat, which, despite the impression of resemblance between the cop Hanna and the gangster McCauley, protects and maintains intact a principle of alterity, a difference of nature vis à vis the Law that prevents Mann from framing them together. (3) Heat was a film on reflection, the mirror effect, the temptation of the Other; Miami Vice is a film on confusion, indistinction and the equivalence of opposites. The cop is no longer the reversed double of the drug dealer, but his distant echo, his replica, even if on his last legs, Michael Mann once again half opens the door onto a world (Heat, the classic police story, the Law and its underside) in the process of becoming extinct. In Miami Vice, infiltration does not constitute an infringement of the general Law of a global system that has resolved contradictions and confused positions. In this obscure indecipherable without limits, what one really is (a cop, a crook) no longer matters. The only thing that counts is the trace that one leaves in the system, the stamp that one leaves there: back in Colombia where they have come to settle their first mission as carriers, Sonny and Ricardo fly a plane filled with drugs that is hidden in the wake of an official plane. Two distinct signals appear on the air control screen, two circles that overlap briefly before merging; two different engines for the radar, a single image. What difference is there between the Law and its underside? None, “Just a ghost”, says one of the radar controllers. No matter the differences as soon as one discharges the same image.
In Miami Vice, the image is not deduced from reality, but reality from the image. It is by it (parallel trajectories of two off-shore planes filmed at night) that Sonny and Ricardo identify the supplier who helps them to integrate into the Organization, it is by it again (two bodies intertwined on a dance floor) that Montoya understands the relation that unites Sonny and “his Isabella”, it is again it (the infra-red image of Jose Vero’s snipers that Lieutenant Castillo locates) that gives the send off for the final shoot-out.
The classical/modern conflict, essential in Mann, takes here an unexpected turn and puts Miami Vice undoubtedly at the origin of a new cycle in Mann’s work. The question is no longer, as in Manhunter (1986) or Heat, to evaluate what between two worlds is similar or different since, if disparity remains, it is in a negligible manner. From this point of view, classicism with its strong events (hold-ups, shoot-outs, marked positions, etc.), its simplification of the stakes and its resolution of an initial given situation is consumed: the leak in the heart of a governmental agency that launched the narrative will never be identified, the romance between Isabella and Sonny appears suddenly on the way and finally takes the upper hand, while, at the end, Montoya vanishes. From modernity and from American cinema of the 1970s, Miami Vice has kept a problematic rapport to action, between deflating (how many dismissed sequences and aborted conclusions) and overheating. But there is also the feeling of a complex and illegible world, in which it has become impossible to interact if not in a peripheral manner (the release of Trudy from the claws of the Aryen brothers, the elimination of Yero, etc.). The film progresses (too) quickly, but at a constant rhythm (which is to say the contrary of a classical temporality), as if nothing could carry it away or slow it down. The network demands it, the world of Miami Vice has lost its centre of gravity and seems devoted to a paradoxical movement: illusion of speed (or rather haste) but effect of being stuck. Heat and Collateral were centred around a dual relationship: two couples of characters – Hanna-McCauley and Vincent (Tom Cruise)-Max (Jamie Foxx) – whose intertwining constitutes the subject of the films, the point of equilibrium towards which they inexorably converge. Around what centre does Miami Vice turn? What finally is its point of anchoring?
Sonny and Isabella, The Axis of Desire
At the beginning of the film, in a villa that looks like an aquarium, a long discussion gets under way between the Miami Dade team and Nicholas (Eddie Marsan), a dealer connected to the mafia’s multinational company. The goal: to put Sonny and Ricardo in contact with members of the cartel. Standing near a bay window, Sonny leaves the conversation for a brief moment and turns towards the ocean. It’s a moment of existential solitude characteristic of Mann’s cinema (silence on the soundtrack, gaze lost on the horizon) that already indicates the desire of the character to extricate himself from the flux, to reinvent lost time. Sonny is the desire of an elsewhere, the perpetual will to disconnect from the world, mentally as well as physically, as the escapade at Havana testifies. After the ideal image of the American dream (Thief), the Fiji Islands (Heat) and the postcard of the Maldives (Collateral), Sonny embodies in his turn the Mannian imaginary of a mental and geographical extension, of a utopic elsewhere that the film will never realize but whose simulacrum it will fabricate (Havana). The two cops thus embody two divergent movements. Ricardo takes care of the police story and assures its upkeep; he is the man of stability (both in his love life and professionally) and of the centre. Sonny, on the other hand is unpredictable and instinctive; he carries in him a desire for rupture, deviation, and unbalance.
Ciudad del Este, on the border between Paraguay, Brazil and Argentina. It is the first test for Sonny and Ricardo in the skin of hardened drug runners. The test of force takes place in a dark warehouse, typical space of the underworld and its secret activities. Facing them is José Yero, Montoya’s right-hand man and first cog of the multinational company. The confrontation between the three men dictates the editing of the sequence (shot/reverse-shot and establishing shots that stress the presence of over-armed doormen) but their discussion deteriorates to a point of impasse. Suddenly, somewhere in the surrounding area of this little theatre of shadows, a voice, imperial and authoritative, emerges off-screen, straight away relayed by a horizontal movement of camera that reveals the presence of a woman (already there, but invisible until then). The first appearance of Isabella in the film imposes a decentring of the sequence (from José Yero to this woman in the impeccable suit). Like Sonny a few minutes earlier, Isabella remains aloof, on the edge of the frame, and provokes the displacement of the shot towards its margins.
From this point of view, the Havana sequence only achieves what the mise en scène (two identical desires, thus two ways of occupying the frame) anticipated. The couple then becomes scarce in relation to a narrative that the film, for twelve minutes, leaves in suspense. Mann then stresses at length their trip, from the coast of Florida to that of Havana: time relaxes, the distances hollow out space again. Their breakaway functions like a gasp of air, an attempt to recover a space against the flux, against topicality, even if, as Olivier Mongin writes in La Condition urbaine: “Places can only be the underside/reverse of flux, a make believe, a simple existential haven, a cell destined to regain one’s breath, a retreat where the vita activa is banished.” (4) It is an insular sequence. The future and the past, projects become once again between them topics of discussion. In disconnecting from topicality (and from technology, not the slightest ring of the telephone), the film reconnects to the past, to History, to memories, and finds again (condenses) something of the respiration of Mann’s previous films: Isabella has revealed snippets of her childhood, shows a photo of her mother to Sonny, recalls her origins; Sonny speaks to her of their future, of what she contemplates doing after. Flux is technology and technology (a major acquisition of paranoid fictions of the 1970s: see the opening sequence of Three Days of the Condor) is death: it is the literal equivalence of the explosion of the mobile home, set off by Yero’s mobile phone.
How can man hold on in a disembodied world, so transparent but ultimately so opaque? The disappearance of the human, its dematerialization in the heart of an urban universe governed by technology, and thus its capacity for resistance, constitutes one of the central themes of Mann’s cinema and finds in Miami Vice its most accomplished extension. Here, the only point of view capable of reversing the flux is in the Sonny-Isabella axis. When their eyes connect, immediately the world recedes and the flux subsides. On the port of Baranquilla in Colombia, the transfer of goods recedes to the background as soon as Isabella appears in the shot, looking for Sonny’s eyes. In the same way, the final gunfight goes from foreground to background exactly when Isabella discovers the badge (and identity) of Sonny. Without the woman, the man is nothing. If he loses this ballast, he falls (Alonzo’s suicide, return to the flux and darkness for Sonny at the end of the film); if he finds her again, he remains on the surface (Trudy comes out of a coma and Ricardo wakes up). But Isabella isn’t the only one to hold this power of aspiration and de-framing. In Miami Vice, women are the only ones to possess the power to divert the narrative (Yero’s jealousy, secretly in love with Isabella), to calm it (amorous sequence between Ricardo and Trudy) or to speed it up (Trudy taken hostage; Lonetta’s death). From the first sequence, Mann expressly makes women the pivot of all the swerves: the silhouette of a dancer against a background of electronic images, a conscious pick-up by Sonny of the waitress, the deal between a pimp and his client, and the murder of the wife of an informer.
The scales of the film tip in a no-man’s land in the middle of which two cops finally meet Jesus Montoya. But Ricardo and Sonny do not have the same reading of the sequence: the first concentrates on the drug godfather, on his orders and the information he delivers, while the second sees only Isabella and the relation (two watches with identical diamonds) which, he believes, connects her to Montoya. Ricardo remains tied to the fiction of the genre Sonny gives up, sucked up by this woman who looks like an icon. When she moves away in the car, Sonny’s gaze remains fixed on her and finds at last the axis of its desire: the only bright trace at the heart of this indecipherable night, point of sublime anchoring and dazzling gap, Isabella appears like the image of a possible elsewhere. But it’s only an image (the rectangle formed by the window pane).
In the last sequence of the film, Sonny takes Isabella to a house by the sea, a deserted hideaway where a boat is waiting. Of their story, there remains nothing more than two faces framed in close-up, turned towards a horizon henceforth blocked. “It was too good to last,” he says. Isabella takes off, alone, glancing one last time at Sonny. But no reverse shot is forthcoming: Sonny, already into his car, moves away and the optical axis that they formed together suddenly breaks. It is the moment to return to the flux. To give in. The world rediscovers its balance but loses a little more of its humanity. One of Sonny’s replies to Isabella comes to mind: “We can do nothing against gravity.” In other words, there is nothing to be done against the flux, except to extricate oneself for a short while. We end up always by going back to it and dissolving therein (the last shot of the film). Sonny: “We have no future.” Here, no more deeply glistening marine seaweed (Heat), no more Maldives to refresh the eyes (Collateral), no more photographic dream to realize (Thief), in Miami Vice the elsewhere is a lost cause. And melancholy is the only way of living on a long-term basis in the world.
“One of these mornings / Won’t be very long / You will look for me / And I’ll be gone”, Patti LaBelle sings to the music of Moby at the beginning of their story – Isabella and Sonny on the way to Havana – but already its end.
Endnotes
1. Jean Baudrillard, translated by Chris Turner, The Intelligence of Evil or the Lucidity Pact (New York: Oxford University Press, 2005).
2. Jean Baudrillard, Le Pacte de lucidité ou l’intelligence de Mal, translation by S. Shafto.
3. On this topic, see my article, “Trajectories incompatibles”, in Panic 1, November 2005.
4. Olivier Mongin, La Condition humaine: la ville à l’heure de la mondialisation (Paris: Seuil, 2005).
"...but because it captures a seismic historical transition in crime — from bullets to digital, local scores to international transactions."
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por Axlferrari Vie Ago 25 2023, 05:40
Entrevista de Michael Mann en "Variety" (incluye un vídeo) : Michael Mann Talks Directing Adam Driver for 'Ferrari,' 'Heat 2' Plans - Variety
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El magnífico libro de Thoret sobre Michael Mann saldrá traducido en inglés en 2024.
Presentación :
"Con sólo once películas en su haber, Michael Mann ha conseguido trazar una línea singular e innovadora dentro de la industria de Hollywood. El Último Mohicano, Heat, The Insider, Ali, Collateral, Corrupción en Miami y Enemigos públicos han redistribuido las cartas del cine estadounidense hasta el punto de convertir a Mann en uno de los cineastas más importantes de las tres últimas décadas.
En pocos planos se puede identificar su estilo cinematográfico único : una predilección por los escenarios urbanos - y en particular por Los Ángeles, cuya imagen supo renovar - y los impresionantes planos nocturnos; un gusto por los hombres supremamente hábiles pero solitarios; una obsesión por el mundo del crimen; y, sobre todo, una forma contemplativa de filmar que combina fascinación y melancolía.
Más allá de un ensayo exhaustivo sobre la carrera de un cineasta revolucionario, este ensayo de Jean-Baptiste Thoret, es también un tratado sobre la época contemporánea."
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Michael Mann to Adapt South Korean Crime Thriller Veteran (thefilmstage.com)
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por Fridge Jue Mar 21 2024, 15:13
Presumo que ésto lo habrá puesto ya el bueno de Axlferrari.
https://vandal.elespanol.com/noticia-amp/r25424/michael-mann-se-prepara-para-heat-2-la-esperada-continuacion-de-uno-de-los-clasicos-del-cine-moderno
https://vandal.elespanol.com/noticia-amp/r25424/michael-mann-se-prepara-para-heat-2-la-esperada-continuacion-de-uno-de-los-clasicos-del-cine-moderno
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por FiXer Jue Mar 21 2024, 16:56
Tengo pendiente leer el libro de Heat 2, merece la pena? La película original me encanta, por si sirve de orientación.
Y Corrupción en Miami es una de esas asignaturas pendientes con la que nunca me animo porque temo que no haya envejecido nada bien (sólo he visto capítulos sueltos de reposiciones cuando era pequeño).
Y Corrupción en Miami es una de esas asignaturas pendientes con la que nunca me animo porque temo que no haya envejecido nada bien (sólo he visto capítulos sueltos de reposiciones cuando era pequeño).
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por Axlferrari Jue Mar 21 2024, 18:55
Habrá que ver qué sale de ahí... Mann es un perfeccionista y si ha decidido lanzarse en este proyecto por algo será. Aunque la verdad es que no soy muy fan de Adam Driver.Fridge escribió:Presumo que ésto lo habrá puesto ya el bueno de Axlferrari.
https://vandal.elespanol.com/noticia-amp/r25424/michael-mann-se-prepara-para-heat-2-la-esperada-continuacion-de-uno-de-los-clasicos-del-cine-moderno
Sí que merece la pena. La novela es muy interesante porque refleja las nuevas formas del crimen en un mundo globalizado y digital. Es algo que ya hacía muy bien la adaptación al cine de "Miami Vice" (sobre el tema hay un magnífico artículo del crítico J.-B. Thoret, Gravity of the Flux: Michael Mann’s Miami Vice – Senses of Cinema).FiXer escribió:Tengo pendiente leer el libro de Heat 2, merece la pena? La película original me encanta, por si sirve de orientación.
Y Corrupción en Miami es una de esas asignaturas pendientes con la que nunca me animo porque temo que no haya envejecido nada bien (sólo he visto capítulos sueltos de reposiciones cuando era pequeño).
Uno de los escenarios de Heat 2 es Ciudad del Este (Paraguay), situada en la Triple Frontera con Brasil y Argentina, foco de tráficos ilícitos... :
Sobre un tema parecido, Michael Mann ha escrito el prefacio del libro de Elaine Shannon sobre Paul Le Roux publicado por HarperCollins en 2019 :
Paul Le Roux - Wikipedia
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por Axlferrari Mar Mayo 07 2024, 17:01
FiXer escribió:Pues a por él entonces
^^ Meg Gardiner acaba de dar detalles sobre la escritura de la novela (a partir del minuto 8:30). Heat 2 es un muy buen thriller que consigue enganchar, mejor de lo que pensaba inicialmente. Los personajes son los de la película pero también aparecen otros protagonistas, en especial un villano al lado del cual Waingro parece una hermanita de la caridad.
La trama del libro daba para hacer una serie en lugar de una película (son más de 500 páginas con una cronología fragmentada entre diversas épocas, desde 1988 hasta el año 2000).
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por Axlferrari Jue Mayo 09 2024, 12:09
Austin Butler está en conversaciones para interpretar a Chris Shiherlis en Heat 2, personaje encarnado por Val Kilmer en 1995 : Austin Butler to Star in Michael Mann's ‘Heat 2' — World of Reel
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por FiXer Jue Mayo 09 2024, 12:22
Axlferrari escribió:
Austin Butler está en conversaciones para interpretar a Chris Shiherlis en Heat 2, personaje encarnado por Val Kilmer en 1995 : Austin Butler to Star in Michael Mann's ‘Heat 2' — World of Reel
Pues, la verdad, me encaja bastante bien. Les veo hasta cierto parecido.
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por Axlferrari Mar Mayo 14 2024, 07:50
Totalmente.FiXer escribió:Axlferrari escribió:
Austin Butler está en conversaciones para interpretar a Chris Shiherlis en Heat 2, personaje encarnado por Val Kilmer en 1995 : Austin Butler to Star in Michael Mann's ‘Heat 2' — World of Reel
Pues, la verdad, me encaja bastante bien. Les veo hasta cierto parecido.
Un buen vídeo sobre los hechos reales que inspiraron Heat :
JB Thoret en Facebook anunciando que su libro sobre Michael Mann ha salido en inglés :
El número 757 de la revista Positif (disponible en amazon.es) presenta un amplio dossier sobre Michael Mann con entrevistas al cineasta y a su director de fotografía Erik Messerschmidt, y artículos de Jean-Baptiste Thoret, Nicolas Bauche y Jean-Philippe Domecq.
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por Axlferrari Mar Jun 04 2024, 11:13
Las pelis de Michael Mann por orden cronológico.
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por Axlferrari Mar Jun 04 2024, 11:13
Bradley Cooper está en negociaciones avanzadas para actuar junto a Austin Butler en Heat 2.
Fuente: World of Reel
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por Axlferrari Mar Jun 18 2024, 22:11
Este vídeo es de ayer : ni confirma ni desmiente los rumores sobre Heat 2.
Amid 'Heat 2' casting rumors, Austin Butler shares what the original film means to him | Ap Video | lufkindailynews.com
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por Axlferrari Miér Jun 26 2024, 11:11
Don Winslow es un buen amigo de Michael Mann...
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por Axlferrari Vie Jul 05 2024, 20:35
El mayor cumplido que puedo hacer a HEAT 2 es que leerlo es como ver partes de la película original, una cantidad loca de energía cinética que sale volando de la página. Si Mann consigue esto en un largometraje, estaremos hablando de ello durante mucho tiempo.
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por Axlferrari Vie Jul 05 2024, 20:36
Michael Mann se ha abierto una cuenta en Letterboxd y nos regala un top con sus 14 películas favoritas. Ojo, porque la lista no está exenta de sorpresas (espinof.com)
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por Axlferrari Miér Jul 17 2024, 13:16
Michael Mann abre sus archivos empezando por el "making of" de Ferrari (el acceso ilimitado cuesta 65 dólares) : MM Archive - Ferrari Purchase Page (michaelmannarchives.com)
También ha confirmado que Heat 2 sigue adelante y que el rodaje podría empezar a finales de año : Exclusive: Michael Mann unveils behind-the-scenes Archives - Los Angeles Times (latimes.com)
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por Axlferrari Miér Ago 07 2024, 11:44
Se cumplen 20 años de Collateral :
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por rockero deprimido Miér Ago 07 2024, 12:05
Lo que más me gusta de Michael Mann es ese ambiente lánguido, depresivo en paz.Un gusto exquisito por saberlo acompañar de música ambiental y lo esteta que es.
Cuando al pacino le pide a De Niro que le dé la mano en el aeropuerto es muy bonito.
Y collateral es el ejemplo de que Tom cruise con un buen director es de los mejores actores que hay
Cuando al pacino le pide a De Niro que le dé la mano en el aeropuerto es muy bonito.
Y collateral es el ejemplo de que Tom cruise con un buen director es de los mejores actores que hay
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por Axlferrari Miér Ago 07 2024, 17:03
rockero deprimido escribió:Lo que más me gusta de Michael Mann es ese ambiente lánguido, depresivo en paz.Un gusto exquisito por saberlo acompañar de música ambiental y lo esteta que es.
Cuando al pacino le pide a De Niro que le dé la mano en el aeropuerto es muy bonito.
Y collateral es el ejemplo de que Tom cruise con un buen director es de los mejores actores que hay
No sé si la has leído, pero recomiendo la novela Heat 2, es una gozada sumergirse en la vida de estos personajes profundos y complejos : la novela explora a fondo su psicología y entendemos de dónde vienen algunas de sus obsesiones, como el famoso "no te encariñes con nadie ni con nada que no puedas dejar en 30 segundos si la poli te pisa los talones" de Neil McCauley...
Además tiene unas escenas de acción antológicas. La novela se lee como si uno estuviera viendo una película, en ese aspecto está muy bien.
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por Axlferrari Dom Ago 11 2024, 12:19
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Un buen artículo sobre el estilismo de Mann en una web de ropa masculina : The Stylish Legacy of Michael Mann's Heat – Drakes US
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por rockero deprimido Dom Ago 11 2024, 12:40
Imagino que un director en su primera película prácticamente se encarga de todo (almodovar) ya luego básicamente se dedica a dar el visto bueno o no a las iniciativas de los que contrata en base a su estilo visual.
Los directores grandes siempre trabajan con el mismo equipo de personas.
Vestuario, música, fotografía, montadores...
Los directores grandes siempre trabajan con el mismo equipo de personas.
Vestuario, música, fotografía, montadores...
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por Wolfchild138 Dom Ago 11 2024, 14:47
Axlferrari escribió:
Las pelis de Michael Mann por orden cronológico.
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Gran gran director...aunque confieso que no las he visto todas, me faltan "The Keeper", "Ali", "Black hat" y "Ferrari".
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por FiXer Dom Ago 11 2024, 14:51
Confesión: me encanta Mann pero detesto El Último Mohicano. Me parece que tiene un guión flojísimo y que en general está muy por debajo de lo esperable. Sólo salvo la música.
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por Axlferrari Lun Ago 26 2024, 09:08
Refleja un momento clave de la fundación de Estados Unidos y el fin de un pueblo de nativos, el inicio del control de la naturaleza por lo que todavía no se llamaba capitalismo industrial y la última celebración de la naturaleza por los nativos. También muestra como los ingleses y los franceses imponen una forma de legalidad perversa en la que la igualdad de todos ante la ley no es respetada, tema que aparece en varias películas de Mann. Recomiendo el capítulo 3 del libro de Thoret sobre Mann en el que analiza "El Último Mohicano" y su trasfondo histórico (está disponible en inglés y en francés).FiXer escribió:Confesión: me encanta Mann pero detesto El Último Mohicano. Me parece que tiene un guión flojísimo y que en general está muy por debajo de lo esperable. Sólo salvo la música.
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por Axlferrari Lun Ago 26 2024, 09:08
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Ayer Michael Mann ha dado algún detalle sobre Heat 2 pero no ha mencionado los actores. Está trabajando en el guion que es enorme y tiene previsto llevar el rodaje a Ciudad del Este, Mexicali, Chicago, Los Ángeles y sur de Asia (Bután).
Michael Mann Teases ‘Heat 2' Will Be Close to 3 Hours: “It's Large" — World of Reel
“I’m working on the script like seven days a week and… it’s large. It’s as large as the original, which was 2 hours 45 minutes.
Some of what the characters do is… beyond the novel itself, particularly the Chris Shiherlis character in the fourth part of it, the last act of it.
We shoot in Paraguay in Ciudad del Este where we shot for a number of days on this picture [“Miami Vice”], it’s a very wild place. Also in Mexicali, Chicago, LA and then in south-east Asia – probably Bhutan.”
Todavía no es oficial pero todo indica que Vinegar Syndrome va a lanzar una nueva edición en Blu-ray de The Keep (La fortaleza, 1983). Ya se han filtrado imágenes de la portada... No parece que Michael Mann haya participado en la nueva edición pero el escritor F. Paul Wilson (autor de la novela en la que se basa la peli) ya ha anunciado que ha grabado una entrevista.
Una película maldita entre otras cosas porque el director de los efectos especiales falleció en medio del rodaje.
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En la web del editor todavía no aparece : Vinegar Syndrome - Cult Film Preservation & Releasing
La novela en la que se basa la película fue reeditada hace poco : terror - Literatura pulp, underground, de terror etc... (foroazkenarock.com)
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Re: CORRUPCIÓN EN MIAMI
por Axlferrari Mar Oct 29 2024, 06:34
Corrupción en Miami, Blackhat y Heat 2 : para Michael Mann no hay visión más convincente del nuevo mundo en ciernes que la de un tipo blanco tirándose a una mujer china hipercompetente.
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Blackhat/Heat 2 también es enorme por desplazar de Occidente al Sudeste Asiático/Asia los motores del capitalismo. Replantea los mercados laborales y el crimen fuera del escenario occidental, considerado como un punto de la globalización.
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por Axlferrari Vie Nov 15 2024, 14:01
Una entrevista reciente de Michael Mann en el Aero Theatre de Santa Mónica para hablar de como sus películas favoritas influyeron en sus propias películas.
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00:00 Introduction
00:14 Ferrari and the Michael Mann Archives
8:36 Turbo
9:57 Battleship Potemkin, Heat, and Last of the Mohicans
13:30 Apocalypse Now
15:13 The Conformist
16:00 From Here to Eternity and The Jericho Mile
17:31 The Hurt Locker
18:56 Dr. Strangelove and Heat
20:34 The Loved One
21:12 Poor Things
22:38 L’Atalante
23:35 The Sweet Smell of Success and The Insider
25:36 I Am Cuba and Ali
29:21 Raging Bull
30:17 Miami Vice, Heat, and the theatrical experience
31:59 Biutiful
33:03 Incendies
33:28 Pan’s Labyrinth
34:01 The Passion of Joan of Arc and The Insider
35:53 The Asphalt Jungle
37:53 Out of the Past
39:52 Memories of Murder, Manhunter, and serial killers
44:44 Pale Flower and Bicycle Thieves
46:03 Manhattan Melodrama and Public Enemies
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por Boohan Vie Nov 15 2024, 16:13
Veo que este topic se ha reconvertido en un topic de Michael Mann. Un grande. Yo siempre le tendré en un pedestal por las qué estáis citando pero sobre todo por The Last of the Mohicans. Qué barbaridad de película, en todos los sentidos. Es mi peli favorita de la vida, seguramente.
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Re: CORRUPCIÓN EN MIAMI
por Axlferrari Sáb Nov 16 2024, 08:23
Boohan escribió:Veo que este topic se ha reconvertido en un topic de Michael Mann. Un grande. Yo siempre le tendré en un pedestal por las qué estáis citando pero sobre todo por The Last of the Mohicans. Qué barbaridad de película, en todos los sentidos. Es mi peli favorita de la vida, seguramente.
Preciosa película, sí señor. El Último Mohicano pertenece al "prewestern", un subgénero poco explotado al que pertenecen también grandes clásicos como Corazones indomables (Ford), Paso al noroeste (K. Vidor) y Los inconquistables (De Mille).
La película de Mann refleja un momento clave de la fundación de los Estados Unidos con el fin de un pueblo de nativos, el inicio del control de la naturaleza por el capitalismo industrial naciente y la última celebración de la naturaleza por los nativos. Muestra como los ingleses y los franceses imponen una forma de legalidad perversa en la que la igualdad de todos ante la ley no es respetada, tema que aparece en varias películas de Mann. Esto lo explica Thoret en su magnífico libro sobre Mann (capítulo 3, disponible en inglés y en francés).
Michael Mann’s ‘Heat 2’ Delayed — $150M Budget — World of Reel
«El presupuesto exigido por Michael Mann es demasiado alto», me dice una fuente cercana al estudio. Al parecer, «Heat 2» cuenta con un presupuesto que se ha disparado en los últimos meses; ahora se sitúa en torno a los 150 millones de dólares, lo que ha pillado desprevenida a Warner, añade la fuente.
Parte de la razón del elevado presupuesto de «Heat 2» podría tener que ver con el plan de Mann de reducir la edad de algunos de los actores de la original, entre ellos Al Pacino. La secuela contaría con escenas retrospectivas de los años de juventud de Vincent Hanna y, aunque no puedo confirmarlo del todo, se supone que Robert De Niro también sería rejuvenecido.
ACTUALIZACIÓN: Un representante me dice que el guion aún no está terminado, que no ha habido casting y que se baraja la posibilidad de que la producción comience en 2025, pero nada oficial. Tampoco se han iniciado conversaciones oficiales con Warner Bros sobre el presupuesto.
Michael Mann’s ‘Heat 2’ Delayed; Script Hasn't Been Finished [Updated] — World of Reel
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