By Brian Orndorf
Looking to tap into the buoyant mood as America celebrates the 40th anniversary of the music festival of music festivals, â€œTaking Woodstockâ€ transports the viewer not to the center of the muddy hippie hullabaloo, but a few weeks earlier. An origin story of sorts, Ang Leeâ€™s summery film is a hodgepodge of legendary sights and sounds, and for an hour it plays fresh and stimulating. But only for an hour.
Helping his mother (Imelda Staunton) and father (Henry Goodman) out with their dilapidated motel located in Bethel, New York, Elliot (Demetri Martin) has neglected his own life to keep the familyâ€™s investment afloat. Hearing of a rock festival having trouble finding a suitable venue, Elliot contacts Woodstock organizer Michael Lang (Jonathan Groff), urging him to come out to the remote area and see the potential. What Lang finds is the sprawling farmland of Max Yasgur (Eugene Levy). Commencing ticket sales and lodging bookings, the Woodstock concert takes Bethel by storm, leaving Elliot as the hesitant intermediary between the disgruntled locals and the lucrative hippie invasion.
Itâ€™s an appealing idea for a film, based on Elliot Tiberâ€™s autobiography. So much has already been written and filmed when it comes to Woodstock, but the ramp-up to the actual cosmic event has always floated across as an afterthought, an unglamorous prelude of panic before the soothing sounds of the rock gods took over the landscape and branded pop culture with their extraordinary â€œ3 Days of Peace & Music.â€
â€œTakingâ€ offers Lee a juicy opportunity for investigation and dramatization, returning to American shores after working up a sweat with his 2007 Asian NC-17 thriller, â€œLust, Caution.â€ Lee appears to take the retro material as a vacation, presenting a warm, soft cinematographic glow (courtesy of Eric Gautier) to witness the birth of Woodstock and having terrific fun highlighting the juxtaposition of carefree (though highly funded) hippie ways and the aggravated locals, with the exception of Yasgur, a dairy farmer who made it his priority to milk Lang for all possible compensation. Elliotâ€™s anxiety, ambition, and the makeshift Woodstock preparations eat up a nearly the entire first half, engaging Leeâ€™s gift with actors and ability to craft sharp moments of domestic discord. Leeâ€™s interest in the mechanics of the era almost comes across as gleeful, finding minutiae to savor as Elliot instigates the concert that would change the country for one allegedly beautiful moment.
Once Woodstock takes over, â€œTakingâ€ ditches its drive. It becomes all too eager to give in to the chemical haze of the event, not to mention the sexual freedom primed for explosion. Lee loses control and heart, and the film starts submitting jagged edges for subplots, mistaking caricature for profundity. A big question mark is Elliotâ€™s homosexuality, which is served up as a major profession of self in the picture, but Lee fumbles its purpose, making the characterâ€™s sexuality a clichÃ© that slows the film further. Thereâ€™s a whole platter of soulful inspection going on in the second half of â€œTaking,â€ but nothingâ€™s offered too fine a point. Lee also breaks the illusion by visiting the concert (though no footage is used) with an extended LSD sequence (co-starring Paul Dano and Kelli Garner), hitting notes of fogged rebellion weâ€™ve all seen a million times over.
â€œTaking Woodstockâ€ drags to its conclusion, parading some traditional oddity (Liev Schreiber as Elliotâ€™s cross-dressing head of security, Emile Hirsch as a patchy bearded Vietnam vet prone to outbursts and boozing) that doesnâ€™t connect to the earlier tones of personal discontent, further aggravated by a last-minute financial revelation from one of the characters that attaches more needless weight. I wish â€œTaking Woodstockâ€ never bothered with the concert, as the drive to make sure Elliotâ€™s heart finds its purpose is a distraction that steals Leeâ€™s concentration, leaving the film in the same condition as the real Woodstock: muddy, scattered, and overlong.
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Against the Current - the band, not adventures in dangerous swimming 101
Zedd - If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? (Well, answer my question!)
Arrow (Okay, Felicity from Arrow!)
Chrissy Costanza (cat eyes and buttery lyrics!)
Girls (TV) (Okay, Allison Williams!)
Movies - especially when they play in the dark.
Twin Peaks (TV)
Friends (TV) (It had me at "No way are you cool enough to pull Clint"; damn straight, Chandler!)
Traveling - preferably where water is, so I can splash someone!
Star Wars trilogy - no, the other one, fella!
Alex G - far more talented than her younger brother Alex H
Cameron Crowe movies - Say Anything..., Jerry Maguire, Almost Famous
The sign 'Free Wi-Fi'.
Reenacting dance/song scenes from "Grease" with my little girl (hey! Wait till you see my 'Summer Lovin'! - don't judge)
Die Hard - 40 stories of Sheer Adventure!
Alex Goot & Friends (his enemies aren't half as talented!)
Cooking up a nice dish and sitting in the entertainment area, on a cool night, basking in it's greatness.
Inflatable kids pools full of Vodka Lime Crush.
Acidic Email from angry, over passionate teenagers after I trash something "Twilight"-related on the site. Sparkle elsewhere.
My baby girl's big, caring heart.