Underseen Movie: ‘Danny Collins’ in Which Al Pacino Plays a Rock Star

When “Danny Collins” was released back in 2015, it felt like Al Pacino had played every kind of character there is on the stage and silver screen. But with this film, he plays a character unlike any he has taken on before; a rock star. Granted, a lot of people treat Pacino like he is a rock star already, especially when it comes to his role as Tony Montana in “Scarface,” but this did feel like a new thing for him. For a moment, the thought of Pacino as a popular singer was a bit terrifying. Can he even sing? Will he come off like the male version of Kim Carnes? By the way, I love Kim Carnes, so let’s not get the wrong impression here.

Well, Pacino can sing, and he is one of the reasons why “Danny Collins” proves to be far more enjoyable than I expected it to be. The story of an aging musician looking for redemption has been told time and time again, and there is very little in the way of originality to be found here. Still, I found this film to be a sweet and heartfelt look at a man looking to reclaim parts of his life which he has long since lost.

Pacino modeled Danny on both Barry Manilow and Rod Stewart, and we first see Danny singing songs to adoring crowds who cannot seem to get enough of him. He used to write his own songs, but after his second album got such a negative response, he went on to sing everybody else’s hits instead. These days he has all the fame and fortune he could ever want, all the drugs and alcohol to keep his deepest fears at bay and, of course, a fiancé half his age.

But then one day, Danny’s manager, Frank Grubman (Christopher Plummer), shows up with a letter written to him by John Lennon from forty years ago. For some reason, this letter was never delivered to Danny, but in it, John tells him not to worry about fame and fortune being detrimental to his talent. Upon reading this long-lost letter, Danny begins to wonder what his life would have been like had he gotten it much, much sooner. As a result, he drops out of his current tour and travels out to New Jersey to reconnect with his family and, hopefully, rediscover his musical muse.

For a moment, I thought I was going to be cringing non-stop as Danny goes to meet the son he never got to know. We know that those kinds of father-son meetings are fraught with tension and a lot of understandably hurt feelings, and the one shown in Danny Collins is no different. The chemistry, however between Pacino and Bobby Cannavale who plays Danny’s son, Tom, is very strong, and their acting really lifts this material up and away from the generic kind it could have easily fallen victim to. Cannavale previously acted opposite Pacino in a Broadway production of “Glengarry Glen Ross,” so these two have a rhythm of working together which they have clearly gotten comfortable with.

Jennifer Garner plays Tom’s wife, Samantha Leigh Donnelly, and she is a lovely presence to watch here. What I loved about her performance is how down to earth she is to where you never catch her acting. Samantha is a doting mother to hers and Tom’s daughter, Hope, and she is already pregnant with their second child, so you know she is capable of handling more things than either Danny or Tom can on their own. She proves to be the calm in the stormy relationship between estranged father and son, and she makes it clear to the men in this family that they had best listen to what she has to stay.

While we’re at it, I have to applaud young Giselle Eisenberg for her exceptional performance as Hope. It says a lot about the 7-year-old actress that she can hold her own with Pacino and company from scene to scene.

Right from the start, Christopher Plummer makes his manager character of Frank Grubman anything but a cliché. I liked how effortlessly Plummer made Frank the much-needed conscience Danny has desperately needed throughout his career, and he remains compulsively watchable throughout as he takes what could have been your typical backstabbing show business manager and turns him into a reasonable human being.

Another real delight to be found in “Danny Collins” is the great Annette Bening who gives her character of hotel manager, Mary Sinclair, a wonderfully biting sense of humor. Of all the characters here, Mary is the one who is not easily enamored by Danny and is not about to be seduced by his endless charisma. Throughout, I enjoyed the back-and-forth Bening and Pacino have, and her performance serves as a reminder of what a brilliant actress she can be. May we never forget this important fact.

As for Pacino, I very much appreciated his work here. There is none of the bombast which he became inescapably identified with after his Oscar winning performance in “Scent of a Woman.” He is also great at hinting at the fears tearing away at Danny as he tries to write his first song in lord only knows how long, and he makes you root for him to do more than just sing “Baby Doll.”

“Danny Collins” marks the directorial debut of Dan Fogelman, the screenwriter of such films as “Crazy Stupid Love,” “The Guilt Trip” and “Last Vegas.” He based it on the true story of when musician Steve Tilston received a long-lost letter from John Lennon, but he basically took the idea of that story and went from there. My hat is off to him for introducing this movie to us as something other than “based on a true story.” There’s an opening epigraph which says this film is kind of based on a true story, but not really. Kudos to Fogelman for introducing his film with something other than one of the most overused cinematic terms which has long since lost its meaning.

This could have easily been schmaltzy affair that ran on too much emotional manipulation, but Fogelman manages to keep the proceedings from ever feeling completely cringe-inducing. The plot is very formulaic, and there is a certain disease thrown in for one of the characters which may not have been entirely necessary, but he keeps things running smoothly to where you realize a lot of heart went into this.

But what really elevates “Danny Collins” above the usual formulaic norm are the performances and a director eager to not give us the same old stuff (not entirely anyway). This film was made for a fraction of what most motion pictures cost to make these days (and this does not include advertising), so it should be clear that this is a labor of love more than anything else. I left this film with the hope Danny will find the courage to be a songwriter once again, and that means a lot as I often lose my mojo as a writer to where I get nothing written. Here is hoping we all find our way back when we lose our way in life.

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23 Miles in the Frigid Los Angeles Wilderness

Ben Kenber after 23 miles 2012

FUNDRAISING UPDATE: Now I usually put this update at the end of my marathon training articles, but this one goes up at the front as my fundraising deadline is coming up very soon. The coaches have put the deadline at the end of February and, after some confusion, I have officially raised $761 for The Pablove Foundation. My goal is to raise $1,500, and I could really use your help. Please donate only what you can, and hopefully a miracle will take place and we can reach this goal before the clock strikes midnight on February 28th.

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Last week had us Pablove Foundation runners doing a recovery run of 13 miles (you read that correctly), and four of those miles were run on the track at Burbank High School as Coach James wanted us do tempo runs in an effort to improve our individual paces per mile. I ran the first four laps around that track without taking a single walk break. I was on fire that day, and it showed as I crossed the finish line back at Griffith Park. Coach James and Coach Kerry were more impressed with me than usual as I wasn’t too far behind the other runners. Yes, I am improving!

This week had us doing the longest run of the marathon training season, 23 miles. We were also going to be running this insane number of miles during one of the coldest weeks in recent Los Angeles history. Although spring is just around the corner, temperatures have threatened to reach polar depths down here in Southern California, and I kid you not. For the first time in ages, I considered wearing a sweater on a daily basis, something which previously felt completely unnecessary. We have become so used to experiencing unseasonably warm weather all year round in this part of the Golden State, so this huge drop in temperature took us all by surprise. Heck, even recent transplants from states like Maine found themselves complaining about how cold it was, and the winters in Maine are brutal!

I arrived at Griffith Park about 10 minutes before our run was scheduled to begin. With a run like this, we usually start it at 6 a.m. in order to finish it before the temperature rises to a torturous level. However, since the forecast gave Saturday a high of only 64 degrees, the coaches had us starting at our usual time of 7 a.m. Either way, we all knew we wouldn’t be finishing this run until at least noon.

As you can guess, we were all shivering like never before as Coach James told us what to expect on this run. One fellow Pablove runner remarked, “As they say in Canada, it is currently one degree Celsius.” We only have so many layers of clothing on as we expect to shed some of them before we reach our midway point, so we paid the price for a few minutes before we begin our run to where we all wonder if frost would start forming on our clothes. Believe me, this has happened before.

Pablove Runners 2018 on Feb 24

Being the slowest runner on the Pablove team, I was the first to start, and I made sure to tell everyone “see you next week” as I had no doubt none of them would be around to see me cross the finish line. This run had us doing three loops: one inside Griffith Park which had us going up that godforsaken hill, another which had us returning on the treacherous, let alone ominous, road of Forest Lawn Drive, and another which took us through Glendale and Burbank. Eager to get off to a quick start, I may have started to run a little faster than I should have, but considering how frigid the weather was, can you blame me?

I mentioned in a previous article how I am the proud owner of two 160GB iPods, one of which is dedicated solely to film scores and soundtracks. This week, I brought the other to see how the music on it would assist on this run. As I made my way up the first of several inclines, I listened to Peter Gabriel’s “Shock the Monkey,” the song which made me consciously aware of who the former lead singer of Genesis is. The start of the song always sends a shiver down my spine as it reminds me of how freaked out I was by its accompanying music video when I first watched it at the tender age of 7. For years afterwards, I had to keep changing the channel whenever it appeared on MTV. I have no problem watching it today, and I have long since become a die-hard Peter Gabriel fan, but I never forgot how the video became the stuff of nightmares for me.

If I ever felt my energy waning at any point, I was sure to put on a faster paced song on like “Kiss of Life” or “The Rhythm of the Heat,” songs you experience more than listen to. Of course, I soon had to become aware of how fast I was running as the music got me super excited to my own detriment. We were supposed to be running at a conversational pace, and I got so caught up in the music to where this slipped my mind. Then again, what do you expect when I am taking in the extended version of Gabriel’s “Big Time” as I struggle to ascend a hill even Kate Bush never sang about?

Other songs which became instrumental in helping me included the Microbots trance dance mix of Erasure’s “Always,” Everclear’s “Everything to Everyone” (something I tried too hard to be when I was a kid), The Power Station’s cover of “Get it On (Bang a Gong),” and Franz Ferdinand’s “Do You Want To” among others. Actually, this run also helped to remind me of just how much I loved listening to Phil Collins’ “12” Ers” album as it featured very kinetic remixes of his songs “Sussudio” and “Who Said I Would.” Those songs furthered my determination to finish these 23 miles sooner than later. Of course, I once again found myself running a little faster than I should have, and my walk breaks eventually began to last longer than one minute.

Even as the sun rose in the sky, we still had a strong breeze to work with as we pounded the pavement. It made me realize something, this is the kind of weather we live to run in during the LA Marathon. It’s certainly a lot more fun running in these temperatures than it is in 80 plus degree heat. Sadly, this weather will probably not be around on marathon day, so we should enjoy it while it lasts. Still, hopefully it will very overcast as wevget closer to Santa Monica.

Lays Potato Chips

Coaches James and Kerry met up with us along the route to make sure we had all the nutrition we needed. I had plenty of energy gels on me, but their helpings of cookies and bananas were especially handy as the potassium made a huge difference. The other thing which really helped were the bags of Lays potato chips. They were the normal, plain kind, but that didn’t matter because those chips still had all the salt our bodies needed to absorb the water and electrolyte drinks we couldn’t stop drinking throughout.

Salt was the one thing I needed to remember to take a lot of. Our bodies can expel it fairly quickly to where you can feel it coming out of your face. I remember running 23 miles on my own a few years back and later getting seriously dehydrated to where I couldn’t keep anything down. My dad came by a day or two later, and even he saw how I was moving around town as if I were an extra in George Romero’s “Night of the Living Dead.” As a result, I had to go to urgent care at Kaiser Permanente where I got an IV of fluids. The truth is, I didn’t consume enough salt during the run, and my body was aching for sodium among other things…

Well, there was also the case of me celebrating too soon with an endless number of Jack and Cokes a few hours after I finished. As a result, I will never consume alcohol on the day of a run with this magnitude. Simply put, it isn’t worth the trouble.

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Towards the last half of the run, I could not escape the soreness which was enveloping my body. Those joints of mine can only take so much, but even then, I was surprised I was suffering as it felt like I handled the first part of the run much better than I anticipated. But as I went on, I decided to take one extra strength Tylenol caplet to ease the pain. I figured I would take another later on, but one seemed to be sufficient. Believe it or not, I don’t use much Tylenol or any equivalent kind of medication these days. This is probably because I almost got completely scared off of taking any kind of pain medication after witnessing the cinematic shock therapy which was Darren Aronofsky’s “Requiem for a Dream.” If you know someone who is considering experimenting with drugs, make sure they check it out.

My iPod threatened to shut down on my early on as I was listening to “Get it On (Bang a Gong).” The music suddenly stopped, and the screen said to hook it up to a power source. I was pissed because music had suddenly become a valuable tool during these training runs, and to be without it was infuriating. Fortunately, my iPod came to its senses and realized it had more power than it was letting on. Still, it decided it didn’t have enough juice to last me on the last three miles, and this was just as I began listening to the Revolting Cocks’ cover of Rod Stewart’s “Do You Think I’m Sexy.” Damn, and I hadn’t listened to that version in a long time!

In the past years when I trained with Team to End AIDS, the 23-mile run, which is still called the “celebration run,” we were greeted at the finish line with tremendous fanfare as the T2EA staff was there to cheer us on, and we were greeted with a feast of sandwiches to gorge on. This year, we did not have such a finish as Coach Kerry doesn’t have the same staff he used to, but this was okay because the victory of completion was something we need to acknowledge within us instead of just from others. We need to appreciate our accomplishments more than others do because, otherwise, what’s the point of running all these miles?

Following this, I drove home and crashed in bed for several hours. Despite having done this same run the last seven years, my body still takes a toll to where I can’t get myself to do much of anything else for the rest of the day. I did celebrate by having a cheeseburger at Five Guys in the evening, but my body felt better lying down on a mattress more than anything else.

Here’s to all the Pablove runners for running all 23 miles whether it was at Griffith Park on Saturday morning or elsewhere. Congratulations. Now if you will excuse me, I will be taking a much-needed break until Tuesday when I will resume my maintenance runs. I know my knees will appreciate this.

HERE ARE SOME OF THE OTHER SONGS I LISTENED TO ON THIS 23 MILE RUN.