Friday, February 12, 2010
From Whence these Benevolent Spiders?
Monday, February 8, 2010
Degrees of Anonymity
Friday, February 5, 2010
News from Loretta
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Never Trust a Talking Duck
Friday, January 29, 2010
Film Review: The Lovely Bones (2009)
To most people, arguably, the notion of what happens to us when we die is a deeply spiritual and even private experience. I shall admit to not having read Alice Sebold’s novel, but my experience of literary film adaptations is that both filmmaker and audience must accept the differences between the two media. Noted film scholar, Seymour Chatman, once wrote that unlike prose and poetry, film does not have the luxury of description. In short, his argument was centred on the notion that a film continues to roll once it has started and that even film tools used to manipulate time, such as slow motion and freeze frame, are all perceived to be part of the whole. In other words, once a film starts, it keeps going until the credits have rolled.
The trouble, therefore, with adapting a novel into a film is that while a novel is able to explain a deeply spiritual occurrence separate from the narrative, while still allowing the reader a great deal of personal interpretation, a film shows it in its most literal sense. In other words, all that the audience has, is the filmmaker’s interpretation of the original novel. If the audience does not experience such matters as life and death, or heaven and hell in the same way as the filmmaker, the gap between the narrative and the audience broadens even further. On the other hand, if the audience relates to the filmmaker’s interpretation, it has the opposite effect and the audience loves it.
Peter Jackson knows this. He and his collaborators are no strangers to the dangers of adaptation. Many criticised their tampering with J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings trilogy (2001-2003) as a butchering of Tolkien’s vision. Their re-imagining of King Kong (2005) invited even more criticism. But the New Zealand team’s films are generally well-loved too and The Lovely Bones (2009) proves to be no exception. While adaptation has any filmmaker treading on dangerous ground, Jackson and his team never cower away from a challenge. Every step they take is a bold one. As artists, they work in broad, lucid strokes. Their films are seldom shy and always become part of the modern fabric. And most of all, their films have heart.
No artist is able to satisfy everyone’s tastes, least of whom those that work boldly. Architect, Frank Ghery, is possibly as lauded as he is criticised. Annie Leibovitz, photographer of many of Vanity Fair’s more risque photo spreads enjoys a similar reception. However, Jackson is not necessarily the maverick his above mentioned contemporaries are. He and Steven Spielberg, his producer collaborator on The Lovely Bones, are finely attuned to the desires of popular culture and have consistently made films that were perhaps scorned by critics, but well-received by audiences. Much of their commercial success has been largely thanks to sizable filming budgets, top notch CGI (computer generated imagery) and a heck of a marketing campaign, but their participation on this film is, in the humble opinion of this reviewer, a match made in...(ahem)...heaven. Both filmmakers have illustrated that while not every film they make ends up being as memorable as, say, E.T. (Speilberg, 1982), Schindler’s List (Spielberg, 1993), Heavenly Creatures (Jackson, 1994), or the Lord of the Rings trilogy, every film they endeavour to undertake is a film that they believe in. While film has retained a surprising amount of filmmakers with integrity, it is also plagued by those who are only driven by the top Hollywood dollar. In this era of celebrity filmmakers, dare I say, Spielberg and Jackson, despite their commercial success and celebrity, have remained Steve and Pete, both heartwarmingly childlike in their enthusiasm for one of the greatest art forms we have known to date.
For that reason, The Lovely Bones works. While its expression of spiritually controversial subject matter might not resonate with everyone, it nonetheless impresses, despite being described as 1970s psychedelic rock album cover art by some. The film can also be quite draining, as one inevitably embarks on a two-hour emotional rollercoaster ride of love, loss, grief, acceptance, sorrow and joy. Overall, the performances intrigue and satisfy, with Saoirse Ronan’s enthusiastic engagement with emotion and Stanley Tucci’s masterfully underplayed darkness standing out. Other performances disappoint somewhat. Susan Sarandon, for instance, is hilarious as the eccentric grandmother, but her performance seems out of place in the film. Mark Wahlberg can be a very engaging actor, but not in this film. Rachel Weisz, who has come a long way since her perfunctory acting stints in The Mummy (1999) and The Mummy Returns (2001) films, struggles to convince in a role that anyone would find challenging. However, the narrative remains strong, which, along with Ronan and Tucci’s performances, carry the film.
Anyone who expects an audiovisual version of the book will, I am told, be sorely disappointed, but as a film, The Lovely Bones makes for a lovely two hours to spend a Sunday afternoon.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
The Joys of Being Joyful
Monday, January 25, 2010
Film Review: Brothers (2009)
It is perhaps not so implausible to draw a few parallels between the films, Brothers (2009) and Jarhead (2005). The links are all there. Thematically, both films deal with the personal impact on the lives of Americans who are shipped off, or whose family members are shipped off to the Middle East to fight a war of the utmost controversy (although few wars fail to evoke it). The key difference, of course, is that whereas Jarhead is set in the first Bush administration’s Gulf War, Brothers is set in the latter Bush administration’s War on Afghanistan. Another rather obvious link would be the casting of Jake Gyllenhaal in a central role, although this time, Gyllenhaal’s Tommy Cahill, the family’s black sheep, stays home. And if one were to push the the two films’ parallels even further (albeit questionably), both films were directed by well-established, generally well-respected filmmakers who have enjoyed multiple critical and commercial successes, namely Sam Mendes, who directed Jarhead and Jim Sheridan, who directed Brothers.
The above-mentioned parallels between Brothers and Jarhead might seem coincidental, but on a less superficial level, their parallels run even deeper. In both films, I was struck by the superlative portrayal of the effects of war on the individual, particularly on young men. In Jarhead, Gyllenhaal’s Anthony Swofford is trained to kill by highly sophisticated means. The film’s comment, then, centres on the irrelevance of war, as Swofford and other members of his regiment never get to kill and are recirculated into general American society, possessing knowledge that they never got to use and never will. To some, this knowledge equals a power that would place these individuals in an almost god-like category. Others might argue that these individuals have been trained to disregard their humanity, which reduces their existence to that of an animal. It is the latter category through which one might parallel the two films.
Captain Sam Cahill (Tobey Maguire), a disciplined, courageous young father who aspires to follow in his father’s footsteps, who is a Vietnam war veteran played to perfection by Sam Shepard, is sent to Afghanistan. There, he is taken captive by an extremist group and tortured for information. Meanwhile, back at home, his wife, Grace (Nathalie Portman), is informed that her husband had died. Her intuition tells her otherwise and throughout the difficult months that follow, she struggles to come to grips with her husband’s death, while naturally developing romantic feelings for Sam’s ex-convict brother, Tommy (Gyllenhaal). When Sam returns alive, the delicate balance of the central characters’ lives begins to unravel. It is at this stage that the film starts to deal with the raw, alpha-human behaviour referred to above.
While in Afghanistan, Sam was forced to do terrible things under torture (the details of which shall remain undisclosed). Being re-introduced into society and his former suburban life, one is reminded of the ancient philosophy that when one steps into a river for the second time, neither you nor the river are the same. And then some. The audience knows to what extremes Sam had been driven and the contrast between these actions and his fatherhood of two very young girls makes for a volatile situation at the best of times. He now struggles with the loss of his humanity in a world that requires the utmost humanity. The animal needs to be locked away again.
These films that could perhaps be seen to make up the current thematic zeitgeist, including Brothers, Jarhead, Cronenberg’s A History of Violence (2005) and Eastern Promises (2007), which are not directly related to the war in the Middle East, but deal with similar themes of violence, and Redford’s Lions for Lambs (2007) all deal with the fragility of our humanity. In all these cases, man’s struggle with his animal self is portrayed by men, which leads to an altogether new and perilous debate. However, what is perhaps reassuring to observe is that these films usually enjoy relatively large audiences and draw a great deal of attention. Perhaps we have not lost our humanity. These films generally tend to lean towards a positive outcome, which could not be said of many films made circa World War II that offered a bleaker outlook on the situation (consider the film noir movement). However, it should not be overlooked that these films also offer a warning of how close to the brink of collapse we are as a species.
Brothers offers precisely what we want from ‘Oscar season’. A meaty, well-performed, well-crafted and overall well-packaged film that offers more than enough food for thought to mull over and perhaps, like all good art, dare to change one’s perceptions.