@DA
I find that an odd criticism from someone that loved Fury Road so much. I mean, I don't think there's a huge amount of "humanity, soul, meaning, etc." to either film, but at the very least I think The Revenant is making an attempt at having those things. My only complaint with the Revenant is that it's a bit Tarkovsky-lite; the whole long takes drifting through nature and trying to evoke a primal spirituality and connecting it with memories is right out of Mirror, Stalker, Nostalgia, The Sacrifice, etc. Still, I think Inarritu has a good feel for it, and he's helped tremendously by the phenomenal cinematography of Lubezki. That he did this in the context of a mainstream "revenge" narrative is also pretty remarkable.Derived Absurdity wrote:It had zero humanity or soul. There was no meaning to it, no point, no nothing. It was awful.Raxivace wrote:I thought it was one of the best mainstream films that year. :/
@maz
Oh, man, I loved Colossal Youth! Probably as close as film has ever come to Still Life photography, and one of the most haunting films of this century. It's remarkable how much is suggested off-screen through sound; I haven't seen a director do so much with so little since Bresson. Here was my review: http://forum.evageeks.org/post/373805/F ... -2/#373805maz89 wrote:You should try this movie called Colossal Youth... now that's a movie I couldn't sit through, no matter how many times I tried. The only movie ever that I simply left unrated. One day, perhaps, I'll summon the strength...
You had me curious about Brooklyn as it's possible I did have it rated higher when I posted my IMDb review, but I just checked the archive of that thread and, nope, I always had it a 7.maz89 wrote:Share 'em for the bottom 3 (so we can agree to disagree all over again. Heh.)
I could have sworn you rated Brooklyn above an 8 back on the IMDB forums - I remember because I made a post about it. Has it not aged well?
Ex Machina - I can probably understand what you found lacking; in retrospect, I'd revise my own score down to a 7.0-7.5 myself since I'm not really drawn to repeat viewings. The narrative is fairly standard, even if it's well-acted and well-directed (despite the 'empty' feeling it leaves one with).
45 Years - woah, what happened there?
Here we go:
Brooklyn (John Crowley) - 7/10
Brooklyn is an old-school romantic period drama-comedy about a young woman named Eilis (Saoirse Ronan) who immigrants to Amerca from Ireland in hopes of finding a better life. She does, primarily in the form of a young Italian named Tony (Emory Cohen), but when tragedy strikes she's torn between staying or returning home.
Remarkably, the film is played straight without a hint of the quirks and ironies that pervade most hipster-ish indie romance films these days. As such, it's the kind of film that can't help but remind you of the genre's classics like Casablanca and Roman Holiday. Brooklyn even shares the latter's visual lushness, courtesy of cinematographer Yves Belanger, previously best known for lensing Dallas Byer's Club. The film is consistently gorgeously lit, typically with soft, diffused light, but with enough shading to add mood.
Director John Crowley has a classical sense of economic pacing as well. In the first 20 minutes the film sprightly moves from Eilis's dead-end life in Ireland, to her unpleasant boat ride to America, to her first days in Brooklyn at her new job and new home. Finally, the film settles down as the romance is introduced and Crowley is free to linger over the burgeoning love between the couple.
Really, though, this is Saoirse Rona's film, and she carries it, seemingly effortlessly, from beginning to end. Her character is not overwritten, so much of her performance is in reacting to what happens around her, such as her giddy, gossiping roommates in the Brooklyn boarding house.
Perhaps the film's only flaw is that there's nothing new or original here, and the film feels a bit too predictable at times. Still, it's refreshing to see a modern romantic film with such a classical sensibility, well-crafted and played by everyone involved.
Ex Machina (Alex Garland) - 6.5/10
Ex Machina is an intelligent sci-fi film that could've traded in some of its smarts for a soul. Its strength is on the conceptual level, where it has programmer Caleb (Domhnall Gleeson) being invited to a remote facility by his brilliant boss, Nathan (Oscar Isaac), to perform a kind of “next-step" Turing test on an advanced, humanoid AI, Ava (Alicia Vikander).
Naturally and predictably the film provokes questions about what makes us human and whether or not machines can think or feel; but while it effortlessly provokes questions, it painfully struggles to make them dramatically engaging. Caleb as a character is vanilla bland. Nathan is more interesting, but in a sense the best parts of his story happened before the film starts; we see glimpses of this when Caleb goes through the security footage of Nathan's “failed" attempts at AIs. This leaves Vikander's robotic Ava as the most compelling character, and while her performance is outstanding she simply isn't given a lot to play off of.
Stylistically the film is shot and edited with a too-cool sheen. The mise-en-scene has an eerie, Kubrickean symmetry to it; and the lighting, while not antiseptic, does stray towards the lighter end of the spectrum. This isn't a film without style, but merely a film whose style emphasizes the film's over-intellectuality. Of course, Kubrick's own 2001 has been accused of this same “intellectuality over drama" as well, but the difference between Kubrick's masterpiece and Ex Machina is that 2001 was audaciously daring on a formal level, did possess some potent drama—especially during the HAL section—and achieved a transcendental sublimity in its mind-bending ending; three things Ex Machina fails to replicate.
Despite its dramatic weaknesses, the film is a strangely haunting look into a future that is perhaps not just possible, but inevitable. It also deserves credit for its patience in unveiling just how disturbingly human such AIs might end up being.
45 Years (Andrew Haigh) - 6/10
This is a subtly understated but ultimately dull drama that revolves around the 45th Anniversary of a couple, Kate (Charlotte Rampling) and Geoff (Tom Courtenay), and Kate's gradual discovery of her husband's relationship with another woman who died tragically while hiking in the mountains.
The highlight, and really the only good reason to watch it, are the performances of Rampling and Courtenay, who are tasked with carrying the entire weight of the film. Rampling's is the more dynamic part, registering every revelation through her face and body language so the audience detects their psychological reverberations. Courtenay is the more stoic of the two, burdened mostly with trying to repeatedly convince Kate that the past is the past, yet subtly displaying that perhaps he has never completely moved on and gotten over it.
Thematically, it treads interesting ground in its suggestions that even after spending nearly half-a-century with someone, other people inevitably remain deep mysteries to us: we can never be absolutely certain their devotion, affection, loyalty, etc. belong totally and exclusively to us.
As great as the performances are, and as interesting as the themes seem, they're rendered as impotent as Tom is in the (anti)-climactic sex scene, mostly courtesy of Haigh's bland, monotone direction and refusal to raise the film's voice above an irritated grumble. It contains only one interesting cinematic moment when Kate journeys to the attic (the stairs upwards a subtle metaphor for the mountains that claimed the life of Geoff's ex-girlfriend) to view slides Geoff had saved of the old relationship. Haigh films Kate's increasingly distressed reactions through the blurred, glowing images projected onto a thin, white sheet, slowly building natural chaos on the soundtrack to register Kate's subjective point-of-view.
If the rest of the film had been as interesting as that scene, if it had been as well-executed as it was conceived and performed, it could've been a sterling gem; but as is it's merely a mud-caked and heavily flawed one that's too dull for too much of its runtime.