Friday, 23 March 2012

FILM REVIEW: A DANGEROUS METHOD


Paramount Pictures
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What is it about Michael Fassbender and sex? Obviously the German-born, Irish raised actor exudes sex appeal, from his turn as the Brit actor-playing-German in Inglorious Basterds to his Magneto in X-Men: First Class. Now, having played a sex addict in last month's release, Shame, he's playing Carl Jung, protege of Sigmund Freud and one of the forefathers of modern psychoanalysis, in A Dangerous Method.

Not that's there's a lot of sex in David Cronenberg's film version of Christopher Hampton's screenplay (adapted from his own stageplay). That is, not a lot of actual sex. For Jung and Freud (Viggo Mortensen, who one could easily mistake for Ed Harris) spend a great deal of the film discussing, analyzing and debating (in person and via written correspondence) the nature of human sexuality.

A Dangerous Method charts this relationship, which begins as one of reverence by the younger Jung for the elder statesman Freud, but which develops into one of animosity and rivalry as the student seeks to explore other avenues of assessing the human mind. "Why must everything relate to sex?", Jung laments at one point about his mentor's philosophies.

Of course, Jung isn't entirely turned off to the connection between the mind and the genitalia, and it's a connection he comes to explore, figuratively and literally, with Sabina Spielrein (Keira Knightley), a patient at his Swiss clinic.

Sabina, all jutting jaw and flailing limbs, arrives at Jung's clinic to be treated for hysteria in the film's opening scene, and Knightley's overtly physical and thickly-accented (Spielrein is Russian) performance will polarize -- you'll either go with it or laugh at her.

But I believe it's one of the actress's strongest screen turns yet. For mine, she bests both Fassbender and Mortensen (which is no mean feat) by giving Sabina a spark which their Jung and Freud severely lack.

Spielrein becomes the married Jung's lover but she also progresses from patient to colleague, pursuing her own studies into psychoanalysis and challenging both the theories of Jung and Freud. She also further complicates the relationship between the two men, though not as the result of a love triangle as the film's poster art would have us believe.

I'm sure there is much in A Dangerous Method that will be of interest to those familiar with the works of Jung and Freud, and who have a greater understanding of psychoanalysis than me.

And I can appreciate the notion that the brain is the most important sex organ, and we're limited more so by what our mind allows than does society. But Cronenberg and Hampton's talkative exploration didn't fire my imagination (or my loins). Personally, I could do with a little less conversation and a little more action.

Sunday, 11 March 2012

FILM REVIEW: THE HUNGER GAMES


Roadshow Films
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In 1998, screenwriter, Andrew Nicoll, and director, Peter Weir, gave us The Truman Show; a film about a man who, unbeknownst to himself, had lived out his entire life as the leading man on a television show broadcast live to the world, 24-7.

That remarkable film, one of that year's best, inadvertently gave birth to something altogether remarkable in a different way: reality television. Not too long afterwards, we had Big Brother, where a group of people occupy a house, observed and listened-in on 24-7 by TV cameras, and Survivor, where voluntary castaways on some island paradise compete in immunity-rewarding games, both in the hopes of winning a large financial prize.

If those two programs were amalgamated and taken to the nth degree, then the result may very well be The Hunger Games, an annually televised event which pits 24 teenagers against each other in a battle for survival, or more precisely, to the death. There can only be one winner.

In the not-too-distant future following a civil war of sorts, the United States has been divided into 12 districts, each falling under the control of the Capitol, a fascist regime not unlike the kind that would result from a Sarah Palin presidency.

In honour of the new regime, and penance (re: punishment) for the peoples' revolt, the Hunger Games are held, selecting one male and one female (known as Tributes) from each district to compete for the honour of victory. That's how, in its 74th year, Katniss Everdeen (Jennifer Lawrence) finds herself competing for her life.

Actually, she volunteers in place of her younger sister who is chosen, and along with Peeta Mellark (Josh Hutcherson), is taken to the Capitol for grooming, in the art of hand-to-hand combat as well as quite literally. For reality TV, as we know, is all about personality.

Katniss and Peeta have Hamitch Abernathy (Woody Harrelson), a former Hunger Games winner from District 12, chaperone Effie Trinkett (Elizabeth Banks), and stylist Cinna (Lenny Kravitz) in their corner, to instruct them in the art of winning, not just the Games but hearts and minds; sponsorship from wealthy Capitol viewers could be the key to a Tribute's survival.

Peeta knows how to play that game but Katniss, more comfortable hunting game than collecting friends, is a little slow to adjust. But once the Games proper begin (a fair way into this 142 minute film), the girl from District 12 with the bow and arrow comes into her own.

And so does the film. Director Gary Ross (2003's Seabiscuit), adapting the first in Suzanne Collins' trilogy of young adult books, takes his sweet time establishing the world of the Hunger Games without really informing his audience all that much. Presumably he's working under the impression that the majority of those flocking to see The Hunger Games have read the source material.

That would explain why little time is spent explaining how this new America came about, or why the people of the Capitol seem to have been styled by Lady Gaga while those in the Districts dress like Depression-era breadliners.

It would also explain why actors such as Stanley Tucci, Toby Jones, Wes Bentley and Donald Sutherland (breaking a long-running streak of dieing in the first act) are relegated to colourful though unfulfilling cameos.

Still, when the Games begin, the film jolts to life. The sequence which sees the 24 competitors released into the wild, is as savage and unnerving as anything you'll see on screen this year. While some competitors, like Katniss and Peeta, head straight for the woods, others attempt to arm themselves with the weapons left for them. And bloodshed ensues, with half of the Tributes dead in the opening minutes of the Games.

Even Tom Stern's shaky-cam cinematography, which blurs these brutal acts (and secures a more friendly rating for the film in the process), can't blunt the actual horror of the film's very premise: kids killing kids in the name of entertainment.

The remainder of The Hunger Games is, for the most part, a highly tense affair as Katniss hides out in the woods, making short-lived alliances and alluding almost certain death. To say any more would be too spoiler-ish but given that there are two more books -- and if this first entry is a success (and all signs suggest it will be), two more films -- the Games are set to continue.

Hopefully that will mean a little more fleshing out of the history of this world created by Collins, and the characters who populate it (Aussie Liam Hemsworth is another saddled with a thankless role as Katniss's best friend, Gale Hawthorne).

Lawrence, on the other hand, brings the same sort of grit and determination she did to her Oscar nominated role in Winter's Bone (2010), although with decidedly more glam. Indeed the similarities between the two characters -- their home lives, inner strength -- are quite striking.

Not that I'm suggesting Lawrence will again be a nominee this year, not for The Hunger Games at least; it's not that type (or quality) of film (seriously, let's not lose our heads, people).

But to its credit, The Hunger Games is big budget Hollywood entertainment which caters (panders?) to its target audience whilst also managing to have more on its mind than explosions or cheap thrills. It's also that rarest of creatures: a Hollywood blockbuster centred around a strong female lead.

With Survivor still going strong on US television, and Big Brother making a return to Australian screens later this year, the appeal of reality TV would seem to still be strong, providing the perfect environment for the release of The Hunger Games. That, and the already strongly established readership for Suzanne Collins' universe, would seem to suggest that the odds of box office success are certainly in the film's favour.

FILM REVIEW: THE RAID


Madman Entertainment
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Written and directed by Welshman Gareth Evans, The Raid is an Indonesian action film. An almost non-stop barrage of action to be precise.

That action takes place within the one apartment building as a police SWAT team covertly enter the premises with the aim of taking the building -- one floor at a time -- and apprehending the major crime baron ensconsed on the top floor. It's Attack The Block, literally. And it's a hellava lot of bloody good fun.

Of course, it's not too long before the police presence is known (CCTV is everywhere, plus the residents are only too happy to rat them out and stay in good with their crime lord landlord) which sees us not even half way into the film before the majority of the squad are wiped out -- both by gunfire and machetes -- and just a handful are left.

One of those survivors is the baby-faced Rama (Iko Uwais), who has an expectant wife at home and a surprise waiting for him in the building. He may not embody the archetype of a Hollywood action hero, but Rama is a Mighty Mouse, as adept with his fists and feet as he is with a gun and machete.

Fittingly, the Mighty Mouse's biggest obstacle to survival is Mad Dog (Yayan Ruhian), another pint-sized dynamo whom you don't want to cross fists with. Ruhian has two major set pieces (the second with Uwais), and both are awesome displays of highly choreographed action. Not quite balletic but beautiful in their own bloody, bone-crunching, skin-tearing kind of way.

Call it The Bourne Effect, but a lot of action films of the '00s have succumbed to the hyper-edited style which cuts the action together rapidly without clearly distinguishing what's actually going on.

The Raid makes for a refreshing change. All of the action set pieces are so precisely choreographed, every action and reaction is discernible no matter how quick fire the movements: the action is the point of the film (though at a mere 100-minutes, it's almost too much).

Re-named The Raid: Redemption for its US release makes it sound like a sequel, or more appropriately a video game given the high level of action and the various (literal) levels it takes place on.

And that's not meant as faint praise or a backhanded compliment: The Raid works as an exercise in perfectly executed, relentless action. That may mean that character development is minimal but when it's this stylish and this much fun, it's forgiveable.

FILM REVIEW: THE BEST EXOTIC MARIGOLD HOTEL


20th Century Fox Films
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Eat, Pray, Love: The Senior's Edition could be one way to describe The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. A sweet, charming and relatively inoffesnive concoction (save for some cultural stereotyping and casual racism), directed by John Madden and adapted by Ol Parker from a novel by Deborah Moggach, it centres on a disparate group of British seniors who head to India to make the most of their grey pound, and what years they have left.

Evelyn (Judi Dench) is recently widowed and bereft of both a husband and a pension; Graham (Tom Wilkinson) is a high court judge who impulsively decides to pack it all in and return to a country, and a love, he left four decades before; while Douglas and Jean (Bill Nighy and Penelope Wilton) are a not-so-happily married retired couple whose daughter's start-up internet company has pretty much finished their savings.

There are also two singles, Norman (Ronald Pickup) and Madge (Celia Imrie), who've come to India in the hopes of finding love, or more precisely, a sugar daddy for Madge, while Norman hopes to work his way through the Karma Sutra.

And then there's Muriel (Maggie Smith, playing cockney and looking for all the world like Michael Caine in drag) who has come to India on a surgery exchange program for a hip replacement. And you just know it's not the only change the racist old biddy will undergo.

Of course, all of them will undergo some form of transformation or awakening - some as a result of meeting each other - whilst residing at the Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, a once glorious now ramshackle hotel operated by Sonny (Dev Patel). He's a young man with a dream of returning the establishment to its former glory, and proving to his disapproving mother and the family of his girlfriend, Sunaina (Tena Desae), that he is worthy of their love and respect.

While no more illuminating than the recent Late Bloomers, which also focussed on the issue of embracing one's golden years, Marigold Hotel is far more entertaining. It's undeniably enjoyable seeing seasoned pros like Dench, Smith, Nighy and Wilkinson having fun.

Granted they never shift out of cruise control (the screenplay never stretches any of the performers nor the audience) but they make the most of what they've been given. Dench and Wilkinson, in particular, manage to invest their characters with some pathos, and Nighy gives one of his least annoying performances ever (I'm not a fan of the lithe, usually too-cool-for-school actor).

Also in cruise control is John Madden. Best known for directing the Oscar-winning Shakespeare In Love (1998)(which DID deserve to win Best Picture over Saving Private Ryan!), the Englishman has only directed four other films before Marigold Hotel; last year's The Debt (also with Wilkinson) the most recent.

The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel may not induce any great film offers but here's hoping this trip to India is as reinvigorating for Madden's career as it is for his film's characters.