Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Best Picture: The King's Speech versus Inception
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Assassin's Apprentice
Frozen
It’s strange to watch a movie and find that halfway into the plot you’re hoping for the characters to shuffle off their mortal coils; that you’d rather watch wolves gnaw on their bones for another forty-five minutes than listen to their whining, insipid dialogue until the credits roll. I suppose I would feel differently if I fell into Frozen’s target demo, namely college students with delusions of grandiosity. But in today’s Reality-TV generation, there’s plenty of that to go around.
The concept of Frozen takes a mixture of “dude, but what if...” scenarios and blends them together in a juicer, expecting you to swallow it. And that’s not to say I demand complete realism from movies. I expect surreal, far-out notions to take me, the viewer, to interesting places. Instead I felt like I was privy to a conversation between two stoners stuck in a cross-country car ride.
The Question:
So what if you, your best friend, and your girlfriend got stuck on a ski lift for a week? Dude, but what if nobody knew you were up there, because you bribed the lift operator? And what if, like, a blizzard rolled in? And what if it was too high to jump without breaking both your legs? Dude, but what if there was a pack of wolves circling the ground under you? And what if the lift chair was going to fall off after a while? And what if the cable above you was too sharp to climb? Oh, and dude, you peed your pants, so your bits-n-pieces got frozen to the chair.
I wish I was making this up, but all of the above are valid plot points in Frozen.
The premise itself isn’t too hard to swallow- people get stuck in the mountains all the time and die of exposure. And dangling vulnerably from high-up seems to be a pretty universal fear amongst humans. But if you eliminate all possible escape routes and give your characters less than stellar drives to survive, you’re left arguing semantics over what would kill you quickest; wolves or frostbite.
I’ll give the movie credit for this, however; it took itself and every wacky turn very seriously. It may have been the ominous majesty of the snowcapped mountains, or the isolated feeling of seeing the lone ski-lift and its occupants face another dawn, but Frozen manages a few moments of dread, right before its characters do something irredeemably stupid. One of the leads sleeps with her hands on the cold steel bars of the chair, unprotected from the weather. They huddle away from each other more than staying together to conserve heat, and on a ski-lift that means going out of your way to avoid contact. They let the hoods of their jackets flap loose in the wind during many of the scenes, and as I mentioned before, one of the characters actually urinates themselves.
I won’t spoil the ending for you. But I will mention that the most driven, strongest willed characters are met with swift, gruesome deaths. Whereas the survivalist who contributes nothing and does the least, gets rewarded.
After the thaw:
I personally know people whom I could recommend this movie. People who would listen intently as coeds discuss the tangle of their social lives before getting stuck on a ski-lift. People who will feel sorry for the young man who thinks he can walk away from a 50+ foot drop unscathed. There are people who cringe at heights, at chilly temperatures, and at wild animals.
For me, ski-lift + wolves + blizzard + falling cable, didn’t do it. However, if there’s an impending sequel; raptors + robots + bears + sharks... that I could get onboard with.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Team of Rivals
Friday, February 4, 2011
The Disappearance of Alice Creed
It isn’t often that kidnapping movies have truly surprising twists. They’re like bank robberies; the villains either get away with the money or they don’t. They may or may not kill the hostages. And almost without exception, someone in the group will turn and try to take the money for themselves. Alice Creed, the fictitious kidnapping victim for whom the movie is named, gives the audience an unexpected shock midway through the film. What makes the revelation so startling? Its simplicity.
We begin by witnessing the creation of an oubliette. We watch as the walls of an apartment (flat) are covered with soundproofing material, and anchors and eyelets are screwed into bed framing like a macabre Ikea furniture set. Plastic is hung on the walls of a moving van. Bundles of nondescript outfits are folded, worn, removed, and changed throughout every stage of the kidnapping. For fans of the serial-killer show, Dexter, this movie is the counterpart for ransoming a human being. The attention to detail is superb, and wholly supports the first act.
Demands:
Enter Alice Creed, the only daughter of a faceless millionaire, snatched off the streets by the kidnapping duo. They shuttle her off bagged and gagged to their casa-de-abduction and rope her to the bed. The process of stripping her down to refit her with generic jogging clothes and bringing in a bedpan for her personal needs are especially tense scenes. They feel vulnerable, and the lack of characterization of the kidnappers early in the movie keeps you wondering, and just as in the dark as the blindfolded damsel. There’s no way to know how violent or depraved the two men are.
Inevitably, one of the men know Alice Creed from earlier in their lives, and therein lies the seed of drama which sets this movie apart. Without spoiling too much I’ll simply say that a strange love triangle emerges, built on remnants of past relationships prior to the kidnapping, and the word ‘love’ becomes a weapon and an excuse for almost all bizarre behavior. “...because I love you” is thrown around so many times I fully expected the on-set cameraman and lighting-grip to get in on the lovefest.
The most impressive part of this movie is the emotional content (far better than Ransom; Mel Gibson screaming red-faced into a phone). Its relatively unknown cast does a superb job. Creed is played by Gemma Arterton from Prince of Persia and Clash of the Titans, alongside Eddie Marsan from The Illusionist and Martin Compston. The three deliver their lines with believable force, regardless of how strained the credulity of the situation. You can almost taste the independent brands of psychological disorder woven into each character.
The money or your life...
I can certainly recommend this movie to first time viewers. It’s interesting, it’s tense, and it’s unpredictable. But I would suggest renting it or watching it on Netflix, not necessarily purchasing it. The depth of the movie is limited to its stunning developments. Unless you have a very short memory, watching The Disappearance of Alice Creed more than once feels like staring at Hot Wheels cars circling a plastic track.



























