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Showing posts with label film. Show all posts
Showing posts with label film. Show all posts

Tuesday, 31 January 2012

Film Review: The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo


It is well known amongst my friends, peers and anyone who will listen that one of the things I hate most in life are remakes (right alongside all 3D films). However I’m not quite sure that David Finchers adaptation of the best selling Swedish novel can itself be called a remake – Fincher himself has stated the film is more “an interpretation” than a straight up remake. That’s just semantics, but even so the two films do have an entirely different feel to them. As soon as the opening credits start up, we are treated to a signature of Finchers film-making- remember those snaking, ultra-close up shots of the trash can in Fight Club? This is here replicated, alongside a subtly industrial sound-track from Nine-Inch-Nails legend Trent Reznor, who last year won an Oscar for his work on Finchers previous film, The Social Network. These opening credits set the tone for the rest of the film, in which a slow, reptilian sense of violence completely pervades through, both through its characters and the interweaving backdrop of Sweden.

A still from the wonderfully hypnotic opening sequence
The decision to keep the film located in Sweden rather than replacing the story into America is a bold one, as it can always seem a little off balance if there are foreign characters merrily talking in English, but here it works. They have, at least, got the characters talking in passable Swedish accents, besides Daniel Craig’s fallen journalist Michael Blomqvist, who retains his neutral British accent. This is perhaps symbolic of a man unintentionally caught in the middle, being forced to tread fine lines between right and wrong, truth and justice, love and sex. Daniel Craig here gives a surprisingly honest portrayal of the unassuming journalist, caught in a web of deceit and an unlikely friendship with Lisbeth Salander, here played by Rooney Mara.
Rooney Mara, and her possibly-autistic genius computer hacker Lisbeth, have of course been the main talking point of the film, even to the point where H&M have designed a line inspired by the titular tattooed girls anti-social biker style – all holey t-shirts, ripped black jeans and leather jackets. Mara herself was completely dedicated to the image, bleaching her eyebrows white and getting numerous piercings (including that nipple piercing that had everyone in excitement a while back, after making it onto the film poster).  With Rooney Mara’s wafer-thin punk look, Daniel Craig’s classic good looks, and the combination of David Finchers dark directorial vision and Trent Reznors musical mastery, all rounds this is a sinister but stylish film experience.


Sinister is a key word here. The consistently difficult topic of female sexual violence is here taken to its caustic extreme, literally laid bare and forcing the viewer to make a crucial decision – to watch, or look away. I’m talking, of course, about the controversially explicit rape of Lisbeth Salander that happens roughly halfway through the film, and has reportedly resulted in people leaving the cinema. Sexual violence is never pretty, and considering it is a running theme that continues throughout the entire trilogy – well what else did you expect to see? And consider too the point Fincher has chosen to make by placing that scene at the halfway point, that it is possibly the most crucial scene in the entire film, as it represents a turning of Salanders character. In the first half of the film the image of Salander was constantly closed away, behind computer screens, motorcycle helmets, and cigarettes. Visually Salander remained an enigma, both to the characters of the film and to the audience, yet at this point Salander is completely stripped bare and her vulnerability is revealed. It is from this point we see more of her true character as her defences are broken down, and in this way the relationship between Salander and Blomqvist begins to develop. Later in the film (notably after Lisbeth has begun her strange alliance with Michael), Lisbeth takes her fantastically gruesome revenge upon the “government guardian” who attacked her, and I’m sure it wasn’t just me who wanted to cheer out in glee at her bloody vengeance.


Rooney Mara’s Lisbeth is an incredibly complicated character, who despite her angry, fuck-the-world appearance, ultimately comes across as an extremely fragile character. This is to me the main difference between Finchers Dragon and the Swedish original, as Noomi Rapaces Lisbeth seemed to me a rather bullet-proof tough character. Of course both performances are different interpretations of Stieg Larssons original character, yet I feel that Rooney Mara brings a more accessible version. This is because to me the character of Lisbeth Salander is, let’s be honest, pretty removed from reality, seeing as none of us really know any genius computer hackers in real life (if you do, can I meet them?). This makes Lisbeth and automatically hard character to relate to, yet through Maras performance there is another side to her revealed, that of a vulnerable, fragile young woman, one the audience feels a sense of responsibility towards, and this is both the driving attraction of the film and a testament to Mara’s acting. Rooney Mara is the true heart of this film, and very deserving of the Oscar she has been nominated for her performance.


Friday, 20 January 2012

Film: Silent Things



Silent Things is a wonderful short film from 2011 by indie film makers White Lantern Films. I discovered it just this evening after searching for past performances by Andrew Scott, who recently captivated me with his mesmerising turn as Moriarty in BBC's huge Sherlock series. This 12-minute piece is an extraordinarily simple yet moving take on the complexity of relationships; the film is driven by the performances of Andrew Scott and Antonia Campbell-Hughes as two friends living with Aspergers Syndrome, and whose lives are momentarily unbalanced by the appearance of Georgia Groomes as a student travelling to France. A greatly underrated film, and well worth 12 minutes of your time: Watch it here on youtube

Sunday, 8 January 2012

The Hound of the Baskervilles

I won't spend time introducing the BBC modern-day adaptation of my favourite books, since it has been widely acknowledged as the best adaptation yet. Just today, in fact, The Telegraph have online a countdown of the 20 greatest portrayals of Sherlock Holmes...ever. Guess where Cumberbatch comes in? Cumberbatch, the man with the name like a fart in a bath, has mystified us all, with his deep voice and high cheekbones, and the covetable Belstaff coat with the raised collar. And let's not forget Martin Freeman, who last year won a BAFTA for his performance as the ever loyal John Watson (or John Hamish Watson, should you prefer).

Moving swiftly away from potential squealy fangirl remarks on the beauty that is Benedict Cumberbatch, last night we were treated to the adaptation of one of my favourite stories by Arthur Conan Doyle - Hound of the Baskervilles, and in the hands of Mark Gatiss and Paul McGuigan, it was certainly a treat. Or as Watson would say, fantastic.


I'm not even going to try writing a balanced review, so I will just start by saying out the 5 (sob) episodes we've had so far, Hound was definitely the best. As Moffat and Co. have remarked on in various interviews, this new series has been delving deeper into Sherlocks psyche, and not just his head but his heart. Last week in A Scandal in Belgravia, Sherlock was confronted with the unwelcome topic of attraction. This week it's fear.

OK it's not all doom and gloom. The episode starts with a rather manic Sherlock, gasping for a cig and for a case (and covered in blood, something the fans are dangerously keen on...). A perfect portrayal of the lesser-seen manic side of Sherlock (last week we saw the depressive side, and that was perfect to canon as well). And, for the eagle-eyed Sherlockian, there are several Doctor Who references, and a heap load of canon ones - how many did you count?.

Russel Tovey guest stars as the haunted Henry Knight
Film enthusiasts will appreciate the beautiful camera direction from McGuigan, the sweeping panoramic shots of the Dartmoor wilds immediately impart an atmosphere of creeping uncertainty; the "bleak but beautiful" surroundings flesh into the creeping uncertainty of our beautifully bleak anti-hero. All of this adds to what is Benedicts finest performance as the consulting detective, thrown out of his element and into a danger he doesn't want to believe in. Here is a more emotional, vulnerable Sherlock. His mental disconnection from feelings is failing, and that is what terrifies him more than any hound out there - the high point of the episode for me was a beautifully played conversation between Sherlock and John, in which Sherlock finally comes to terms with the state of his "relationship" with the army doctor.

Perhaps at a later date I will write from a different perspective, and analyse every single shot, but I doubt it. If you're a Sherlockian, then you've already seen it - we succesfully took over the UK trending topics last night, did we not?. And if you haven't been converted yet -get right to it! You don't know what you're missing. I, meanwhile, have to emotionally prepare myself for the finale next week...


Castaway on the Moon

While it's true my blog isn't completely finished -I'm making do with some preset background art until I get a usb cable for my camera/my own laptop back, I want to start making posts anyway. I think i've at least settled on a url and a title, although I do tend to change my mind a lot.

Anyway, I have a lot of new years resolutions, and one of them is to watch more films, especially foreign, indie, art-house films. Last year whenever I saw a film suggestion I noted it down somewhere, intending to but failing to watch. As a result I have tons of lists lying around of films to watch, books to read, and so on. I'm trying to get through these lists, and started with a film recommended to me on tumblr - the 2009 Korean film, Castaway on the Moon.





Castaway on the Moon is a film from director Hae-Jun Lee, and tells the story of a failed business man who tries to commit suicide, but ends up on a deserted island on the city river. Although fairly close to city bridges and high-rises, he chooses to stay on the island, living a simple life away from the society that has failed him.



He soon finds he is not completely alone - watching him through her telescopic camera, from the bedroom she hasn't left in 8 years, is a shy reclusive girl who has also chosen to reject society. What follows is a sweet, surreal love story, of two misfits somehow finding each other and a society they can believe in.

It is as bizarre and charming as you would expect from Korea, a country which is quickly becoming extremely popular amongst film fans. The film itself reminds me slightly of another Korean love story that starts with suicide - The Chan-Wook Park cult classic, I'm a Cyborg But That's OK.


I would just say to watch this film, it's perfect if you're feeling a little blue and need some sugar in your life.