Below are the ten best films I've seen this year. It wasn't a great year for movies, and it was, in some ways, difficult to come up with a list I could truly stand behind, but I'm happy with what is here.
A NOTE: I am not a paid critic, so I don't see everything. There are many films this year that were lauded critically which I missed, mostly due to a lack of interest on my part. These are the films I paid money to see, and enjoyed.
There are also a few films I missed, and won't have a chance to see before the new year, which I'm disappointed about. They include I AM LOVE and SCOTT PILGRIM, as well as a few others.
1.Carlos
Oliver Assayas' epic Carlos was shot in some 13 different countries in nearly as many languages, and film chronicles the life and career of Ilich Ramírez Sánchez, AKA Carlos the Jackal, one of the world's most famous terrorists. This 3-part, 5 and a half hour epic covers several periods in Carlos' life, but focuses on his taking of the OPEC meeting in Vienna 1976. As portrayed by Edgar Ramírez, Carlos is a mesmerizing, arrogant, and charismatic brute. It is by far the most fun I have had in the cinema this year. Shot in grainy, penetrating digital video, Assayas has made a film which is a thrilling look at international terrorism at a time when it had barely stepped onto our shores. A major work from a major director. The film of the year.
2.Black Swan
Black Swan had the potential to be a dud. A psychological horror film centering on the dance world, the film just barely notices the line of good taste and subtlety before blasting beyond it. In anyone else's hands it would have been a disaster. Luckily, it was under the control of Darren Aronofsky, who has fully lived up to the incredible potential he showed with Pi and Requiem For a Dream. Natalie Portman is magnificent. Years from now, this will go down as a masterwork.
3.Winter's Bone
Winter's Bone is a tight and mesmerizing film noir that does incredible work detailing the inner workings of a ruthless world deep within the Ozarks. When 16 year old Rhee (the wonderful Jennifer Lawrence) finds out that her family will lose their house if her absentee crack-cooking father isn't found, she becomes junior detective and tries to hunt him down. What follows is by turns frustrating, complicated, chilling, and deeply revealing about the realities of poverty, while at the same time walking, magnificently, a thin line between film noir and kitchen sink realism. The result is incredible.
4.Mother
The influence of Alfred Hitchcock could be seen in at least 3 films this year, two of which made were made by famous directors (Scorsese's Shutter Island, Polanski's Ghost Writer), but South Korea's Bong Joon-ho's (The Host) story of murder and matriarchy is by far the best. A tightly controlled crackerjack of a film, Mother features an incredible lead performance (Kim Hye-ja as the title character), amazing cinematography, and truly powerful moments of guilt, violence, and finally some kind of sweet release. A must-see, especially for those interested in the rise of South Korean cinema all over the world.
5.Inception
As a follow up to 2008's The Dark Knight, there was a lot of anticipation for Inception, a heist film dealing in dreams, memory, fathers, sons, architecture, and the blissfully cinematic combination of skiing and shooting. Nolan has delivered a major work: a film that never rests on it's flash, and is effortlessly exciting, emotional and thought-provoking.
6. Life During Wartime
Life During Wartime is the least recent of the films on my list, but it's a testament to the film's power that it has stuck with me. A quasi-sequel to Solondz's Happiness, Life During Wartime explores the fractured state of relationships, grief, and, most powerfully, family bonds in the confusion of post 9/11 America. It's a deeply affecting ghost story with one the most haunting final shots in recent memory.
7. Tiny Furniture
Tiny Furniture is an oddity of a film that announces a major new talent: Lena Dunham, a mid 20's writer/director who choose to shoot a film in her own apartment in Tribeca starring her mother and sister as her mother and sister. It is probably one of the few films so far to deal honestly with the realities of post-collegiate life, exploring the anxieties, both personal and professional, being faced by a bright, young adult entering a economically and socially depressed world.
8.The Red Riding Trilogy,
The Red Riding Trilogy is indeed three films, but needs to be taken as one bruising, atmospheric experience. A series of fictionalized films detailing the real life story of the Yorkshire Ripper, who terrorized Nothern England for over a decade, Red Riding is as close to neo-noir as we can get. I walked out of the theater after six hours of cinema exhausted, tired, but ultimately exhilarated by the experience.
9.The Social Network
By now, David Fincher and Aaron Sorkin's take on the founding of facebook has already won major awards, and for good reason. It is a tightly controlled, incredibly well crafted and acted film. The script is wonderful, and the score by Atticus Ross and Trent Reznor is the score of the year. The Social Network breezes past it's reputation as 'the facebook movie' and becomes a fascinating examination of friendship, betrayal, and boasts one of the more interesting characters of the year (Eisenberg, in a remarkable performance as Zuckerberg). While I'm not sure this is the best film of the year, and nowhere near Fincher's crowning achievement (Zodiac), it's a great film, and deserving of it's reputation.
10.True Grit
True Grit is the most recent of the 2010 prestige films I've had a chance to see, but it made an impression, mostly due to it's fantastic characterization and writing, but also due to (always by the Coens) impeccable production design and cinematography (Richard Deakens, arguably one of the best in the business). A very strong and enjoyable western, one of the simplest films the Coens have made.
Notable mentions:
Exit Through the Gift Shop - Banksy's documentary is a great critique on modern art, and a great prank (maybe) of a film.
Enter the Void - a technical and provocative masterpiece, and one absolutely worth seeing, but marred by weak acting and scripting. Still, Gasper Noe remains one of cinema's most important voices.
Alles Anderen (Everyone Else) - Maren Ade's exploration of the break up of a young couple in Sardinia is European cinema at it's finest.
A Prophet - Jacques Audiard story of a young Muslim man rising through the ranks of a Corsican controlled French prison is epic and powerful.
The American - Anton Corbijn's follow up to his film Control is an atmospheric slow burn of a thriller. Clooney does some of his best 'anti-Clooney' work, and the final twenty minutes are as suspenseful as films get.
SPECIAL MENTION:
Police, Adjective - Police, Adjective came out the waning days of 2009, and I didn't see it until this year. As I didn't do a 2009 list, I wanted to give it a special mention here.
Romanian cinema (or the Romanian New Wave, as it is often called) is being recognized all over the world for it's human stories, simple aesthetic, and political/social relevance.
Police, Adjective is the best of the New Wave so far. A study of a police officer tailing a group of pot-smoking kids in a small Romanian town, Corneliu Poromboiu's film is a masterwork of language and pacing. The final, 15 minute scene (played out in one hardly moving shot) is a stunner. Had this been a 2010 release, it would have been my number 1.
12/21/10
12/4/10
Black Swan
Black Swan
Director: Darren Aronofsky
Venue: Regal Union Square Cinema. Digital Projection
In the list of filmmakers whose work I anticipate with every project, Darren Aronofsky figures high. His debut, Pi, is a mesmerizing, powerful piece of cinema. The follow-up, Requiem for a Dream, was a truly disturbing film. But since then, Aronofosky has yet to fulfill the promise of those two films. While I admired it's ambition, The Fountain suffered from a weak central performance, too short a running time, and a pretentious tone. The Wrestler amounted to very little in my opinion, save some great Aronofosky gore and a compelling (if somewhat overrated) performance from Mickey Rourke.
It was for these reasons that I approached Black Swan with some degree of trepidation. While it looked fascinating and compelling, I couldn't help but wonder if Aronofsky was able to pull it off. I'm happy to report that he does. Aronofsky's film is overblown, ridiculous, hypnotic, one of the best films of the year, and easily his best since Pi.
Black Swan is the story of Nina Sayers (Natalie Portman), a aging but still childish ballerina with the Lincoln Center ballet. A 4-year veteran, Nina has yet to have her big moment. This opportunity presents itself when aging star Beth Macintyre (Wynona Ryder, playing wonderfully against type) is forced to leave the company by artistic director Thomas Leroy (Vincent Cassel, effective and unlikeable). Leroy has decided to begin the season with a 're-imagining' of the classic Swan Lake, and is looking for a dance capable of playing both the innocent white swan, and her darker counterpart black swan. In what is one of the film's funnier moments, Nina convinces Thomas she is up to the role.
But there is something going on with Nina. The skin around her shoulders is blistering. She is seeing herself everywhere, including in the company's newest dancer, Lily (Mila Kunis, doing great work), who is the opposite of Nina in every way. Her mother seems unwilling to allow her a social life, and there are mentions of self- mutilation and cutting. When all of this comes to a forefront, Nina begins to change.
Thematically and storywise, Aronofsky isn't breaking any new ground. We've seen this before, and if we know the story of Swan Lake, it's very clear where this is going. It's the approach and vision that make this film such a show stopper. Aronofsky's character's are always ones of great ambition, and they are always a reflection of him. He isn't afraid to pull out all the stops in order to achieve what he wants. This is fully on display in Swan, which is a technical masterpiece. The cinematography, sound, and production design are incredible. Every inch of this film is realized, and corresponds to Aronofsky's vision. It is one of the most vividly directed films of the year. At times, it goes too far with it's surrealistic touches and horror (in addition to being one of the best films this year, it's also one of the least subtle. It is a credit to the entire team that this lack of subtlety doesn't ruin the film), but it is this kind of balls to the wall, unhinged filmmaking that we rarely seen anymore. There are moments that take us back to the films of Bergman, and of David Lynch as well. It is an impressive achievement, technically and artistically.
None of this would be possible without good performances, and here is where we come to Natalie Portman, who absolutely owns this film (she is rarely not on screen). It is a large, expressive performance that runs across the spectrum, but is most effective in it's few quieter moments (a early on phone conversation in a bathroom stall is moving and beautiful). Able support is provided by Cassel, Kunis, and Barbara Hershey, as Nina's mother.
Black Swan is an incredible work, a film of such passion and force that occasionally it's unclear what response it wants from us, but I can't find fault with it for that. Aronofsky has absolutely pushed his ideas and vision to the limit, and it's a breathtaking thing to see.
4/4
Director: Darren Aronofsky
Venue: Regal Union Square Cinema. Digital Projection
In the list of filmmakers whose work I anticipate with every project, Darren Aronofsky figures high. His debut, Pi, is a mesmerizing, powerful piece of cinema. The follow-up, Requiem for a Dream, was a truly disturbing film. But since then, Aronofosky has yet to fulfill the promise of those two films. While I admired it's ambition, The Fountain suffered from a weak central performance, too short a running time, and a pretentious tone. The Wrestler amounted to very little in my opinion, save some great Aronofosky gore and a compelling (if somewhat overrated) performance from Mickey Rourke.
It was for these reasons that I approached Black Swan with some degree of trepidation. While it looked fascinating and compelling, I couldn't help but wonder if Aronofsky was able to pull it off. I'm happy to report that he does. Aronofsky's film is overblown, ridiculous, hypnotic, one of the best films of the year, and easily his best since Pi.
Black Swan is the story of Nina Sayers (Natalie Portman), a aging but still childish ballerina with the Lincoln Center ballet. A 4-year veteran, Nina has yet to have her big moment. This opportunity presents itself when aging star Beth Macintyre (Wynona Ryder, playing wonderfully against type) is forced to leave the company by artistic director Thomas Leroy (Vincent Cassel, effective and unlikeable). Leroy has decided to begin the season with a 're-imagining' of the classic Swan Lake, and is looking for a dance capable of playing both the innocent white swan, and her darker counterpart black swan. In what is one of the film's funnier moments, Nina convinces Thomas she is up to the role.
But there is something going on with Nina. The skin around her shoulders is blistering. She is seeing herself everywhere, including in the company's newest dancer, Lily (Mila Kunis, doing great work), who is the opposite of Nina in every way. Her mother seems unwilling to allow her a social life, and there are mentions of self- mutilation and cutting. When all of this comes to a forefront, Nina begins to change.
Thematically and storywise, Aronofsky isn't breaking any new ground. We've seen this before, and if we know the story of Swan Lake, it's very clear where this is going. It's the approach and vision that make this film such a show stopper. Aronofsky's character's are always ones of great ambition, and they are always a reflection of him. He isn't afraid to pull out all the stops in order to achieve what he wants. This is fully on display in Swan, which is a technical masterpiece. The cinematography, sound, and production design are incredible. Every inch of this film is realized, and corresponds to Aronofsky's vision. It is one of the most vividly directed films of the year. At times, it goes too far with it's surrealistic touches and horror (in addition to being one of the best films this year, it's also one of the least subtle. It is a credit to the entire team that this lack of subtlety doesn't ruin the film), but it is this kind of balls to the wall, unhinged filmmaking that we rarely seen anymore. There are moments that take us back to the films of Bergman, and of David Lynch as well. It is an impressive achievement, technically and artistically.
None of this would be possible without good performances, and here is where we come to Natalie Portman, who absolutely owns this film (she is rarely not on screen). It is a large, expressive performance that runs across the spectrum, but is most effective in it's few quieter moments (a early on phone conversation in a bathroom stall is moving and beautiful). Able support is provided by Cassel, Kunis, and Barbara Hershey, as Nina's mother.
Black Swan is an incredible work, a film of such passion and force that occasionally it's unclear what response it wants from us, but I can't find fault with it for that. Aronofsky has absolutely pushed his ideas and vision to the limit, and it's a breathtaking thing to see.
4/4
6/20/10
The Killer Inside Me
The Killer Inside Me.
Director: Michael Winterbottom.
Venue: IFC Center, 323 Avenue of the Americas, New York, New York. Theater 1
Date: June 20, 2010
Few titles have been higher on my list of 'Must-Sees' in 2010 than The Killer Inside Me. Based upon the infamous 1952 book by Jim Thompson, and boasting Casey Affleck as gentleman/sociopath Lou Ford and the versatile directing talents of Brit Michael Winterbottom (A Cock and Bull Story, Welcome to Sarajevo), my hope was that this film would be the highlight of the year so far. In that regard, it disappoints, but it is not without its merits.
Killer tells the story of Lou Ford, a 29 year old deputy sheriff doing his duty in the small West Texas town of Central City. One day, Lou is told by sheriff Bob Maples (excellent character actor Tom Bower) to go put a little pressure on prostitute Joyce Lakeland (an unexpected Jessica Alba, who doesn't really have the chops for the role) to leave town. When Ford arrives, Joyce becomes irate, and hits him repeatedly. At first resisting his impulses, eventually Ford pins her, removes his belt, and begins beating her backside. Joyce likes it. What begins as violent assault results in sex.
So begins a love affair, which results in the blackmail of Joyce's former lover Elmer Conway, whose father is local (corrupt) building magnate Conway (Veteran, brilliant Ned Beatty). Eventually, Joyce ends up dead, beaten savagely by Lou, who is revealed to be a ruthless and sadistic killer. From there on, the film falls into place as a film noir, with Lou trying to cover up his crime and his mistakes until one violent act leads to another, and often for reasons which are unclear.
That's the biggest problem with Winterbottom's take on Thompson classic novel, which is admired both for it's plotting and it's development of a truly disturbed individual. The director seems to be aiming for the latter much more than the former. In his quest to create a distinctive character in Lou, Winterbottom has lost command of his narrative. Events fly by without fitting into a comprehensible package. Characters appear and reappear, and their motives don't become clear (this is particularly true of Elias Koteas' turn as Joe Rothman - a fine performance, but the character's reasons for being in the film are woefully unclear until too much late). The narrative whizzes along, but the scenes themselves often feel long and languid, which creates a vacuum within the film. Winterbottom doesn't seem too concerned with building any tension or suspense, and the film's climatic scenes thus have little to no weight. It feels as though he hoped the story could take care of itself, while he and Affleck could create a monster.
And what a monster they've created. Affleck, so good in The Assassination of Jesse James..., builds upon his work on that film and has created something incredible here. His Lou Ford is a mesmerizing piece of acting. He creates a character that, to the film's audience, is terrifying, puzzling, and simultaneously naive and knowing - he's dangerous. However, to those around him ignorant to his true nature, Ford comes across as well-meaning, gentlemanly, and helpful. It's astounding.
So is the production. The 35mm cinematography is beautiful and crisp, and the production design is authentic to a fault. This IS Texas in 1958, no question. Everything, from image to sound to dialects, is top notch.
It should be noted that Killer contains extreme violence, particularly in an early sequence when Lou beats Joyce to death. Winterbottom has not spared his audience at all, and the effect is excruciating and horrible. We see, hear, and feel every blow. At times it feels questionable, but it is also something that sets the film apart from other films which deal with violence. Here, it doesn't feel like a cheap thrill, but rather an extension of a sick man's psyche. Likewise, the connection between sex and violence plays an important role in Killer, and, to Winterbottom's credit, he manages to make the (fairly violent) sex both arousing and troubling. It's rare to see that contradiction played out on screen, but it's done so effectively here.
In the end, Killer is a much more viscerally effective film and portrait than it is a thriller. It's sights and sounds are alluring and disturbing, while it's story suffers. Winterbottom is more interested in the world that these characters inhabit than he is the things that drive them, which makes for a unique, if flawed, experience.
3/5
Director: Michael Winterbottom.
Venue: IFC Center, 323 Avenue of the Americas, New York, New York. Theater 1
Date: June 20, 2010
Few titles have been higher on my list of 'Must-Sees' in 2010 than The Killer Inside Me. Based upon the infamous 1952 book by Jim Thompson, and boasting Casey Affleck as gentleman/sociopath Lou Ford and the versatile directing talents of Brit Michael Winterbottom (A Cock and Bull Story, Welcome to Sarajevo), my hope was that this film would be the highlight of the year so far. In that regard, it disappoints, but it is not without its merits.
Killer tells the story of Lou Ford, a 29 year old deputy sheriff doing his duty in the small West Texas town of Central City. One day, Lou is told by sheriff Bob Maples (excellent character actor Tom Bower) to go put a little pressure on prostitute Joyce Lakeland (an unexpected Jessica Alba, who doesn't really have the chops for the role) to leave town. When Ford arrives, Joyce becomes irate, and hits him repeatedly. At first resisting his impulses, eventually Ford pins her, removes his belt, and begins beating her backside. Joyce likes it. What begins as violent assault results in sex.
So begins a love affair, which results in the blackmail of Joyce's former lover Elmer Conway, whose father is local (corrupt) building magnate Conway (Veteran, brilliant Ned Beatty). Eventually, Joyce ends up dead, beaten savagely by Lou, who is revealed to be a ruthless and sadistic killer. From there on, the film falls into place as a film noir, with Lou trying to cover up his crime and his mistakes until one violent act leads to another, and often for reasons which are unclear.
That's the biggest problem with Winterbottom's take on Thompson classic novel, which is admired both for it's plotting and it's development of a truly disturbed individual. The director seems to be aiming for the latter much more than the former. In his quest to create a distinctive character in Lou, Winterbottom has lost command of his narrative. Events fly by without fitting into a comprehensible package. Characters appear and reappear, and their motives don't become clear (this is particularly true of Elias Koteas' turn as Joe Rothman - a fine performance, but the character's reasons for being in the film are woefully unclear until too much late). The narrative whizzes along, but the scenes themselves often feel long and languid, which creates a vacuum within the film. Winterbottom doesn't seem too concerned with building any tension or suspense, and the film's climatic scenes thus have little to no weight. It feels as though he hoped the story could take care of itself, while he and Affleck could create a monster.
And what a monster they've created. Affleck, so good in The Assassination of Jesse James..., builds upon his work on that film and has created something incredible here. His Lou Ford is a mesmerizing piece of acting. He creates a character that, to the film's audience, is terrifying, puzzling, and simultaneously naive and knowing - he's dangerous. However, to those around him ignorant to his true nature, Ford comes across as well-meaning, gentlemanly, and helpful. It's astounding.
So is the production. The 35mm cinematography is beautiful and crisp, and the production design is authentic to a fault. This IS Texas in 1958, no question. Everything, from image to sound to dialects, is top notch.
It should be noted that Killer contains extreme violence, particularly in an early sequence when Lou beats Joyce to death. Winterbottom has not spared his audience at all, and the effect is excruciating and horrible. We see, hear, and feel every blow. At times it feels questionable, but it is also something that sets the film apart from other films which deal with violence. Here, it doesn't feel like a cheap thrill, but rather an extension of a sick man's psyche. Likewise, the connection between sex and violence plays an important role in Killer, and, to Winterbottom's credit, he manages to make the (fairly violent) sex both arousing and troubling. It's rare to see that contradiction played out on screen, but it's done so effectively here.
In the end, Killer is a much more viscerally effective film and portrait than it is a thriller. It's sights and sounds are alluring and disturbing, while it's story suffers. Winterbottom is more interested in the world that these characters inhabit than he is the things that drive them, which makes for a unique, if flawed, experience.
3/5
3/5/10
Shutter Island
Shutter Island
Director: Martin Scorsese
Venue: AMC 34 Street
Review Date: March 5, 2010
Martin Scorsese was, arguably, the greatest filmmaker America had ever produced until the early nineties when Goodfellas arrived. While a great movie, it lacked the fiercely personal point of view that has defined Scorsese's best work (After Hours, Taxi Driver, Mean Streets). Since losing the Oscar that year to the far less deserving Dances With Wolves, he has increasingly made highly conventional, albeit technically accomplished, films. Finally, in 2006, Scorsese was awarded the best director for The Departed, a high energy, substance less riff on the Hong Kong film Infernal Affairs. It was the least personal film Scorsese had ever made. Now, he's back with Shutter Island, another Boston set thriller filled with technical mastery, occasionally dazzling sequences, and only slightly higher level of resonance than The Departed.
The films opens on the deepest fog seen since Hitchcock made thrillers in the 50s and 60s. (Appropriate, as Scorsese spends about 75% of the film's run time paying homage to films better than this). From this fog emerges a boat pulling out of Boston harbor. On board are state troopers Teddy Daniels (Leonardo DiCaprio) and his new partner Chuck Aule (a woefully miscast Mark Ruffalo. It's hard to see such a talented actor doing work that just wasn't meant for him). Both are veterans of World War II, and both show it in their every mannerism, Daniels in particular. Tragedy, both large and small, has informed this man's life, and his permanent scowl and temper make it clear he hasn't quite gotten past it. The two are headed for Shutter Island, which houses a new age treatment center for the disturbed and criminally insane, in search of escaped patient Rachel Solando. The facility, run by the sinister Dr. Cawley (Ben Kingsley) and Dr. Naehring (Max Von Sydow, in a inspired bit of casting - he's fantastic, despite his limited screen time). Cawley's philosophy on the treatment of the mentally ill is decidedly modern for the time, but Naehring's slight German accent instantly makes Daniels suspicious.
As Daniels and Aule begin their investigation, and the pounding storm heading for the island grows stronger, they quickly begin to sense that everything is not as it seems on Shutter Island. How did Solando escape from a room with one exit and a barred window? What kind of experiments are being conducted at the hospital, and what is happening in Ward C?
Shutter Island's biggest weakness may be Scorsese and Co's inability, or perhaps unwillingness, to push beyond genre. The character of Teddy Daniels is by far the most interesting protagonist Scorsese has attempted to create in a long time, but DiCaprio is not up to snuff. Daniels has an everyman quality that DiCaprio does not. He is too technical and self-aware to create an all encompassing character. We are too aware of DiCaprio the actor. The decision to make Daniels a World War II veteran is one of the best elements taken from 50's noir, as World War II had a definitive role in the creation of the noir genre. These characters are meant to represent the disillusionment of the era, which, if explored further, could have been a great thematic element to the film. Likewise, the constant reference to Daniels as a 'man of violence' is something Scorsese has explored beautifully in the past, and could have done so here, especially in the context of noir. Unfortunately, Scorsese and screenwriter Laeta Kalogridis chooses instead to prolong the inevitable, albeit obvious, 'stunning' conclusion with cliche twists and turns. For those paying attention, the ending of the film becomes fairly clear about 90 minutes in. As a result, the film suffers from a lack of suspense, and only an occasional jump (a scene taking place at a graveyard during the storm is particularly effective). Scorsese comes close to an exploration of psyche, but drops it in favor of a dot connecting story. It's disappointing to say the least.
That isn't to say the film is a complete waste.It is, as expected, a technical knockout. The cinematography by Robert Richardson (whose work on Inglourious Basterds was probably the most beautiful lens work of last year) is exquisite, and filled with flourishes that enhance the many moods and feelings the film is meant to evoke. Dante Ferritti's production design is dead-on. Everything about the film visually and aurally is masterful. Additionally, there are some show-stopping set pieces. The one-shot execution of several soldiers is downright eerie, and an early flashback featuring Daniel's mysterious wife (Michelle Williams, given little to do) really sticks. Likewise, the film's concluding moments has an emotional heft that nearly achieves greatness, had it not been for the plodding and cliche story leading up to it. There are images here that will stick in your mind. Unfortunately, the film itself won't.
Some of the greatest filmmakers of all time have been exceptional at genre work. Scorsese's powers of deep expressionism, questionable protagonists, and powerful treatment of violence should have put him on this list. Unfortunately, he gets so caught up in creating atmosphere that he loses his hold on the characters, themes, and story. The film is, at best, a pastiche of better films. It has very little to call it's own, which is a great disappointment for it's maker after a career spent defining American cinema.
2.5/5
Director: Martin Scorsese
Venue: AMC 34 Street
Review Date: March 5, 2010
Martin Scorsese was, arguably, the greatest filmmaker America had ever produced until the early nineties when Goodfellas arrived. While a great movie, it lacked the fiercely personal point of view that has defined Scorsese's best work (After Hours, Taxi Driver, Mean Streets). Since losing the Oscar that year to the far less deserving Dances With Wolves, he has increasingly made highly conventional, albeit technically accomplished, films. Finally, in 2006, Scorsese was awarded the best director for The Departed, a high energy, substance less riff on the Hong Kong film Infernal Affairs. It was the least personal film Scorsese had ever made. Now, he's back with Shutter Island, another Boston set thriller filled with technical mastery, occasionally dazzling sequences, and only slightly higher level of resonance than The Departed.
The films opens on the deepest fog seen since Hitchcock made thrillers in the 50s and 60s. (Appropriate, as Scorsese spends about 75% of the film's run time paying homage to films better than this). From this fog emerges a boat pulling out of Boston harbor. On board are state troopers Teddy Daniels (Leonardo DiCaprio) and his new partner Chuck Aule (a woefully miscast Mark Ruffalo. It's hard to see such a talented actor doing work that just wasn't meant for him). Both are veterans of World War II, and both show it in their every mannerism, Daniels in particular. Tragedy, both large and small, has informed this man's life, and his permanent scowl and temper make it clear he hasn't quite gotten past it. The two are headed for Shutter Island, which houses a new age treatment center for the disturbed and criminally insane, in search of escaped patient Rachel Solando. The facility, run by the sinister Dr. Cawley (Ben Kingsley) and Dr. Naehring (Max Von Sydow, in a inspired bit of casting - he's fantastic, despite his limited screen time). Cawley's philosophy on the treatment of the mentally ill is decidedly modern for the time, but Naehring's slight German accent instantly makes Daniels suspicious.
As Daniels and Aule begin their investigation, and the pounding storm heading for the island grows stronger, they quickly begin to sense that everything is not as it seems on Shutter Island. How did Solando escape from a room with one exit and a barred window? What kind of experiments are being conducted at the hospital, and what is happening in Ward C?
Shutter Island's biggest weakness may be Scorsese and Co's inability, or perhaps unwillingness, to push beyond genre. The character of Teddy Daniels is by far the most interesting protagonist Scorsese has attempted to create in a long time, but DiCaprio is not up to snuff. Daniels has an everyman quality that DiCaprio does not. He is too technical and self-aware to create an all encompassing character. We are too aware of DiCaprio the actor. The decision to make Daniels a World War II veteran is one of the best elements taken from 50's noir, as World War II had a definitive role in the creation of the noir genre. These characters are meant to represent the disillusionment of the era, which, if explored further, could have been a great thematic element to the film. Likewise, the constant reference to Daniels as a 'man of violence' is something Scorsese has explored beautifully in the past, and could have done so here, especially in the context of noir. Unfortunately, Scorsese and screenwriter Laeta Kalogridis chooses instead to prolong the inevitable, albeit obvious, 'stunning' conclusion with cliche twists and turns. For those paying attention, the ending of the film becomes fairly clear about 90 minutes in. As a result, the film suffers from a lack of suspense, and only an occasional jump (a scene taking place at a graveyard during the storm is particularly effective). Scorsese comes close to an exploration of psyche, but drops it in favor of a dot connecting story. It's disappointing to say the least.
That isn't to say the film is a complete waste.It is, as expected, a technical knockout. The cinematography by Robert Richardson (whose work on Inglourious Basterds was probably the most beautiful lens work of last year) is exquisite, and filled with flourishes that enhance the many moods and feelings the film is meant to evoke. Dante Ferritti's production design is dead-on. Everything about the film visually and aurally is masterful. Additionally, there are some show-stopping set pieces. The one-shot execution of several soldiers is downright eerie, and an early flashback featuring Daniel's mysterious wife (Michelle Williams, given little to do) really sticks. Likewise, the film's concluding moments has an emotional heft that nearly achieves greatness, had it not been for the plodding and cliche story leading up to it. There are images here that will stick in your mind. Unfortunately, the film itself won't.
Some of the greatest filmmakers of all time have been exceptional at genre work. Scorsese's powers of deep expressionism, questionable protagonists, and powerful treatment of violence should have put him on this list. Unfortunately, he gets so caught up in creating atmosphere that he loses his hold on the characters, themes, and story. The film is, at best, a pastiche of better films. It has very little to call it's own, which is a great disappointment for it's maker after a career spent defining American cinema.
2.5/5
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