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Film Criticism by David O'Connell

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Tusk

October 29th 2014 03:37




When podcaster Wallace Bryton (Justin Long) slinks into the Canadian night in search of tall tales to fill the void left by his initial subject who has died most inopportunely, he has no idea what fate awaits him. A wheelchair bound, salty old dog Howard Howe (Michael Parks) is bursting with sagas of the sea he'd love to unload upon any curious and patient ear. Too bad that Bryton likes Mr. Howe’s tea because his ingestion of cup after poisoned cup, combined with the alluringly colourful tales that accompany each serve, soon sees his wavering out of consciousness. Upon regaining his faculties, Bryton discovers, to his horror, that his body has been ‘tampered’ with and the nightmare intentions of Mr. Howe are becoming a little more transparent. An ungodly transformation into the very same beast of the sea that once saved Howe’s life is imminent.

It sounds like a potential cross between H.G. Wells and the early body horror of David Cronenberg, but Tusk (2014), the new and unlikely film by Kevin Smith is far less serious in its intent and impossible to ratify. Ultimately, this is mostly thanks to an embarrassingly pointless big star entering the fray incognito as manhunter Guy Lapointe and stopping the film’s momentum dead in its tracks. The third act thus becomes a farce, undoing all the fine work of the set-up in which there is so much to enjoy. The unevenness is certainly endearingly Smithian in its slightly wonky execution, and Long if nobody else seems to be having fun with the possibilities of playing a borderline prick straying out of his element whilst rubbing Canadian faces in an impression of their own backwardness. But then the already overreaching premise of the film extends to its high point before blindly stumbling into a series of cul-de-sacs from which escape is impossible. Despite the gross outlandishness of select scenes, it’s clear that Smith is moving uncomfortably within a genre he has no real grasp of as anything other than as a devoted fan.

When Tusk finally staggers from tediousness to outright silliness, even the support players visibly lose interest in their roles. Unforgivably, Smith allows his star - an actor with whom the term 'hackdom' is quickly becoming synonymous - to hijack the film, sending it whirling headlong into an inglorious crash and burn. Former child star Haley Joel Osmont as Bryton’s best mate and fellow podcaster Teddy Craft, and Genesis Rodriguez as the girlfriend who can’t even stand the new improved, successful asshole version of Bryton anyway, both get to hang out in the margins as Smith’s trump card takes centre stage. Even Parks gets railroaded into participating in some especially silly shenanigans, including the film’s lowest point – a flashback scene that shows the lone previous coming together of Howe and the moronic Lapointe. It’s cringeworthy stuff and though Smith is to be admired for straying from his often blandly comic roots, just as he did – far more successfully and dynamically - with the recent Red State (2011), he needed a far sturdier premise to keep this shaggy dog tale afloat down the stretch.











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Whiplash

October 22nd 2014 05:11



A young drummer’s time at an esteemed music conservatory turns into a psychological battle of wills when the establishment’s most notorious and distinguished figure becomes an adversary. Andrew Neyman (Miles Teller) wants to exceed the ordinary dreams of a promising musician. He aims for true greatness and under the tutelage of Terence Fletcher (J.K.Simmons) he just might get there. The only problem is that Fletcher is a brutal taskmaster who wouldn’t be inappropriately employed as a drill sergeant. He takes no prisoners and demands nothing less than perfection. When he selects Andrew to join his elite class it’s either a precious gift and first step to fulfilling his aspirations or the opening line of a gag in which Andrew’s fall from grace - and malicious shattering of his delusions - will be the punch line.

Director Damien Chazelle’s screenplay - an extension of his original short film - sizzles with Fletcher’s venomous irritation and Andrew’s frustration at falling short of his own and Fletcher’s expectations. In what will surely be the defining performance of Simmons’ career, the much loved character actor transforms himself into a figure of extreme intimidation. Fletcher mostly seems like a grossly inflated caricature yet key moments do humanise him. His presence creates waves every time he walks in the room and Chazelle’s rendering of his hard-edged bullying means we often experience moments of genuine anticipatory dread for his young student when the two antagonists intersect. Teller too is phenomenal, laying bare both Andrew’s vulnerability and tortured need to reach unfathomable heights of musical execution.

Whiplash (2014) is an electrifying, riveting drama that sustains its intense pitch from first frame to last. Riding roughshod over any dubious turns in the road, the stunning performances and conviction of Chazelle’s screenplay assure us of a certain reality even if gaps in the narrative are a little too common and convenient. The music is wonderful, the central piece, Hank Levy’s ‘Whiplash’, a perfect embodiment of the film’s multifaceted dexterity, whilst the drumming regularly reaches dizzying heights. Chazelle’s second feature, shot in just 19 days, is a spectacular calling card. He turns the potential mundaneness of his central ideas into something boldly cinematic that bristles with an emotional and often staggering visceral power and the final result is one of the finest films of the year.








Whiplash opens in Australian cinemas on Thursday, October 23.






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Gone Girl

October 21st 2014 04:27



For a second straight film, director David Fincher has taken on the task of condensing a mass market crime fiction bestseller for the big screen. After his proficient but neutered-by-familiarity take on the overexposed Stieg Larsson’s The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (2011) comes a cinematic translation of Gillian Flynn’s Gone Girl (2014). With a massive in-built audience, as it were, in the legion of readers who’ve long devoured the original source and no doubt hold it sacred, the real challenge for Fincher would be in imbuing the final product with artistic credibility by making a film that forms a bridge between the cinemaplex and the arthouse.

When Nick Dunne (Ben Affleck) returns home to find his wife Amy (Rosamund Pike) vanished, suspicion naturally falls on him as the last to have seen her. Rapidly the case expands, reaching national airwaves and Nick becomes public enemy number one. The two chief detectives on the case (Kim Dickens) and (Patrick Fugit) seem to make the same presumptions that we do: Nick is guilty and the details of how he got away with the crime will be what spark and hold our interest as the narrative unwinds. But predictable in its unpredictability, layers of guilt and deception are peeled back as the truth, naturally, defies both our simple initial assumptions and any real world logic.

Thematic failings notwithstanding, with unrelenting bleakness Fincher and Flynn – adapting her own book for the screen - expose the paradoxes of a marriage: from the fissures arise contrary narratives. Each is coloured with intriguing strands of ambiguous grey, leaving us in a quandary as to who to empathise with. The requisite introduction of shifts in tone and perspective only make the final scenes murkier in their delineation.

Affleck’s work here is solid without being striking. Under duress, Nick turns to internal coping mechanisms with only his sister Margo (an excellent Carrie Coon) as an ally. As the beleaguered wife Pike is not nearly as sympathetic. There’s something ‘off’ about Amy from the get-go - an icy aloofness that colours both her narration and interactions with others. Pike’s performance is faultless yet is there a genuine, identifiable human emotion or motive attributable to her?

Fincher’s slick visuals are in line with his past work: expressive blues, blacks with nary a flicker of sunshine. There’s real mastery in his now very familiar manipulation, in the way the cool, darkened palette reflects back, uncompromisingly, the internal psychological states of his characters. One problematic choice, however, is his utilisation, for a third successive film, of the music by Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross. Often tediously distracting, their score, at times, borders on inappropriate, especially in the final stretch when monotonous dreamy synth textures are used to create a sense of mounting unease, yet without any flair or instinct for capitalising on Fincher’s deep focus gaze.

Flynn’s twisty narrative, in a peripheral manner, exposes the gluttonous press and their obsessive preoccupation with breaking news stories. We're shown the invasive scrutiny they afford the scandal of the day and equally, the manner in which they skew a story on a whim to revive a lagging pace. But there’s nothing in the way of fresh insights here. An innocent man despises the press, we know that. Especially when he’s no longer innocent.

Though there are classy contributions all round, Fincher's film feels slightly hollow at its core, with its bleak portrait of domesticity and the fairer sex in particular hitting a sallow note. In Gone Girl, redemption is a cold-hearted concept unable to grip in a world in which, the final act seems to say, attempts at extraction from difficult situations only leads to reinforced incarceration.







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Advanced Style

October 1st 2014 04:26
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The Equaliser

September 24th 2014 01:38
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Boyhood

September 17th 2014 05:00
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The Grandmaster

September 3rd 2014 04:36
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Into the Storm

September 3rd 2014 04:32
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Locke

August 27th 2014 04:38
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Calvary

July 31st 2014 02:30
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