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Review: Never Let Me Go

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[Rating:4.5/5]

Science fiction in the vein of Never Let Me Go is a rare thing – not showy or obvious, no aliens or space travel, no visible scientific apparatus, nothing really even explicitly stated. Yet the characters’ lives are utterly defined and guided by science fiction elements, and the kind of ethical questions implicitly explored are those of classic science fiction going back to Asimov and Wells, here told with a poignant humanism and thoughtfulness rarely found on the screen today. The way understanding of the characters’ situation gradually dawns as the story unfolds is part of the pleasure of it, so I’m going to try not to spoil it as much as possible. (Even though it’s been long enough now since release that if you’ve remained unspoiled, you’re kind of amazing and you should definitely go into this film knowing as little as possible – not because it depends on not knowing what’s going on, but because it just gives it that much more oomph and poignancy if you learn gradually along with the film.)

Kathy, Ruth, and Tommy grow up together at what seems to be an upscale boarding school in rural England, going through the joys and squabbles that any children do, but there are signs that things may not all be as they seem. We learn more about who these children are and what the school is as the story unfolds, but we remain firmly focused on their relationship with each other, especially as Ruth and Tommy begin dating, leaving Kathy a patient but longing third wheel. This is a story primarily concerned with relationships, but relationships that are predicated on and intensified by these individuals’ particular status in society.

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The film succeeds on nearly every level and doesn’t fall victim to the stifling over-faithfulness to it source material that I feared it might – Kasuo Ishiguro’s novel is a difficult one to adapt, and there is a lot of streamlining here, especially in straightening out Ishiguro’s meandering timeline and eliding a lot of the portions of the story not essential to the central relationship among the three children. This means there is much less time spent on Ruth as a child, which is perhaps the film’s one weak point. Keira Knightley does a fine job as Ruth, capturing her winning vivacity, occasional vindictiveness, and ultimate frailty well, but the character doesn’t seem as fully fleshed out as she is in the book. Carey Mulligan adds another great performance onto her CV, portraying the mousy but stronger-than-she-seems Kathy with great nuance and sympathy. And upcoming Spider-Man Andrew Garfield holds his own against the two women as the troubled Tommy. Sure, there’s stuff in the book that was great and is left out here, but the choices made are solid and make for a strong and coherent film.

Much like the novel, the film takes a matter-of-fact yet thought-provoking perspective on the central underlying fact that governs the character’s lives – never didactic nor preachy, but encouraging you to construct the rest of society (which exists as a sort of negative space against which our characters appear in sharp relief) and the ethical concerns that the film brings up but doesn’t answer. I love this way of approaching difficult questions, and I actually really appreciated Kathy H’s final few lines of dialogue, heartbreaking in their humanist acceptance of things which are both unacceptable and, within the context of the story, inevitable. The balance in the film, as in the book, is tipped well toward people rather than ideas, but that’s as it should be for this story, and it’s through the people that the ideas come into focus. It may be a little safe and comfortable for people who like their science fiction edgy and provocative, but that’s not what Never Let Me Go is, and what it does it does superbly.

Oh, and also – kudos to the casting director on finding a DEAD RINGER for Carey Mulligan to play young Kathy. And also, also, to Rachel Portman for her pitch-perfect score.

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Chuck 4×02-4×03

*spoilers for both episodes*

Chuck 4×02: Chuck vs. the Suitcase

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After being somewhat disappointed with the season premiere, I wasn’t too proactive about sitting down to watch the second episode of Chuck, but after some encouragement from friends, I went ahead and did it. And it is a much stronger episode (and strangely, has nothing at all to do with the overall Mom Bartowski Search plotline, as the previous week’s preview suggested it would), and gives me a little more hope for the rest of the season, though I do still have my reservations.

It’s back to a more case-of-the-week format, this time with Sarah and Chuck going after an Eastern European spy who has some sort of chip that guides smart bullets, some pretty cool looking tech if I do say so myself. Chuck is awkward dorky cool again and flashing to do kung fu and pick safe locks, Sarah’s going mano-et-mano on a Milan fashion week catwalk, you know, the sort of thing we expect from Chuck. I’m just hoping we don’t get a full return to status quo; as I said after the premiere, I’m not cool with that. And in a way, that’s what this episode was, but it also suggested some ways it can kind of have it both ways.

For example. The BuyMore is rebuilt (return to status quo). But it’s a CIA base now (significant change). Morgan and Casey are back working undercover there (return to status quo). But as of the end of episode two, Morgan is the manager, specifically tasked to keep the BuyMore from looking too CIA-level efficient and thus suspicious (significant change). Jeff and Lester are back (return to status quo). But as the head of Morgan’s unsuspecting make-the-Buy-More-a-shambles-again initiative (significant change? Okay, maybe that’s stretching it…). I’m still not a fan of the secret-keeping about Chuck being back in the CIA, but we’ll see where it goes. And I’m still always worried about them deciding to break up Chuck and Sarah, which had me flailing at the non-suitcase-unpacking throughline of this episode, but ultimately, they proved my fears wrong and that plot tied the ep together quite well. I’m going to try to quit worrying about that for now and just trust that the writers won’t burn me on this.

Chuck 4×03 – Chuck vs. the Cubic Z

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Okay, whatever goodwill Chuck had from me from the last episode mostly dissipated after this one. (I wrote the section above before having watched this one.) Here our cadre of spies are tasked with guarding two prisoners. Sounds simple, right? Well, until one of the prisoners gets Sarah rattled about her commitment issues and Chuck botches interrogating her about his mother and the other prisoner escapes and goes on a rampage.

The fact that the writers can’t make it through an episode without some huge (real or perceived) crisis in Chuck and Sarah’s relationship is frustrating me to no end – last week’s made me hope that it was more related to the difficulties of being a spy and having a relationship (which could go interesting places), but this week was almost all Sarah’s own hang-ups as exacerbated by the prisoner spy chick who knew Sarah way back when she was Jenny and thinks her life experience maps directly onto Sarah’s. This is basically just the same old will-they0won’t they wishy-washiness that they’ve been doing for at least two years. I AM TIRED OF IT. I was tired of it a year ago, but I was hoping that if they finally got together the writers would focus on something else for a while, but apparently they can’t. Because there are NO OTHER interesting stories to be had here. What about Chuck and Ellie? What about Chuck and Ellie and their mom (we’ll be getting back to that, I know)? What about Casey and his daughter? What about Morgan and Casey’s daughter? What about Morgan and the BuyMore?

Oh, right, we did get some Morgan and the BuyMore story. Which was so dull I barely remembered it. Some big game launch, shipment didn’t come, Big Mike had to step in and same the day with an eye-rolling pep talk, yada yada yada. Didn’t care.

But despite all of this ranting, I didn’t totally hate watching most of the episode. There are some decent fight scenes, and some good interaction between Sarah and prisoner Heather. But the final sequence had me seething, so let’s just talk about that for a second. Chuck and Sarah are talking through the stuff Heather brought up and were making progress, and I was going, okay, maybe we can just put this behind us AGAIN and move on in the next episode onto something more interesting than Sarah’s commitment issues. But no, because intercut with this conversation for like FIVE MINUTES are shots of the engagement ring that Big Mike lost earlier in the episode sliding down the ductwork, inevitably heading toward Chuck and Sarah down in castle. And yep, just as Chuck and Sarah are getting cutesy going through a litany of things she’s ready for vs. things she’s not, the ring falls and Chuck picks it up, kneeling in a perfect proposal pose. FOR REAL GUYS? FOR REAL? This scene was horrible on so many levels – it forces yet another episode of will-they-won’t-they about the biggest will-they-won’t-they ever, it forces the question of marriage way too soon into the series/season/relationship, it reinforces once again the writers can’t think of anything else to do other than poke at Chuck and Sarah’s relationship, and besides all that, it’s done in the most painfully obvious, hamfistedly edited, and utterly ridiculous way that I almost shut my TV off and quit watching the show (I mean the entire series) before the ring ever fell all the way down.

And yeah. I’m still *this close* to quitting the show all together, because that scene was pretty much the last straw that destroyed any lingering hopes that the writers have any clue what they’re doing. I’ll stick around maybe based on the probability of Summer Glau guest starring later on in the season, but unless something drastically changes, I’m done after that.

Review: Tamara Drewe

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[Rating:2.5/5]

Sometimes I’m not sure what’s worse – a film that is just bad through and through and can be dismissed as a total misfire on all cylinders, or one that has a lot of potential and good ideas that are completely squandered in the final product. Tamara Drewe is of the latter variety, and I’m not sure whether to mark it up a little because I could see so many things that could’ve made it really good, or down a little because it fails to take advantage of any of them.

Though the film is named after Tamara Drewe, the film is really an ensemble effort centered on the denizens of a small English village – a middle-aged couple who rent out rooms in their home to writers seeking quiet and solitude, the young man who works for them as a gardener and handyman (but whose family ages ago used to own the adjoining estate), the pair of teenage girls who wreak havoc around town out of boredom, and eventually Tamara, who left town years earlier but now returns in triumph of some sort after self-changing plastic surgery. The opening sequence leaps from writer to writer at the boarding house, a quite effective set-up that quickly and deftly characterizes each writer’s style and outlook. This is one strand that could’ve been really interesting in the film and was dropped – I really wanted the writers to become a Greek chorus of sorts, popping in to comment on the action of the main story from their very different points of view. Alas, just about all of them except the one needed for a later plot point disappear entirely after the first scene.

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Another is the issue of self-identity as encapsulated by Tamara. A relatively homely girl when she was last in the village (though really, Gemma Arterton is not very believable as homely) with an overdeveloped nose, she briefly dated the now-gardener before leaving to become a journalist in the big city and get her nose fixed. There’s a tension, though, between Tamara’s confidence in her new look and her understanding that it’s both easier to get attention now and harder to be taken seriously. But though her changed appearance is referred to constantly throughout the film, any real exploration of her identity and how it is affected by her physical change is completely eschewed in favor of an uninteresting love triangle and the antics of the teenagers.

About those teenagers. Seldom have I encountered more annoying characters than these two – well, especially the one, whose entire purpose in life is to make stupid trouble for other people (egging cars and the like) and try to meet her favorite rock star Ben Sergeant (Dominic Cooper playing somewhere between Lost‘s Dominic Mongahan and Forgetting Sarah Marshall‘s Russell Brand), who just happens to break up with his band while doing a show out here in the middle of nowhere and ends up hooking up with Tamara. From here on a majority of the film follows this miscreant trying to break up Tamara and Ben without this making Ben leave town. And in one way, it’s a good thing she’s making mischief everywhere, because the film would’ve been deadly boring without her. On the other hand, the rest of the film could’ve been written SO MUCH BETTER and not have needed her to liven it up.

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And that’s really the issue here – it’s as if they realized they hadn’t written Tamara as a well-rounded and troubled character and then freaked out that they didn’t have enough of a story and decided to throw in all this other stuff (there’s also a whole other subplot with the middle-aged couple, which is actually decent but its subdued tone gets lost among everything else) instead of fixing the real problems. Because there are hints here and there that there’s a lot more to Tamara than what we see – in one scene near the end she has a heated conversation with an older man that suggests a depth to her self-image problems that could’ve been great if it hadn’t been the only scene like that. (Gemma Arterton does a great job with those few minutes, incidentally, showing me enough to make me hope she gets some meatier parts on down the road.) The film is based on a graphic novel that I haven’t read, so I’m not sure whether the blame for this squandered potential lies with the filmmakers (Stephen Frears is usually a solid filmmaker) or with the source, but it literally feels like no one bothered to read or watch this whole thing all together before sending it out the door.

I didn’t completely hate watching the film, though – it has a certain amount of superficial charm, and it’s certainly prettily shot and cast. Tamsin Greig is impressive as the older woman who pretty much becomes the center of any emotional connection to the film since Tamara is written so poorly. The rural English setting is ripe for the type of quirky English comedy that isn’t really English so much as it is what Americans want to think English country folk are like, and the film does overplay the stereotype a bit much, but mostly innocuously. But you can feel the film unraveling as you watch it, and that’s a bit of a frustrating experience.

Yep, I’m Doing Horror Too

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Yes, every film blog in the entire blogosphere is getting a little horror-happy this month, and I’m jumping on a very packed bandwagon. But I only really started watching horror films last year, so I feel like I’ve got a lot to catch up on. Here’s a list of what I’ve got on call this year – I won’t get to all, or probably even half of these, but some mix of early sound films, Hammer horror, proto-slashers, J-horror and K-horror, and contemporary atmosphere rich films are on my mind. I’ll mark films off here as I see them and try to dash off some thoughts about things as I see them. Yes, I’m mostly doing this because I like making lists and marking things off them.

The list was put together based on things I already knew I wanted to see from previous years, input from FriendFeeders and Row Three contributors, stuff available on Netflix Instant Watch, and the offerings from local repertory cinemas.

  • The Mummy (1932)
  • White Zombie (1932)
  • Vampyr (1932)
  • Murders in the Rue Morgue (1932)
  • The Old Dark House (1932) 21 October 2010, DVD ***1/2
  • The Wolf Man (1941)
  • House of Wax (1953) 4 October 2010, DVD ***
  • X: The Unknown (1956)
  • The Return of Dracula (1958)
  • It! The Terror From Beyond Space (1958) 22 October 2010, Instant Watch **1/2
  • Macabre (1958) 23 October 2010, Cinefamily **1/2
  • House on Haunted Hill (1959) 31 October 2010, Cinefamily ****
  • 13 Ghosts (1960) 2 October 2010, Cinefamily ***1/2
  • Eyes Without a Face (1960)
  • Jigoku (1960)
  • Brides of Dracula (1960)
  • The Curse of the Werewolf (1961)
  • The Pit and the Pendulum (1961)
  • Homicidal (1961) 16 October 2010, Cinefamily ***1/2
  • Mr. Sardonicus (1961) 23 October 2010, Cinefamily ***1/2
  • The Raven (1963)
  • Black Sabbath (1963)
  • The Girl Who Knew Too Much (1963) 17 October 2010, DVD ****
  • Strait-Jacket (1964) 16 October 2010, Cinefamily ***1/2
  • The Masque of the Red Death (1964)
  • Onibaba (1964)
  • Spider Baby (1964)
  • The Fearless Vampire Killers (1967)
  • The House That Dripped Blood (1970)
  • Dr. Phibes Rises Again (1972)
  • Theatre of Blood (1973)
  • The Legend of Hell House (1973)
  • The Wicker Man (1973)
  • Deep Red (1975) 7 October 2010, Cinefamily ****1/2
  • Carrie (1976)
  • Eraserhead (1976)
  • Halloween (1978)
  • Friday the 13th (1980)
  • A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984) 14 October 2010, Instant Watch ***1/2
  • Aliens (1986)
  • The Fly (1986)
  • Opera (1987) 7 October 2010, Cinefamily ****
  • Army of Darkness (1992)
  • Cure (1997)
  • Uzumaki (2000)
  • Pulse (2001)
  • Session 9 (2001) 17 October 2010, Instant Watch ***1/2
  • 28 Weeks Later (2007)
  • The Orphanage (2007) 24 October 2010, Instant Watch ****
  • Thirst (2009)
  • House of the Devil (2009) 21 October 2010, Instant Watch ****

On Garner Road – An Expansion

The ever-gracious Glen Campbell interviewed me for his podcast On Garner Road last week, and as I expected, he centered his questions on film. It was a good conversation, but there were a few things I wanted to clarify/expand because I tend to have difficulty composing my thoughts as well as I’d like when speaking as opposed to writing. So go listen to the episode first, because I’m going to jump right in to the same topics. It’s only about a half hour long.

Thanks so much to Glen for giving me the opportunity to be On Garner Road!

Best Sci-Fi Right Now

I answered this based on sci-fi films, which have become, in mainstream film, anyway, almost fully about sci-fi trappings – that is, action films that happen to be set on other planets or in space or have aliens rather than sci-fi that tackles questions of ethics and the limits of science or the role of technological advancement in society in the way that hard sci-fi does. Most of the time they’re not even particularly innovative in the way they incorporate futuristic elements into their stories. There are exceptions, which was what I was trying to get at with my awkward comments about people like Timur Bekmambetov who made interesting, even visionary films, before they came to Hollywood, and then ended up making much less intriguing things after. Bekmambetov was a weird name for me to come up with, though, because even though I do think there’s a lot to like about the Night Watch series he did in Russia (well, it was supposed to be a trilogy; the third one hasn’t gotten made yet), it’s got a lot of issues. But maybe that’s one of the things I like about sci-fi – it goes places that don’t exist yet or transmogrifies things that do exist into a new context that makes them otherworldly, and that can get messy. That good kind of messiness gets lost in Hollywood.

So to really answer this question, I’d say the best sci-fi in cinema is happening in other countries and in independent film – Mexico’s Sleep Dealer, the UK’s Moon and Monsters, Spain’s Timecrimes, Canada’s Splice, and indies like Primer. Hollywood mainstream is too safe, and sci-fi shouldn’t be safe. I was shocked when they gave Splice a wide release, because it’s a highly transgressive film that goes some very disturbing places. I didn’t love every choice Vincenzo Natali made in it, but I appreciated his bravado in making the choices he did. The elephant in the room talking about current sci-fi films, especially in the context of indie/foreign/Hollywood differences, is District 9, a film from a first-time South African director that straddled the line between indie and mainstream, both in its production and distribution. I can’t speak for sure as to Neill Blomkamp’s original intentions, but the film demonstrates my issue with indie and Hollywood sci-fi quite well. The first half or two thirds of the film is a really intriguing, if rather obvious, sci-fi-based inquiry into apartheid and its faux-documentary style was interesting. I loved that half – it was thoughtful and refreshing and not what you expect from a multiplex film. Then it took a turn both in style and story and turned into a big action movie, and I all but hated that part. It stopped being what it was and lost what made it unique. That’s what seems to happen when Hollywood gets ahold of sci-fi.

Avatar

Somehow we got into a brief Avatar discussion, because Glen asked me what were some recent overrated films, and Avatar was the first thing that sprung to mind. And I do hold to that, but I think I came down a little harsh on people who praised Avatar, which led to the little side note on elitism, which Glen was far too kind about. I get what he was trying to say, and I appreciate that, but I also know that a good portion of the vitriol I’ve hurled towards Avatar over the past year is reactionary and I don’t like being that way. Don’t get me wrong, I still don’t think it’s that great a film, but it’s not the worst thing ever made, either, and being derivative of other works isn’t necessarily that bad – I like a lot of films that pull ideas from other films.

The difference for me, and why I rate Avatar lower than pop-culture pastiche films like the ones Tarantino, Rodriguez, Edgar Wright, and others (back to Godard!) make is that Avatar doesn’t seem to be aware of what it’s doing, and is so totally earnest in tone that it turns me off. It plays it so straight while regurgitating every oppressed-people-liberated-by-hero story ever that I can’t tell whether Cameron is really oblivious to how much he’s thieving (it feels like theft rather than homage) or if he’s deliberately suppressing awareness to pull the wool over the audience’s eyes, and I can’t decide which would be worse. I do give Cameron credit for being a good storyteller, though (which is not to be confused with having a good story), because between the gorgeous visuals and the momentum of the plotting, you don’t really notice how thin the basic story here is until you get to the end and start thinking back over it. And that’s the step that most audiences don’t take, which is what I was sort of trying to get at with my comment about audiences being blinded by pretty visuals and not having the background knowledge to see the unoriginality – honestly, it’s fine with me if people want to enjoy their experience at the movies and not mull it over for weeks after. I do that often (hellllllo, Resident Evil series), but a movie being an impressive technical achievement or an engaging experience doesn’t necessarily make it a great film if other elements are mundane and derivative without any self-awareness that makes pastiche fun. And honestly, I prefer Resident Evil‘s campy B-movie fun to Avatar‘s overearnest self-important tone.

Adaptations

I’m not sure I really answered Glen’s question here, which was asking about adapting long-form novels into relatively brief movies, and whether the visual component made up for losing so many words. My general answer about adaptation stands, though, which is that the film adaptations that work are generally the ones where the director has their own vision for the story and brings something new to their interpretation of it. As far as adding visuals goes, of course you can save on a bunch of description when you throw in a visual, but sometimes that can backfire because just showing a landscape isn’t as necessarily as meaningful as the words an author uses to describe it (think how much E.M. Forster gets out of describing the caves in A Passage to India or in contrasting the houses in Howards End, or the feeling you get from Virginia Woolf’s descriptions of Mrs. Dalloway’s London or the way the countryside looked to the characters in The Voyage Out as they were falling in love – it’s really hard to get that subjective sense across in an unmediated image). Any adaptation from novel to film is going to be a reduction of some sort, so the question is how to reduce the novel to its core elements, stripping out subplots and characters that don’t support that core. You’re always going to piss some people off when you do that, so you’ve got to be confident in your vision for what the FILM should be apart from the book. And that’s the real issue – you’ve got to not think “how can I capture everything about this book” so much as “how can I make this the best film possible”. Adaptations can fail by being too faithful to the book just as easily as by deviating from it too much – Kubrick’s The Shining may not be extremely faithful to the King novel, but it’s a damn good movie, while the recent Chronicles of Narnia films are almost stiflingly faithful, with no vision of their own or trust in their own existence apart from the books.

Video Games as Art

Here’s where I have to almost totally recant something I said; even as I was saying that Red Dead Redemption wasn’t art, I was internally crying out, what am I saying?! Here’s the thing. “Art” is a notoriously slippy term, and I tend to prefer to take a broad view of it. The question as phrased, though, led me toward answering it with a narrow view of art. I’m not really interested in getting into an art vs. non-art debate, because I don’t find the distinction to be very useful. The line is too blurry and depends on too many pre-conceptions that are hardly ever articulated, if they even can be articulated. I think you can experience video games as non-art by focusing solely on the mechanics of the gameplay and completing the missions, but you can also experience it as art by focusing on other things – in Red Dead Redemption I found myself getting lost in just riding around delighting in the landscapes and the random encounters I’d have, even if I wasn’t actively engaged in doing something toward game completion – in other words, I wasn’t experiencing it primarily as a GAME, at that point, but as something else, though there were still elements of gameplay that allowed me to experience it at all. This can be turned into an argument that video games are not art for the exact reason that they are only experienced as art at the point when they cease to be experienced as games – I disagree with that argument, but it is fairly compelling in some ways. Similarly, you can experience things that are generally considered art, like paintings or classic novels, as non-art by using them merely as a means to an end. So generally, my feelings about art, at this point in time anyway, is that art is better defined by the way that a work (game, film, novel, painting, music, etc.) is experienced rather than by anything inherent in the work itself. I do think that some works lend themselves better to certain types experiences than others, so that some things are more likely to be considered art by more people than others, but I would try to avoid categorically deciding that one thing is art and another is not.

Side note on the uncanny valley – Amber reminded me that the major source of the uncanny valley effect is the fact that human faces are asymmetrical, and capturing asymmetry believably with a computer algorithm is really difficult. Computer-generated faces tend to be perfectly symmetrical, which subconsciously alerts us that something isn’t right, and it creeps us out. I still think there’s also something with the eyes, though, too. I’ve yet to see computer-generated eyes that don’t look vacant.

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