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I never thought I would say this but the latest serial killer film is actually the best choice you could make at the movie theater this month. By now you've probably heard about the latest from Mary Harron (I Shot Andy Warhol). It's a suprisingly smart adaptation of the legendarily hated Bret Easton Ellis novel "American Psycho". Now, I haven't read the book so I shouldn't comment but I will because I want to talk about the film. Again -this is not from personal experience- but the general consensus is that Ellis' satire on 80's greed and emptiness was bogged down by his own shallowness. He may have been on to something but the book was overwhelmed by sickening misogyny and pornographic violence -which may have part of the point but proved too disgusting for many readers to endure. This would have included me as I am not the sort of person who enjoys carnage in art or life. I do however enjoy those rare films that have actual ideas and purpose... So, if the general consensus about the book is true than what we have here is a film that actually elevates its source material. Harron has worked some ambiguous magic and the film goes deep in its investigation of the shallows of human nature. The opening ritualistic sequence is perfectly handled by an icy removed Christian Bale setting the tone of his movie monster and the film. The thing I found most surprising about it was how wide its grasp is. We are not just looking at one character who symbolizes dehumanization or greed. This is an ambitious portrait of a time period, a biting treatise on the materialism, and a horror film about misogyny. No one here gets out alive. Everyone is corrupt and ugly on some level and usually motivated by greed. Sure, that's a depressing notion but it's deftly handled and well played. Harron gets all these ideas in there and the film still does not feel strictly like an art film experiment or academic lecture. It works intellectually and still remains gripping as a horror film. Considering its subject matter, the film is mercifully low on actual onscreen violence, but the sense of menace is pervasive. Even dialogue sequences hold a sickening dread. A particularly chilling moment late in the film happens between Bateman and a landlady. If you're in tune with the film that scene is just as frightening on a spiritual level as any of the violence is on a visceral one. Obviously, it's not a film for everyone. If you can stomach it, it's a smart indictment of shallow greed and the horror of spiritual emptiness. As a result it's unfortunately a lot more relevant now than its 80s satire first implies.
Speaking of shallow....
Still,
even the lowest of denominators would probably not have been pleased with
Mission to Mars, one of the single stupidest things ever seen onscreen.
We're in the year 2020 and men have now evolved enough that instead of
not talking about their emotions they now discuss them in excruciatingly
boring and trite detail. Women, however, haven't evolved at all since
they're still basically just cooking for the men and throwing parties
to send them off on their adventures. All the men in the movie are heroic
and noble and deliver very bad dialogue very badly. Director Brian DePalma
even manages to get a bad performance out of the usually great Don Cheadle.
George Lucas watch out! There's another big director on your tail with
zippo talent with actors. Men getting in touch with their emotions is also at the core of Frequency which I saw at a sneak preview. Frequency is a time travel yarn so it is naturally a bit dorky but for a while it so unashamedly works in the small male tearjerker genre that I was admiring it. Not that I didn't find it hokey. We're talking baseball, sports, ham radios, the love of a good woman, teaching your son to ride a bike. Indeed, every Americana "male interest" cliche gets trotted out for viewer consumption. The film quickly derails, despite the efforts of a restrained Jim Caviesel (last seen as the spiritual center of The Thin Red Line), into a lackluster serial killer/time travel epic. By the time the film ends I was laughing at the bravura hokiness of it all. I kid you not when I say that this film ends on a grandfather/ father/ son baseball game with a soaring sensitive guy power ballad in the background. Bring on the cheese! As far as insights into male psyches go your best bet would have to be High Fidelity with John Cusack. I went into this not expecting much and left surprised at the many laughs and great scenes. It doesn't go much deeper than the easy target of man's fear of commitment but it least it does so in a new entertaining way. And unlike the other films discussed here it also offers a few vibrant female characters to think about. Listen, people are from Mars and Venus. -Nathaniel |
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