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Tuesday, 14 October 2014

NON-REVIEW: Why Gone Girl (2014) Isn't Any Good



A new David Fincher film is usually followed with quite a lot of interest, usually from critics who say everything but the word ‘auteur’ – now a bad word, though the meaning remains. Fincher’s habit of making one bad film and one half-decent one continues, though this time it would be a stretch to call Gone Girl half-decent.

Gone Girl is a twisty film that is hard to write about without getting into spoilers, so I’m not going to try avoiding them, so be warned. Nick Dunne (Ben Affleck) is unhappily married to Amy (Rosamund Pike). When she disappears, the police (including Kim Dickens) begin to suspect Nick for the crime. Nick and his sister Margo (Carrie Coon) try to clear his name.

There isn’t much point in reviewing Gone Girl at all. It seems to be the kind of film that will strike a chord with some people who are willing to ignore its flaws. If one does not like the film, it is probably down to their finding these same flaws insurmountable. Therefore, I am not going to review Gone Girl. I am simply going to address five simple thoughts about why the film doesn’t work.

1. The plot is not clever. In fact, it is really rather stupid. Amy Dunne’s master plan is so over-thought and hinges on so many variables that it is pointless even trying to imagine that something like this could ever possibly happen. The film loses all credibility fairly quickly, which would be forgivable if it was at least entertaining.

2. The film is not entertaining. One reason that Fincher has managed to gain the cachet of a modern-day ‘auteur’ (primarily, it seems, from critics who want posterity to show that they were on the right track all along – no critic wants to be dismissive of the filmmaker who turns out to be the next Hitchcock) is that he is very good at making stupidity look like intellect. His films usually have a cold and intellectual feel, but they are never particularly deep. This means that a dumb script will be made to look like something out of Beckett. Gone Girl is, hence, a dumb thriller that thinks it has something profound to say, and so mutes the drama and thriller aspects to allow the audience the necessary distance to think about the film’s real meaning. However, if the film has no particular meaning (see Point 4) then it leaves the film feeling both stupid and dull. The film’s tediousness brings us to the next point.

3. It is not an excuse to say that the film’s flaws in story and pacing are down to a difficult adaptation. Fincher is usually good at picking clever scripts, scripts that do the hard work for him. The successes of The Social Network are all down to Aaron Sorkin and the cast, Fincher’s contributions are overblown party sequences and that awful boat race scene. Gone Girl’s may have had problems because the book was apparently such an unwieldy source (I haven’t read it), but it is still a film and needs to work on its own. Gone Girl may be a good adaptation – it might give a good approximation of what it is like to read the book – but that does not make it good cinema.

4. The film’s subtext is not clever or original. The film, then, is not really a mystery-thriller after all, but really an examination of how long-term relationships might develop over the years, moving from the false play-acting of the early days to the growing resentment towards the ease with which one’s other half embraces a bored domesticity. The film’s ending is an exaggerated look at the kind of couple that only stays together for the kids, faking love and happiness in public and wanting to kill each other in private. Many dramas look at this kind of thing in a way that is truthful and moving, taking a long, hard and difficult look at what it is that makes relationships tick. Gone Girl takes two and a half hours to say that unloving relationships happen.

5. The film is not feminist. There is a moment in which Amy complains about the way that women have to alter their personalities to attract men, but also keep them. This may be true, but it is difficult to believe that it is extremely common or that it doesn’t cut both ways. Are there men out there who have to falsify their personalities in order to attract women? If there aren’t, then why not? The film is happy enough making the statement and moving on. Regardless of the validity of that, the film also suggests that, once free, the woman truly in touch with who she really is will lead a lonely, seemingly asexual existence next to a pool, eating a huge packet of crisps. Rosamund Pike, in a rather one-note performance, plays Amy as a stone-cold psychopath, a manipulating, vengeful villain without an ounce of remorse. Hardly a feminist icon. Meanwhile, the other woman that Nick has a sexual relationship, Andie (Emily Ratajkowski, most famous for that ‘empowering’ “Blurred Lines” music video) is a stereotype of the neurotic, clingy airhead girlfriend. According to Amy’s argument above, Andie would really be playing this part (based on what she thinks men like) and in reality would be a much more fully rounded and independent person. The film is not interested in this question.

Gone Girl is the kind of film, like Skyfall or The Dark Knight Rises, that you could only think is clever if you ignore the stupid. It is also a film that offers a facile examination of marriage, one that the film seems to think is actually challenging and risky and that requires the cover of a dopey thriller. Almodóvar or Verhoeven it ain’t, though it is, by definition, pretentious.




Friday, 8 March 2013

REVIEW: To The Wonder (2013)



One of the categories that might define ‘great art’ may well be that the work cannot be adapted into another medium without losing that which makes it great. For example, A Woman Under The Influence would lose the raw immediacy and tenderness of Cassavetes’ camera, Jeux Interdits would severely miss the remarkable expressiveness of the then five-year old Brigitte Fossey (oddly, I balk at calling these two ‘art’ since they both seem much more important than that), Radiohead’s “In Rainbows” would be less intangible, less unknowably beautiful. A second category follows - that they are almost impossible to accurately review.

To The Wonder ought to be ‘great art’ then. Though every shot is an award-winning photograph, it is not photography. It certainly isn’t philosophy as it is a lot less pointed than that – in other places, Terrence Malick has been described thoroughly unhelpfully as a ‘mystic.’ A novel or a poem would collapse under the strain of revealing the beauty of the natural world as imaginatively yet truthfully as film. To The Wonder makes such excellent use of classic music that it would be less powerful without it, however music alone would not suffice. To The Wonder is essential cinema precisely because it is essential that it be cinema. Similarly, it will lose a lot of its potency off the big screen.

To The Wonder is also nearly impossible to write about, though Nick Pinkerton makes a much better effort at it. To The Wonder defies interpretation since any single meaning that might be uncovered is reductive. Any description of an image and its meaning is only a pale comparison to watching the film itself. It is a difficult watch, but then a lot of ‘great art’ is not something that can be flicked on and passively understood. To The Wonder requires patience and a certain fluidity in the viewer, a willingness to engage with the film sincerely and without embarrassment. Something that would otherwise be mawkish or annoying (like in Malick’s previous, The Tree of Life, there is a lot of dancing) is, in Malick’s cinema, celebratory and free. To The Wonder will not be for everyone, but those who are open to it might find that they come out of the cinema a little different than when they went in. The plot can only be understood by implication just as the film can only be appreciated by thought, the drawing of links with one’s own life and an acknowledgment of its lyrical and visual beauty.

Neil (Ben Affleck) is in a relationship with Marina (Olga Kurylenko). When she returns to France, her home country, Neil gets into a relationship with childhood friend Jane (Rachel McAdams), but when Marina returns, he goes back to her. Meanwhile, Father Quintana (Javier Bardem) struggles with his inability to find God. To The Wonder is most obviously about searching for an understanding of something that is beyond human knowledge. Marina and Jane both try to capture an eternal happiness with a reticent Neil, who comes out of his shell only rarely. Ultimately, they are looking for love, while Father Quintana tries to find proof of God’s existence. This bare plot is then used, by Malick, to explore the world in a way rarely seen. At one point, it feels as if Malick has proved the existence of God by filming sunlight illuminating a garden fence – an entirely personal reading that, very probably, no one will agree with. The characters are ultimately either successful or not, their prize being acceptance. Father Quintana seems to find God or at least to become happy with the search. Marina’s mood varies – she might see a reason for being in an interaction with a flock of migrating birds yet she can still be in the depths of despair in a scenic field surrounded by horses. The return to Mont Saint-Michel, which Neil and Marina visit at the beginning of the film, suggests less a regression or a fondly held memory of better times, but a sign of hope and of constant renewal – Malick presents some beautiful footage of the oncoming tide that surrounds Mont Saint-Michel. The film finishes here, but it is not a conclusion.

To The Wonder is achingly beautiful, embarrassingly unironic and totally sincere. Terrence Malick is a brave filmmaker, because some many people find it too easy to laugh at his films and many more will merely turn away, bored out of their mind. To The Wonder might be his most divisive film, but it is also one of his best. For others, it might take a period of weeks or months before they have totally made their mind up about the film only, I suspect, for a second viewing to open up whole new avenues of thought. For me, since one’s response to Malick’s cinema can only be personal, To The Wonder is a film to cherish and one to watch many, many more times.