Australia

This movie made me: Entertained and Affected

If nothing else, Baz Luhrmann’s Australia will make you reminiscent of the films of yesteryear. Old-fashioned epic-ness is everywhere in Australia. The film never reaches these heights, of course, but it’s nice to get swept away by its unabashed romanticism and scope.

The film is a fairy tale that takes place in a faraway land called Oz. Just as WWII breaks out, Lady Sarah Ashley (Nicole Kidman) finds herself transported from England to the outback when she inherits her husband’s sprawling ranch. It is not a match made in heaven; Sarah is so stiff and British she carries a riding crop with her most of the time. And the natives aren’t exactly welcoming – ranch hand Fletcher (David Wenham) is working with the major Australian power in cattle herding to force Sarah out of business, and the drover she hires to help her (Hugh Jackman) can’t stand the sight of her. But as they work together to save the ranch and its inhabitants and as the Japanese begin to invade, Sarah and the drover must fight to prove that love can conqueror all.

Like Luhrmann’s other films, Australia starts at a breakneck pace – but without the flashing lights. It’s an odd absence, but it works. The film is definitely epic – the sets, costumes and cinematography are not to be beat. But despite valiant efforts, Luhrmann cannot muster the same devastating resonance that made Moulin Rouge! so effective. The audience knows Sarah and the drover are meant for each other, so it’s almost as if the filmmakers figured there’s no point in creating truly compelling characters.

But thanks to strong performances, the film is deeply emotional. The Drover is an Australian Rhett Butler, and with his rugged adventurous personality and intense emotionality Jackman is more than qualified to fill Clark Gable’s shoes. Kidman moves from side-splittingly funny to desperately earnest with ease. She is never more compelling than in her scenes with newcomer Brandon Walters. As a mixed-blood Aborigine child, Walters gives the film its heart. With his wide, dark eyes and endless enthusiasm, it’s very difficult not to fall in love with him.

There’s an element of magic realism that sets it apart from other epics. Filled with musical references to “Over the Rainbow,” classical and Aboriginal music, the importance of music becomes an active part of the film – bringing this world to something other than reality. There’s no denying its pure entertainment. Australia is an experience unlike any other you’ll see this year.

Let the Right One In

This movie made me: Stunned

Vampire love in cinema is a bit of a hot topic right now… I don’t think I need to say why. But while a certain tween sensation invades movie theaters across the country, another take on the vampire genre is sneaking in. Swedish export Let the Right One In is both a chilling and complex variation of the classic vampire story and a heartbreaking melancholic study of doomed first love.

12-year-old Oskar (Kare Hedebrant) is a shy, bullied kid in a small snowy Swedish town. Unable to stand up to the bullies in school, Oskar takes a knife to trees outside his apartment at night. It is here he meets Eli (Lina Leandersson), who’s just moved into the apartment next door. She tells him she can’t be his friend, but Oskar cannot stay away. As their friendship blossoms bodies begin to pile up around the town – all of them drained of blood. Eli is clearly not what she seems, but she and Oskar continue to watch their friendship grow.

Perhaps the most shocking thing about Let the Right One In is how much of it is grounded in reality. For once, it’s actually plausible that the townspeople never guess there’s a vampire in their midst. Every bit of Eli’s story that stretches into mythic regions feels new. New questions are raised about vampires – their gender, the relationships they have with normal people. Young Leandersson is truly remarkable, showing more depth and subtleties in her film debut than many actors ever manage. She shows an astonishing understanding of Eli’s complexities – the extent of her relationship with Oskar, and whether it is one of benefit or of love.

Director Thomas Alfredson’s stark and unwavering style supports the film’s moments of horror and tenderness without changing anything. Alfredson doesn’t throw any tricks or gimmicks – everything is presented as straightforward and clearly as possible. He has the power to make an audience squirm or break their hearts on the turn of a dime. Each sequence rises to a new level of mastery of suspense and emotionality, culminating in a finale so shocking it’s bound to be left out of the inevitable American remake.

In the end, Let the Right One In is hardly just a vampire film. It’s a coming-of-age story, a story about first love, about the loneliness of a broken childhood and an examination of the positive and negatives of friendship. Emotionally devastating and chilling, Let the Right One In is a film that seeks to reinvent the vampire and actually succeeds in doing so.

Quantum of Solace

This movie made me: Moderately Excited

“Bond is running wild.” These four words, spoken midway through Quantum of Solace, perfectly describe the 22nd Bond adventure. Daniel Craig continues to reinvent Bond in new and thrilling ways, even if the film can’t keep up with him. Filled with frenetic action but not much else, Quantum of Solace is far from the greatest Bond adventure. But fans have suffered through much worse.

The action picks up only minutes after the conclusion of Casino Royale. In his effort to seek revenge against those responsible for the death of his love Vesper, Bond begins to uncover information about Quantum – a group so secret no one knows about it. His leads send him around the world and eventually into the presence of Dominic Greene (Matthieu Amalric), one of those sinister businessmen seeking to control the world. Bond soon crosses paths with Camille (Olga Kurylenko), a brazen beauty with her own revenge mission. It’s all very Licence to Kill, but leaner, meaner and without the Wayne Newton cameo.

Craig’s Bond has never been so determined, vicious and downright frightening – just as he should be. Anyone who still doubts him as Bond is in severe denial. But it suffers from the second-movie syndrome. At the film’s conclusion, there are more questions than answers – Quantum is just a name and a few faces. Instead we watch Bond tracking a Peter Lorre-esque middle man the entire time – the type of figure that would get killed off halfway through a typical Bond picture.

But it’s not that important, since what director Marc Forster (Finding Neverland, Stranger Than Fiction) clearly wants us to notice how cool the actions scenes are. And there are plenty of them: Bond gets chased in a car, in a boat, on foot, in a plane, etc. Sometimes, he even does the chasing! The first meeting between hero and villain at an outdoor may is the most artistically ambitious set piece in the series. And the (literally) explosive finale in a desert hotel showcases some of the coolest Bond sets in 40 years.

Instead of concocting a two-hour romance between Bond and Kurylenko’s Camille, the filmmakers pair them as something much more complex and rewarding – two desperate people after the same thing. They are able to relate to each other because of the tragedies they’ve faced – they are the ideal match for each other. When Bond and Camille, dirty and exhausted, walk in silence through the Bolivian desert, they are united in their loneliness.

In the years to come, Quantum of Solace will probably be come to known as the arty James Bond movie. Director Forster adds a lot of little moments into the film – fancy fonts, soundless montages, etc. – that are interesting, but only occasionally succeed. Bond is still on a mission that will presumably be continued in the next film. But as far as 106 minute long set-ups go, this ain’t too bad.

Repo! The Genetic Opera

This movie made me: Confused

In the past, the phrase “and it’s a musical!” has often been used to make hypothetically ridiculous movies sound even more absurd. Now, at long last, people can use that phrase with complete honesty. Repo! The Genetic Opera takes place in the not-too-distant future where an epidemic of organ failure led to the creation of an organ lending system. People sign a contract with the all-powerful GeneCo, and are granted a new lease on life. But if any loaners miss a payment, the Repo Man appears and takes the product back in the most gruesome way possible… and it’s a musical!

With a premise such as this, director Darren Lynn Bousman (of Saw fame) should be expected to deliver something on the level of The Rocky Horror Picture Show by forgoing all sense of reason in favor of something bombastically bizarre and entertaining. Unfortunately, his pedestrian approach to the material only forgoes reason, with little of the bizarreness that the film desperately needs. It’s weird, all right, but for most of the film the characters simply sit and sing about their feelings, or about how the world sucks – hardly the kind of material that will make an audience go along with it.

The film follows Shiloh (Alexa Vega), a teenage girl with a blood disease so dangerous that her father Nathan (Anthony Stewart Head) keeps her locked up in her room. This is all the better for him, since it means he can hide his true identity from her – he is the vicious and unforgiving Repo Man, who stalks the streets to reclaim organs from unpaying customers. After a horrible accident that left Shiloh’s mother dead, Nathan found himself in debt to GeneCo’s president, Rotti Largo (a warbling Paul Sorvino), who has his hands full with his own children: dangerously violent Luigi (Bill Moseley), unhinged face-stealer Pavi (Orge), and spoiled surgery and drug-addicted Amber Sweet (Paris Hilton, obviously a stretch for her). But as Shiloh’s desire to know the outside world grows stronger, Nathan’s guilt over his horrendous actions grows with Largo’s need to find the new head of the company keeping the world alive.

To say Repo! isn’t scary is pointless, given the nature of the film. This is straight-up Victorian melodrama, from the complicated bickering families all the way to the blood-soaked finale (set, appropriately, in an opera house). But there must be something said for the lack of suspense the film creates. Most of the film has characters sitting (or occasionally pacing) and singing about what’s troubling them. It’s only a few times where people actually do something. And even when the Repo Man goes out to do his dirty work, the images are surprisingly subdued. Given that the director rose to fame as the helmer of the Saw sequels, one should certainly expect the deaths to be more gruesome than they are. It’s not that the film isn’t violent, but its violence is simple, and the effect watered down by the rambling inner monologues that follow and precede it.

The film actually works only a few times, and it’s probably not a coincidence that classical crossover singer Sarah Brightman (in her film debut) is present in all of them. As Blind Mag, GeneCo’s spokeswoman and opera star, Brightman’s wide eyes, crystal clear voice and Elvira-ish appearance is perfectly suited to what the film should be. Not to mention she is one of the few cast members who can actually sing, though Head displays a fine rock voice as well. Her duet with Vega, “Chase the Morning”, is exactly what the film should have been; it shows Bousman at his most inventive and is one of the few times where we completely understand what’s going on.

Shot in the kind of fuzzy light usually reserved nowadays for flashbacks, it comes as no surprise that when the flashbacks actually show up in Repo!, they’re rendered in comic book-style. We read and see pictures of the characters’ pasts, which is surely a case of the “show, don’t tell” rule that filmmakers are told to avoid in school. But that sums up the entirety of Repo! in a way. It tries to break the rules and redefine what a musical and a horror film can be, but ends up being an unexciting and confusing exercise in monotony. Filled with bland songs blandly performed by the cast (with one or two exceptions) Repo! should only be recommended for the curious who seriously don’t expect anything, because they’ll get exactly that.