Friday, March 18, 2011

My Best Picture of 2010


A Biting Satire
                                             
For those of you who checked out my ten best picture nominees a while back, I’ve returned to declare a winner. It wasn’t an easy decision considering the field. After a thorough look back at the year I would actually have to say it was a pretty good one. A lot of you may disagree, and I can understand why. The high profile U.S. releases were far from stellar, resulting in a distinct shortage of memorable films and a bland and predictable Oscars. As is true with nearly every year, it was the foreign films which proved most interesting. Only this time around it wasn’t France, Italy, Sweden, or any of the other reliable movie making nations that delivered what I found to be the finest film of 2010.
This time around it was Greece. 
Giorgos Lanthimos’ Dogtooth is a deeply disturbing, darkly hilarious film which is slowly seeping into the cynical cinephile consciousness. Thanks to its Oscar nomination for best foreign language film and a convenient release to Netflix Instant View it has become quite a conversation piece for movie bloggers like myself. And with all the endless discussion, I’ve noticed that no one seems to agree on how to read this alternately complex and straight forward film. Dogtooth is a movie so rich with seditious subtext that it could easily be deciphered from a variety of angles. Many have already written scores of contradictory critiques on this film, with equal right to claim their take. In this author’s opinion, it doesn’t really matter. 
Dogtooth is a satire. A story form that is usually ripe for philosophical and sociological survey. But here we have an exception. These filmmakers don’t seem particularly interested in being prescriptive or specific when it comes to social commentary or soul searching. They seem decidedly more concerned with manufacturing an experience meant to imbue the viewer with a certain perspective; emulative of the ambiguous way we all see the world from day to day. Lanthimos’ expert direction guides the performers and crew into creating an experiential exercise; a more immersive cinematic experience, with the writers interjecting just enough allegorical content to give us all something to chew on.
Perhaps the most effective way Lanthimos (and his DP) go about creating this filmic interactivity is through the off-putting and oddly ambiguous placement of the camera. It seems as rare as uranium for a director these days to have an eye for using the camera as a story telling device. In this case, the effectiveness of the story is reliant on the ability of the viewer to relate directly to the characters, as well as their hermetic environment. For a film based on such an outrageous premise, there is a distinct verisimilitude. Dogtooth is a film so shrewdly shot that the zombie-like performances and otherwise unbelievable circumstances are visually translated into images that feel like they’re straight out of real life. The compositions are sometimes formal, sometimes passive, and from time to time downright hard to wrap your head around. Many of these shots feel like the wandering of the eye, and some of them even feel almost peripheral. All of this is done without flare. The camera set-ups are not accentuated by excessive movement or exaggerated design elements that speak to something outside of a living breathing world. Dogtooth is a thematically complex film, but in a way it’s actually quite understated.
It’s that simplicity that creates the contradictory motif which results in its deep subtextual richness. This film is set almost exclusively within a sprawling Grecian estate deep in the country. Only a few scenes take place outside the family’s home. But the small world in which the family dwells works to create a microcosm of society which conversely creates a scope of global scale.  
The entire visual design of the film contradicts its inherent cynicism. Save for a smattering of night scenes, the set is almost always soaked in sunlight. The atrocities committed are shown in the cold light of day as if to say that they are as common as washing the car or taking a swim. Everything is exposed, from the raw and cringe-inducing violence to the casually revealed private parts of each of the principle characters. Although almost everything that happens in this film is a perversion of commonly accepted human behavior; nobody lurks in the shadows. Nothing is hidden. And no one acts as if any of it is strange. To me, it is very reminiscent of the world we live in. Horrible things happen every day and we all accept them as normal because we’re told they’re normal. Reality is manipulated for us in much the same way that it is for the children of Dogtooth. Basically all of our understanding of the ways of the world is filtered through the fine mesh of the popular media.
The eldest daughter’s unauthorized viewing of a pair of videotapes (Jaws, Rocky IV) results in one of the funniest and most poignant sequences I’ve seen in ages. It’s this occurrence that causes the cracks that will eventually put a leak in that Plato’s cave. After watching the films, the girl immediately begins acting out scenes from each. She even acts out some of the iconic dance moves from Flashdance, though I’m almost certain that she has never seen that film. I like to think that the effect the video tapes has on the girl is a nod to the transcendent, Godardian sense of the revolutionary potential of cinema. (Cinema is truth, even if it is only Spielberg and Stallone.) More than that, however, is that her viewing of the films seems to create an imaginative spirit in her which resides outside of the mangled, misinformed mentality carefully constructed by her loathsome parents. As far as we know, her experience with any media prior to these movies consisted only of wildly mistranslated Sinatra listening parties and home movies. Once she is exposed to something outside of that controlled environment, her human nature starts to emerge.  This is just one of the many allegorical aspects of Dogtooth which only scratches the surface of what this film is about.
Dogtooth is about many things: parenting, despotism, the malicious manipulation of the media, the deconstruction of language and the resultant disconnection which results, etc. But the bottom line is that Dogtooth is most effective because is submerges us into a revelatory model of the world and forces us into a subjective point-of-view. This creates an infinitely nuanced subtext, limited only by the amount of viewers. Everyone who watches this film will read it as they see it.     

Thursday, March 3, 2011

My Best Pictures of 2010

In the wake of this week’s utterly unsurprising Oscars, I thought it might be interesting to post my ten best pictures of the year, to be followed next week with a critical piece on the one I consider to be the “winner”. 
So, here are the nominees…in no particular order.



Winter’s Bone (Debra Granik)
 This thriller set in the bowels of rural Missouri has been lauded time and again for its skillful sense of setting and its perfect tonality. But what I find most impressive is its understated take on the detective genre. Ree Dolly (Jennifer Lawrence) is like a redneck Philip Marlowe, getting to the bottom of things by getting in over her head. The difference here is the very real sense of responsibility which drives her investigation and pays off with a stark and emotionally chilling climax.



Another Year (Mike Leigh)
Another brilliant character study from this veteran auteur. Mike Leigh deftly draws a dividing line between those who are in tune with life, and those who aren’t and forces them to cohabitate. Perfectly performed and subtly crafted, Another Year is the work of a true master on top of his game.



Scott Pilgrim vs. The World (Edgar Wright)
The most fun I had at the movies all year, SPVTW is quick witted, kinetic, and surprisingly mature for a youth romance/comic book action extravaganza. Wright offers us a visual feast with a self-reflexive flare that provides all of the elements of pleasure prevalent in pop cinema while simultaneously subverting them. That clever contradiction must have befuddled the marketing department at Universal because they completely dropped the ball. Nobody saw this thing in theaters. It’s a shame too. In a perfect world, Scott Pilgrim would’ve been the hit of the summer.  



Blue Valentine (Derek Cianfrance)
Blue Valentine is an obvious labor of love. It’s a film so intricately crafted, with performances realized to such authenticity that you feel more like you’ve experienced it than watched it. This is about as raw and unapologetic as a movie can get.



Dogtooth (Giorgos Lanthimos)
Nominated for Best Foreign Language Film at the Academy Awards, Kynodontas (as it’s called in its native Greece) is twisted, perverse, jarringly violent, and hilarious in the darkest possible way.  This one is not for the faint of heart. It is truly shocking, both in its uncompromising content and its deeply subversive subtext.  It also has one of the most amazing dance numbers ever put to film. Available on Netflix Instant.



Animal Kingdom (David Michod)
This crime thriller out of Australia is one of the most tense and well acted movies I’ve seen in years. There’s no showy, “Oscar worthy” acting in this one. The subtle performances and pitch perfect pacing create a tense, authentic atmosphere that kept me nervous throughout.  


  
The Social Network (David Fincher)
Of the ten films nominated for best picture at this year’s Oscars, this one would have been my winner. It’s smart as hell and expertly crafted in every way.  Fincher has proven once again that he is a master of visual story craft and Sorkin has shown that he is more than just a great TV writer. His feature writing simply required the right director. 



True Grit (Joel and Ethan Coen)
I’ve written enough on this one already. If you haven’t read my previous entry on True Grit, scroll down and you'll see it.



Mother (Joon Ho-Bong)
This Korean import could have been a run-of-the-mill detective thriller but the odd, endearing performances and dark and twisting screenplay make this one of my favorites of the last year. 



Valhalla Rising (Nicolas Winding Refn)
This one wins the pure cinema award for 2010. It’s ballsy, spare, and pleasing to the eye. Valhalla Rising reminds us that a movie doesn’t have to be a complex intellectual affair. Sometimes a lot can be said by saying nothing at all.
So, there they are. Tune in next week to see which one gets the write-up.