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Friday, December 29, 2017

Hostiles Review (2017)





Grade: C-

In their new Western “Hostiles,” Director Scott Cooper and co writer Donald E. Stewart effectively deromanticize the American West and depict it as a place of casual violence and conquest. During the opening scene, set on a calm prairie out in the frontier, an unsuspecting homestead is attacked by a band of quietly terrifying Commanches. Children, including an infant are massacred with little fuss. Somehow, the movie only gets bleaker from there. It’s overflowing with violence, death and suffering.

Through this extreme gloominess, “Hostiles” is primarily two things: an exploration of the numbing, tormenting effect violence and suffering can have on individuals over an extended period of time, as well as a somber, revisionist look at the shameful legacy of white conquest in the old west. While occasionally compelling, the film ultimately comes up short on both fronts. Cooper’s narrative approach is disappointingly narrow-minded.

Our protagonist is Joseph Blocker, (Christian Bale) a US army Captain who is broken down and full of hatred. Years of battle and death have made him spiteful towards Native Americans. But that spite also masks an aching feeling of guilt. This is perhaps the most pained, intense performance Bale has delivered in his entire career. There’s no light or charisma in his demeanor. The first time we see Blocker, in close up as he watches a trio of Apaches being rounded up, he’s stiff and emotionless, dead inside.




Blocker is ready for retirement and maybe a hot bath. But his work isn’t done yet. He’s ordered to escort an elderly Cheyenne chief named Yellow Hawk (the great Wes Studi in another terrific, understated turn) and his family back to their land in Montana. Blocker reluctantly agrees and they set off, accompanied by a small cavalry unit. Along the way they encounter Rosalie Quaid (Rosamund Pike) an emotionally fraught woman who lost her family in the film’s opening attack, and face off against a diverse lot of antagonists (Indians, fur trappers, land owners etc.).

Throughout the course of the journey, Blocker will take a good hard look at his deep seeded hatred and guilt and perhaps even have a change of heart about his Native acquaintances. By the middle of the second act, “Hostiles” is dripping with white guilt, which is good. We have plenty to feel guilty about regarding our despicable treatment of Native Americans (and other minorities) in the old west and Cooper makes that very clear. In one scene, one of Blockers men essentially apologizes to Yellow Hawk for the treatment of his people. But this is also the main problem with “Hostiles:” despite its good intentions the picture ultimately prioritizes white guilt and white suffering at the expense of its Native characters.

This isn’t to say the film’s depiction of Native Americans is entirely offensive. In fact Studi portrays Yellow Hawk as stoic and enlightened. He’s generous even when his white counterparts don’t return the favor and constantly preaches unity when the group is in a tense survival situation. He’s a much better, more put together person than any of the white people. As a character, however, we don’t get to know Yellow Hawk on an intimate, human level (unlike Blocker or Quaid). How has he (and his family) been personally affected by violence and tragedy? Yellow Hawk is a resilient but two-dimensional figure rather then a well-rounded character. His own conflicts, past and personality are never fleshed out. There’s always a distance between him and us that makes him feel more like a symbol than a real person. Meanwhile, Yellow Hawk’s daughter and son in law are given only a few lines of dialogue and are paper-thin. In the end, the Indian characters are there primarily for Blocker’s redemption.




In “Hostiles,” white guilt and disillusionment are placed front and center while Native American tragedy and perspective is pushed to the side. Things get especially frustrating when the film directly attempts equate white struggle with Indian struggle. Somehow, Blocker losing friends during battle (with Indians, mind you) is on par with the systemic genocide and conquest of Native Americans.

With the exception of a few tensely edited action sequences, “Hostiles” suffers from a painfully sluggish stop and start narrative. I don’t mind slow burn storytelling as long as it pays off but the film builds to such an underwhelming and patronizing end point that the meticulousness isn’t earned. Overall, Cooper’s film is well intentioned but one sided. Native American perspective is minimized in favor of yet another tale of white redemption.



Tuesday, December 22, 2015

The Big Short Review (2015)



Adam McKay’s “The Big Short” tackles a weighty subject through a peculiar blend of comedy and drama—a blend that’s mostly successful. Based on the nonfiction book of the same name by Michael Lewis the film follows several people in the world of high finance who essentially predicted the credit and housing bubble collapse--that caused the 2008 financial crisis—and profited from it. 

Now that doesn’t sound like a laughing matter, does it? Which is why McKay’s (who wrote the screenplay with Charles Randolph) semi comedic approach seems odd at first. However McKay doesn’t trivialize the situation nor does he glorify the people involved. Instead the humor is used to emphasize the sheer ridiculousness and chaos of the situation, the utter stupidity and greed of those involved in this massive financial collapse (in a lot of ways the picture’s black comedic vibes are similar to Martin Scorsese’s “The Wolf of Wall Street”). When we laugh, it’s usually out of discomfort or disbelief.

The picture also takes many opportunities to poke fun at its main characters--an eclectic band of smart socially awkward weirdo’s, to say the least. Leading the bunch is hedge fund manager Michael Burry, (Christian Bale using his chameleon like acting abilities to disappear into his role once again) the first one to catch on to this unfortunate trend in housing. As the movie goes on Bale’s presence decreases. He spends the majority of his scenes barricaded in his office like a hermit, listening to heavy metal music on full blast or banging on his own set of drums. Then there’s eccentric money manager Mark Baum (Steve Carell) who appears to have come equipped with a permanent BS detector—not afraid to speak his mind or call other people’s stupidity out during meetings. Also along for the ride is Jared Vennett, (Ryan Gosling, arrogant and with a tan) Vinnie Daniel, (Jeremy Strong) who works with Baum, Charlie Geller, (John Magaro) Jamie Shipley (Finn Wittrock) and Ben Rickert (Brad Pitt, in an effective low key role) among others. While it could be argued that Baum emerges as the main character, “The Big Short” is very much an ensemble film. Each actor carries their respective weight, forming a cohesive unit, and when they cross paths they have an effortless tragi-comedic chemistry.

In terms of style, the picture switches back and forth between realistic hand held cinema Verite style scenes and hectic absurdist asides; sudden flashbacks and flash-forwards, characters breaking the fourth wall, slick montages and cutaways (“Wolf Of Wall Street” actress Margot Robbie in a bathtub explaining what sub prime mortgages are, for example) that contribute to the film’s comedic demeanor. These stylistic and structural flourishes keep the film zipping along at a steady pace and show awareness (on the filmmakers part) of the complexity of the material in relation to a general audience member. “The Big Short” presents a lot of information to the viewer, dry technical terms and concepts pertaining to finance and the housing market (terms that aren’t going to make sense to a novice like myself) in engaging and often humorous ways. At times, the movie plays like an entertaining housing market tutorial video. 


Yet at its core “The Big Short” is very serious, terrifying even and Mckay knows that. During the last third everything slows down and there are no comedic asides. The film sheds its black comedic tone and simply turns black.  The air has been sucked out the room. Our weirdo’s, who up until this point have practically been celebrating their success and insider knowledge, suddenly aren’t so excited anymore; they can’t quite comprehend what’s happened. “The Big Short” is about a group of people who bet against the U.S economy…and win. Could you imagine being in that situation? Could you imagine being one of the few who knew the economy would fall as hard as it did? As much as one may laugh during “The Big Short” you ultimately walk out feeling icky. McKay’s picture may not always work—it loses focus at times and there are a few comedic montages that could be cut out—but it’s an absorbing film nonetheless.

B+