Wednesday, January 17, 2024

Next Goal Wins (2023)

 

Next Goal Wins (2023)

Director: Taika Waititi

Stars: Michael Fassbender, Oscar Kightley, Kaimana

Short Review, no spoilers

A typically funny and endearing film from Taika Waititi, the New Zealand director ventures in to the tricky realm of sports film and wins. In expanding his interest for elevating the little man from Hunt for the Wilderpeople and Jojo Rabbit, he demonstrates that he’s very well placed to honourably portray a redemptive story about what were once described as the world’s worst football team, the American Samoan national side. The performances all round are delightful and a dedicated Michael Fassbender strikes a perfect balance between comedy and pathos as the previously successful but troubled coach sent to turn things around. Although a standard David and Goliath story where the Goliath is the team’s aim to score their first goal of all time as well as other things, it’s also a non-elitist diversion that playfully contrasts the easy-going ethos of a tiny country in the middle of the Pacific Ocean with the high stress, high-aiming ambitions of the white western world.

Full Review (spoilers)

Taika Waititi’s brand of goofy humour may not be to the tastes of all but the open-minded will be rewarded if they allow themselves to enjoy the director’s attention to daft but irreverent and affectionate detail. Waititi himself opens proceedings as the character of a priest and representative of the island’s deep-seated faith, but goes on to allow the rest of the colourful ensemble cast to build a picture of a small, characterful nation. Wiry, highly strung Thomas Wrongen (Fassbender) arrives from the US after a humiliating meeting with national football top dogs to a warm greeting from the American Samoan team president, Tavita, who also serves as a restaurateur and cameraman for the local news program. This dopy, cosily benign overseer introduces him to a team of varying shapes, sizes and talent, including one of their top players who also happens to be transgender, the beautiful but unfocused Jaiyah, and an endearing but hopelessly gentle current coach with the woefully inadequate name Ace. As the project progresses, Wrongen discovers that all of the individuals involved in representing their nation need to have other jobs, revealing a view of the bottom end of a football spectrum increasingly driven by lop-sided millions.

The training montage is hilarious and opens Fassbender’s remarkably authentic turn as a stressed-out football coach. Sports movie cliches are sent up in references to Any Given Sunday but overall there is surprisingly fresh and entertaining new life brought to the genre without resorting relentlessly to knowing nods. Kaimana as Jaiyah is charismatic and the inevitable obstacles faced by her character are handled sensitively without topical contrivance, and there is tear-jerking pathos in an unexpected revelation from Wrongen when forced to admit his own tragic hang-up.

Gratefully there is no use of the word togetherness but instead a much improved and stirring pre-match war dance that demonstrates the sentiment rather than describes it. Here the standard climactic contest that proves improvement is a qualifier against rivals Tonga, a finale that maintains the ongoing humour with a well-constructed dramatic tension, and even finds an inventively oddball way to convey success – for instance, look to the background and you will see a relaxed man waiting for treatment for a knife injury as we discover the team’s fortunes. Don’t worry, it’s all good – he raises a bottle of beer to the team triumph.

Next Goal Wins isn’t a life-changer but it’s a lot of fun and a significant entry in to the sports movie genre. It also offers the opportunity for some pleasingly light relief from Fassbender that betrays a talent for comedy, much as it did for Scarlett Johanssen in Jojo Rabbit.

Saturday, December 23, 2023

Best Christmas Films? No light without darkness

 


Best Christmas Films? No light without darkness

The majority of Christmas films are gaudy, commercial and overly sentimental. They purport to tell us what true happiness is, but how can this be known without knowing the absence of it? The best seasonal films acknowledge some of the pain of real life as well as universal aspirations for joy, and go against the grain in terms of traditional and specific notions of family and harmony. Instead, they embrace the potential for comfort in what we actually have, however small and imperfect that may be.

Conversely, the best Christmas films either deal with a darker interpretation of the season or are at least tinged with something less simplistically joyful to the sentimentalised ideal. Please see below:

1.                   A Christmas Story (1983)

This was a revelation to me when I recorded it from television many years ago based on nothing more than a 4-star rating in the Radio Times, but this film is so beloved in America that there is a channel showing it 24 hours a day around Christmas. I limit my viewing of it far more with the aim of preserving the sanctity of a very precious thing, but I cannot praise it highly enough as the ultimate Christmas film. A seemingly simple and under-assuming story of a boy who wants a BB gun for Christmas in the 1940s, it tracks the everyday travails of lower middle class family life with exquisite charm and humour throughout. Based on radio DJ Jean Shepherd’s musings and life stories, further reading on his philosophy that consumerism merely taps in to desires that are already there rather than imposing drives and wants in to innocent beings can be found here: https://lareviewofbooks.org/article/betrayal-jean-shepherd-and-a-christmas-story/

2.                   Black Christmas (1974)

Inexplicably, the best family Christmas film and the scariest horror film were directed by the same man and both are set in what should be the most merry of seasons. Bob Clark is a director that deserves more attention - see https://www.popmatters.com/bob-clark-films-2646125288.html for suggestions of a surprisingly influential filmmaker. Black Christmas is considered by those in the know to be the true benchmark American slasher film, coming four years before Halloween and providing such inspiration to John Carpenter that Clark apparently advised him. It may seem ridiculous to try and find auteuristic similarities between this and A Christmas Story however, both are shot in a low-key Clarksian style with relatable characters and the same warm, grainy aesthetic that creates nostalgia in A Christmas Story but that becomes perversely warped in Black Christmas. In the latter, a serial killer is picking off sorority girls one by one at Christmas in the creepiest way imaginable, making the most hideously weirdo prank calls in between murders. And aside from its seasonal context, it’s a classy horror with interesting, sometimes tough female characters including Margot Kidder and Olivia Hussey, an old movie that set a tone before the cliché became one of busty screamers and contrived slaughterhouse plots.

3.                   It’s a Wonderful Life (1946)

Frank Capra’s rightful classic exudes small town, anti-capitalist values with endearing, old school charm and is propelled by performances led by expert everyman James Stewart. It’s the opposite of A Christmas Carol in that an exceptionally good man rather than a bad one has to be taken in hand by supernatural forces to save himself and a community. For a film hailed as the ultimate Christmas movie it’s incredibly dark, dealing with various issues that are potentially life-sinking in reality, and in fact the whole story is built around a prospective suicide. It’s crushingly heart-breaking pretty much from the get go – at the corner of every happy moment is a tragedy to the point you could cry throughout the whole damned thing. But trust me, if you are willing to take the rough with the smooth, it’s worth it. Hot dog!

Spoiler alert - it drifts slightly at the end and is disappointing when George sees Mary as – yarg! an unmarried woman wearing glasses and working in a library!? - as the terrible outcome if George had never lived. Gratefully though, it’s a minor blip that we can overlook in an otherwise truly wonderful film.

4.    Scrooged (1988)

The 1980s TV exec context is cleverly utilised for a re-examination of the morals of A Christmas Carol, whereby a man with wealth and power achieved by cold-blooded heartlessness is forced to confront himself and the impact of his actions on others.

Although Scrooged seems to have divided critics since it’s release – and Bill Murray himself has derided it – there are those who feel it has become a Christmas classic, and I’m unashamedly one of them. Marking a sensational comeback after a four-year hiatus following Ghostbusters, it’s right up there with Groundhog Day as an excellent showcase for the Murray brand of sarcastic wit that he balances impressively well with the more sentimental side of things. Highlights are an endearing love story and nice chemistry with Karen Allen as the girlfriend, a host of cameos including Robert Mitchum and David Johansen of New York Dolls, the tear-jerking fate of a homeless man, and a ball busting fairy who makes sure Frank feels some of the pain he causes others. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, Yule love it!

5.    Carol (2015)

Meticulous in period detail while also a very grown-up Christmas film for the modern age, this is also my second favourite film directed by Todd Haynes behind Safe. A key auteur from the 1990s American indie era, Haynes’ characteristic subtlety and empathy reaches its peak in this Patricia Highsmith adaptation of a love affair between a young shop girl and a wealthy older woman in the 1940s. Beautiful cinematography with performances that are affecting in their delicate, restrained power assist a story loaded with heartbreak and poignancy. And in a film so decorated with the trappings of the Christmas period, it is profoundly meaningful that the big day itself passes without acknowledgement, appropriately denying the hypocrisy of a celebration built around being with the ones you love when our heroines are denied it themselves.

6.            Tangerine (2015)

Pretty much the ultimate anti-Christmas film in that, although it takes place on Christmas Eve, aesthetically and thematically it goes against everything apparently held dear in terms of the traditional wintry, family-affirming ideal. Here instead we have the non-travails of two transgender prostitutes trawling the Strip in sun-baked LA as recorded via smartphone by excellent American indie filmmaker, Sean Baker. Swear-ridden and frankly depicting street-bought sex, it is refreshing in its address to the experiences of those not normally featured in holiday fare, but also in its humour and a finale in which not everything is tied up in a happy bow. The warm feelings do come for anyone who understands outsider-ness, and from an ending where the two leads share a quietly powerful moment in which true friendship - defiant in the face of poverty, social status and heterosexual-based family orientation – wins out.

 

 

7.            Gremlins

This is the unusual story of a Christmas present delivered to an adult child, and one in which seasonal merriment is all but destroyed by the deviousness of some small but extremely destructive creatures. Set in a Bedford Falls-esque scenario, a young, small-town man receives from his failing inventor father a Mogwai, a cute critter sold to him by the young grandson of a Chinese man, and all is adorable until the rules that must be followed when caring for the strange animal are broken - then all hell breaks loose. A stand-out scene is Billy’s mother defending her kitchen and home with the bravery and ruthlessness of any domestic warrior queen. Massively Christmassy but with some very dark twists on the season as well as on the small town, family-oriented backdrop in typical Joe Dante-fashion, it’s now an iconic ‘80s classic and cult Christmas favourite.

8.            The Snowman

Another 80s childhood favourite in a far more wistful sense, this one brings with it an ocean of tears like the one James and his wonderful snowman friend fly over in the iconic scene. Delightfully sketchy in its hand-drawn animation aesthetics and cosily ordinary in its quintessential Englishness - even a woolly jumper-clad David Bowie in the haunting introduction – The Snowman has come to perfectly represent the poignancy of disappointment as it comes so hard on the heels of fleetingly transcendent joy.

9.            Die Hard (1988)

“Yippee ki-yay mother****er!” This one’s for grown-ups only - the dark side of Die Hard is that it is a classic 80s trigger happy and tongue-in-cheek action movie in its approach to rampant violence, but it’s also some of the most fun you can have watching a Christmas film. Bruce Willis as John McClane is an unashamed throwback to all all-American tough guy movie heroes who get shit done against all the odds, taking on villainous Europeans, a building under construction, as well as dumbass police chiefs and stoopid, suit-wearing FBI agents. Just as quotable and iconic is the excellent Alan Rickman as Hans Gruber, the German nemesis looking to rob a whole load of bearer bonds by staging what he had hoped would be a quietly elaborate siege on an office block until New York cop McClane singlehandedly makes himself a serious fly in the ointment. It’s actually really smart stuff, directed with visual style by John McTiernan and featuring assured, compelling performances by all. And it gave birth to the best Christmas jumper ever.

10.          Edward Scissorhands

If there are both horrors and pleasures to be found in either city living or suburban dwelling at Christmas or otherwise, the worst of small-town existence is brought to the fore in this now classic modern fairy tale from Tim Burton at his very best. Here the small-town community is ultimately dastardly, intolerant of otherness when it no longer suits its own purposes and presented in ghastly hues of pastel horror in contrast to the gentle Goth boy Edward, who is ushered in to town by twinkly, well-meaning Dianne Wiest. Brought in to being by inventor Vincent Price as a vulnerable, caring and creative humanoid with ‘hands’ that suggest the complete opposite – elaborate and savagely sharp giant scissors – Edward’s accidental weapons are first used to the delight of the townsfolk he arrives in the realm of before hysterical small-mindedness turns the former welcomers in to a witch-hunting mob. Johnny Depp is perhaps underrated for conveying so subtly well a sense of Edward’s capacity for love, sorrow and burgeoning humanity underneath the make-up and Robert Smith hair, before he’s so emphatically rejected by the comparatively weird community at the bottom of the hill his gothic mansion home sits atop. There is also wry humour peppered throughout, but a haunting and mournfully beautiful Danny Elfman score, along with visions of snowy heartache make for an exquisitely bittersweet Christmas classic.

11.          Home Alone

The respective heroes of Home Alone and A Christmas Story are strangely similar in that both are cute blonde little boys whose wants and desires are frustrated by adults, and both imagine themselves far more capable in life than any of said adults give them credit for. The crucial difference is that trying and failing is an inevitable and relentless part of life in A Christmas Story, whereas in Home Alone, Kevin gives us an emphatic demonstration of how, with enough tenacity and optimism, he can successfully triumph over those who would doubt or even destroy him.

Like many of my generation, I can’t help but have fondness for the film – it has a masterful soundtrack that is now iconic and inextricably linked with the season; visually, it exudes Christmas in spades with the warm glow of lights and cosy interiors contrasting with Christmas card snow scenes that invite serious sledding and decent-sized snowmen. And there is also some humorously authentic family discontent. However, as much as we celebrate the courage and ingenuity of little Kevin fending off the dastardly burglars in the final showdown, I always felt there was something a bit deranged about the super-violence he visits upon them. Inspired by the article on Jean Shepherd mentioned above and also this one on Home Alone - https://www.vice.com/en/article/8gkbjg/americas-favorite-child-soldier-home-alone-25-years-later  - it occurred to me that Ralphie’s fantasy in A Christmas Story of what he could achieve if he had a toy gun versus Kevin’s reality of the power he wields when literally armed in Home Alone is like comparing a form of liberal nihilism with the post-Reaganistic optimism referenced in the Vice article. The latter also makes interesting points about the dubious underlying class/racial issues detectable in John Hughes’ films generally, here identified as depicting Harry and Marv - respectively Italian-American and Jew - as grubby and despicable in contrast to the bickering but otherwise clean and New Money-rich McAllister family. Ultimately for me, Home Alone is a guilty pleasure, but give me the school of futility (in which one’s most fervent desires are rarely realised as one would want) in A Christmas Story over the playpen of triumph in Home Alone any day.

12.          Batman Returns

Tim Burton again and, like Die Hard, not so much a Christmas film as one that happens to be set at Christmas, Batman Returns utilises many holiday hallmarks in delightfully twisted ways. Snowy and present-filled, the context of Burton’s excellent Batman sequel only supports the loneliness, discontent and family fuck-ups of the Christmas experience suffered by many/some (delete as you see fit): the Penguin emerges to avenge his parental abandonment and Catwoman spits angrily in the eye of cosily celebratory hypocrisy in a movie where a huge bow-adorned gift offers violent carnage and a light switch-on results in crowd-viewed beauty queen assassination. It sounds disturbing but it really is a lot of fun – Burton before he and the world became so oppressively family friendly.

13.          Holiday Affair (1949)

Just as director Todd Haynes showed his appreciation for classic Hollywood melodrama in his tribute to Douglas Sirk’s All That Heaven Allows with Far From Heaven, it seems likely that he was familiar with Holiday Affair when making Carol. Carol is effectively the gay Holiday Affair – in both, a romance begins in the toy section of a department store at Christmas where the beautiful mother of a young child comes in to buy a train set from the salesperson who will trouble her prospective future with a more conventional, dependable lover. In Holiday Affair, the latter is a lawyer offering financial stability to war widow and single mother Connie (Janet Leigh), and is set up against the wry and naturally perceptive charm of rival Robert Mitchum as Steve Davis, a free-wheeling and charming bum with dreams of boat building in a role aimed at tempering real-life Mitchum’s marijuana-bust controversy by appearing in family-friendly fare. A Christmas romance with various twists and turns, it’s classy stuff thanks to the performances and chemistry between the leads, (spoiler alert) and a conversation between Connie and Steve about the train set he buys for her son again calls to mind Carol and its happy ending:

Connie:  But he shouldn’t feel that he’ll always get everything he wants.

Steve:  Well not always, no. But every now and then so that he’ll know that these things can happen.

14.          Remember the Night (1940)

Classic Hollywood doing it interestingly again in a Preston Sturges scripted film starring Barbara Stanwyck. She’s typically gutsy and problematic as a thief who ends up spending Christmas with the guy who will be prosecuting her once the holidays are over. Difference is that the film deals with her more empathetically than in her typical roles as femme fatale, and she shows she can deliver vulnerability as well as playing the diva, maybe even better. Nice chemistry between her and Fred MacMurray in the first of their pairings that would be repeated in the classic noir Double Indemnity, as he plays a guy from the same part of the country as her but with a loving upbringing unlike her own youth with a cold, judgemental mother. For once the period of inactivity between Christmas and New Year when usually nothing useful gets done performs the perfect function of bringing these two opposites together in heart-wrenchingly romantic fashion.

15.          Meet Me in St Louis

The most sentimental Christmas moment that has me properly booing is the scene in this film where Judy Garland sings ‘Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas’, but again perhaps because of the melancholy behind her sad reassurances to a little sister crying at the thought of moving away from their beloved city. It’s a film that actually moves through all four of the seasons, but the winter scenes are at Christmas and form the crucial turning point in the fates of the Smith family in this vivid classic musical from Vincente Minelli.

 

 


Friday, December 1, 2023

Killers of the Flower Moon (2023)

 


Killers of the Flower Moon (2023)

Director: Martin Scorsese

Stars: Leonardo Dicaprio, Lily Gladstone, Robert De Niro

Short Review, no spoilers

Although unmistakeably Martin Scorsese in style, this is a distinctly serious film from the veteran director as he takes on a true story of outrageous injustice as visited on the Osage Indian community in 1920s Oklahoma. What is unusual about this as a Scorsese movie however, is that there is a love story at the heart of it. Not only that but it is a challenging, thoughtfully played out and well performed romance by stars Leonardo Dicaprio and Lily Gladstone.

An important and impressive film even if it does lag disappointingly at the end.

 

Full Review (spoilers)

Despite perhaps still being best known for his iconic gangster films, Martin Scorsese has actually taken on an eclectic range of subjects in his long career. The exploitation and murder of Native Americans in Killers of the Flower Moon is a daring one in that it is a conversation still not had often enough. However, it does suggest a continuation of Scorsese’s interest in early days white America-building as seen in Gangs of New York, delving in to pockets of the past with meticulous attention to detail to depict times that were brutal and morally conflicted – as if they were so different now … Both films also revolve around the story of a grapple for power headed up by white men that are sociopathic in their obsession to obtain it. Robert De Niro’s Bill Hail is in fact arguably more despicable than any of Scorsese’s mobsters to the point that his dastardly dealings almost make Henry Hill and co.’s look like scampish antics.

Although Scorsese once again casts A-list muse Leonardo Dicaprio in the lead role, his is one half of a relatively unglamorous couple as far as Hollywood goes, with Dicaprio playing an uncharacteristically dumbed down doof, while Lily Gladstone is a beauty of the natural kind as well as the very image of serene stoicism. The matching up of Earnest and Molly is curiously endearing and Gladstone makes it believable that she would fall for such a dumbass who, in spite of his clumsy ways has a certain cheeky charm that she can’t help falling for. Although cinemagoers might see an uglified Dicaprio, Molly sees a handsome man and their relationship comes together in convincing fashion, even as Earnest would appear to be punching way above his weight. Dicaprio often plays chilly, intense men but the warmth drawn out in this unusual role for him is an interesting diversion and aided in no small part from co-star Gladstone.

Not for the first time, Scorsese presents us with a complex anti-hero but Earnest has got to be one of the most challenging to sympathise with. Herein lies the brilliance of how he is depicted however. Even mugging, grave-robbing, assisting in murders (including those of Molly’s entire family), as well as poisoning the wife he apparently loves, you still get the sense that he doesn’t fully comprehend what it is that he himself is doing, that he really is that dumb. All of it is orchestrated by his uncle, Bill Hail, but it just goes to show that the stupid man is as dangerous as the man who manipulates him. As wholly depressing as it is, it is important to bear witness to Hail’s utter lack of morality, as he kills and keeps alive to suit his purposes rampantly and with a disturbingly pure sense of entitlement. As is his way, Scorsese pulls no punches when it comes to the casually inflicted violence that certain men are capable of.

Once established, dramatic tension is built when threats to Hail’s stranglehold begin to emerge. There’s the seemingly insipid Bill Smith, a ‘rabbit’ in the eyes of his wife, and whose own moral judgement is somewhat in question after he quietly marries her sister soon after the death of said wife. He is surprisingly intrepid however in investigating the growing number of murders among Osage natives, and goes on to demonstrate boldness in the face of a sneering Earnest. The double murder of Smith and his wife is nasty but at least is a significant contribution to the mounting evidence when Hail’s schemes begin to crumble. Other members of the town begin to show resistance also – when a ‘suicide’ goes wrong and Hail tries to implicate a local shopkeeper by encouraging him to run from suspicious law enforcement, the man calmly declares that he’s staying put and that he is no friend of Hail’s. Following a visit to Washington, it seems that the efforts of Molly and the Osage elders to request help have been futile until a team of the newly born FBI assisted by a charismatic Indian from another tribe turn up to investigate. Scorsese carefully and intelligently skirts a patronising white man saviour narrative though by portraying the agents as dry and seemingly benign professionals rather than glorified heroes. This also serves as a pleasing contrast with the visible panic in Hail and Earnest as they gradually get their comeuppance. However, just as the tide is beginning to turn, the brakes are put on for some reason and the action begins to grind at a frustratingly slow pace. Points are laboured and needlessly spelled out, and Earnest’s interrogation scene is inexplicably lengthy just as things should be gathering pace. After a time, the film picks up slightly and interest is maintained by seeing just how much the marvel that is Molly will forgive.

Despite the flabby ending, Killers of the Flower Moon is an admirable and compelling film and a welcome addition to the still too few stories that address ongoing Native American injustice. On a side note that is worthy of mention, it features the last (and best?) soundtrack by long time Scorsese collaborator Robbie Robertson before his death very shortly before the film’s release. It literally provides the heartbeat of the film, realised so well perhaps because of the personal investment Robertson had in the project. Of Native American descent himself, Robertson had spoken of his delight at Scorsese’s decision to explore the subject, and his creation of a mix of bluegrass and un-cliched Native American sounds is masterful throughout. A highlight of artistic unity is the moment early on when young male Osage Indians dance in a well spring of black oil to a thumping tribal drum beat and wry electric guitar riff.  It’s a moment of celebration pitch perfectly attuned to the original master of dark coolness in the context of archly ironic social context.

Saturday, August 26, 2023

 


Barbie (2023)

Director: Greta Gerwig

Stars: Margot Robbie, Ryan Gosling

Short Review, no spoilers

Overall, Barbie is something of a peculiarity however, who am I to argue with the millions who have been to see it, and its apparent power to get banned in several countries. Nevertheless, I left the cinema wandering who would be most satisfied with the film as a whole – it didn’t strike me as either particularly child-friendly or nostalgically adult-friendly and in fact, probably better suited to Greta Gerwig fans than Barbie fans. It’s quite fun briefly but then descends in to verbose, concentration-testing dialogue and feminist sentiments which may or may not be inspiring, perhaps depending on how much you’ve heard it all before and better delivered. Gerwig seemed keen to protect her indie image with attempts to intellectualise and referencing Pavement rather than attempt a brave and fresh look at what Barbie offers the world today. It feels like a disappointingly missed opportunity.

Full Review (spoilers)

I feel that I went through a brief but tumultuous relationship with the new Barbie movie (better half of the Barbenheimer phenomenon? I have yet to endure the masculine side of this very straight, white coupling). My initial cynicism was abruptly overturned when the trailer was played at my local cinema – I loved it! It seemed to be what I had never thought of, or thought possible in this day and age – a vision of Barbie that was equal parts ironic and celebratory. I was as super-excited as every Barbie fan should be – as a world-weary almost 40-year-old it seemed to offer both exaggerated nostalgia and a wryly humorous examination of the daft fantasy that is Barbie. It looked funny! Where once I was puzzled over the assignment of Greta Gerwig as director, I now speculated that she may actually be perfect for the job. A situation where in taking two seemingly polar opposites – an enduring dinosaur of mass-marketed mega toys and ‘indie’ darling of current day American film - a perfectly complementary balance might well be achieved.

What in fact seems to have occurred is less an odd couple match made in heaven as a match made in hell. The ultimate outcome is that girls and women are dictated to by a pair of overbearing parents helicoptering over them and inexplicably, it is the plastic doll who sits there inanely but consistently promoting sentiments that girls can be and do anything they want through a dogma that has been taken apart many times and more effectively for years that engages more sympathy. By the end, I felt sorry for Barbie - bullied nigh on out of existence by modern day, surface-level soul-searching – and myself for having to endure long, drawn out, apparently meaningful moments that were really an example of the unfocused, unimaginative, social media-style muddle that is current debate these days – overly influenced by a treacherous tussle between hardline capitalism and modern day right-on ‘left’ espousements.

When I first settled in to a pleasingly packed auditorium (at 11am in the morning by the way) and took in an interesting mix of audience with many getting in to the pink spirit of things, I felt something of the thrill of a uniting and somewhat significant event. And the start of the film seemed perfectly in keeping with what I had come to expect. Beginning with a wonderfully wrought vision of how Barbie came in to being, it plays as the opening moments of 1959: A Doll Odyssey, as little girls dash their baby dolls in to the earth when a giant monolith of glamorous, womanly toydom in a fetching swimsuit emerges in to their realm, revealing aspirations beyond a fantasy of domesticity and motherhood.

Shooting forward to the present day, Barbieworld appears as an expansion of everything that was opposite to the original baby doll – utterly divorced from the real world, virginal, individualistic, and heavily materialistic. I chuckled wryly, remembering the peculiarity of my simultaneous fascination and frustration with this toy as a child – the Dreamhouse that has a little elevator but no walls, the presence of ghastly but intoxicating pink everywhere. It seemed to be working through what I had anticipated – a knowing but amusing examination of the obscure practicalities we accept of a mass-produced doll, like tip-toed feet that fit perfectly modelled high heeled shoes, and permanent shiny-toothed happiness. However, it wasn’t long before my open-minded want to enjoy gradually began to close down like a fading grin. I’m clearly out of date – I haven’t perused a toy catalogue gorging on which pink nightmare I would just love to own for at least 30 years. But I could not believe that any toy based entirely around fantasy (which all toys are) has been rolling out dolls based on real human beings … EVER. So for me the presence of more real-looking diverse ‘Barbies’ in Barbieworld jarred immediately. I wasn’t aware that they had ever made Barbies that are BMI bothering, anything other than strictly and clearly man or woman, or frankly just normal looking. Barbie awareness of its totalitarian white promotion of a particular kind of surface aesthetic beauty is no new thing – they made Christie a long, long time ago to address the race issue, but really, she was just a brown-skinned, black-haired version of Barbie. THAT’S Barbieworld. Everyone is just a modified version of Barbie. Ok so maybe that’s what the filmmakers are deliberately doing here, except that everyone is Barbie or Ken in name instead of physicality? But in which case, if it’s a simple reversal, then the same applies? In that here a community would seem to be diverse but actually isn’t because they’re all called by the same name? I didn’t get the sense that that particular level of irony was being explored to its fullest potential if at all.

Another significant back-fire and mis-hit is that - in a film apparently promoting reclamation of power and attention from men - Ryan Gosling’s Ken completely steals it. He gets more of the comedy and more of the character complexity; Gosling’s performance is better than Margot Robbie’s (although he has much more to work with); and whereas Ken realises a full character arc, Barbie’s role falters just as it might have developed, and positively disintegrates as the film progresses. It is also one of the notable circumstances through which the film opens up an interesting can of worms before tying itself in a knot by apparently trying to resolve it. Ken’s delight at discovering the world of patriarchy is very funny at times but results in getting caught between the two potentials of either illuminating something pointedly and entertainingly or developing a premise more fully and critically. What plays out is a wayward address to the problem of patriarchy followed by acquiescence through equality. As a result, Barbie is demoted as the heroine and star of her own particular universe and Ken is promoted from his traditional role as supporting sidekick. By the end, Ken no longer has to endure the quiet valiance of taking a step back and allowing the limelight to his girlfriend, instead enjoying reward for his patriarchal petulance, while Barbie’s ending is the excited demand for a real-life vagina. In offering Ken equality, the film misses the entire point of Barbie promoting women to the forefront, and of Barbie being a central - if fantastical - offering as a heroine to girls the world over.

One of the questions no one is asking is why a toy that is aimed at girls is so fraught with neurosis when toys stereotypically designed for boy’s apparent wants are not burdened by the same. It seems like a wasted opportunity to explore such things in a radical way that need not necessarily fear upsetting the sponsors/manufacturers. I did enjoy the inclusion of ‘weird’ Barbie – my own childhood favourite doll was an accidental misfit: she ended up somewhat grunge, with dreadlock-ish hair and adorned with Mr T’s red, off the shoulder, long-sleeved T-shirt. By happy accident, she was transformed from just another dumb doll to something kind of cool. What I am trying to say is that ultimately, Barbie has the potential to be a fantasy toy that girls can interpret how they want, appropriate or reject as they wish. Instead, this film briefly introduces the freedom to play before heavily burdening it with the anvil of already-developed adult angst that frankly we could all do with a little less of.

To sum up, if I found watching Barbie an ultimately deflating and at times angering experience, the aftermath was that I did reflect nostalgically on what Barbie meant to me as a child. And one of the most significant of those reflections is that I remembered how much I always preferred Sindy

Monday, July 17, 2023

 




Once Upon a Time in Hollywood  (2019)

Director: Quentin Tarantino

Stars: Leonardo DiCaprio, Brad Pitt, Margot Robbie

Short Review, no spoilers

The setting of this hotly anticipated and characteristically stylish Quentin Tarantino movie is 1969 at the time and place of the Manson murders. A love letter to Hollywood generally, and eulogy to the Golden era, the film is naturally full of meticulously assembled period detail and pop culture references. Leading a cameo-riddled cast are the two biggest hitters in present day Hollywood, Leonardo DiCaprio and Brad Pitt, ironically playing two individuals rather low down in the industry food chain - a fading western star and his stunt double respectively. A double narrative thread incorporates Rick Dalton’s (DiCaprio) attempts to revive his career with a recreation of the events leading up to the night Sharon Tate (played by Margot Robbie) was murdered by Charles Manson-led hippy cult members. Engaging throughout, but brace yourself for a controversial depiction of Bruce Lee, and watch out for that ending – whatever it is or isn’t, it’s definitely not predictable.

Full Review (spoilers)

Here comes Tarantino over the Hollywood hills, wreaking a bizarre fantasy revenge on Charles Manson and the hippy cult that threatened to destroy the Dream Factory from within. Don’t look like he’s fooling around – or is he?

That’s the final scene by the way, which we can talk about now that the dust has settled. There is more to say about Once Upon a Time in Hollywood, a frustrating film if not because it could have been something quite good. Tarantino got critics (and China) in a real fizz over his latest, but it is his engagement with them that causes the film to suffer. There are moments, not least in the wacked-out finale, that can surely only be understood as such. The overcooked ending, which upends the whole thing and mocks anyone who invested in what had gone before, can only be seen as a personal reaction to the personal criticism that Mr T takes pleasure in violence against women. Such a consistently stoic bastion for the glories of traditional film-making practices and cinema-going should know better than to make fools of his audience, and to descend in to what I suggest is senseless provocation born out of personal beef.

The best moments of Once Upon a Time in Hollywood are where you feel like an actual film is being made, and one which, without Tarantino’s temperamental distractions, could have been entertaining and interesting. Touching on tensions between the hippy drop-outs and superstars co-existing in Hollywood in the late 1960s, which culminated in the dreadful carnage that occurred on that fateful night, there is a constant creeping sense of ominousness behind the faded, sunny façade of 35mm photographed California. It also sticks quite faithfully to documented accounts of the Manson murders before wildly re-writing history in the final act. His depiction of Spahn Ranch and some of the more notorious members of the Manson ‘family’ (Clem, Tex, and a brilliantly passive-aggressive turn by Dakota Fanning as Squeaky, who is wholly menacing even as she lounges in deadpan squalor) is hauntingly close to what is described in Vincent Bugliosi’s book, Helter Skelter. The result is genuinely chilling at times, not least when we catch a glimpse of the man himself, Charles Manson, grinning at the unwitting Sharon Tate as she stands on her doorstep.

As for the main players, I rated this as one of DiCaprio’s more assured performances and one in which I liked him very much as washed-up cowboy actor, Rick Dalton. As his stunt double and best buddy, Brad Pitt as Cliff Booth is effortlessly cool, a bemused smirk on his face throughout. The rapport between them is good but their relationship is underdeveloped – another aspect of the film that deserved more attention. Margot Robbie is also fine as Sharon Tate, and I found the scene in which she watches herself delightedly at a movie theatre alone quite endearing. Despite accusations that Tarantino is a poor creator of female characters, one of the successes of the film is Julia Butters as Trudi, Rick’s child co-star in the pilot they are shooting for a western TV series. The interaction between Butters and DiCaprio is a joy – she regards him with haughtiness at first, as he coughs heavily and spits, looking very old and uncouth next to the precocious little girl. The scene is of the two actors taking a break and contains dialogue more characteristic of traditional Tarantino – a natural, low-key and seemingly banal conversation between characters that subtly reveals significant aspects of their personalities. The conversation is both funny and moving, featuring a discussion about what books they’re reading which leads Rick to break down and confess his insecurities about his faltering career. In another scene, one amusing sideswipe at the misogyny accusers occurs when Rick throws Trudi to the floor while in character, only to apologise and ask if she’s ok. Trudi gamely replies in the affirmative, assuring him that she’s been practicing her falls – a clear reference to the furore over Uma Thurman’s treatment during the filming of Kill Bill, during which it was suggested that Tarantino is a fanatical bully.

Now, for the whole Bruce Lee thing - at best it will induce frown-and-puff-out puzzlement, but for anyone with even a vague idea of Lee’s iconic and legendary brilliance, it is surely jaw-drop horror and throw things at the screen stuff. What is inexplicable is that Tarantino is a Bruce Lee fan, so I really don’t know what he’s getting at other than being mindlessly provocative. Plenty has been said on this subject but I think ultimately we can bin it off to the category of silly and indefensible.

Where Tarantino does show a lot of respect is in his beloved homage to western TV shows of the era and their stars. In true pop culture referencing form, tribute is paid to shows such as Lancer and Bonanza, and stars such as James Stacy, Wayne Maunder and Ty Hardin, demonstrating his usual meticulous geek attention to detail in which you may or may not be interested. At first, I found myself growing impatient when I seemed to be watching a film within a film courtesy of the director’s over-indulgence. However, after delivering a lengthy and difficult speech in one take, which is devastatingly interrupted by his own failure to remember the rest of his lines, I realised that I was being invited to respect and admire what it is that Rick does. Performed excellently by DiCaprio, Rick’s frustration further demonstrates the high standards and professionalism he expects of himself, even in the ‘low-brow’ arena of 1960s TV westerns. It is moments such as these that are more poignant and effective in reflecting Tarantino’s desire to shine light on unacknowledged dime store entertainment heroes, rather than others where his heavy-handed demands that you love something as much as he does can become tedious.

Sadly, any potential the film has in these areas is spectacularly thrown in the bin at the finale. As my esteemed companion said on witnessing the debacle, a spaceship may as well have landed in the middle of it and the effect would have been the same. A stupid scene of extreme violence, the action is wildly overblown and badly filmed. As sickening as what you’re actually seeing is, the horror of it was lessened by the fact that it reminded me of the Farrelly brothers firing blanks – dumb but not funny. Tarantino used to do controversy with naturalism, style and wit, but it seems coolly delivered violence made alarming for its casualness is out, letting over-the-top, dumbass fantasy in.

Saturday, December 31, 2022

Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022)

 


Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022)

Director: Daniels

Stars: Michelle Yeoh, Ke Huy Quan, Stephanie Tsu, James Hong, Jamie Lee Curtis

 

Short Review, no spoilers

Even as it draws on diverse multiple influences, Everything Everywhere All at Once was a breath of fresh air on its cinema release, a blast-off out of Covid and general world-weary fatigue with an exuberant challenge to the Marvel movie factory output and stay-at-home-forever streaming services. Michelle Yeoh and Jamie Lee Curtis are both versatile by simultaneously dowdying it up and kicking ass in an all-round display of excellent performances, which also feature a welcome return to the big screen in both treasured 1980s childhood icon Ke Huy Quan and legendary Chinese Hollywood actor James Hong, as well as an assured turn from the next generation in Stephanie Tsu. A wonderfully entertaining and wry tribute to Chinese-American relations - in everyday life as well as popular film – the Daniels provided an exhilarating mix of the bizarre and the ordinary that resilient cinemagoers could see under persistently restrictive circumstances.

 

Full Review (spoilers)

A heroine in the form of a Chinese-born American laundromat owner is brought to the forefront of Daniels’ story - and movie-watchers consciousness - in this noisy and apparently chaotic blur of sci-fi existentialism, action and comedy. Through the knockabout spectacle of a Jackie Chan movie double-energised by rapid-cut editing and flashy visuals, the Daniels address an underrepresented community with contemporary dynamism, as if to say – ‘Yeah, you know all that martial arts stuff you love so much Hollywood, that elegant violence you’ve capitalised on over the decades and continue to utilise? From the same culture that started out in America washing shirts for Gold Rushers in the 19th century.’* Except here the Wangs are the stars of the show in both their glorious ordinariness and their ass-kicking alternate identities. It’s a unique approach, drawing on the enduring popularity of martial arts in film while simultaneously tempering the exoticisation of East Asian characters by promoting working-class strugglers to the forefront, something that appears to be having a significant moment, most noticeably in South Korean cinema with films like Parasite and Shoplifters. The latter two carry universal messages for other divided societies also, but here is a heartfelt tribute to a more specific experience of generational Chinese immigration in America, acknowledging light-heartedly but also pointedly some of the tensions that arise between the exchanged flow of various distinct cultural values. It begins with language, the film opening with a Cantonese conversation speckled with English between spouses Evelyn and Waymond Wang (Michelle Yeoh, Ke Huy Quan); later, Evelyn’s elderly father Gong Gong’s (James Wong) criticism of his granddaughter, the American brought up Joy (Stephanie Tsu) for speaking worse Chinese every time he converses with her; and Evelyn’s protestations that her reference to Joy’s girlfriend as ‘him’ is a faux pas in English but irrelevant in Chinese as him and her is the same word.

Ke Huy Quan’s return to the big screen is a joy to behold for fans, a middle-aged man now but still displaying the same energy, enthusiasm and physicality as he did playing Short Round and Data, an earnestness that is a significant part of an intriguing mix of old school action movie performance and the ‘whatever’ postmodern irony displayed by Waymond’s millennial era daughter, Joy. In this spin cycle of old and new and Asian/American cultural crossovers, the film combines the light-hearted approach to action of the afore-mentioned Jackie Chan movies with the more recent shift to adult humour in Hollywood movies like Deadpool, the latter a part of a shift that has rescued superhero movies from the dry, imperious drudgery of the Serious Phase kick-started by the crushingly boring critical darling that was Dark Knight. Reminding us that action movies are supposed to be fun, what the Daniels also pull off here in unique and successful fashion is a serious talent for silly, amping rudeness to the max when Joy uses a massive double dildo in her mighty-morphing fight scene with Evelyn, and peaking with a wildly hilarious scene involving Deirdre’s tax auditor of the year award and some very determined ass antics.

The most explicit reference to other movies however is one that involves Ratatouille of all things, as Evelyn’s endearingly mumsy mispronunciation and misrecognition unexpectedly subverts the more obvious comparison she appears to be trying to make between her situation and The Matrix during an urgent attempt to explain it to Waymond and Joy. It gives birth to a hilariously nonsensical running gag and yet more surprising poignancy, much like a sequence that involves a bizarre relationship fantasy between versions of Evelyn and Deirdre who inexplicably have hot dogs for fingers. And less weird but as romantic is a tribute to the Asian arthouse excellence of the 1990s in sequences featuring Evelyn and Waymond re-enacting In The Mood for Love, with Ke Huy Quan making a surprisingly dashing Andy Cheung.

At the heart of the film, underneath all the flash and bang, chaotic visuals and elaborate sci-fi universe-jumping twaddle is a simple story, reflecting a very real human tendency to overcomplicate. What this wild and sprawling existential crisis can be boiled down to is that Evelyn needs to appreciate her silly husband more and get over her daughter’s gayness. There are a few other things too, like not caring about her father’s disapproval and finding ways to negotiate with their auditor, although there maybe should be a disclaimer of ‘Please don’t try this at home’ should anyone think convincing yourself you love your auditor will necessarily save your home and livelihood. Of course, forgiving this hilarious and welcome unrealism is as necessary as the forgiveness of mess, as Evelyn tells her daughter in her ultimate moment of self-realisation. It deals with regret in a pleasingly ambivalent way - glimpses of life as an opera singer or glamorous martial arts star are not delivered with patronising disclaimers of the downsides of fame and wealth, and when ‘In the Mood for Love’ Waymond tells ‘Maggie Cheung’ Evelyn that he wished he’d had the life with their daughter and dealing with tax audits, there is no response either way from Evelyn. Disillusionment is made funny when Evelyn is desperate to tell Waymond she has just discovered that her life would have been better without him like an astonished and eager child who has found the door to a secret garden. Likewise, when Alpha Waymond tells her earnestly that out of all of the Evelyns across parallel universes, she is remarkable for the one that is living her worst life is a nice twist on the contemporarily popular phrase.

The black hole/bagel can be read as a symbol both of depression and of the emptiness of modern existence, and is exemplary of the film’s compelling mix of puerility and pathos. Joy’s frequently changing and increasingly outrageous costumes speak of the desperate identity-seeking of the millennial in a world threatening to sink her in to bland oblivion – underneath the showy façade is a black hole, inviting the viewer to look more closely at the power and potential, the seemingly endless possibilities and ease of transformation apparently available to the youth of today, but that really just covers over the risk of falling in to despair if not interrogated.

As an example of cultural diversity, Everything Everywhere All at Once comes from a genuine place, and does what all good art should do by throwing up challenges to dominant discourses rather than merely inserting non-white peoples in to artificially created scenarios. By referencing Chinese presence in the USA both through the laundromat that was established in the earliest stages of building America, as well as the martial arts that continue to inform action choreography in movies, Daniels’ offer a clever and distinct challenge to the mainstream. Also, it is a chatty dialogue rather than a pedagogical speech running throughout the film: while acknowledging the failings that impact on the harmony of a culturally mixed family, Evelyn also demands understanding in ways perhaps unfamiliar to Westernised minds. She nags Joy about being fat, but then at the end explains that it is because she worries about her being unhealthy, an idea foreign to Western ideas where fatness is predominantly associated with appearance, especially when it comes to girls and women. In fact, for Western audiences and otherwise, to see a young woman kicking ass that isn’t elfin or squeezed in to a body suit that shows every svelte curve is also refreshing, and Stephanie Hsu is as cool if not cooler than many a 2-bit female action heroine.

At a time when to focus purely on black under-representation would appear for some to solve the diversity issue, Everything Everywhere All at Once is a refreshing reminder that diversity is a vibrant and multi-racial issue, and one most interestingly explored by those who know and who have the talent and creativity to bring it to us all entertainingly. Chris Rock wrote excellently on black inequality in Hollywood, but also took the time to acknowledge the taken-for-granted presence of Mexican immigrants performing menial services but who are also offered little to no opportunity for work in the film industry.* Likewise, the Wangs represent the laundromat history of Chinese immigration to America but in Everything Everywhere All at Once, Daniels also reference the impact of Asia on the popular film industry, even if in an alternate reality.

Further reading

·         *Search these: How Childhoods Spent in Chinese Laundries Tell the Story of America:

The laundry: a place to play, grow up, and live out memories both bitter and sweet.

BY EVELINE CHAO JANUARY 3, 2018

·         *This story first appeared in the Dec. 12, 2014 issue of The Hollywood Reporter magazine.

·         The west misses the point of Everything Everywhere All at Once – it gets the Asian psyche by Bertin Huynh

An illuminating and rightfully challenging article if a little bit sweeping in its damnation of Western ignorance. More responses like these, such as from the perspective of Asian/Asian-Americans themselves, is always welcome.


Saturday, November 6, 2021

The Trap (1966)

 




The Trap (1966)

Director: Sidney Hayers

Writer: David D. Osborn

Stars: Rita Tushingham, Oliver Reed

Short Review, no spoilers

The Trap is a roughly hewn gem, a fairy tale stripped of decadence and magic and instead brought to life through the glorious natural beauty of 19th century British Columbia. The film is equal parts love story, thrilling adventure, and fascinating period drama imbued with the rustic aesthetics of a wintery western. The central performances by Oliver Reed and Rita Tushingham are also a delight with both at their best in this earthy take on the Beauty and the Beast myth.

Full Review (spoilers)

In the reviews that can be found of it, The Trap is often described as an unusual love story, although it has a more than uncanny resemblance to ‘tale as old as time’, Beauty and the Beast. What seems like the clearest allusion to the French-born myth - in which a young girl is imprisoned by a beastly man because of a paternal figure’s debt, is first appalled by her animalistic captor then gradually learns to love him - is the naming of Québécois animal trapper Labete, literally ‘the beast’ in French. Like Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre, The Trap is a reimagining of the fairy tale in a ‘real world’ context to explore the same themes: the possibilities of romance - and within that personal freedom - in a society that systematically traps women in to functional, loveless marriages. There are, however, differing approaches to class and also the feminist ideas identified in other versions of the story.

Opening in a small harbour town in 19th century British Columbia, The Trap sets the scene of a generally rough time and place to be a woman, where jailbirds and broken women are bought by local men as wives and brought over from afar by boat. One particularly unfortunate individual, whose prospective ‘husband’ has died while she was in transit, is auctioned off to the highest bidder upon her arrival. This depressing scene is observed through the horrified eyes of Eve, a mute young servant to a trader who was orphaned by the massacre of her family by a native tribe, during which she witnessed the rape of her mother. Like the heroine of Bronte’s novel, options are limited to a young woman with no money or family connections, and both earn their keep by serving wealthy families.

Just as Eve seems particularly vulnerable in this brutal world, Labete appears to be the worst of all men – intimidating, aggressive, and apparently intent on taking women by force if necessary. Although his physical appearance is clearly part of the overall threat he poses (large frame and black beard), it is ugly and antisocial behaviour that really identifies him as the Beast here. Bowling in drunk to claim the money the trader had been keeping from him, like the Beast of the original tale Labete demands recompense as a result of a patriarchal figure’s mistake. The callous wife and spoiled daughter of the trader take the place of the jealous sisters, although in The Trap it is the wife who instigates her own trade – that of Eve as ‘wife’ for Labete in place of the precious money needed to relocate to the more civilised San Francisco.

From the first sight of Labete laughing madly as he navigates the wild river in his canoe to his violent reaction at a refused bid in the wife auction on the docks, one fears for all women’s safety, let alone Eve’s. Eve in fact laughs when she first sees Labete as he rolls up in the little canoe, laden with fur and greeted with acclaim by his friends. However, others quietly observe his return with concern, having believed him dead and unable to collect his debts. As his abrasive character becomes apparent, Eve’s selling off to this seemingly monstrous man fills us with dread at what kind of life with him awaits her. Unlike the more commonly told versions of Beauty and the Beast however, in which an impossibly dutiful daughter willingly sacrifices herself for the sake of her father, we have instead the savage reality of capitalism, whereby the lowly status of a servant girl is exploited by her employer. The Trap is also frank about the sexual undercurrents alluded to in the original myth – it is not being eaten by the Beast that Eve fears, but being raped by him, compounded by the trauma of seeing her own mother succumb to that very fate. However, in keeping with the original moral - that looks can deceive - Eve is tougher than her mouse-like appearance would suggest. In her comparison of Beauty and the Beast and Jane Eyre, Vanessa Hodja writes of the two heroines: ‘while both are small in frame, with no status attached to their names, they manage to defy every convention expected of their station’*. While all else cower in the presence of Labete, it is Eve’s lowly servant girl that defiantly tilts her face at him as he sweeps out the door of the trader’s house. She holds her own in the harsh conditions she finds herself in, and fends Labete’s less than delicate advances off with his own hunting knife.

As impressive as Eve’s demonstrations of self-defence are, it is also notable that Labete could likely still have overpowered her but doesn’t. Like Eve, the actions of Labete also gradually reveal that there is more to what had initially met the eye. As savage as he is and as primal as his instincts are, Labete is seen to save Eve from danger, look after her, and even court her in his own bullish and drunkenly exuberant way. As in the Disney adaptation of Beauty and the Beast, music and dance bring the two closer together, but in The Trap it takes place in a humble cabin rather than a lavish ballroom, the music provided by Labete himself as he rasps away on a mouth organ. After getting carried away and blowing it, Labete’s efforts become increasingly less aggressive to the point of simple clumsiness, and Eve gradually overcomes her fear to see it as such. In another comparison of Beauty and the Beast and Jane Eyre, Christine Butterworth-Mcdermott argues it is as much Beauty and Jane’s ability to perceive that the Beast and Rochester are capable of change, as any actual transformation that occurs.*

Unlike the tortured and neurotic souls of the traditional Beast and Rochester however, Labete is brazen and shameless in every way - there is no curse or baggage of a mad wife in the attic. In both Jean Cocteau’s magical adaptation and the Disney version, the Beast is seen eating in an animalistic fashion before displaying embarrassment in front of Beauty. In The Trap, Labete displays no such shame, eating like a pig and discarding bones on to the floor. Not for shame but necessity, Eve has crafted a bin in to which she discreetly deposits the beastly man’s rubbish. As Labete’s attention is drawn to this, he begins to do it on purpose, it becomes a game and even Eve can’t help but laugh. Although Labete’s complete disregard for decorum is liberating, there is need for some containment of his more slovenly urges now that he has a companion to share his environment with. The bin is just one amongst other items of furniture that Eve immediately sets to work on building upon entering Labete’s rat-infested den, and it is a practical move on Eve’s part that asserts her place in the home. The stereotype of woman as civiliser is treated light-heartedly here, but the often-demeaned duty of housework as ‘woman’s work’ only reinforces the assumption that traditionally feminine-associated roles are lowly and not important. The Trap turns the tables on traditional assumptions of domestic work and also offers a critical spin on the original tale – it is Eve’s domestic assertiveness that prevents her from becoming a prisoner in the new home she finds herself in and, without the luxury of being waited on by magical servants, she displays a no-nonsense work ethic that ensures the home is now as much hers as the man that would be her captor.

Labete also differs from the fairy-tale Beast in his relationship to his environment, in that he lives out in the open and nowhere is off limits to him. Although his realm is isolated, he doesn’t hide away in a castle once decadent and now decaying but resides in a cabin practical for his occupation of hunting and trapping. This also enables him power in a grudging but necessary relationship with the nearby townsfolk, unlike the victimhood of the original Beast, who is driven off with pitchforks. No idle aristocrat, Labete’s home is where he works, in a habitat that is in harmony with nature rather than a barrier to it. An article from the Smithsonian describes the story of Beauty and the Beast as one which underscores ‘the vital connection between human beings and nature’.** However, although the traditional tale does trouble the boundaries between humans and animals, The Trap embraces the relationship more fully with an absence of the angst displayed by the Beast. The naming of Eve and also of Labete’s grizzly nemesis, Old Bear Adam, alludes to Labete’s domain representing a kind of return to Eden, but one in which humankind is not so distinct from animals. Beasts, both gentle and dangerous, roam everywhere in Labete’s Garden, symbolising a yin and yang sense of balance between fragile beauty and frightening brutality inherent in nature. Both Eve and Labete are seen to engage closely with animals in ways that vividly realise this dichotomous relationship: Labete is an aggressive survivalist and hunter while Eve is seen to demonstrate gentleness in the way she cares for animals, and agonises at the prospect of killing them so that she may live. Unlike the fairy tale Beast’s denial of his animalism, as he continues to adorn himself with the clothes and manners of a gentleman, our heroes in The Trap embrace their integral relationship with animals. Labete’s recognition of Eve as animal herself – calling her ‘Little Rabbit’ upon his first encounter with her and throughout – resembles Rochester’s identification of Jane as ‘imp’ and ‘fairy’. In both cases, this linkage with something distinct from the human world unites our couple as fellow outsiders, both compounding the bond between them and their liberation from a civilisation that seeks to deny its natural origins.

As a bond is being tentatively built, the crucial turning point in the story comes when Labete stumbles in to one of his own traps while under attack from a mountain lion. The trapper becomes hunted animal himself when he is then chased by a pack of wolves, and a long, tense and genuinely frightening sequence cross-cuts Labete’s desperate attempt to escape and Eve’s hesitance at the sound of howls back at the cabin. Labete eventually makes it back and Eve fires shots at the wolves, but the trapper has been horribly wounded. The two swap roles, Labete learning what it means to be vulnerable, and Eve forced to harden herself in order to preserve the lives of both herself and her maimed companion. The comparable development in Disney’s version is when the Beast is also attacked by wolves, but suffers injuries needing no more treatment than Belle dabbing him delicately with a hankie. In The Trap, Eve is first required to journey through a blizzard to retrieve a remedy from a medicine man, only to find he and the entire tribe dead, before the battle back to the cabin and the astonishing moment when she has to amputate and then cauterise Labete’s gangrenous leg. She is then further forced to overcome her gentle nature and kill the animals she had previously nurtured, in order to provide food in the midst of an isolated snow-bound winter and save both her and Labete’s lives.

When Eve sets out for the tribe encampment, it is the first of two times she leaves Labete. Reminiscent of the moment Beauty is told by the Beast that he will die if she does not return to him, Eve’s burden is gruelling and literal, but we see that both heroines make a choice which says something about themselves and also about how they have come to feel about the one they return to. At this point, both could leave the Beast to die and make good their escape, but choose not to. Not insignificantly, it is rabbit skins that Eve is instructed by Labete to use for binding his wound – the nickname Labete graces her with is inextricably linked with her power to heal. Eve becomes saviour, subverting the infamous original sin of her namesake, and symbolically redeeming the original woman and all those punished thereafter who have been systematically subordinated to men. For his part, Labete’s faith in her potential as a survivalist is rewarded, and Eve also discovers the strength in being depended upon through trust rather than exploitation.

According to the previously mentioned Smithsonian article, one of the lessons of Beauty and the Beast is that love is stronger than death - when Labete recovers, he has discovered tenderness and gratitude: “If it were not for Eve, Jean Labete would be dead.” The moment leads to a consummation of their ‘marriage’, however Eve cannot disassociate sex from violence after witnessing the rape of her mother, and she flees in horror from a howling Labete. Here is the second time Eve leaves, this time embarking on the last part of her journey toward overcoming the trauma of her past, from which she must make a crucial decision for her future. Drifting away in the canoe, she runs in to trouble in the form of a waterfall and, not insignificantly, is saved by Indians (another step toward reconciliation with the past) and returned to the town from whence she came. From the voice of the trader, we learn that she had a miscarriage, and that she is about to be married to the young, blonde-haired shop clerk we saw her childishly flirting with before Labete arrived on the scene.

As Eve is prepared for the wedding by the woman who sold her off in the first place (still not made it to San Fran, bad luck), the woman’s daughter questions her with a strangely increasing hysteria about her experiences with Labete. ‘Did you kill him?!’ Sarah shrieks with both fear and fascination. Like the jealous sisters, the trader’s wife and daughter act as foils for Eve: what the mother covets – wealth and social standing - is not rewarded, and her attempts at bringing up a well-bred daughter has produced a repressed and frustrated brat, regarding with envy Eve’s comparable liberty and experience of sex. Sarah probably recalls that it could have been her Labete took as his wife if her mother hadn’t stepped in. From the beginning of the film, we see that one benefit of Eve’s lowly status is that she is allowed to roam freely unlike Sarah. After Sarah’s mother forbids her to go down to the docks and ‘mix with those people’, she asks where Eve is – she’s outside, and free to go where Sarah is not allowed. It is when comparisons are made between Eve and Labete’s life and that of the trader’s household that the true trap is revealed. Again, it is perceptive skills that are needed to look beyond what would seem to be the obvious oppression to recognise the false promise of freedom in the civilised world’s doctrine of respectable aspiration.

The Beast is a controversial figure, troublesome link as he is between the civilised world and the world of nature. In The Trap, the trader’s wife cries out in protest when Labete bursts in to their home - ”He’s an animal! A wild animal!” That he may be, but his hard, humble life with daily challenges out in the wilds is ultimately shown to be preferable to the staid and loveless strictures of a comfortable but empty existence in the trader’s household. The trader’s wife is seen to make the mistake of coveting the finer things in life at the expense of true happiness, something she inflicts on her spoiled daughter. As servant to her employer’s high-minded ideals, the mute Eve’s silence and subordinate status in fact liberates her, whereas Sarah’s noise and movements are repeatedly contained by her mother in order to refine her for a ‘decent’ marriage. Before the scene of Labete’s intrusion in to their home, Sarah throws a tantrum while trying to learn the piano, to which her mother suggests they bring a teacher over on the next boat. A glance is exchanged between trader and wife, the trader looking uncomfortable in the knowledge that he is already in debt because of his wife’s expensive demands. Sarah reads from the Bible - ‘Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal…’ – at which point she is interrupted by the arrival of Labete. This is not an arbitrary passage but one which alludes to the irony that for all of Sarah’s noisy ‘talents’ that are funded by her wealthy family, it will be the voiceless and uneducated orphan Eve that will find true love and with that, freedom from the trappings of the civilised world.

The trader’s household is typical of human civilisation’s efforts to distance itself from its inherent links to the natural, animal world as a mark of progress. Unlike Labete’s habitat, which is abundant with living, free-roaming animal life, the only evidence of animals in the town are the skins brought by the trapper, and a caged bird briefly glimpsed behind Eve when she exits a room in the trader’s house. The caged bird is one of many hints throughout the film that play with the irony of traps actually signalling Eve’s potential access to freedom. Against the seemingly inevitable outcome that all trapped animals will die, the caged bird can be understood as a sign of the potential of living and being freed, just as Eve eventually discovers. Another ironically used object in the film is a rope - the same rope used to tether Eve to Labete is also used to pull her up the cliff from which she falls, in the first of several instances of him literally saving her life. Later, Eve is again tied with a rope, this time by two ne’er do wells, Yellow Dog and No Name, who seek to kill Labete and steal his money. Labete, too crafty for his would-be assassins, spots the signs of intruders and again rescues Eve. A glance is shared between the two as he unties her binds for the second time, giving significance to this physical act of freeing her as well as further laying the groundwork for the trust that is beginning to be built.

A sign of her childhood trauma, Eve displays alarm when she sees Indigenous people before she leaves the town, and the assault by Yellow Dog and No Name might have confirmed her worst fears. However, her rescue from the same fate as her mother offers hope and belief in Labete’s protection. Furthermore, subsequent events and revelations in the course of her journey with Labete may seem incidental, but are in fact significant as challenges to Eve’s perception of these people as enemies. First are Labete’s stories of the Indians who took him in as an orphaned child and taught him all he knows about hunting and trapping, the same valuable knowledge he passes on to her; second is the tribe he sends her to when he is injured, because he knows they have medicinal skills and will help; and the most direct encounter is when Eve is rescued by the community living on the banks of the river and is delivered by them safely back to the town. Butterworth-Mcdermott describes the common trope of fairy-tale heroes going out in to dangerous worlds where they do battle with monsters that are in fact standing in for the internal demons the hero must overcome. The real monsters are in Eve’s mind and the true battle is a fight with herself, her own inner fears and trauma, something she may never have had the opportunity to confront and defeat had she not embarked upon her journey with Labete. Here again the irony that her capture presents the possibility of freeing herself, psychically as well as physically.



Before skipping out on her wedding, we see Eve looking up at an animal trap hanging from the ceiling. As in the original tale and Bronte’s novel, our heroine leaves her beast to go away and learn lessons in order to make an informed decision about her future. Eve witnesses the hysteria of Sarah, herself like a caged animal, and realises that the life she had left behind with Labete was actually the one of freedom – again, it is her perceptive skills that are put to the test. It is what seemed to be a trap that opens her eyes to the freedom that was always potentially available to her. Her fear needed to be tested and she needed to be exposed to danger to realise how strong she actually is. Taking in all that she has seen and experienced, Eve makes the choice to abandon her fiancé at the altar, leaving her wedding dress on the bed. She heads off again in the little canoe, this time directing her own journey rather than drifting powerlessly through a sea of fear.

As with Eve, Jane Eyre’s literal orphan status and Beauty’s ‘orphaning’ via separation from her family ensure the singularity of these heroines and the space to make up their own minds, subverting any expectations that an individual is powerless without reliable family support. Nevertheless, Jane and Beauty are both subjected to a substantial amount of manipulation, either at the hands of other characters or through various plot machinations. Both of their stories are littered with duplicity, trickery, secrets and lies, not least as perpetuated by their respective ‘beasts’. In contrast, there are no such cobwebs to fight through with Labete who, although aggressive and rude, is ultimately honest and straightforward. He speaks frankly about his colourful past, explaining rather than excusing his behaviour. Even more interesting is to compare what gifts each Beast offers his Beauty. In the original tale, Beauty is lavished with luxuriant chambers, good food and is constantly entertained. In Cocteau’s version, we see Beauty awarded jewels and finery that she can’t give away even if she wants to. And in Jane Eyre, Rochester strives to obtain acceptance in to high society for himself and his new bride. Early on in The Trap however, even before he has gained her trust, Labete’s gift to Eve is to teach her the invaluable skills of survival, how to hunt and look after herself in the wild without having to rely on anyone else. Labete himself acknowledges: ‘so you won’t need Labete no more’, but does so regardless. As such, Labete’s honestly delivered gift to Eve demonstrates the potential for an unselfish love that empowers his partner as opposed to one that encourages dependence or spoiling. Although Beauty and the Beast and other incarnations are subversive in their ways, they often arguably return to the fold whereby Beauty is rewarded by a Beast who turns out to be a handsome and refined human prince, with the added bonus of all the riches and stability that a good girl should want and deserve. The Trap on the other hand asserts from the outset and sees out the transgressive possibilities of the tale’s moral through less decadent rewards, and as such more fully challenges capitalist and sexist values which so often go hand in hand.

Before Eve is taken by Labete, there is a scene in which the shop clerk earnestly appeals to Eve to become his bride, promising her a house on Knob Hill with a chandelier in every room. Living in ‘a house on the hill’ is echoed in Labete’s song, along with the lyric: ‘And she will have diamonds and pearls.’ From the beginning of the film, we have seen the chandelier as an object of amused fascination to Labete, admiring one in the house of the trader. The similarities between what the shop clerk offers and how it is ironically referenced by Labete invite comparisons between them as prospective partners for Eve and, although a life with the shop clerk would appear to present an easier, more comfortable existence, the irony with which the same symbols of supposed happiness are tinged by in relation to Labete points up the misguided faith in materialistic ambitions.

Eve makes her own informed choice and returns to ‘Eden,’ in an ending that is fittingly touching but understated and unsentimental, and more powerful for it. In the tense first moments of their reunion, we wonder: will they run in to each other’s arms? Will Eve speak her first words to him? Will Labete weep with joy like a transformed gentle animal, backed by soaring orchestral soundtrack? Not so for this humble re-telling, where we instead see Little Rabbit return to her beast tentatively but without fear, while Labete merely touches her face in an unshowy but tender motion of affection. Most poignantly of all is when Eve enters the house and sees not an animal trap hanging from the ceiling but a wooden, roughly handcrafted chandelier, made by Labete even without the certainty that she would return. At the beginning of the film, he laughed cruelly as he mused on buying a chandelier along with the wife he would acquire, but now we have a man who has learnt to work and build for what he desires rather than just brutally taking it. Labete’s offering may be rustically put together, but it is a symbol of a life that is more genuine, wholesome and heartfelt than the standardised ambitions for comfort and happiness. As Eve regards Labete’s creation, the Beast strides off singing the song his mother taught him, a humble tune that forms the theme of a beautifully orchestrated score, which closes out the film.

Ultimately, Eve not only survives, but tames the Beast and her own fear, ending up in a relationship that is mutually beneficial, respectful and even loving after enduring severe hardships. Her challenge is to defend herself bravely in such a brutal time and place, where women and goods are traded in equal measure, but also to draw upon her natural kindness and emotional intelligence to discern that Labete has a good soul himself underneath an abrasive exterior. Fairy tales often serve to illuminate the limited choices women have traditionally had - in being expected to marry for stability, the necessity to choose wisely becomes paramount. What writers have proposed about Beauty and the Beast is the notion that it promotes an active rather than passive journey towards true love, and the possibility of learning as much about oneself as one’s partner in the process. The Trap follows this ethos and exemplifies the empowering and liberating narratives that are possible in the genre of romance, and within them the opportunity for women to play some active role in their destinies, even within limiting social contexts. These stories revolve around the issue of choice - the possibility of women having some opportunity to choose in a life that would otherwise seem decided for them. Eve finds herself in just such a situation and, like Beauty, her decision to return to Labete saves herself as well as the Beast.



See – *‘Grains of Truth in the Wildest Fable: “Beauty and the Beast” Retold as Jane Eyre’ by Christine Butterworth-Mcdermott, Chapter 10 in Twice-Told Children’s Tales: The Influence of Childhood Reading on Writers for Adults ed. Betty Greenway (2005) Routledge

**Reference to an article introducing a screening of Jean Cocteau’s version at the Toronto Film Festival, previously available online.

***‘The Storied, International Folk History of Beauty and The Beast’ by James Deutsch, smithsonianmag.com, March 15 2017

 

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