Showing posts with label Shutter Island. Show all posts
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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Movie Review: Inception : Perchance to Dream

This article first appeared as Movie Review: Inception : Perchance to Dream on Blogcritics.

To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come?
-William Shakespeare's
Hamlet


Dreams are the stuff of our own inner cinema. There we are free to deconstruct and reconstruct the stories of our lives, with an inner stream of consciousness that owes less to Faulknerian literary inclinations and more to our biggest waking influence: television and movies. In our dreams we are producers and directors, and sometimes the stars, of a never ending cinematic story of, if not our lives, the way we subconsciously wish they would be or never could be. In our dreams, others may die, but we never do, always waking up at the moment of impact of the speeding train, the crush of the bullet against our skulls, the endless falling from the precipitous cliff into the somnambular abyss.


Christopher Nolan's new film Inception plays with the darkness of our inner selves, the way his previous films like Memento and The Dark Knight have done, but in a more subversive way because the stuff dreams are made of is not even imbued with a hint of salvation, unless it comes in the form of delusion that may or may not be implanted by ourselves or others.


Throughout the history of cinema, we have seen various uses of the "dream" as being an integral part of the sinews and organs of the body film, a manifest destiny if you will of where films could take us if we were only brave enough to lay bare the inner workings of our minds. Orson Welles once said that "Film is a ribbon of dreams," and that could be found in his best cinematic work: Citizen Kane, The Magnificent Ambersons, and the hallucinogenic and darkly frightening Touch of Evil. Still in and all, this dark and twisted world could well spring from nightmares as much as from dreaming.


Inception challenges the viewer in ways that are daring, intelligent, and slightly dangerous. Leonardi DiCaprio plays Dom Cobb, a man who has the ability to "steal" or extract information, sometimes priceless, from people's minds during sleep. This is something that makes him like a dream thief, but also someone who uses this ability to build a clientele and a seemingly professional resume for other customers who will want his services.


When working with his team that includes Arthur (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) and Nash (Lukas Hass), something goes wrong as they try to extract information from the powerful Japanese businessman Saito (Ken Watanabe) and the team fails. This results in the tables turning for Cobb, as the organization that had paid him now is hunting him.


Saito offers Cobb a way out: to work for him on an extremely important project: to enact an "inception," placing an idea in the mind of his top competitor Robert Fischer, Jr. (Cillian Murphy) to get him to break up his dying father's (Pete Postlethwaite) company that has a monopoly that is squeezing Saito out of the market. While Arthur doesn't think it can be done (since they have previously only done an "extraction" of information), Cobb agrees to take on the job of "inception" because he says, "I've done it before."


The secret of how and why Cobb knows "inception" will work is eventually revealed, but it is so crucial to the plot that I will not spoil it here; however, this knowledge haunts Cobb as does the image of his dead wife Mal (a powerful performance by Marion Cotillard). For those of you who might say this sounds familiar, you'd be right: DiCaprio's character Teddy Daniels was haunted by dead wife Dolores (Michelle Williams) in last year's Shutter Island. The similarities are a bit peculiar, but they do diverge enough not to make it a distraction to the viewer.


The most intriguing thing about Inception is the way Nolan has depicted the dream world that he has created. Within this dream scape there are multiple levels, dreams within dreams, and like a play within a play, they open new dramatic doors and the possibilities become endless. Depending on who is dreaming, we can sink down two, three, or even four levels into a maddening psychological miasma where drowning is always an option.


On the first level of dreaming, a person can be killed and thus forced to end the dream, waking him or her up. As the stakes get higher in the game Cobb plays with Fischer (including taking powerful narcotics to keep the dreamers asleep), the easy out of killing someone is lost. A person who "dies" in a dream falls into a deeper chasm or "limbo" from which it can take a long time (decades perhaps) to escape, reminding one of what Carson McCullers called "the yearless region of dreams."


There are many elements involved in getting the idea to break up the company into Fischer's mind. Once the idea is successfully implanted, he will wake up without realizing what has happened but thinking the concept is an awareness of his own making. While all of this is very complicated, Nolan has handled the multiple levels in a dynamic and powerfully visual way that keeps the audience engaged and cognizant of each level as the team experiences various disruptions all at the same time.


For example, on the second level of the dreamworld the team is in a van falling into the river from a bridge. While ordinarily this would take seconds to happen, the van is suspended in slow motion as the events occur in the other levels where time takes longer to play out. Nolan cuts back and forth to keep establishing the time sequence, and it all works rather well and keeps the audience truly involved and thinking throughout.


Since there is a danger of revealing too much here that would spoil the film for the reader, I can only say that in the end we are left with as many questions as answers. The story demands multiple viewings, and I look forward to watching the DVD when I will be able to stop and play back scenes that I have questions about.


There is a good deal of psychological stuff going on, with great dramatic moments and lots of action including fights, shoot outs, and explosions to keep all The Dark Knight fans happy. There are certainly many times when the fate of the characters is in question, and the fact that Nolan has jammed so much into the film and yet gets the audience to care on an extremely emotional level about these characters is testimony to his craft as a filmmaker.


More importantly, the viewer will keep questioning what has happened on the many levels, waiting to confirm that the dreaming is actually over and reality has come back into play. Nolan challenges our perceptions all the way, and even in the last moment of the final scene, you will jump in your seat as your brain squirms with what you see in the last seconds, a titillating visual that makes you yearn for the rewind button.


Inception is a different kind of movie experience, involving the audience as much as a foreign film that forces the brain to work because subtitles have to be read. In essence, the viewer becomes engaged in the film and pulled into a vortex of dreams within dreams, worlds that are real as the dream thief and his team can make them, and ultimately the film succeeds because we walk away from it thinking about our own dreams and real lives, wondering how we can survive in the day-to-day real world without dipping into dreams to find the answers, but then we will question whether dreams are a respite from it all or merely another pathway that leads us to a corridor with too many doors and not enough time to try to open them all.


 

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Shutter Island: Do You Know Who I Am?

Martin Scorsese’s new film, Shutter Island, is one of those movies that plays with the audience in ways that make some people feel cheated, while others will be taken over by the sheer ability and craft of the filmmaker. Scorsese definitely pulls all the deceptive tricks he can out of his cinematic toolbox, but it is up to the viewer to decide whether or not he has constructed something meaningful or not.

This particular kind of trope has been utilized in The Sixth Sense and Angel Heart, which are kindred spirits to this film. Scorsese is also paying homage to the detective mysteries of the past here, and Shutter Island echoes the film noir of the 40’s and 50’s with its dark visuals and tone. Add to that the heft of the music arranged by Robbie Robertson that shatters scenes like a symphonic sledgehammer, and you have a movie designed to make you feel on edge most of the time.

It is 1954 and Leonard DiCaprio and Mark Ruffalo play U.S. Marshalls Teddy Daniels and Chuck Aule, who have come to Shutter Island off the coast of Massachusetts to investigate the disappearance of violent criminal Rachel Solando. From the very first scene, Scorsese makes us queasy as Daniels experiences seasickness in the ferry bathroom. He looks disgustedly through the porthole at all the water, and we know we’re in for a bumpy ride.

The island facility for the criminally insane is an armed fortress, and guards at the gate inform Daniels and Aule that they must check their firearms. Daniels starts what will become a litany throughout the movie, reminding them “I am a U.S. Marshall,” a sort of “Do You Know Who I am?” routine that seems to continually backfire on an island where the rules don’t necessarily have anything to do with the law back on the mainland.

Here they encounter Dr. Cawley, (played with gusto by Ben Kingsley) the administrator who runs the place. He seems generally helpful in the beginning, but as Daniels and Aule try to dig deeper, Cawley blocks their attempts with red tape ranging from the board of directors to the protestations of a senior colleague, the decidedly creepy Dr. Jeremiah Neahring (Max von Sydow).

Through flashbacks we learn that Teddy was part of the army that liberated the Nazi Concentration Camp Dachau during World War II. Teddy has deep feelings of failure connected to the event, thinking he arrived too late to help all the people whose bodies were piled up in a final frenzy of killing before the Americans got there.

He also sees his deceased wife Delores (Michelle Williams) in his dreams and in hallucinations. Teddy reveals to Chuck that his wife was murdered, and the main reason why he has come to Shutter Island is not the Solando case, but to find Andrew Laeddis (Elias Koteas), the man responsible for the fire that killed Delores. While most of the prisoners are kept visible in Wards A and B, the severely insane and dangerous ones are housed in Ward C, a building off limits to everyone. Teddy quickly establishes that Laeddis must be in Ward C and wants to get in there to search for him.

If all of this is not enough to get you going, a major hurricane has swamped the island, knocking out the power and cutting off the ferry service. Teddy and Chuck are forced to bunk with the orderlies, and during the fierce storm we get to see more of Teddy’s disturbing dreams, especially a particularly horrifying sequence of a Nazi Commandant who tried to commit suicide and failed as well as one featuring the sought after Laeddis, taunting Teddy with a match.

By the time we get to the second act, after the storm and Teddy’s descent into the proverbial hell of Ward C, Scorsese still has some cinematic tricks up his sleeve. Daniels and Aule discover a lighthouse on the coast where it is rumored that illegal psychological experimentation is being done by Cawley and his colleagues. The lighthouse is separated from the island by a craggy and dangerous rocky cliff, and this is the metaphorical obstacle that must be overcome in order to get to the truth.

My problem with Shutter Island is that Scorsese plays around with the truth. A master of film technique and an advocate of film preservation, we immediately accept that his work will be top-notch before we even sit down in the theater. What happens in this film is that Scorsese sets us up for what he believes is dramatic irony in the conclusion of the film, but it seems more to me like irony of situation, where we get less than expected and yet Scorcese believes we should be satisfied.

DiCaprio does an amazing job as Daniels and should be nominated for Best Actor. This is his strongest and darkest role to date, and the actor has to be credited for taking a decidedly different and unglamorous route. After his success in Titanic, DiCaprio could have easily made the mistake other actors have and taken “star” parts for the money in less than challenging films, but DiCaprio is true to his craft and is willing to take risks and difficult parts that no doubt many actors would not.

The rest of the cast (particular Kingsley and Williams) does an excellent job, and the creepy island facility is wonderfully realized. Scorsese uses everything at his disposal to shrink the real world, sinking the viewer into the morass of the island and trapping us there along with Daniels and Aule. It is this claustrophobic element that probably works best for Scorsese here, but no matter how hard he has done all the right things, there is something missing that is pronounced and makes the experience less satisfying than it should have been.

The denouement is right out of Hitchcock’s Psycho, where everything is sort of explained in order for the audience to understand all that has come before. If you’re anything like me, you get annoyed with this kind of psycho-babble that is an attempt to justify a filmmaker’s showmanship at the sake of the audience’s trust. I went in so wanting to like this film and, while there is much to admire, it leaves a conspicuous aftertaste that is hard to rinse away.