Ah, the auteur director. So very few of them left and even fewer whose work attracts A-list stars and audiences. Which is a little strange when you think about it. So much of Hollywood's output conforms to readily identifiable tropes and structures that you might imagine actors and viewers alike would long for visual and narratological deviance. I'll work on a theory about this at some point but first I have to stand in this field all year round and eat grass.
Apparently Terry Gilliam, the modern era's auteuriest director, isn't keen on The Zero Theorem being considered the third in a thirty-five year trilogy that started with Brazil and notched up Twelve Monkeys before 2013 saw the release of this, possibly the oddest of the three. So is it lazy journalism to point to the continuity of perspective, of dystopian aura and of a search for individual meaning within culturally trivialised lives? Maybe. I said it anyway.
Although visually Christoph Waltz appears to be auditioning for a future casting as Uncle Fester, his character, Qohen, is a theoretical cleverclogs tasked with solving the titular theorem whilst simultaneously being distracted by the initially unwelcome companionship of a PVC-clad Melanie Thierry (loved her work at Arsenal) and an arrogant neo-genius who calls everyone Bob because it's easier to remember his own name than learn other people's. It could be argued, then, that his search for meaning takes in a slow but genuine acceptance of a disjointed form of nuclear family with Thierry as love interest and Bob boy as surrogate child. Aww, connection and human affection equates to meaning. Excuse me while I fill this small bag with vomit.
No, I'm not that cynical. Love is a splendoured thing and comes in many forms. Gilliam knows this but is never so crass as to simply toss off a quirky family values fable for the money. Not even if the money is super big. Probably. And hey, if he has done exactly that with The Zero Theorem at least he's coaxed David Thewliss into his best performance since that cameo in The Big Lebowski.
None of Terry Gilliam's films are fully comprehensible on a single viewing; they are the cinematic equivalent of a Hieronymus Bosch painting, lurid, garish and groaning with sumptuous detail in every corner of every frame, requiring repeated scrutiny. Are they also moralistic? Yes, if you acknowledge that few of his movies hold back on criticism of the cultural values we are daily served up as ethical and habitual normalities within Western societies. Despite the broad palette of his oeuvre one of the unifying messages in his work is that notwithstanding the depersonalisation and alienation inherent to our world, human connection continues to occur in the unlikeliest of circumstances, lending authentic meaning to everyday mundanity.
Or you can replace the dialogue of every one of his movies with The Doors' 'People Are Strange' without doing too much damage to their impact. This patch of grass is lovely. I could quite happily eat it and eat it until such time as I am slaughtered and served up as somebody's supper.
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Thursday, 19 January 2017
Monday, 19 December 2016
Die Hard
Apparently it's Christmas or something coming up. Which means I get to watch all the Christmas movies. And nothing says movie or Christmas like Die Hard.
Firstly, what's with Bruce Willis's nose? Like me, I bet you only noticed it's a weird nose when Thingyamebob Levett-Bloke had to have his nose made all weird so he could be a younger version of Willis in Looper. But once you've spotted it it's like the Kirk Douglas chin dimple - it becomes far larger in the mind than it actually is in real life. Willis' weird nose is bigger than Alaska to me, these days.
This doesn't stop him flying off to see his wife for Christmas and saying yippie-kay-ay, motherfucker. He claims it was an ad-lib to make the crew laugh during a sequence of retakes on a tough day of filming. It's not even an accurate ad-lib as Roy Rogers never said it. The closest any singing cowboy came to it was Bing Crosby in a very forgettable western from the thirties or forties. No, I haven't done the research, why should I?
Terrorists who are really just highly ambitious burglars take over the building Willis's wife works in and people begin to die. Most of the dead turn out to be the gang of bastards after the millions in the vaults. Yup, John McLane (that's what we have to call huge, weird nose Willis in this film so we can suspend our disbelief), becomes a massive fly in the bad guy ointment. And cuts his feet. And learns what a TV dinner feels like. And hopes he hasn't completely screwed up his marriage by not moving away from New York when his wife got her job.
But we all know why we think it's a Christmas movie, right? Well yes, it is set at Christmas but that's not it. Memes have brainwashed us all into no longer accepting that Christmas is happening until we see Hans Gruber falling to his death from a great height. In slow motion. In a splendid suit. As Alan Rickman,
Oh Rickman, you silly man. Dying just after Bowie in January of this year and thus not quite being mourned as deeply or as properly as you should have been. Oh the wand-fans cried for you but many of them have no idea of your prior history as an incredible and hardworking character actor, lighting up such diverse movies as Truly, Madly, Deeply, Dogma, Robin Hood Prince of Thieves and so many others. And your nose was just about perfect,
It's easy to forget now that Die Hard has become a fully milked Hollywood franchise that this first outing from 1988 changed action movies forever. And changed Willis's life. Without this film, would he have been considered for Fifth Element, Twelve Monkeys, Pulp Fiction, The Sixth Sense or Lucky Number Slevin? Possibly not and they are just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to worthy movies starring that weird, ginormous nose. And of course Looper.
Willis is more coherent than Stallone or Arnie and also possesses something neither of his main 80s/90s action hero rivals did - a sense of vulnerability in the eyes which allows him to go all out action man without becoming too much of a parody or unbelievable figure. He's Everyman. If Everyman has a gargantuan nose made of weirdness.
Now I have a machine gun. Ho. Ho. Ho.
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