Showing posts with label Tom Hardy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tom Hardy. Show all posts

Thursday, August 30, 2012

All About Gotham


Christopher Nolan’s take on the Batman mythology was always far removed from Burton’s grotesquerie and Schumacher’s camp rendition of DC heroes and villains. Nolan’s imagining of the character and the universe he inhabits is, in this third and final instalment especially, dark and despairing. This was always a strength of the series: that it took itself seriously, and allowed the films to speak to social conditions familiar to its audiences. Judging by the box-office intake, audiences responded positively to an iteration of a familiar character that is as flawed as the heroes of ancient Greece. From the outset it was clear that Nolan’s Bruce Wayne would put duty above pleasure at any stage, sustaining the billionaire playboy persona only insofar as it covers the version of him that is most authentic, the Batman.

In The Dark Knight Rises, Nolan and co-screenwriter Jonathan Nolan borrow from, amongst other sources, the critically acclaimed Knightfall storyline to shape their final entry. Bruce Wayne (Christian Bale) has become a recluse since the death of Rachel Dawes in The Dark Knight. It’s been eight years since Batman faced The Joker, since Harvey Dent died, since Batman instructed Gordon (Gary Oldman) to tell and sustain the life-giving lie: Gotham City would be saved if they had a hero (Dent) to believe in, with an antagonist, Batman, to take the blame for his death. With Gotham’s crime at an all-time low, there is no need for a masked vigilante to assist the police in apprehending criminals.

Until Bane (Tom Hardy), a nearly supernaturally strong mercenary with shadowy links to key figures in Gotham, shows up. With the police unable to sufficiently respond to this unanticipated threat, Batman is forced to reconsider his self-exile. Also, Wayne is visited by Selina Kyle (Anne Hathaway), a cat burglar with greater plans than to simply steal some of Wayne’s possessions. New additions to the supporting cast include Joseph Gordon-Levitt as Blake, a beat cop supportive of Gordon even when the latter is being undermined; Marion Cotillard as Miranda Tate, a prominent investor in Wayne Enterprises; and Matthew Modine as Foley, a policeman gunning for Gordon’s job. Michael Caine has a superb moment in his return as the butler Alfred.

The Dark Knight Rises provides what one expects from a Nolan Batman movie: big stunts, large set pieces, and some unexpected plot developments. But Rises is its own film, one that negotiates its way around much of what made Dark Knight such a fan favourite. Obviously The Joker is missing – he was always Nolan’s prime villain, and he left it at that. There is not attempt to link Bane to Joker or to make Bane into a Joker-like figure of anarchy. But there are other things, such as changes to the narrative focus, which I will address below. Please note: massive spoilers follow.

Arguably, Dark Knight was The Joker’s film, with Batman caught between the anarchist, the centurion and his great love. Joker, being what he is, wasn’t Batman’s enemy: Dent was. Dark Knight inserted Joker into Gotham and we watched the world burn as Batman struggled to keep his community from going up in flames, facing off with Dent in love and aspects of governance. Rises is all about Batman, however, even if he is not as physically present in the film as in the first sequel. This film follows Wayne’s trajectory towards reaffirming his position in the community even if it incurs great costs. His time in Bane’s pit is to a great extent an extension of his own self-exile in Wayne Mansion; individuation, as Jung would remind us, occurs naturally and artificially, and a natural process of psychological maturation is here intensified and focused by Wayne’s forced expulsion from Gotham.

The film’s focus on one’s commitment to the community is also located in Gordon’s increased activity in the film’s second half. As a constant supporter of Batman and a propagator of the lie that ended the second film but kept Gotham going, Gordon here becomes the type of figure that he used to pursue, someone who, once the lie is exposed as such and having always anticipated its end, gets his hands dirty. This is also indicative of the film proceeding with what we’ve come to know and understand of some supporting characters: Gordon gets angry based on having to sustain the lie for so long; Alfred refuses to watch as Wayne destroys himself.

In addition to the familiars, Rises introduces interesting new characters. Setting Blake up as Robin towards the film’s very end was highly problematic for some, but Blake, as a younger incarnation of Gordon’s principled engagement with law and order, perfectly fits this Batman universe. Based on the Gotham we’ve come to know, Blake is exactly the kind of person that city could help produce – that, of course, as well as hardened criminals. Yet again the villain comes from outside the community to destroy Gotham. Bane, as revealed towards the climax, had no community, and when Talia bonded with him, the relationship obtained a pathological and almost tragic dimension. Bane is not simply opposed to Batman, but to Blake specifically, as the characters demonstrate how engagement with the community (or lack thereof) can shape one’s life. They are thematic counterpoints. Being Batman’s right hand man is a natural development for Blake.

Another new character is Selina Kyle, not once referred to as Catwoman. In fact, there is no iconic moment for Kyle, no Pfeiffer-esque acknowledgement of the absurdity of the character. Rises’ Selina Kyle is a Trickster with an uncertain trajectory. She tarries with Batman until he convinces here that they’re on the same side. Some people have issues with her being the one to dispatch Bane. Since Bane literally breaks Batman earlier on, shouldn’t Gotham’s son be the one to avenge himself? Not necessarily; Bane, after all, is not the primary villain – Talia is. And Batman and Talia have a showdown of their own. If Bane is killed by what is essentially a bullet fired from a big gun, well, of course he dies. He is only human, and his vulnerability is emphasised by his emotional response to Talia’s monologue. He broke Batman, but he is himself not invincible.

That Kyle kills Bane is additionally meaningful not because she’s a woman (let us not fall into some misguided woman-kills-male-maniac reductionist reading!) but because she is one of the people that Bane actually addresses when he calls upon “the people” to take back “their city”. Earlier in the film, Kyle tells Wayne that he and the rich, the 1%, must “batten down the hatches” because the time has come for the 99% to get their due. And where Bane positions himself as a false prophet for the disenfranchised (mostly, prisoners), Kyle really is one of the 99%. Her takedown of Bane is appropriate, if brief. The homegrown Gotham criminal vanquishes the ideological pretender.

The film has some iconic scenes. There is a shot of Kyle speeding along on the Batcycle (I think) reminiscent of the Joker putting his head of a car window, enjoying the wind in his hair. But Nolan, always a fast cutter, does not allow us to savour the flow of this scene, this moment of joy, and undercuts it much like he did with the latter scene in Dark Knight. And the images of people swinging by their necks from construction cranes, as seen on TV no less, are surprisingly unsettling.

Rises has some problems. I’ve never been a fan of the digital read-out except in Speed, but I understand its purpose for the audience. Also, for a film so focused on being ‘realistic’, much of the violence is notably bloodless and, as a result, too clean. A more pressing issue is Nolan’s occasional disregard for narrative time. There are dizzying time gaps ranging from how, in a single quick scene, Kyle and a hostage start at the top of a building and are, within seconds on the tarmac far below, to Wayne’s inexplicable return to Gotham from India. Finally, the film really should have ended four seconds earlier. Too often Nolan over explains things and in so doing waters down the dramatic effect of a given moment. Consider Gordon's flashback followed by the unnecessary exclamation: "Bruce Wayne..." When the wise lawman finally realises who Batman really is, as the flashback demonstrates, he certainly does not need to spell it out.

Even with certain plot and editing issues, The Dark Knight Rises presents a weighty conclusion. Some will miss the unpredictability of a Joker-like figure, as well as the humour that accompanies such a character. Nonetheless, Rises is easily the equal of Dark Knight; the former is slightly less spectacular than the latter, and it finally gives the Batman character his due.

A final observation: how perfect that where one lie is revealed, another one takes its place "for the greater good" (and personal gain) at the film's end. As Dark Knight ended, citizens of Gotham needed a hero, even a dead one. Rises gives them that hero, but Gotham still doesn't trust its people with the truth.  

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Of MMA, Cape Town, Blue Teeth and Demonic Possession

I hate not being able to update as often as I’d like to. Every so often, I post a review round-up on what I’ve seen on DVD recently. DVD has been my saving grace when I’m unable to steal away three hours (driving to the cinema, sitting through trailers, queuing to buy a ticket, actually watching an average-length film) to see a movie, and I’ve caught up on a few fan favourites the past while. 


MMA, or mixed martial arts, has been gaining popular appeal over the past years in South Africa (where etv broadcasts EFC events), and it’s also a prominent source of income and entertainment in parts of India. Many studios are capitalising on MMA’s popularity, delivering low budget, story-less movies where underdogs fight champions for some major reward. Gavin O’Connor’s Warrior is the polar opposite of all those movies and their cheap thrills, an emotionally involving family drama meshed with the combat film. It emphasises notions of honour and integrity as present in not only physical combat but also domestic life. 

Tommy Conlon (Tom Hardy) unexpectedly shows up at the home of his father, Paddy (grizzled Nick Nolte). It is clear that there is bad blood between them; Paddy is a recovering alcoholic, and Tommy has little faith in his father’s sobriety. Yet he wants Paddy to train him for the major Sparta MMA tournament with $5 million as the grand prize. 

Meanwhile, Brendan Conlon (Joel Edgerton) and his wife (Jennifer Morrison) are close to foreclose on their home. Brendan’s teaching job doesn’t pay enough to cover the house payments, especially since they had some major medical expenses as their son fell ill. While he left that life behind some time ago, Brendan rejoins a local gym in preparation for the Sparta tournament that could help him to save his family. It is a narrative inevitability that, somewhere, Tommy’s path will cross with Brendan’s. 

Warrior is an accomplished companion piece to The Fighter, covering similar thematic ground and with striking scenes of physical combat. It has some issues though; for example, the film fails to tie up a loose end regarding Tommy's cause for fighting. In addition, Nick Nolte’s Oscar nominated performance is highly overrated. This is the type of character Nolte plays in his sleep; asking him to play the recovering alcoholic absent father is like asking Denzel Washington to play a calm and reluctant African American action hero. Nolte can be a superb actor; his 1997 feature for Paul Schrader, the emotionally shredding Affliction, not only showcases Nolte at his career best, it is one of the best male performance I’ve ever seen. 


Speaking of Denzel Washington: Safe House is an utterly conventional, derivative seen-it-all-before piece of action in need of well written characters, a story and some emotional hooks to anchor all the kinetic energy. Washington is Tobin Frost, a much wanted black market information dealer in possession of some very important intel, who is apprehended and placed in custody in a CIA safe house in Cape Town, where a rather bored Matt Weston (Ryan Reynolds) runs the show (which means, he checks the computers now and again and bounces a ball against a wall). 

Some bad guys quickly discover where Frost is being held and before you can say “Table Mountain” Frost and Weston are thrown together in a situation neither is adequately prepared for. Director Daniel Espinosa keeps the action moving at a rather frenetic pace and only interrupts it with tedious scenes with Weston’s girlfriend (Nora Arnezeder). Capetonians can play “Name that Landmark” while watching but everyone who’s seen some contemporary action films will find themselves yawning as Safe House goes through its paces, playing it very safe indeed. Not even that great character actor Brendan Gleeson or Vera Farmiga’s hypnotic eyes can redeem this inconsequential gun-fluff. 


Not since Shaun of the Dead has a Britflick with genre roots shaken up geek culture as writer-director Joe Cornish’s Attack the Block has. In this class-conscious alien invasion film, a bunch of youthful petty criminals lead by the assured Moses (John Boyega) find themselves in a perilous situation as alien creatures attack their working class housing estate in South London. Realising that their homes are all they’ve got, the boys stand together to defeat the extraterrestrial foe. 

Attack the Block is a well paced genre film with an unexpected subversive edge - and brutality! - that is somewhat kneecapped by a familiar ending and some near impenetrable slang (I had to watch the film with the subtitles on so as to make sense of the constant "bloods", "fams" and "truths"). While it’s not quite the rejuvenating and original work many claim it to be, it is certainly required viewing for genre aficionados. Nick Frost's appearance as Ron is a particular treat, and the film generally succeeds where Scott Pilgrim vs The World failed: to functionally integrate a variety of pop culture references and appreciations that strengthen its own existence, not point to its artificiality.  


Another genre film that works very well for most part until it drowns in a completely misguided ending is the mockumentary demonic possession tale The Last Exorcism, produced by Hostel’s Eli Roth and directed by Daniel Stamm. The film stars Patrick Fabian as a charismatic pastor, Cotton Marcus, who has preached the gospel from a young age. This means that he has spent years developing his craft and perfecting the tricks of the trade, knowing exactly what is expected of him when he is asked to conduct an exorcism for a family in Ivanwood A documentary film crew accompanies him on his mission, which gives the film a legitimate reason to have a home-made, shaky look. 

The Last Exorcism is successful at slowly suggesting that the possession case Marcus is dealing with in this instance is the real thing, only to show us something that in turn undercuts that impression and leaves us with a tantalising ambiguity, similar to how The Exorcism of Emily Rose drew viewers into its story. As good as the first half the film is, the second half falters; firstly, it doesn’t heighten its pace or sense of urgency as much as it could, and secondly, the ending is so bizarrely out of place it’s as if it were spliced in from a different film. Here the weakness of the mockumentary horror is laid bare, demonstrating that it is a format that can only accommodate so much ‘spontaneous’ material in its specific limitations.