Sunday, June 24, 2012

The Blair OHSHIT Project



'The Blair Witch Project' doesn't offer anything new that could be considered original, but it's a personal belief of mine it's not the idea that truly matters, it's how the idea is executed. Although this film has been subject to countless parodies by now, what a lot of people don't quite remember is how chilling the film itself actually is.


I believe what makes this movie truly pop is the fact it plays on one of the most basest of human fears- being lost and afraid. Sure, we as the audience would say "Oh, if I were in that situation, I would (insert whatever brain child strategy here)" but when left in such a desperate and frightening situation with Heather, Mike and Josh, emotions take the reigns and well-laid plans are laid waste pretty darn quickly. In their misguided youthful wisdom, and a massive dose of their own self-overestimation, the three college students assumed they were well-prepared for their little adventure in the woods, but their overconfidence soon gives way to a steady progression of a mental breakdown that is captured in full on camera. It goes without saying that all three actors ran with the vague outline they were given and went above and beyond the call of duty performance wise. An obvious example of this is Heather Donohue's 'confession' sequence, filming herself with the most unflattering angle for any actor and just going full-bore with the waterworks. It's parodied so much, but Donohue truly puts herself out there in that short yet memorable scene and I have nothing but admiration for her.






Joshua Leonard and Michael Williams aren't afraid to dive right into the maelstrom, they aren't token jocks/geeks/dicks or anything most horror films pass as male characters- these could be guys you know. One moment you love them, the next you think they are all total dickheads. When affairs take a turn for the worse, they are down right scared- no macho fronts, no heroic speeches or cheesey lines. These men are frightened, just like Heather. You don't see a lot of men being truly fearful for their lives in cinema and it's refreshing to see these two guys lay bare their emotional states in such a way you are right there with them.


                                               Mental breakdown in T-Minus 15 seconds...


Ahhh, but what of the frights? Well, there is plenty of freaky fare to go around. Obviously nothing about this movie is in your face scare-wise, but that is never to suggest it's not there, because oh, it is. If the initial premise of getting lost in the wilds of nature without a clue how to survive isn't enough, when the trio descend deeper into the woods, all manner of frightening things happen, things that can't be explained. At first it is distant noises outside their tent, then the noises come closer, they assume the form of the human voice and they start to find that their equipment has either gone missing or been strewn across their campsite. And that is just the beginning of it.- the further they flounder, the more disturbing things become. Whatever it is that is menacing these young people isn't playing around- it's hunting them down as if they were weakened gazelles. It means BUSINESS.


                                                                  
At first they dismiss all of this as a prank, some idiots who just want to scare them, but the days grow longer, food becomes sparse and time grows short and it becomes apparent that whatever is out there means them harm. They aren't just lost in the woods- they are lost in time. The most horrifying thing is, instead of banding together to combat whatever it is, the stress of the situation gradually begins to tear the already tenuous ties that bind apart.


It goes without saying the Burkittsville forest in itself is a character. When the three students first start their trek, it is green with lush shrubbery, full of life with birds singing, you can hear creeks bubbling nearby and it is as beautiful as you would expect nature at it's best to be. As things get worse though, you start to notice that the trees are bare of leaves, their branches not unlike cruel, sharp claws. You can't hear any water flowing and the song of birds is mysteriously absent. It must have been something for the three actors to experience these locations, especially because of how influential it was to their performances. Another creative move on the film makers part (the actual directors) was the clever move of using both professional actor plants and regular people in the town where Heather, Josh and Mike go to gain testimony regarding the Blair Witch legend because it adds a nifty little sense of authenticity. Unless you knew who the plants were, you'd think they were all regular folk humoring (and perhaps having a little fun with) these college students.






Ignoring the subsequent slew of imitators, 'The Blair Witch Project' really is a rare beast, dare I say, a contemporary classic of it's genre. Although not all reception has been positive and in it's favor, let's look at it from this perspective- if a movie spawns hundreds of like-minded offspring, it is because it has true credence and such a property is far too profitable to let be. Every single movie craze starts with one memorable cornerstone, and while 'The Blair Witch Project' was not the first of the found-footage genre, it was and always will be a stalwart of it's kind.


BTW: I actually didn't think it's comparatively Hollywood sequel 'Blair Witch 2: Book of Shadows' was too bad either, but that's a story for another day.

Friday, June 15, 2012

Have a mind-bend, have a Picnic.

(Wassup, Angel-Faces? Long time no see!)



It says volumes about a piece of visual media that has for this long managed to confuse yet draw in countless generations of audiences, and I'm not talking about 'Lost' (ohhhh, HEADSHOT!).
Based on the story by the same name by authoress Joan Lindsay, Peter Weir's adaptation of 'Picnic At Hanging Rock'  is a vague yet eerily disquietning gem of Australian New Wave cinema. This film isn't about shock value or excess- it's exceedingly subtle, something that many people misinterpret as boring, but I assure you, when you watch the movie, in it's entirety, it is not an exercise in meaningless drivel. It's perhaps one of the most beautiful yet frightening things you may ever watch.

While everybody has a personal fear (mine is idiots with access to nuclear weapons, silly, right?), one of the few fears all of us as human beings share is the all-encompassing phenomenon of uncertainty. Uncertainty of each other, of the world. Not knowing what is to become of you is an eerie concept that all of us has thought about what stage or another. In the case of 'Picnic' the uncertainty comes from what happened to three school girls and their teacher who mysteriously disappeared during a beautiful summer day whilst on a high school outing. The film offers absolutely no conclusion as to what happened to any of them, there is only speculation and discomfort- it is all a disturbing conundrum that only suggests that what became of the missing girls and their teacher- absolute oblivion. For a second, let's just think about that word- 'oblivion'. What exactly does it refer to? Nothing, because oblivion is The Void, the ultimate riddle that nobody can explain or solve, dare I say, a fate that exceeds death and transcends life. I must confess, writing this now dear readers, I am unsure of what to precisely say about this movie without being too vague and for some reason, I feel a little light-headed.

                                                                     Effin' rock!

This movie only asks questions and reveals no answers, a fact that will divide us all, though one thing is for sure, no theory is too wild because of the way Weir translates the story. Upon further viewings, you may be tempted to follow some pretty obvious red herrings, but Weir is too intelligent of a film maker to spoon feed us anything, and you know what? It's brilliant. Weir doesn't underestimate the material he uses and he doesn't underestimate his audience, he treats us all as equals in this case because we are all in the same boat debating as to what happened to the girls and nothing he does choose to share with us is condescending.

Visually, the film looks and sounds sublime, like sleep walking in the hold of a fever dream with performances appropriate to the material to compliment it. None of the actors at the time were well known- in my opinion, it made their characters far more relatable and none the overwhelming. Imagine if they had re-made this movie today and cast some of the world's most bankable young stars. It just wouldn't have the same effect on the piece. Here we are watching people who could have been you or me.

                                                Not that Anne-Louise Lambert was offensive...

Naturally there will be folks out there who will argue and analyse tirelessly about other things we see in the movie- that it is a metaphor for sexual repression and anxiety (this movie does take place in the turn of the century), others may say that it is an allusion of feminism (such as the girls wandering out of the restrictive patriarchy that runs their school), others could be of the mind that it is a message about suicide, meanwhile others will just say "It's just a fucking movie!". The two three notions aren't right nor are they wrong, as for the third, if it's just a fucking movie, why are you reading this fucking blog? This movie was made for an audience with a brain in their heads with every desire to use it. Don't like it, fine, just don't ruin if for those of us who use our grey matter.

Sorry.

To me, this is not just one of the finest films Australia has ever produced, but one of the best mind-benders to grace the screen in history. It is the perfect mystery without a solution and asks no judgement, only opinions.It is not pretentious, and while by all tastes it is not utterly perfect, all it merely asks you what happened and divulges nothing as whether you were right or wrong. So, will you come on this picnic, or will you stay at home with your nice and safe TV dinner?

                                                                              See ya!