Showing posts with label psychological. Show all posts
Showing posts with label psychological. Show all posts

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, January 28, 2011

When Argento Met Stendhal...


ATTENTION: THE COVER ABOVE IS PERHAPS THE MOST ONLY PLEASANT THING TO DO WITH THIS MOVIE!


Although Dario Argento's recent work has not been up to scratch, however offensively entertaining 'Mother of Tears' was, the man was in his absolute prime during the 70's and 80's with films such as 'Opera', 'Suspiria', 'Tenebre'  and 'Profondo Rosso' but to name a few. As time went on, his style has become fraught with commercialism and relies primarily on shock value to grab an audience's attention. However, as with every other novelty, once the effect has worn off, we shake our heads and go on our merry way. However, during the 90's, amongst this steady decline, Argento managed to make a little-seen gem of a film that could have almost been his comeback- 'The Stendhal Syndrome'.

Detective Anna Manni (Asia Argento) works for the anti-rape squad of the Roman police. She is one of their best officers and she has been tracking down a serial killer/rapist, a search which has led her to Florence. While checking out the Uffizi Gallery, Anna is overwhelmed by the numerous works of art and she passes out. Turns out Detective Manni is afflicted with a case of the obscure Stendhal Syndrome- a strange affliction that makes the victim suffer a seizure by absorbing artwork, in Anna's case, she enters a painting and experiences the sensations the picture gives. Unfortunately, when she suffers one of these fits while in the gallery, the rapist himself, Alfredo Grossi (Thomas Kretschmann) is watching and he falls in love... you know what that means.

                                  
                                                                   It only gets worse...

Off the bat, this movie is SICK, and I mean that with nothing but love. For the first hour of the movie, Argento puts all of his talent to the fore- a compelling story, demented killers, determined victims of circumstance, gorgeous imagery and gore, marvellous, guilt-free glorious gore. Although she would later do the torrid 'The Phantom of the Opera' and the fun but ultimately stupid 'XxX' Asia Argento's work in this movie is solid and true. You are there with her every step of the way from beginning to end- you care for her and it hurts when she is subjected to Grossi's treatment. She reminds one of a stronger Hitchcockian female- vulnerable but at the same time exuding a strength that when tested can be formidable. Simultaneously, this film introduced me to German actor Thomas Kretschmann who plays Anna's foil to a T. The way he starts to gets Anna's skin even when he isn't there, how wretched he is when he plays his games with her. Kretschmann isn't a prominent actor by any means, but when he shows up in films, it's always a pleasure, even when he's playing a revolting fucker such as Alfredo. Dare I say it, Alfredo Grossi is one of my favourite villains in cinema ever, not only is he reprehensible in his actions, he's also clever, charming and attractive. Grossi is not some run off the mill killer- he is a career family man to boot. Who would believe a fine, upstanding member of society could possibly be a derranged serial killer? Another unique element that adds to the impact of the film is that, like 'Opera' it takes something distinctly highbrow (in this case, fine art) and makes it the catalyst for something quite sinister. Another matter this film deals with is sexual identity- despite Anna being a rational policewoman, she succumbs to a deeper level of psycholgical torment that makes her change not just physically, but mentally as well. She becomes as obsessed with Alfredo that he is with her, at times, it's as if he is by her side even when he is not and her attitiude begins to manifest into a different beast completely which eerily mirrors Alfredo's own. One of the many physical manifestations she takes is cutting her hair short, bulking up at the boxing ring and wearing decidedly masculine clothing.

                                         
                                                         What has happened cannot be undone

 So, that being said, remember when I said this movie was brilliant for the first hour? Well, the second hour is not so much. You see, despite his attempts at being daring and original by introducing a new major development, he simultaneously dropped his load way too soon. To be vague, Alfredo becomes more of a secondary character whilst Anna fully takes the regins, I feel this is where the film fell on it's face. If the second half had been a seperate film, it perhaps would have felt more natural, but the way Argento does it, it's as if he realized that he has let go one of the most precious commodities in his movie and has to spend the remaining 60 minutes filling it up with line after line of intrigue. It's not until the end that the movie finally re-establishes itself, but even the most attentive audience members would struggle to maintain the amount of interest required. I really wish Argento had either re-considered the new direction the movie would take, or had focused the same amount of energy he had in the first half of the movie.

To a lesser note, that I feel still needs to be said, that outside of Argento and Kretschmann's characters, all of the supporting players were quite expendable. The only other character I had vested interest in was Manni's psychologist- he managed to take a third fiddle character and made him an enigmatic yet fascinating figure in Anna's life that she turned to when she needed guidance. One character I absolutely couldn't FUCKING STAND was Anna's douchebag boyfriend. The first thing he does to Anna when she gets off the train after her doomed trip to Florence is fucking proposition her- FUCKNUT- YOUR GIRLFRIEND WAS ASSAULTED BY A RAPIST, DO YOU THINK SHE WILL BE IN THE MOOD FOR ANY INTIMATE CONTACT OF THAT NATURE?! THINK, SHITHEAD, THINK! I know I am not alone in thinking this, and finally, when Anna has enough of his selfish ways, she make him pay for it most satisfyingly that it will no doubt make you laugh if not shock you first. Can you say "PWNED"?. >:-D

I would also like to bring up the violence in this movie- despite some pretty out there moments, this movie doesn't use bloodshed as liberally as Argento's other films and despite it being a film about rape, there is no nudity (that I saw...) and thank Mephisto for that. Argento knows he is dealing with something quite heavy, and although it may seem very odd that he is showing his own daughter being subjected to such humiliation, he still treats the issue with sensitivity and he does not glamourize it. In an essense, this is perhaps Argento's most realistic film, and despite the dated visual effects (such as pills going down an oesophagus), the story is backed by many stunning moments, such as below...

                               
                                                            Merry Christmas! :-D

Overall, this movie was as solid as they come, despite it's serious misstep, and it showcases what Argento could be if he stopped making films laden with gore and little else. If he could some day make another film with a heady mix of thrills and story credibility, he could reclaim the ground his has lost in recent years and thus reclaim his old audience and claim a new one.