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Monday, January 22, 2018

Risk And Redemption Along The Trail


“Sometimes I envy the finality of death. The certainty. And I have to drive those thoughts away when I wake.” ~ Rosalie Quaid

“I’ve killed everything that’s walked or crawled. If you do it enough, you get used to it.” ~ Captain Joseph Blocker


Westerns certainly aren’t what they were at their height, from the 30s into the early 60s when it seemed that every other movie featured cowboys, Indians, dusty towns, white hats versus black hats, and saloon fights. That’s not really a bad thing, because over-saturation of the genre nearly destroyed it, and the films we see now in that genre tend to be more thoughtful, and certainly shades of grey as opposed to the white hat versus black hat simplicity of stories that never caught the tone of the real West. Hostiles is a new film out in theatres, initially in limited releases in 2017, and it takes its place as a great film in the genre, telling the story of a small group of people travelling through achingly beautiful landscapes… towards different destinies. Along the way, we find that there are no heroes or villains, and that redemption and reconciliation can come in unusual ways.


The film opens up in 1892, with Comanches killing a man and his children, while his wife Rosalie (Rosamund Pike) evades capture and hides herself. At a New Mexico fort, a cavalry captain, Joseph Blocker (Christian Bale) receives an unwelcome assignment. His commander, Colonel Abraham Biggs (Stephen Lang) informs him that he is to escort a dying Cheyenne chief, Yellow Hawk (Wes Studi) and his family back to their homelands in Montana. Blocker, who’s spent his life fighting Indians, doesn’t want the assignment, but doesn’t really have a choice- the President wants the job done, and Blocker will be drummed out of his job and lose his pension if he doesn’t do it. He gathers up a group of soldiers for the ride north with the Cheyenne, and their journey will bring them to cross paths with the angry and emotionally scarred Rosalie in the wilds of a West that is supposedly tamed.


Scott Cooper directed and wrote the screenplay, which finds its source material in an unpublished manuscript by the late screenwriter Donald Stewart, who had a hand in scripts for The Hunt For Red October, Patriot Games, and Clear And Present Danger. Stewart won an Oscar for another screenplay, Missing, a historical drama that dealt with the 1973 Chilean coup.  The story makes use of the era- the 1890s, when the frontier was supposedly closed and Indigenous peoples brought to heel. It examines the tensions between the American military and those they have subjugated, but also tensions between Indigenous groups. Where a John Ford western might have gone for the simplicity of treating all Indians the same, a more nuanced look like this film clearly shows the differences- the Cheyenne don’t particularly care for the Comanche, and their lives and cultures are quite different. The two Johns, Ford and Wayne, would have never bothered with that sort of notion.


The story also takes full advantage of the beauty of the western landscape- and contrasts that with the turbulence of human bitterness, anger, and world weariness. Blocker’s personality is that of a man who’s killed too often in service of his country that he’s stopped counting, while Rosalie, shattered by the deaths of her family, starts out from that broken place, counting any Indian as the same. Both characters, as well as those around them, have to come out of their initial viewpoints and see things differently. The story is one that definitely plays to the complexity of the history of the West, with shades of grey all around, with indigenous peoples examined in detail in ways that would have never been done in a film sixty years ago. Yes, it does move into that movie cliché of white people finding themselves by saving native people, but it does so in ways that are refreshing, while respectful of those native people.


Cooper’s background as a director suits him well to the material. He started out as an actor but moved into writing and directing. The acclaimed character study Crazy Heart is one of his previous works, as is Black Mass. This film shows his strengths- his cinematography in capturing the wild, rugged beauty of changing western landscapes, is well done, and his experience as an actor shows itself in how he handles actors, bringing out terrific performances in them. There’s a lot of attention to detail throughout- the clothing, equipment, and locations all feel authentic, as if we’re looking a century plus into the past. Even the score feels very much drawn out of the old West.


The cast throughout the film are well chosen for their parts. Stephen Lang is authoritative and tough, but also somewhat sympathetic as Colonel Biggs. Timothee Chamalet plays a young private, the wide eyed Phillippe DeJardin, nicknamed Frenchie, with a naïve quality that you might expect out of a new soldier on his first assignment far from home. Jonathan Majors plays Corporal Henry Woodson, a Buffalo Soldier who’s brought in on the detail, and plays the character with a calm energy.


Rory Cochrane makes an impression as a sergeant, Thomas Metz, who’s known Blocker for a long while. He’s as war weary as the captain, but reliable and steady as you’d expect out of a career soldier. Ben Foster, who worked with Bale in the western 3:10 To Yuma, appears as Sergeant Charles Wills, not as part of the military detail, but now marked as a criminal, and he’s brought along on the trip in custody to await judgment, which makes the character something of a wild card for the story.


Adam Beach appears as Black Hawk, the son of the dying chief, a man who’s seen his people subjugated and broken down, but retains his own dignity in the face of all that. Q’orianka Kilcher plays his wife, Elk Woman, supportive and strong in her own way, a steady presence throughout the film. These are indigenous people with lives of their own, fully realized people that are far beyond the stereotypes we would have seen in a Western of the classic era.


Wes Studi first made an impression on audiences as a ruthless Pawnee warrior in Dances With Wolves, and followed that up with his most well known role. Playing the antagonist Magua in Michael Mann’s The Last Of The Mohicans, Studi played the character as a ferocious force of energy, a man driven by the pain of his own past into revenge. A villain Magua might have been, but his actions are understandable. Studi would later play an iconic figure of the West, Geronimo, in the film Geronimo: An American Legend, opposite Jason Patric, Gene Hackman, and Robert Duvall, commanding the screen every time we saw him. Here he gets a great part as Yellow Hawk, a fully fleshed out man nearing the end of his life. We can see why he’s respected among his people as a chief, a man who’s sacrificed much for them, who has seen the days of his people pass into something he could not have imagined as a child. There is a weariness in the character, but strength and dignity too, even as he finds himself in a lowly place at the end of his days, part of a military detail taking him home to die.


Rosamund Pike gets a fine part to play and makes the most of it as she goes along. Her Rosalie is a woman who finds her world completely shattered in a terrible moment. Her husband and children have been killed, and she’s witnessed it. In some ways it’s broken her spirit, driven her mad- something that is understandable. She holds a grudge, viewing all Indians the same- her initial hostility towards the Cheyenne family reflects that. Her journey as a character requires her to deal with her grief and emotional state- as well as come to terms with the fact that her anger is at times misdirected. The actress plays to that, bringing the grief stricken widow who forges on to vivid life. It’s a role that’s quite different from some of her previous work- Die Another Day, Pride & Prejudice, Gone Girl, or Wrath Of The Titans- but she makes it a compelling role to watch.


Christian Bale is a perfect choice for Blocker. As an actor he possesses that ability to disappear into the role in an understated way, and his character here is a world weary, cynical soldier who’s spent his life fighting and killing for his country- so much so that he’s lost count of the dead. He’s the sort of man who believes in God, and yet curses God’s creation. And he comes across, even though he doesn’t want the assignment, as the sort of officer who’s capable in his command. Blocker is the sort of officer that soldiers will follow, and Bale plays to that, as well as to the cynical weary quality of the man. It becomes a powerful performance, yet another one in a career of strong roles that is continuing to see the actor as one of the best of his profession.


Hostiles is not a light hearted film. Dark, powerful, and brooding, it contrasts the achingly beautiful landscapes of the west with the brutality and callousness of human nature. The story presents no traditional Western hero and villain, but a complicated shades of grey tale where everyone has complicated nuances with flaws and virtues. With its themes of agonizing grief, journeys, aching for home, and redemption, it proves to be one of the best Westerns in the genre.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Wrath Of The Cheesy McCheese


When I was a child, I was fascinated by the stories of Greek mythology. It probably started with a book on the subject by Ingri and Edgar Parin D'Aulaire, a husband and wife pair who wrote and illustrated children's books on myths and legends, among other things. I devoured as much as I could on the subject of Greek gods, heroes, and monsters, and the fascination has continued on ever since. I remember occasional visits to the Royal Ontario Museum (a place I really must revisit post haste) and peering at old Greek vases with imagery out of mythology etched onto each of them.



Well, let it not be said that Greek mythology isn't a source for Hollywood inspiration. It's a trend that comes and goes; the films which owed much to the work of special effects master Ray Harryhausen mined the stories decades ago, and in more recent years, we've seen a bit of a return to the genre. Not always for the better, however. Troy refashioned the story of the Trojan War. 300 mixed together history and ridiculousness (believe me, I hate that movie) to tell a story based loosely on the last stand of Spartan warriors against an invading army. And Clash Of The Titans was a remake of the original, the last major work done by Harryhausen himself.


Zeus, not releasing a Kraken


Both versions were loose adaptations of the Perseus myth, the more recent version even looser. By the end of that film, Perseus (Sam Worthington), having slain the Medusa and the Kraken, turns his back on his godly father Zeus (Liam Neeson), not to mention the mythological bride he was meant to be with, Andromeda, for a quiet life with Io (Gemma Arterton). In the myth, of course, this was pretty much the last we really see of Perseus, settling down to a life with Andromeda as a king and queen. Instead, the demonic studio executives (homo studious demonicus) decided to mess with the myth and make a sequel. The first film, cheesy and overblown, got something of a mixed reaction among audiences and critics back in the day; it got a quick glossover in the 3D format at the time (damn you, 3D technojunkies, why can't you just crawl back into the hole where you came from?). The studio execs figured, hey, why not bring it back again?


Why can't the Chimera just finish him off fast?

The result is Wrath Of The Titans. The film picks up several years later. Perseus (still Worthington, more's the pity) is living a quiet life as a widower with a son, Helius. His erstwhile dad comes to see him, telling him that the power of the gods is decreasing, thanks to all those thoughtless mortals not paying much homage as they used to. Perseus, who's had a mad-on for the gods and his dad most of his life, doesn't really care. Zeus and Poseidon (Danny Huston) descend to meet with their brother Hades (Ralph Fiennes); the three brothers  have the look of Jerry Garcia going on with the whole long hair and scraggly beard thing. You're half expecting a Grateful Dead reunion. Zeus and Poseidon are betrayed by Hades and the war god Ares (Edgar Ramirez), who plot to remain immortal by draining Zeus to revive the father of the gods, Cronos, one time leader of the Titans back in the day before Zeus beat down his daddy....

Confused yet? You will be....


Zeus, Hades, and Ares

Zeus is held captive. The wounded Poseidon escapes. Lots of Big Bads start to escape from the underworld, including one that destroys Perseus' village. Poseidon fills in his nephew on what's happening, and insists that Perseus must stop the machinations of Hades and Ares. To do so, he needs help, enlisting Queen Andromeda (the lovely Rosamund Pike, in a recast), Poseidon's son Agenor (Toby Kebbel, channeling the world's most annoying man, Russell Brand), and Hephaestus, the ingenious engineer of the gods, the lord of the forge. It's the last one of that trio who knows the way down into Tartarus, and who's all too briefly played by the always outstanding Bill Nighy. Perseus, Andromeda, Agenor, and a team of soldiers (soon to be monster fodder) are kitted up and led to the entrances into the underworld by Hephaestus, and down they go to their destiny.

No, this isn't the X-Men's Cyclops....

Really confused yet? Join the crowd. The film works, I suppose, as pure fluff and popcorn entertainment. Beyond that, it's not to be taken seriously. Director Jonathan Liebesman steps up to helm the sequel, and it's a bit of a muddle and a mess, with some assets and some liabilities. First, the liabilities: the special effects are a clutter, feeling not particularly well done. I chose not to see it in 3D, a format that frankly leaves me with a headache. It's a bloody annoying gimmick, and Hollywood really, really has to stop using it. The special effects themselves were inconsistent, and that's headache enough.


Poseidon and Perseus

There are a series of monsters and beasts throughout- chimeras, cyclops, and a minotaur, for example (what with Perseus' story ending after saving Andromeda, for the most part, they had to borrow beasties from other myths altogether). Sometimes these creatures worked well. Other times, their sense of scale or design was completely off. The minotaur, for example, didn't work at all for me; compare it, for example, to the minotaurs we see in the Chronicles of Narnia films. I can't recall offhand how much of the Narnia minotaurs were CGI as opposed to elaborate costuming, but those ones looked exactly like you'd expect them to look. Not so with this film, where the look of the minotaur just doesn't pass muster; it's quite disappointing. Another problem I had was the sheer amount of noise through the film. It felt overwhelming at times to say the least. Are the sound mixers trying to make the audience deaf? And the musical score, as in the first film, was undistinguished. I'd have to listen to it isolated to see if it has any merit.


You'd look cranky too if you were the god of the dead.

The trip down into the underworld felt interesting at times and at other times jarring and claustrophobic, a dizzying maze of special effects that at times felt a bit too much (I'd feel sorry for anyone watching it in 3D) like a Michael Bay film (and pretty much everything Michael Bay has done in the last decade is obnoxious). And by the time we finally see Cronos, a mountain of smoke and volcanic fire who's been held captive for however long, the Big Bad just doesn't work. I found myself contrasting what I was looking at with Lord of the Rings. Where the Balrog demon in the first film, a creature of fire and shadow deep in the mines of Moria, was a CGI effect that nonetheless felt very real, very much there in the moment with the members of the Fellowship, that's not at all the case in this movie. Cronos as a Big Bad never feels as if he's occupying the same space as our hero. That's a CGI special effect gone terribly wrong.


Perseus and Pegasus take on Cronos the cranky crankmeister lava mountain

The other outstanding liability lies in one cast member: Sam Worthington. He made it big because of Avatar (a film that I hate far more then 300; it makes my dislike of that film feel like affection by contrast). And since then he's been in a number of high profile films, including the first of the Titans films. This is an actor who's so painfully one note that he can bring a film crashing to a halt singlehandedly. He's a wooden actor who looks perpetually confused (not a difficult prospect for him, I'd reckon). He has no sense of presence in a film, just an empty cipher. I kept thinking back to Terminator Salvation, where his character is surrounded by better actors, and how outclassed Worthington is in better company.  As with the first film, the pattern repeats itself here. Worthington looks confused, blank faced, or annoyed through the whole thing. He's just not believable in the role... let alone any role. He's dull and completely uninteresting, and Hollywood needs to stop giving this guy roles. I mean right now.

"Um, is it time to start shooting the next Avatar yet?"


I did say something about assets, and so the film does have that. Liam Neeson and Ralph Fiennes chew the scenery as well as ever, playing out their sibling issues as brother gods on opposing sides. Ramirez is a suitable choice for Ares, who tends to be a sneering, ruthless sort of war god in the original myths as it is (and regularly a whining, overbearing brat, at that). Nighy and Huston are, as is so often the case, consummate professionals who are typically the most interesting parts of a film. It's a shame we don't see more of them. And Rosamund Pike is, as ever, fascinating to watch on screen.

"At least I'm not in a Twilight sequel."


Whether or not you want to see the film depends on your mindset. If you can put up with Worthington of the Blank Faced Expression, or the dizzying and inconsistent CGI. If you can find a version in regular 2D. If you go in with no real expectations of film genius. If you don't mind a cheesy film every once in awhile. This one will do it for you.



Just trust me. It is cheesy, and it does get messy. Especially with cranky lava Titans getting all fussy and annoyed with blank-faced heroes who have less personality then the winged CGI horse they're riding in on...