Peter Brook’s Lord of the Flies

Peter Brook’s adaptation of Lord of the Flies isn’t the definitive masterpiece your 11th grade English teacher would have you believe. It’s probably why most don’t waste a week of class time showing it anymore. The film has its ups and downs, because of how Peter Brook chooses to tell the story. Lord of the Flies has two distinct styles within it, and while this makes for a disjointed whole, it also makes for a gripping finale.

The first half of Lord of the Flies, which sees Ralph, Piggy, and Jack begrudgingly working together to make camp and attract rescue, mimics the feel of a documentary.  This creates an objective look at the characters, their actions, and the plot, yet keeps the audience at a distance. Brook keeps the camera tight on the boys, which attempts to put the audience in the action, but fails to map the island. With the geography of the island obscured, it becomes difficult to properly place the action, and even harder to become immersed in it. Because the parameters of the island are undefined, it’s hard to tell when, say, Ralph is walking into danger, and hence, there’s very little dramatic tension, even though it feels like there should be.

The lack of involvement, however, does make the film’s second half seem more exciting. As soon as Jack divides the island, Brook begins using his spatial shortcomings to his advantage. It becomes increasingly more difficult to tell what is going to happen or how it plays out. For instance, Brook raises the tension during the boys’ bonfire celebration, and edits the murder that closes party with jump cuts. It’s disorienting and ambiguous. The documentary perspective, which at first hindered the film, turns on the viewer, because instead of experiencing the murder in long shot, the boys attack the camera straight on, breaking the fourth wall and attacking the viewer. Finally, Brook brings the viewer into the film and punishes them for wanting to be there.

Ultimately, it’s hard to say if the ends justify the means. By keeping the audience at a distance for so long, Brook runs the risk of losing them entirely. However, because he makes the finale such a visceral experience, it’s hard to say he did us or the book any injustice.

Walking Dead “Clear” revives a dying show

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For all its millions  of viewers, The Walking Dead has never been bullet proof to headshots from critics and fans alike. But a few weeks ago, in the midst of a pretty bland third season, AMC aired a one-shot episode that at first seemed wholly irrelevant to the season’s major arcs. Already we had a bizarre trio of leads (Rick, Carl, and Michonne) and an ironically unclear mission. For a show that’s played it safe for the past 20 episodes, everything about this felt off in the best way possible.

The Walking Dead is a very different show from when it started. Not unlike one of the show’s biggest influences, LostThe Walking Dead used to be home to a series of flashbacks and intercut story arcs that heightened tension and fleshed out other areas of the show’s universe. Perhaps the most famous exhibition of this is Shane’s great and final turn in season two’s “Save the Last One.” The episode used flashback to build upon Shane’s guilt over sacrificing a partner for the greater good. The show presented the moral grey areas of the end of the world by challenging and engaging the viewer with multiple points of view. Like a film noir, it engaged in an investigatory plot that worked perfectly. Two or three showrunners later, the ongoing zombie apocalypse seems destined to shed itself from the narrative smarts that its fans and critics continue to hope it will reclaim.

The show’s third season, by and large, has whisked away any semblance of this kind of narrative intrigue. After all, it’s much more comfortable hanging on to the painfully familiar and rarely exciting trials of quarreling neighbors. And while the characters, new and old, continue to inspire audiences to seek out the show, the actually gripping aspects of the show are generally lost.

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CHUD Review: Crazy, Stupid, Love

Crazy, Stupid, Love was, like Our Idiot Brother, one of the great comedic surprises of 2011. It’s an unassuming, surprising comedy that stars Steve Carrell and Kevin Bacon. Kevin Bacon! Plus, there’s a third act turn that’s hard to top. Check out a snippet of my review: 

This comedy about finding first love at any age will please an audience who spends most of theirlives looking for smart, character-based comedies, with clever plotting and great performances.

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CHUD Review: Our Idiot Brother

Believe it or not, not every movie is a piece of garbage. For example, Paul Rudd’s pretty remarkable Our Idiot Brother. Nailing all the sappy Apatow bits we crave and casting Paul Rudd in a role that even the Dude would abide, Our Idiot Brother was as surprising as it was funny and engaging.

Here’s what I had to say at CHUD:

Paul Rudd manages to charm the ugly, Incan board shorts out of everyone in this light and heartwarming comedy. Neither slight nor mean spirited, Our Idiot Brother excels at making Rudd’s character Ned an endearing slacker worthy of our 90-minutes, even if his on-screen sisters seem intent on proving that he isn’t as cool as we think he is.

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CHUD Review: Green Lantern (2011)

2011 was a rough year for DC Comics, and their old buddy The Green Lantern wasn’t helping. Martin Campbell and Ryan Reynolds let a lot of people down with this cartoony and convoluted adaptation, especially those hoping The Green Lantern would be any good. Here’s a clip from my review:

The problem with Green Lantern isn’t the acting, script, effects, etc. It’s the amount of them. Campbell embellishes the Lantern’s every quirk with high gloss, making the film about as subtle as a punch in the face.

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CHUD Review: Passion Play

What more could be said about 2010′s Passion Play? It’s the film star Mickey Rourke called “terrible.” He wasn’t kidding. Here’s an excerpt from my review:

For the first time since the Breaking Bad series four finale, I screamed obscenities at my TV–albeit far less enthusiastically. 

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Undercutting Classics

Because who needs another in-depth review of universally agreed upon classics.

Metropolis (dir. Fritz Lange – 1927)

Metropolis cleaves society into two parts: the Head, the wealthy industrialists who enjoy the spoils of their city of light and electricity, and the Hands, the workers living below the city who maintain the machines that keep the Head spinning. Somewhere in the middle is Freder (Gustav Frohlich). The son of the mayor of Metropolis, Freder decides that with the help of the prophet Maria (Brigitte Helm), he will bring harmony to the head and the hands. Of course, Freder’s father, Joh (Alfred Abel), hates team work and commissions his mad scientist, Rotwang (Rudolf Klein-Rogge), to build a robot in Maria’s likeness to help squash the seeds of dissent. Dads.

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