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NYAFF 2023: BACK HOME
The 22nd annual New York Asian Film Festival took place between July 14 and July 30. For more information on what you missed, click here.
In my review of Kitty The Killer from earlier in the festival, I made note of how action movies get a certain amount of leeway that other genre fare doesn’t get.
I was not expecting such an immediate validation of my whole thesis.
Nate Ki’s directorial debut Back Home is a horror movie that, while ultimately too muddled to be a full success, has its fair share of very effective unnerving moments… as well as some would-be spooky scenes that feel overly familiar, which can be the kiss of death when it comes to the horror genre.
The story is set up with a welcome efficiency in its opening moments: Wing Lai (Sean Wong as a child, Anson Kong as an adult), a Chinese expatriate living in Canada, returns to his home country when he receives word that his mother Tang Wai-Lin (Bai Ling, either unrecognizable or I’ve gone face blind) attempted suicide and languishes in a coma. It’s not a happy homecoming, as he has very painful memories related to his upbringing, as definitively demonstrated in the very first scene, a POV shot that places the viewer in his shoes as his mother repeatedly tries to slap the third eye out of him.
The third eye being the one that allows him to see ghosts. He says he’s gotten over it, but the vision he had of his mother sitting on his couch in a cocktail dress with her tongue removed right before receiving the call about her condition somewhat puts the lie to his claims.
That his comatose mother is also missing her tongue isn’t a particularly great portent, either.
Settling into his mom’s apartment, he meets the neighbors, prominent among them a friendly elderly couple who claim to have known him as a child (Tai Bo and Helen Chan as Uncle and Grandma Chung), and Yu (Wesley Wong) a young boy who, it soon becomes clear, shares with Wing the ability to see ghosts. Though he shows little interest in solving the mystery of what happened to his mom, a rash of attempted suicides in the building and a lurking mystery about the abandoned seventh floor draw him in to the kind of supernatural conspiracy that defies all logic and reason… both in the world of the film and for audiences alike.
The thing that Back Home does as well as, if not better than, any other horror movie I’ve seen in quite some time is make the layer between fantasy and reality gossamer thin. So many horror movies, favoring shock over atmosphere, make the tactical error of having clear delineations; how many times have we seen a scene that ends with the protagonist waking up from a horrible moment? It’s a quick fix of endorphin rush, when creating a consistent sense of disorientation and dread without the comfort of that release would be so much more effective.
Here, strange beings lurk in the background, uncanny and unacknowledged, the dead seem to briefly return to life in a crowded room and people staring right at the body don’t seem to notice. Even the ostensibly normal people have a habit of sticking around just a beat longer than is comfortable, as if their systems are ever so briefly glitching out. It builds an undercurrent where the viewer finds themselves just as unmoored.
So its a pity that the film doesn’t have the will to stay in that space for longer. About halfway through, we start getting more of the conventional scares: ghosts poking their heads in through cracked doors, a spectral presence in an incongruous form (in this case, geisha gear), taking the authorities to the spot where they saw the thing, only to reveal nothing, making the protagonist seem crazy… we’ve seen it all before, and while it looks better than 90% of case (Director of Photography Rick Lau and the Art Direction from Ceci Pak Pur Sze and Cheung Bing create some undeniably gorgeous imagery), there’s no escaping the mold permeating all those moments where the movie is supposed to be at its most horrifying.
For all the attempts to wring scares out of old saws like ghosts singing nursery rhymes and haunted elevators, the most visceral moments come in much smaller moments, like an unnerving lingering shot of the passengers in a toy car (all credit to the deft, restrained sense of when to cut and not cut from editor Barfuss Hui) and the deliciously wince inducing punchline to a runner about Wing clicking his thumbnail when he’s agitated (all credit to Lau Chi Hung’s exquisite sound design)
The cast is very good, which helps. But the further into the movie we get, the more I had to question some of their choices. The flashbacks that provide insight into Wings traumatic past plant an interesting seed in the idea of exploring the strain of having a child so connected to the supernatural, a sort of dark mirror to The Sixth Sense. But as it plays out, Bai Ling only has a couple of moments of maternal affection and the rest of the time she’s just a loon crowing about how he drove his father away (plus one particularly tasteless and unnecessary scene of sexual assault thrown in for little gain). Watching the slow collapse of Tang, and how Wing might have difficulty reconciling his abuse at her hands with a misplaced sense of guilt that his abilities might have driven her to it, just plain would have made for a stronger connection to the themes the film seems to be toying with.
Without question, she’s very, very good at the loon stuff. But… to what end?
And it’s even odder that they don’t really connect Wing’s past to Yu’s present, except in the broadest of strokes. The way the film resolves, it doesn’t even seem necessary for Yu to have been able to see ghosts in the first place, except as an excuse to throw in more cheap scares. And it all culminates in the reveal of a conspiracy that really could have landed if they’d just cut out a few of those aforementioned cheap scares for a bit more thematic development. Wing is made an offer that should have been tempting, but since we got a snootful of his trauma and none of his life outside it, we’re not given any reason to think what’s on offer is a thing he would even want. It simply doesn’t land
But whatever the failings of Back Home, it feels they could very easily be chalked up to the sort of rookie mistakes that befall any overly ambitious first timer; if lacking in focus, Nate Ki absolutely displays an impressive level of skill for a debut feature. Back Home may not have entirely worked for me, but it’s got more than enough goos qualities to make me eager to see where he goes from here.
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NYAFF 2023: MAD FATE
The 22nd annual New York Asian Film Festival took place between July 14 and July 30. For more information on what you missed, click here.
I have spent well over thirty minutes just trying to come up with an opening sentence to lead into my review of Soi Cheung’s Mad Fate, something a little bit more articulate than ‘that was… deeply, deeply insane’, but I keep coming up short.
Probably because the movie is deeply, deeply insane.
Now, it’s a Milky Way Production, so we already know that at bare minimum it’s going to be a high-end bout of insanity, but regardless, there’s no way around the fact that this movie is unhinged in ways that mostly work for it, and a few that work against it.
And its that way from the very start: the opening set piece involves an attempt by The Master (Lam Ka Tung) to save the life of May (Wong Ching Yan Birdy), whose star chart portends doom in the next couple of hours unless The Master can perform a special ritual to change her fate. That the ritual involves a (fake) burial is… well, just par for the course, apparently. But a sudden torrential downpour almost turns the fake burial into a real one and May rightly flips out and leaves before the ritual is complete.
Determined to save her life, The Master follows her back to her apartment where the first of many, many unexpected events occurs: upon returning to her apartment, May is set upon by a serial killer who, despite being interrupted by Siu Tung (Lokman Wong), a delivery boy with the wrong address, manages to slice her to absolute ribbons.
The Master arrives too late to save May, and in the second of the unexpected events, the cops arrive and give chase to the actual killer (a.k.a. The Murderer, as played by the impeccably named Chan Charm Man Peter), cutting off at the knees my assumption that The Master or the delivery boy would be mistaken for the killer.
The third, and perhaps least expected of all the moments in this opening act, was the moment where the delivery boy goes into a trance and starts splashing around in a pool of May’s blood like Gene Kelly in a rainstorm.
Taken in for questioning by one of the cops (Berg Ng, credited only as The Veteran), The Master senses a potential for evil in Siu Tung and vows to combat fate itself by
At this point, it is probably worth noting that The Master considers Fate to be a manifestation of God on Earth.
So, yeah: this is a buddy film about a potential murderer and a mystic who team up explicitly to spite God.
Like I said: deeply, deeply insane.
The script by Melvin Li and Yau Noi Hoi (with a credit for Chan Siu Hei as ‘assistant screenwriter’) benefits from a heedless pace and a bold, almost reckless approach to its big ideas. It is, perhaps unsurprisingly quite rare that a film is so top heavy with conceptual brush strokes that an actual serial killer becomes little more than a Macguffin. But it makes for interesting viewing.
Adding to the bewildering nature of the film, is the tone. I don’t think it’s unfair to say that Asia has a different philosophy and intellectual approach to matters of the supernatural and the afterlife. And as always, I have to allow for the possibility of the western disconnect; there are concepts here that might come naturally to its local target audiences, the nuances of which would be entirely lost on less informed outsiders. But while the movie traffics unrepentantly in absurdity, the thing that might be most disorienting to western audiences is just how seriously the film seems to take all of this. The opening scene read as almost slapstick in its convolutions, so when the tone turned grim, it was a bit disorienting to adjust. While I would never call the film in any way dour or humorless (there are any number of unexpected, fully intentional laughs), the concepts it delves into the deepest are the ones that we’re less inclined to take quite so seriously here. But then, with a protagonist like The Master, it’s unclear just how seriously we’re meant to take all the talk of stars and signs in the first place. Which is as good an excuse as any to transition to talking about an aspect of the film that might be polarizing: the performances.
As a buddy film, much of the overall success for audiences will rest on the chemistry of the two leads, the ways in which they bounce off of one another. And these are two characters who, to put it mildly, don’t fall into the usual buddy dynamics.
Siu Tung would be a tricky character to pull off even in a more conventional film: a character who is capable of terrible things and only barely motivated to not do those terrible things, but is also (allegedly) the victim of cosmic forces beyond comprehension. Yeung does frankly impressive work marking out a character who the audience roots for, without making him in any way likable, and only sympathetic in a very abstract (some might say, cosmic) sense.
And his reactions to The Master are extremely well calibrated; not as easy an ask as it might sound, because Lam Ka-Tung is doing a lot.
It’s strange to think that his opening scene with May is him at his most subdued, because for any other actor, I might put that at an 8. But after that understandably intense set piece, when Ka-Tung starts interacting with other characters, he’s so twitchy and high-strung that it became a bit off-putting; this is the de facto protagonist of your film. Are you sure this is what you wanted?
Turns out there’s a method to the madness, and when we find out what it is about 45 minutes into the proceedings, it both explains everything and gives Ka-Tung license to go ever further over the top, until eventually the Earth itself is merely a cosmic speck, spinning in the void.
It’s… an acquired taste of a performance. But perfectly in line with the films aggressively offbeat agenda.
There are lots of things I could go on to mention, like the inexplicable use of maritime and classical music pieces as comical counterpoints, or the satisfying way most of the characters are credited by their professions or affiliations (or in the case of The Murderer, their hobbies): besides The Master and The Veteran, we have Prostitute May, Prostitute Jo, and The Master’s Ex-Girlfriend (an extremely brief cameo by Zhao Yiyi who, weirdly enough, always made a brief cameo as an ex in Everyphone Everywhere. Curious bit of typecasting, that). Or the deceptively innocuous way The Murderer re-enters the picture after having gone missing for like an hour of screentime. Or the incident that takes place in the morgue near the end of the movie. Or the visual metaphor of an ant in a puddle, which lands way better than it has any right to. Or the incredibly impressive cat puppets which might require a trigger earning for animal lovers. Or this film’s truly deranged take on the concept of a happy ending.
Or this, or that, or the other.
The point being this: even if you don’t like Mad Fate (and as it happens, I rather did), it still leaves even the most jaded viewer with gobs and gobs of stuff to talk about afterwards.
In that sense, it seems impossible not to respect the sheer audacity of Soi Cheang. This isn’t just another genre exercise that plays the hits. It’s ambitious, unpredictable and entirely dancing to its own tune. You will not guess how this movie ends from where it starts, and that’s a rare enough phenomenon that it deserves all the attention it can get, and then some.
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NYAFF 2023: GREENHOUSE
The 22nd annual New York Asian Film Festival took place between July 14 and July 30. For more information on what you missed, click here.
Greenhouse has been billed as a thriller, and ultimately it is, though it takes an extraordinarily different path to get there than personal festival favorite Geylangs’ more visceral approach. It is nothing if not a slow burn, more akin to a psychological drama than a nail biting seat clencher. So much so that at a certain point I found myself checking out of the narrative; when one utterly predictable plot turn was followed by a fairly ludicrous one, it shattered my suspension of disbelief and I just waited for what felt like the inevitable so I could move on to the next, hopefully better, flick.
It’s good to be wrong sometimes.
As it turns out, Greenhouse is playing the long game; once again I cackled when I realized what the film was actually up to, and the cascading series of bad luck, bad decisions, and terrible consequences that both feel out of nowhere but also inevitable made me regret ever having doubted writer/director Lee Solhui.
If you have doubts, stick with this one; it gets gooooooood.
Lee Moon-jung (Kim Seohyung) is a troubled woman who is doing her best to put a brave face on. Her son, in juvenile detention for reasons that aren’t particularly important, will be released soon, and she’s pinning all her hopes on getting a new apartment for them to live in, a prospect he seems to reject outright. As it currently stands, she spends her nights at a remote greenhouse in which she’s carved out a messy but functional living space. Her day job, as a caretaker for blind, elderly Lee Tae-Kang (Yang Jaesung) and his Alzeheimer suffering wife Hwa-ok (Shin Yuensook), affords her access to a car and human contact; aside from the free group therapy sessions she attends, she doesn’t seem very capable of human connection at all.
That changes, sort of, when she befriends another member of the group, the clearly unstable Soon-nam. Fresh off a suicide attempt and the death of her mom, Soon-nam takes a liking to Lee Moon-jung, and circumstances lead Moon-jung to invite her to stay for a couple of days to get away from an abusive partner.
Like all acts of kindness in films of this nature, it’s a move that may or may not come back to haunt her.
These early scenes, all based in the quotidian details of day-to-day life, do draw you in. There’s no sense of tension, no sense of impending doom, just an overall pall of depression, with flashes of wry humor (the leader of the group therapy sessions generates no small amount of giggles with her inane platitudes and performative cheeriness).
But, of course, things start creeping in around the edges. Hwa-ok has periodic fits of rage in which she hits Tae-Kang or accuses Lee of wanting to kill her and her son; Lee is warned that Soon-nam drove a previous member of the group away with her obsessive behavior; the kindly old man gets some very bad news… things don’t even remotely start out happy. But, as it turns out, they can always get worse.
But there are moments of kindness and minor joys interspersed throughout, mostly involving Tae-Kang: a lovely sequence in which Lee finds a way for him to drive a car despite being blind; when he meets up with
It’s nice to have these things to hang onto when everything goes terribly, terribly wrong.
Obviously I’m not going to spoil the incident that takes place roughly halfway through that kicks the thriller elements into Medium Gear (slow burn, remember), but while it is a moment that seems almost inevitable as soon as the specter is raised, the action that follows rests on a coincidence of timing and a completely unmotivated turn from a character that, frankly, isn’t well-developed enough for the whole thing to seem like anything other than a painful contrivance. You can see the strings being pulled, which is never good for a movie of this kind.
And for me personally, it really impacted the next scene, which is as close to a conventional thriller set piece as the movie gets; a genuinely Hitchcockian episode that would have worked so much better for me if it hadn’t been set up in such a hackneyed way. And yet, divorced from all of that, it’s a highly effective sequence.
The film then proceeds to go even further down the rabbit hole with a twist that comes out of absolutely nowhere, involving a character that hasn’t even been properly introduced yet. But in its way, this almost worked for me; it’s an absolute contrivance, but it’s also such a wild swing that even though I was on the verge of rejecting the premise, I had a deep curiosity about where all of this could possibly be going.
And that patience was rewarded. It turns out this twist adds psychological texture to an earlier reveal, and plays with the films themes in a very intriguing way. And as the characters’ bad decisions start piling up, the film makes great use of its jagged edges; it’s not a case of all the threads coming together, as it is everything falling apart with a kind of deranged yet inevitable logic, an anti-Rube Goldberg trap that still destroys everything and everyone in its path.
The more I reflect on Greenhouse, the more what I initially perceived as flaws sink into the background, as the end product proves a bleak, compelling and original vision of a woman in trouble. It’s not the most elegant piece of work, but its cumulative force cannot be denied.
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TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES: MUTANT MAYHEM Review: The TMNT Movie We Should Have Had Decades Ago
PARAMOUNT PICTURES and NICKELODEON MOVIES Present A POINT GREY Production “TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES: MUTANT MAYHEM” It took the better part of four decades, at least two separate reboots (three, depending on how you’re counting) for Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird’s Teenage Ninja Mutant Turtles to finally receive the big-screen treatment they’ve always deserved and yet – somehow inexplicably – they haven’t received until writer-producer Seth Rogen, his longtime writing-producing partner/lifelong friend, Evan Goldberg, and writer-director Jeff Rowe (The Mitchells vs. the Machines, Gravity Falls) stepped in to take over a perpetually floundering big-screen franchise.
Of course, the turtles have had ample success in other media beyond their comic-book origins and merchandizing second to none, specifically multiple animated series across those four decades, series that, individually and collectively, primed generations of TV viewers of all ages for the literal heights of movie-theater screens. Why, however, that success has eluded them until now probably has something to do with a lack of, if not ambition, then imagination, relying on crude live-action hybrids (first animatronics, then CGI/mo-caps) to do the serious lifting story- and character-wise.
With Teenage Ninja Mutant Turtles: Mutant Mayhem, that’s no longer true. Despite once again focusing on the turtles and their origin story, the decision to go not just fully animated, but to fully embrace a distinct, rough-hewn style for character designs, backgrounds, and the inevitable set pieces, but to also deliver a layered story involving the bickering protagonists and their distinctly teen, distinctly relatable concerns, while also mirroring those concerns thematically in a villain and his mutant cohort is nothing short of brilliant. That Rogen and company don’t forget to keep the story constantly moving forward while also delivering a fair share of comedic bits and consistently humorous sight gags makes this latest reboot the first film in the series to be actually worthy of a sequel.
After rapidly dispensing with the overly familiar origin story involving a rogue scientist, mutagenic ooze, and said ooze infecting the teens of the title, Leonardo (voiced by Nicolas Cantu), Raphael (Brady Noon), Donatello (Micah Abbey), and Michelangelo (Shamon Brown Jr.), and their adopted father figure/martial arts mentor, Master Splinter (Jackie Chan), Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem, skips ahead 15 years. Living in the sewers with dear old xenophobic dad, the turtles have taken his anti-human advice to heart, fearing what they don’t understand and avoiding human contact wherever and whenever possible, running errands in the dead of night while wistfully conjecturing about the human world below.
PARAMOUNT PICTURES and NICKELODEON MOVIES Present A POINT GREY Production “TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES: MUTANT MAYHEM” That desire for connection, adventure, and experience, all universal to the teen experience, drives the turtles’ first meeting with April O’Neil (Ayo Edebiri), here an enterprising teen reporter for her local high school hoping to get the kind of world-changing scoop that will make her name and her reputation. That she’s trying to overcome an unfortunate on-air incident adds to her relatability; likewise, her natural curiosity when the turtles, springing into action hero mode for the first time, help April recover her stolen scooter.
PARAMOUNT PICTURES and NICKELODEON MOVIES Present A POINT GREY Production “TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES: MUTANT MAYHEM” And thus begins a beautiful friendship between the turtles and their first but by no means last, human ally. Having stumbled into something far greater and far more sinister than a stolen car/scooter ring, the turtles and April find themselves playing detectives to track down the latest in a long series of high-tech machinery being collected by the turtles’ bizarro mirror image, Superfly (Ice Cube), an incredibly bitter human-hater with a typically grandiose, comic-book villain-inspired plan to literally remake the world in his own image.
Superfly’s plan doesn’t win points for originality, but at least it gives Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem the high stakes it needs to put the titular heroes in world-saving mode. Not surprisingly, the set pieces get bigger along the way, allowing Rowe and his team of ultra-talented animators to leverage their imaginations to the highest degree possible. To say the turtles have never looked like they do here is an understatement. To say they’ve never better isn’t one.
PARAMOUNT PICTURES and NICKELODEON MOVIES Present A POINT GREY Production “TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES: MUTANT MAYHEM” The deliberately unfinished, hand-drawn look of the turtles and their environments may just be worth the price of admission alone but add to that engaging storytelling, lively characterizations, and positive, community-centric character arcs, and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem qualifies as a win for the turtles without hesitation, reservation, or doubt.
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem opens theatrically on Wednesday, August 2nd.
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A Not Wholly Unbiased Review of TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES: MUTANT MAYHEM
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“TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES: MUTANT MAYHEM”The year is 2014. Five years after purchasing the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles property from Peter Laird’s Mirage Group, Viacom releases their first theatrical TMNT movie, via Paramount. The lead-up to the film engenders dread and apprehension among its fanbase as each announcement, trailer, and new piece of information (including an atrocious and allegedly genuine leaked script) fuels the horrible realization:
These people have no idea what they’re doing.
Fast forward to 2023; Paramount has their head in the game for their third at-bat. This latest reboot of the property is steered by comedic veteran Seth Rogen, a lifelong Turtles fan, producing and writing as usual with his partner Evan Goldberg. It’s amazing to see the difference in reactions as the response has been, for the most part, very positive. Each trailer and clip feels fresh and exuberant, with unique animation, a more youthful approach to the turtles, and a large cast of mutant characters and designs clearly channeling – for the first time in a movie – the 1987 cartoon (the property’s most familiar and, for many, most nostalgic iteration). Fans are actively anticipating, rather than dreading, heading to a movie theater because they can see that there’s some genuine passion concerning what they love.
Film review or criticism is usually supposed to be objective and impersonal, but that ain’t happening here. The Turtles are easily my favorite property or fandom or what have you. I’m that guy who knows every nuance, owns all the comics, collects the action figures, you name it. For this review I actually watched the movie twice before locking in my thoughts – first with my kids, and then again on my own.
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“TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES: MUTANT MAYHEM”From the beginning, Seth Rogen’s been vocal about his plan to make the Turtles more like real teenagers – thankfully he didn’t mean a raunchy Superbad approach, but rather portraying kids who react and behave like kids, and voiced by actual teens. Despite the “Teenage” moniker, the Turtles have always been kind of treated more or less like adults (not to mention their saga has extended well beyond their teenage years in every medium, and in many stories simply are adults).
In this, he nailed the approach and it works really well, and the boys (Nicolas Cantu as Leo, Brady Noon as Raph, Micah Abbey as Donnie, and Shamon Brown Jr. as Mikey) are fun and endearing as the four young turtles, ready to go out and explore the outside world but held back by their apprehensive father and teacher, Splinter (Jackie Chan), whose frightening experiences with the surface world have led to bitterness and cynicism against humanity.
The Turtles’ and characterizations are spot-on, each holding true to their classic personalities while reworked a bit to give them a little uniqueness in this new context, including visual nuances and, in terms of their design initiative, asymmetry.
As with every version, the story begins some fifteen years ago when a vial of mutagenic ooze is accidentally lost in the sewers, where it encounters four baby turtles, changing their lives forever. Some details of the origin story are slightly retrofitted and commingled with that of the film’s other mutant characters and scientist Baxter Stockman (Giancarlo Esposito), but it’s no worse for these changes.
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“TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES: MUTANT MAYHEM”As the boys become old enough to go out on errands and food runs, it does little to sate their need for outside friendship and “human” connection. Things start to look up when they encounter their first human friend, April O’Neil (Ayo Edebiri), an aspiring journalist. It’s one of my favorite portrayals of April, who in recent iterations has trended toward being more of the Turtles’ same-age counterpart and less like a big sister or den mother. This April is more of an outsider than previous versions, which lends a slightly misanthropic spark to her partnering up with the Turtles – for once, she needs their friendship as much as they need her. Meanwhile, urban legends and increasing reports of a criminal gang run by a “Superfly” (Ice Cube) catch their attention, and together they hatch a plan to get the Turtles the human acceptance they crave, and April her big break, by taking down Superfly and his goons and having April broadcast it to the world.
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“TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES: MUTANT MAYHEM”Turns out Superfly isn’t just a name – he and his cohorts are mutants, including fan favorites Rocksteady (John Cena), Bebop (Rogen), Mondo Gecko (Paul Rudd), and Leatherhead (Rose Byrne) among several others. When the Turtles meet the larger mutant cast (or the “Mutanimals” as they’re known in other iterations), they discover they aren’t simple baddies but a sympathetic group of characters, and even a bizarre family of mutantkind which readily and openly embraces the Turtles (definite shades here of the X-Men and their relationship with Magneto and his Brotherhood of Mutants), shifting perceptions and casting doubt on the original plan.
Superfly, a new character spun off of Baxter Stockman (who in several TMNT iterations was himself transformed into mutant fly), is a definite highlight of the movie, brought to life by Ice Cube in a standout performance that capably points the needle from hip and friendly to darkly sinister.
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“TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES: MUTANT MAYHEM”The movie’s a blast. It’s all a lot of fun and the treatment is mostly both reverent of the material and high-spirited in the Rogen-Goldberg mold. The unique animation has a sketch-paint look that’s one-of-a-kind, both totally amazing and yet deliberately unpolished, giving so much character and style to a familiar story. The colorful palette and character designs recall the 1987 cartoon while also feeling a little more grounded in the art and world of the comics. And unsurprisingly for a Rogen-Goldberg joint, there were tons of laughs.
On the second viewing, I was also much more aware of how incredible the music is, mixing up old-school hip-hop with a brash, moody, and low-end-heavy score by Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross. If there’s any weak spot in the music, it’s that I couldn’t pick out a “main theme” by ear.
While I loved the film, there’s one pretty major bummer that I’m not thrilled about, regarding one of my favorite characters, Splinter. He’s often the character whose adaptations have suffered the most over the years: unfortunately a lot of writers just don’t understand who he is, what to do with him, and to a smaller extent that remains the case here. Happily, most aspects of this character are spot on: a loving if overbearing dad, a wise teacher, and a devastatingly capable fighter, though showing his age. Jackie Chan is a wonderful fit in the role, delivering a sensitive and endearing performance that really expresses the relationship that Splinter shares with his sons.
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“TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES: MUTANT MAYHEM”But this telling also seems to strip him of his identity, repeating one of the worst mistakes of the 2014 movie and making him a seemingly random New York City rat with no mention of any Japanese or Asian ancestry, nor martial arts background. Splinter’s own relaying of his origin seems to sever any historical ties to Oroku Saki (the Shredder) or Hamato Yoshi (Splinter’s human companion or human identity, depending on the telling). This point is even driven home in a scene where the Turtles realize they don’t have a last name (suggesting they have not taken up the adoptive mantle of the Hamato family).
This might seem like a small quibble, or even as slavery to retreading ideas that have already been done, but these details are not just nerd-rage talking points: they speak to Splinter and the Turtles’ core identity. These points don’t really impact the narrative so far, but they are relevant to the future of this narrative. Inheriting a family feud is the primary conflict of the larger Turtles’ saga, and it would be a palpable loss, rendering far less relevance to the Shredder if he’s just some random villain stripped of these personal stakes (and doubly so another major character, his daughter Karai, who serves as a direct foil to the Turtles).
Being an immigrant family is also an important part of the Turtles’ cultural identity, and the potential loss of their heritage is not lost on Asian-American children of immigrant parents or grandparents – myself included. I remain hopeful, as the casting of Jackie Chan acknowledges at least that Splinter is coded as Asian, and his tale is left just open enough that maybe he simply hasn’t told us his full story and that fuller answers will be revealed in time.
One major gripe aside, this is not only a really solid Turtles movie but a terrific and highly enjoyable movie in general. My audience laughed and cheered, especially at the “Fan Event” preview which would’ve pulled in a more focused core group than a typical showing. I also found that I liked it more on the second viewing, which is a terrific indicator that it’s going to be one to watch and rewatch.
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem opens theatrically on Wednesday, August 2nd
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Living With Miyazaki, Part 11 – THE WIND RISES
The Final Life Lesson From the Animation Maestro
Previous life lessons:
Part 1: LUPIN III — THE CASTLE OF CAGLIOSTRO
Part 2: NAUSICAÄ OF THE VALLEY OF THE WIND
Part 3: CASTLE IN THE SKY
Part 4: MY NEIGHBOR TOTORO
Part 5: KIKI’S DELIVERY SERVICE
Part 6: PORCO ROSSO
Part 7: PRINCESS MONONOKE
Part 8: SPIRITED AWAY
Part 9: HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE
Part 10: PONYOAnd so we come to the final lesson.
For now.
Even as I write this, Japanese audiences are getting a look at How Do You Live, the new “final” film from Hayao Miyazaki (although this time, retirement probably will take, whether Miyazaki wishes it to or not). GKIDS will be releasing the film under the title The Boy and the Heron in America sometime this year.
But for the moment, the journey ends here. Not with a fantastical kingdom under siege. Not with magical creatures running amok. When characters take to the skies in The Wind Rises, it is only possible through dreams or machines that extract an awful cost in exchange for bringing those dreams to life.
It is impossible to view The Wind Rises independently from its framing as the intended final statement from Miyazaki, capping off a decades-long run as the world’s preeminent animation master and one of the shining paragons of the cinematic form regardless of genre or medium.
When viewed through that prism, or simply in contrast to the candy-colored fantasia that was his previous film, the steadfastly earthbound nature of The Wind Rises can’t help but shock. Gone is the whimsy and the (literal) flights of fancy. We are bound to the unmoving province of the real world, where disease can consume true love and war can consume continents. No reprieves. No magic fixes. No happily ever after.
Instead, Miyazaki takes you through the life of an artist, from youthful idylls and daydreaming through the diligence required of mastering a craft, through careers ups and downs, trials and errors, up to and including those electric moments of sudden inspiration and revelation where the artist has their art revealed to them as if it has been whole and complete the entire time, waiting to be revealed.
The only problem is that the artist is creating something horrifying.
Jiro just wants to create planes. Well, actually, what he really wants to do is fly, but his lifelong nearsightedness puts an end to that dream before it can even really begin. Instead he devotes himself to the study of building planes rather than flying them, years of study bringing him to the forefront of the industry while he pursues his perfect, purest design. Except as anyone who sits down to watch The Wind Rises will most likely already know going in, what Jiro is building towards is the creation of the “Zero”, the notorious plane used for kamikaze suicide raids by Japanese pilots during World War II. In his pursuit of creating beauty, Jiro is enabling, maybe even strengthening, true evil in the world.
Does Miyazaki feel the same way about his own work? Does he look back at one of the most illustrious careers in all of film and animation and think, ‘What have I done?’ Throughout The Wind Rises, Jiro visits an ethereal dream-space shared with his hero, the Italian aeronaut Giovanni Caproni. There Caproni (in what is either a visitation to a spiritual realm or Jiro’s own subconscious sounding alarms) remarks that while planes are a beautiful dream, they are also a “cursed dream” and will only lead to war, death, and ruin.
Is the dream worth the cost? Can any dream be worth such a cost?
On initial release, some took issue with The Wind Rises, viewing it as an apologia for Japanese war crimes during the Second World War. In another dream sequence, Caproni compares planes to pyramids, another astounding achievement that cost unfathomable amounts of human lives and human suffering in order to exist. Caproni phrases it as a choice, and asserts that he has chosen a world with pyramids in it. To the naysayers, this is Miyazaki letting his heavily fictionalized version of Jiro off the hook.
But The Wind Rises does not actually presume to answer the question it poses. It spends two hours laying the question out and leaves you to wrestle with it for the rest of your life. How responsible is the artist for how their art is used? Where does that responsibility begin and end? What is the acceptable price we will pay for advancement (technological, artistic, personal, etc.)?
I don’t have an answer. I’m not convinced that Miyazaki has an answer. I think it’s the kind of question most people get angry at having to consider if you don’t frame it to them in a gorgeous, entertaining movie that doesn’t announce the barbed hooks until they’re safely planted under your skin and about to tug.
But the real life lesson from this film, and from all of Miyazaki’s films, is right there in the title, taken from Paul Valéry’s “Le Cimetière Marin”:
“The wind rises! We must try to live!”
It may only be Miyazaki’s final film that is actually titled How Do You Live, but each film in his career is essentially asking and answering that question over and over again. And not just “How?” but “Why?”.
Why keep going when all seems lost? Why try to make tomorrow better when all signs point to it being every bit as bad as today? Whether his characters are eking out an existence at the edge of an ever-growing radioactive wasteland or simply young people lost in an adult world that makes no sense and doesn’t play fair, again and again Miyazaki brings his protagonists face to face with the inevitability of doom, failure, decay, hopelessness, and dares them to give up.
But…they don’t.
As one of the lepers says in Princess Mononoke, “Life is suffering and pain. This world and its people are cursed, but we still wish to live.”
The trademark beauties of Miyazaki’s films and Studio Ghibli’s output in general become more meaningful when viewed in contrast to the statements of this nature present throughout the various works. The world may be cursed, but there is still wonder to be found in a sizzling plate of delectable food, in the music of water rushing over stones, in the feel of wind on your skin as it wraps all around you. You may write these things off, in movies and in life, as passing fancies. As incidental, forgettable distraction in between the important achievements and moments of your life.
But it is these things that keep you alive, that make the world so beautiful that you fight to remain in it, no matter how painful things might get. Loss and suffering and death are what we inherit as humans brought to life upon this planet, but in between these certainties we can steal all the joy and wonder that our hearts can possibly bear.
We can’t control the times we live in. But we can choose how we live during it.
At the close of The Wind Rises, Jiro is confronted by the devastation his creation wrought and by the woman he loved but lost to a terminal illness.
In a kingdom of ruin, in the land of the dead, a man is still moved to tears and can only speak of gratitude.
The wind rises.
But we will try to live.
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PASSAGES and the Irresistible Chaos of Connection
Ira Sachs’ latest quietly devastating drama is all about the power and pain of human desire–but does it place polyamory in an emotional crossfire it doesn’t deserve?
Tomas (Franz Rogowski) is a mercurial art film director whose professional outbursts mirror his personal ones. He loses himself in parties with friends, constantly seeking new stimulation; his husband, Martin (Ben Whishaw), has quietly adapted to Tomas’ unpredictable behavior, finding method in his madness–even Tomas’ spur-of-the-moment romances with others. Tomas’ sudden spark with schoolteacher Agathe (Adèle Exarchapoulos) catches both men by surprise–neither Tomas nor Martin knows how to confront Martin’s emerging bisexuality. Tomas loses himself in the passion of being with Agathe, but when Martin decides to explore his own affections elsewhere, Tomas’ resulting emotional frenzy threatens to wreak havoc on all three connected partners.
Befitting its title, the characters of Ira Sachs’ latest film are perpetually caught in liminal spaces. Its biggest moments occur in places of transition–hallways, sidewalks, vehicles–as the three leads pursue passions or surrender them to others. Likewise, any moment that takes place in somewhere static–a classroom, kitchen, or more pointedly, a bedroom–threatens to gather up the energy of its stationary characters to near breaking points. After Tomas’ first encounter with Agathe, Martin cautions him that something like this happens to Tomas after he finishes a new project; that filling one emotional void leaves Tomas with another. When in motion, Tomas is especially happy to shed off his excess energy–when forced to stand still, he can’t help but want to be anywhere else. To Tomas, to remain somewhere is to leave other places or people unexplored–left with nothing but the consequences of where he chooses to be.
It’s also fitting, then, that Passages’ opening scene features Tomas berating the lead of his film for their inability to properly walk down a staircase in what should be an interstitial shot. It’s a moment that should only last a few seconds onscreen but spirals out of control due to Tomas’ manic inability to convey what he wants as much as his actors struggle to adhere to his indeterminable direction. There are limits to how much Tomas can make himself understood, as well as to how others make themselves understood by him. As much as Tomas revels in this sense of emotional control, he’s blind to how much he can’t control his own emotions–even as everyone around him suffers for it. Passages maintains a patient yet exacting gaze upon the characters’ varying ability to reckon with these moments of emotional transition, and their inability to communicate and understand how precisely these characters impact one another.
Tomas, Agathe, and Martin’s central emotional dynamic undoubtedly makes for compelling drama despite their own admonishments of melodrama or erratic behavior; it’s a trait of Passages that drew both equal fascination and hesitation, as a cis bisexual man in polyamorous relationships. There are enough films and TV that dramatize negative tropes of both bisexuality and polyamory/ethical non-monogamy; there’s nothing more to be gained from yet another story about a depraved bisexual whose fleeting whims inflict emotional damage upon their partners, of bisexual characters who must be forced to pick a side, or of triad-plus relationships whose consensual formation contains within them the seeds of their own inevitable failure.
Passages doesn’t repudiate some of these ideas–the ethics side of ethical non-monogamy feel like an afterthought to Tomas–but Sachs’ film at least has the emotional and storytelling nuance to not root Tomas’ chaotic behavior in the non-conformity of his sexuality or relationships. While the character’s manic energy slashes the longevity of his connections from the start, Sachs and Rogowski are unrepentant about Tomas’ total fuckboy behavior. What’s more, Whishaw and Exarchopoulous effectively dramatize how such energy draws in both Martin and Agathe–and anyone who could be caught in Tomas’ gaze. Rogowski’s performance is both domineering and vulnerable, exuding an egotistical demand of the world shared between controlling creatives and petulant children; going deeper, Tomas’ sexuality seems to stem from this worldview rather than the other way around. As expressed by director Sachs, Tomas is more sexual than bisexual, someone whose endless drive for attainability and conflict doesn’t have its own roots in one particular sex. It’s clear that Tomas does gain some sincere emotional fulfillment through his relationships with Martin and Agathe; however, Sachs remains skeptical on whether or not the same fulfillment could be gained by swapping out either partner with any other member of the human race, as long as they manage to gain Tomas’ attention and affection. Mileage may vary on whether or not this is truly a subversion of the “chaotic bisexual” trope, or merely sexual semantics posing as a nuanced depiction of one’s non-heteronormative sexuality. However, Sachs and Rogowski admittedly place more emotional judgment not on Tomas’ choice of partners, but his crippling inability to nuture the connections he chooses to have with others beyond the passion of a fleeting moment.
At the same time, the vivacity belying such selfishness quickly inspires an equal frenzy in those around Tomas. Whishaw’s Martin and Exarchopoulos’ Agathe feel like they satisfy Tomas’ craving for reliability and stability for Tomas during emotional crisis; yet Sachs also infers how both partners find similar satisfaction in his appealing spontaneity. With impulsive and intimate sex scenes with both partners, as well as an obsessive amount of attention given once they surrender to Tomas’ pleas to connect with them, Sachs illustrates how rewarding Tomas’ attention can feel to Martin and Agathe even after putting in an unfair amount of comparable emotional labor to attain it. Non-Monogamy, like any relationship, can take an exacting emotional toll as one navigates complex new power and emotional dynamics. It requires self-introspection, attention, and emotional literacy. It’s a damn good amount of work required of anyone to make it work in the first place. While it’s clear that Martin and Agathe may possess the emotional wherewithal to make that effort for someone like Tomas, Tomas’ self-centeredness undoes any effort that his two partners may put into the emotional bonds they have with him.
It’s a nuanced take on polyamory that feels missing from most other dramatizations, admonishing how one person’s selfish actions and lack of communication may bring about an end to what could otherwise have been a healthy relationship dynamic. This is further evidenced in some of Passages’ most moving moments, notably in a climactic scene between Agathe and Martin where the two of them confront Tomas’ impact on them without him present. They find a quiet strength in one another as both metamours and loose acquaintances, a promising friendship undone by the strongest connection they have in common.
But as much as this is an aspect of Passages I praise, the briefly polyamorous nature of this triad’s relationship also feels like one of its most unrealized features. An earlier scene featuring Tomas leaving one partner’s bed for another in the same house may be the film’s most straightforward depiction of polyamory, but at the same time, it feels like one of its most reductive acts of representing what such ethical non-monogamy is ultimately about. It’s fair that Tomas may also have the same emotionally-stunted mindset while Martin/Agathe don’t, which is another reason why this triad seems doomed to failure. However, it feels like such a missed opportunity in Passages‘ brief runtime to deny further illustrating that what inevitably dooms Tomas, Martin, and Agathe’s time together are the individual choices made in their unconventional relationship and not the nature of the relationship itself.
The bittersweet nature of each of these relationships is only heightened by the amount of tenderness each of the three leads gives their characters. While Rogowski’s Tomas can’t help but be a focal point by being the most soft-spoken bull in an antiques shop you’ve ever seen, Whishaw’s Martin manages to be so level-headed in the most trying of emotional circumstances, underscoring a maddening amount of patience that this character has extended his partner over multiple years. Agathe is admittedly a cipher for a good portion of the film’s runtime, kept at arms’ length by being seen only through the lens of Tomas’ frenzied chemistry with her. However, Exarchopoulos lends Agathe greater shades of complexity as the film progresses, as someone attracted to Tomas as a repudiation of the mundanity of life, as seen in her life as a clubbing schoolteacher whose traditionally-minded parents prove to be rightly suspicious of Tomas’ infatuation with her.
In that way, Passages’ fascination with liminal spaces lends itself to the inner push-and-pull of its characters, not to be rooted in one emotional state for far too long, and just how fleeting and fluid our impulses and identities can be. For both Martin and Agathe, they find an intoxicating liberation in Tomas, just as Tomas finds safety in them as he struggles to deal with his own inner turmoil. Each of these relationships, however, is toxically predicated on needing one’s partners to fill a void; it reduces the complexities of others down to their ability to fulfill one basic need that can only be addressed by the self.
Passages opens in limited release on August 4th courtesy of Mubi.
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FANTASIA 2023: THE FIRST SLAM DUNK is a Shōnen Masterwork
Slam Dunk, the iconic sports anime/manga that ran for six years (1990-1996), left an indelible mark on the sports manga/anime. Now three decades later the original creator Takehiko Inoue makes his directorial debut, writing and directing the first new animated feature length film for the property in over three decades titled The First Slam Dunk. This latest entry was a box office juggernaut in Japan and I couldn’t wait to check it out at Fantasia.
I should probably admit that before sitting down, that I have neither seen nor read Slam Dunk, in either incarnation, and I am not the biggest sports fan either. That being said, Slam Dunk is a frantic nailbiter of a film, that like all great sports films at its core has a very human story.
The hook here is that the entirety of the two-hour runtime transpires nearly in real time within the framework of the high school championship game between two teams: the unbeatable Sannoh school, and the manga protagonists, the underdogs from the Shohoku High. As expected the team from Shohoku is your typical shonen ragtag group of outsiders who are faced with beating an unbeatable foe. Interspersed between the frantically paced game is the heart-wrenching story of Ryota Miyagi, the captain/point guard of Shohoku, who uses basketball to heal not only the death of his father, but also the death of his older brother who was a basketball prodigy. We soon learn this game has a very significant meaning to Royota, who after chasing his brother’s shadow for most of his life, is finally standing where his brother always dreamed he would be, facing off against Sannoh.
Unlike most anime films based on a series, The First Slam Dunk feels completely accessible to both fans and those curious to check this series out like myself. The ambitious real time game setup makes this a tense watch, since Inoue masterfully cuts back and forth using Ryota’s emotional story to amplify the game’s beats and illuminate the stakes to not only him, but his teammates. Ryota’s story is one of anger, loss, and how basketball carried him through all of that, taking the sports story and elevating it to something more human and accessible. It’s particularly interesting how this carries into his relationship with his grief-stricken mother, who lost not only a husband but a son, only to constantly be reminded of that loss daily due to both brothers’ shared love of the game.
The film and how it looks is unlike anything I’ve even seen in animation. It’s rumored there was a great deal of R&D put in to achieve its look that perfectly captures the fluid energy and motion of a basketball game, just animated. The animation style uses a combination of motion capture and 3D CG to great effect, while still keeping that hand drawn look of the original manga. Think Chainsaw Man, but a bit less stilted and more organic. There was also no doubt a theatrical budget at work here. This technology has surprisingly grown leaps and bounds in the last few years and does a breathtaking job here at recreating the action in a believable way, bridging the live action and animated world.
Slam Dunk is not just visually a sight to behold, but also a moving story of familial trauma, which is no doubt the reason it resonated with so many. Even while its story is steeped in shonen tropes, Takehiko Inoue has carved a deeply emotional tale in that testosterone and ambition, showing just how these principles and relationships on the court impact the lives off of it. Like any good sports story Slam Dunk is able to make its exhilarating story accessible on a human level; to be honest, I’ve never been more invested in and riveted by a basketball game my entire life. But for those two hours I was cheering the cocky Ryota and his teammates and hoping they were able to unite as a team and take down Sannoh in a story that is accessible to both fans and newcomers alike.
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NYAFF 2023: A TOUR GUIDE
The 22nd annual New York Asian Film Festival takes place between July 14 and July 30. For more information, click here.
I did, in my own way, actually feel like something of a tourist myself while watching Kwak Eun-mi’s thoughtful, wary drama A Tour Guide. It’s a story suffused with geopolitical nuance and ethnographic complexities that, as an American, I could only ever play at a full understanding. So it’s to this movie’s credit that despite having difficulty being able to grasp all the dynamics at play, I was thoroughly involved and occasionally moved by the emotional throughline and the strong performances.
The film starts in 2015, as North Korean defector Han-Young (Lee Sul) begins her training for the job of tour guide to Chinese tourists in South Korea; her time as a refugee in China has garnered her some fluency in the language, and her plainly stated ambition is to make a lot of money.
For an outsider such as myself, there was an almost anthropological interest in these early moments, which do a good job of delineating the rules and customs of the business, full of minor details that both paint in the edges of the world and give us insight into the character of Han-Young. Whether furtively taping torn up notes in the bathroom or chugging a beer with all the gusto of a fraternity pledge, there’s an aloofness and a certain quietude in Sul’s performance that makes her sense of displacement and loneliness all too palpable.
Han-Young’s first experience as a tour guide is a vaguely mortifying one, with her arriving late, failing to captivate the audience with her patter and getting stuck babysitting the kid of one of the tourists as they go to look around on their own, dead-ending in a failed attempt to get anyone to buy anything from the shop at the end of the tour (it turns out tour guides under this program work mainly off commission on products sold). But on the advice of her friend and fellow national Jung-mi (Oh Gyeong-hwa), she buttons down to really get a handle on the wants and needs of her potential “customers”; cue endearing montage of her googling ‘what do Chinese people like?’ and ‘what do South Koreans eat’.
And so I had just naturally assumed the movie would be a kind of look at the ins and outs of this specialized tour guide industry, tracing her gradual acclimation and rise up the ranks.
But as it turns out, the film has much larger ambitions in mind.
Han Young’s story unfolds over several years, which gives us a broad overview of her life and career amidst the ups and downs of an ever changing political landscape. When we first skip ahead in time to 2016, the outbreak of MERS has slowed tourism down significantly, and Han Young struggles to make ends meet. This gives her more time to brush up on her Chinese (she’s fluent, but perhaps not quite as fluent as she makes herself out to be), explore her general surroundings and try and track down and reconnect with her brother In-hyeok (Jeon Bong-seok), who defected some time before Han Young, but who has since gone off the grid. A visit from Li Xiao (Park Se-hyun), In-hyeok’s girlfriend with dreams of coming to South Korea herself and living with the siblings in one big happy makeshift family, causes complications that threaten Han Young’s ever more precarious lifestyle. And there are more problems to come.
I would be lying if I said I understood every last detail of the things that happened over the course of the film; I had to look up MERS, and a later reference to THAAD sent me right back to Google. But while this aspect or that might have been mildly confusing for me in the moment, the thread underpinning every last moment was never anything less than clear: this is a portrait of isolation, and how the arbitrary notion of borders and their unforeseen, uncontrollable consequences can breed regret and disillusionment like a virus. Han-Young starts out hopeful and optimistic about making a new life for herself, but over the course of several years, finds herself ground down and feeling displaced, with no home to return to. One by one her fellow refugees peel off for more hospitable pastures, leaving almost no one she can turn to except her personal protection officer Tae-gu (Park Jun-hyuk), who is responsible for her safety and assimilation. He is handsome and kind, but frequently little more than a voice over the phone asking her if everything is okay. And, as Jung-mi points out, in a situation as politically heated as the one these nations find themselves in, the differences between protection and surveillance can be marginal at best.
In order to get by Han-Young makes compromises, and then mistakes, but at a certain point is really does feel like the system is set up for her to fail. It’s not in any way meant as an insult to say that by the time the film approaches its conclusion, it’s not so much coming in for a landing as it is deflating; by the time she’s weighed her prospects and comes to an important decision about her future, there’s just a sense of both exhaustion and relief, and there’s something admirably about the final cut to black; almost a return of the determination she showed at the start, but with a newfound steeliness forged in her experiences, both the good and the bad.
And I think that’s the moment I ought to close out on: the good and the bad. I suspect I’ve made this film sound like a bit of a slog with a distinctly downward spiral, and it’s anything but that. Certainly it pulls no punches about the complications and disappointments of life after defection. But it never makes its points at the expense of the moments of joy and human connection that tend to exist in even the toughest of situations. Life isn’t easy for any of the characters here, but they soldier on regardless, learning from their defeats and taking pleasure in the fleeting moments of escapism or beauty. It’s a glancing look at full, complicated lives, and there will always be virtue in films that seek to capture such things. Especially when they’re as skillfully made as this.
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Disney’s HAUNTED MANSION is Grim, and will Leave you Grinning with its Ghostly Humor!
Haunted Mansion has Disney once again adapting the beloved dark ride to the silver screen nearly two decades after the previous endeavor, which featured Eddie Murphy who was fresh off the box office career killer that was The Adventures of Pluto Nash. While that Haunted Mansion wasn’t completely terrible (well… maybe it was), it failed its namesake by focusing more on its star and his on screen family’s hijinks rather than the Mansion and its rich mythology, which has its own very dedicated sect of Disney fandom, myself included. When a new film was announced, from Justin Simien, the director of Dear White People and Bad Hair, with a script from Katie Dippold the writer of Heat and in particular the 2016 Ghostbusters I was curious to see if that pair could crack the ride this time around.
While the film is more an ensemble chamber piece, our thruway is LaKeith Stanfield’s Ben Matthias, who was once an astrophysicist and now drunkenly conducts ghost tours in New Orleans, even though he doesn’t believe in ghosts. Ben is soon recruited by “Father” Kent (Owen Wilson) to investigate the Mansion, because he once invented a camera that can photograph the “spirit particle”, theoretically what ghosts SHOULD be made of. The only problem is, he’s never been able to find a real ghost to prove his camera actually works. When Ben arrives at the mansion he meets along with a host of ghosts, Gabbie (Rosario Dawson), a desperate mother and her eccentric son (Chase Dillon) who are looking to rid their house of the mischievous spirits so they can open a bed and breakfast. From there the layers of the story are simply pulled away as we discover one Hatbox Ghost in particular is to blame for keeping the ghosts in the mansion, hoping to collect 1000 souls.
First and foremost the film adapts the rich and morose mythology of the mansion, finely turning it and adapting it for the silver screen. Fans of the ride will definitely be pleased at how Justin Simien infuses the story with a litany of ride specific easter eggs and call backs, while not getting lost in the weeds of nostalgia as these things tend to do. The story here overall works rather well at tapping all the stories and haunted ephemera of the ride that it encapsulates and coherently bringing them together, while adding an original and rather charming subtext about grief and loss. I mean this after all is a film about ghosts and death, and thankfully those questions are not lost on Justin Simien or Katie Dippold, who use that angle to give the film its dark beating heart as we discover how that plays into the Hatbox Ghost’s ghastly MO.
As a horror guy, I was really surprised at just how hard they went with the scares, I mean take away the comedic ensemble of you’d have a much bleaker film. That’s something the 2003 version also lacked, and its at its core of the Mansion’s story is horror one, which always used its exaggerated gallows humor to offset the darker subject matter making it somewhat family friendly. I think they hit that mix of tones just right here. While the film no doubt has the scares, thanks to its ensemble and it definitely has the laughs. Accompanying LaKeith and Dawson’s rather delightfully engaging performances are Tiffany Haddish, Owen Wilson, Jamie Lee Curtis and Danny DeVito who do a great job at flexing their comedic chops and playing off one another injecting some great character moments into this camber piece ghost story. It’s that human dynamic under spiritual duress, and the comedy it inspires that really made this take on the story work for me.
Haunted Mansion will probably go down as one of my biggest surprises this summer. It got so much right with its approach, really capturing the dark ride vibe while still turning in a story that was as family friendly as you could get given the circumstances. While some hardcore fans may complain, as they tend to do, that it’s not the Guillermo del Toro version Disney once flirted with. If you ask me that film was already made and it was called Crimson Peak and it’s great, get over it, but it’s not a Disney film. That comes with that compromise of vision and tone you get when you make that Faustian pact with the Mouse. It’s how you can maneuver within that, which shows a director’s true strengths and I think Justin Simien has accomplished just that with a take that definitely deals out that Disney MO with its broad comedy strokes offsetting some surprisingly the dark and emotional story beats. So definitely check this out, because there’s always room for one more at the Haunted Mansion.