Thursday, 22 January 2015

Not with a whimper part two

So here we are, on the 22nd day of the 1st month of the 1st year of the 2nd half of the 2nd decade of the 21st millenium. All those ones and twos - they have to mean something, don't they? Some bizarre, post-binary omen... The perfect time to present...
It's the End of The Festival Celebrating the End of the World as We Know it!!! Here's the second half of the...you know the rest...
Seeking a Friend for the End of the World
Steve Carrel and Keira Knightley meet up two weeks before a giant meteor, “Matilda”, is due to hit the planet Earth and destroy all life forms. He is an unsatisfied insurance salesman who, when she apologizes for ruining his life, says “I had a big head start.” She is a slightly flaky optimist who misses the last plane home to England before all commercial flights are grounded. They go on a road trip to try to achieve some meaning in their last remaining days, he to attempt a reunion with his high school girlfriend, she to find a plane that will take her home. Along the way, they meet all kinds of people who are dealing with the upcoming end of the world in their own ways, by “finally taking that pottery class” to doing heroin (“Bucket list!) to just carrying on as does the news anchor who decides to keep broadcasting right until the final day. There are some truly funny scenes, including one in a roadside eatery, “Friendzy's”, where hedonism reigns. The truth of the movie lies in its emotional veracity and fearlessness in facing the sadness at its heart.
Steve Carell is amazingly good in this movie. I would compare him to Jack Lemmon in The Apartment, one of my favourite funny/sad movies. Both play men who have allowed their lives to be empty because they don't believe that they deserve better. They are hapless and brave and sweet. Like Lemmon, Carell has the most heartbreakingly sad smile, and I can't watch the last few scenes without a tear in my eye. This is the best of the “end of the world” movies, with the most consistently good writing and the best mixture of the comic and tragic. If you see only one apocalyptic movie before we all die in a blazing fireball...

Melancholia
First of all, I would cut out the first 25 minutes of the movie, and hope that everyone in the theatre is so tired and depressed at this point that they don't notice. The movie starts out with a long sequence involving the elaborate wedding reception of a woman which is being hosted and choreographed by her sister and her wealthy brother-in-law. It's not that this is poorly done or lacks dramatic tension. It's just that it has almost nothing to do with the second half of the movie, which takes place some months later as the newlywed woman leaves a mental hospital and goes to stay at her sister's house. It's the same characters and setting as the wedding scenes, but really nothing in the first half is necessary to the second. 'Sright, Lars von Triers, I do think I know better than you how to edit a movie.
So as this visit begins, rumours and speculation abound regarding a newly discovered planet which some believe is on a collision course with Earth. The married sister, Charlotte Rampling, tries to avoid thinking about this possibility, while her smug husband Keifer Sutherland reassures their son that this is impossible. As you might guess by the movie's inclusion in my film festival, he's wrong and also absolutely no help as the two sisters try to protect the boy from the horrors of the situation while coping themselves with the inevitable annihilation of their planet. It is a chilling film, emotionally authentic, and incredibly moving. And that is the way the film festival ends, both with a whimper and with a bang.
THE END?