JOY
Really loved this. Best film I have seen in ages.
Anyone who has ever created something then fought against
all the odds to get it out there then been undermined, ripped-off and betrayed by a combination of tardiness, double-speak
and graft should go and genuflect at the screen. Terrific stuff.
Basically, it’s about a divorced
American mother who has two kids and a what? Dysfunctional will do – a dysfunctional
American family all living in her Long Island house: her mum and dad who are
divorced; her husband from whom she is divorced; her supportive gran who is
widowed plus her two kids. So, lots of tension stress and conflict. When the
film opens, she has a sense at times of things eluding her grasp, of the good
years slipping away. Then she invents the mop and the film follows her
struggles. Joy is essentially a film about crisis management.
Jennifer Lawrence plays her warm. You
warm to her from the get-go. She is a pretty girl but that isn’t why you warm
to her; she is given warm scenes and warm dialogue. We see her as a child in a
backstory scene, un-self-consciously befriending a little black girl, who
remains her best friend throughout her life. When the plumbing springs a leak,
it is Jennifer Lawrence who gets down on her hands and knees to repair it. We warm to her. I just don’t know enough
about cinema and acting to know whether directors cast people with warmth or if
it’s all in the script. She was warm in Hunger Games, warm in Silver Linings
Playbook; perhaps she will only do warm
films. Virginia Madsen, her sister [Terry] in Joy plays her cold. She is a
superb actress and could act anyone off stage . . . she was in Sideways, if you
can remember . . . and she played cold in that as well.
I’ve learned in my writing how to
create warm or cold characters. In Parallel Lines, Kiri is warm; she is the one
who everyone leans on. The one who metaphorically fixes the plumbing leak. In
the first novel, Riccarton Junction, she is hard and cold . . . to everyone . .
. until they can demonstrate trust. No, no I know it’s not as black and white
as all that but Sideways won its Oscar for Best Film [Adapted Screenplay] for
its depth of characterisation and it is that what makes Joy so great.
It has great pacing. It is ultimately a
biopic but the pacing has the effect of giving it the structure of a thriller
but . . . unlike in a lot of Hollywood movies . . . Joy does not solve any of her problems by
beating someone to a pulp in the third act. Just hard work and intelligence .
. . and no swearing or cursing, not once. This is a working class American
family and the word fuck is never heard, which has to be a first.
You can have what you want most in the world, but to pay for it you
must give up what you wanted second and third.’
. . . . is the tag-line of my second novel, Train that
Carried the Girl. And she does.
Gawd, I loved this film.
CYCLNG WITH MOLIERE
This is a 2014 French comedy that isn’t going to be to
everyone’s taste . . . it gets only 3* Reviews but we liked it. I quite like
the French and admire the way they have strived to protect their language and
culture and I quite like their gentle comedies.
We were in China once a very long time ago and stayed in a
freezing hotel whose only guests were Europeans. As it happened, we were there
on Bastille Day. During dinner, a group of French tourists stood up at their
table while food was being served and sang the French National Anthem, which is
called, La Marseillaise. All the Brits in the restaurant got up and shuffled
out but we stayed out of respect and stood with them on their special day. But
can you imagine a group of British tourists standing to attention in a Chinese
restaurant singing God Save the Queen? No? Neither can I but even if they did, would
the French or indeed any other nationality rudely walking out?
[Perhaps the Irish?].
Like all the best bitter-sweet comedies there is an underlying
moral in Cycling with Moliere which is that you can never go back. You can’t
return home after thirty years away, you can’t go back to that simple fulfilling
job you used to love; can’t pick up where you left off with an old friend you haven’t
seen in decades. For good or for bad you are stuck with the life you have
created.
French existentialism. I suppose it never died.
THE REVENANT
Haven’t got much to say about this. Everyone seems to have
an opinion.
What’s it about. Mans inhumanity to man, I think. Something I
tend to go out of my way to avoid in books, television, theatre and cinema. The
Guardian called it meaningless pain porn, ‘. . . vicious savagery justified by medieval
notions of retribution’.
I understand her point; it’s a very male film, awfully well
done like say Hurt Locker or Black Hawk Down, awfully well done and realistic but
ultimately, gratuitously violent.
Am I recommending it? Well, if you don’t know what happened
to the native populations of America when the Europeans turned up, then watch
it and learn. If you want to see what an Oscar-winning central performance
looks like then go and see DiCaprio strutting his stuff to terrific effect. If you
like gorgeous, immersive shots of wild scenery then go for that. But Joy, it isn’t.
It isn’t easy to write a revenge thriller. This is the
genre Ridley Scott specialises in; Alien is a revenge thriller. So is Gladiator
and Thelma and Louise but how do you bring about the revenge? Good guy/girl
kills the bad guy? Good guy decides revenge doesn’t actually make him a better
person and lets bad guy walk free? Fist fight on the edge of the cliff and the
bad guy falls to his death anyway? Good guy lets bad guy go ‘cause that’s what
being a true hero is and then the tiny/weak girl who was raped in the first
place takes the gun and blows his head off?
I’m not honestly sure the screenwriter gets it right in
Revenant. It’s adequate, I suppose. Six out of ten. Read Parallel Lines to see how it’s done. Or read the best revenge
thriller ever written, Dead I May Well Be
[Adrian McKinty].
