Faulkner was the first thing that came to mind when I was watching Beasts of the Southern Wild. The usual elements were in place: rural US South, drunken behavior, living through the death of a loved one, loss of innocence, shattered and realigned memories, etc. However the film definitely took it a step further, employing youthful fantasy and a number of riotous-joyful-parties. The more consideration I give Beasts of the Southern Wild the more I enjoy it. It doesn’t settle to tell a story in the usual way, explores the world largely through a very young girl’s eyes, and (for us in the North) gives us a different part of the country that we usually aren’t privy too. While it isn’t the best film of 2012 it is a must see.
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When you consider Miranda July films you’re given characters who are often hyper-aware of their own existence. They are quick to impress us with their quirks, well-delivered lines and responses, and unbelievable conscious abilities. No doubt her movies are truly farcical tales. Eagle vs Shark is the opposite (in those terms but not in terms of quality). EvS’s main characters are barely aware of the world around them and live in a bubble of inanity. They are worse than caricatures as they don’t even amuse. The story-line takes the audience on a journey to nowheres-ville, New Zealand where absolutely nothing enjoyable or thought-provoking happens. I’d call it a train wreck but that would have been better. Eccentric personalities and stylish-directing does not make a movie, rather they attempt to cover-up the scars of non-existent character growth and story developments, a plotless plot, and the sad fact that this movie is in total a complete bore.
Here’s a film that could have been much more than an overly dramatized silly historical fiction. Shekhar Kapur’s directing is very shaky and his attempts to make things look interesting instead of presenting them as they are utterly detracts from the substance that could have been. Then we have Joe Fiennes steely-gazing at the camera for the first two-thirds of the film before the major plot-hole/line turn him into a simpering psychotic. Then enter Daniel Craig and his gangster walk, entering the Queen’s palace no-holds bar. The feigned brutality to wake up the audience and gain some sort of sympathy fails to accomplish just that. Cate Blanchette, Geoffrey Rush, Richard Attenborough, and a few others keep this moving from falling apart completely. In spite of this, my hopes for the sequel remain high.
Gangster walk available at the 3:50 mark: