Showing posts with label redemption. Show all posts
Showing posts with label redemption. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Walk the Line (James Mangold)

'The Man in Black'.

"Walk the Line" is, without a doubt, one of those typical biopics that follow the 'redemption' dramatic formula as its narrative pattern. But armed with top-notch performances by Joaquin Phoenix as Johnny Cash and Reese Witherspoon as June Carter, the film achieved to be more than just another 'biopic' film. Of course it is strictly about Cash's initial rise, self-destructive fall and rise again as a musical icon, but it's also a subtly observant film that focuses about these two people's unorthodox human connection and the greatness of a slow-moving love.

Notice how in many films that tread the 'redemption' process as what I've mentioned above, the people to which the biopic is specifically center-weighted for typically goes through rushed marriages and easy romances with their better halves(see "People vs. Larry Flynt" and the classic "Raging Bull"), only bringing about problems on the way. "Walk the Line" (and Cash's romantic life) expresses utmost differentiation.

Sure, Johnny Cash's marriage with Vivian (played by Ginnifer Goodwin) was tackled in a fairly quick exposition, but with the film mainly about Cash's fascinating emotional exploits with June more than it is about his emotional and domestic problems with his initial wife, "Walk the Line", with a refreshingly patient direction by James Mangold, treated this Cash-Carter bond as a slow-burning fire. Fire that is occasionally being blown off by the wind, but still strives on with its flame.

Trickier as it may look to pull that extra-marital vibe off, the idea of being 'tricky' does not start there. It starts within the internalization of the actors themselves. James Mangold once mentioned in the "Becoming Cash/Becoming Carter" featurette that he is not concerned about whether or not Joaquin Phoenix would properly impersonate and emulate Cash's distinct gestures and facial expressions. What's important to him is the 'interpretation'. He is indeed more than correct.

I have seen images of the real Johnny Cash and trust me, aside from the slicked back hair, the facial structure of Cash and Phoenix are far from even being remotely similar. But guess what? Phoenix, for how much time he stayed on-screen, embodied the destructively alienating, non-conformist nature of the 'Man in Black', complete with powerful facial translations of a constantly self-debilitating internal conflict.

Phoenix, with a uniquely quiet intensity that is only his own, is such an inspired casting choice. Mangold could have gone for leading actors better-suited for the marquees but he chose not to. Besides, as what I've seen in his visual and dramatic treatment for "Walk the Line", the film is never made to be the usual Hollywood biographical offering. Aside from the common elements such as the non-linear opening scene, the childhood flashback and the aforementioned 'redemption' format, it's very different in context.

Sure, Cash came back, sober and all, to the music that he himself has nurtured and many people have since came to love with a better sense of inner peace. For some 'biopic'-fleshed main characters, coming back into a once abandoned limelight means going through a process of physical and mental self-improvement. A 'process' so honey-glazed that it seems too tiring and one-dimensional.

Cash, on the other hand, came back, black-clad, a slicked back hair and a voice colder than the night than it ever was before, to record live inside a maximum security prison while ridiculing its warden and critiquing its yellowish drinking water in the process. Talk about stern anti-authoritarian stance and a pair of steel cojones.

"Behind every great man is a great woman". That quote perfectly fits within "Walk the Line's" 'great love conquers all' theme, but I think it's better to rephrase that as "Beside every great man is a great woman". Johnny and June duet, don't they?

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Saturday, January 15, 2011

The Fighter (David O. Russell)

Mark Wahlberg and Christian Bale as Mickey Ward and Dickie Ecklund.

"The Fighter" is a boxing biopic that, unlike any other films of the said sports sub-genre that endlessly attempt to revolutionize fight sequences, is more concerned about Mickey Ward's (Mark Wahlberg) family's several dysfunctions than his boxing career and his professional fights. Dickie Ecklund, portrayed by Christian Bale in what may be one of the best performances of 2010 and arguably of his career, is Ward's brother and trainer whose uncontrolled carelessness and involvement with drugs made him one of the many reasons of their familial problems.

"The Fighter" is quite a riveting film that also depicts reality in small town America; a set of mundane existences that contains brawls, shouting contests and countless police arrests but always comes out as a human comedy showing folly as a way of life and the only mode of progression. Christian Bale's performance was so overwhelming in its screen presence that Wahlberg's portrayal of which should have been the central character of the film looked very, very pale in comparison. While Bale loses himself within the persona of Dickie Ecklund, Wahlberg is just Marky Mark being Marky Mark playing Mickey Ward.

Though the boxing sequences itself weren't really anything that evoke power, blood and in-ring claustrophobia ("Raging Bull" captured that perfectly), the slightly grainy HBO television broadcast visual look of the said sequences fully suggest of the film's realistic approach to the sport of boxing rather than a cinematic punch ballet ala "Cinderella Man" (though it's quite great).

I have no other problems with "The Fighter", I thought it was a great 2010 film filled with great performances (particularly by Melissa Leo and the bunch of actresses that played Mickey Ward's sisters). Maybe I just got too connected with the brothers' lives and their trying times outside the squared circle that when the screen went black with Ward's London victory succeeded by the obligatory title cards of "what happened next", I thought it should not have been the way it ended.

Ward's first encounter with the late Arturo Gatti would have given the film's thoroughly invested emotions a perfect fight companion and may also serve as the ultimate exclamation point to Mickey Ward's uphill climb story of an underdog making it big. Granted, the film has ended on a high note, but it never did try to reach the highest one there is.

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