Showing posts with label Ryan Gosling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ryan Gosling. Show all posts

Tuesday, 31 December 2013

Only God Forgives Re-Review


Director/Writer: Nicolas Winding Refn

Starring: Ryan Gosling, Kristin Scott Thomas, Yayaying Rhatha Phongham, Vithaya Pansringarm, Bryon Gibson, Tom Burke

Synopsis: Julian (Gosling) and his brother (Burke) work in the criminal underground of Bangkok, with Julian dealing drugs to retain power. When his brother is killed he sets out to find the person responsible, pushed to such violent revenge mainly by his mother (Scott Thomas).

Author’s note: Back when Only God Forgives premiered at the Cannes Film Festival me and many others were sitting excited in the packed cinema. The film began, it looked beautiful and for 1 hour and 30 minutes, but it seemed like that was its only interesting facet. The Cannes press argued for the entirety of the festival over the flawless or flawed nature of the film (depending on their siding). I fell into the disagreeable category, disappointed beyond belief at Refn and Gosling’s follow-up to Drive. I spoke to a handful of people who were in two minds about it but one person seemed to indubitably “get it”. I didn’t want to lose face by going back on what I had wrote in my review but after hearing him wax lyrical about the symbolism, characterisation and construction of it I knew I had to give it a second-look. That time has now come with the home entertainment release. And the man who made me change my opinion of the film was Damon Wise who, incidentally, conducts the Q&A on the DVD/Blu-ray. He knows the film as good as its director, making the film a must-buy for film fans – not only to let people give the film another viewing, perhaps changing their opinion of it, but also to hear two men speak fascinatingly at length about the markings of this complex film.

Under plenty of consideration, there’s little to my first review that I now still stand by. Only God Forgives works on various levels, getting under your skin and burrowing into your subconscious.

Much like Fear X and Vahalla Rising, Only God Forgives plays off minimalism and style in order to portray narrative and tone. It may not be a conventional way to watch cinema, but it is an exciting one. At one point during the commentary (henceforth to be referenced to mark the DVD/Blu-ray’s worth) Damon Wise mentions music akin to Bernard Herrmann’s Vertigo score. This comment extends to a conversation on atmosphere and how Refn first saw Vertigo, not completely understanding what was happening. The reference perfectly reflects the experience of watching OGF, a bizarre foray into the vengeance sub-genre. Still, much like Vertigo, there is a dedicated following and critical appeal to be gained from the off-key style.

Perhaps what will hold up most of all for OGF is the cinematography and music. Larry Smith has repeatedly been praised in both positive and negative reviews of the film. It is a truly beguiling series of images that make up the film, always full of depth. As Wise remarks, Smith’s cinematography has an “inky quality... [where] things come out of the shadows, out of the darkness”. It is observations such as these that make the special features on the disc so special. There’s interpretation and discussion to be heard and had from Wise and director Refn’s commentary. If you aren’t wholly caught under the film’s spell, perhaps you’ll grow to change your mind after hearing their thoughts. If, when listening to the supplementary audio track, you find it difficult hearing the dialogue there isn’t much to be missed. For one, the dialogue is sparse (or, subtitled and easily read) and two, you take more notice of Cliff Martinez’s score. With both diegetic sound occurring, and Refn and Wise chatting away, you take note of the score’s power – it radiates, piercing through the other sound, even. As Refn puts it, "Music was in the foreground".

Refn additionally mentions the command of Cliff’s score by noting how the film was “conceived as a silent film" – a nod to all those who complained of the film’s all-too-subtle script. Often classed as a visionary, watching OGF emphasises Refn’s control over visuals. It may not only be sound that penetrates you, but such vibrant colours. The director mentions how the film’s colour was inspired by old Disney movies, a better indicator than any on how important it is. If, by the end, the film has not satisfied you in terms of narrative, it should have via aesthetics.

As a story, it is a tough one to follow. You may be confused by the presence of Vithaya Pansringarm (dubbed “The Angel” by some) or put off by the muted appearance of Ryan Gosling. Gosling has his moments of impacting the odd scene, but he still appears worryingly wooden. Of course, it is part of the film’s set-up, but his performance still feels slightly too restrained. However, if Gosling takes a back seat, so to speak, co-star Kristen Scott Thomas ignites the screen with her fiery mother character. Swearing and swaggering through the Thai landscape, she is an assertive presence in the film. With this mix of actors their respective characters; there is an added anomalous feel to the whole thing – clearly off-putting for some as seen on its initial release.

Definitely a mixed bag for most film-fans yet it should eventually been seen as a sublime piece of art; it is, it seems, something that needs a second glance. It also benefits from the DVD/Blu-ray extras, including a sterling commentary from an absorbing filmmaker and a discerning Damon Wise. Extra pleasure for Gosling fans come in the form of the behind-the-scenes extra that includes one or two Gosling quips.

Film: **** Extras: ***

Also posted on LiveForFilms

Tuesday, 9 July 2013

Cannes 2013: Only God Forgives Review



Director/Writer: Nicolas Winding Refn

Starring: Ryan Gosling, Kristin Scott Thomas, Yayaying Rhatha Phongham, Vithaya Pansringarm, Bryon Gibson, Tom Burke

Synopsis: Julian (Gosling) and his brother (Burke) work in the criminal underground of Bangkok, with Julian dealing drugs to retain power. When his brother is killed he sets out to find the person responsible, pushed to such violent revenge mainly by his mother (Scott Thomas).

Only God Forgives as a follow-up to the magical contemporary masterpiece that was Drive was never going to be easy. However, it really seems that Refn rushed into production on this film, overlooking the time needed to craft an imaginative or entertaining film. Only God Forgives is beautiful to look at, and will leave you mulling over its style and substance long after, but in the cinema it’s a dull drag of an affair.

We all love a cinematic man of mystery. The enigma of a quiet, withdrawn character can be seductive and as Ryan Gosling showed in Drive, the silent types are sexy. For his part in Only God Forgives the man says close to nothing in the entire 90 minutes – a cardboard cut out would have sufficed in replacing Gosling as he’s pretty lifeless throughout. Similarly, Vithaya Pansringarm’s villain, who has his moments of edgy and explosive violence, looks and acts the same in every scene. The only character who adds some life to the film is Kristen Scott Thomas, clearly having a ball cursing constantly and playing extremely against type.

In contrast to Scott Thomas changing her appearance and manner for Refn, the director himself sticks squarely to the style he’s renowned for. His red-tinged shots and neon-lit, Noé –esque lighting are almost farcical in their exuberant utilisation; at points it’s embarrassing to see how desperately he wants his auteur quality on show. Gosling, who seems to speak less and less as he continues through his film career, clearly keeps his Drive persona in mind for playing Julian yet, like the director’s flair, escalates that method to an absurd level (almost mute). In an odd way you can see an attempt to amplify the genius of his previous, successful, filmography (violence, style and hip music) that completely fails. What’s left are a bunch of actors lost to wander through a tedious story yet captured elegantly in stunning photography.

Refn comrade Larry Smith (Bronson and Fear X’s cinematographer) joins the crew and puts a crisp sheen on every inch of the frame. Aesthetically it’s a treat – something that you will want to look at again, ignoring the plot – with perhaps more work going into the construction of colour, sets, lighting, costume and framing rather than a narrative. As with Vahalla Rising, this is a slow-moving yet sublime piece of art that will require a second glance, preserving some interest, fortunately.

A disappointment and a crying shame – Refn and Gosling not performing as well as one would hope. After the breathtaking Drive and the vitality of Bronson and Pusher 1 – 3, Only God Forgives feels limp and vacuous. Like a beguiling painting, you spend the time staring at its majesty even if you don’t quite understand or enjoy the overall work.

***
Only God Forgives was competing in the Competition Selection at Cannes 2013. Also posted on LiveForFilms 

Saturday, 12 January 2013

Gangster Squad Review


Director: Ruben Fleischer

Writer: Will Beal

Starring: Josh Brolin, Ryan Gosling, Emma Stone, Sean Penn, Anthony Mackie, Michael Pena, Robert Patrick, Giovanni Ribisi, Nick Nolte, Josh Pence

Synopsis: Based on a true story, Gangster Squad follows an off-the-books team of LAPD officers trying to take down a ruthless mobster, Mickey Cohen (Penn), in 1949 Los Angeles.

There is an eternal air of interest in the mob story. Back in the 1930s and ‘40s the gangster genre was a booming success at the box office. Citizens (mostly those in America) still tackling the crippling debt of the Depression found some odd solace in watching an anti-hero take what everyone wanted – money. The likes of Scarface (the Howard Hawks version), Little Caesar and The Public Enemy highlighted this new breed of man - they were exciting, taboo and fresh. As cinema changed so did the crime film, constantly changing focus from police to the thieves. Gangster Squad is the latest attempt at cashing in on cinemagoers fascination with cops and criminals and, more specifically, the familiar flashes of Tommy-gun shots and Art Deco backdrops of the City of Angels.

Visually the film is dazzling – exuberant colours, varnished sets and alluring costumes. Director Ruben Fleischer has clearly studied the aesthetic of these films (from the early classics, the Hollywood Renaissance’s Chinatown to the early ‘90s masterpieces such as L. A. Confidential) and brings a stylish showmanship to the project. Some issues arise in how much Fleischer enjoys brandishing said style; a superfluous Snyder-esque obsession with slow-motion and “interesting” camera angles/set-ups often distract from the story at hand. The scenes that play best are the static shots showing pure violence. If the 1930/40s films had to shy away from brutality and sleaze, Gangster Squad in the 21st Century takes great pleasure in its freedom to do just the opposite. When the butt of a gun is pummelled into a mobster’s face or a round of ammo pounds through a goon, it makes an impact, in frame and out. However, presenting these moments in slow-mo (as Fleischer habitually does) extracts that visceral element and implants a feigned quality.

Buying into the plot is never difficult, though there are moments where capturing the essence of that era requires outdated dialogue. For some these may prove too jarring for a contemporary audience, not wholly aware of the meaning behind such lingo. What’s more, the sheer bravado on show may, at points, appear laughable; a montage scene midway through that boasts unbridled masculinity seems both fun and funny.

Sean Penn as the villain suffers the worst of the script, with lines such as “back home I was a gangster, now I'm GOD”. Despite getting the short end of the straw with the screenplay, Penn does a fantastic job at playing the hot-headed hustler. With sunken eyes that appear to blacken completely, like a great white ready to kill, Penn comes across as a truly malicious figure. Characterised as a man with an army of henchmen, there has been some effort put into the presentation of his men, too. Troy Garity as the snake-like Wrevock earns enough attention to make the Cohen troupe very formidable.

The villains are strongly outfitted, perhaps more so than the leading men – the eponymous Gangster Squad. Josh Brolin as the protagonist has no faults; he fits into the world with perfect ease. His rugged, grizzled manner makes for a great contemporary Bogart. Less can be said for his company, predominantly made up of cliché stock characters. Ryan Gosling, Hollywood’s main man, whilst providing a pretty face to the picture, and some decent quips, meanders through the narrative with a two-dimensional character. The remaining players, such as the token black guy (a charismatic Anthony Mackie), the Mexican half-wit (Michael Pena), the nerdy wire-tapper (Giovanni Ribisi, imbuing the film with some humanity) and the crotchety sharp-shooter (Robert Patrick, still a commanding presence), are given little-to-no introduction and are left with the dreaded omen of “which one will become the victim that pushes these guys to fight for all their worth” hanging over each of their heads. A final mention must go to Emma Stone who blazes up the screen with a fiery magnetism, though sadly that’s all she gets to do. Her chemistry with Gosling is still potent (see Crazy, Stupid, Love for the previous example) but the two share very little screen-time together.

Very glamorous though sometimes tawdry, it has sincerely exemplified the quality of the classic gangster film. Whilst characterisation and script are poorly executed, Gangster Squad is an entertaining piece of cinema. More of a guilty pleasure, it’ll never garner the praise of Fleischer’s muses (unabashedly hinted at throughout, including one scene literally lighting up the frame with a “Chinatown” sign), and will doubtfully gain those films’ immortality.

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By Piers McCarthy. Also posted on Flickering Myth