Showing posts with label Eliza Dushku. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eliza Dushku. Show all posts

Saturday, May 22, 2010

REVIEW: Locked In The Theater

Title: Locked In
Director: Suri Krishnamma
Running Time: 111 minutes
Major Actors: Ben Barnes, Sarah Roemer, Eliza Dushku, Abby Steinman,
Helen Steinman, Clarke Peters

Locked In The Theater

          Both the failure and the victory of Locked In, directed by Suri Krishnamma, is the lack of likeability of the main character, Josh, played by Ben Barnes. Josh is a man who doesn’t know what he wants and is unable to completely commit to any one thing in his life. Through flashbacks, Krishnamma reveals critical moments in Josh’s life that lead up to the position he finds himself in at the present, but rather than draw us in emotionally and make us feel for the character’s plight, the use of flashbacks does almost the exact opposite.
          Josh cheats, he drinks, his arrogance crowds out the world, and he thinks only about himself. The more we see of his life, the sadder we feel for him, but the more we want to distance ourselves from him. Even sitting in the theater starts feeling like too much investment of our attention for a person who has done so little to deserve it. It comes as no surprise that Josh’s family also shares the same sentiments and his wife has already kicked him out of the house.
          As unbearable as his character is to behold, without his poor decisions and the drudgery that accompanies them, there would be no film at all. His conflict then becomes the audience’s, do we stay and watch the miserable mess of his life unfold as he tries to fix it with halfhearted attempts at putting other people first, or do we bail? Because, even though his troubles are the centerpiece of the film, without some level of entertainment, interest, or connection to Josh’s story, there is no point in staying in our seats to see it unfold.
          The message of the film about the importance of making emotional connections to the world around you is troubling and uncomfortable to ponder, but nonetheless a message that will stick. Although immediately transparent once stated the first time by Frank, a mystical character played by Clarke Peters, who appears out of the blue to try and help save Josh’s daughter, the twist at the end of the film drives the message home and gives it a more impactful manifestation.
         Several times throughout the film, Josh believes he is receiving phone calls and messages from the beyond from his daughter, who should be lying in the hospital bed unmoving and unable to respond to any environmental stimulation, much less make contact with the outside world. The movie becomes rife with confusion as we hear her voice, read her messages in the news tickers, and see the drawing she must have done at her bedside, despite her condition. The movie takes an almost supernatural turn and is only more muddled by the occasional reappearances of Frank, who comes with the same message each time he visits.
          The flow of the film was also compromised, which could have either been a ruse to reinforce the feeling of entrapment or simply the result of poorly timed reveals. The build of action in the beginning, when we discover his affair and watch as he slips away from his family into a life consumed by work and lust, gives way to long and ultimately stagnant moments that provide only repetition of earlier facts or character unveilings, such as the scene where two minutes are filmed of Josh and his wife smoking on a balcony.
          At the end of the film, it becomes apparent that Josh’s unlikability was the entire focus of the story all along and that it was necessary to dislike his character in order to fully grasp the punch of what the message was attempting to portray for all its cloaks and haphazardly constructed twists. The audience’s self-evaluation following the viewing of Locked In is a reaction many films strive for, but few accomplish. Though in the attempt to move beyond conventions set by the thriller genre Locked In became trapped in the flytrap of conventional props, such as entirely too convenient solutions and 180-degree plot twist, the end result redeems much of what had placed the film into the closet of unremarkable psychological thriller movies.
          Because of Josh’s inability to make one true, strong emotional connection, he became trapped. He was a boat adrift in the ocean with no sight of shore, no anchor, and nothing to hold on to. For Josh, it was too little too late, but we as viewers have the opportunity to reevaluate our lives and reconsider what we determine are the most important things in them. Instead of wallowing in self-deprecation and self-pity, we must rise up and take control of improving our own lives. As Frank restates several times throughout the film before disappearing into a cloud of mist, “Only you have the power to save yourself.”

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Cannes This Festival Get Any More Amazing? (Part Two)

On to Thursday:

I slept in and had to miss Jew Suss, Rise and Fall since we were out so late. I was disappointed in myself, but I knew it had to be done or else the whole rest of my day would have been shot. Natalie and I got a later start than we meant to when we missed the train twice in a row. It was sort of funny because Natalie and I have discovered we have a lot of things in common, like forgetting things and having a fascination of anything to do with the Holocaust. More on the Holocaust later.

Once we got to Cannes it was time to hightail it to the Gray D'Albion for our first film of the day. I went to see a Japanese film called Accidental Kidnapper. I am so so so so so glad I chose to see this movie. There was a bit of awkward slapstick humor in the beginning that could have and should have been avoided, but the rest of the movie was so quirky and touching that I soon forgot about those beginning moments. A ++, would watch again if there weren't so many movies here to be seen.

I met Blake at the American Pavilion and we traded talk about the movies we had seen/wanted to see. Before I could order a drink or anything I realized it was time to head back to the Gray in time to catch Locked In, which starred Eliza Dushku as one of the major characters. It dealt with locked-in syndrome and also our inability sometimes as people to make connections that tie us together emotionally instead of ones that leave us floating out to sea adrift in our own loneliness. You know, or something... I guess you could say it was deep. Eliza Dushku played a smoking hot seductress. Very. Sexy. One major failure of the film was the character crutch they employed. You know those movies that randomly insert a "magical black man" who enters the story specifically to eventually provide a solution to everyone's problem while being mystical and wise? Locked In had one. His name was Dr. Franklin Sampson. Yeah.

I finally got my Holocaust fix after Locked In was finished and I walked back to the Palais to see The Roundup. I read Sarah's Key over the summer and so I had already heard of the Velodrome d'Hiver and knew what was coming, but I can't imagine how hard it was for those in our group who hadn't heard that story and were not prepared for the heartbreak that occupied the next two hours of our night. Although it was terribly sad and caused tears to run down my cheeks for almost the entire duration of the movie, it was also terribly good. Probably the best movie I have seen so far. It was an E-motional Rollercoaster heartbreaker of a film, but so beautiful and wonderfully told I was sobbing by the end of it, along with a lot of other people in the theater. 

When we were finished drying our eyes, we took the train back to JLP and began the search for food. Natalie and I were tired of Master Burger so we walked back to the hotel and noticed the pizza place across the street was still open. When Natalie tried to order pizza or pasta to-go she was offered something with claws instead and had to resort to sign language to try and correct her order. While she was busy bridging the language barrier, I met my our new friend Victor, who wound up being a producer of his own production company. Turns out he lives in L.A. and had worked for Sony for seven years as the “green light” guy as well as Disney for a few years. We wound up eating with Victor for about two hours rather than going back to our room like we had planned. He told us all sorts of stories about his films and the celebrities he had worked with as well as a bunch of advice for making it in the business. So basically, Victor's awesome.

STAY TUNED FOR: Cannes This Festival Get Any More Amazing? (Part Three)