This is not a message film, though it looks like it, and it is not a graphic novel film, though it was based on one. It is not about violence, or gangsters, or the Midwest.
This is not a film.
This is a window into the lives of real people. The fact that they are characters played by actors merely reinforces how well they are portrayed. The dialogue isn't Movie Dialogue--it is simply how people talk, and how often they don't talk. The long stretches of silence, of thinking, of anger feel like they do in real life: not perfect, not smooth, not epic. Just ordinary.
This Has Almost Never Been Done Before.
The Last Picture Show, The Grapes of Wrath, Trois Colours, The Dead Poets Society...any others? A few, maybe. Never as strikingly as this. This is the rebirth of Cinema Verite, film as voyeuristic look into the lives of people who happen to be interesting. Love has never looked so.../involved/. Psychology has never looked so boring or unimportant. Gym class never looked so real.
The scary part is...if this Happened to These Folks, it Could Happen to You.
Eek.
Cronenberg added the mind to his New Flesh in Scanners and the Dead Zone, but giving the New Mind power is one thing; shattering it into scared, broken pieces is another. This began with Spider, twisty and turny and incomprehensible, but was thrown into sharp relief in small-town Indiana. It could happen to anyone, and Cronenberg's philosophy of self-immolation is slowly becoming clear: You Are What You Think.
That makes for a damn good love story.
This is not a film.
This is a window into the lives of real people. The fact that they are characters played by actors merely reinforces how well they are portrayed. The dialogue isn't Movie Dialogue--it is simply how people talk, and how often they don't talk. The long stretches of silence, of thinking, of anger feel like they do in real life: not perfect, not smooth, not epic. Just ordinary.
This Has Almost Never Been Done Before.
The Last Picture Show, The Grapes of Wrath, Trois Colours, The Dead Poets Society...any others? A few, maybe. Never as strikingly as this. This is the rebirth of Cinema Verite, film as voyeuristic look into the lives of people who happen to be interesting. Love has never looked so.../involved/. Psychology has never looked so boring or unimportant. Gym class never looked so real.
The scary part is...if this Happened to These Folks, it Could Happen to You.
Eek.
Cronenberg added the mind to his New Flesh in Scanners and the Dead Zone, but giving the New Mind power is one thing; shattering it into scared, broken pieces is another. This began with Spider, twisty and turny and incomprehensible, but was thrown into sharp relief in small-town Indiana. It could happen to anyone, and Cronenberg's philosophy of self-immolation is slowly becoming clear: You Are What You Think.
That makes for a damn good love story.
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