Monday, January 24, 2011

David recommends . . . POLITICALLY DECONSTRUCTING the fine movie that is THE KING's SPEECH



Apparently 90% of the World's population have already seen TKS. And the rest will have seen it by this time tomorrow.  So no point writing a piece aimed at helping you decide whether to see it or not. Instead let's discuss it and make some points I hope you will find of interest from my traditional socio-cultural approach.

Those familiar with my curmudgeonly personality are perhaps expecting me to slag TKS off. So let's get the praise out of the way. It is a very fine, well-made, and entertaining film. Firth gives his strongest performance of what is already an excellent career. Yes, he should get the Oscar. A big hand for the production design and art direction, and how they and the cinematography complement each other. BAFTAs all round. 

Finally a lovely and subversive bit of shot selection. Camera tuition says on a one-shot (one person in the frame) you should either (a) position the character in the centre of the frame or (b) so their face is towards the top right or top left, with them looking "into the frame", i.e. towards the centre. When the camera switches between two people in a conversation, this will often involve a series of the latter shots with one character to top-right and the other to top-left. As both of them are looking into the frame this enhances for the audience the sense they are watching a dialogue. 

In TKS this is subversively altered. When Bertie (the stammering George VI) and wacky speech therapist Lionel are conversing they are often captured with each looking out of the frame, away form the centre. This is very unusual, and is usually confined to experimental movies and the more pretentious pop videos.  Watch the film and see what the effect is, which I think contributes a lot to the psychological realities of each character and of their relationship.



So that's the praise. Now on to the deconstruction.

TKS is on the way to being one of the greatest box-office successes in British cinema. First because it only cost a remarkably low $15 million to make. As this is what Cameron Diaz gets paid for one picture you'll see why US blockbusters now cost $300 million or more. Secondly because you lot are all going to see it, as is every American who loves that "cute old British stuff". Hence has already grossed $91 million after just a couple of weeks. So congrats all round to those responsible for this cost / take ratio.

This means TKS has to be counted as a successful commercial movie.  Yet it will be regarded as worlds apart from the traditional Hollywood commercial movie that many of you out there like to go and see. 

So let's consider TKS in the context of my obsessive twin missions on here. (1) To deconstruct the idea that "art movies" and "commercial" cinema are two rigidly separate worlds. And (2) that the former are always better than the latter. TKS is a classic hybrid. A commercially successful movie ($76 million profit and counting) with serious claims to be of higher cultural value than most "Hollywood dross". 

And it is the claims to higher cultural status which will drive you reading this and many others, especially in the UK, to see it.

So what is going on? Does TKS merit this higher status claim?


1.  It is a feel-good movie with a happy ending.

The art-house crowd's primary objection to the Hollywood they hate are these two elements. Yet TKS is 100% F-G and H-E. And you know it is going to be Happy Ending before you even buy your ticket, because all the publicity and reviews have told you. So has the word-of-mouth from your friends.  Not to mention this is all actual history.  


2.  Absence of "jeopardy".

But hang on, there's more. Another criticism of Hollywood movies is their blatant emotional manipulation of their audience. This happens via the sequence of jeopardy then resolution. Boy meets girl, then loses girl =  jeopardy (tension). Will they get together again? Boy gets girl again = resolution = happy ending. The predictability of this 3-act sequence gets criticised as simplistic.

In TKS there is NO jeopardy. No tension. From start to finish we head in a straight and smooth, non-bumpy, ride to the Happy Ending you knew from the start was going to happen. Yes, we see Bertie struggle with his speech therapy and we empathise with him. Yes we see vulgar, Aussie outsider Lionel struggle with his up-tight, snobby client, and we empathise with him. But at no point do we seriously doubt where this will end up.

So as it drives to its happy ending is not TKS even more simplistic, more predictable than a standard Hollywood movie?


3.  It's a safe, British, costume drama packed with box-office stars.

On film and TV what the Brits probably do best is the costume drama. So it's a safe medium. And it sells very well in the US among a middle-class demographic brought up on Upstairs Downstairs and Brideshead. They love their toffs.

And the casting? Firth, Rush, Michael Gambon, Helen Bonham Carter, Derek Jacobi, Claire Bloom (did you spot her?), Timothy Spall, Guy Pierce, Jennifer Ehle. This is not exactly promoting new on-screen talent. No risks here.  This is what is known as "Oscar bait".


4.  Accurate history?

TKS is being sold as a true, historical story. "Based on the incredible true story" says the trailer. Spin which is being passed on via word-of-mouth, witness my friend who saw it first.  It is a true story in that these are real characters and Bertie did have a stammer, with which he was helped by Lionel Logue.  But "based on" is the important bit. Bit like "from" or "up to" in other marketing.

Hollywood is regularly criticised for its treatment of history, ranging from more minor errors to the downright outrageous. The USA won WW2 on its own, Americans cracked German codes etc.

But hang on a minute. The characters in TKS are divided strictly down the middle into goodies and baddies. Evil whore Mrs Simpson, her snobby gimp lover Edward VIII, Bertie's cruel Dad, his cold Mum, and, of course, Hitler, are all on The Dark Side. 

Firth's Bertie starts off snobby but Learns His Lesson and ends up calling Lionel, well, Lionel. He is never truly bad. Rush's Lionel is unequivocally wonderful. The future Queen Mum is a bit snobby but also warms up, and otherwise is loving and wonderful. Princesses Elizabeth and Margaret are cute and wonderful. Even Tim Spall's Churchill is wonderful. In TKS we are spared the episode when Churchill set armed troops on striking Welsh miners.

And the wonderful Royal Family of Bertie + Future Queen Mum + Princess / Future Queen Elizabeth? In TKS these guys are contrasted with the stiff, cold, aristocratic virtual child abuse of Bertie's parents. The emotional drama here is Bertie's ability to throw off his horrible childhood deemed responsible for the stammer. 

This gives us a familiar device in film: it mirrors the social progress from that sort of parenting to the more enlightened, touchy feeling parenting of the post-Dr Spock generations. So the message of TKS is social progress: nowadays we are more enlightened, more equal, and more in touch with our feelings than back then.

But hang on a minute. This story about Royal parenting and bringing up damaged Princes I seem to have heard before. Remember Diana? Remember the tabloid spin about how a major part of her tragedy was the equal tragedy that Charles has been badly brought up by a cold, snooty, aristocratic family? In other words by Queen Elizabeth with the aid no doubt of the Queen Mum. 

So in telling its tale of bad / cold / snooty Royals and progress towards good / warm / cuddly Royals TKS gives a false version of history on the emotional level that is the core of its appeal. And are we really that more equal in the UK today?


5.  Good v evil.

In case you missed it, TKS is structured around a neat split between goodies and baddies which could have come straight out of a Hollywood Western. None of the moral ambivalence or anti-heroes of, say, The French New Wave.


6.  The Politics

So TKS ends up making us feel good via our identification, in part, with Bertie and Future Queen Mum and their lovely daughters. Would it be outrageously ultra-leftist to suggest that TKS thus functions as an ideological production which will not exactly drive us into Republican hordes storming Buckingham Palace?


Thus TKS remains a very good film. The six preceding points are not to say it is not a good film. They are to question the extent to which TKS deserves to be embraced as something radically different to Hollywood. For it is a very conservative film on many levels. Casting, genre, plot, and portrayal of the Royals. 

Which leaves the crucial question: why will many of you go and see it while telling yourselves you are watching something more akin to arthouse cinema than to commercial Hollywood dross? For if all cinema is one or the other then this has to be, well, one or the other.

Because cinema is an example of what French Marxist Louis Althusser dubbed "ideological state apparatuses". He wanted to explain why in Western capitalist societies it was so rarely necessary for the forces of the state to intervene directly in maintaining a class society. As in when Churchill and Thatcher set troops and armed Police on the respective miners of their eras.  

Following the lead of his Italian Marxist predecessor Gramsci, Althusser suggested these ideological apparatuses - religion, education, cinema etc. - function to maintain a cultural domination over society by the ruling classes. Gramsci termed this "hegemony". As The Clash put it, we are "controlled in the body, controlled in the mind".  Most of the time, these ideological apparatuses function to support the state as a repressive apparatus. The population, in effect, represses itself, mentally.  So the state can take a back seat until really needed.

This contrasts with autocracies. Take Saddam Hussein. Millions of Iraqis were very clear that they hated and opposed Saddam and his Baathist thugs. Rebellion, even discontent, was suppressed via direct violence.

Marcuse famously said "we define ourselves by the products we buy". Guided by the marketing industry we "identify with" products. And we do this primarily to tell ourselves where we are in the class hierarchy. No one wants to place themselves at the bottom. Which is why "chavs" buy Burberry. We are all desperate to buy ourselves into a good self-image. Which is why in a 2009 poll 80% of UK respondents said they are "middle class".

Thus Bourdieu's "cultural capital". The real basis of an unequal, class society is economic - income and wealth: do we own and / or control the means of production, as Marx put it?  Most of us do not. That is economic capital.

But we can buy varying levels of cultural capital, ranging from the most affordable to the most inaccessible. Even at the lower end products enable people to reassure themselves they are not working-class: Sky subscriptions, "designer" clothes. But at the top end are the turbo-rich, like UK tax avoider Sir Philip Green, whose wife kindly bought him a solid gold chess set for his birthday.

So within the world of commodities there are huge gradations. But what is important is that we can all tell ourselves we are not working-class, we are not "chavs". 

This has a political angle. For in the modern world of political marketing, political parties and their policies are also commodities. 

Voting Conservative has always offered working-class people a route to de-identify with their own class and take on airs. Thus what used to be known as in psephology as the deferential vote", exemplified by the controversial 60s TV character Alf Garnett. Made easier in contemporary Britain by a millionaire Tory leader who describes himself as middle-class. Thus the happy Britain of 2011, in which White Van Man with his Sky Sports can stand shoulder to shoulder with his equals in the Tory Cabinet.

And since 1997 the Labour Party, or New Labour, has wanted to get in on the same deal. Relentlessly chasing the same middle-class votes, including the votes of those working people who have bought the right products to delude themselves they, too, are middle-class.

So what does all this have to do with TKS? 

THE KINGS SPEECH is a film about social class. 

Bertie refers to Lionel, the son of a brewer, as "the first ordinary person I have spoken with". For a King, the son of a businessman running his own enterprise is "ordinary". 

Where is the out and out working-class? We see them in TKS. Servants hold doors open for their masters, silently. In the streets we occasionally see people from even lower down the social scale, who ogle the rich and famous, silently. In the film's final scene Bertie has successfully made his famous speech and, flanked by The Future Queen Mum and the Lovely Princesses, heads out on to THAT balcony. Below are the masses. Tens of thousands of them. Perhaps more. They are now longer silent, for they cheer and clap their beloved Ruler.

But the Buckingham Palace crowd are just that, a faceless crowd, shot from way above, far away. They are as invisible to us as they have been to Bertie, who just about gets to meet an "ordinary" capitalist's son.  Luckily for this heaving mass, Bertie, along with the other hero, Churchill will get them through the War. Their own future massive contributions, digging coal, manufacturing bombs, and, above all, dying - unlike Bertie and Churchill - are not signposted in the film.

Back to cultural capital and class.

Cinema is both an ideological apparatus and a commodity. As Marcuse told us, we define ourselves by the cinematic products we buy. Or at least the ones we tell our friends we buy. So going to the cinema is an opportunity to tell ourselves that we are not chavs. 

We cannot do this by seeing Avatar or Pirates of the Caribbean - both extremely well-made films. We must do this by seeing the socially constructed concepts that are "art films", "European cinema", "World cinema", and their smaller, national versions, "French cinema", "Indian cinema", and so on. We will gloss over the fact that most films watched by French and Indian people are not the ones sent to the UK and marketed to the middle-classes.

So is TKS a British film? In many ways yes. The cast are mostly honourable British luvvies, with Aussie Rush thrown in. And it was filmed across a host of UK locations from Battersea Power Station to Ely Cathedral. 

But it was financed and / made by several cooperating production and film finance companies, including ones from the UK, Australia, and the USA. 

Among the latter is the Weinstein Company, set up by brothers Bob and Harvey Weinstein. Who made their names working for the ultimate Hollywood company - The Disney Corporation. Bob and Harvey have gone on to set up several different companies, each involved in production or distribution.  Among the films the Weinstein have helped make it to the screen are Rambo, Halloween, Hellraiser, The Amityville Horror, Scary Movie (and 2, 3 and 4), Piranha 3-D (Kelly Brook takes her clothes off), Zack and Miri Make a Porno. And most recently, another British classic, Lesbian Vampire Killers.

TKS, yes, a British movie, but with significant Hollywood input as to production and distribution.  And remember, it is the Producers who get up on stage to collect the Best Picture Oscar.

So bear all this in mind when you watch it. And when you describe it to your friends. Yes, it's a great film, and deserves all its praise. And yes, it's a better film than many others, including many Hollywood movies. But it is not completely different from a Hollywood movie, in content or financing. 

TKS is a very effective and successful commercial movie with very conservative production values, content, and socio-political messages. Watching it does not make you a better person.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

2011 David Recommends Film Awards



And the winners are . . . 

BEST FILM

The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo



BEST ACTRESS

Noomi Rapace for The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo and the two sequels

BEST ACTOR

Nicolas Cage in Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call - New Orleans



SPECIAL AWARD FOR BEST YOUNG ACTOR OR ACTRESS

Chloe Moretz as Hit Girl in Kick Ass



BEST DIRECTION

Werner Herzog for Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call - New Orleans

BEST SCRIPT
   
Samuel Maoz for Lebanon


BEST CINEMATOGRAPHY

Avatar


BEST USE OF MUSIC - NEW AND OLD

Kick Ass


WORST FILM

Sex and the City 2


MOST OVERRATED FILM

Inception


BEST DOCUMENTARY

Good Hair


BEST COMEDY

Piranha 3D


Saturday, January 1, 2011

THE DAVID RECOMMENDS AWARDS 2011 NOMINATIONS


WINNERS WILL BE ANNOUNCED ON JAN 2nd



BEST FILM

I Am Love
Kick Ass
Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call - New Orleans
The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo 
The Secret In Their Eyes

BEST ACTRESS

Tilda Swinton for I Am Love
Chloe Moretz for Kick Ass
Noomi Rapace for The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo 
Sylvie Testud for Lourdes
Jennifer Lawrence for Winter's Bone
Annette Bening for The Kids Are Alright
Andreea Bosneag for The Happiest Girl In The World

BEST ACTOR

Matthieu Amalric in On Tour (Tournee)
Gerard Depardieu in My Afternoons With Margueritte
Nicolas Cage in Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call - New Orleans
Lebanon
Eddie Marsan in The Disappearance of Alice Creed

BEST DIRECTION

Werner Herzog for Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call - New Orleans
Niels Arden Oplev for The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo 
Paul Greengrass for Green Zone
Samuel Maoz for Lebanon
Michael Winterbottom for The Killer Inside Me

BEST SCRIPT
Lisa Chodolenko and Stuart Blumberg for The Kids Are Alright
Laeta Kalogridis for Shutter Island
Brian Helgeland for Green Zone
Samuel Maoz for Lebanon

BEST CINEMATOGRAPHY

I Am Love
The Killer Inside Me
Avatar

BEST USE OF MUSIC - NEW AND OLD

Avatar
I Am Love
Kick Ass

WORST FILM

The Tourist 
Inception  
The Karate Kid  
Four Lions
Sex and the City 2

MOST OVERRATED FILM

Certified Copy
Inception
The Tourist 
Made in Dagenham


BEST DOCUMENTARY

Good Hair
Catfish
Mugabe and The White African

BEST COMEDY

Burke and Hare
Piranha 3D
Kick Ass

Saturday, December 18, 2010

David recommends . . . DON'T bother with THE TOURIST but DO go and see ON TOUR


Two very different films this time with common themes of Americans abroad in Europe.  One terrible, one very good.

THE TOURIST is a glossy, well-promoted piece dominated  by two stars putting in Oscar-deserving performances.

The first is Angelina Jolie's bottom. No, not Angelina, often a fine actress. Her bottom. Am I being sexist? No, I am mocking the sexism in this dire movie's production values. Never has a talented actress been filmed so often from behind. Costume design and shot selection work together to make this a truly wonderful bottom performance. We see Jolie's rear in wide shot and in close-up. Standing still and walking away. Draped in a tight skirt and in a flowing, clinging gown.

Early on in the film Jolie, or rather her bottom, are being watched on CCTV by a French Police surveillance team. French Cop 1 zooms the camera in on The Bottom, joking in ribald fashion to French Cop 2. Senior Cop berates them both: "Can we not be more professional here?"  Good question. Presumably the focus on this feature of Jolie is to distract us from the appalling story, whose plot has holes big enough to drive, well, a Venice motor boat through.

For the other and even more impressive performance comes from the city of Venice, where most of the action is set. Like many films nowadays THE TOURIST functions most effectively as a high-end tourism advert. (See my review of the KARATE KID remake / advert for China.)  

All the most famous tourist locations are shot, always beautifully, often at early light or late in the day. Bridge of Sighs? Tick. St Mark's? Tick. Piazza San Marco?  Tick. Make sure the punters know about the canals? Lots of speed boat chases, tick? Yawn.  Final draft of the script must have come from the Venice Tourist Board.

The rest of Jolie is not bad. And Johnny does, well, Johnny, though a bit tubbier than in the past, it must be said. So millions of people will pay to see this awful film. A cynical piece of money making by casting - two huge stars, kerching!

One pretty town, and two pretty stars, but what ruins the movie is the absurdity of the unbelievable plot. 

For starters we have the trope so familiar in heist / caper / action movies. Characters are chased across this major European city for 15 minutes or more at a time with constant fire from automatic weapons. But there are no bystanders. No one calls the Police. No one minds. They are just left to do their thing and blast away. 

Exciting action to those who assume busy European tourist destinations are full of drawn out gun battles with no intervention from the forces of law and order. Especially bizarre given that most of the rest of the time the film features various police officers busy at work. Even when Johnny jumps off a building upon what does he fall? Why a police officer. They must all be on an espresso break when the gunfire starts.

Even worse is the denouement. Without giving the game away, this is all about various people pursuing each other, at the centre of which are (a) a large amount of money and (b) a mystery about someone's identity. Thus to the surprise twist ending. It's certainly a surprise as it makes no sense whatsoever. 

It will work very well for people with amnesia who have just forgotten the previous hundred minutes or so. They will go, "Oh, wow!!!" very loudly. Almost worth you seeing this seasonal turkey just to check out the absurdity of the conclusion. Think back to all the scenes hitherto between Jolie and Depp and ask yourself, can I believe that ending?


ON TOUR

This quirky piece stars, is co-written, co-produced, and directed by google-eyed French actor Mathieu Amalric.  Less well known in the UK, Amalric is a big star in his home country and recognised as a multi-faceted talent.  

ON TOUR is an excellent film, set in France, but delivered mostly in English. It's narrative structure and ambiguities make it typical of traditional European film, but it's bouncing pace and mix of drama and humour more redolent of Hollywood make it a satisfying hybrid. It's a road movie with a difference.

 

The set up is cute. Amalric's Joachim Zand is a sleazy bum, a chain-smoking, former celebrity TV producer who fled France for the USA leaving behind debts, much animosity, and some mystery. He has found a new role and a new 'family' as an impressario, touting a bunch of female Burlesque artists on a tour of France. 

This is his first return home, and bit by bit he has to confront his past. Bit by bit the secrets emerge. Minute by minute he becomes more repulsive as we, and his performers, get to know him. Yet at the same time Amalric's subtle performance means we stay with him, we feel sympathy. Where will the tour, and Joachim himself, end up?

The second narrative strand in the film is his relationship with the women. One of them explains "This is the new burlesque - women performing for women, being who we are". We cannot help but notice though the many men in the audience and that the women tend to remove their clothes. 

But the women are very clear their act is about expressing themselves. And tensions with Joachim develop over artistic control. "This is OUR show", they repeatedly protest whenever he gives feedback or makes suggestions. "But this is MY country" he replies. Time and again we see him away from them, fighting, sometimes literally, to find venues, to win gig dates. This is the classic producer versus performer battle, with nipple tassles.

THE TOURIST focuses on plot to disastrous effect. ON TOUR's strength is its focus on character and relationships. Not just a road movie but a group movie. We learn about the major characters as we go along. As they fight and make up, argue and insult, then support each other. This is quite gritty stuff. These people behave badly. A nightmare if they are in the same hotel as you. But, as with real human beings, they all have that other side. Vulnerable but loving. Possessed of ability and creativity but plagued by doubt. 

Like all good road movies the journey here is really life itself.  Not just about where we end up, but what will we do along the way.

My only criticism is that as the film proceeds the focus on Amalric's Joachim increases to the detriment of that ensemble element. Perhaps hard to avoid given Amalric's huge presence behind the camera. But we can forgive that as ON TOUR reveals so pleasurably the extent of Amalric's abilities. And because of the excellence of the five burlesque performers - funny, strong, weak, appalling, vulgar, caring, talented . . . 

You will enjoy ON TOUR. And you will want to visit the seaside hotel where the film ends. Check it out.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

David recommends . . . . . . . . . . . . MY AFTERNOONS WITH MARGUERITTE and THE GIRL WHO KICKED THE HORNET'S NEST


MY AFTERNOONS WITH MARGUERITTE is a little gem featuring the King of French Cinema, Gerard Depardieu, fresh from his internecine dissing of the Queen of French Cinema, Juliette Binoche.  

Much more respect doled out here for a senior lady, in a plot summed up on imdb as "an illiterate and lonely man bonds with an older and well-read woman".  Bit more accurate to say an elderly woman so as not to give the wrong idea. This is Driving Miss Daisy without the car set in France, meets Being There, with Gallic comedy bar room scenes.

MAWM is seasonally appropriate, being like Christmas food:  rich, warm and filling. Clearly a bit too stodgy for some judging by some indifferent reviews. In which the word "sentimental" has featured frequently. True, if your chosen fare is a diet of unrelenting existential angst and misery via Bergman, Tarkovsky, von Trier or Haneke this will induce type 2 diabetes in you. And if you believe happy endings should be banned, well, make sure you leave 10 minutes before the end. 

But make no mistake, MAWM is far less sugary than the average "feel good" Hollywood movie, or even the British equivalent. And it bounces along at a breezy pace ensuring its plentiful sentiment is never dwelt upon for too long. And is interspersed with and counterpointed by excellent comedy sequences involving Depardieu's Germain and his interactions with his mec (bloke) pals in the local bar and his eccentric mother back home. Her home that it, as he lives in a tiny caravan in the garden.  

This is the rural, small town France that the English all know and love, or imagine. Drawing us into the cinema to see movies like this and then go and buy property over there. 


You can also ignore many of the reviews if they gave you the impression the film consists entirely of Germain and retirement home resident Margueritte chatting on a park bench. The afternoons of the title. These episodes provide the structural and thematic spine of the piece. But most of the time we are rollicking around elsewhere. 

If there is any justice Gisele Casadesus ought to be a shoo-in for acting awards all over the place for her portrayal of Margueritte. Whether that happens or not may depend on tricky technical decisions as to whether hers is a leading or supporting role.  Bottom line is, she's great.  Born shortly before the outbreak of World War One her film credits start back in 1934.  She puts in a truly remarkable performance in which she physically embodies her character's situation and motivations.

Bit more debatable is Depardieu.  Don't get me wrong, he's great - only a couple of notches below his best. He succeeds in giving us clownish laughs based on his limited intellect, combined with generating true respect in us for his qualities as a human being and a survivor. For this is a film about being treated badly. Germain has lived a life of constant maltreatment, starting at an early age as revealed in flashbacks. And continuing in the present via the mockery of his friends.  

Survival then, and healing, which are the themes of Germain's encounter with Margueritte. Our relationships with others can hurt and even harm us. But they can also sustain us and enable us to grow.  Just as Germain nurtures wildlife in the local park and the fruit and vegetables in his beloved garden.  The French title is Tete En Friche - literally "fallow head", with its implications of fertility and potential.

The discordant note is struck by Germain's relationship with his much younger, more attractive, and smarter girlfriend, Annette. Sophie Guillemin is a full 29 years younger than Depardieu, raising questions as to the credibility of their relationship. Ideally Germain should have been cast younger and Annette written as a bit less bright.

But French movies are required, for international sales reasons, to feature at least one from a very short list of superstar actors. You can list them - Depardieu, Auteuil, Binoche . . . etc. With a little-known 96 year old in the other major role, Germain clearly had to be played by a star. And it's hard to think of a French actor of the right age with enough box office power to carry this film.

But that is a minor blemish in what is a charming and highly entertaining film. Ignore the snottier and snootier reviews and go and enjoy it. Have a pastis on the way in.







THE GIRL WHO KICKED THE HORNETS' NEST is the third and final part of the excellent move triptych based on Sitg Larsson's literary trilogy.  And it does not disappoint.  Plot-wise it follows directly on from its predecessor.  We pick up punk-goth heroine Lisbeth Salander in hospital after the violent encounter with her father and half brother which ended . . . PLAYED WITH FIRE.   Trying to recover while simultaneously being menaced by evil conspirators who want her killed and a cruel non-comprehending legal system which wants not only to bang her up in prison but have her declared bonkers.

I described the first in the series, . . . . WITH THE DRAGON TATTOO, as one of the best films I've seen.  Then said PLAYED WITH FIRE was a lot weaker.  Hence I approached HORNETS' NEST with the fear that it would obey the law of trilogy ("The Matrix Law") and be even weaker.  Far from it.  This final piece starts very slowly. Glacier pace indeed, as a bewildering array of interchangeable old, white Swedish character actors have conversations about Lisbeth in various rooms.  But it starts to build as the twin threats to Lisbeth head towards fruition.

Meanwhile in a parallel plot, crusading journo hero Michael Blomkvist and the rest of the team at crusading Millenium Magazine are also facing death threats. Which prove to be very real.

And again meanwhile, of course, crusading journo hero Michael Blomkvist and his team are pursuing the various bad guys in a bid to expose them, get a great scoop, and save Lisbeth.

Thus everyone is chasing everyone. Except Lisbeth who is stuck in a hospital bed or prison. Prosecutor and evil psychiatrist after Lisbeth. Mysterious old men and their hired killers after Lisbeth.  Millenium journos after old men conspirators. Killers after Millenium journos. Some other investigators also after the old men conspirators.  Someone after the evil psychiatrist. Half brother in there too.  And Lisbeth's fat slacker-hacker pal, Plague. And a motorcycle gang . . . and . . . and . . . 

Get the picture? What this amounts to is lots of slowly rising tension which gradually but firmly grabs you by the throat and holds you until the multiple final resolutions.  Lets just say all loose ends are tied, as are the interweaving themes of power, patriarchy, abuse, government corruption, justice and revenge.


In Lisbeth Salander we have another movie protagonist representing the human capacity to survive and transcend. Hence the tiniest, and very rare, flicker of a smile as someone's nemesis knocks firmly on the door. Literally.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, Noomi Rapace as Lisbeth offers not one, not two, but three performances of extraordinary power as Lisbeth. It will take something truly astonishing to stop her winning the Oscar for Best Actress.  In the first film she had very few lines to say, and spent much of her screen time confined to a desk and laptop.  Meaning she conveyed Lisbeth's brooding rage and hatred largely via her eyes and facial expressions. Classic movie acting at its best.

In the second, she got to run around a lot and fight. But still had relatively few lines. So ditto, only this time conveying Lisbeth's growing paranoia as she moves from assisting Blomkvist to being the plot's centre.  Finally in the last episode she is once again back to being constrained - in a hospital bed, then a prison cell, and finally a courtroom.  And again, you guessed it, not much to say.  This is not acting as known to the British thespian knights - Gielgud, Olivier, Richardson - with all its wordy delivery.

And to appreciate fully the magnitude of Rapace's performance you need to see her interviewed in real life.  Try the DVD extra features, or YouTube. For she could not be more different from Lisbeth's grim and grimacing personality.  Rapace describes in one interview how she is "far more feminine than Lisbeth", and giggles coquettishly as if to underline her point.  She is visibly softer than what we see in Lisbeth's brutal fashion choices, punk make up and hairdos.  Rapace explains that she went on a special diet to play Lisbeth, and worked out a lot on exercise machines. Both of which gave her a taught, wiry and almost boyish body.  Think Renee Zellweger and Bridget Jones, but in the opposite direction.

Some final words about book to film comparisons. If you've read the books of course this movie will be a lesser experience. You know what is going to happen for starters, a major factor with a film based almost entirely on tension and revealed mysteries.  No surprises for you lot.

And yes, of course "they left bits out".  A two-hour movie script comes in at about 120 pages, most of which is blank, white space.  A lot less room for text than in 300 densely packed pages of a novel.  Movies based on novels are adaptations. Otherwise they would be hundreds of hours long.  And you would still know what is going to happen! (lol)

So if you've read the books, you'll need to appreciate the film for what it is. If you've not read the books, please do not be put off by friends who have and say "you MUST read the book first".  Book first, film second always leads to disappointment, and indeed to the ritual repetition of the "left bits out" mantra. Movie first still leaves you knowing the plot, but then you have all those left out bits to enjoy!

Bottom line: it's very good and worth 2 and a half hours of your life. Rapace alone is worth the ticket price.