Movie 218 – The City of Lost Children
The City of Lost Children – October 4th, 2010
This is a very odd film. I adore it, but it is odd. The best way I can think to describe it is as a French steampunk fairy tale. Take Bioshock (yes, the video game), and make it a movie, but take away the failed utopia and replace it with Dark City, add a dash of Inception, then add six Dominique Pinions. The essence of this movie is so fascinating to me. It’s a fantastical setting full of stylized figures and characters dealing with a bizarre and unsettling plot. It’s so difficult for me to sum up because it defies many of the conventions I’m familiar with. I suspect if I knew more French cinema I might be better equipped with the right vocabulary. As it is, I’m left groping.
There is, right from the outset, a very dream-like quality to it all. This is fitting, since the movie’s plot hinges upon dreams, or the lack thereof. Ostensibly our main characters are a carnival strong man, named One, and a young thief, named Miette, but how and why One and Miette end up working together is all due to a scientist named Krank and his inability to dream on his own. He lives in a giant off-shore lab with a tiny woman, six clones and a brain in a tank, and he hires a local cult to kidnap children so he can steal their dreams using a special and incredibly complex machine that involves gears and levers and giant fuses. One of the kidnapped children is Dunree, the adopted little brother of One. And so One goes to find him and from there is gets complicated.
But when I say it’s dream-like, I mean that it all feels slightly off, but sensible in its own reality. There’s a flat out acknowledgement of the fairy tale quality of the story, when the brain tells Krank a story:
“Once upon a time there was an inventor so gifted that he could create life. A truly remarkable man. Since he had no wife or children he decided to create them in his laboratory. He started with wife and fashioned her into the most beautiful princess in the world. Alas, a wicked genetic fairy cast a spell on the inventor so much so that the princess was only knee height or less. He then cloned six children in his own image, faithful, hardworking. They were so alike no one could tell them apart. But fate tricked him again, giving them all sleeping sickness. Craving someone to talk to he grew in a fish-tank a poor migraine-ridden brain. And then at last he created his masterpiece more intelligent then the most intelligent man on Earth. But alas the inventor made a serious mistake. While his creation was intelligent he never ever had a dream. You can’t image how quickly he grew old, because he was so unhappy. Then the poor masterpiece became so crazed he believed a single tear drop could save him. And after committing many cruel deeds he died, never knowing what it was to dream.”
See how I quoted that in its entirety? That’s because that truly is the origin of the six clones, the tiny woman, the brain in the tank and the man who can’t dream. It’s not a made up story about them within the movie’s reality. It’s the real story. Krank is a tragic villain, desperate for that which he cannot have. Those around him are desperate to help him but unable to do much more than his bidding. And then there’s the brain, Irvin. Irvin doesn’t want to help Krank. Irvin wants it all to be over.
So on one front we have the mid-ocean lab full of these created characters going about their terrible and tragic deeds, and on the other front we have One, banding together with Miette to find his little brother and rescue him from the clutches of the cult and then Krank and his family. The cult is a group of men with steampunk style prosthetic eyes and ears, all gears and wires and brass, and their leader preaches about sin and the salvation of the world through sight. And then there are the conjoined twins who rule over the thieves guild Miette was a member of, and the carnival workers they know and use to get Miette back. It’s a movie full of sinister caricatures where the only people One can trust are children. One himself is somewhat childlike, being more direct and innocent than any of the other adults in the movie, including the clones, who are more bumbling than evil. One has not an ounce of guile in him, whereas Miette is somewhat world-weary.
The entire setting of the movie lends itself to the dream/fantasy feel of it all. The city is full of narrow canals and steep staircases and walkways. It seems as if the city itself is built in the water, but has become so crowded it’s difficult to see it much of the time. The borders are uncertain. There’s always fog over the water and it’s never daytime. Everything is in shades of brown and sickly green, with Miette’s red dress and One’s turquoise sweater as bright spots.
I’m probably not doing a very good job capturing this movie and presenting it to anyone who hasn’t seen it already. I apologize. It’s a movie I think is thoroughly worth watching for many reasons, such as the premise, the atmosphere, Ron Perlman as One, Judith Vittet as Miette, Dominique Pinion as the clones and really, everything. But it is a singular piece of work in our collection. I can try to mash together other works to describe it, with a bit of steampunk and a bit of fairytale and a bit of doomsaying and an odd Victorian/1940s vibe, but we own nothing else that takes all of that or any given combination of that, and comes out like this. It is beautiful and haunting and I highly recommend it.
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