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Movie 427 – The Darjeeling Limited

The Darjeeling Limited – May 1st, 2011

I feel slightly conflicted about this movie, but mostly I enjoy it. There are things I don’t like. Things I have reservations about. But for the most part I enjoy it and I enjoy how it was made, because I enjoy Wes Anderson movies. Now, if you don’t like Wes Anderson movies then it’s probably enough of a warning to know that this is one of his. If you do like his movies, well, this isn’t the best and it has some issues inherent in its setting, plot and characters. But it has plenty to make it worth watching. You know, if you like this sort of thing. I do. And not just because it has Adrien Brody in it.

This movie has two beginnings. One I like, one I don’t, though it ends up being important later. There’s a short film that comes first, where we meet one of the main characters of the feature. He’s been living in a hotel suite in Paris after running away from his girlfriend for an undisclosed reason. She shows up and they’re dysfunctional and unhappy at each other, which is pretty much a summation of how Wes Anderson’s movies tend to go. It feels a little self-indulgent, which is almost meta as the point of the location is that the character of Jack is being self-indulgent by living at the hotel. I’ve never been overly fond of the short and I can’t entirely articulate why aside from that it feels awkward. Like it should have been part of the movie because it figures in later on but it couldn’t be fit into the confines of the movie’s conceit. Which, to me, means that it should have been worked in some other way. It’s disjointed. But then, given how very carefully Wes Anderson puts his movies together, and given how he doesn’t shy away from making his audience uncomfortable, I can’t say that this wasn’t done intentionally. The second beginning, on the other hand, drew me into this movie immediately. And not just because I enjoy seeing Adrien Brody running in a suit.

Okay, maybe that’s some of it. I do enjoy seeing Adrien Brody running in a suit. But there’s also some fantastic misdirection going on there and it makes for such an excellent introduction to the situation. The story follows three brothers, Peter, Jack and Francis, as they take a trip by train through India a year after their father’s death. Now, this could be sentimental and touching, but this is Wes Anderson at the wheel, so while it has sentimental and touching moments they come in the midst of a sort of morass of awkwardness and ridiculousness and miscommunication and familial dysfunction that Anderson enjoys so much. Peter’s the one running for the train at the outset. Jack and Francis are already on the train. Francis is the one who set the whole thing up in the first place, going so far as to bring an assistant with him to prepare daily itineraries and laminate them and slide them under the door of the brothers’ compartment each morning. He’s a bit of a control freak and has recently been in a motorcycle accident, which he is still recovering from. We never get much about Peter aside from that he’s somehow managed to acquire a number of their late father’s personal belongings (razor and sunglasses, for example) and that he’s going to be a father soon. As for Jack, well, Jack we learned about in the short film.

One of the devices the film uses to tell the story of the brothers and the death of their father and how they coped with it at the time of the funeral is through a short story written by Jack. And this is where the short film fits in, because the story is written on the hotel stationery and the next story he writes makes it very clear that his characters aren’t fictional at all. He writes what happened and he’s not particularly nice about it. His second story quotes directly from the short film’s dialogue and I think it’s a cue to make it clear that the short story he’s had Francis and Peter read is one they’re all intimately familiar with even if they deny the details. Eventually we do get to see what happened, in a flashback that happens mid-movie. And what happened was that Peter tried to get their father’s car from the garage that had been working on it. It didn’t work out, they almost missed the funeral and en route found out that their mother was not going to be coming as she had never gotten on the plane to come home.

Being a Wes Anderson movie there is, of course, a hell of a lot of family dysfunction going on. All three brothers have significant character flaws and haven’t spoken to each other in the year since their father’s death. They talk behind each other’s backs, tell secrets, keep secrets, steal, lie and fight, and that’s just in their interactions with each other. Jack’s really pretty loathsome, if you ask me, and immediately fixates on the train attendant, announcing that he wants her. Peter’s thoroughly conflicted about becoming a father himself and has surrounded himself with his father’s things without telling his brothers that he has them. Francis orders their food for them, decides where they’re going and hides their passports. Oh, and they’re all dosing themselves up with the strongest painkillers they could get at the pharmacy next to the train station they started at. Their horrible behavior ends up getting them kicked off the train, which ends up being a good thing for all involved, really.

This is where I start to be frustrated with the film. Because the original conceit of the trip by train and the attempt to have a spiritual journey planned by itinerary on a set course is a fun one and the characters and their interactions are so incredibly clueless and damaged that it makes it absurd. But that leaves you with characters who won’t grow at all and therefore remain fairly unlikeable as people. Sure, it’s funny, but only to a point. So eventually something has to change. And what changes is that they save the lives of two boys and fail to save a third. This is a huge turning point for all three, but especially Peter, who takes the failure hard. On a simplistic level, this works for me. The three brothers have an experience that forces them to interact with each other and with people who have nothing to do with their family and it forces them to deal with life and death in an immediate setting.

On the other hand, I feel uncomfortable about the Big White Savior thing going on here. The boys they try to help are from a tiny and impoverished village in the Indian desert and the villagers take in the three men for the night, welcoming them and helping them and inviting them to the one boy’s funeral before then showing up at the bus stop to see them off. It’s using the lives and deaths of Indian people as a way to give a trio of wealthy and over-privileged white men some emotional growth and that doesn’t sit terribly well with me. When the brothers’ assumption that a spiritual journey in India would solve all their problems was presented as farcical then, well, I can get that. When a child there has to die in order for these guys to get over themselves? That’s something else entirely. If we’d known these people as fully formed characters that might have helped, but the movie focuses so intently on the brothers and wants us to relate so firmly to them alone that we aren’t even given subtitles to know what the villagers are saying. They aren’t people, they’re a tool.

On a plot development level, I understand what the purpose of the village episode is. I understand what’s going on and why it matters to the main characters and the story being told. I just don’t like the particulars and their implications and I wish it could have been managed some other way. Thankfully, the movie then picks back up with the brothers finally finding their mother and things regain their somewhat sceptical view of the whole ‘spiritual journey’ idea when she’s presented as totally blind to pretty much everything but herself even as she professes to be helping others. I love the reveal of the mother and the entire section at the convent in the mountains where she’s living. It’s so wonderfully written and put together and it clarifies so many of the behaviors and habits of the three main characters. And then they get on another train to continue their trip, which I really like given that they’ve changed as people.

After watching a making-of special that was on the DVD I have to wonder what they did with all of the set pieces. The entire train was decorated and furnished by hand. The plates were hand painted for the movie. The chairs were built for it. The train itself was painted with intricate paintings of elephants and scenes from the movie, things you never get to focus on when they’re on screen but which are amazingly detailed all the same. So many set pieces and props in other movies are things I assume were purchased for the movie and then sold or stored for later film use, or they were rented and returned. These things? I’m just stunned by them. And I’m in love with the train itself, which was customized for the shoot and ran on the real tracks and everything. Then again, I grew up with a model train enthusiast (my father collected HO scale trains and would set them up every so often and let me run them) and I would love to do more travel by train myself.

Overall, my issues with the middle of the movie and the short film aside, I do really love this movie. There’s one fantastic scene near the end where we see little one-room dioramas for all the side characters, set up like compartments of a train, and it just makes the movie for me. It’s such a perfect little way of capturing everything about this movie and it’s so quintessentially Wes Anderson. I have to wonder if he had model trains as a child, or as an adult. They seem right up his alley. Then again, once you’ve had your own real train customized to shoot a movie on, would models suffice?

May 1, 2011 Posted by | daily reviews | , , , , | Leave a comment

Movie 167 – Slumdog Millionaire

Slumdog Millionaire – August 14th, 2010

Working where I do, I am treated to many and varied opinions about every item that crosses my desk. For every patron who loves a book or movie there’s another who hates it. There are rare exceptions to this, but it truly is an excellent example of just how personal taste is. One very opinionated patron told me in no uncertain terms that this movie was horrible and should be banned for being such filth. And to be sure, there’s dirt and grime and blood and sweat and shit and pain and nudity and torture and fear and poverty and desperation in the movie, but it’s certainly not filth.

I suppose the term “filth” is subjective. But I wouldn’t use it to describe this movie. I’ve seen filth. It tends not to have any redeeming qualities, whereas this movie is brimming with them. In fact, I would go so far as to say that the movie is at least partially about redemption for horrible things. Redemption, determination and passion are at the heart of the movie, and those are certainly worthwhile themes that make all of the difficult parts worth watching.

There’s no easy way to break the three themes apart. We meet our main character, Jamal, while he is being tortured and interrogated under suspicion that he has cheated in a game show. He’s a teenager from the slums of Mumbai who serves chai at a call center. And yet he’s on the verge of winning the top prize on the Indian version of Who Wants to be a Millionaire? People got suspicious. And so the game show becomes a gimmick, taking us back to Jamal’s childhood. As he is asked each question more of his life is revealed, showing us how he knew every answer. It is, of course, unbelievable luck on his part. But only in the modern day. His childhood was full of horrible things like his mother being killed by a mob and he and his brother, Salim, narrowly escaping a gangster who was blinding children to make them more pitiful (and profitable) beggars. Along the way he meets and loses a girl named Latika a few times. The three leads’ paths diverge eventually around the middle, then meet back up again when they’re in their teens. Just in time to build up the climax where Jamal finds out that Salim is working for another gangster and Latika is trapped as the gangster’s property. Jamal goes on the show because he knows Latika watches it. He continues to win because of the life he has led. But it would all mean nothing if Salim didn’t step in to get Latika out.

There is plenty of all three themes in there. Jamal is certainly at the core of the film, driven by a need to make a life that isn’t where he came from but also isn’t like his brother’s, built on crime and the pain of others. He needs to find Latika, whom he’s clearly loved for years. Dev Patel does an admirable job with the role of Jamal in the present day, aware of how much he doesn’t know, but also unwilling to let that stop him from trying. Samir plays a counterpoint to Jamal, always looking for the fastest and best way to keep both himself and his little brother alive, even if it means sacrificing others. Madhur Mittal gets little screen time as the present day Samir, but I believed every moment he had as the conflicted older brother, trying to come out on top but knowing what he’d done to get there. And then there’s Latika, who I wish we’d gotten to see more of, but I understand that her brief appearances serve to make her that much more unattainable, which drives the tension in the plot up a notch or two. Freida Pinto takes the time she has on screen and the few lines she’s given and we know exactly what her life is like, trapped with Samir’s boss, Javed, and doing what she has to in order to survive, because it should go without saying that any escape attempt would end in death.

But that’s all just the present day. The flashbacks going back into Jamal, Samir and Latika’s childhoods are beautifully crafted to carry us from point to point. The children playing them at their various ages did fantastic jobs, all of them. You know that Jamal made it through, and given Samir’s attitude, you suspect he did too, because he’s so tenacious. But Latika? What of her? When she’s left behind after the boys escape the first time I knew precisely where she was going to end up, and I was right. I hate being right sometimes.

Seeing as I am most definitely not familiar with India and the various cultural influences that have gone into the making of this film, I cannot speak to its accuracy. There are horrible scenes of violence and abuse, both in flashbacks showing the main characters as children and in the modern day interrogation of Jamal. I wish I could say I’m sure they’re made up, but I do know that no matter where one is in the world, there are people willing to do despicable things to other people for a whole host of reasons. As to the specifics, I can’t say one way or the other. The when and where and how aren’t things I can really remark on. But they who and the why? People with money, people with power, and people without either? Those things could translate to so many countries. It makes the story painfully universal while the cinematography and actors and script take that universality and point it towards India.

All that being said, I think the movie truly celebrates its location. Yes, we’re shown some truly unsettling and horrifying things. But as I said, there are unsettling and horrifying things everywhere, and to try and claim that there is anywhere entirely free of them is to admit to gross ignorance. What makes it a celebration is that there is a sense that Jamal is really a mascot for the people who watch him on the show. Near the end are scenes of people gathering to watch, and cheering when he wins. The people in power might not want him to win, but everyone else does, and those are the ones who matter to me. There’s the soundtrack, and so many scenes of Mumbai, both serving to pull the viewer into the setting, inviting us to be there with everyone, watching to see if Jamal can win, and find Latika. Of course it’s fantastical, the way everything works out in the end and Jamal’s life can be told through the questions he’s asked. It borders on magical realism a bit there. But it’s meant to be a little unrealistic, a little over the top, a little fantastical. It’s the sort of movie you just have to run with, and it’s beautiful and sad and painful and magical. And most certainly not filth.

August 14, 2010 Posted by | daily reviews | , , , | Leave a comment