Showing posts with label spike jonze. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spike jonze. Show all posts

Friday, December 20, 2013

HER Review


Upon hearing the premise of Spike Jonze's "Her" -- the story of a man who falls in love with an operating system -- one may write it off as a surrealist dystopian gimmick. Quite the opposite. The wildly talented writer/director has already finessed such absurdist premises from Charlie Kaufman into wonderful works of art from "Being John Malkovich" to "Adaptation." In his directorial debut, Jonze adapated Maurice Sendak's "Where the Wild Things Are" into a bold reimagining of childhood. Now in his fourth feature, he has given us a startling new way to look at the world. It's an elegiac meditation on relationships and how we live today, and it's brilliant.

Joaquin Phoenix plays Theodore Twombly, a smart and kind but desperately lonely man who's still reeling from a break-up with his wife, Catherine (Rooney Mara), a year later. He lives in the not-so-distant future in Los Angeles, a very nonsleek and tactile-looking future, an aesthetic that could only be thought up by Spike Jonze. Theodore works for a company that composes hand-written letters to loved ones, but they are written by the company's employees. So, he spends his days diving into the personal lives of others, trying his best to avoid his own. It's the first sign of the large emotional disconnect this society experiences, and it's not so far from our own reality.

Consider the citizens walking around with what look like hearing aids plugged into their ears, talking to themselves; or, rather, talking to their operating system (OS). Google Glass, anyone? In this world, a new version has just been released, OS 1, with an ever-adapting personality that suits the user's every need. Theodore gets his own and is introduced to the self-named Samantha. "Hello, I am here," she says into the darkness of Theodore's living room. And so it begins.

Samantha is, almost inevitably, voiced by Scarlett Johansson whose smoky, girl-next-door demeanor gives the disembodied voice a necessary physicality throughout the blossoming of her and Theodore's relationship. What starts off quirky and cute transforms into a romance that is totally serious and, amazingly enough, believable and true. Johansson is soulful and charming in the completely off-screen role, while Phoenix gives a performance in pure isolation that is as potent as, if not more than, the widely-acclaimed Sandra Bullock in "Gravity" and Robert Redford in "All Is Lost."

Theodore does have human connection in his life. His co-worker Paul (Chris Pratt) is in a happy human relationship while his friend Amy (Amy Adams, resembling a frizzy-haired Cameron Diaz from "Being John Malkovich"), is in an unsatisfied human relationship. Theodore eventually has the confidence to announce to them that, yes, he is dating his OS. Enchanting, beautiful and deeply sad -- aided greatly by a score from Arcade Fire, featuring the last track "Supersymmetry" off their new album -- the film isn't about an OS but about what such a relationship does to the human condition.

"Her" begins to lose shape and momentum in its third act, but that's also when the film's message starts to seep in. How do we reach out to find human connection? We're left wondering about the possibility of true love and whether we are forever caught up in ourselves to honestly connect to another person. And in the end, the absence of all distraction -- our computers, technology, our highly-advanced operating systems -- might allow us to finally see what's right in front of us.

Monday, October 19, 2009

There's One Inside All Of Us

Where the Wild Things Are


"Where the Wild Things Are" is one of the year's best films. What we have here is the bold combination of Maurice Sendak's 1963 classic Caldecott Medal-winning children's book and the Oscar-nominated director Spike Jonze ("Being John Malkovich," "Adaptation"). How Jonze and his co-writer Dave Eggers took Sendak's book of only 10 sentences and made it into a feature length movie is something beyond me. And how they made it into something as exciting, tender, beautiful, and moving as this, it's just magic.

Jonze could've taken the easy route and made his movie animated, but instead, he shoots it live-action with the help of longtime cinematographer Lance Acord on a hand-held camera and towering creature costumes with CGI facial expressions and a great cast of actors' voices. The film has a very primitive style, an aesthetic that fits the rugged and dreamlike qualities within the wonders of a child's imagination. Jonze's goal was to match the mindset of a 9-year-old boy, and he has succeeded. The boy, Max, is played by Max Records who is only 12. In his performance, he bursts with energy, freedom, and exploration. Yet, he's lonely. Throughout our introduction to Max, he roughhouses with his dog, commences a snowball fight, messes with his sister's room in a fit of anger, and shrieks in a triumphant moment of rebellion at his mom (the always wonderful Catherine Keener). It's when Max pushes his mom to the limit that his adventure begins, and he journeys to where the wild things are.

Wearing his cat costume complete with whiskers, Max travels there by boat to this land that is expansive in its promise of excitement and danger. The wild things are given their own names and distinct personalities that are derived from Sendak's illustrations. Max finds himself amongst quite a crowd, and, out of pure adrenaline, labels himself king of these wild things. "Let the wild rumpus start!" he exclaims. We soon discover the insecurities and anxieties of each wild thing. Carol (James Gandolfini), Judith (Catherine O'Hara), Ira (Forest Whitaker), Alexander (Paul Dano), and Douglas (Chris Cooper) all share a dynamic that reflect the same squabbles and concerns that fill any child. Across a gorgeous landscape of sand, forest, and water, Max and his wild things build a fort, howl and rabblerouse, and rest in a big, breathing, slumbering pile.

While donning a PG-rating, there are some moments throughout that could be considered scary for younger viewers. Jonze, believe it or not, has perhaps created a kid's movie that really isn't all that much for kids, and I see this as a very good thing. It allows the movie to really get to the heart of children's fears and aspirations, the true horrors that no parental guidance can ever shield. The hurt behind the yellow eyes of the wild things is proof enough that they don't sugarcoat anything for Max and deal with discrepancies in all seriousness. Jonze treats his film likewise and, while still holding moments of tenderness, he never shies away from the vaguely nightmarish. The result is truly special, affective, and deeply emotional.

The score by Karen O (of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs) and the Kids is perfect. It's jubilant and hauntingly melancholy all at once, a masterful backdrop of colorful sound and atmosphere that brilliantly fits the universe Jonze has created. With his film adaptation of "Where the Wild Things Are," Spike Jonze has paid proper tribute to the original source while still taking on the project as something entirely his own, something that he has shaped into this wonderfully odd and profound creation. It is a work of art, a preservation of the book's spirit and an affirmation of its potent themes on childhood through the remarkable application of Jonze's own fully realized and sensible vision.