tryavna wrote:Mr. Sausage, I actually think you make a lot of good points here; however, discussions of this sort always remind me of a line by Homer Simpson in one of the earliest Simpsons episodes:
"What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind!"
That is actually a famous epigram generally attributed to the great 18th Century Irish Bishop and Idealist philosopher, George Berekley and I laughed when I first read it, but, as ever, it is even funnier when such words of wisdom are placed in the mouth of the loveable, bumbling slob.
HerrSchreck wrote:I'm stunned to read favorable reviews of SIGNS.. of course to each his own and I'm glad some at least found pleasure in this film, but to me & mine, this was truly one of the worst films I've ever ever, man I mean ever. Especially considering the promise inherent in 6th SENSE. SIGNS made Schrader's EXCORCIST-DOMINION look like THE PASSION OF JOAN OF ARC.
Indeed. Gary Tooze, to my surprise, reviewed
Signs recently, calling it, "slick, smart, and keeps you on the edge of your seat with fine performances, subtle humor and slight references to faith and conviction." I avoided this film on its initial release, as
Unbreakable, though very intriguing, had such a ridiculous ending, that I was reticent to watch his latest film - an alien-invasion of a would-be Norman Rockwell family, no less. But Gary's high praise intrigued me and so I decided to rent the film. Now, the premise was very familiar and it reminded me of so many whimsical fantasy films of years gone by:
War of the Worlds is the bedrock of all alien-invasion stories and Wells' classic tale pervades this film throughout; the aesthetic of the homey corn-farm in
Field of Dreams returns, but it isn't Shoeless Joe that's lurking in the corn, folks; the obvious influence of Speilberg's
Close Encounters is felt in many scenes. Frankly, I didn't see much originality in this film, apart from the aspect of loss-of-faith in Gibson's priest. but what it curious is that this priest is also a corn-farmer! How did he find the time to do both jobs? Corn-farming is a tough enterprise and by the sound of things, he had a large and loyal flock before he left the Church. The contrivance of the little girl's fickle taste for water bothered me, as did the whole aspect of the aliens' reaction to water - why come to a planet whose surface is 75% water, to enslave or eat beings who are, physically speaking, also 75% water?! I am always perplexed by the praise Shyamalan receives for his 'clever' writing, when I consider these contrivances and absurdities. The idea that a conspicuous chronic cripple could be a prolific terrorist destroyed the power of
Unbreakable for me. The narrative unfolds reasonably enough in
Signs until the aliens finally attack, after much waiting (they could hardly have been
preparing, as they seem to have no strategy at all) and the family, after boarding up the house, simply stand around, putting all their hopes on the strength of three inch nails against galaxy conquering super-beings. So they opt for the old 'hole-up in the basement' option, but all the time, they all seem quite calm, quite a contrast to the hysterical screaming of Nevada Fanning in
War of the Worlds, but soon Gibson freaks out once again, only to find compassion once again. And then... it's all over; the aliens somehow conquered, rather vaguely through "primitive means" - but wait! there's one alien left! Ooh! Terrible film and I haven't even mentioned the indistinctive flashbacks to the mother's absurd death, where she is conscious, yet feels no pain despite being mashed in half between a truck and 4x4! Eh? She can even
talk and with considerable lucidity! Despite these massive flaws, I had a jolly good time chuckling away at this yarn - sometime the humour was intended by Night, but often unintentional and that is what bothers me about his films: they generally have the air of a somewhat serious and adult stance and Shyamalan speaks of his films as serious, intelligent stories, yet silliness and goofiness seem to be part of the mix. Joachin Phoenix (b. 1974) was wasted in this film and it was hard to believe his character was Gibson's (b.1956) brother.
To be honest this film, as well as Spielberg's,
War of the World, didn't stand much of a chance, as I have pretty much had my fill of alien-invasion films where there has not been any progress since the 1953 film of Wells' novel. Filmmakers seem to read the wrong books or do the wrong thinking regarding alien intelligences (as well as 'Divine' intelligences) as time after time, we keep seeing the same premise, narrative, situations, characters and conclusions. Adding a religious dimension to this well-worn premise could be fruitful, but with
Signs, Shyamalan does very little with it - Gibson's character regains his metaphysics yet how this came about is not even hinted at - some form of Providence is the Divine agent, it seems. Ultimately, this was a story not worth telling, as I feel that we've seen all this stuff before, but it is presented in very sophisticated manner with fine atmosphere. But guess what? Old Gordo was bothered by the score! Overbearing and overused. Interestingly, in the making-of, Shyamlan states that he didn't want a score, but he obviously realised that a film where one doesn't
show the threat,
needs music to indicate that threat; it takes a master of the medium to use silence successfully.
Gary Tooze asks us to trust him, as Shyamalan is "one of the futures of modern cinema as we know it" and if that is case, then I at least hope that he refines his writing significantly and jettisons the magpie-ing of Hitchcock, Spielberg and many 'magical realism' films. His new film,
Lady in the Water doesn't sound too appealing, frankly. Shyamalan's mini freak-out with Disney is quite amusing. He really seems to be convinced of his own genius, but to be quite honest, his films are just old fashioned escapist entertainment trying to be serious dramas on some level; they more or less succed in the former, but not the latter. Hitchcock remains the master of this alchemy of dark humour, suspense and psychology, but Hitch never went in for fantasy, as when you do that, those other three aspects are often undermined. Bringing Christianity into the mix is certainly a bridge too far for me, personally. Tarkovsky is probably the best - perhaps only - artist who could pull these disparate elements together and often to mesmerizing effect to various degrees in his films, but then, he was the most patient of writers and directors and that is what complex stories require;
Signs seems thrown together in comparison, yet there is an earnestness and seriousness to the film that could only cause bemusement in me.