Some thoughts on Alex Garland’s Civil War

Just some loose thoughts on the Civil War film… No, not the MCU one, I’m talking about the one set in a dystopia where secessionist states are fighting against the US president.

Matt Zoller Seitz has summed up the initial reactions to Civil War: ‘(1) an alternative future history of a divided United States that’s intended as a cautionary tale; (2) a technically proficient but empty-headed misery porn compendium that derives much of its power from images redolent of genocide and/or lynching, but ducks political specifics so as not to offend reactionaries; or (3) a visionary spectacular with ultra-violence that might or might not have something important to say but will definitely look and sound great on an expensive home entertainment system.’

I don’t fully share any of these perspectives. Civil War doesn’t strike me as a cautionary tale as much as the kind the film that, by anticipating some elements of what’s to come, is bound to be remembered and referenced in the same way all those old disaster movies or thrillers about terrorism in New York gained a retroactive resonance after covid-19 or 9/11. As near-future history, though, it’s not particularly believable: if there is a breakdown of the US, it seems more likely to entail deep internal division and conflict between factions within communities (Trump voters live next door, not just in some conveniently separated geographic area) rather than what we see in the film, which is a fairly conventional war between states/military forces.

As is often the case, I find it more interesting to consider how the movie uses past events, as it relocates to the US imagery from wars in Germany, Vietnam, Iraq, etc, so that what seemed remote now seems close and blended. By simultaneously evoking estrangement and recognition, Civil War may perhaps suggest to Americans the feeling of witnessing from the inside those societies’ collapse… or of witnessing such collapse through the outside lens of foreign correspondents. It’s not so much a challenging statement as yet another reminder of how differently Western empathy works towards privileged places in comparison to sites like Gaza.

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On the picture’s ostensible apolitical stance, i.e. the way it avoids taking sides while emptying the conflict of discernible ideologies and reducing the backstory to vague allusions, well, this is actually something I liked: I went in fearing a preachy polemic, so I found Civil War’s minimalist world-building, close-to-the-ground storytelling, and relatively spare dialogue to be refreshing and stimulating.

The main reason for this choice may have been cynical commercial interest and political cowardice, trying not to alienate too many possible target audiences, but the result is nevertheless thought-provoking. The fact that the ambiguous scenario can be read both ways, as either a revolt against a Trump figure or as a right-wing coalition elevating January 6th to the next level (the sequence with Jesse Plemons is the only one that conveys clear ideological stakes, but it remains uncertain which side he’s fighting for or if he has just gone rogue) signals the political confusion and the very unpredictability of our current moment.

Likewise, by exploiting and sensationalizing graphic violence, including that of real-world tragedies, the film reflects the attitude of the central characters, a group of desensitized reporters more concerned with thrills and aesthetics than with the political implications or the actual suffering they depict. If Civil War is about anything, it’s about the cold distance of sensationalist war-related journalism, which is not to say that it has anything new or deep to say… Indeed, more than the superficial politics, I was struck by the superficial take on photojournalism, with everybody treating photos as if they don’t have angles or meanings or points of view – they’re just ‘great’ when they look impressive and shocking.

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This brings us to (3), that is to say, to the notion that Civil War is best appreciated as a visceral rather than cerebral experience, providing a string of perversely entertaining set pieces, enhanced by the provocative context but not necessarily at its service. Unlike what the poster and trailer might suggest, this is not a dumb blockbuster drawing on obvious American icons to stage a relentless orgy of spectacular action and large-scale destruction but rather something closer in style to Alfonso Cuarón’s Children of Men. Still, it’s a tense, immersive road movie where every stop involves a new mystery and obstacle, so the most satisfying way to enjoy it is perhaps on a moment-by-moment basis, hanging out with these characters instead of theorizing about the bigger picture.

This matches my general approach to Alex Garland, whom I think consistently uses ambitious high concepts to fuel moody yet functional genre pieces, frustrating those in search of insightful science fiction while rewarding those (like me) for whom the smart elements are a bonus adorning stylish sci-fi adventures. So, underneath the Tarkovsky veneer, just as 28 Days Later was a post-apocalyptic zombie flick, Sunshine a slasher in outer space, Dredd a cyberpunk action fest, Ex Machina a chamber piece psychological thriller, Annihilation a – flawed yet compelling – slow-burn monster-hunting shooter, Devs a spy-fi yarn, and Men a psychedelic body horror riff (which eventually loses its way precisely by pushing the allegorical dimension), Civil War boils down to a solid war movie with an edgy twist.

The thing is that, even with adjusted expectations, Garland’s film is neither particularly original in terms visuals nor especially involving in terms of characterization (despite the nice performances, in particular Kirsten Dunst, who comes across as truly broken and tired). The notion of the US as a modern battlefield was memorably mined in the preposterously silly Red Dawn, forty years ago, and you can find much more complex, fleshed out war correspondents in Under Fire, to cite two of Gotham Calling’s top Cold War films.

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I get why some viewers – especially critics – would demand more. A24 productions have such a serious, pretentious tone that they keep hinting towards something sophisticated and meaningful, yet not always living up to that promise. Recently, the company was behind Zone of Interest, Jonathan Glazer’s controversial historical drama about the domestic family life of Auschwitz’s commandant (whose house was right next to the concentration camp), which actually has a few points of contact with Civil War: both thematize people’s ability to accept and coexist with carnage; both eschew exposition-laden conversations, relying heavily on – and ultimately exploring – our own previous understanding of the world (even if Zone of Interest keeps the Holocaust’s physical violence offscreen, poignantly dramatizing the ‘out of sight, out of mind’ inclination, while Civil War shamelessly recreates that violence, illustrating how even images of death and pain come to be accepted).

By now, we’ve all seen countless versions of the destruction of the United States, many of them much more imaginative than what you find here. For instance, the maps I’ve used in this post come from comics that did it in a more maximalist – and surrealist – fashion. I find them all very cool and fun, but I suppose what sets Civil War apart, at the end of the day, is precisely its low-key vibe, as if underlining how mundane and increasingly familiar this prospect has come to feel.

I’m certainly not the first to point out that apocalyptic fiction has become less and less futuristic. Then again, as Ursula K. Le Guin put it as far back as 1969, in the introduction to The Left Hand of Darkness, classic sci-fi has always tended to be more descriptive than predictive: ‘The weather bureau will tell you what next Tuesday will be like, and the Rand Corporation will tell you what the twenty-first century will be like. I don’t recommend that you turn to the writers of fiction for such information. It’s none of their business. All they’re trying to do is tell you what they’re like, and what you’re like – what’s going on – what the weather is now, today, this moment, the rain, the sunlight, look!’

Give Me Liberty #4

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COMICS CAN BE AWESOME (22 April 2024)

Another reminder that comic book covers can be awesome… and another tribute to renditions of facial acting and the art of the close-up:

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Some thoughts on 21st-century spy shows

Secret agents and international intrigue have really come back with a vengeance in the past decade or so. The War on Terror and, later, the renewed tension between the West and Russia seem to have stimulated the public’s appetite for this sort of material, now updated to an era where surveillance technology makes some of the old spy-fi devices appear quaint in comparison.

When it comes to smart entertainment that mixes intricate plots, engaging characterization, and ripped-from-the-headlines geopolitics, the biggest juggernauts were Homeland (2011-2020) and The Bureau (2015-2020). I was particularly fond of the latter, a neo-noirish narrative about a division of the French Secret Services specialized in cover stories, or ‘legends,’ weaving a tapestry of missions involving a million different political forces in the Middle East.

Elegantly emanating le Carré-esque reservation and authenticity, The Bureau’s main emphasis was on the low-key aspects of spycraft (dissimulation, psychological manipulation, technological surveillance), although this was often tied to the violence on the ground, particularly in the war against ISIS. In fact, the action became more visually daring as the series progressed, including a number of remarkable set pieces (the Israeli hit squad in the hotel corridor, the wall-breaking operation through a ravaged Mosul…). Things got especially grim in the final season, with a string of crushing moments and broken characters (yet also much more sex).

It is worth noting that a few smaller productions were just as solid, like 2021’s Vigil, which pursued a mystery set in a nuclear submarine. Alas, the second season (a new mystery, now largely set in a Persian Gulf base and revolving around combat drones) was much less impressive…

At the moment, the finest specimen of this breed is probably The Diplomat, which revolves around the US ambassador in the UK trying to prevent the British from going to war in the Middle East (a nice historical twist, cleverly playing on post-Iraq/Afghanistan wars, post-Trump, and post-Brexit anxieties). The Diplomat was created by Debora Cahn, who brings in the craft she honed scripting The West Wing and Homeland into yet another political thriller that takes for granted the audience’s familiarity with government workings and contemporary hot topics while pitting a bunch of charismatic characters against each other in complex games of diplomacy and intelligence (in both senses of the word). Geopolitics have really caught up with this one, though, so I’m guessing the next season will take place in some kind of alternate reality where their ersatz-Prigozhin can remain alive and where genocidal war in the Middle East remains a looming threat rather than a consummated fact.

If The Diplomat has more of a sitcom vibe, the same goes for another one of my favorites among the latest crop of spy shows. Slow Horses focuses on an MI5 unit made up almost entirely out of second-rate agents who have screwed up in the past. To be sure, with source material as good as Mick Herron’s novels, all you have to do is try to stay relatively faithful, breathing life into the various eccentric characters and witty dialogue, even if necessarily sacrificing the text’s droll descriptions (‘The minister at the time had been every senior spook’s wet dream: spineless, indecisive, terrified of bad press, and anxious never to be caught in the vicinity of a decelerating buck.’). Still, it would be unfair to reduce the show to a serviceable adaptation – it has developed its own groove and rhythm (helped by Mick Jagger’s absolutely kickass theme song). It also has a stellar cast, starting with Gary Oldman as the team’s outrageously abusive boss, Jackson Lamb.

Since Oldman played the spymaster George Smiley in 2011’s film version of Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, it is hard not to see his performance on an intertextual level – Lamb is like a dark reflection of Smiley, more vulgar and certainly less diplomatic, but likewise exhibiting the sharpness of an old cold warrior. And I reckon it’s not the only nod to the genre’s past: the second season opens in a porn shop (like Conrad’s Secret Agent) and contains a leg-torture scene (like Inglourious Basterds), even though it drops much of the novel’s Die Hard-ish subplot.

That season, in fact, does more streamlining than the first one, trailing further away from Herron and actually replacing a few key twists. Overall, I don’t mind: the changes actually made it a more stimulating viewing experience for me, as I had read the book (Dead Lions) and so I got to enjoy a story with some extra surprises. That said, I did miss the novel’s lovely denouement, where sleeper agents become a sort of metaphor for immigration and integration. (It was also a pity that the next season omitted the very final scene of the third novel, Real Tigers, one of Lamb’s most badass moments…)

Overall, these are good times for aficionados of cool spy fiction. Even if you want something less concerned with geopolitics than with the escapist dimension of accessing a secret underworld operating in the shadows of our mundane life, there is plenty to choose from. Those that lean towards sci-fi can enjoy intelligent hybrids thanks to the likes of Counterpart (what I wouldn’t give for a third season) or even Andor. For those who prefer a more playful tone, there’s the mellow indie romcom Mr. & Mrs. Smith (2024), not to mention the twisted cat-and-mouse games of Killing Eve (2018-2022).

The latter, about an obsessive hunt across Europe for a psychopathic hitwoman, had a steady supply of neat needle drops and stylish directorial choices (like the intense dance floor attack in the third episode or the tracking shot at the beginning of season 2) to go along with the zippy writing. The result was so darkly funny – and, sure, sometimes just plain dark – that it’s no wonder the initial showrunner Phoebe Waller-Bridge was hired to polish the script for No Time to Die (that film is quite a mixed bag, but you can sense Waller-Bridge’s mark in the very fun sequence in Cuba).

In this regard, last year’s Citadel is probably the one that took things farthest. This is as superficial a genre piece as you are likely to find, following ultra-secret agencies (for whom the CIA and the MI6 are ‘minor leagues’) involved in a shadow war that has shaped modern human history, which we get to uncover through the eyes of an amnesiac super-agent forced back in the game. The show feels like what would happen if you gave a very generous budget to a screenwriter whose whole only knowledge of the world came from Bond, Bourne and M:I movies… In fact, it covers pretty much the same ground and plot shenanigans as the recent film comedy Argyle, but whereas there the stale, broad humor was loudly telegraphed and insultingly hammered home at every turn (except for a bit of inspired lunacy towards the end), Citadel isn’t necessarily pitched to the lowest common denominator… For every piece of dialogue that resembles a placeholder, there are enough moments when the show seems to be giddily testing how far it can push its circuitous narrative, demanding attention rather than mere recognition.

I don’t mind the derivative aspects, which Citadel pulls off with gusto, bombarding us with high-pitched action (especially John Woo-ish gun fu), quippy exchanges (full of f-boms, giving it an even more adolescent flair), and an extra twist always waiting around the corner.  Compared to any of the other shows I mentioned, however, there is very little to hold on to in terms of emotionally engaging characterization or any connection at all to the outside world… The agents’ globetrotting adventures take them from one postcard location to the next, but they are so removed from actual ideologies or international affairs that the whole thing becomes quite abstract, as if emptying espionage of everything except for pulpy thrills. The result is pure, trashy, disposable fun.

It’s exactly the sort of breezy take on super-spies you can find in Dynamite’s James Bond 007 comics, including the recent books written by Philip Kennedy Johnson (which strongly benefit from the nifty colors of Dearbhla Kelly, Francesco Segala, and Claudia Giulani):

James Bond 007 – For King and Country #2

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COMICS CAN BE AWESOME (15 April 2024)

This week, a reminder that X-Men comics can be surprisingly meaningful and morally complex… but also very, very horny. It’s right there on the covers:

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Another damn busy week…

MONDAY

Tenses #2

TUESDAY

Batman & Robin Adventures #10

WEDNESDAY

Batman / Toyman #3

THURSDAY

Batman: Black & White (v3) #4

FRIDAY

Kings of Fear #1

SATURDAY

Batman: Universe #3

SUNDAY

Detective Comics #482

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COMICS CAN BE AWESOME (8 April 2024)

This week’s reminder that comic books can be awesome is yet another tribute to Carmine Infantino’s talent for cover composition:

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Other detectives in Gotham City

Back in January, I wrote about Slam Bradley, one of several detectives who share Gotham with the Dark Knight. I don’t mean police detectives – I’m talking about the many private investigators whose cases have brought them into contact with the eccentric crimes of this oddball city… And since Bradley is hardly alone, I’m kicking off an irregular series of posts discussing Batman’s local competition, starting with a couple of funny additions to the cast.

Comics and mystery fiction have had a long relationship. Indeed, one of my favorite subgenres of Batman stories are tales in which the Caped Crusader – also hyperbolically known as the World’s Greatest Detective – uses his intellect to sort out a web of intrigue or to solve a whodunit, especially when some of the rogues show up as suspects or supporting players, like in ‘Broken City’ (Batman #620-625), ‘Dead Reckoning’ (Detective Comics #777-782), and ‘Cold Case’ (Legends of the Dark Knight #201-203), not to mention The Long Halloween.

Like I said in the intro, besides playing the detective himself, Batman sometimes bumps into other (professional and amateur) investigators, who can become allies or turn out to be wild cards pursuing their own agenda. One of those figures, created by Alan Grant and Norm Breyfogle – and who popped up in half a dozen of the former’s comics – is Joe Potato, a deadbeat P.I. (that happens to look like a potato).

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Part of what made the schlubby-looking, rough-sounding Joe Potato so instantly entertaining was the juxtaposition of his attitude (he spoke like an old-school gumshoe) with the fact that – let’s face it – he wasn’t especially good at his job… He first showed up in 1988’s ‘Ecstasy’ (Detective Comics #594), where he couldn’t even figure out who his client was, only managed to close the case by following Batman around town, and didn’t even get the rest of his payment in the end!

It would be almost two years until we saw Joe Potato again, in ‘Sisters in Arms’ (Batman #460-461), where he asked the Caped Crusader for help in dismantling a white slavery ring that was smuggling wannabe dancers from Gotham to a Thai brothel (just another addition to the franchise’s long-running obsession with sex work). They teamed up, but Potato wasn’t exactly the most reliable partner… Hell, when Batman went into an office to search for clues, Joe couldn’t even be trusted to wait around in the Batmobile without screwing up:

Batman #460

(Anything that serves as a pretext for Breyfogle to draw an action scene is okay in my book, even when it’s irrelevant to the plot… Yet this sequence isn’t entirely gratuitous: besides the visual delight and comedic relief, it further underscores the stark contrast between the two detectives.)

While the big team-up in ‘Sisters in Arms’ turned out to be between the series’ female characters (Catwoman, Vicki Vale, and the sorely missed Sergeant Sarah Essen), it was amusing to see the ultra-competent Batman given a relatively bumbling sidekick, for a while. That said, Joe Potato wasn’t just a dead weight… He actually got the most sinister line in the whole arc, when facing a member of the slave ring:

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In case you’re worried, this object turned out to be a harmless rubber peeler; Joe Potato was just bluffing in order to extract information from the slaver (‘Mrs. Potato’s boy plays strictly by the recipe book!’).

Alan Grant later brought back Potato in Shadow of the Bat (namely in issues #40-41), where he was hired by yet another mysterious client (who turned out to be the vigilante Anarky) and once again bit off more than he could chew (he ended up tied to a zeppelin loaded with explosives). Honestly, it’s a damn shame he didn’t show up more often: I quite like the idea of a clueless, unlucky loser who keeps getting mixed up in Gotham City’s bizarre underworld, never entirely sure about what is going on around him (not unlike Jon Polito in The Big Lebowski).

It wasn’t until Shadow of the Bat Annual #5 that Joe Potato got a proper starring role. That issue was part of DC’s pulp-inspired 1997 annuals, riffing on hardboiled detective fiction and young romance comics with a story deliciously titled “I Was the Love-Slave of a Plant-Based Killer!”

Shadow of the Bat Annual #5

It’s a pretty nifty issue. Joe Potato, down in the dumps (“I’m an ugly guy doin’ an ugly job, and the babes ain’t exactly swoonin’ at my feet”), is hired by Poison Ivy to get an ancient emerald skull and, of course, he falls head over heels for her. As a result, Potato makes one mistake after another as he finds himself fighting for his life against dangerous thugs and monsters, double-crossing the Dark Knight, and both endangering and saving the world, only to wind up heartbroken and alone.  What a send-off!

And if Joe Potato comes across like a playful version of the archetype of the noirish, seasoned private eye (a la Sam Spade, Phillip Marlowe, or Lew Archer), then Beatrice and Penelope Biddee are the franchise’s take on ‘old lady’ amateur investigators, like Miss Marple and Jessica Fletcher.

Detective Comics #634

These two ladies keep bumping into murders and heists, which they then cheerfully investigate on their own, testing evidence in their kitchen. Part of the joke is the contrast between their sweetness and their enthusiastic embrace of a world of violence, as they carry multiple firearms in their pursues and do tests with amyl nitrate while preparing a tea… Yet the joke is also that the Biddee sisters are *not* Miss Marple: according to Batman, they’re infamous for having fucked up a number of police investigations through their interference.

Writer Kelley Puckett introduced the Biddees in ‘The Third Man’ (Detective Comics #634, cover-dated August 1991), a very funny mystery yarn with a sprinkle of international intrigue. Sadly, DC never took advantage of this offbeat pair, although the issue’s manic pace and sheer overflow of ideas probably clinched it in terms of getting Puckett the gig of kicking off – and thus setting the tone for – the Batman Adventures line (which eventually did feature a side-splitting cameo by the sisters, in issue #30).

Both Joe Potato and the Biddee sisters are sadly underused characters, although I like how they nevertheless help build up the franchise’s rich pedigree of fun minor figures populating Gotham City, reminding us that the costumed heroes and villains aren’t the only weird people running around. Next time (whenever that is), I’ll discuss two recurring detectives that left more of a mark.

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COMICS CAN BE AWESOME (1 April 2024)

The subgenre of super-spies seems especially suited for comic books, where there are no budget constraints in terms of depicting gonzo gadgets and glamorous globetrotting, so it’s no wonder we’ve gotten such a long history of James Bond comics, not to mention eccentric variations like the politically charged anthropomorphic animal series Grandville. Marvel jumped on the trend as early as the 1960s, not only with the visually impressive Nick Fury, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., but also with the introduction of the Russian spy Natasha Romanova, aka Black Widow. The latter proved to be such an engaging character that she kept gaining greater prominence, whether as a key supporting player in Daredevil and The Avengers or as the star of numerous short-lived series, including a spectacular-looking take not that long ago (cashing in on what turned out to be quite an underwhelming movie). And, sure enough, the Black Widow’s coolness has inspired plenty of awesome covers over the years:

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Catching up with crime movies

I had a blast putting together Gotham Calling’s list of top Cold War movies, as I got to dig into cinema history and unearth a slew of gems from the mid-to-late 20th century that approached geopolitics through diverse (and sometimes quite eccentric) uses of film language.

That said, it’s not as if there aren’t interesting movies coming out today… So, with that in mind, and taking for granted that the genre that best speaks to our age of immediacy is probably the thriller, with its tight control of pace and perspective, I’ve decided to spotlight half a dozen suspenseful pictures that came out in recent years and which show how this form of storytelling still has plenty to offer on the screen:

DECISION TO LEAVE

(Park Chan-wook, 2022)

I’ll try not to overuse the adjective ‘Hitchcockian,’ but it’s hard to avoid in the case of Decision to Leave, a mystery thriller about a cop who becomes enthralled by a victim’s wife (who is also a suspect). Along with the Vertigo-esque mood, there is a fascination with technology – especially smart phones – as an omnipresent source of both vital information *and* miscommunication. For all the many labyrinthic twists of a challengingly intricate plot, though, it’s single images and quiet moments that linger in the mind, as Park Chan-wook handles the material with his inimitable style, treating every frame like a carefully composed painting.

JUST 6.5

(Saeed Rousayi, 2019)

This Iranian tour-de-force about the narcotics brigade’s relentless – and often ruthless – struggle, up the food chain, to nail a major drug kingpin grabs you from the start with its gritty, documentary-like style and never lets go… The first half is pretty much The French Connection in Teheran, but halfway through the film takes a different, richer direction, humanizing the characters, critically scrutinizing the justice system, and ultimately casting doubt on what appears to be a recognizably hopeless war on drugs. In other words, not only do we get the thrills and aesthetics of Friedkin’s classic, but also a more complex emotional drama and an even more discomfiting comment on society.

THE KILLER

(David Fincher, 2023)

A paranoid ride through the eyes of a methodical, globetrotting, and seemingly heartless hitman, The Killer feels very much like a modern take on the sort of quasi-existentialist, process-heavy thrillers Jean-Pierre Melville used to do, with David Fincher’s ultra-immersive style more than making up for the story’s shallowness. Sure, the film is admittedly based on Matz’s and Luc Jacamon’s cool graphic novels, but those owe quite a debt to Melville themselves, so it all circles back. Michael Fassbinder’s faux philosophical voice-over is annoying at first, but once you accept it as a self-justification/self-reminder mantra to help him stay focused, it actually adds to the film’s intensity, not because of the bullshit words themselves but because they keep suggesting varying degrees of commitment. Plus, there’s the best fight scene onscreen since Atomic Blonde (which is also based on a great comic, albeit much, much less faithful to the source material…).

KIMI

(Steven Soderbergh, 2022)

A woman whose job is to review errors from an Alexa-like device suspects she may have come across the recording of a violent crime – and dealing with this involves facing both challenges and opportunities related to hyper-surveillance and to isolated work from home. Director Steven Soderbergh, who enjoys doing straight-up filmic pastiches every once in a while, here riffs on Alfred Hitchcock and Brian De Palma, brazenly deploying their cinematic style and psychological gimmicks in the world of covid-19 and #metoo. Kimi was one of the first movies to acknowledge the new realities of the pandemic era without directly commenting upon them or feeling the need to place them at the centre of the narrative. (That said, the very final shot, wrapping up the protagonist’s arc in a neat bow, is both needless and kind of annoying.)

PIG

(Michael Sarnoski, 2021)

A hermit’s truffle-sniffing pig gets brutally snatched away from him, forcing him to come out of the wilderness in search for his companion among Portland’s restaurant scene – which turns out to be eerily akin to a gangster underworld. All this may sound a bit goofy (unless you consider that most food in restaurants and markets is indeed produced/acquired through criminally inhumane means), so it’s a testament to Nicholas Cage’s intensity and to writer-director Michael Sarnoski that there is genuine tension and surprising emotion throughout the movie, leaving first-time viewers on the edge of their seats over the direction things can take at any moment. Critics presented this as John-Wick-with-a-pig-instead-of-a-dog, but that doesn’t do it justice… If you’re looking for points of reference, the result is more of a mix between Better Call Saul’s looming threats under the guise of mundane businesses and Kelley Reichardt’s powerful sense of restraint.

SILENT NIGHT

(John Woo, 2023)

John Woo’s return to Hollywood was as safe in terms of story as it was ballsy in terms of storytelling. The former consists of a by-the-numbers revenge/vigilante justice yarn, with stock characters inexorably moving towards a bloodbath full of explosions, car fights, and gun fu. Yet the twist is that the movie is practically dialogue-free, focusing on physical action both to exhilarate and to communicate whatever is not being said (plot-relevant information, people’s motivations…). This means trimming the fat, but also making the most out of visual invention. Although it looks like one of those ‘Nuff Said issues Marvel used to put out, the result is a virtuoso act that transcends a mere gimmick, creating its own experience, so that, after a while, you stop expecting anyone to talk, as if *that* would sound artificial. To pull this off, Silent Night uses every trick in the book: while the chases and carnage are shot through Woo-esque slow motion and dazzling camera choreography, there are training montages (remember those?) as well as slapstick and melodrama set pieces that draw on techniques from silent cinema, albeit complemented by the sharpest of sound designs.

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COMICS CAN BE AWESOME (25 March 2024)

A reminder that the covers of Batman comics can be awesome… and fun!

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