Sun Dec 13, 2009 5:28 pm by Wombatz
Ah well, I shouldn’t have posted at all, there’s no fun in not liking this movie. Also this was a drive-by post that didn’t even get things right about when I started to dislike it. Since I couldn’t keep my trap shut, here’s a more serious try. It’s become too long though.
I thought the beginning was great, fabulous acting, I would have loved it if the family had simply continued creeping up the walls and finally autodestructing. With no explanation where the videos came from please.
I felt it was established early that the videos couldn’t really have been made except by a phantom camera. Which is straight out of Lynch (and I started having suspicions in Lynchian mode: is the guy watching his own house himself, are these inner images of the staleness of his life, etc), but used quite differently and very effectively. The only thing that started to bother me at some point was that I had the feeling I as audience was supposed to start wondering about what was happening. I don’t enjoy that at all. If the movie can’t make up its mind, I won’t be doing crossword puzzles to help it out. (Which is why I hated Lost Highway but love Mulholland Drive.)
Then the immigrant boy/guilt from the past theme came in. This shifted things even more toward a whodunnit. The only thing that might still have saved it for me, was that everything seemed so arbitrary, maybe that would be the point. So I tried to go back to not wondering how (and increasingly, if) it all hung together. But then the immigrant father’s suicide put a stop to that. This scene really annoyed me. It seemed cheap, a sort of sure-fire way of making the whole film more substantial. Of course it’s perfectly possible to find a motive (I can’t be bothered to read the internet discussion about it), the one that immediately came to mind was: if the father’s dead, the son probably can stay, so maybe history won’t repeat itself. But. What do I gain by explaining fictional incidents to myself? There has been nothing said about the plight of the immigrant. There has been nothing really about how you can somehow destroy a person’s life just because you clicked the wrong way for a second, and how it always can hit back. These things are just referenced, there’s no meat. The story had meat at the beginning, but these beginnings that depended on family psychology now lie by the roadside.
That legendary final scene which nobody saw who didn’t look for it (I was hipped to it beforehand but decidedly ungrateful since it) completely annoyed me. By that oh so cutesy touch, we now can believe, if we choose to, that the two kids cooked up the whole scheme and found a way to produce these video images (what can’t you do with a computer?). After that, what’s left of the movie? What do smart kids gain that have pieced all the pieces together?