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Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Indignation



**Spoiler Alert**

Director: James Schamus/Starring: Logan Lerman, Sarah Gadon, Tracy Letts, Ben Rosenfeld, Linda Emond, Danny Burstein and Philip Ettinger

Based on Phillip Roth's novel of the same name, Indignation marks the directorial, feature film debut of James Schamus. Roth's novels are never easy to adapt well and I can't recall a great movie that was ever made from any of his books. Bringing a Roth novel to the big screen is a daunting challenge for any director; more so for a directorial newcomer. Schamus not only handles the material with aplomb, he evinces a sure hand, crafting a powerful drama from a seemingly simple story. The film explores and dramatizes the rigid moral landscape of early 1950s' America and its impact on a young, Jewish man from New Jersey.

In the opening scenes, we see a Korean soldier stalking an American soldier through an abandoned building before the aggressor is shot, falling dead. In a different scene, we see an elderly woman sitting alone in a retirement home. What connects the respective scenes and how they serve the story becomes clear later in the film.

Logan Lerman plays Marcus Messner, a teenager from New Jersey on the verge of leaving for college. Marcus spends his days working with and for his father Max (Danny Burstein) at the family-owned butcher shop. Marcus' matriculation at an Ohio college bestows an automatic deferment from military duty in the Korean war; the grim military conflict raging overseas.

The setting quickly shifts from Jersey to a small town in Ohio named Winesburg (an allusion to Sherwood Anderson's Winesburg, Ohio?). After learning the Jewish students are clustered together in their own enclave-like area of the dormitories, Marcus meets the two roommates with whom he is to share a living space; Ron (Philip Ettinger); a strapping upperclassman and Bertram (Ben Rosefield); an odd duck who is given to reciting Shakespearean passages.
Shortly after meeting his roommates, Marcus learns all students are required to attend Sunday service in the campus chapel; regardless of faith or denomination. The non-negotiable requirement is an unreasonable curricular imperative but Marcus finds it is necessary for graduation.

In his first days at school, Marcus is also approached by two members of the Jewish campus fraternity, who soft sell him on the idea of joining. Marcus declines, feeling no need to join an any organization. The scene is significant, for it gives us a sense of Marcus' independent spirit and introduces the audience to two men who will later play a key role in his school experience.

As a pre-law major, Marcus excels in the classroom; particularly during history, where his inquisitive mind attracts the notice of his professor. A pretty, blonde girl, Olivia Hutton (Sarah Gadon) in his history class catches his eye and after spending evenings standing outside her dorm room window, he asks her out on a date. The two hit it off though Olivia's dark secret reveals itself during their first date. Though it escapes Marcus' immediate attention, Olivia's wrist bears the unmistakable scar of a suicide attempt. Marcus learns soon after that Olivia made an attempt on her own life during a drunken episode, which stemmed from her unhappy home life and her troubled relationship with her father.

Though it's never an issue between them, the stark social contrast between Marcus' humble background and Olivia's upbringing of wealth and privilege is but one of the glaring differences between them.

A key moment in their first date occurs after dinner. While parked in a dark, secluded area, Olivia surprises Marcus by fellating him. The date ends awkwardly and in days thereafter, Marcus avoids Olivia while trying to fathom the sexual experience in the car. Perplexed by her boldness, Marcus reaches out to his roommate Ron in hopes of gleaning some understanding. Ron listens but soon becomes annoyed with Marcus' monotonous discussion.

A period of mutual alienation follows until Marcus seeks her out, only to be rebuffed. A series of letters are exchanged, one of which is taken from Marcus' hands by his prying roommate Bertram. After Marcus reacts violently to Bertram's theft, Ron intervenes, only to enrage Marcus who takes a swing at his bigger, stronger roommate. Ron decks him, which prompts Marcus' exit from the room. Shortly after, Marcus applies for and is granted a room transfer to the dingiest and least coveted living dorm on campus.

In the scene that follows, Marcus is summoned to the college dean's office, who inquires about the room transfer. In the film's most tension-filled, riveting scene, the dean (an excellent Tracy Letts) grills Marcus on a variety of issues and poses thinly-veiled, anti-Semitic questions to him about his father's butcher shop and his Jewish background. But the most contentious and most significant subject is Marcus' atheism. Caudwell's distaste for Marcus' candid comments about his inability to practice one religion over another leads to an impassioned debate. Marcus draws upon Bertrand Russell's Why I'm Not a Christian to support his lack of belief in a Biblical god. When Dean Caudwell cites Russell's morally shaky private life, Marcus counters with a comment about the philosopher/mathematician's Nobel Prize. The Dean's hopeless determination to win the impromptu debate persists, in spite of Marcus' forceful defense of his beliefs. The scene occupies a substantial chunk of screen-time but the acting and the terrific dialogue left me spellbound.

But before Marcus leaves the Dean's office, he collapses and in the subsequent scene in a hospital room, we learn Marcus' physical attack was an appendicitis.
The fact that the appendicitis occurred after Marcus' heated exchange means the collapse could (and should) be interpreted as something more abstract than literal. Any number of interpretations might apply. Given the reactionary spirit of the school and the times, Marcus' ailment could be seen as the progressive's revulsion with the reactionary ideas of 1950s America.

When Olivia surprises Marcus with a hospital visit, her presence on the bed leads to an act which carries the threat of expulsion. Fortunately for both, the fallout is nil.
But Marcus' distaste for the chapel services leads to a course of action with appalling consequences. What follows after powerfully connects the main story to the enigmatic opening scenes.

Schamus' script and story seems so simple in retrospect but nothing in a Roth novel is ever so. Though the compulsory conformity that characterized 1950s' America is represented well in the story, so is the small-minded bigotry and priggish attitudes about sex. The scar on Olivia's wrist is a powerful symbol of the oppressive sexism that left women few life choices and viable options in the era. One can see that both Marcus and Olivia as victims of an intolerant and unenlightened period. Both bear the brunt of 1950s' intolerance: he for being a Jew and Olivia for being a woman; particularly one that is sexually daring.

One of the film's great strengths is also one viewers might find suspect: the lack of marquee cast names. Brilliant performances make any and all qualms irrelevant. Particularly good is Logan Lerman, whose role may be something of a breakthrough. Letts plays the Dean with superb, subtle menace. The aggression seething behind his intolerant, self-righteous face is powerful, which Letts makes almost unbearable without going over the top. Gadon's exceptional performance can't be overlooked, nor can Linda Emond's. The scene where she issues an ultimatum to Marcus about Olivia is one fine moment among many in the film.

Schamus shows a Roth novel can be adapted well, which is no mean feat. With a story so character-driven, camera work tends to be subdued, which means the director must draw exceptional performances from his cast. Schamus does so with a veteran's skill.

Indignation comes as something of summer surprise, which is a good thing; considering my incessant gripes about the multiplex. With super heroes and ghostbusting gals hogging the screens, it's refreshing to see a story about someone more heroic than the costume-clad clowns with super powers. Marcus Messner does it; not by lifting heavy objects or wielding super weapons, but by simply opposing the status quo.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Dracula Untold



**Spoiler Alert**

Director: Gary Shore/Starring: Luke Evans, Dominic Cooper, Sarah Gadon and Charles Dance

First feature director Gary Shore contributes his own vampire tale to a movie sub-genre that seems to be on the wane, only with more CGI screen filler to further deaden our senses. Dracula Untold isn't the lethally tedious gore opera the dreary previews promised, but like Dracula's victims, it lacks life and blood; figuratively speaking of course.

Luke Evans plays the infamous Vlad the Impaler, a Transylvanian who was forced to fight in the oppressive Turkish army in his youth but now rules his country. And like the historical figure who shares the same name, he delights in impaling his victims.

Vlad and his people live under the constant threat of the Turks, whose aggressive tendencies demand they conscript foreign youth into their armed services. As the Turks press Vlad for soldiers, he defies them, thereby incurring the Turkish leader Mehmed's (Dominic Cooper) wrath. After Prince Vlad dispatches a Turkish unit who comes to collect, he realizes his modest army is no match for Mehmed's forces, which are sure to mobilize after the prince's defiant act.

While the Turkish army assembles for an invasion, Vlad and some of his men scale a rocky mountain-side to reconnoiter. In doing so, they come upon a cave, where something vicious and animal-like kills several of his men. Before Vlad can escape, he sees the face of the killer; a man with an old, ravaged face.

As a Turkish force prepares to invade, Vlad becomes desperate, knowing his people cannot hold out for long against a numerically superior force. Fearing for his people and his son's capture, Vlad seeks out the vampiric creature he encountered in the cave; having witnessed his extraordinary speed and ferocity. As Vlad wanders inside, the man/creature (Charles Dance) comes to him. Vlad explains that he cannot protect his people from the Turks and seeks the power to do so. The vampire explains that once he is bitten, Vlad will have a great yearning for blood and if he feeds within three days, he will become a vampire forever. Seeing few alternatives, Vlad agrees. The vampire bites him, thereby transforming him. He warns Vlad of his susceptibility to anything silver and of course, daylight. Of course the vampire hopes Vlad will feed, which will liberate him from his curse.

As the Turkish army arrives to lay siege, Vlad returns to his people and they begin to realize something is amiss. One of his men notices his aversion to sunlight and begins to grow suspicious. When the Turks assault his castle, Vlad flies to the invading army by way of a CGI-generated swarm of bats and once there, uses his superhuman agility, speed and strength to lay waste to the Turkish army. But his defense is not entirely successful, for the Turks manage to invade his castle and make off with his son while also murdering his wife Mirena (Sarah Gadon). Heartbroken and angry, Vlad relocates the survivors to a castle high in the mountains.

Mehmed holds Vlad's son captive while organizing a larger invasion force. Vlad realizes he cannot oppose Mehmed's army all alone, which necessitates transforming some of his people into vampires, but in doing so, he violates the three-day feeding prohibition, which curses him but releases the master from his undead bondage.

Gathering a large vampire force to meet the enemy, Vlad takes the initiative against the Turkish army and Mehmed, who is well aware of whom he faces.

There are few surprises beyond what the trailer offers. Though this Dracula is compelled to become a vampire for altruistic purposes, little else is of interest in the story. And of course great silliness, abetted by anachronistic clothing and armor more medieval than Renaissance, Transylvanians and Turks who more resemble Anglo-Saxons than near Middle-easterners, and Vlad's kryptonite-like weakness in the presence of silver coins leave the film languishing in a cartoonish limbo.

Dracula Untold is a film I wish had been bad; one campy enough to be funny and maybe self-deprecating. But no, it's only ordinary. It seems to have been mid-wived into existence by a corporate committee with a let's-come-up-with-a-surefire-hit-but-confine-your-ideas-to-how-we-can-make-CGI-look-bitchin' agenda.

First-time director Gary Shore can hardly be blamed for what is essentially a costume/effects fantasy. It can't be classified as horror because it isn't frightening for a moment so let's assign it the moniker Opera of the Undead.

And can any $70 million dollar film simply be without a franchise lying in wait? The studios don't even wait to see box-office revenue anymore; they simply forge ahead with sequels and hope that product familiarity takes hold. The original Star Wars spawned a trilogy because the first film was an unqualified success, which justified expenditures for a saga. Now, even box-office receipts are irrelevant. As long as a movie can sustain sequels, it must, irrespective of artistic vision or commercial success.

I guess this is good news for the cast, especially Luke Evans; whose charisma and talent could better serve a better film. If you would prefer to see the film yourself, then I advise streaming, which shouldn't really detract from its modest visual ambitions. If my take on the film has spooked you into avoiding its big-screen mode, then all the better. You could just have easily taken paper currency from your pocket and let them be carried away in a gust. That might be a better application of one's funds.

Stick that in your coffin, Drac.