Showing posts with label joss whedon. Show all posts
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Tuesday, January 31, 2023

In short: Much Ado About Nothing (2012)

Joss Whedon's film is pretty much how I'd like more Shakespeare movie adaptations to be - keeping close to the text yet not treating Shakespeare's work as a monument but as a living, breathing thing that contains more than enough room for an interpreter's personality and ideas without a need to insert one's raging ego for Shakespeare's. So, it's pretty much the opposite approach to Kenneth Branagh (whose approach to Shakespeare I loathe with enthusiasm, while I very much dig his Agatha Christie). Rather, this Much Ado feels to me like a writer really good at working with and subverting conventions paying his respects to another working writer really good at working with and subverting conventions.

And because Whedon is the great kind of working writer, he also knows how and when to step back and let the other people involved in a production give space to do the things they do better than he does, so another reason for Much Ado About Nothing's success is that it feels like a group effort in whose development the actors involved took as much part as the director, with many a moment that feels spontaneous, and many an actor I wouldn't have thought to be any fit at all for Shakespeare showing how to make the bard’s verse sound and more importantly feel natural in a contemporary (if not exactly naturalistic setting, for you'd need to rewrite the play to have it fit comfortably into something socially realist instead of emotionally realist) setting. Particularly Amy Acker and Alex Denisof - whose romance as Beatrice and Benedick the film emphasises for good reason in a contemporary version - are pretty admirable.

As is director-hat Whedon's ability to keep a film taking place in very constrained locations visually interesting and meaningful throughout in an elegant and often off-handed way that's never showy for showiness's sake.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

In short: The Cabin in the Woods (2011)

Warning: it is utterly impossible to speak of Drew Goddard's and Joss Whedon's The Cabin in the Woods without spoiling it at least a little, even if one is only coming to gush for a few hundred words in the vaguest of terms one can get away with, so if you want a completely undiluted experience, just go and watch it - it's definitely worth it.

And now to the gushing: imagine, if the Scream films had been made by someone who wasn't satisfied to stop at pointing out its genre's failures and then just repeat them without any actual change except for the pointing and laughing. Imagine a film that not only points out these failures, but actually uses them as the logical base of its plot, criticizing and deconstructing the mechanisms of large parts of the horror genre as seen on film, and giving voice to the unease the ritualization of a sometimes frightfully conservative genre can produce in a fan whose ethical convictions are anything but close to that conservatism. Now imagine the same film still being utterly in love with the horror genre, paying homage to other films in it with conviction and style, and being able to fuse this love and its critical spirit into a movie that also always works as a horror film (which also means that you can read the movie as one of the more depressing films you'll see this year).

You got that? Well, you might have just had a nerd religious experience, or you now have a mental picture of The Cabin in the Woods, only without the fact that the film is also funny as hell, subtle when you're not looking, has an obvious political subtext, and never looks down on its audience or its chosen genre even though it sees some of what's wrong with it.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

In short: The Avengers (2012)

Sometimes, it's easy being me. I'm not one of those cult movie fans always in desperate need to proof they're part of the cool kids (not unlike certain friends of art movies who would not be found dead ever being entertained by a movie, or smiling watching one), so I can allow myself to like those blockbuster concoctions that are good, or - as is the case here - pretty fucking great.

Given the overabundance of money director/writer/king of nerds Joss Whedon had to blow up (often quite literally,) it's not much of a surprise The Avengers' spectacle is fantastic to watch. Although even that part is not always a given if one keeps the body of work of Michael Bay in mind, who knows how to make big explosions and giant robots boring. Whedon, on the other hand, knows how to make the big and loud things big and loud and actually interesting.

Not surprisingly, he also understands that the big and loud things become inherently more interesting, more fun and more important to an audience if you anchor them in smaller and quieter moments that are in reality much more important, and therefore spends as much - if not more - time and effort on these.

As an old comic fan, Whedon also inherently gets what his characters are about (so no Bendis-style Captain America silently condoning torture, and no Kenneth Brannagh-Thor as a jock with a hammer), and uses this knowledge, a cast that can act their asses off if given the opportunity (and isn't by the way, Mark Ruffalo the best Bruce Banner you've seen, and Scarlett Johansson a much more convincing Black Widow than anyone could have expected?), and a script that manages to squeeze an insane amount of subtlety in to make what would in a lesser movie be just the connecting tissue between action scenes sing.

Other typical Whedon virtues are also in and accounted for - the quick and clever dialogue, the sudden reversals of genre tropes, and the ability to naturally shift from comedy to tragedy and back again in the course of two lines of dialogue. The real beauty of the film is how well this aspect of The Avengers connects with the more usual blockbuster virtues, as if having a heart and a brain and big explosions in a movie wasn't a big thing.