Showing posts with label Nicolas Winding Refn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nicolas Winding Refn. Show all posts

Thursday, July 5, 2018

Nicolas Winding Refn / Our times need sex, horror and melodrama



Nicolas Winding Refn: our times need sex, horror and melodrama

Bad-taste cult movies can save us from the dystopian nightmare of Trump’s America, says the Drive director

Nicolas Winding Refn
Wed 4 Jul 2018


T
his is a frightening time to be alive. For the past six months, I’ve been shooting in America, and it seems increasingly clear we’re now living in a dystopian reality TV show. America has always had a tendency towards the operatic but, fuelled by the hand grenade of insanity that is Donald Trump, it’s reached new heights of hysteria. This means even the smallest developments are heralded as either the end of the world or the second coming.

Nicolas Winding Refn / 'I bring the singular, the narcissistic, the high art'

Refn with his wife Liv Corfixen in 2012.
Photograph: Richard Young/Rex Features

INTERVIEW

Nicolas Winding Refn: 'I bring the singular, the narcissistic, the high art'


Danny Leigh
Fri 1 July 2016


His films are stylish glitterbombs of sex and death. As The Neon Demon arrives, the director talks about couples therapy, turning down Rihanna – and witnessing a stranger die in an LA parking lot

O
n an April morning last year in Los Angeles, Nicolas Winding Refndropped his daughter at school and walked into a parking lot. He was shooting a new film, but still scouting locations. The lot stood behind Musso and Frank, the Hollywood steakhouse whose regulars once included Steve McQueen. There, he found a young man on the asphalt, bleeding nightmarishly; another man was hunched over him, trying to staunch the blood. With no one else in sight, Refn attempted to help. It was no good. The man died. Soon the LAPD arrived. He had never seen anyone die before.

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

The 10 best films of 2013 No 8 / Only God Forgives





The 10 best films of 2013

No 8

Only God Forgives


Continuing our countdown of the best movies of the past year, Peter Bradshaw celebrates a brilliant and brutal anti-revenge film 


Peter Bradshaw
Wednesday 11 December 2013 09.40 GMT

Nicolas Winding Refn's brilliant, bizarre and ultraviolent anti-revenge movie Only God Forgives is his most interesting work since the Pusher trilogy in the Mads Mikkelsen era. It is put together with lethal strangeness: there are bad-dream setpieces of sentimentality and nauseous black comedy. The film takes place in a universe of fear, a place of deepsea-unreality in which you need to breathe through special gills. It is a tragi-exploitation shocker, an enriched uranium-cake of pulp.

Ryan Gosling is the expatriate American gangster Julian, lying low in Bangkok and running a drug business under the cover of a Muay Thai boxing club, co-managed with his psychotic brother, Billy. Billy's horrible fate is to involve Julian in a metaphysical duel with enigmatic local cop Chang, played with eerie poise by Vithaya Pansringarm.
Chang dispenses his own justice with a samurai sword, and Julian – paralysed with some kind of guilt or suppressed qualm of conscience – is mesmerised by the mere rumour of Chang's avenging presence. The situation is complicated by the arrival in Thailand of Julian's formidable mother, uproariously played by Kristin Scott Thomas. Her imperious demands bring a horrible new Freudian dimension to the drama.

Like Julian, like Chang, the film swims through the hostile streets, along corridors, into alleys, round corners, waiting for some terrible, nameless, violent destiny, and yet it entirely upends what you might expect from a revenge movie. This is a very brutal film, and enclosed in a kind of carapace of neon, a strange otherworld. Faces appear to glow in the artificial light, partly illuminated from within by their own madness.

Only God Forgives has something of Scorsese's Taxi Driver and Noé's Enter the Void, granting access to a private hell. On its first appearance, it was excitably denounced and mocked by some critics. But with such a provocative film, some misjudgment is forgivable.