Directed
by: David Lowery, Starring: Casey Affleck, Rooney Mara. Supernatural, Drama, US
2017, 89mins, Cert 12.
Writer/director
David Lowery’s art house take on BEETLEJUICE is a haunting (in every sense)
meditation on the nature of existence, the way we deal with the passing of
time, and features Oscar winning Best Actor Casey Affleck spending most of the
film under a white sheet.
Musician ‘C’ (Affleck)
reluctantly acquiesces to his partner ‘M’ (Rooney Mara) who wishes to move out
of their suburban Texan house. Immediately upon reaching this decision there’s
an unsettling ‘bump in the night’ which appears to have emanated from the piano
in the living room. Morning brings tragedy resulting in ‘M’ having to visit the
morgue to lift up the sheet and indentify ‘C’ beneath. We’ll be seeing a LOT of
that sheet from here on in...
The white sheeted
ghost is one of the oldest visual clichés, and, with the exception of Michael
Myers’ spectacled variation in Carpenter’s HALLOWEEN, is usually utilised for
comedic effect. Not so here. Lowery frames the white shrouded figure with cut
out eye sockets in such a way as to totally bypass the giggles and instead evokes
the mournful and solitary experience of a soul out of time. This is achieved by
meticulous framing and judiciously sparing camera movement within the boxed
1.33.1 aspect ratio, and the carefully choreographed gestures of Affleck
beneath the shroud.
Dialogue is mostly
kept to minimal interactions, with the sole exception being a party guest
pontificating on the nature of the cosmos and thereby acting as the director’s
mouthpiece for his own existential fears. (Was it absolutely necessary to
literally spell it out in this way – it’s arguable – but it is visually
counterbalanced by the intently listening unseen unspoken observer in the
room).
Rooney Mara
brings a delicate nuance to her portrayal of ‘M’ in the film’s first act,
conveying grief without words, and provides an emotionally raw and honest
depiction of comfort eating in an extraordinary extended sequence where she
gradually progresses from tentative jabs to whole scale devouring of a sizeable
homemade pie!
Long, measured
(often) wordless scenes leave a broad soundstage for composer Daniel Hart to
convey the ethereal atmospherics and narrative time-shifting progression of the
film which he does so beautifully.
This is a film
about time that takes its time to convey the natural rhythm of day-to-day life,
but equally, fast-forwards through its time travelling passages with a visual
ebb and flow that suggests the passive nature of its white sheeted protagonist
as he ‘ghosts’ through time.
It’s a
beautifully simple concept executed with a delicate and poetic hand, and I found
the film both uplifting and yet at the same time profoundly sad. Not bad for a
bloke under a sheet.
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