Sunday, April 21, 2019

Requiem for a Dream (2000)

Requiem for a Dream (2000): adapted by Hubert Selby Jr. and Darren Aronofsky from the book by Hubert Selby Jr.; directed by Darren Aronofsky; starring Ellen Burstyn (Sara Goldfarb), Jared Leto (Harry Goldfarb), Jennifer Connelly (Marion Silver), Marlon Wayans (Tyrone C. Love), and Christopher McDonald (Tappy Tibbons): 

Heroin and prescription weight-loss drugs (well, amphetamines) wreak havoc on mother Ellen Burstyn, son Jared Leto, and pretty much every other major character in Darren Aronofsky's critically lauded follow-up to Pi.

Requiem for a Dream still dazzles with its rapid-fire editing, crisp cinematography, and unrelentingly bleak universe. Set some time during the 1970's as heroin became one of America's drugs of choice, it follows Leto and Burstyn through three seasons of increasingly disaster. There is no Spring.

Of course, as many have noted on the Internet, one of the iconic recurring shots (a pupil dilating) represents the exact opposite effect that heroin has on the human eyeball (the pupil should expand). Maybe time is running backwards? It's certainly possible that's what Aronofsky means to imply -- because the forward motion of time brings only horror, decay, and madness.

The scenes that involve an infomercial watched obsessively by Burstyn's despairing widow are some of the few funny things in Aronofsky's generally humourless oeuvre, and feature a dynamite, partially improvised performance by Christopher McDonald that almost seems like something from another movie adapted from a story by Philip K. Dick. No wonder Burstyn's character wants to go into that ad!

So the short version of the message of the movie is Kids, don't do drugs. Adults too! Jennifer Connelly shines as Leto's girlfriend, as does Marlon Wayans as his best friend. And the terrific score, in part by Kronos Quartet, helps. 

As in pretty much all of his films, Aronofsky works with dazzlingly unsympathetic characters here -- pitiful, yes, but also dull and stripped of the occasional flashy glamour invested in drug users in movies. No wonder they need to lose themselves inside the warmth of heroin or the glow of amphetamines -- there's no 'there' there in their personalities. Highly recommended.

Tuesday, April 16, 2019

The Haunting (1999)

The Haunting (1999): 'adapted' by David Self from the novel The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson; directed by Jan de Bont; starring Liam Neeson (Dr. David Marrow), Catherine Zeta-Jones (Theo), Owen Wilson (Luke Sanderson), and Lili Taylor (Nell): This is either a dazzlingly bad adaptation of a great novel by Shirley Jackson or a dazzlingly bad remake of a great movie directed by Robert Wise. Take your pick! 

It took me three tries over 20 years to watch this whole movie. 

I should have stood in bed.

The weirdest thing about The Haunting is that the casting is pretty much spot on. However, with awful direction, an awful script, and ridiculously ornate set design and visual effects, the casting can't save anything. The Haunting isn't even a fun bad movie. It alternates between tedious and shrill and just plain dumb. 

Changes minor (Dr. John Markway becomes Dr. David Marrow) and major (too many to name) fly by. Some of the changes are so major that one starts to wonder if this movie began life as a script for something else before being retrofitted for The Haunting of Hill House. Maybe a Tim Burton movie about giant fireplaces.

I suppose one shouldn't be surprised that Jan de Bont (of Speed and Twister) wasn't the best choice to direct what should have been a subtle, psychological ghost story. The Haunting stands as a testament that Hollywood can ruin anything. Just give them a chance. And a big budget. Not recommended.