30 Nov Across the Universe (2007)

Entering the Mask

I’ll say up front that this film will almost certainly go on my list of films to see before you die, only one of two that I allow from each year.

Let’s get the problems out of the way first.

The overall container of this is a date movie. Boy meets girl. Boy loses girl. Boy gets girl back by professing love in a public venue. It is about as tired a formula as there is.

The songs are produced by T-Bone Burnett, a sort of reliable movie-world musical handyman. He’s probably a nice man who once knew what it meant to have soul, but now he’s a factory man. These songs are performed by the actors you see, and while admirable, it further diminishes the power compared to the originals. Also, I saw this in a multicinema, and they tend to turn the speakers down because of leakage into other spaces. So the songs here don’t have the power we know they do.

Neither does the girl. In other date movies, we are supposed to fall in love a little ourselves, or at least see why she’s the object at the centre of everything. This actress doesn’t have what it takes, and I suppose that’s a result of the filmmaker being a woman and openly against objectifying women in this way. So it is a bit schizo in that the form the woman chose demands something the woman won’t give.

The thing gets off to a slow start. Its probably necessary for the strategy for most of the movie, which depends on growing extremes in cinematic fantasy. But you will probably go through what I did, think during the first 25-20 minutes that I had made a great mistake.

Additionally, there’s some bad history in here. It is probably excusable if you consider it all just a shorthand to indicate context. But if you were there and depending on that real context to enrich your experience, you’ll be a bit annoyed.

But with those shortcomings (and I’ll mention some others), even in spite of them, you’ll find this to be one of your deepest cinematic experiences.

Taymor isn’t quite old enough to have experienced all this first hand. But she and her team do seem to have gotten the tone right. The world was turning against its inhabitants in a way completely unknown. The youth in the US responded in a way that was deeply moral and committed in a way unknown before or sadly since. This truly was the greatest generation. Think of it: we got rid of a lying scoundrel of a president, despite his best use of unconstitutional force!

Everything was up for re-examination and reinvention. Sure some of this — most perhaps — was stupid, opportunistic and damaging. But the imperative to re-invent wholesale was there, however coloured by idealism. And this was led by the Beatles. If it hadn’t been in the context of reinvention — if religion in its old form wasn’t part of what was tossed — then surely these guys would have been the core of a new religion. One of their hangers on actually is.

What Taymor is about is a similar reinvention of cinema. She’s a risk-taker. She knows her stuff, and she’s willing to place it right in that sweet spot between the commercially viable and the imaginatively provocative.

Her tools are derived from Japanese and Indonesian masks, outsized intrusions and a notion of space that prefers enveloping. These three combine to create some amazing achievements in stagecraft. That’s what this is all about, stagecraft and the yearning of characters to place themselves in context at the same time the filmmaker (and explicit external world forces) set context boundaries, mostly denoted by uniforms.

The first of these is the most apparent, the first time you’ll see this. There are some absolutely amazing experiences in store for you just on this score. The large and small are manipulated and bent to an extreme I have only seen in small bits of Tarkovsky. She knows how and when to combine this with confinement and openness, and often when she does you’ll have play with matters of scale that are unique. And it is not just one device, but many, never repeated. It is as if a whole life of imagining what to do were collected in one place.

If these were songs by the Mamas and Papas, I’d still be blown away. If it were Robert Stigwood’s script maybe even. But those Beatles songs….

With “Rubber Soul,” the Beatles started their program to actually write songs that collectively built narratives. John and Paul were obsessed with the power of words that aggregate, and some of their projects really do have a narrative coherence similar to what we can read here, but much deeper than a date movie and a sketch of oppression. So in a way, it is a weakness of what she’s done to mix songs before that commitment (1966) with those done within it. It fights the DNA of what they created.

And some of the songs carry immediate narrative. “Sexy Sadie” was about the falsity of religion. Here, Sadie is a redheaded Janis Joplin gal. What?

But still, it is the stagecraft, and the cosmic placing she’s found. See it and have your spatial reasoning ability either broken or enhanced.

See it, and either feel bad about your life or empowered to be.

Posted in 2007

Ted’s Evaluation — 4 of 3: Every cineliterate person should experience this.

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