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Wednesday, 12 April 2017

'Ghost in the Shell' - Review

4/12/2017 12:12:00 pm
'Ghost in the Shell' - Review

★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆

“Ramona flowers?” – Two words that entered my mind during Rupert Sanders’ remake of Ghost in the Shell and refused to go away, destroying any remaining chance it had of being taken seriously. Scarlett Johansson’s perfectly arranged bangs and dyed tips echoed the look of Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World’s manic pixie dream girl so irritably that every accusation levelled at the films whitewashing came flooding to the forefront.
First a manga comic, then a critically revered anime, Ghost in the Shell is a story predominantly focused on philosophical themes of humanity, identity and artificiality. Its heroine, Major (played here by Johansson), is a human brain encased in a cyborg body, honed and exploited by a tech corporation in near-future Japan to take down dangerous criminals. In this version, Major begins to question her identity when repressed memories emerge, coinciding with her attempts to apprehend criminal mastermind Kuze (Michael Pitt).
There is no reason whatsoever that a direct live action remake of Mamoru Oshii’s film couldn’t work: it could surpass the odd barrier that some audiences have with anime and possibly make room for more recent developments in the philosophical debate concerning our ever-evolving relationship with technology. To its small credit, this new version does make extraordinary use of contemporary digital animation, recreating the futuristic landscape with aplomb. Cinematographer Jess Hall should be applauded for some truly stellar work, as should composer Clint Mansell…but both deserve to have their work attached to a far better film.
Anyone who’s seen the 1995 animation will be left exasperated by the film’s spoon-feeding approach, and new audiences will gain little they cannot find in other, far worthier films. Screenwriters Jamie Moss, William Wheeler and Ehren Kruger shy away from doing anything that might remotely challenge an audience with the fervour of a vampire shunning daylight. What philosophical statements the film does exude are unoriginal at best, and issued with the grace and volume of a foghorn at worst. “What we do is what defines us”, Major blankly mutters to camera, simultaneously stealing the central thesis of Batman Begins and condemning the film by its own mouth as shallow and second-rate.
Not content with merely turning a treatise on what it means to be human into just another “asset out of containment” thriller, Ghost in the Shell also turns iconic characters into replaceable archetypes. Besides the obvious crime of casting a white woman in a decidedly Asian role, conscripting Johansson as another physically perfect but morally dubious killing machine is a thoroughly uninspired move, and it shows. Pilou Asbæk does what he can as Major’s sidekick, Batou, but is often lost in the scenery. Takeshi Kitano (the one Asian actor in the main cast) brings his usual gravitas despite an underwritten role, but Juliette Binoche (playing the Doctor behind Majors mechanical enhancements) looks plain bored.
In all fairness, I think I’d have given up trying long before her when presented with such a predictable script. Empty platitudes aside, it’s just a bit insulting to have everything laid out so blindingly: for some reason, Batou’s cybernetic eyes have a backstory, and the telepathic communication between augmented humans are directly referred to as “thought-comms”. Those odd, unexplained elements that helped the original stand out have been muted by the heavy-handed exposition one would expect from a prequel, not an outright remake.

The action sequences carry some swirling neon elegance and the overall construction is solid (its vision of the future possibly outstripping the as-yet unreleased Blade Runner 2049), but there’s just no escaping Ghost in the Shell’s unforgivable whitewashing and sheer intellectual bankruptcy. 

Wednesday, 27 August 2014

'Lucy' - Review

8/27/2014 04:56:00 pm 0
'Lucy' - Review
From director Luc Besson – taking a break from producing more Taken sequels – Lucy is a science-fiction thriller starring Scarlett Johansson. When the eponymous heroine is caught up in a drug deal in which a performance-enhancing substance leaks into her bloodstream, she soon discovers that the unreachable 90% of her brain capacity are slowly unlocking, giving way to a vast range of new abilities. With the help of a genetics professor (Morgan Freeman), Lucy attempts to escape her captors and control her developing powers before she is consumed by them.

2014 has certainly been a bumper year for Scarlett Johansson, from her ethereal performance in Under the Skin to her star turn in Spike Jonze’s Her, she’s had a lot to offer, and Lucy is no different. Initially terrified and believably stricken, her performance develops as her powers escalate, slowly becoming cold and detached from the world, a near-reversal of Under the Skin, where in this case her humanity fades and a cold and calculated killer emerges. Sadly Morgan Freeman feels easily replaceable in his role, almost an offshoot of his character in Transcendence, a film we shall return to later. Where other characters are concerned there is very little to speak of, as none of them are given any real development but if anything this helps the film keep focus on Lucy.




The film is terrifically shot, the fast-paced handheld work knowing when to hand things over to a slower, more intimate technique when there is pause to reflect, and is perfectly echoed by composer Eric Serra, who I for one am glad to see back in Besson’s capable hands. Providing a musical backdrop that wavers from bass-heavy electro in the action set pieces to smaller yet dramatic motifs in the quiet spells, one can easily see why Serra and cinematographer Thierry Arbogast are Besson’s favoured sons. This combination alone is what helps the film survive a rather choppy and mishandled opening twenty minutes.

To return to Transcendence then, a film which I favoured much more than it probably deserved due to the clear ambition beneath the surface. In a similar fashion, the final third of Lucy is remarkable for the director’s unrelenting aspirations to films such as 2001: A Space Odyssey. Without wishing to spoil it, the ending yearns to stretch far beyond the limitations one would expect of a typical action thriller and into the realms of full-on science fiction fantasy, sporting some truly gorgeous visuals courtesy of the ever-reliable Industrial Light and Magic. Sadly an earlier sub-plot becomes entangled with the ending and saps a little of the emotional resonance, as does a strain of cold detachment in the tone. This may arguably be there to enhance the final message of the movie but it remains a hindrance to investment in the chracters.


Lucy is a film I admire more for its ambition than technical prowess, and while still a decent thriller interwoven with supernatural elements, the latter soon becomes too much for the rest of the film to handle and narrowly escapes collapsing under its own weight. It is nevertheless intriguing, great to look at, acted well, and comes packed with an ending that will leave your head spinning. Returning Luc Besson to form and creating another addition to Johansson’s rapidly expanding portfolio, it’s worth the watch.

3 stars