I actually watched most of these earlier in the year. I caught cold twice, once in February and again in March. Aside from watching Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrel, which I’ve since convinced Phil to watch so I could enjoy it again, I watched a few movies.
I’m just going to go over four here, but I’ve also caught The Hunger Games: Mocking Jay, Part 2, The Scorch Trials, and The F Word. I enjoyed them, but they weren’t provocative.
Holy dystopia, Batman.
When an attempt to reverse global warming backfires, the world is left a frozen wasteland. The only sanctuary is a train that continually circles the earth and contains the last survivors of mankind.
The movie started dark and only got worse. The protagonist is an antihero who starts in the caboose, the poorest section of the train. Abuse, murder, and the theft of children set him on a desperate mission to reach the fabled engineer and mutiny.
Progress through the train is measured in death and several scenes are almost Gilliam*-esque in their quality. Absurdity and grotesquery only serve to reinforce the nightmarish existence of the people on the train.
When our “hero” reaches the engineer, Wilford, the rebellion is revealed to be another planned part of life aboard the train. Population needs to be controlled and small children are required to act as replacements for worn out parts.
The train is a self-contained ecosystem. Everything must be controlled.
Oooh. This one was dark. But it made me think.
*Not incidentally, the hero’s mentor is named Gilliam.
This movie has been trashed by the best, and I don’t disagree with the criticism levelled at it. But it was fun.
I enjoyed it despite all the ridiculousness.
Check out Emily Asher-Perrin’s review for Tor.com for a much more thoughtful take 🙂
Kill Your Darlings
I wanted to watch this one because it was about the beat poets.
I know the facts were fictionalized for the screen, but it was a well-written, well-acted, and compelling story.
And, of course, it made me think, not about the beat poets, but about the characters and their various journeys on screen. That, for me, is what makes a movie, when I forget what it’s supposed to be about.
The Danish Girl
Eddie freakin’ Redmayne.
The Danish Girl is a lush period piece about Dutch painter Einar Wegener, as he uncovers his identity as female, becomes Lili Elbe, and seeks a doctor compassionate enough to help her become fully female.
This movie tore my wee heart.
As tragic as the ending was, the movie was about love that transcends gender as Einar’s wife, Gerda, and their friend Hans, support Lili to the end, and negotiate their various relationships through the journey that is transition. None of them are perfect, but the movie is all the more heart rending for it.
Thanks for stopping by to read my thoughts on these movies.
I’ll catch you up on the rest of the midseason follies in a bit.