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Saturday, October 22, 2016

So You Want To Conquer Death?

With Hallowe'en coming, I thought I would review three films appropriate for this time of year. This is the first.

“I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.” ~ The Creature

“There was something at work in my soul which I do not understand.” ~ Victor Frankenstein

“Lives come and go. If we succeed, our names will live on forever. I will be hailed as the benefactor of our species.” ~ Captain Walton

"I'm here to become a mere doctor. I'm told that has something to do with healing the sick, which is a pity, really, because I find sick people rather revolting." ~ Henry Clerval

“I’m frightened that if I tell you the truth, I’ll lose you.” ~ Victor Frankenstein 
“You’ll lose me if you don’t.” ~ Elizabeth

In 1994, Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein came to theatres, as something of a companion film to the earlier Bram Stoker’s Dracula. The first film had been directed by Francis Ford Coppolla with a screenplay by James V. Hart, and both men were producers for this adaptation of Shelley’s classic horror novel. Directed by Kenneth Branagh, who starred as the overly ambitious scientist trying to conquer death by creating life, the film is overwrought and operatic at times, but also faithful to the source material, presenting a different take on the monster and the man who created him.

The film travels back and forth in time, much of it as an extended flashback, a story told in 1794 by a depleted Victor Frankenstein (Branagh) to Robert Walden (Aidan Quinn), a ship’s captain in the Arctic obsessed with reaching the North Pole. He reveals his tumultuous history, growing up as the son of the Baron Frankenstein (Ian Holm) and his wife Caroline (Cherie Lunghi), along with the young girl they took in when he was a child, Elizabeth, who grew to be the woman he loved (Helena Bonham Carter). The death of his mother in childbirth becomes the great shattering blow for the young Frankenstein. He vows that no one ever need die.

At medical school, Victor makes friends with a classmate, Henry Clerval (Tom Hulce), challenges his professors, including Professor Waldman (John Cleese), who harbours his own murky secrets about experiments in life and death. Victor begins to conduct his own experiments, heedless of the consequences, determined to cheat death by creating life. Assembling his creation by stitching together body parts, he brings it to life, but finds it to be a failure, renouncing the course of action he took. His creation (Robert De Niro), however, has other ideas.

The screenplay by Frank Darabont and Steph Lady closely adapts the novel (though Darabont himself has stated his own issues with the finished product). It weaves together themes like madness, selfishness, obsession, ambition, the meaning of existence, and the consequences of actions- or disregard for consequences- all of which run deeply through Shelley’s narrative, which is one of the reasons it resonates so deeply as a classic. Including the framing device of Captain Walton’s presence as a bookend for the beginning and ending of the film was something that hadn’t been done before- the character appears in the book, but not the various movies. It gives a different structure to the film and different nuances than earlier versions.

The story also presents the creature in a different way. He’s been presented in films as a sad wretch or a killing machine (and truthfully those can be seen here), but the script gives the creature depth, showing him as a new life trying to understand his place in the world, and driven to destruction because he’s been rejected by the world. As time goes on, the creature shows himself to be a mixture of intelligence and puzzlement, scarred by a horrible appearance and capable of profound thought. His relationship with his creator is a contrast- Victor fears what he created but also is capable of pity for him, while the creature both hates the man who rejected him but also views him as a father.

Branagh’s directing and cinematographic style throughout the film tends to be grand, dramatic, over the top, and frantic at times, perhaps best expressed in the creation sequence, with rapid edits, swooping camera shots, and Gothic set pieces. The film has an operatic quality, perhaps to the point where we wonder if the film itself has become something of a monster of the director’s creation. And yet the film is also rooted deeply in horror, as it should be. Branagh effectively brings to life an eighteenth century setting in terms of the locations chosen for filming- the Frankenstein manor feels like quite a grand place. The same applies to the costuming and props the crew contribute to the film, giving an authenticity to the film. Even the machinery Frankenstein uses feels plausible for the era.

And the look of the creature, essential to the story, is well rendered through make up and prosthetics- De Niro looks stitched together and scarred, limping along, as his legs are uneven; he does look like a nightmare. The film got an Oscar nomination for its makeup effects, and that’s well deserved. The score by Branagh’s frequent collaborator Patrick Doyle matches the mood of the film: occasionally intimate, but often Gothic, brooding, and operatic, rising to the point of nightmarish at times.

The cast is well chosen. Ian Holm, who had worked with Branagh before, is well cast as Baron Frankenstein, a wise and kind man, the patriarch of his family. Cherie Lunghi plays his wife- at least until her death early on in the story, and they make a believable, grounded couple; the viewer might wonder what Victor might have turned out to be like had his mother lived. Would Victor have ended up following his dark obsession without heed of the consequences?

John Cleese, who’s known as a comedic actor, instead plays the professor Waldman with gravity and seriousness, no trace of the wink in the eye that you’d expect of the actor. Tom Hulce takes what could be a cliché character and works well with it. Henry is loyal to a fault, an intelligent man who’s something of a bumbler at times. He befriends Victor early on, stays friends with him, and in fact acts as a voice of conscience to him. Even if Victor isn’t heeding Henry’s warnings of the course he’s chosen- Victor listens too often only to his obsessions- that voice is needed, and Hulce brings that across through the film.

Aidan Quinn’s presence at the beginning and ending of the film, providing a framework for the story, restores Shelley’s narrative flow from the book, and his character provides a counter balance to Victor’s obsessions. When we first meet Captain Walton, we see a man driven by ambition to make his place in history, so much so that he’s disregarding the discontent of his crew, all of whom are worried about being trapped in Arctic ice and their prospects of reaching home again. After hearing Victor’s story, and seeing with his own eyes the creature that was the result of his obsession, Walton is able to do what Victor could not- turn back from his ambitions before it’s too late. He’s humbled by what he sees, takes lessons to heart, and treats the creature with sympathy, treating him as a human being, something that the creature has rarely experienced. It’s a good touch for the character, and the actor conveys that personal shift- from obsession to epiphany- in the right way.

Helena Bonham Carter is well cast as Elizabeth. The character is a mix of seriousness, spirit, and enjoying life. There is intelligence, life, and energy in her, in a way that you might not expect out of a woman in the 18th century (a nod to the author herself). Carter’s performance gives Elizabeth depth and makes her complete in and of herself. That shows itself in how she deals with Victor- the romantic bond is certainly believable, but she is also able to give Victor enough of an ultimatum to pull him back from the edge. And where she ends up by film’s end shows another side of the theme of consequences to actions- her choice demonstrates to Victor that disregarding consequences only ends in destruction.

De Niro has the strongest performance of the cast as the Creature. He first appears as a criminal about to be executed, but spends most of the film as what is supposed to be a monster, and yet turns out to be a mix of terror, pathos, and ultimately humanity. The Creature comes into a world not knowing where he belongs, finds himself driven out by society, and out into the wilderness. Gradually his intelligence asserts itself and he learns how to read and speak, but his fleeting encounters with humanity tend to end badly. The audience can feel for him- and does when we see his pain, both physical and emotional. De Niro conveys that strongly, as well as the sense that the Creature is ashamed of his appearance. When he is finally drawn back to the life of his creator, we see him as something of an intellectual equal to Victor, capable of asking deeply philosophical questions- the question as to if he has a soul certainly is something that resonates deeply. De Niro plays the role as a mix of pity and rage, driven by revenge over his rejection by the world. Ultimately, however, the rage is spent, and his final act is one of compassion and humanity- which makes the character all the more compelling.

Branagh’s take on Victor matches the film itself- Gothic and over the top at times. His best work is opposite De Niro and Carter- especially a conversation Victor and the Creature have amid an ice field in which Victor is trying to make amends. It’s a quiet moment in a film that’s often frantic, and yet it’s one of the best scenes in the film, two master actors in very different positions having a philosophical discussion. The character though is inherently selfish- brilliant but obsessed with his goal to the point of shutting out everything else. At a pivotal moment late in the film, he asks not “are you okay”, but to “say my name”, a telling sign of his selfishness. Victor is so bound in his ambitions and his experiments that he fails to take into account the consequences of his actions- which is one of the things that makes the character and book so compelling. It’s the pursuit of knowledge without taking everything into consideration that continues to make it a classic. Instead Branagh’s Victor learns the lessons far too late of what his obsessions have cost him. It’s only after everything he’s valued has been destroyed and taken from him that Victor understands the penalty of ambition.

Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein does follow the book closely, for the most part, and strongly delves into the themes. Two centuries plus on, the book remains a classic because it asks difficult questions, profound questions that challenge us. In a world with cloned sheep and the acceleration of artificial intelligence, we would be wise to heed its lessons. This film adaptation captures the era well, featuring strong performances in a narrative that does go over the top and completely operatic in its scope at times, but presents the characters with depth and humanity- especially a vengeful Creature who has far more empathy than his creator could have imagined.

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

A Day In The Life Of A Cat

And now it is time for the cat to have her say. Pay her the appropriate amount of respect, for she is one of the supreme life forms on this planet, after all.

7:19 AM. Waking up at home. Taking a big stretch. Considering whether or not I should go to sleep for another hour or seven. Well, maybe I’ll stay awake until nap time. I haven’t had breakfast yet, and that’s always important. 

7:23 AM. The staff comes down the stairs, all dressed for that work place she goes to. I wonder what it is she does for a living. The way she dresses, she could be a banker, a lawyer, or a globe-trotting spy. Well, maybe not that last one. She tends to come home every night, doesn’t have a Walther PPK under the pillow, and doesn’t drink vodka martinis, shaken or stirred. 

7:25 AM. The staff has finally gotten around to providing me with breakfast. As usual, there are field rations in one bowl, but the staff seems to be getting the message and providing me with something proper, as in this case I have a bowl of milk and a plate of tuna. Very good, staff, but we’re going to have to get you to work on delivering all of this in pre-chilled tableware.

7:28 AM. Eating contentedly. The staff is seeing to her breakfast. 

7:37 AM. The staff is on her way out the door for the day. I give her a head bonk to the leg and suggest she bring some extra catnip when she comes home. Plus a good sized box for me to hide in. Boxes and cats. It’s a thing we have.

7:38 AM. Watching the staff get into her car to leave for the day. Okay, time to get ourselves organized, figure out the schedule for the day. Naps of course will feature prominently. Along with lots of staring out at the vastness of my domain and occasional brooding.

7:45 AM. Up on a windowsill on the second floor. Watching the world outside. Lots of fall colours. The distant sound of barking from that annoying mutt from down the road catches my ears. What purpose dogs serve in the greater scheme of things is beyond me. 

8:10 AM. Lightly dozing while sitting on the windowsill. You know, this morning sun really makes me sleepy. I could just enjoy a quick doze right here.

8:21 AM. Awoken by rustling sounds from outside. I open my eyes, look out on my lawn... and see that despicable dog running around in the fallen leaves and making a spectacle of himself. Hey! Dog! Get lost!

8:22 AM. The annoying mutt finally notices me and starts wagging his tail. Who gave you permission to come onto my property? Because I certainly didn’t. Scram! And I mean right now!

8:24 AM. I give the dog my full measure of disdain by giving him the finger. He seems confused. Dogs usually are.

8:25 AM. The dog finally leaves my property. I’m going to have to do something about him. Like have a skunk or porcupine drop in and pay him a visit. Teach him some manners. But dogs being dogs, I doubt the lesson will take.

8:39 AM. I settle down in the living room for a good nap. 

11:42 AM. Waking up from the nap. Feeling quite refreshed.

11:58 AM. Despite reluctance to subject myself to it, I eat some of the field rations.

12:09 PM. Watching some of the noon news. Much concern about creepy clown sightings. A rather paranoid member of something called the Anti-Clown Society Of America says we need to wipe all the clowns off the face of the planet, just like a plague of ancient Egypt. Oh, yes, you sound rational and well adjusted, lady. 

12:11 PM. Wolf Blitzer is telling the irrational loon that her remarks could be taken as anti-clownite. She says that’s kind of the point, that clowns are evil. No, lady, they’re obnoxious, not evil. There are some big differences between the two.

12:13 PM. Turning off the television. Okay, that’s enough of having my intelligence insulted for one day. I can’t believe all day news runs all day when they’ve got all of thirty minutes of actual content. This is all just nonsense cooked up to hype Hallowe’en. 

12:16 PM. Reminded of the fact that Hallowe’en is not that far off. And with my luck, the staff’s idiot relations will bring their rugrats around here for trick or treating. I really don’t get that whole tradition. Bunch of kids show up at your house going on three or four hours, demanding you give them candy for services not rendered, with vague hints of a threat about egging your house if you don’t follow through. Who started this whole thing anyway?

1:29 PM. I was just starting to drift off a nap when I was rudely awakened by the distant barking of that dog through the windows. Checking the clock. Mailman must be passing by. I wonder if it ever occurred to dogs that mailmen are just doing their job.

3:54 PM. Waking up from a nap. Slept well. Dreamed of jack o’lanterns and scarecrows and the Headless Horseman all chasing Wolf Blitzer. What kind of name is Wolf Blitzer anyway? It sounds like the sort of name he picked out of a Cracker Jack box.

4:46 PM. Waiting on the staff to come home. Feeling impatient.

5:21 PM. The staff walks through the front door, carrying a couple of grocery bags and a box! Praise be to Isis! A box! I deliver a head bonk to the legs and follow her into the kitchen. 

5:27 PM. The staff is putting away some of that Hallowe’en candy. I meanwhile am sitting pretty in my new box, which until thirty seconds ago contained a new coffee maker.

6:35 PM. Dinner with the staff. She’s having asparagus with her lamb. I’m just having strips of lamb. Tastes good. I don’t know why anyone would ever subject themselves to asparagus, but that’s just me.

11:41 PM. The staff is off to bed. Good night, staff, sleep well, and keep the bedroom door open so that I can run all over you at three thirty in the morning. If you happen to dream about Wolf Blitzer getting chased by the Headless Horseman, that would probably suggest we’re telepathically connected, you and I.

Which I doubt. I mean, after all, you keep putting field rations out for me first thing in the morning, despite all my protests, and if we had that mind reading thing going on between us, you’d understand that.

Monday, October 17, 2016

A Day In The Life Of A Dog

It's been awhile, but it's time to have the point of view of the dog and the cat and their unique world view. As always, I commence with the dog's gregarious perspective.

7:23 AM. Waking up at home. Dreamed of chasing squirrels. The infernal menaces that they are.

7:28 AM. Looking out the window. Pleasant weather. Fall colours. Plenty of time to jump and play in fallen leaves. But first: breakfast. Breakfast is always the best start for a good dog’s day. And I am a good dog, right? Of course right. Just as long as we ignore the Slipper Incident. And the Skunk Debacle. Oh, and there’s also that time I knocked the mayor into the pond.

7:31 AM. The human comes downstairs. Good morning, human! Fine day, isn’t it? Say, how about some breakfast?

7:33 AM. Wolfing down a big bowl of kibbles. Yum yum yum!

7:36 AM. Out the door for my morning run. See you later, human!

7:41 AM. Running through the back fields, barking at everything, feeling deliriously happy in that way that only a dog can feel. Life is good.

7:55 AM. Stopping in to pay a visit to Spike the Magnificent, Tormentor of Squirrels. Hello, Spike!

7:59 AM. Spike and I compare notes on the movement of the enemy, particularly in terms of their consolidation of nut assets as of late. I relate my dream of squirrels. Why is it even in our dreams they seem one step ahead of us, anyway?

8:03 AM. Spike and I discuss Hallowe’en coming up in a couple of weeks. Which is why our humans have bought those big pumpkins for carving. I wonder why they don’t carve a dog’s face into those things as opposed to garish grins and spooky faces. 

8:06 AM. Parting ways with Spike. We agree to keep each other informed on any sightings of the squirrels. And since the mailman passes by his place first before getting to mine, he’ll bark up a storm to let me know the infernal monster is coming.

8:17 AM. Passing by the home of that cranky cat. No sign of her outside. I do see some fallen leaves I wouldn’t mind having a run through. Oh, why not?

8:19 AM. Dashing about through the leaves. Happy as I can be.

8:22 AM. Pausing in my tracks. Motion out of the corner of my eye. I look at the house. And there she is in a second floor window hissing at me. Hello, cat! You should come outside. Lots of fun to play in the leaves. Come on, I’ll chase you and you can chase me right back. Just as long as you promise not to use those claws, okay?

8:24 AM. The cat is expressing her continued disdain for me in a way that would be considered rude in many quarters. And just how do cats give one the middle finger anyway?

8:25 AM. Discretion being the better part of valour (and my impression being that I’ve overstayed my welcome), I depart from the property. The cat is singularly unimpressed with me. I don’t know... what have I ever done to deserve that? Aside from occasionally startling her into wakefulness with a loud barking. But hey, I’m a dog, that’s one of those things we just do.

8:32 AM. Returning home. Human! It is I, Loki! Chewer of Slippers and Annoyer of Mailmen!

8:34 AM. Admitted into the house after the human has given me a good rub down to confirm that I haven’t been rolling in any puddles. Human, do I look like the sort of dog who would ever do that?

12:03 PM. Waking up from a nap. Slept exceedingly well. Dreamed of mud puddles.

12:08 PM. Have successfully mooched a dinner roll from the human. Yum yum yum!

1:29 PM. Giving the mailman a serious barking at when he dares to leave items in my human’s mailbox. Hey! Get lost, you fiend!

4:43 PM. Waking up from another nap to the sound of the pantry door open. Hey, could that mean a snack for me? I’d better get my tail wagging in just the right way.

4:45 PM. The human is putting some Hallowe’en candy away on the top shelf. Human? Did you go for a drive without waking me up? And do you really have to put that all the way up there? I mean, we both know that I can’t get into the pantry anyway. Though I suspect this whole story about chocolate not being good for dogs is just a cover so that you get all the chocolate.

6:19 PM. Dinner with the human. Some nice chunks of stewing beef taste really good right about now.

6:33 PM. Supervising the human while she’s doing the dishes. I’d help, really I would, but picking up dishes really isn’t my forte. Aside from with my mouth.

11:03 PM. Watching the late news with the human. Lots of stuff about that election south of the border. That’s still going on? Doesn’t it ever end? Come on, enough already! Human? I suggest sending some of those creepy clowns that have been on the news to break up the impasse. 

11:39 PM. The human is off to bed. Good night, human! Fear not, for I will be on extensive guard duty down here all night. No creepy clowns shall pass through the front door. Besides, I’ve got some serious thinking to do. Namely how to break into that pantry and take some Hallowe’en candy for myself.