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FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
With
the current uprising awareness on bullying, I became increasingly intrigued by
Roman Polanski’s return with his latest motion picture, Carnage, based
on Yasmina Reza’s Tony-award winning play, God
of Carnage. Since this film was relatively brief, I will attempt to keep my
review in the same vain.
In
current cinematic presentations, Mtv inspired editing and mind-boggling
cinematography has been placed on a high pedestal. This is all good and well,
however we seem to have forgotten about well-written screenplays as in addition
to acting. With a bold move, Roman Polanski strips away all shiny objects in
order to focus solely on the actors’ brilliant performances. No need for
neither multiple locations nor groundbreaking wardrobe for the here and now is
what is important. For those who do not know much about the play, the story is
about two young boys who partake in an argument. About what, we don’t know,
however the end of their personal dispute becomes public information when it
becomes known that one hits the other with a stick. From this point on, the
audience follows a conflict that quickly arises between the boys’ parents. Adversaries
are Mr. and Mrs. Longstreets (John C. Reily and Jodi Foster) versus the opponents,
Mr. and Mrs. Cowans (Christoph Waltz and Kate Winslet). In short, Cowans’ son,
Ethan, refused to be involved with the Longstreets’ son, Zach, scheme. Zach
bullied Ethan and in return, Ethan expressed his annoyance by using physical
contact. Being responsible adults, they follow societies “law” that grown-ups
are to handle such occasion with a mature attitude by using reasonable conflict
resolution. The Longstreets welcome the Cowans in their apartment to conduct
such affair civilly. Funny thing is, being an adult just means knowing bigger
words, but the verbal affray is just as catty as a schoolyard brawl. While attempting to leave on more than
one occasion, the Cowans are harassed, first kindly then maliciously, back into
the Longstreets’ home. Polite sharing or courteous small talk is just one big
expose of bourgeois hypocrisy. Big tree branch sticks are replaced with
high-tech cell phones and 18-year-old scotch. Even cute nicknames, like
Darjeeling and Doodles, become tools for callous mocking. Inner securities that are born from
childhood are still alive, however adults tend to cleverly cover such flaws
with self-righteousness. Sticks and stones make break bones, but words will
always be emotionally hurtful.
In
order to round up viewers into the mess, Roman Polanski keeps the action in two
locations – inside the apartment and the hallway to the elevators. This
develops a claustrophobic sensation. All emotions plus egos are deeply
entrapped, therefore, quickly boils into childish bickering about unnecessary
laden topics such as misogyny, Darfur and animal cruelty. Unfortunately, I have not seen the
play, but doing a bit of research on it, it appears Polanski missed the mark.
The live play pushes the audience to participate in the madness by occupying
the same space as the actors. The audience is part of the gang of spectators
circulating around the two couples whereas with the film version, the
connection isn’t given. Nevertheless, what kept this film from being a huge disaster
was the outstanding battle of the wits between Foster, Reily, Waltz and
Winslet. If you have 80 minutes to
spare to witness the English language sharply utilized in illustrating modern
relationships, I recommend checking out Carnage. Even if you are not a
fan of Polanski and his personal past, it is still fun just to observe his
direction in having four highly acclaimed actors insult each other. Any civil pretentiousness
and superficial bigotry towards others beliefs calls for detention. Forewarning:
Verbal vomit isn’t the only spew that’s brought forth to the table.
Recommendation:
Apple-Pear Cobbler Recipe
In
the beginning of the film, as a peace offering, the Longstreets serves
apple-pear cobbler to the Cowans. My goal is whip up such treat hopefully by
this weekend. The recipe comes from Ms. Barefoot Contessa, Ina Garten. If any
of you make this crisp, please let me know!
FYI,
Mrs. Longstreets’ secret ingredient is Gingerbread crumbs.
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