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Bad cop becomes ex-cop becomes criminal becomes corpse…

 

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  • [Jennifer Epps, who usually gets to the movies a lot quicker than me, also has a review.]

The East has come out on DVD this past week, and home is likely to be the place most people will see it.  The film is a mixed bag, some interesting ideas about corporate power and abuse, but ultimately it suffers from a plodding pace and predictability.

Brit Marling’s previous film, The Sound of My Voice, also rambled along at a snail’s pace, and it begs the question if she and her partners in crime are not putting enough plot in to fill up a full-length feature film.  It seems The East was better thought out than Voice, but I still felt constrained by budget and limited locations for the middle section of the movie.  They linger far too long at an abandoned, ruined house, and it tries your patience.

What’s more, and probably the true deal breaker, The East group never really sold me that it was genuine.  This anarchist cult seemed more like Hollywood’s version of a rebel movement, and a lot of obligatory moments and forced on the nose dialogue kept me at arm’s length.  Wearing your movement on your sleeve is a sign of bad writing, lacking subtext, and the film seemed to veer this way and that, but kept taking me out of the story with forced bits of dialogue.

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The major “jam,” targeting one of the member’s fathers, also felt so contrived and given short shrift that it sunk the film at the moment things should have escalated to the next level up.  That sequence failed, and it felt like not enough thought had been put into the entire film.  As Kirsten said, “It fizzled at the end.”

Not sure the end is where it fizzled, but yes there is an anti-climactic wrap-up that should have been staged better.  The larger ideas clicked at the ending, but the execution not so much.

The East could have been a much grittier, more raw tour de force, and it probably should have been.  Instead there is a cleanliness, a neat pat style that works against the film.  It far too easily mingles at luxury parties and corporate headquarters.  That was one of the film’s points, but it tainted the rest of the movie, which lacked realism and authenticity.  I never bought, for a second, that I was watching anything other than actors reading lines.

Take from that what you will.  The East, a victim of its own slick production and budget, perhaps amounting to anarcho-exploitation rather than any meaningful examination of corporate crimes against humanity.

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I was suckered into sitting through this thing at the $2 theater.  We had to waste some time and sober up for a while.

Everything you’ve heard about it is true.  Abysmally bad, an insult to humanity, really.  It tasted like a soup with ice cream and marmalade and pork and garlic, hot sauce, chocolate syrup, chipotle, beer, ginger, confectioners sugar – blended all up while John Phillip Sousa music blares at 11.  In other words, something like this:

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I felt like a giant Mickey Rat tortured me for six hours.  In other words a fun time for all, and some others in the theater called it a “great movie,” to their impressionable children no less.

In the words of the prophet, Bill Hicks, “Boy, is my thumb not on the pulse of America.”

They appeared to try.  So it was difficult to figure why it is so unwatchable.  It doesn’t know if it’s a slapstick comedy or a chilling drama about genocide, and the corporate scum at the top of the chain don’t really give a fuck.  Perhaps it was re-imagined by a computer program and directed by some experimental DARPA funded director-bot.  At least if it was a robot in beta testing we could cut the guy some slack, but I have a feeling this hack is still consuming our precious oxygen.

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Like, holy wow.

This ain’t a movie, yet.

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Last Wednesday and Thursday “Diana” boarded a public bus and shot the driver in the head with a pistol and walked away. A witness claims she told the second victim, “You guys think you’re real bad, don’t you?” before shooting him.

She then sent e-mails to Mexican media outlets with the handle “Diana, the hunter of bus drivers.”

“I myself and other women have suffered in silence but we can’t stay quiet anymore. We were victims of sexual violence by the drivers on the night shift on the routes to the maquilas [assembly plants in the city]. I am the instrument of vengeance for several women.”

 

You just fucked with the wrong Chica.

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This brilliantly deceptive crime thriller puts the unreliable in unreliable narrators.  Trance is a Danny Boyle project, and so I was going to see it no matter what.  The cinematography is trippy and full of interesting angles.  I only wish they hadn’t blown out the highlights so hideously on a number of shots.  I see a variety of cameras were used, apparently some not quite holding up to the high-contrast noir lighting.

But the intensity rises at the end with a crucial period where we don’t know what the hell is going on.  This confusion makes everyone suspect, and the tenuous alliances can rattle one’s sense of trust.  I’m not sure if the intent was to put the viewers into a trance, as in Enter the Void.

I certainly wasn’t sure of anything, right up to the final scene.  It’s a mind tease with sex and violence, and so pretty interesting stuff.  Hopefully none of the previous counts as a spoiler.

 

 

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