A blog formerly known as Bookishness / By Charles Matthews

"Dazzled by so many and such marvelous inventions, the people of Macondo ... became indignant over the living images that the prosperous merchant Bruno Crespi projected in the theater with the lion-head ticket windows, for a character who had died and was buried in one film and for whose misfortune tears had been shed would reappear alive and transformed into an Arab in the next one. The audience, who had paid two cents apiece to share the difficulties of the actors, would not tolerate that outlandish fraud and they broke up the seats. The mayor, at the urging of Bruno Crespi, explained in a proclamation that the cinema was a machine of illusions that did not merit the emotional outbursts of the audience. With that discouraging explanation many ... decided not to return to the movies, considering that they already had too many troubles of their own to weep over the acted-out misfortunes of imaginary beings."
--Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

Saturday, November 16, 2019

The Ring (Gore Verbinski, 2002)


The Ring (Gore Verbinski, 2002)

Cast: Naomi Watts, Martin Henderson, David Dorfman, Brian Cox, Jane Alexander, Lindsay Frost, Amber Tamblyn, Rachael Bella, Daveigh Chase, Shannon Cochran, Sandra Thigpen. Screenplay: Ehren Kruger, based on a novel by Koji Suzuki and a screenplay by Hiroshi Takahashi. Cinematography: Bojan Bazelli. Production design: Tom Duffield. Film editing: Craig Wood. Music: Hans Zimmer.

There's not much chance of watching any videotape these days, let alone a haunted one, so if The Ring were remade today it would have to be ... what? A murderous TikTok? A satanic tweet? (Though maybe we've had a few of those lately.) That's just to say that horror films become obsolete quickly, unless they're made with a surer hand than Gore Verbinski's. The director strives for a sense of gathering doom in his film, using gloomy weather and isolated settings to good effect, but even the creepy video looks like nothing more than, as Martin Henderson's Noah suggests, a short made by a student in a film class. Naomi Watts is, as always, effective, and she gets good support from Henderson and young David Dorfman as the genre's familiar weird little kid. Huge talents like Brian Cox and Jane Alexander are welcome in their small roles. But the film doesn't give them enough substance as characters for me to feel concerned about their fate, and the supposedly threatening closing scene, in which it's hinted that we're all at risk because we've watched the video ourselves, falls flat.

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