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Into the Wild (2007)

posted April 24th, 2008

Buy on DVD!Directed by Sean Penn

Starring Emile Hirsch, Hal Holbrook

Into the Wild is based on the true story of Chris McCandless, a college graduate from a posh family who abandons his privileged existence for a life of hitchhiking, living off the land, and go-with-the-flow spirituality. He sends his life savings to OxFam, scissors his credit cards, and burns his identification. He’s reborn as “Alexander Supertramp;” lone wanderer of the American landscape.

Chris is an intelligent and earnest young man. Sick of modern civilization and its crass materialism (he rejects his parents’ offer of a new car as a graduation present), he finds inspiration in the pages of Thoreau, Tolstoy, and Jack London. The holy grail of his quest for spiritual enlightenment is Alaska, a place where he can be alone to “just be out there in it. You know, big mountains, rivers, sky, game. Just be out there in it, you know? In the wild.”

Along the way, Chris encounters a series of people who help and encourage him in his goal. They become like an adoptive family; replacements of the damaged family he was born into. Indeed, as the film progresses, it becomes clear that Chris’ relentless pursuit of a new identity in an empty landscape has as much to do with his broken family life as with naïve idealism. As the audience gains insight into the trauma of his childhood—the lies, the deceitfulness, the abuse, and the rancor—his rejection of worldly things begins to look more and more like a sadistic revenge on the parents who poisoned his childhood. He takes off “into the wild” to get away from human contact without ever telling his family what he’s done or where he’s going.

Emile Hirsch as Chris McCandlessSean Penn’s lyrical and intimate directing style owes a debt to Terrence Malick, who directed Penn in The Thin Red Line. The lush images of sunsets, soaring birds, and falling water seem to reinforce Chris’ Romantic vision of man’s spiritual relationship to nature—the movie even opens with a quote from Byron—and when Chris says, “You don’t need human relationships to be happy, God has placed it all around us,” you wonder if Penn perhaps endorses this reductive view of life.

Then something happens in the second half of the film that casts Chris’s journey in a new light. In the final chapter of the movie (Penn, adapting the screenplay from Jon Krakauer’s book, structures it like his source material) Chris meets Ron Franz (Hal Holbrook), a retired Army man and devout Catholic. They develop a quiet, unassuming friendship based on sympathy and understanding. Ron, having heard of Chris’ family troubles, tells him: “When you forgive, you love. And when you love, God’s light shines upon you.” This chapter of the film is titled: “The Getting of Wisdom.”

The tragedy of Into the Wild is that Chris refuses the grace offered through the relationship with Ron, whose life of hope and love is the true holy grail of spiritual enlightenment, not Alaska. Ron invites Chris to stay with him as an adopted grandson, but Chris, in his restlessness, rejects the kindly old man’s offer and continues on his way to the vast emptiness of Alaska.

But Ron’s vision of life as forgiveness and love returns to Chris in his loneliness and isolation in the wilderness. In his mind’s eye, Chris sees his joyful return to his family, embracing them in the life-giving love made possible by forgiveness. In his mind, he asks them: “What if I were smiling and running into your arms? Would you see then what I see now?” He sees the clouds parting and God’s light shining on him in his stricken loneliness.

There he remains, sick and starving in the Alaskan wilderness, “trapped in the wild” as he writes in his journal. His final insight is scribbled into the margins of his tattered copy of Tolstoy: “Happiness is only real when shared.”

The Prisoner of Zenda (1937)

posted July 5th, 2007

order the DVD from Amazonstarring Ronald Colman, Madeleine Carroll, Douglas Fairbanks, Jr., David Niven, and Raymond Massey

Families looking for movie entertainment that insults neither their morals, their intelligence, nor their aesthetics can often do no better than go to the vaults for the vintage products—those great old films from the Silent era through the Forties, usually in black and white, filmed when the industry was still young and had not yet discovered Irony—that powerful narrative acid, sometimes useful but more often than not, deadly.

One of the great stars of that era was Ronald Colman—a Silent era heartthrob whose beautiful voice enabled him to make the often dodgy transition to Talkies. And a hearthrob Colman remained, well into his sixties—leastways if you question the Murphy women.

The Prisoner of Zenda, based on the classic adventure novel by Anthony Hope, tells the unlikely but for all that delightful tale of Maj. Rudolf Rassendyll, whose intended fishing vacation in the charming little country of Zenda (presumably some tidbit of the then Austro-Hungarian empire) is turned into a life-and-death game of deception and kidnapping when it is discovered that he is as good as an identical twin to the country’s Prince Rupert, who is to be crowned king the day after Rassendyll arrives. (Turns out that the pair are actually distant cousins, due to an ancestral indiscretion between Maj. Rassendyll’s great-great-grandmother and Prince Rupert’s great-great grandfather, or some such thing.)

The salient point is that when Prince Rupert’s scheming half-brother, Michael (Raymond Massey), has him drugged and kidnapped in hopes of preventing his being crowned, Rassendyll is drafted by Rupert’s loyal aides to take his place until the real King can be rescued. Naturally complications ensue, one of the foremost being that Maj. Rassendyll falls in love with King Rupert’s intended, the beautiful Princess Flavia (Madeleine Carroll.)

This 1937 movie was elegantly directed by John Cromwell and filmed in stunning black and white by master cinematographer James Wong Howe. But its main asset, in my view, is an almost embarrassing abundance of acting talent. Besides Colman, who has the refinement, wit and gravitas that makes one long for the good old days when heroes were also Gentlemen, or were at least expected to act like one, there is also the commanding Raymond Massey as Black Michael and a young (and very sweet) David Niven as one of Rupert’s aides. Nor can too much be said, least of all in a movie that involves swordplay, of Colman’s primary cinematic foil, the devilishly charming Douglas Fairbanks, Jr as Black Michael’s conscienceless henchman, Prince Rupert of Hentzau. One waits for their inevitable face-off (with swords, yeah!) with keen anticipation for the better part of the movie, and it does not disappoint.

Clan Murphy strongly recommends that all movie lovers go on a quest to unearth all available Ronald Colman movies, both silent and Talkie, and Zenda, though not the very best of them, is a great place to start.

first look at new Indiana Jones

posted June 25th, 2007

Clan Murphy adores the Indy movies, and to be frank don’t quite know what to think or expect of Indy 4, now filming. It’s not just a matter of Harrison Ford getting older—that could be a lot of fun, if handled well—it’s as much to do with a feeling that Spielberg has lost a good deal of his playfulness as a movie director these last ten years or so, and Indy must be playful above all things. (Witness the problems with the latest Pirates of the Caribbean movie. It’s as if our beloved Jack Sparroww—do we watch these movies for anything or anyone else?—had stumbled in on the wrong movie, and a ponderous and self-important wannabe epic at that.)John thinks a lot of Spielberg’s recent tendency towards misanthropic cinema may have something to do with the fact that he no longer storyboards, so his films have gotten looser, less focused, heavier. And he’s working exclusively with cinematographer Kaminsky, who though brilliant,  tends to give Spielberg’s movies a relentlessly dark and brooding feel. Please God, not Indy!

Anyway, click here to see a pic from the new Indiana Jones set—our first look at the “new” Indy.