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The Secret World of Arrietty

Sitting in the theater yesterday, I found myself peering up into the endless shadowy heights of a vast cavern, listening to the booming, deafening echo of a faraway…ticking clock.

The dark cavern was the bedroom of our supporting lead, Sho, a boy with a brave but rapidly failing heart; but at the moment, I was standing in the lovingly handmade boots of our heroine and main character, Arrietty the Borrower. It was her first time exploring a human habitation, no small task when you stand barely as tall as a child’s finger, and it was impossible not to feel some of her sense of awe and wonder at the gigantic world unfolding around her.

This newest Ghibli film is filled with such tiny people, but nevertheless stands a cut above the studio’s recent releases (“Howl’s Moving Castle”, “Tales from Earthsea”, even “Ponyo”), delivering a warm and evocative experience that stays with the viewer long after leaving the theater.

Pacing and plot have been stumbling blocks for Ghibli in recent years, with their otherwise delightful films spinning wildly out of control in visually fascinating but bewildering finales. “Arrietty” thankfully breaks this pattern. The film is beautifully paced and stays true to the spirit of its source material, establishing an engaging world and then carrying the viewer through a well-crafted tale that twists here and there without flying off the tracks before coasting to an ending that borrows nicely from the original while adding a few touches that feel just right. No incomprehensible final act here, just satisfying storytelling.

However, what really makes the film a winner, in my opinion, is its masterful use of atmosphere. The sense of the balmy, lazy, sun- and rain-drenched Japanese summertime is beautifully conveyed and pervades every scene, helped along by Corbel’s warm and wistful Celtic-styled soundtrack and gentle vocals, but just as memorable and far more unique is the sense of sheer scale.

Since the beginning of filmmaking, plenty of movies have tackled the special effects challenge of portraying tiny people in a human-sized world, but although they’ve integrated their miniature stars more and more skillfully into their surroundings, few have given such a sense of the sheer size of those surroundings from the heroes’ vantage. There’s no such disconnect here, and Ghibli uses the versatility of animation to their full advantage. The view as Arrietty peers over the edge of a kitchen cabinet is dizzying. Scenes of climbing inside the hollow wall joists feel as hazardous as a documentary on spelunking. Coming in from the rain, Arrietty impatiently brushes clinging water droplets as big as her hands from her hair and clothes. The rustling of Sho’s clothing as he stands or sits is like the unfurling of a schooner’s sail in the wind, and speaking human voices (although not pitched down to the uncomfortable point that full realism might require) are sometimes underscored with an unsettling rumble. I left the film with a heightened awareness of my own vast(?) size, scanning around me for spots where a Borrower might hide in the theater lobby or creep out to fetch stray popcorn kernels.

Inhabiting this gorgeous world are plenty of charming characters: brave and spirited Arrietty, who shinnies up curtains like a monkey and draws her borrowed pin to stare down danger with a sound like Errol Flynn unsheathing a blade; her hard-working and stoically affectionate father, Pod, and fretful but loving mother, Homily; the young human Sho who longs for a friend as he ponders the possibility of his own extinction as well as the Borrowers’; his gentle-spirited aunt and their grubby-fingered housekeeper, who both have their own reasons to wish to see a “tiny person”; and an unexpected visitor who brings startling news to Arrietty’s family.

Fans of the book series will be delighted with the film’s respectful and vivid adaptation of Norton’s work–I know I was. (Without spoiling too much that hasn’t been shown in the trailers, I have three words for those in the know: Spiller. Stream. Teapot.) And those unfamiliar with the material will find plenty to love in this version. It’s hard to believe that this confident, solid work is the first film of a freshman director.

For the first time in several years, I feel real confidence in the ability of Studio Ghibli to live strongly beyond its celebrated founders’ legacies. Here’s hoping this little film is a huge success, as it so richly deserves to be.


Fast Tube by Casper

Gone

An indispensable element in all good mystery stories is the red herring. No, this kind of red herring is not some smelly fish, but something that distracts you so that you are thrown off the scent of the real killer. Brazilian director Heitor Dhalia and “Underworld: Awakening” scenarist Allison Burnett have appropriated those venerable red herrings and combined them with the storytelling device about the guy who cried wolf for “Gone,” a shallow, slow-burn serial killer thriller. The psychological saga grows out of a kidnap victim’s memory of the criminal who grabbed her and left her at the bottom of a “Silence of the Lambs” type hole where several other victims had perished. Miraculously, our hero manages to escape, but the Portland Police Department cannot find either the hole or the killer so they write her off as a lunatic.

It doesn’t help matters that Jill Conway (Amanda Seyfried) has spent time in a psycho ward. Predictably, the authorities aren’t amused when Jill shows up at the police department with news that her alcoholic sister Molly (Emily Wickersham) has gone missing. Since she cannot get the police to launch an investigation into her disappearance, Jill buys herself a revolver and starts questioning everybody who might know something. Eventually, she tracks down the guy who not only abducted his sister but also her, too. Meanwhile, the police are looking for her because she has brandished her gun. As it turns out, the killer rings her up on her cell phone and gives her directions deep into the woods where he is awaiting her return. Throwing caution to the wind, Jill follows his directions. You can figure out after about an hour of “Gone” elapses that Jill Conway may be crazy but crazy like a fox. This make the Portland Police look pretty bad after they send her packing.

Credibility is the key to everything that occurs in “Gone,” and you know that Jill is on the right trail when her missing sister still doesn’t show up. Everybody but one cop treats Jill as credible, but he vanishes from the action, prompts us to believe that he has something to do with the case. Meanwhile, the cops do their dead level best to find Jill. Of course, these incompetent cretins blow that objective, too. As Jill questions people who may have information about her sister, she lies about the circumstances surrounding the case. Mind you, Jill goes out on a flimsy limb with her plethora of lies.

“Gone” isn’t very good. The dialogue is as forgettable as the characters are one-dimensional. One of the Portland police detectives exits the film for a long stretch making himself look suspicious. Eventually, after Jill proves that she isn’t a lunatic, she dispenses vigilante justice. Occasionally, “Gone” recalls the Ashley Judd thriller “Kiss the Girls,” but neither Dhalia nor Burnett conjure up any surprises that make you catch your breath. The far-fetched ending and the incredible cell phone that our heroine can talk on for long lengths of time in the depths of the woods undermine this occasionally atmospheric nail-biter. The performances by Seyfried and solid cast are the film’s sole saving grace.


Fast Tube by Casper

Wanderlust

Whether good or bad, love or hate, movies should always elicit a reaction; the stronger the better in my book. When I come out of a theater, I want to have an opinion of the film I just saw and I want to be bubbling over with comments to process and compile into a review. As such, one of the worst traits a film can have is a lack of noteworthy content. If I cannot muster up a few hundred words on a given film, then I can’t exactly give a hearty recommendation. Such is the case with Wanderlust.

Life isn’t going well for George (Paul Rudd) and Linda (Jennifer Aniston). Just days after paying too much for a small New York apartment, George’s company goes under and Linda’s new business idea is wrecked. Jobless and penniless, the couple heads to Atlanta where George has a job waiting for him, courtesy of his obnoxious older brother (Ken Marino). On the way down, however, they stop in at a remote bed and breakfast which turns out to be a commune. Led by a charismatic free spirit named Seth (Justin Theroux), this group of hippies have embraced a simpler way of life that comes complete with all the amenities and ideals you might expect of such a community. Intrigued by the happiness the group exudes, George and Linda decide to move into the commune for a two-week trial run. Shenanigans ensue.

Most of what I liked about Wanderlust boiled down to my affection for the leads, Rudd and Aniston. Rudd is one of the most likable, perpetually enjoyable comedic actors in the field today and he always manages to come across as a bright spot even in a bad movie. I think Rudd’s charm comes as a result of his ability to bridge the gap between nerd and cool guy; he doesn’t exactly belong in either camp and yet can walk in both. As always, Rudd gives an endearing and appealing performance here and exudes a natural, everyman charisma. I’m pretty sure several of the funnier scenes within Wanderlust are the product of Rudd’s improvised banter and as such, this film owes a great deal to its star. Aniston, too, is a favorite of mine (despite some of truly terrible films) who has proved to possess a comedic touch when given something to work with. Her chemistry with Rudd is solid and while her role isn’t as well developed as Rudd’s, she does her job well and the pair makes for a solid combination.

The other elements of Wanderlust, however, are lackluster. The narrative contains a few promising story lines but they aren’t fleshed out with much pizazz. There are plenty of laughs but most of them come from easy, “low hanging fruit”-type jokes that get old as the film progresses. And most of the supporting characters are as one-note as they come; each brings a few laughs here and there when they’re in their respective elements but then run out of gas and become tiresome. Theroux, Malin Ackerman, Kathryn Hahn, and several others have their moments but none of them ever really get moving or show any signs of development. This lack of depth and development results in the feeling that Wanderlust is not so much a film as it is a bundle of individual scenes, vignettes if you will, tied together by George and Linda in loose, unsatisfying fashion.

There’s nothing inherently or irrevocably wrong with Wanderlust but outside of a few laughs and the appeal of the leads, there’s nothing truly right about it, either. It simply is and that lack of significance makes for an overly ho-hum experience.


Fast Tube by Casper


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