Monday, February 27, 2012
Friday, February 17, 2012
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Just as we begin to feel comfortable, we are reminded that this is a horror movie. Wake Wood is not your typical English hamlet. People there don’t act normal, they don’t say normal things, and they don’t believe what normal people believe. In Wake Wood, we find that the abnormal is the norm. People dressed in black emerge, as if from nowhere, banging sticks together, and saying things they shouldn’t know. People warn you of things that shouldn’t be possible and offer you things not possible to give. All the while, in Wake Wood, there is an odd, slowly convincing reality and reason for all that is unreal. Slowly and disturbingly, things begin to make sense.
If you are doing something you shouldn’t do, it at least makes sense to follow the rules about doing the thing you shouldn’t do. Doing something you shouldn’t do, and then doing something else you shouldn’t do on top of it, is just asking for the worst. For someone to be brought back from the dead, they may be dead for no longer than a year, according to the Pagan “Rite of Return.” Louise and Patrick, in their desperation, decide to go a step further and lie; we know, even before they do, that the “horror” in Wake Wood is soon to follow.
What evil things might happen if you break the rules is part of the suspense, so I’m not about to tell you everything. I’ll just say, to do my job here, that the results are bloody to say the least. More than a few people (and animals) are in the body count, and Alice is not the cupie doll daughter she once was.
Monday, February 6, 2012
However again, is a good movie about the things Left Bank isn’t? I say no. Is the success of a movie more about its immediate effect or its condensed overall effect, after it settles in. I say it could be either or both, with the latter being the case for Left Bank. This movie, to use a fitting metaphor, impregnates you with thoughts, giving birth to new ideas about meaning later.
Oh yes! How could I forget the nightmares? No, not nightmares I had while sleeping during the film. This movie is by no means a snoozer. There are, however, some seriously kinky things going on in Marie's head, while she sleeps. They are just as real nightmares are—surreal things, connecting to reality in bizarre ways, scaring us even when awake, to think of what they really mean about ourselves. I’ll leave Marie's nightmares as daydreams for you to see; that is, if you can stay awake. Just kidding again!
I could go on and tell you more, but more would be too much. It’s best to leave the thread that connects these events for you to discover yourself. As for me telling the meaning of the title Left Bank, don’t even think about it. I’m not about to spoil that, no matter how many times you threaten to vomit and praise me with compliments I don’t deserve. That's a secret I'll leave within the movie you for you to discover yourself.