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Thursday, December 15, 2011

For the sake of not having to write the same intro a million different ways throughout the rest of time, just know that this column avoids the overly long and sometimes dull process of full film reviews and instead opts to break things down based on what I thought going in, what happened while I was there and what I learned at the end of it all.  Thanks for reading!




The Breakdown - Carnage

The Impression:

Roman Polanski films deep-dark comedy about our relationships with each other through the eyes of the horribly rich! I’m in.



The Reality:

Yazmin Reza has, in my limited experience, become the chronicler of how fucking awful rich people can be. Roman Polanski is one of the great directors of our time (though The Ghost Writer certainly isn’t a showcase for that) and his ability to expose the oddities of any mundane subject are as good if not the best of anyone working today. The story of two couples trapped in a self-created purgatory of emotional battling is exhausting. Carnage is the story of two couples (Jodie Foster and John C. Reily and Christoph Waltz and Kate Winslet) who meet to discuss an incident involving one child’s stick-whipping of another child. The incident is just a catalyst though for the two couples to pick each other apart and in picking each other apart show the horrible, horrible nature of every human being ever. The film, based on Yazmin Reza’s play The God of Carnage is forced in to the tight confines of a stage but Polanski doesn’t let it restrict him, he uses the space to force the feeling of claustrophobia on the viewer. These people are awful (even if you like one of them more than any other, I can promise you by the end of the film, you’ll despise them and everything they stand for equally) and Polanski wants to make sure that it feels impossible to flee their terrible natures. I certainly did. Any moment of levity Polanski allowed I gulped up like oxygen, desperate to find space outside of the box of emotional horrors these talented actors create.


The Lesson:

Rich people are terrible. But c’mon, you already knew that.



- Noah Sanders -



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