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The Revenant

Spotlight
If Inarritu’s saga has numerous points of reference from
other films, Spotlight would appear to have only one – Alan J Pakula's’s
clear-eyed and emotionally detached All The President’s Men, an
absorbing account of The Washington Post’s crusade over Watergate. In Spotlight,
Liev Schreiber –who coincidentally plays a character abused as a boy by a
Boston Catholic priest in the television series Ray Donovan - is The Boston Globe editor who guides an
investigative team through a now well-documented public disclosure of the
institutionalised abuse of children by almost 250 Boston priests. The lawyers
negotiated confidential settlements (so no one would know) and the police
looked the other way (so no-one would find out) and the Church just placed the
abusing priests elsewhere, all three institutions perpetuating an odious
cover-up. It was to become symptomatic of world-wide abuses of children by
Catholic priests, institutionalised world-wide by the conscious targeting of
“at risk” children. All The Presidents Men lost out to Rocky for Best Picture in
1977 and the fear is Spotlight will probably suffer a
similar fate.
Carol
The central strengths are Cate Blanchett and Rooney Mara,
actors who produce two of the most nuanced and memorable performances of a
couple in love in recent memory. Perhaps only equalled by Celia Johnson and
Trevor Howard in Brief Encounter. They are more than worth the price of
admission as is Ed Lachman’s amazing Super 16mm cinematography, the film grain
pronounced and perfectly suited to the film’s 1950s aesthetic. Blanchett, all
furs, blonde-hair and snake-eyed intensity and Mara, outwardly vulnerable, but
inwardly all strength are both worthy Oscar contenders. Carol is exquisite but
hardly a flawless gem. The three male characters and one female (Therese’s
supervisor) are all one-dimensional and off-putting to watch compared with the
rich characterisations of the leads. Strange mistakes from Todd Haynes, a director
whose previous work (Far From Heaven or I’m Not There, for instance) has
rendered balanced performances throughout. Other quibbles might include some clunky
tracking shots (Carol driving against NYC skylines), jarringly out of place
with the rest of the film’s aesthetic. There is also the strange use of the private
investigator Tommy Tucker who bugs Carol and Therese’s love-making in a motel.
Would he really turn up at breakfast next morning pretending to be a travelling
salesman and embarrassingly impose himself on the couple? And why? Perhaps it
works better in Highsmith’s book.
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