Saturday, July 26, 2014
Lucy
There is a certain tight kind of unity a film can have when it's directed by the person who wrote it. The intention of the language and the intention of the direction marry with each other to illuminate the film's subject matter in pleasing and surprising ways. Luc Besson, who directed Lucy, also edited it. His direction and his editing go together beautifully and carry the story of the film, which is fortunate because he also wrote the script and man, that guy cannot write for shit. Oh, the clunky dialogue and tiresome, interminable, faux-philosophical, pseudoscientific exposition. Oh. My. Goodness.
The first forty-five minutes or so of Lucy take place in Taipei. Scarlett Johansson plays Lucy, an American expat who gets tangled up in a drug-smuggling operation run by brutal gangsters. During this portion of the film, many of the characters speak Mandarin to one another, and as Lucy does not understand what they are saying, and we see the movie from her point of view, there are no subtitles. The visual storytelling of the movie, the physical performances, and the wonderful editing come together so well that it's always clear what's going on.
A short while later, Morgan Freeman lays out the central idea of the movie in pretty much the worst TED talk you've ever heard. Remember that debunked theory that some people had in the 1990's that we only use a small percentage of our brains and if we could only manage to use the whole thing we'd be capable of amazing feats of intelligence? In this movie that theory is true and is described by Morgan Freeman in a speech so excruciatingly poorly written that by the end, hell, by the middle, you wish he was giving it in a language that you didn't understand.
The speech is accompanied by a Powerpoint presentation that includes video of Rhinoceroses having sex.
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