Trauma

Another dismal dud from the British film industry. This has all the things that make the average Brit movie so dire: downbeat story and settings, pretentious 'realistic' performances and an incoherent, showy style. Any film that starts with the death of a character that we - naturally - feel absolutely nothing for gets off on the wrong foot. After a short while we're as confused as poor old unshaven Colin Firth, who wears a puzzled frown throughout. Mena Suvari turns up now and then, but really shouldn't have bothered. Indeed, she might as well have phoned her performance in like she did in American Pie 2. Everything stinks about this film: the laughable press headlines (would The Mirror really have 'Caught You! Killer could be on film' as a header in the circumstances the film presents?), the stupid, grim settings (who lives in a barely converted hospital?) and the obscure, confusing story development that tries to be clever but just annoys. I can't imagine anyone enjoying this turkey.

I watched this all the way through, though I cant pretend I liked it. The overwhelming impression of this movie was confusion. I had zero idea of what the hell was going on. All the effects of a shocker movie were there, the insects,the momentary glimpses of things undetermined, to raise the tension, the creepy caretaker, the muted colouring, the mutilated corpse, flashbacks, the almost abandoned building which was an ex hospital with, handily, a morgue in the basement ! etc etc. For me a movie must have entertainment value, there was none here, the story was nasty all the way through. Acting ? Colin Firth, Mena Suvari... first class as you would expect when you manage to acquire actors of their standing you want to put them in a better vehicle than this movie.

Marc Evans directs this superior British made movie about a man who awakens from a coma to discover his wife is dead and he's haunted by images from the past.

Colin Firth is Ben, a traumatised coma recovery victim. He's confused about his life, and as a result of the death of his wife, possibly caused by himself during a road accident he's moved apartment only down the street near where a famous pop singer was murdered around the time of his wife's death. He has no concrete memory of the recent past, so cannot answer the questions his own mind is posing him.

Stricken by nightmares and bizarre visions, Ben is utterly flummoxed and scared by what is happening to him, and to attempt to escape it he teams up with an old art college friend as a work partner. However, add into the mix his intense grief at his loss, and the entry into his life of the lovely Charlotte, played meltingly wonderfully by Mena Suvari, and it is plain to see that he simply doesn't know who or what to turn to in order to truly get his life back on track. There is also the overriding suspicion that the murder of the singer, Lauren Paris, is in some strange way connected to what is occurring to him...

The direction in Trauma is absolutely fantastic. Psychological suspense is the name of the game here, and although it certainly takes a few nods from the likes of Vanilla Sky and Jacob's Ladder, it's unquestionably its own world. It is certainly the type of superb cinematography which disturbs in this sort of movie, hinting at innate 'wrongness' of certain things.

Firth is initially quite hard to accept as the troubled Ben, but you get used to him and in the end he actually convinces quite well. As said before, Mena Suvari is quite delicious as Charlotte, encompassing a sort of Penelope Cruz demeanour as she was in Vanilla Sky. Her warmth, enthusiasm and eagerness shines through at all times.

However, the only flaw I can find with this story is that I am *slightly* confused by what it all meant, and what the conclusion actually entailed. I am writing this review having read absolutely nothing about the movie, so for all I know, it was a terrible film which confused everyone! However, I really got a kick out of it, and although I am a mite baffled by it all, the polish and quality of everything about it shone through, for me, and I will endeavour to read more about it on this very site.

Personally, if you enjoy psychological thrillers (This *might* have been intended as a horror but it was nowhere near the level of scariness a horror should be) with a hint of the supernatural, give this a shot.

Not a horror movie, which I wasn't really expecting, but not a spooky psychological thriller, which I think it was supposed to be. What was it? confusing. This movie tried so hard to find its place, but just wandered around & around. I found myself using the repeat button to go back and see if there was something I had missed, to make sense of what followed. There were a few good scenes, a couple good jolts -and I do like Colin Firth - but the movie just couldn't find its rhythm and stay there. There *was* some good acting, but not enough to make me care about the characters. There *was* some dark atmosphere, but it wasn't sustained. There *was* some shock value in the end, but not enough. Can I have my 88 minutes back, please?

Trauma (2004)

The creepy, mind-bending aura of this very British contemporary film, starring a lonely and confused man named Ben striving most of all to find reality itself, has so many really interesting aspects you can't help but wonder why it doesn't quite sweep you away. Or worse, why it's downright bad by the end, all the building up and forced drama being affectations built on sand.

And leading man Colin Firth is one of our masters of brooding, interior acting, which he does extremely well once again, against the odds set up by director Marc Evans. Firth's portrayal of Ben actually makes the most of all the ambiguity of the clichéd plot, and we try to follow his mind as it keeps slipping from one point of view to another.

It sounds great, on paper. But this is no Coen Brothers film, nor a David Lynch or David Fincher film, even if there are shades of each of these styles and intentions throughout. The sets are gloomy if sometimes too obvious--Ben decides to live in a nearly abandoned former mental hospital, for example. And the background crime which pins together the various facts, the death of a beloved and lovely celebrity, leads to the usual hardboiled detective (Brit style) and to newspaper clippings and flashbacks and glimpses on crude surveillance monitors.

If you are curious about the approach, check it out. I think the first twenty minutes gives a great idea of the whole movie. It just isn't smartly made or cleverly written, and this kind of card game with possible realities, which the viewer is made to play as much as Ben, requires smartness and cleverness, for sure.

Ben may actually be insane, may actually have murdered the person we are led to believe he did, and may actually belong in the institution he is shown, or not shown, inhabiting. Yes, it's willfully confusing. He wrestles with where he lives, where he walks. He wonders about the darks stairs leading to the gloomy underground rooms. The camera whirls or blurs, many times, almost as if they run out of motivation and need to switch to a camera effect right when maybe, through some actual writing and thinking, we could piece together some of the implied complexity (the way they do in, say, "Memento"). In the end, we are given the police investigator giving it all a knowing eye.

Besides the faltering writing, there are secondary actors who are not at their best (and whose best isn't always inspired, at that). For one, Mena Suvari, who I know from "American Beauty" in a kind of odd role where her blankness works well, is just far to lifeless and wooden to make her mysterious presence across the hall either scary or provocative. And so, heads up on this one. It's not what it seems, or could have been.