The End

Following a vaguely explained apocalypse, a married couple, their adult son and a tiny handful of servants have established a luxurious home in a salt mine, deliberately oblivious to whatever is happening in the world above. Under the controlling leadership of the patriarch (Michael Shannon) and his fearful wife (Tilda Swinton), they lead a comfortable existence. However, there are a multitude of relationship strains, past sins and guilt bubbling just below the surface. These all explode out into the open when a young woman somehow manages to find her way down into the mine. Her presence upsets the uneasy status quo that has sustained the sheltered "family" who have known no one but each other for at least two decades.

Much of the overlong film consists of monologues and the aftermaths as each character's house of lies is rawly exposed. While the stories and interpersonal tensions could be interesting, it's much too talky (maybe a better word is too verbal, since some of the monologues and conversations are sung, as if in a musical theater). Not much else happens, nor is the origin and sustainability of this outpost ever really explained - where does all the food and power come from? How did they acquire some of the world's great artwork to display on the walls of their elaborately furnished drawing rooms.

And why, oh why, did they bother with the musical numbers? If nothing else, they added to the film's excessive length. Tilda Swinton is a great actress, but she can't sing. Michael Shannon isn't much better at it. And neither makes any real effort to lip sync; though George MacCay as the son and Moses Ingram as the young woman do a decent job with the music.

In the end, it never really comes together well enough to fully explain who these people are and why they are the way they are. The film is visually stunning and expertly produced, but it's cold and unfulfilling - just as its characters are.

Ps. The streaming series Silo covers some of the same post-apocalypse territory, but does a far better job of portraying its underground isolation as a complete environment and society.

Satire in a bunker and Singing musical? Okay I'm puzzled but intrigued. Nice environmental background (scenery).

At least one or two good actors (especially Tilda Swindon) however they all impersonate caricatures of snobs, helpers, working class...

It's not a sci fi. There is no back story, no depth, no reasoning and for some reason one didn't seem to even miss a meal after barely surviving something outside even if she sings well.

Without spoiling anything, in 3 hours you can expect something like theater with singing and discovering back stories that you probably could have written yourself for someone you hated (especially if you think the global warming should be purely blamed on a few rich people).

The end is maybe the best part of this movie.

I don't think I had been equally excited for a film as I was nervous in a long time. Oppenheimer's feature debut was bound to be an uncompromising and singular vision, but I truly haven't seen anything like it. Clearly they have no idea how to market this film because neon is supposed to be releasing this limited in December and there's still no poster or trailer. I digress, but this film truly had me perked up throughout most of its runtime. Technically, this film has the sauce. Really interesting and detailed environment, cinematography and the use of lighting are also critical and work to contextualize scenes. The weak links are in the story and the music. While I don't think the golden age-style musical is necessary a gimmick, I don't think it's as fully realized or utilized as well as they'd hoped. I'd say for at least half the songs I was engaged but they all sound so similar. Aside from the moments where it feels like the visuals are meant to coincide with what's happening, it's just people walking around talk-singing how they feel. And it's a very thematically-loose film too, kind of has its eggs in too many baskets, without properly divulging into anything. When it's not scratching the surface of something profound, it can often feel trite. With all that being said, I really liked this movie. It's not for everyone and the dude next to me was so obviously bored, along with my girlfriend who said she'd probably never watch it again but liked it enough. You can't put it in a box and there's nothing like it which I think should merit a watch. While it's not looking to satisfy any lingering questions you might have, or any larger questions at that, it's begging something of you and asking, "are we too far gone, or guilty, to recover from our past?"

The Best of the Best Musical movie One of my all time favourite documentary films is Joshua Oppenheimer's The Act of Killing: an experiment where the director (and co-filmmaker Christine Cynn, along an anonymous Indonesian director) traveled to Indonesia to not just interview monsters who partook in the mass killings of 1965 and 1966, but allow them to tell their story through cinema. In fact, these genocidal men were granted the opportunity to use a number of classic film genres and movements, from your typical crime and gangster flick, to a Golden Age Hollywood musical. That second example leads us to Oppenheimer's first narrative feature film, The End, but before we get ahead of ourselves, I want to circle back to why this experience worked in The Act of Killing: this documentary provided us with angles of hatred and occasional guilt that we've never seen in a film before. No one who is evil knows that they are. They believe that they are part of the greater good. This is how monstrosities work in reality, and not the phoned-in drive to be sinful that stories teach us. By the end of The Act of Killing, there's no turning back, either for the unchanged, terrible murderers of countless lives, or for the one lone person who fights back vomiting because he finally realizes the atrocities of his ways.

This film won't be for everyone and plays like a theatre musical.

The cinematography however is quite beautiful and the tale a poignant one.

Set in a fancy bunker after a disaster with very few survivors a wealthy family and friends gets on with living life in ignorant bliss.

One day a stranger appears from outside who leaves them with more questions than answers who stirs up emotions.

Its a simple telling of the human condition and however create our own reality and bubbles to help hide or mask our deepest fears and worries.

Its a slow burn that peels away layers and gradually gives you clues into each characters background and personality. There is am eerie feel to the atmosphere which is suddenly lifted into a sweet musical stage show which is both unnerving and uplifting.

The songs are not huge dramatic musical numbers but more emotional story telling that give you an insight into what is really going on in these peoples heads.

7/10 very well done.