jwest491
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The acting is OK. No stand-out performances, but none too terrible. The twists and character arcs are predictable.
Instead of focusing on the effects of civil war, it's a run-of-the-mill turf war that borders on racist stereotypes of gang communities. There's an election too, although the candidates are all violent kingpins preaching about unity while murdering dissidents, so it's difficult to really care.
Tonally it's a mess. In one scene the DMZ is portrayed as ruins torn apart by a decade of war, and in a subsequent scene you have vivid yellow colour grading and twenty-somethings barbecuing and drinking out of mason jars like it's Glastonbury festival. Everyone is clean, well-dressed, and happy. I really admire the costume design, but it's more suited to a catwalk than a war zone.
There's a very tone-deaf moment early on where Ortega is smiling in a happy hipster marketplace, chuckling over "people at their worst" - as if civil war isn't so bad as long as you can drink home brew at the vintage fair. Ten seconds later we're in a clinic watching a teen cough blood.
The cinematography is all over the place. A particularly heavy-handed shot is filmed upside down, because "Ortega's world has been turned upside down" and the only way to show this was by making viewers stand on their heads. The words "I don't want to be reminded" are scribbled on the wall of her old apartment building. My, how symbolic. Several close-up shots of a character's hands, and dialogue is repeated just in case you didn't realise it was important the first three times.
There's an almost comical over-reliance on lens flares, shaky-cam, and focus pulls. Action scenes are a blurry, jumpy mess of dutch angles. Each line of dialogue has its own shot, sometimes two. There's never more than a few seconds to focus on a character's emotions or reactions before cutting away.
And of course, there are plenty of inaccuracies and continuity errors. Little things like wounds requiring major surgery are miraculously healed with just some stitches and kind words. Dates on ID badges, Ortega's son's height chart, in dialogue and in promotional material don't quite add up. A gubernatorial election is held, glossing over issues like which federal union the governor belongs to. It just feels lazy.
Because, you know, there's a civil war. Apparently that's supposed to affect things.
Instead of focusing on the effects of civil war, it's a run-of-the-mill turf war that borders on racist stereotypes of gang communities. There's an election too, although the candidates are all violent kingpins preaching about unity while murdering dissidents, so it's difficult to really care.
Tonally it's a mess. In one scene the DMZ is portrayed as ruins torn apart by a decade of war, and in a subsequent scene you have vivid yellow colour grading and twenty-somethings barbecuing and drinking out of mason jars like it's Glastonbury festival. Everyone is clean, well-dressed, and happy. I really admire the costume design, but it's more suited to a catwalk than a war zone.
There's a very tone-deaf moment early on where Ortega is smiling in a happy hipster marketplace, chuckling over "people at their worst" - as if civil war isn't so bad as long as you can drink home brew at the vintage fair. Ten seconds later we're in a clinic watching a teen cough blood.
The cinematography is all over the place. A particularly heavy-handed shot is filmed upside down, because "Ortega's world has been turned upside down" and the only way to show this was by making viewers stand on their heads. The words "I don't want to be reminded" are scribbled on the wall of her old apartment building. My, how symbolic. Several close-up shots of a character's hands, and dialogue is repeated just in case you didn't realise it was important the first three times.
There's an almost comical over-reliance on lens flares, shaky-cam, and focus pulls. Action scenes are a blurry, jumpy mess of dutch angles. Each line of dialogue has its own shot, sometimes two. There's never more than a few seconds to focus on a character's emotions or reactions before cutting away.
And of course, there are plenty of inaccuracies and continuity errors. Little things like wounds requiring major surgery are miraculously healed with just some stitches and kind words. Dates on ID badges, Ortega's son's height chart, in dialogue and in promotional material don't quite add up. A gubernatorial election is held, glossing over issues like which federal union the governor belongs to. It just feels lazy.
Because, you know, there's a civil war. Apparently that's supposed to affect things.
The film's premise is certainly interesting: a multi-period exploration of the transition to modern medicine, the interplay between scientism and Western esotericism, and the subsequent change in doctor-patient dynamics.
Dance lends his usual gravelly tones, Korovkin is terrifying, and Dychauk's performance is heartbreaking, yet all are shackled by Hintermann's clunky dialogue. Gudnason and Verbeek's talents are sadly wasted on underdeveloped characters.
Indeed, it's the script that fails the actors. The dialogue is so disjointed it feels like a good deal was left on the cutting-room floor, and what remains is devoid of any poetry. The characters are one-dimensional receptacles for Hintermann's reductive ideas, either passionately romantic or coldly clinical, but never complex. It ruins what would otherwise be a very touching story.
Hintermann has chosen to approach symbolism with all but the kitchen sink. Visually interesting as individual set pieces, the continuous lack of subtlety climaxes as Verbeek bursts into a 90-second musical number before swooning into Gudnason's arms with all the grace of Fanny Squeers. The next thirty minutes is a fever dream of dynamic shots and ever-changing Dutch angles more suited to a noughties flick than a sombre period piece. Many static shots are filmed on a shaky Steadicam (oxymoron intended) and occasionally the audio dubbing is visibly out of sync.
That said, Tufano's costume design is breathtaking, the set design is gorgeous, the music and foley superb. The film's more artistic shots are beautifully composed. I appreciate the film for what it tried to be and look forward to Hintermann's next project - but this is a diamond in the very, very rough.
Dance lends his usual gravelly tones, Korovkin is terrifying, and Dychauk's performance is heartbreaking, yet all are shackled by Hintermann's clunky dialogue. Gudnason and Verbeek's talents are sadly wasted on underdeveloped characters.
Indeed, it's the script that fails the actors. The dialogue is so disjointed it feels like a good deal was left on the cutting-room floor, and what remains is devoid of any poetry. The characters are one-dimensional receptacles for Hintermann's reductive ideas, either passionately romantic or coldly clinical, but never complex. It ruins what would otherwise be a very touching story.
Hintermann has chosen to approach symbolism with all but the kitchen sink. Visually interesting as individual set pieces, the continuous lack of subtlety climaxes as Verbeek bursts into a 90-second musical number before swooning into Gudnason's arms with all the grace of Fanny Squeers. The next thirty minutes is a fever dream of dynamic shots and ever-changing Dutch angles more suited to a noughties flick than a sombre period piece. Many static shots are filmed on a shaky Steadicam (oxymoron intended) and occasionally the audio dubbing is visibly out of sync.
That said, Tufano's costume design is breathtaking, the set design is gorgeous, the music and foley superb. The film's more artistic shots are beautifully composed. I appreciate the film for what it tried to be and look forward to Hintermann's next project - but this is a diamond in the very, very rough.