I’ve been sick and mopey the last few days so I didn’t really get a chance to write my 2013 New Year’s resolutions, but one of them is to be better about writing about every movie I see (I did not do a great job in 2012). The last movie I saw in 2012 was Les Miserables, and I want to report that it made me cry in the theatre like no other movie in maybe a really long time.
I’m not that much of a stage musical buff, but I did go through a Les Mis period, like everyone, so I had a lot of expectations about the movie. I’m not totally sure about the whole live-singing, intimate-staging tack that Hooper decided to take. Les Mis (especially the musical version) is not a realistic story, it’s kind of a nutso sentimental religious story that dramatizes complicated things is really overly simplistic ways. Like the scene where Fantine gets drummed out of the factory, there’s nothing “realistic” about the ladies ganging up on her or her gross supervisor who just wants to bone her, no one would actually say this stuff, but you can see that kind of thing happening more quietly. You can tell it’s melodrama because everyone sings what they’re feeling all the time. So you kind of want the style to match, to be equally gaudy and overblown. It’s really hard to make this kind of thing “gritty” effectively. I have to agree with the prevailing view that the “I Dreamed A Dream” scene was kind of the best-case scenario for Hooper’s approach. Ann Hathaway’s not the greatest singer, but she’s good enough, and the scene is well-acted enough that it manages to be just devastating. At some points she looks kind of like Maria Falconetti in Dreyer’s Joan of Arc - hair shorn, trapped in these tight close-ups, tormented by off-camera demons. I didn’t just do the elegant movie theatre cry - the dab away a few silent tears cry - I was audibly weeping, to the point that Alex noticed and kind of patted my hand, at which point I kind of started laughing with embarrassment. I’m a pretty soppy, but I still kind of want to disown that kind of emotional display, even with someone I’m super-comfortable with. Anyway, what more can I ask for from a melodrama?
It wasn’t a great film-as-a-film though. I wanted some places to be more musical theatre, I wanted there to be more big sweep, fewer closeups, more spinning cameras. Samantha Barks’ performance as Eponine already had so many more musical theatre mannerisms, there’s no reason not to just go all the way to big with it.
(Also I’m not talking about Russell Crowe. I kind of felt bad for him, he’s not the worst singer in a bar band kind of way but he was just completely out of his depth. Alex hadn’t heard the soundtrack in a while and actually thought “Stars” was a new song, it was so unrecognizable.)






![Notes on Cabin in the Woods [includes spoilers]
- I’m in a really Joss place right now. I’ve been watching Buffy reruns and this got me watching Angel on Netflix. I get that Joss can be annoying (valid critiques usually involving smugness + “Funny Games for fanboys”), but I find his whole brand of playful genre exercises + feelings + making ideas that are usually metaphors into the story central enough to my own aesthetics that my critical faculties are basically disarmed in the face of Joss-ness.
- But I still kind of feel like there’s something vaguely embarrassing about my Joss love. I don’t know if I’m doing some kind of commodity fetishism here or if I feel embarrassed because it’s actually great, but I do feel like I need to acknowledge that along with my love.
- The best thing about Cabin in the Woods is the way it slowly reveals its central metaphor, the horror movie as ritual sacrifice. I think it’s made pretty clear long before Sigourney Weaver (final girl extraordinaire) comes along to explain it.
- I like how the cabin-in-the-woods characters have to be drugged and manipulated into acting like the characters from a horror movie.
- The part where the girl makes out with the wolf. The part where the girl makes out with the wolf. I want to see a whole movie that felt like that.
- I like how the good/evil status of the control room staff is unclear. At first it seems like they’re really nonchalant bad guys. But then, slowly, their spectatorship starts to look really familiar, and it does become clear that they have their reasons for doing this. They need to make this sacrifice to keep the demons at bay.
- This is why it’s kind of hard to watch them die, because they’re us, really. They start out snarky, but by the end they kind of find themselves rooting for the last girl alive.
- But on the “Funny Games for fanboys” tip, for someone as historically invested in the horror genre as he is, Joss has a history of this kind of thing outside filmmaking. Remember when everyone was really mad about Captivity, a completely mediocre entry in the post-Saw ”torture porn” generic cycle? Joss wrote a blog post comparing it (based a trailer) to a video of an actual girl getting stoned to death. I can’t even. I mean, I’m glad he’s in favour of women not getting murdered for being women, but I think it’s probably important to make a distinction between a real, horrible, awful thing that happened and a made up thing that is supposed to make people uncomfortable sd its primary function. (I watched Captivity for a paper and it’s really not defensible, but there’s the symptom and there’s the disease, and while I can understand that the symptom is upsetting to people I feel like stamping out the symptom is going to fuck-all to cure the disease, but that’s just me.)
- Anyway, if Cabin in the Woods is supposed to make me feel bad for liking movie violence, it did a pretty bad job of it, what with some of the best scenes involving hilarious movie violence. (The motorcycle jumping the gorge and crashing into the forcefield and the killer unicorn.)
- I think it succeeds as a horror comedy - and in the fact that it disrupts the rules just enough that I legitimately had no idea how it was going to end.
- But I do think it could have done that and been more scary.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2ykbwPyAp1qz82t0o1_1280.jpg)