Showing posts with label Domhnall Gleeson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Domhnall Gleeson. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 30, 2026

Tunnel of Love

Bucking Fastard (2026) - Herzog Bucking Fastard_NYFF64_01 What starts out as an oddball courtroom drama quickly morphs into something entirely different, then changes course again in the most unexpected way, Bucking Fastard, a new narrative film by legendary 84-year-old filmmaker, Werner Herzog, provides us with surprises at every turn.

The Holbrooke sisters, Jean (Kate Mara) and Joan (Rooney Mara), with matching outfits, are seated in a courtroom, speaking in unison. They are accused of stalking and being violent toward their hunky limo driver neighbor Mulroney (Orlando Bloom), whom the sisters have been obsessing over, ever since they laid their eyes on him at a local church they attend. He is the love of their lives.

For Mulroney, the Holbrookes were just some birds to fool around with, while preparing to marry Gwen, his fiancée. But once the sisters found out about Gwen, it's scorched-earth time, breaking the windshield of his limo, breaking and entering, constant physical and verbal harassment, and even arson, while maintaining their devotion and love reserved for Mulroney. The judge has had enough of their nonsense and places a restraining order against the sisters. But nothing, not even the law, will stop them from loving him.

After the sisters start a fire in the mail box, in the hopes of burning love letters that supposedly Gwen and Mulroney exchange, an old neighbor takes pity on them and helps them relocate to another town, far away from Mulroney, into an apartment that he owns, in an industrial part of the town overlooking the harbor. The old man, fearing for their safety in a world full of wolves, instructs them not to open the door for anyone, other than himself and kind-hearted social worker Timothy (Domhnall Gleeson). Timothy helps them to settle into their new environment, showing them how to shop and where to place furniture around the house, because the Holbrookes are like children, not accustomed to the ways of the world.

But not long after we settle down in the new town with the sisters, things change again, as they are invited to stay with their aunt in the countryside. She has a farm at the foot of a mountain with large caves on the top of the hillside. This setting provides an awe-inspiring, truly Herzogian landscape from the cave looking down the valley. As the sisters explore the empty cave, they are told by an old sheep herder about the legend of a cave digger who finds a new world on the other side.

With chisels, wheel barrows and workgloves, the sisters start obsessively chipping away at he cave walls, digging a tunnel, day and night, refusing to eat, even. Months have gone by and they are tired and tempers flare. Is it all worth it? The point is not about the tunnel, but the process. They tell themselves. They are about to give up digging, until....

Bucking Fastard is a story about obsession and if you are familiar with Herzog's filmography, the man knows a few things about obsessive characters: Dragging a boat over a mountain in Fitzcarraldo; a man's destructive quest for El Dorado in Aguirre, Wrath of God; and a man who dedicates himself to preserving wild bears in Alaska even if it means risking his life, in Grizzly Man, just to name a few. The Holbrooke sisters, first latching on to a man they deem as worthy of their love and affection, then digging a hole inside a cave to find a world where they can belong, certainly fit the description of obsessive characters.

The Mara sisters, working together for the first time, are perfectly in tune with being one person in two bodies, and are marvelous as the Holbrookes. And they seem to be having an absolute blast. They get to blurt out such Herzogian lines as, "Everyone needs to dig a hole through the mountains!" They embody the characters who are both innocent yet extremely mischievous in their actions.

The film immediately reminded me of Jean-Pierre Gorin's fascinating documentary Poto and Cabengo, about the twin sisters, raised in isolation, who developed their own language- a truly Herzogian documentary about the girls creating their own world. The grown up sisters not knowing the way of the world also reminded me of Herzog's Enigma of Kaspar Hauser, starring Bruno S., about a boy who was brought up in a confined room, without knowing the outside world. When Hauser was finally released, he saw the world with such innocent and pure eyes, and possessed childlike, yet otherworldly wisdom. And the last third of the movie resembles The Cave of Forgotten Dreams, Herzog's documentary exploration of the Chauvet cave that had never been seen by human eye before, and his contemplation on 36,000 year old gorgeous cave paintings left in there by our ancestors.

Dedicated to the late David Lynch, Bucking Fastard isn’t exactly Lynchian. It might be Lynchian in a way My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done was, vibe-wise. But Bucking Fastard is all Herzog. It is full of absurdly amusing moments - there's a forklift operator who has hots for the sisters, and doesn't mind giving them a lift on his forklift to their door. Then there is a warehouse owner who peeps on the sisters through the windows from the rooftop across the building. So the sisters grease the roof. It also features a fox which the sisters rescue from the hunters, reminding you of the scene from Grizzly Man with Timothy Treadwell and his fox friends. The fox plays a pivotal role later on in the film as well.

Extremely funny, whimsical and full of surprises at every turn, Herzog, delving into narrative filmmaking for the first time in more than a decade, creates a fairytale for adults that only he can conjure up. It’s wondrous and constantly surprising, a real cinematic pleasure.

Sunday, January 17, 2016

Back from the Dead

The Revenant (2015) - Iñárritu
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In the tradition of ambitious, bravura, excessive filmmaking, Alejandro G. Iñárritu goes there with The Revenant and achieves Apocalypse Now and Fitzcarraldo worthy greatness. It's an unsentimental, relentlessly brutal, macho filmmaking that will undoubtedly turn a lot of viewers off. But I loved it. It concerns fur trapper/guide Glass (Leonardo DiCaprio) leading a cavalry of men in felt business to safety through the snowy and hostile western territory in 1800s. Because Glass has a half-breed, teenage Pawnee Indian son named Hawk and the group reeling after a vicious large scale Indian attack, the tension rises among the crew, especially from Fitzerald (Tom Hardy) an unsavory character who'd fuck over anyone standing in his way and his share of the profit. After the horrendous bear attack that leaves Glass almost dead, the captain of the cavalry (Domhnal Gleeson) orders (with the promise of large rewards) Fitzerald and young Bridger (Will Poulter) to care for Glass and Hawk and give Glass a proper Christian burial when the time comes, and leaves them behind to catch up later.

For the next two hours, The Revenant becomes a harrowing tale of survival and a revenge story. It's an amazing feat for DiCaprio, finally shedding all remnants of youth for the first time in my eyes, crawls the snowy earth, then dove right into the freezing roiling water, eats raw meat and fish, trek and climb the snowy Rockies with his bare hands. He is a live-action Wiley Coyote - he gets mauled, buried alive, almost drowned, thrown off the cliff, and so on and so on. He even uses a dead horse as a shelter, Empire Strikes Back style. Tom Hardy is perfect as a villain with his shifty gaze and mumbling.

Emmanuel Lubezki's only natural lit cinematography doesn't really chart anything new here, but the look and feel of The Revenant is polar opposite from Malick's The New World. And I am very glad that I decided to see the film in theaters. There are some blissfully beautiful shots in Glass's flashbacks/dreams of his dead Indian wife floating over him, but most of the time, the film is all dirt, mud, snot, wet felt and blood. And in its own way, it's spectacularly beautiful.

Monday, August 18, 2014

Head Trick

Frank (2014) - Abrahamson
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Jon (Domhnall Gleeson) really wants to be a musician. He composes music in his head day in and day out during the commute, at work, on the streets, at home. After witnessing a suicide attempt of a man who happens to be a keyboardist in a band, Soronprfbs, he is scooped up as the replacement by the group's eccentric lead singer, Frank (Michael Fassbender). Jon is told that Frank never takes off that big papier mache on his head and nobody has seen his real face, not even Clara (Maggie Gyllenhaal, in her possibly the best role), the band's theremin player who worships him and detests Jon's presence. The group retreats to a remote mountain cabin to record their album. Frank is a musical genius and his methods are truly eccentric. They spend a long time to prepare themselves before recording the album. Jon even spends all of his 'nest egg' to provide the group's food and lodging. Everyone believes in Frank and what they are doing is great. Jon, in the meantime, with twitter and youtube, records his dealings in the band like crazy, accumulating a huge following on the internet. But when he announces that they are going to play SXSW Music Fest, everyone's extremely skeptical, except for Frank, who is sold on the idea of having their music listened by more people. So they go to Texas and everything falls apart. As everyone predicted (except for Frank), Jon turns out to be and unbeknownst to himself, a combination of Salieri and Yoko Ono.

So how to describe Frank the movie? Is it a take on eccentric musical genius, the downside of stardom, selling out, childhood trauma, jealousy, hollowness of hipster scene, desire to be loved? By the end, Frank is not about anything. Definitely not about music. But is it not funny? Tons. Fun to see Fassbender in papier mache? Oh yeah. It's a great, unique, silly comedy.