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Week of August 29, 2014
Twins are nature’s redundancy. First up…
The Double
The reason people don’t recognize their doppelganger is
because they suffer from body dysmorphic disorder.
Thankfully the duplicated office drone in this dark comedy
can distinguish his double.
Simon (Jesse Eisenberg) is a milksop who one day discovers
that the new hire at his work, James (Jesse Eisenberg), is a cocksure copy of
himself.
Outshining him in front of their boss (Wallace Shawn) and
out charming him around his neighbour (Mia Wasikowska), Simon soon feels as
though he is being usurped and fazed out by James.
Spiraling out of control Simon must take drastic actions if
he wants to keep his girl and his sanity.
A dimly lit phantasmagoria of Kafkaesque strangeness and
Lychian surrealism, this adaptation of Dostoyevsky’s short story maybe morose
and befuddling, but its gallows humor and ambition performances help balance
out the ambiguity.
Incidentally, having a twin means only having to run half of
a marathon. Yellow Light
The Quiet Ones
The key to conjuring up a spirit is pretending that your
flashlight is the way to heaven.
However the scholars in this horror movie have more
torturous techniques in mind.
In a secluded English manor, Prof. Coupland (Jared Harris),
his cameraman (Sam Claflin) and his two assistants (Erin Richards, Rory
Fleck-Byrne) conduct experiments on Jane (Olivia Cooke), an imprisoned patient
believed to be possessed.
Attempting to disprove the existence of ghosts, Coupland and
his crew must now cope with the evil entity that Jane has manifested through
the house’s dark history.
Inspired by a real-life Canadian experiment carried out in
the seventies, this latest entry in the revived Hammer Horror franchise is its
weakest yet.
An aimless exorcist retread with forced frights and
unlikable characters, The Quiet Ones is as insubstantial its the ectoplasmic
subject matter.
Besides, the only ghosts interested in being caught on
camera are dead reality stars. Red Light
***The Riel World***
My Winnipeg
When holding a mirror up to your hometown it’s important to
do it from far, far away.
The raconteur of this mockumentary, however, cannot escape
his birthplace.
Guy Maddin (Darcy Fehr) hopes recounting his childhood in
Winnipeg will free him from its magnetic pull.
From the underground confluence beneath the Forks, to the
secondary roadways running through the back lanes of the West End, the narrator
(Guy Maddin) draws comparisons to his overbearing mother (Ann Savage).
His revelry for séance’s at the Legislative building and
roaming sleepwalkers is revealed only by his dismay over losing the local
hockey team, and the herd of racehorses frozen in the Red River.
Sometimes factual, most often fictional, surrealist
filmmaker Guy Madden forgoes the snowscape stereotype, instead using his
abstract black and white style to enhance the city’s inexplicable allure.
Incidentally that murky quality to the cityscape is a result
of fogging for mosquitoes.
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