It's not often you see a film that, when it ends, has you wondering why there are tears in your eyes: is it because it's such masterful filmmaking that it provokes an emotional response? Or that the themes of loss (of love) and regret, ageing and death are so powerful? It's also enthralling and horrific (a true shallow sea blue horror movie at heart) and daring too: the children here grow old but remain childish. They play sandcastles at 50, and lose virginity in their late teens having only just that morning been barely in double figures.
It's not a sleazy film though. The normality within the extreme weirdness and vice versa never feels forced or exploited: in a weird real world right now, we know how to handle crazy!
I think, in retrospect, I felt emotional at the end of this film (as the blisteringly cool and beautifully designed surge of end credits jumped out at an audience who barely moved and sat quite still until the music died) because creative, joyously wild filmmaking like this is something to be embraced, and welcomed back to our daily lives: the wilderness year is officially over!
M. Night Shyamalan's Old, is based on the graphic novel Sandcastle (a better title if I had to gripe) by Pierre Oscar Lévy. The film was made at the heart of Covid's limitations and the director has said it became something of a meditation on fear of sickness, death and entrapment. They genuinely had to get through each filming day safely. Really though, it's just a beautifully lit, filmed, acted, scripted triumph of visual ferocity. Soundtrack and cinematography are mesmeric, warm: the skin is glistening, the waves crash against rock in sprays of majestic anger or placid silence and you will believe that YOU are on that beach with these doomed, voyagers of the damned.
The sea and the shore and the caves are inviting and enticing, but equally places of uncertainty and threat. Which is as it should be. Nature here is the heroic one only, abused by those in positions of power. Like a wild animal, it can't be caged up. Not even in lockdown.
It's a terrifying and horrific film to experience; bursting with love, personal redemption and acceptance of the past: of an affair and forgiveness (a loss of love is at the centre of this story, along with losses of innocence, youth and normality). It's a film of sundrenched beauty - and of hideous wounding and decay. It's also about healing: physical and emotional.
Cinema is a good place for films like this.
It's not a sleazy film though. The normality within the extreme weirdness and vice versa never feels forced or exploited: in a weird real world right now, we know how to handle crazy!
I think, in retrospect, I felt emotional at the end of this film (as the blisteringly cool and beautifully designed surge of end credits jumped out at an audience who barely moved and sat quite still until the music died) because creative, joyously wild filmmaking like this is something to be embraced, and welcomed back to our daily lives: the wilderness year is officially over!
M. Night Shyamalan's Old, is based on the graphic novel Sandcastle (a better title if I had to gripe) by Pierre Oscar Lévy. The film was made at the heart of Covid's limitations and the director has said it became something of a meditation on fear of sickness, death and entrapment. They genuinely had to get through each filming day safely. Really though, it's just a beautifully lit, filmed, acted, scripted triumph of visual ferocity. Soundtrack and cinematography are mesmeric, warm: the skin is glistening, the waves crash against rock in sprays of majestic anger or placid silence and you will believe that YOU are on that beach with these doomed, voyagers of the damned.
The sea and the shore and the caves are inviting and enticing, but equally places of uncertainty and threat. Which is as it should be. Nature here is the heroic one only, abused by those in positions of power. Like a wild animal, it can't be caged up. Not even in lockdown.
It's a terrifying and horrific film to experience; bursting with love, personal redemption and acceptance of the past: of an affair and forgiveness (a loss of love is at the centre of this story, along with losses of innocence, youth and normality). It's a film of sundrenched beauty - and of hideous wounding and decay. It's also about healing: physical and emotional.
Cinema is a good place for films like this.
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