The first and third features from English filmmaker J Blakeson, who most certainly has a partiality for dark and queer characters. TDoAC is a three-person hostage thriller shot on a shoestring, in the mode of William Wyler’s THE COLLECTOR (1965), only more ascetic and messier.
The titular Alice Creed (Arterton) is a rich daddy’s girl, who is kidnapped by two ex-convicts Danny (Compston) and Vic (Marsan), things would go peachy for everyone had it not been the fact that Danny is Alice’s ex-boyfriend, and once this cardinal information is divulged, the whole shebang veers to murkier waters as viewers cannot ascertain who among the three would be the victor, each one seems to an unknown quantity.
The craft on show is adroit, the opening wordless sequences are neat and bracing shot and edited, they smooth the way for audience to gear up for what it is coming - a typical hostage situation set in a single, drab location, where a voluptuous Arterton has to undergo some roughhousing, being gagged, tied, undressed (the usual suspects of S&M fantasy), redressed, and later choked and slapped, but most humiliating of it all, urinating to a bedpan in front of two masked kidnappers.
Well, Blakeson does not actually go to extremes on the path to a torture porn, instead he manipulates various plot twists in a canny way that each time, when a character achieves some sort leverage, the table will be turned in a trice. Also, the fluidity of sexuality plays a major part in the double-cross/counter-double-cross gamesmanship, can sweet nothings soften the gun barrel pointing at your face? Twice out of three you might not luck out.
The long and short of it, TDoAC is an absorbing debut feature mines brilliantly into its meager resource and the outstanding performances from its three players. Can a cowing Eddie Marsan transform himself into a meek lover? You must see for yourself; whereas Martin Compston portrays Danny’s bisexual oscillation with adequacy and Arterton goes for broke in her birthday suit, when all is said and done, countering to what its title alludes to, “disappearance” could be a blessing in disguise.
However, in I CARE A LOT, a Rosamund Pike’s feminist vehicle, Blakeson’s irony and sarcasm goes pitch black. Pike plays a ruthless con woman Marla Grayson, who operates a company legally acquiring the guardianship of elderly people through a duplicitous scheme (often assisted by unscrupulous doctors and inane judges), so their assets are completely at her disposal (though on the face of it, the juridical procedures feel rather facile).
Her gravy train hits a snag when she milks a wrong cow, Jennifer Peterson (a nonplussed then fuming Wiest is always a corker), the apparently perfect candidate, affluent, childless, all alone in the world, actually has a formable friend at court, the Russian mafia boss Roman Lunyov (Dinklage). So when the gloves are off, it is Marla and her girlfriend Fran (González) versus the murderous gangsters, do they have a chance? Or, shall we care?
The answer is yes and no, the ineptitude of Roman’s riffraff is astonishingly shocking (what can you say? they botch not one but two cases of snuffing a defenseless, unconscious woman!), and Marla is depicted as an amoral overachiever, a stony-faced ballbuster, a totally unregenerate bitch (not a scintilla of remorse can be traced on her face), ergo, that really puts audience off from empathizing with her, save for the pungent disgust towards the American Dream she is spoiling for.
If its paint-by-number predator/prey dichotomy sounds trite, its David and Goliath tale seems incredulous and oversimplified, what saves I CARE A LOT from heading to the abyss is Pike. Tricked out in fetching attire and unflappable towards any threats shot at her from the other sex, her Marla is “Amazing Amy” with a vengeance and irrefragably batting for the other team (her affection for Fran is genuine, a viewer might second-guess Marla’s unspecified backstory, how her reprehensible carapace could be the outgrowth of the malefic influence inflicted by the world at large, and Fran’s female warmth becomes her only safe haven). Even in the absence of cordial redeeming feats, it is still riveting to watch Pike’s Marla in action, her fearlessness is both scary and inspiring, you hate her guts but also crave for her guts (or maybe just a part of) ambivalence is here to stay.
At last, Blakeson plumps for poetic justice to put paid to Marla’s unstoppable ascension (can it be construed as a veiled pro-gun testimony? In the United States, the only way for a poor, miserable guy to seek justice from a powerful woman is to use anti-personnel weaponry, how reassuring!), but it feels bathetic, unlike Martin Scorsese’s THE WOLF OF WALL STREET (2013), Blakeson doesn’t know how to dream up a proper coda for a repulsive character, he settles for the safest exit strategy, since everything in I CARE A LOT is Manichaean.
Elsewhere, a debonair Messina lights up the screen as an unethical, soigné lawyer who tries and fails to railroad Marla into dancing to his tunes; Dinklage is always an atypical screen magnet, here his surly temperament is a good match with Pike’s posh sharpness. From TDoAC to I CARE A LOT, the production design goes from drab to hip, Marc Canham’s hypnotic electronic buzz swells and intensifies, but Blakeson’s script and imagination seems to be impeded by a bigger scale and more handsome budget, is it the downside of the money monster?
referential entries: William Wyler’s THE COLLECTOR (1965, 8.0/10); Martin Scorsese’s THE WOLF OF WALL STREET (2013, 8.0/10).
Title: The Disappearance of Alice Creed
Year: 2009
Country: UK
Language: English
Genre: Crime, Thriller
Director/Screenwriter: J Blakeson
Music: Marc Canham
Cinematography: Philipp Blaubach
Editing: Mark Eckersley
Cast:
Gemma Arterton
Martin Compston
Eddie Marsan
Rating: 6.9/10
Title: I Care a Lot
Year: 2020
Country: USA, UK
Language: English
Genre: Comedy, Crime, Thriller
Director/Screenwriter: J Blakeson
Music: Marc Canham
Cinematography: Doug Emmett
Editing: Mark Eckersley
Cast:
Rosamund Pike
Peter Dinklage
Eiza González
Dianne Wiest
Chris Messina
Isiah Whitlock Jr.
Damian Young
Nicholas Logan
Alicia Witt
Macon Blair
Celeste Oliva
Rating: 6.4/10
台词讲究,没有废话。
人物性格鲜明,但都很现实。
爱丽丝前男友丹尼和狱中新结实男友维奇,在爱丽丝毫不知情下绑架了她,因为她的有钱爸爸。
有意思的是,反转并不在丹尼计划之内,爱丽丝挣脱后,被枪口所指的丹尼不得不拉拢前女友,说服她扮演人质。
爱丽丝也不是傻白甜,在一次体液交流后,顺利拿到电话报警。却被维奇发现(此处有些生硬),无奈之下也撒了一个谎,丹尼只是利用维奇。
维奇先发制人,丹尼虽中一枪却侥幸逃脱,维奇最终死在丹尼枪下。
临死之即,维奇将手铐钥匙给了爱丽丝,逃出的爱丽丝找到了路边轿车内做着美梦死去的丹尼(流血过多)。
爱丽丝则在痛哭一场后,拿着钱失踪了。
所以,在绑架这种高危、高紧张状态下,缺乏信任实在可怕。
人性的趋利,不考虑别人损失,很容易造成冲突。
总共就三人出场 却将人物之间互相猜疑背叛欺骗的关系刻画得极度精细 包括监禁 捆绑 排泄 施暴 虐待 同性恋 枪杀等等要素 绑架只是个幌子 精彩部分在裸体的丹尼举枪用脚摁住旧情人的脖颈 以及最后的搏命戏码等等 唯一遗憾是维克托最后给出的钥匙 强行将结局引正了 期待导演剪辑腐二尸结局
很有反转和惊悚感觉的电影,节奏很好,情感表露到位,更有去年人气颇旺的杰玛·阿特登 很职业的宽衣解带,要鼓励。
这俩都sb吧,犯罪的时候最好别把爱的人带上。
一般般
这是一出舞台剧 有同有异有双
前面有条不紊,后面乱了章法
玉不琢不成器,好的题材需要大量的雕琢来呈现,这个片子缺点就在太硬了,细节上做的不够,不是说镜头运动上的细节,是人物内向的心理变化与演进。尤其是最后女主角在车里哭的那个镜头,太短,不够饱满,该释放的情绪没出来,就落了下风。作为处女作,在商业和艺术的平衡性上做的很不错。
三个人物,两个主要场景,像这种小成本本就应该给些鼓励、在这种极简的条件背后需要的是剧作足够的张力,观众才不会腻烦,本片基本做到了每二十分钟一个转折,后半段则更密集。虽然感情戏有点离谱,不过也能接受,虽然只有三个演员,但杰玛与马丁这都不是无名小演员,演得也好。胡子男也不错。
精彩,一张一弛,把握得很好啊
让我吃了一大惊~
低成本類型電影典范,awesome
特像舞台剧
用有限的空间营造出强烈的压抑感,前面不错后面松散了些,而且漏洞太多了,我要是能抢到枪还还去找什么钥匙啊直接崩开锁头就得了,而且打了电话也没警察来救人这真是……女主角的演技真是不错~~~双性恋男猪的脸很有说服力。看完片子上来标注才发现是英国出品,哈哈真不愧是大不列颠腐国人民
唯一少的一颗星,就是给没看到男男做爱的场面。我想在这种刀锋浪尖里的做爱,才是最刺激最感人最销魂的吧~
扭得夸张了点,不过还是蛮有意思。大叔不走运,小弟很绝情,爱丽丝到最后是真的失踪了。
3个演员 几个场景 最大的成本是烧了个车
我們異性戀和我們同性戀是生活在同一個世界的。
持续不断地疑惑和震惊......
同性恋异性恋双性恋能同时共处一室的概率,估计要小于彗星撞地球。
我的天,我很怀疑给4星的你们是不是看到果体就兴奋 忘了里面那些2B的桥段??有手枪 一枪把锁头打掉就行了还傻呵呵的跑回去找钥匙2个绑匪相爱了 也就算了 之前还故意铺垫2个人关系不是很好 好嘛 后来又要上这个女的 然后 这个女的 又傻逼的很!!!!!不知所谓!