Showing posts with label Steve McQueen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Steve McQueen. Show all posts

Sunday, November 10, 2024

Luftwaffe is life


Bombs drop. You think you can send your child away so he’ll be safe, but that isn’t really a viable alternative, is it? Death and destruction are all around us. Some help the victims. Some plunder from them. Something drives us to find something to hold on to: home, a loved one, memories. And these fragments are existence. 
     Blitz (2024, Steve McQueen) is exquisite. The abstract golden inferno fight. The black and white daisies. The before and after hot jazz mausoleum. The plume silhouettes of pillow stuffing. The devastating deep bass counterpoint to the string stabbing cacophony soundscapes. McQueen is the only artist working in film. His one word title is like those early Warhol conceptual pieces, SleepEatEmpire. And when the kid wanders through the Empire Arcade and sees how grotesque it can be for art to depict skewed racial prejudices towards black people no words are needed. 
     It seems maybe Steve McQueen is now showing he can combine his later conventional narrative aims with his early abstract phase. What is the white noise? Is it static? Is it the Luftwaffe? Is it daisies? It’s a shimmering blanket of shapes. 
 
11/09/2024 Tara Theatre
Atlanta, GA

Thursday, April 26, 2012

The Fast and the Furious

Shame (2011, Steve McQueen) is irreducible. It is about a young marketing professional who's a sex addict (Micheal Fassbender) and his suicidal sister (Carey Mulligan), set in New York. By the end of the film, nothing changes.

I'm split between two ways to read this movie. My first response was positive. Knowing the premise beforehand (Brandon's a sex addict), every shot rang completely true to his symptom. When I first saw the opening shot of Brandon catatonically staring at the ceiling, I projected that he wakes up with one thing on his mind and nothing else--the look of a junkie. And I thought, "brilliant, wow, that's exactly what it's like." I also thought the music, pacing and composition were refined, and that the film did so much in such an understated way.

But after reflection, I was not so sure. Hunger (2008, Steve McQueen) is a bona fide masterpiece about an historical figure who sacrifices his self through starvation to make a political statement in a humanitarian way. Shame's Brandon is the opposite: he indulges his sexual appetite and cares for nothing and nobody. And as a character, what the hell do I care about some rich upper-East side yuppie who gets laid as much as humanly possible? Seriously? Sympathy? For that? I realized, with a different filmmaking approach, I would not be empathizing with this guy's misery, I'd be appalled by the audacity someone had to have to think anyone actually cares about this character's conquests--it might even be nothing more than high dollar softcore.

In conclusion, Steve McQueen is a brilliant visual artist. In the film's beginning, there is an edit that is joined by a shot of Brandon jacking off in the shower that goes soft (blurry) on an MCU of him, which is followed by a match cut of a soft focus MCU of Brandon on the subway.

Also, there's a now signature McQueen overhead shot, composed with perfect symmetry: Brandon taking a bathroom break during work and what he does in the stall.

Then there's the first POV of Marianne in Brandon's office: she appears naked from the shoulders up (even though in the diegetic world she's clothed), and the frame is disturbed--what are we looking at? Her shoulders? Her lips? One eye?

The other two big sequences are: the tracking dolly shot of Brandon running out in the city at night, which follows him as he falls off into black, then catches him sporadically as he approaches overhead sources (also similar to the technique employed for he and Marianne's first walk and, maybe, inspired by the EXT. night shots in Army of Shadows (1969, Jean-Pierre Melville)); and the six minute two shot of he and Sissy (Mulligan) talking on the couch. I probably don't need to point this out, but six minutes is an exceptionally long duration for a shot, especially in the modern cinematic climate of today. (And Steve McQueen's most famous shot from Hunger is an uninterrupted seventeen minute take of two guys talking that is unlikely to be rivaled anytime soon.)

Like I said, it's impressive how every shot works by staying with Brandon or Sissy and omits dialogue for moments of silence and stillness, but preserves focus and remains truthful to their story.

--Dregs