The biblical story of Babel takes up a handful of verses in the 11th chapter of Genesis, and it illustrates, among other things, the terrible consequences of unchecked ambition. As punishment for trying to build a tower that would reach the heavens, the human race was scattered over the face of the earth in a state of confusion ― divided, dislocated and unable to communicate. More or less as we find ourselves today.
To make sense of this condition requires an ambition nearly as great as the one that got those ancient architects into trouble in the first place. Any discussion of “Babel,” therefore ― whether grounded in skepticism or lost in admiration ― has to begin by acknowledging just how much the film, the third collaboration between the director Alejandro González Iñárritu and the screenwriter Guillermo Arriaga, sets out to do.
It tells four distinct stories, disclosing bit by bit the chronology and causality that link them and making much of the linguistic, cultural and geographical distances among the characters. The movie travels ― often by means of jarringly abrupt cuts and shifts of tone ― from the barren mountains of Morocco, where the dominant sound is howling wind, to fluorescent Tokyo, where the natural world has been almost entirely supplanted by a technological environment, to the anxious border between the United States and Mexico. Each place has its own aural and visual palette. The languages used by the astonishingly diverse cast include Spanish, Berber, Japanese, sign language and English. The misunderstandings multiply accordingly, though they tend to be most acute between husbands and wives or parents and children, rather than between strangers.
Surely, something must hold this world ― or, at any rate, this film’s vision of the world ― together. Whether anything does is the question most likely to fuel the cafe-table arguments “Babel” will surely provoke. The individual scenes are sometimes so powerful, and put together with such care and conviction, that you might leave the theater feeling dazed, even traumatized. “Babel” is certainly an experience. But is it a meaningful experience? That the film possesses unusual aesthetic force strikes me as undeniable, but its power does not seem to be tethered to any coherent idea or narrative logic. You can feel it without ever quite believing it.
But let’s give feeling its due. The sheer reckless ardor of Mr. González Iñárritu’s filmmaking ― the voracious close-ups, the sweeping landscape shots, the swiveling, hurtling camera movements ― suggests a virtually limitless confidence in the power of the medium to make connections out of apparent discontinuities. His faith in cinema as a universal language could hardly be more evident.
Some of the pieces of “Babel” are attached to one another by the banal lingua franca of television images, as events in North Africa, for instance, make the evening news in Tokyo. But Mr. González Iñárritu’s own visual grammar tries to go deeper, to suggest a common idiom of emotion present in certain immediately recognizable gestures and expressions. We may not be able to read minds or decipher words, he suggests, but we can surely decode faces, especially when we see them at close range and in distress. Loss, fear, pain, anguish ― none of these emotions, it seems, are likely to be lost in translation.
It gives nothing away to note that every story in “Babel” ends in tears. The raw, naturalistic intimacy of Rodrigo Prieto’s cinematography disguises some flagrant melodrama, as does the dedication of the actors, some of whom have never appeared on film before.
The most glamorous cast members are Brad Pitt and Cate Blanchett, who play an American couple on a desultory vacation in Morocco, trying to repair the damage done to their marriage by the death of their infant son. Their movie-star charisma is turned down to a low, flickering flame, and the easy sense of entitlement they sometimes betray belongs naturally to their characters, Susan and Richard, who nonetheless receive a brutal reminder that even the privileged are vulnerable to accident.
Susan ― the kind of tourist who worries that the local ice cubes carry disease ― is badly wounded when a bullet is fired through a bus window, hitting her in the neck. The bullet comes from a gun belonging to Abdullah (Mustapha Rachidi), a goatherd, and used by his two sons, Ahmed (Said Tarchani) and Yussef (Boubker Ait El Caid), to keep jackals away from the herd.
The gunmen and their victim are never in the frame together, and the consequences of the incident unfold in parallel crises. Susan and Richard wind up in a small town, waiting for an ambulance, facing the panic and impatience of their fellow holiday makers and relying on the kindness of strangers. Abdullah and his sons and neighbors, for their part, must deal with the harsh attentions of the Moroccan police, who are trying to defuse what threatens to become an international incident.
Meanwhile ― or, rather, a short time later, since the overlapping and sequential chapters of the movie are presented as if they were happening simultaneously ― Richard and Susan’s surviving children (Elle Fanning and Nathan Gamble) travel to Mexico with the family’s housekeeper, Amelia (Adriana Barraza), whose son is getting married near Tijuana. They are accompanied by Amelia’s roughneck nephew Santiago (Gael García Bernal, who clearly relishes playing the heavy for once).
And in Tokyo, a deaf teenage girl named Chieko (Rinko Kikuchi) spins through the emotional upheavals of adolescence, which are intensified both by her disability ― or, more precisely, the obtuse way other people respond to it ― and by the aftershocks of her mother’s death.
Chieko’s brazen attempts to solicit attention result, again and again, in humiliation, and Ms. Kikuchi’s performance is an unnerving blend of sexual provocation, timidity and sheer rage. Of all the characters in “Babel,” she seems most surprising and least tethered to cultural stereotype (in spite of the short-skirted schoolgirl uniform she wears). And her story, unfolding without evident connection to the other three, does not seem quite as bound by the fatalism that is Mr. Arriaga’s hallmark ― as well as his limitation ― as a storyteller.
The splintered, jigsaw-puzzle structure of “Babel” will be familiar to viewers who have seen “Amores Perros” or “21 Grams,” the other two features Mr. Arriaga and Mr. González Iñárritu have made together. Indeed, this movie belongs to an increasingly common, as yet unnamed genre ― “Crash” is perhaps the most prominent recent example ― in which drama is created by the juxtaposition of distinct stories, rather than by the progress of a single narrative arc.
Perhaps the most common feature of movies of this kind is that they are more interested in fate than in psychology. The people in “Babel” behave irrationally ― if often quite predictably ― but any control they appear to have over their own lives is illusory. They suffer unequally and unfairly, paying disproportionately for their own mistakes and for the whims of chance and the laws of global capitalism.
In “Babel” there seems to be an active, palpable tension between the schematism of Mr. Arriaga’s scenario and the sensuality of Mr. González Iñárritu’s filmmaking. Some of the most exciting and powerful sequences ― a Tokyo nightclub rave, the wedding of Amelia’s son ― push beyond the constraints of the narrative and defy, at least for a time, the grim inevitability that hovers over the film.
The sheer sensory exuberance of the film at once subverts the fatalism of its story and lends it whatever credibility it has. On paper, very little of it makes sense, but what is on screen has an almost physical impact. In the end “Babel,” like that tower in the book of Genesis, is a grand wreck, an incomplete monument to its own limitless ambition. But it is there, on the landscape, a startling and imposing reality. It’s a folly, and also, perversely, a wonder.
[分享]Emotion Needs No Translation - A.O.Scott
[分享]Emotion Needs No Translation - A.O.Scott
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I saw <Babel> yesterday. OMG, the theatre was packed! We arrived 5 minutes before the movie, and seriously almost had to sit on the floor. I wondered how much of the attention was drawn by Brad Pitt, how much by the director and screenwriter, how much from good reviews. But by the end of the movie, I knew it was, or should have been, by the director Alejandro González Iñárritu and screenwriter Guillermo Arriaga. The duo always work closely together, and I have not seen any of the previous work by them. But seriously, it would be nearly impossible to judge which played more of a key factor.
The story was just amazing good. And it was stunning how Guillermo Arriaga transcended barriers of culture, age and gender to write a set of 3 stories that ALL related closely to the characters' own personalities yet developed so unexpectedly as dramatic incidences unfolded. The movie kept audience on the edge of their seats the whole time. Just when it was so intense that audience felt they could not take it any more, the director would -- almost obtrusively -- cut into another story of completely different rhythm, taste and color. The actors were good. Brad Pitt's wrinkles looked a bit fake but nobody cared. Gael García Bernal played a very loveable sleazy hothead.
The story was just amazing good. And it was stunning how Guillermo Arriaga transcended barriers of culture, age and gender to write a set of 3 stories that ALL related closely to the characters' own personalities yet developed so unexpectedly as dramatic incidences unfolded. The movie kept audience on the edge of their seats the whole time. Just when it was so intense that audience felt they could not take it any more, the director would -- almost obtrusively -- cut into another story of completely different rhythm, taste and color. The actors were good. Brad Pitt's wrinkles looked a bit fake but nobody cared. Gael García Bernal played a very loveable sleazy hothead.
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They made <21 Grams> together, which I just wasn't interested in enough to see... Now I might just change my mind.
Yeah, characters ended up being less important. But the Japanese girl character probably stood out most. A.O.Scott is such a bitch
What he said about Brad Pitt was just soooooooo mean but soooooooooo funny and sooooooooo true "Their movie-star charisma is turned down to a low, flickering flame, and the easy sense of entitlement they sometimes betray belongs naturally to their characters". Of all stories I have to say I like the Morrocan one most. It was heartwrenchingly real, meanwhile could be looked at as a great fable for today's world. The Mexican border story has the weakest line of all three, but it was delightful -- at least for most of the time -- and gave our nerves the break we desperatedly needed from time to time.
Yeah, characters ended up being less important. But the Japanese girl character probably stood out most. A.O.Scott is such a bitch
What he said about Brad Pitt was just soooooooo mean but soooooooooo funny and sooooooooo true "Their movie-star charisma is turned down to a low, flickering flame, and the easy sense of entitlement they sometimes betray belongs naturally to their characters". Of all stories I have to say I like the Morrocan one most. It was heartwrenchingly real, meanwhile could be looked at as a great fable for today's world. The Mexican border story has the weakest line of all three, but it was delightful -- at least for most of the time -- and gave our nerves the break we desperatedly needed from time to time.有事找我请发站内消息
It is limited release so far. Yesterday it was shown only at Timesquare AMC, Lowes Lincoln Center and Union Square. Maybe with good box office sales it will expand to all major theatres.
I usually hate AMC Timesquare -- such a zoo, but Lowes Lincoln Center is really small and everytime I go the next movie is sold out. I think it has like ..50 seats per theatre. And the screen is soooooooo small, not much bigger than my TV.
I usually hate AMC Timesquare -- such a zoo, but Lowes Lincoln Center is really small and everytime I go the next movie is sold out. I think it has like ..50 seats per theatre. And the screen is soooooooo small, not much bigger than my TV.
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