Martha Marcy May Marlene. Well, what can I say? I liked it. Haha! Just kidding!
Martha Marcy May Marlene, a veritable tongue-twister of a title, is the feature length debut of writer-director Sean Durkin, as well as actress Elizabeth Olsen, the Olsen sister who doesn't come with her own personal doppelganger. Nevertheless, she is instantly recognizable as title character Martha/Marcy May/Marlene, with her wide, sorrowful baby doll eyes that exude depths to a psyche the audience will no doubt wish to delve into. The film begins on a small farm where Martha/Marcy May/Marlene currently resides, that is until a hasty early morning retreat into the woods with nothing more than a backpack and the hope that she will not be found, despite the numerous men and women trampling through in search of her. After an emotional call to her estranged sister, Lucy, she is rescued, from what exactly, we don't yet know.
We eventually learn that Martha has been missing for over two years, having run away shortly after the death of her mother, her only remaining parent. She has been staying in a community working hard toward self-sustainability at a little hideaway in the Catskills. These two years have not been without an indeterminable amount of trauma, revealed to the audience through interweaving flashbacks that mingle with the present so tightly it is sometimes difficult to draw a line between the two.
The present takes place at the lake house of sister Lucy (Sarah Paulson) and brother-in-law Ted (Hugh Dancy), a couple so self-absorbed that it is quickly seen this will be no place for Martha to heal. In flashbacks it is revealed how Martha became Marcy May, as dubbed by Patrick (John Hawkes at his despicable best), the leader of the cult-like community where troubled Martha/Marcy May seeks refuge. Those familiar with the history of the Manson family will easily find parallels, but Durkin saves his film from being a retelling better suited to a Lifetime movie-of-the-week by keeping the focus entirely on Olsen.
This is not the story of a cult's inner workings seen through the eyes of its members. Martha Marcy May Marlene makes its mark by approaching the subject from end to beginning. As Martha drifts through the present, achieving levels of social awkwardness more befitting of someone raised by wolves, we already know how damaged she is. But it is Olsen who makes Martha's damage palpable for viewers in this account of what happens after the kool-aid. Martha's increasing paranoia makes it painfully apparent that one never really walks away from a cult, and we later question whether she truly wants to.
With no spoilers, it is fair to say the ending will split audiences, leaving just as many groaning as those nodding their heads. It's true, Martha Marcy May Marlene has its faults, but they are few and incomparable to the outstanding career-launching performance of Elizabeth Olsen. Moving through the film like a wounded animal, Olsen manages to convey a character who as all at once deadened on the outside and surging on the inside as though she's had a career to rival greats like Meryl Streep and Cate Blanchett. Keep an eye on this little Olsen, though, as she will no doubt reach such acclaim soon. What she lacks in experience she makes up for with talent others dream of, and her performance makes this film one of the better films released last year.
Final Grade: A-
Find It: New to Redbox this week, OnDemand, Blockbuster, and retailers.
Friday, March 23, 2012
Let's Get Reel: An Introduction
Hello, readers. Welcome to Let's Get Reel. (And suddenly I feel as though I should be cueing up some 70s game show music a la The Dating Game.)
I read a joke today about bloggers that goes something like this: "Never has there been so many people with nothing to say saying so much." And here I am, ready to add my nothings to the heap. However, there is certainly a fine line between informative and/or entertaining blogs that add value to the world wide web and the uninspired rantings of someone with too much time on their hands.
I already have a food blog from which, for budgetary reasons, I have been on hiatus (check out Amateur Noms if you're interested), but food blogs tend to fall into the former of the aforementioned categories as they are generally informative by nature or at the very least, pleasant to look at (mmm, food porn). Let's Get Reel has been rolling around in my head for some time now, but it has taken me more than a few self-pep talks to get things going since this type of blog is only as good as its writer, and let's face it, there's a bit of pressure in that notion. Even as I researched my brainstormed blog titles (I had no desire to steal anyone's name), I flip-flopped on whether this was a good idea or not. Then I ran across one blogger who's post Google was gracious enough to pull up, which read: "[Insert Movie Title Here.] Well, what can I say? I liked it." Hell, folks, I can at least do better than that. And with that, a blog was born.
Film and literature have been my not-so-secret obsessions throughout my life, so by the time I was a year into college, I knew the major where my interests would be best suited. Five years later, I graduated with a master's in English, but because of my particular interests, I pursued as much coursework as possible in comparative literature with a focus in film. Now, fairly fresh out of school with two degrees in hand, I may as well spend my time on street corners with a sign that says "Will Write For Food." See, there's not much of a market in this economy for my kind, with all of my fancy-shmancy, highfalutin words and my arsty-fartsy interests.
Ya know what happens to artsy-fartsy people with no way to vent their skills? They spontaneously combust with random acts of criticism and a borderline Tourette-like regurgitation of knowledge. I'm moderately convinced my husband will no longer watch movies with me unless my mouth is securely duct taped shut. This is not a victimless crime, my friends. My friends and family have suffered at the hands of my stifled creativity. If gainful employment is not in my future, there is only one hope for me and my loved ones: this blog.
Each week, I'll be giving my two cents on whatever is in my DVD player or on the screen at my local multiplex. Eventually I'll work out a regimen of some kind, but for now I'll be adding them as I see them and we'll go from there. I genuinely hope you enjoy this cinephile's musings, readers. Because if you don't, I'll be forced to audibly assault my husband with my ramblings again, and nobody wants that, do we?
I read a joke today about bloggers that goes something like this: "Never has there been so many people with nothing to say saying so much." And here I am, ready to add my nothings to the heap. However, there is certainly a fine line between informative and/or entertaining blogs that add value to the world wide web and the uninspired rantings of someone with too much time on their hands.
I already have a food blog from which, for budgetary reasons, I have been on hiatus (check out Amateur Noms if you're interested), but food blogs tend to fall into the former of the aforementioned categories as they are generally informative by nature or at the very least, pleasant to look at (mmm, food porn). Let's Get Reel has been rolling around in my head for some time now, but it has taken me more than a few self-pep talks to get things going since this type of blog is only as good as its writer, and let's face it, there's a bit of pressure in that notion. Even as I researched my brainstormed blog titles (I had no desire to steal anyone's name), I flip-flopped on whether this was a good idea or not. Then I ran across one blogger who's post Google was gracious enough to pull up, which read: "[Insert Movie Title Here.] Well, what can I say? I liked it." Hell, folks, I can at least do better than that. And with that, a blog was born.
Film and literature have been my not-so-secret obsessions throughout my life, so by the time I was a year into college, I knew the major where my interests would be best suited. Five years later, I graduated with a master's in English, but because of my particular interests, I pursued as much coursework as possible in comparative literature with a focus in film. Now, fairly fresh out of school with two degrees in hand, I may as well spend my time on street corners with a sign that says "Will Write For Food." See, there's not much of a market in this economy for my kind, with all of my fancy-shmancy, highfalutin words and my arsty-fartsy interests.
Ya know what happens to artsy-fartsy people with no way to vent their skills? They spontaneously combust with random acts of criticism and a borderline Tourette-like regurgitation of knowledge. I'm moderately convinced my husband will no longer watch movies with me unless my mouth is securely duct taped shut. This is not a victimless crime, my friends. My friends and family have suffered at the hands of my stifled creativity. If gainful employment is not in my future, there is only one hope for me and my loved ones: this blog.
Each week, I'll be giving my two cents on whatever is in my DVD player or on the screen at my local multiplex. Eventually I'll work out a regimen of some kind, but for now I'll be adding them as I see them and we'll go from there. I genuinely hope you enjoy this cinephile's musings, readers. Because if you don't, I'll be forced to audibly assault my husband with my ramblings again, and nobody wants that, do we?
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