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I saw Dunkirk today. I really wanted to like it, but I'm afraid I didn't.
It was very much the wrong movie for me. I prefer character-driven stories; Dunkirk is more a sort of immersive you-are-there experience, without character development. I'm not good at facial recognition; there were a whole bunch of young brown-haired white guys in uniform, and I can only take it on faith that the two guys at the end of the movie were the same two guys we saw near the beginning. I have trouble deciphering speech if there's a lot of background noise; the dialogue was buried under a v.v. loud score and sound effects. I get motion sickness easily; there was a lot of shaky-cam and twisting tumbling aerial shots, and I still feel a bit woozy.
There were some omissions that bothered me, such as the men who stayed behind and defended the perimeter barely getting a mention, or the way the telescoping timelines made it seem like the evacuation was accomplished in one go. (Surely it's much more dramatic that, after the first harrowing trip, all those little boats had to go back and do it again?) And the movie didn't tell me anything about Dunkirk that I didn't already know. In that, it felt aimed at American audiences, to most of whom this story was probably new. It also felt Hollywood-y, with the massive budget and the big explosions and the way all the recognizable characters got away unharmed except for the one Tragically Doomed Innocent Boy. Yet for a Hollywood movie costing $100 million to make, it was oddly skimping in some ways. "There are 400,000 men on this beach," proclaimed Kenneth Branagh, and yet when we saw the beach it was mostly empty. There can't have been more than a couple of hundred extras there. Admittedly it would be difficult and expensive to fill the beach with 400,000 men, but they could've tried, or alternatively skipped all those wide shots and stayed in close to make things look crowded.
That's a nitpick, I guess. More importantly, the result of all the things I've mentioned was that I felt detached, never really emotionally engaged, and I was actually bored a considerable part of the time. It probably didn't help that I started off in a bad mood due to Fandango telling me the wrong showtime and my having to wait ages, or that the loudness--I could literally feel the vibration in my chest bones in some scenes--and the visual complexity and intensity overwhelmed me and made me shut down quite a bit. If you're not me, your experience of the movie may be very different.
It was very much the wrong movie for me. I prefer character-driven stories; Dunkirk is more a sort of immersive you-are-there experience, without character development. I'm not good at facial recognition; there were a whole bunch of young brown-haired white guys in uniform, and I can only take it on faith that the two guys at the end of the movie were the same two guys we saw near the beginning. I have trouble deciphering speech if there's a lot of background noise; the dialogue was buried under a v.v. loud score and sound effects. I get motion sickness easily; there was a lot of shaky-cam and twisting tumbling aerial shots, and I still feel a bit woozy.
There were some omissions that bothered me, such as the men who stayed behind and defended the perimeter barely getting a mention, or the way the telescoping timelines made it seem like the evacuation was accomplished in one go. (Surely it's much more dramatic that, after the first harrowing trip, all those little boats had to go back and do it again?) And the movie didn't tell me anything about Dunkirk that I didn't already know. In that, it felt aimed at American audiences, to most of whom this story was probably new. It also felt Hollywood-y, with the massive budget and the big explosions and the way all the recognizable characters got away unharmed except for the one Tragically Doomed Innocent Boy. Yet for a Hollywood movie costing $100 million to make, it was oddly skimping in some ways. "There are 400,000 men on this beach," proclaimed Kenneth Branagh, and yet when we saw the beach it was mostly empty. There can't have been more than a couple of hundred extras there. Admittedly it would be difficult and expensive to fill the beach with 400,000 men, but they could've tried, or alternatively skipped all those wide shots and stayed in close to make things look crowded.
That's a nitpick, I guess. More importantly, the result of all the things I've mentioned was that I felt detached, never really emotionally engaged, and I was actually bored a considerable part of the time. It probably didn't help that I started off in a bad mood due to Fandango telling me the wrong showtime and my having to wait ages, or that the loudness--I could literally feel the vibration in my chest bones in some scenes--and the visual complexity and intensity overwhelmed me and made me shut down quite a bit. If you're not me, your experience of the movie may be very different.
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Date: 2017-08-07 03:30 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2017-08-07 09:24 pm (UTC)The more I reflect on it, the more it irritates me, because I think it was actually a highly sentimentalised production, but it was exactly the sort of costive sentimentality that doesn't conflict with completely conventional ideas of masculinity.
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Date: 2017-08-18 02:26 pm (UTC)Anyway I need to re-read the Charioteer now *g*
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Date: 2017-08-20 06:38 pm (UTC)I need to read your Dunkirk fic, because I'm sure it will make me care far, far more about the characters than the film ever did. (True story: I clicked on the "Dunkirk" tag on AO3, and the first fic that came up was about characters whose names I didn't even recognize, and I sort of despaired. In my head they're still The Running Soldier We See at the Start, and His Near-Identical Twin the Other Soldier, and The Other Other Soldier Who Probably Dies Because He's Not There At the End, and The Pilot Who Is Taken Prisoner, and The Pilot Who Ends Up on the Boat, and The Naval Officer Played By Kenneth Branagh, and etc. etc.)
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Date: 2017-09-02 01:21 pm (UTC)Although I don't mind a blank slate, I love this too. Or, in other words, every drama the BBC aired in the 70s and 80s *g*
I like your character names for the soldiers *g* To be fair I totally wasn't sure if the Silent French Guy was supposed to be dead or not at the end the first time I saw it (seen it twice now)
I really would like to write more Dunkirk fic and more complex/long stuff - the Mark Rylance character and the attractive blond pilot he rescues, for example... The two soggy twinks are low hanging fruit in a lot of ways but I didn't have mental energy to construct something more complex then. Maybe in a while, who knows.
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Date: 2017-09-07 01:56 am (UTC)*giggles*
Yeah, as usual for me, I found the older characters more interesting. It probably helped that I could tell most of them apart, unlike the soggy twinks.