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Revolutionary Road - Review

We tend to forget this about them, given the stellar careers they've built for themselves as adults, but most of us first met Kate Winslet and Leonardo DiCaprio aboard the most popular doomed ship of all time, Titanic. This is not an irrelevant bit of trivia in the background of their new movie, Revolutionary Road. Even if you've wiped away all memories of Titanic, sworn it off as trash, you and the rest of the world have seen this couple's courtship. And as Frank and April Wheeler, a couple as realistic and miserable as Jack and Rose were carefree fantasies, Winslet and DiCaprio, bearing crow's feet and fuller faces, have twice the capacity of any to break your heart.

It helps a lot that the movie, directed by American Beauty phenom Sam Mendes, is very, very good in its own right. But it was special casting brilliance to make Winslet and DiCaprio the Wheelers, the "golden couple" of their specific universe, whose dissolution is just that much harder to accept for themselves. The pair gives commanding, emotionally raw performances that make up the heart of a film that, not nearly as cynically as the novel it is based on, sears to the heart of where the American Dream probably ended.

With master cinematographer Roger Deakins, Mendes has recreated 1950s suburban Connecticut as still and verdant, a forbiddingly placid pond. Frank and April aren't the only unhappy ones, as we learn through quiet moments with supporting characters, but their disappointment is so immense they've no choice but to turn on each other. Seven years into their marriage they've memorized each others weaknesses, opening the film with a roadside argument that's unbearably vicious. Each of them once fancied themselves citified intellectuals, and treated their move to the suburbs-- seen in a single flashback-- as a kind of grand ironic adventure. But seven years later they've settled into lives neither of them wanted, but neither knows how to escape-- Frank in a low-level position at the same machine tooling company that rendered his father an anonymous gray flannel suit, and April a lonely and despairing housewife.

On his 30th birthday Frank impulsively starts an affair with office secretary Maureen (Zoe Kazan), a naive girl who falls for his false masculine bravado. He arrives home and is moved to tears by the birthday greeting from his wife and children, then blindsided by April's big idea to escape. They'll move to Paris, she'll get a job, and he'll finally figure out what he really wants to do with his life-- something we know, even at this early stage, he will probably never find. Their plans to move away disappoint their earnest friends Millie (Kathryn Hahn) and Shep (David Harbour), as well as neighborhood gossip Mrs. Givings (Kathy Bates), but the Paris dream gives them a summer of marital bliss they haven't known in years. But the dream, of course, is just that, and as the moving date moves closer both Frank and April confront their own terrors both of changing, and the knowledge that nothing really ever changes after all.

Blazing through all this like an aggressive Cassandra is John Givings (Michael Shannon), Mrs. Givings' mental patient son whom she hopes will benefit from Frank and April's genteel presence. He derides them and their classy lifestyle from the beginning, and when Frank jokes that Paris will help them escape the "hopelessness and emptiness" of the suburbs, John points out that it's not joke. His ability to see through Frank and April's bullshit further divides them, April recognizing John's brashness as truth, and Frank further retreating to the safe comfort of the life he thought he wanted to escape.

Adapted as it is from a novel that spends huge sections inside its characters' heads, it's remarkable how well Revolutionary Road is able to capture the same truths about its characters. Small gestures take on huge significance, entire series of emotions wash across a face within seconds-- all of the actors, from Winslet and DiCaprio down to Kazan, work together beautifully to externalize a story that's all about what's never said. Frank and April lay it all out in their screaming matches, but the real story is in the moment Frank's face breaks during their fight, or the suspiciously even tone in April's voice when she prepares him breakfast the night after a blowout. Hahn and Harbour are especially great at this, given their limited scenes, and perhaps it's because Shannon's performance is the most external that I was less impressed than others have been, though duly overwhelmed by his mesmerizing character.

While not quite reaching the masterpiece level of Yates' novel-- was that even possible?--Revolutionary Road is the rare classy literary adaptation with a beating heart, a cry of sorrow for Frank and April's despair as much as it is a sly deconstruction of all they hold dear. Vital and brilliant, without American Beauty's occasional pretension, it's a shot in the arm for the dull holiday season, a shattering experience well worth having.

The 11th Hour - Review

You’ve seen The 11th Hour before, just in a different form. During those late nights either battling stress-induced insomnia or fighting sickness after one too many drinks, you’ve inevitably stumbled upon a Save the Children infomercial, in which the narrator strolls the desolate streets of some impoverished, third-world country with a malnourished, sickly child in tow. With horrific images and endless statistics, The 11th Hour is just as manipulative and guilt-inducing as any poor child in need of your help.

That’s not to say that The 11th Hour’s message isn’t important. The Leonardo DiCaprio produced and narrated (for no other reason than star power and recognition) film catalogues our destruction of the Earth – starting from when we began rapidly using resources during the industrial revolution to the current aftermath of burning fossil fuels, cutting down forests and polluting oceans, lakes, rivers and streams like there is no tomorrow. Through an endless stream of statistics and expert interviews with ecological big wigs, who love to point the finger, there is clearly a future of consequences that isn’t so bright.

Given the film’s 90 minute run time, 70 minutes is devoted to bashing the audience with devastating facts voiced over horrific images of natural disasters and man destroying his environment. Perhaps the film is best epitomized by the image of a man beating and killing a seal with a voice over condemning mankind. Of course, in a propaganda film that seeks to rally people to a cause, you have to scare the audience out of their complacency. Yet, from Al Gore’s smash-hit An Inconvenient Truth and all the political hubbub, most (sane) people know there’s a problem, and we need to hear less about the causes and more about the solutions.

By the time The 11th Hour gets around to the technological advances that could allow us to turn the environmental destruction around, we already feel defeated. It also doesn’t help that directors Nadia Conners and Leila Conners Peterson let their environmental experts slip into jargon-y, confusing dissertation about the healing properties of fungi and bacteria as a solution while visual explanations of cool, relatable technologies – like a dance club powered by human movement transferred through the floor or a house that is environmentally-designed to be more efficient through solar power – are cut through faster than the audience is able to process. Had Conners and Conners Peterson lingered on the environmentally-hip dance club technology as long as the man beating the seal, maybe we would have a bit more optimism instead of being beaten into submission.

Amidst the gloom and doom, like the Earth itself, several rays of cinematic hope shine through the film. The most profound being the interviews with Stephen Hawking. The disabled genius and author of “A Brief History of Time” communicates through an automated voice program; when he talks, his computerized voice seems to metaphorically fade into the voice of technology telling us about our impending doom. The unfeeling prophecy of destruction layered on top of the affecting music of Sigur Rós and Mogwai, spread over images of environmental destruction, creates the film’s most poignant and terrifying moments.

Ironically, the film mimics the Earth’s desolate fate. 20 minutes of hopeful solutions after 70 minutes of horrifying facts and revelations that almost seem to amount to no hope at all. Although the film’s presentation falters, its message is nonetheless important. However, The 11th Hour’s dismal tone and uninspired filmmaking will keep it from being seen by the masses that it’s targeting – something that's hopefully only detrimental for the film and not Earth.