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Thursday, July 17, 2014

I, For One, Welcome Our New Ape Overlords

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       Tragic blockbusters are fascinating. Since we as audiences have become so accustomed to summer popcorn flicks wrapping up with the hero defeating the monster, saving the world and getting the girl (because, let’s face it, the hero’s pretty much never a girl), the few that enter darker territory often seem to merit extra attention simply for their willingness to break from the long-held assumption that crowds can only be pleased by happy endings. What makes the Planet of the Apes franchise so peculiar, other than its shocking longevity, is that, as critic Matt Zoller Seitz asserts, it has always been inherently bleak. From the moment Charlton Heston laid eyes on that partially-buried Statue of Liberty at the end of the original 1968 film, humanity was doomed, and if any later additions or reiterations deviated from that pessimistic viewpoint, it would feel false, incompatible with the rest of the canon. It’s not just the apocalyptic, if rather ludicrous premise that makes these movies inevitably tragedies; it’s because, even in creating a universe where apes rule the world, they still paint humans as the ultimate monster, catalysts of their own downfall.

        Dawn of the Planet of the Apes, the latest installment to the simian-obsessed series, continues in that despairing tradition. Set ten years after 2011’s similarly awkwardly-titled Rise of the Planet of the Apes, which showed how apes became hyper-intelligent and introduced a deadly virus that quickly spread across the globe, Dawn finds civilization in shambles as a handful of survivors hole up in San Francisco, unable to connect to any other communities that could possibly have sprung up, while the group of apes led by Caesar has thrived on land that’s been reclaimed by nature. Naturally, the two societies eventually discover each other and come into explosive conflict. Given that audiences have known the conclusion to this story for nearly half a century, it would’ve been easy for both of these movies to fall into the usual prequel trap, where the predetermined outcome prevents current events from having any real weight. While most prequels make do with lazy writing that simply goes through the motions, Rupert Wyatt’s Rise presented a coherent narrative – something that’s appallingly hard to come by in modern blockbusters (talk about setting low standards) – that was not only fun to watch unfold, but also seemed interested in telling a new story, rather than merely setting up for an old one. Despite changing directors, with Let Me In’s Matt Reeves now at the helm, Dawn seamlessly transitions from and builds off of the solid foundation established by its predecessor, taking advantage of the fairly large time jump to mine different creative ground without losing the blend of epic scope and intimate focus that made Rise successful. It offers an equally thrilling, unexpectedly contemplative look at what happens when brute force triumphs over compassion, the consequences of historical violence, and the meaning of family, community and home.

        When the Godzilla remake/reboot/whatever-it-was came out earlier this year, a critic for the website The Dissolve called it the first “post-human blockbuster”, arguing that its human characters were intentionally dull to demonstrate the natural world’s apathy toward their struggles. Though I haven’t seen the movie yet and can’t comment on the validity of his analysis, the label itself could easily also be applied to both Rise and Dawn of the Planet of the Apes, especially the latter. Although the cast of Jason Clarke, Keri Russell, Gary Oldman and Kodi Smit-Phee (who must’ve had a serious growth spurt since he last worked with Reeves) is perfectly serviceable, it’s clear from Dawn’s post-title shot that they’re not its main concern. Their characters are thinly drawn, receiving just enough development that they don’t actively disturb the film’s rhythm or detract from its effectiveness.

        By contrast, their ape counterparts feel astonishingly well-realized, aside from the frustratingly underused Judy Greer as Cornelia, the mother to Caesar’s two sons. Thanks to some ace performances, led by the inimitable Andy Serkis, and state-of-the-art CGI and motion capture technology, Caesar and co. seem so alive, so completely integrated into the onscreen world that it’s easy to forget they don’t actually, physically exist in real life. Motion capture often get dismissed as mere tech wizardry, closer in spirit to voice acting than traditional performances, which are somehow more authentic, never mind that they can be just as enhanced by makeup, costumes and editing as mo-cap ones are by digital effects. Just as The Lord of the Rings trilogy and Avatar did before it, Dawn proves again that, one, motion capture can be an extremely valuable tool for filmmakers and actors, helping them bring to life characters and stories that otherwise would’ve been impossible to realize, and two, it doesn’t work unless there’s real talent behind it. While visual effects artists may be responsible for making the apes photorealistic, unique individuals that can be visually distinguished from one another, it’s the actors who give the characters weight, personality and emotion, who make them empathetic or loathsome, who convince the audience to invest in their narrative. As a master of this particular method of acting, Serkis is the obvious and deserved standout, using his expressive eyes and throaty, primal growl of a voice, so different from the slithery rasp he had as Gollum, to lend Caesar both gravitas and a subdued dash of angst; he commands the screen without ever being seen on it. He’s accompanied by Nick Thurston, who plays Caesar’s conflicted son Blue Eyes, Karin Konoval as the orangutan Maurice, and a nastily menacing Toby Kebbell as Koba, another chimp used for medical experiments in Rise who’s decidedly not satisfied with Caesar’s isolationist attitude toward humanity. This tension between Koba and Caesar drives the film’s core conflict, their rivalry resembling that of X-Men’s Xavier and Magneto, but made more complex because Koba has a motive to his madness and because the film itself allows for the possibility that his hatred and condemnation of humankind is justified.

        Even beyond its use of motion capture, Dawn is a technical marvel. Backed by the always-reliable Michael Giacchino’s sonorous score, which samples some of the original Planet of the Apes music, Reeves and cinematographer Michael Seresin, who previously worked on Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Askaban, use elongated, swooping shots to give their film an appropriate sense of grandeur and scale, a welcome departure from the jittery camerawork and choppy edits so favored by action flicks these days. Not only is it possible to follow what’s going on even during fight scenes without getting a headache, but their confident, inventive approach invigorates the proceedings despite a fairly familiar plot structure. The highlight? A single, unbroken take from the point-of-view of a tank that pans 360° around a courtyard as apes attack a crumbling building used as shelter by the remaining humans. Dawn is never showy, but it demands to be seen on the big screen, where its expansiveness and expert craftsmanship can be fully appreciated. At the same time, it doesn’t forget to leave room for some quieter, more tender moments, such as a scene where Jason Clarke’s Malcolm and his human companions celebrate the restoration of power to a rundown gas station or a moment around the beginning of the third act involving Caesar and a video camera. A beating heart lies beneath the movie’s VFX-loving surface, ensuring that the inevitable, tragic conclusion feels meaningful and urgent instead of rote.

        On a basic, conceptual level, the Planet of the Apes franchise invites camp and winking mockery, its “apes inherit the earth” premise closer resembling the pitch for a Sharknado-esque SyFy movie than an expensive blockbuster. However, those behind Rise and Dawn opted to take that central conceit seriously, avoiding the kind of glib, flippant jokes that often fill blockbusters to make them “fun” but more frequently come across as smug. No, there isn’t a lot of humor to Dawn, and some logic gaps might’ve turned a less well-crafted film into an unintentional comedy (for example, where the heck did all those horses come from? Do the apes have a stable hidden away somewhere?), but the movie as it stands displays such sincerity, such commitment to its subject that it quickly earns its darkness, never becoming bogged down in solemnity or self-importance. The filmmakers seem genuinely concerned by both the moral implications of animal testing and the power bestowed by guns, the way they instantly escalate conflicts and sow division and animosity. Though the political parallels aren’t as sharply defined or hard-hitting as, say, The Dark Knight, they add an intriguing layer to a film that clearly wants to be substantial and memorable, not just a passing pleasure. This isn’t to say Dawn of the Planet of the Apes lacks a sense of fun. At one point, a chimp riding a horse leaps through a wall of fire while wielding two machine guns, and I promise it’s as glorious as it sounds.            


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