BRONSON
Posted in Action, Drama, Film, Thriller on July 30th, 2009 by Thomas
So, like I promised you a couple of days ago, the next movie I would review would have a couple of deaths in it, right? I can also make good on the promise I made about it containing nudity as well. Hell, it even has some full frontal scenes! Mostly with this muscular sailor-looking guy Tom Hardy but what the hell, you can´t have everything, right?
One of the most interesting directors working in Europe today is without a doubt Nicolas Winding Refn out of Denmark. He´s responsible for the fantastic “Pusher”-trilogy, the bleak “Bleeder” and the mindfuck-of-a-movie “Fear X” starring John Turturro and now “Bronson”, starring one Tom Hardy. Now, this is one weird movie. It´s based on Britain´s most famous prisoner, Charlie Bronson´s memoirs.
This Bronson fella has lead a pretty bizarre life. He started out, born as Michael Peterson and was initially incarcerated for 7 years after robbing a Post Office but this sentence turned into a 34 year stretch after numerous cases of violence in prison. Of these 34 years 30 were spent in solitary confinement. In his short period outside he assumed the fighting name of Charles Bronson, after the movie star. It is this Charlie Bronson-character, not Michael Peterson that we get to know during the course of this film.
Now, if you´re not familiar with Winding Refn´s previous work, you might go into this expecting a movie along the lines of “Rock´n´rolla” or the awful “Rise of the Footsoldier”, which I saw recently. Well, if you do that you´re in for a treat. This is not your typical britcrime-flick and if you´re expecting something along the lines of Guy Ritchie´s cockney-rhyming flicks, you´re shit out of luck!
Winding Refn has constructed such an original piece of work that I´m having problems just describing it to you. The DVD cover has a quote from some fucker saying that it´s “A Clockwork Orange for the 21st Century!” but if you think about it, didn´t “A Clockwork Orange” take place in the future i.e. the 21st ccentury? Which would mean that “A Clockwork Orange” is “A Clockwork Orange for the 21st Century!”, as they so succinctly put it on the cover? Am I wrong? Of course not!
Anyway, I have to admit that they are not totally wrong when they draw the comparison between “Bronson” and “A Clockwork Orange”: both works deal with the British penal system and how it affects those who are put through it, but in very different ways. I´ll admit that both movies are pretty theatrical in their execution but “Bronson” is a much more flamboyant and emotional movie. Let´s face it, good old Stanley Kubrick wasn´t known for his vulgar displays of great emotions, huh? His movie is a pretty cold one whereas “Bronson” elicits the viewer to feel much more.
One thing that the two movies have in common is that they both have a spectacular lead performance. We all know that Malcolm McDowell was pretty damn good in Kubrick´s flick but I´m gonna level with you: he got nothing on this Tom Hardy guy! I´ll admit that I wasn´t familiar with his work before watching the movie but afterwards I had to imdb this fucker to see what he´s been up to before this one and it turns out that he´s the guy that plays Captain Picard´s evil twin in “Star Trek: Nemesis”. Now, as far as I can remember that was a pretty shitty installment in that franchise and I have no recollection of his performance. He also had minor roles in “Layer Cake” and “Rock´n´rolla” as well but I can´t say that I noticed him… until now, that is. His performance as Bronson is so electrifying that it´s virtually impossible to take your eyes off of him!
Naturally, this movie will remind you of the fantastic “Chopper”, starring Eric Bana in a role that he will never top, and I´ll be honest with you: no matter how good “Bronson” may be, “Chopper” it ain´t, ok? These two movies cover a lot of common ground and share many touchstones, one of them being that both movies have a fantastic performer in the lead but when it comes to autobiographical crime flicks, “Chopper” is the shit, ok? It´s the “Rocket to Russia” of crime movies!
But there so much about this film that is great! One of Winding Refn´s many great moves is that the movie is narrated by Bronson, on a stage in what seems to be some sort of old concert hall. Hardy is great in these scenes where he really gets to act out but it´s in the few scenes where Bronson is not incarcerated that he really gets to shine.
On stage we get to see Bronson how he wants to be perceived: as an entertainer, a performer, and accordingly the audience laughing maniacally at his jokes. However, it´s when he´s released and travels home to live with his parents that we get to see the “real” Bronson. This is a man who´s spent most part of his life in either prison or insane asylums and it´s pretty clear that this man has no idea how to act or how to carry himself in the outside world. He looks almost cartoonish when he´s walking down the street. Needless to say, he´s not too well versed in interacting with women either and that becomes painfully obvious in a couple of scenes.
Winding Refn is one of these directors that no matter if you like his movies or not, you know that by the time it´s over there is at least one or two scenes that you know you will never forget. For example, try to think about “Pusher 3” without seeing the backroom-slaughter in front of you? It´s the same with “Bronson” and I´m not talking about the many violent scenes here but the scenes with a drugged up Bronson in the insane asylum! The scene with the inmates dancing to Pet Shop Boys has a surreal Kubrick-ian quality to it and I dare you to not think about that scene the next time you that damn “It´s a sin”-song.
If you watch the trailer for this one before the movie, I wouldn´t blame you for thinking that this is a straight-up prison flick. That is not the case. There´s no shivs being stuck into someone´s back, there´s no gang rapes in the shower and there´s no stand offs between different ethnic groups. Winding Refn has managed to make a movie about a man who´s spent the majority of his life in prison, without the usual prison movie clichés. I know, it sounds impossible but it has been done, ladies and gentlemen. This is instead a movie about a broken man with a broken soul. You can´t help but wonder if Bronson had been provided with a creative outlet earlier, what it would have become of his life. You know, kind of like that old “what if” with Adolf Hitler being denied studies at the local Arts Univeristy. Would he have gone on to being responsible for killing millions of human beings? Damned if I know. Maybe he wouldn´t and maybe Charlie Bronson wouldn´t have ended up in prison, there´s no way to know for sure but I think that there´s definitely a good chance. Hell, if I wouldn´t be sitting here writing this, as we speak, God knows what I would be up to? I´d probably be out roaming the streets, murdering hobos and robbing old ladies while injecting heroin. Everybody needs a creative outlet. At least it´s cheaper than a damn therapist. But alcohol works wonders too. Maybe that´s the real problem: Hitler didn´t drink! If he only would´ve been introduced to the wonderful world of alcohol, he wouldn´t have had the energy to unite the German people in an effort to annihilate the jews. We´ll never know, will we?
Anyway, like I mentioned earlier one of the usual prison movie staples is the homosexual rape, right? It´s not a prison movie if there isn´t at least one of ´em! The weird thing about “Bronson” is that even though there´s no homosexual rape on display, there are quite a few characters that appears to be homosexual and I´m not sure what Winding Refn is trying to say with this. For instance, Paul the boxing promoter appears to be a flaming homosexual, as do the arts teacher who takes Bronson under his wing. Bronson´s uncle who we meet in one scene has a certain low rent Hugh Hefner vibe to him and I´m not sure what his sexual orientation is. I´m guessing that this is just another way of showing us, the audience, how Bronson perceives the world around him. It´s a heightened reality we´re dealing with here. Christ, Bronson himself looks like a cross between a strongman at a circus and Daniel Day Lewis as Bill the Butcher in “Gangs of New York”.
So, even though Winding Refn doesn´t offer up any direct answers on what it is that makes Bronson tick or why he´s behaving the way he does, this sure is one entertaining look at a fascinating individual. Not anyone I´d like to get to know any closer, I´ll tell you that much but it sure as hell is entertaining. You know, kinda like “Chopper”, come to think of it. Make a double feature out of “Chopper” and this one and make up your own mind, ya big freak!
Until next time: take scare!
Thomas
Ok people, time to get serious here for a while. I sat down and thought about which movie I was gonna recommend to you and I gotta tell ya, I´ve watched a lot of horror movies this summer but there haven´t been that many that have been particularly good. “Header” which I´ve been hearing a lot about for three years now and how brutal and insanely sick it was supposed to be, was a disappointment populated with over-the-top-acting and DV camerawork. “Scarce” was even worse! “The Children” was a chore to sit through and so on… You get the drift, right?
I love movies that show you parts of the world that you´re not familiar with. Whether it be the back rooms of some casino in Las Vegas or the kitchen of a police station, it always makes the movie more interesting, I think. For instance, the one scene that I remember most vividly from Keanu Reeves´ comic book movie “Constantine” is the one where he went to talk to a friend who worked at a bowling alley and met up with him behind the bowling pins! That´s what I´m talking about, that´s a place that I´ve never seen in a movie before! That is also the case with the movie I wanna talk to you about today, 2003´s “Kontroll”. It´s set in the subway system of Budapest. Sure, I´ve been in Prague´s, Stockholm´s and New York´s subways but never to Budapest and that´s part of this movie´s charm: at times it´s pretty outlandish but somehow you buy into that this could actually happen in this particular subway. Here´s the story:
You know when you get those questions like “Who´s your favorite director?” or “What´s your favorite band?”, they´re almost impossible to answer but if someone were to ask me who my favorite writer is, I think I´d be forced to go with Franz Kafka. He wasn´t very prolific and he wrote mostly short stories but I keep returning to them again and again. There´s not that many books I´ve read more than once but Kafka´s work seem to improve the more you read it. I´m sure that many of you out there think that he´s overrated but I´ll tell you why I love him so much: his sense of humor! That might come as a bit of a shock to some of you, depending on how familiar you are with the life and times of good old Franz, but the general opinion of him seem to be that he was one morose fucker, wandering the streets of Prague, writing stories that would make you want to kill yourself upon reading. That is not the case, people. In real life Kafka was quite a popular guy at social gatherings and when he had one of his rare public readings of his work, people reportedly had a hard time keeping from laughing out loud, including Kafka himself.