C | An adaptation of the Uruguayan rugby team whose plane crashed in the Andes, stranding them for 72 days. Directed by Juan Antonio Bayona Starring Enzo Vogrincic and Matias Recalt Review by Jon Kissel |
A podcast that has shaped a lot of my thinking over the last few years is You’re Wrong About, where two journalists examine some piece of cultural ephemera and unpack the many ways it was misunderstood in its time. Your Tonya Hardings, your Lorena Bobbitts, your Satanic Panics. They occasionally do survivalist stories, like the plane crash of a Uruguayan rugby team in the Andes. I don’t particularly go for these kinds of stories when they’re at their most harrowing, as in movies like Jungle, The Revenant, or Rescue Dawn, and this is a particularly harrowing story of survival. However, what made the Uruguayan rugby team into a good podcast episode was the difficulty of what happened to them after, where a media circus spun around them when it was discovered they had no choice but to resort to cannibalism. This is what I was hoping would be offered in Juan Antonio Bayona’s Society of the Snow, as its name suggests a kind of brotherhood that would only be understood by those who made it through together, plus a complicated survivor’s guilt that gets exacerbated by the media. Instead, what Bayona offers is boredom, turning this story into little more than a series of struggles endured by barely distinguishable characters.
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The sixth film by animator and filmmaker Hayao Miyazaki provides the master Japanese director with a vehicle to explore one of the things he seems to love the most. For Miyazaki, flight is a repeated motif, from the gliders in Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind to the air force in Howl’s Moving Castle. His most mature, non-fantasy films, Porco Rosso and The Wind Rises, are about pilots and aeronautical engineers,, though at this stage of his career, some fantasy is still required. Porco Rosso turns the old idiom on its head, putting a pig in a plane and making it seem like the most natural thing in the world. As his titular pilot flits around the Adriatic in Depression-era fascist Italy, the meticulous hand-drawn animation that Studio Ghibli is renowned for boosts a story that, disappointingly, is the thinnest of Miyazaki’s career. In using his medium to make a stock mid-century romance/adventure, he only succeeds in gussying up a boring genre. |
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