So, we finally caught up with THE EMPTY MAN which seemed like it would be our bag, but kind of wasn’t, not entirely. And we also watched TALK TO ME, which totally impressed us. It became our bag whether we wanted it to be or not.
We absolutely loved David Prior’s episode of Guillermo Del Toro’s Cabinet of Curiosities so our hopes were high for TEM. All through the long pre-title sequence we were riveted. Then we got less and less involved as the film began showing its influences, and seemed increasingly removed from real life. (A ghost story should touch reality in 100 places, argued Henry James.)
The film has a fairly interesting structure, with the prologue crashing into the main body of the film a la EXORCIST (Bhutan here = Iraq) and key story elements revealed in flashback. From RINGU it borrows the very effective trope of the supernatural investigation being rendered urgent by a ticking clock curse — the Bad Thing that will get you if you don’t find the truth in time, and maybe even if you do.
Unfortunately the use of VHS tapes in a cabin as backstory infodump tips the hat too overtly to that source, and the green light and glitching are too Fincheresque (Prior collaborated with Fincher on his Voir video essay series for Netflix, and got his start making behind-the-scenes extra feature for DF). And the horror honk needs to be retired as a soundtrack device. Elsewhere there’s an impulse towards the Lynchian, but Lynch is really hard to imitate — I think the sensibility has to be FELT. Likewise, Fincher comes by his style honestly, and what works brilliantly for him is less successful for a mere imitator.
The one really original discovery is how scary BRIDGES can be.
Prior composes really well, though, his movement of characters into and out of the frame is constantly sharp and does feel original. The talent is there, he just seems to need to get away from conventional plot beats and explore things he has a personal connection to — the traumatic backstory stuff here is particularly tired and fails to move.
Leading man James Badge Dale is perfectly OK, but the film’s own emptiness hinders him, and I can see why Prior has turned to F. Murray Abraham and Glynn Turman for his CoC episode — when you have great actors, everything just gets better. (When Phoebe Nicholls turns up as a scary nurse, everything in TEM DOES get better, including Dale.)
She was Merrick’s mom in THE ELEPHANT MAN!
As part of the film’s nicely modular structure, there’s a teen horror movie buried inside the middle-aged detective story, an urban legend bit of spookiness that’s fun if derivative. (The film DOES manage strong suspense and anxiety, but it’s purely technical — we never care about anyone in it.) TALK TO ME is entirely a teen urban legend horror story, but for once the teenagers feel credible.
I guess both films deal with teenage recklessness — blowing on an empty bottle found on a bridge to summon the Empty Man, who will kill you, is a stupid thing to do, but as a test of courage it does feel like something teens might do. Grasping a porcelain hand and inviting the spirits of the dead to possess you, as happens in TTM, is equally dumb — but no dumber than imbibing illicit substances of uncertain provenance and strength.
What elevates TALK TO ME is not just a matter of style — though directors Danny & Michael Philippou wield their tricks with great flare, and they’re integrated into story and character so that they never feel like indulgent showing off. The performances are FANTASTIC — I’ll even take the muffled mumblecore quality of the dialogue, because the film gains so much from its sense of believability. You don’t want anyone to enunciate even 1% more than they would normally, and spoil the illusion.
It would seem sound to shoot the naturalistic performances in an artless mockumentary fashion, but instead the filmmakers make sophisticated use of long takes, elegant transitions, and following shots that keep us glued to the characters. Sophie Wilde is a star.
The film speaks to real human experience not in spite of the fantasy element, but through it — this is a neat trick, and one that may be impossible to learn. Unquestionably the filmmakers have picked up a lot of knowledge of cinema by seeing stuff and analysing it, but what makes the film really interesting is the sense that they understand and care about their characters, and really know them on a deep level, and have encouraged their actors to do likewise. And they’ve really cast this thing well, down to the smallest part. What is it about Australian actors these days? I guess they’ve always been good, at least since the seventies, but is it maybe some combination of traditions? British technique plus American honesty and naturalism? But maybe we should just call it Australian excellence. It’s all over this film.