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Sunday, December 4, 2011

Naked Girls!: Carey Mulligan in "Shame," Kirsten Dunst in "Melancholia," and Kristen Stewart in "Twilight"

Thelma AdamsThelma Adams is a New York Film Critics Circle member and the author of "Playdate," a novel.Write a post about actress Carey Mulligan stripping naked in Shame and suddenly you're in search-engine heaven: Carey Mulligan naked, Carey Mulligan nude, Carey Mulligan nudity Shame. It's the gift that keeps on giving. Pretty, naked girls stop traffic on the street, and drive traffic on the web, and to the movie theater.

Why does Mulligan, an Oscar nominee for An Education, feel compelled to take it off, all off? Partially, it would seem, to shed that chilly BBC debutante image: Look, it's a Bennet sister out of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice without the empire-waist period gown to hide behind!

But nudity is only brave, really brave, in context. There has to be a characterization that stands or falls, has a reason for being, outside of the nudity. Michelle Williams in Blue Valentine? Yes. Why? Because the emotional intimacy she expresses is every bit as naked as the physical surface.

Mulligan took one contemporary route to shift her image: She stripped. But how brave is Mulligan's performance in Shame -- does her character make any more sense literally stripped bare? And I ask that knowing that I'd wear a wetsuit in a communal hot tub.

I brought up the issue with some friends, all women who, like me, write about movies, including Susan Wloszczyna of USA Today. "What flashed in my mind was Julianne Moore standing there pantsless for several minutes in Short Cuts," said Wloszczyna. "It was very specific nudity that got people talking. And it was not so much a turn-on as a statement that maybe got her taken more seriously because it somehow seemed brave."

"I think it comes down to the part," concluded Awards Daily's Sasha Stone, "and the confidence of the actress." Female filmmaker Jordan Bayne (The Sea Is All I Know) agreed, and took it one step further: "Does it serve the story, or is it gratuitous?"

In Shame, Mulligan's bruised survivor, Sissy, doesn't so much make an entrance as get surprised in the shower, breasts bare, blond hair soaked to reveal dark roots and, down below, darkish pubic hair. It's quite a reveal, even if it is anticlimactic after all the preceding full-frontal shots of Michael Fassbender as Sissy's sexaholic brother.

"Poor Carey standing in the shower like a bottle-blond rat," said Wloszczyna. "She just seemed miscast in an impossible role."
Recently, in Melancholia, Kirsten Dunst strips as Justine -- but she's at her very sexiest, dressed in a voluminous, strapless gown in the extended wedding that dominates the movie's first half. Later, when she undresses, it's actually less sexy. After the wedding, Justine's depressed to the point of inertia and her sister (Charlotte Gainsbourg) tries to help her into a bathtub. Justine literally lacks the will to raise her leg and climb in. Here, her nakedness reveals her vulnerability: Her mind and body have split.

Is Dunst's body hot? Yes. But Justine is so dissociative, she's no longer desirable.

In the swoony The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn - Part 1, Kristen Stewart dons a sexy body-hugging wedding dress. And, true to the PG-13 rating, even a romantic skinny-dipping scene between Bella and her groom, Edward (Robert Pattinson), has her wearing a towel to the water's edge, then revealing an expanse of back and a slice of side boob. The film's honeymoon modesty becomes a tease that recalls Peter Sellers' Inspector Clouseau visiting a nudist colony in A Shot in the Dark. A full breast or a nipple is never visible, and yet the audience gets the idea and can make the leap themselves, thankyouverymuch.
Revealing nudity, or concealing it, works best if it's integral to the story. Nothing seems faker than a moment of soft-lit Playboy nudity in an otherwise gritty, realistic movie. Nakedness should peel back pretense, not encourage it. And it shouldn't throw the audience, gaping, out of the narrative. That's the case for both Dunst and Stewart in their respective films, but not for Mulligan. In Shame, the nudity seems to muddy her reputation -- we don't see her as a better actress, but we do see a lot more of her than we've seen before. In the past, what I've appreciated about her performances is her intelligence; she's a thinking woman's Oxbridge blonde. So she hasn't built on her brand for Shame.
Brave? Not so much. Does Mulligan nude stop virtual traffic? Yes!


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Sunday, November 20, 2011

Melancholia

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Melancholia, the latest provocation from the not-so-socially-gifted Danish filmmaker Lars von Trier, is an immense motion picture. Or, perhaps, a picture of immensity would be just an appropriate descriptor, as the film is as much a work of staggering emotional lacerations, coming one after the other, as it is a document of tremendous directorial agenda. What begins as a volcanic wedding reception on an estate that seems to span the length of a small continent ends with nothing less than the final great collision of Earth and the titular alien planet, and the end of life as we know it.

Postcards from this demise preface the film with slow-motion, nightmarish visions of soil pulling down a bride and a golf course swallowing up a mother and her child. The bride in question is Justine (Kirsten Dunst), who is stuck at the entrance to her brother-in-law's (Kiefer Sutherland) incalculably vast estate, the site of her wedding reception. Her husband, Michael (Alexander Skarsgard), is cute, happy and in love with his bride, and Justine, at least for the first few moments, is in the same boat, but her stability is only as sure as that little speck of a planet in the sky. By the time her boss (Stellan Skarsgard) begins pestering her about a job and her mother (Charlotte Rampling) has delivered the most barbed toast in the history of time, Justine's face has lost a sizable portion of its glow and her once illuminative smile has turned downward.The reception is an exquisitely choreographed setpiece, bouncing from Dunst's slow deterioration to a variety of party guests, ranging from Justine's father (John Hurt) to, most prominently, her sister, Claire (Charlotte Gainsbourg); Udo Kier makes an appearance as the bitchiest wedding planner you've ever seen. Claire has gone to considerable lengths to give her sister a great wedding reception but Justine manages to quit her cherry job, fuck a young understudy (Brady Corbet), and dissolve her marriage within one night. Justine leaves but returns some time later, gripped tightly by severe depression. Dunst's performance is uncomfortably accurate, brilliant often in her physical choices and always sharp in her delivery. 

It is the commitment to her character that makes Justine's elusive transformation from near-crippled depression patient to saturnine portent of doom, as new calculations confirm that Melancholia will not merely pass by Earth and offer a science freak-out but will rather collide directly with our planet. Claire wants to go out ceremoniously but Justine will have no such thing. It's the sort of sibling battle one might find in Ibsen or Chekhov, and the vicious drama that is being played out feels amplified tenfold by the looming harbinger of the end times. It is at once a literally free-floating metaphor and the ultimate punchline for von Trier, who knows how to match that dread and sorrow with large, seemingly empty spaces outside, tight and closed-in spaces inside. 

Set to a Wagnerian tempo, Melancholia is by many measures von Trier's best work since Dogville, a masterpiece that has, thankfully, survived its many detractors. If it is, as some have speculated, the mere celebration of von Trier's own inflated depression, I can't imagine a more effective and realistic portrait of the malady, at once empathetic and unflinching in its ugliness. But more to the point, von Trier has orchestrated these scenes of colossal emotional impact with a riveting sense of pacing and a continuously enrapturing sense of constant motion. An argument, I suppose, could be made that he offers no truly likeable characters, but the characters feel natural and nuanced to me, thanks largely to a great ensemble. Even in its speaker-busting glimpse into apocalypse, one can feel that von Trier is seeking out something about hope and humanity, admittedly in the grimmest of places and the most cynical of situations. Pessimistic maybe, but writing off Melancholia as one director's attempt at rolling around in his own feces for over two hours is something I can't quite wrap my head around. Also check out... Web Stalker - Lars von Trier Unleashes His Antichrist Tweet Comments: Newest Oldest Most Replies Most Liked
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