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The Tin Drum-1979

The Tin Drum-1979

Director Volker Schlöndorff

Starring David Bennent, Angela Winkler

Scott’s Review #1,047

Reviewed July 31, 2020

Grade: A

A fantastic and mesmerizing film experience that goes deeper than most films do, The Tin Drum (1979) takes a brutal moment in world history and turns it into a layered production.

The film brings humor morphing into tragedy and back again in the most original of ways, seen through the eyes of a young boy named Oskar (David Bennent), who decides to physically grow no further than three years old in an allegory of political turmoil amid World War II.

The film is riddled with thought-provoking themes and historical significance, resulting in brilliance.

The film begins in 1899 and ends in the early 1940s. The story hilariously opens in the Polish lands, where Oskar’s grandfather meets his grandmother while fleeing the police.

Their tryst in a potato field produces Oskar’s mother, Agnes (Angela Winkler). She is then later torn between two men, her cousin Jan (Daniel Olbrychski) and Alfred Matzerath (Mario Adorf), whom she marries.

Oskar is born into a situation where his parentage is in question, as Agnes continues to have an affair with Jan throughout the years. Oskar’s grandfather flees to America and becomes rich without family.

When Oskar turns three, he is given a tin drum as a present that he adores and refuses to part with. He throws himself down the cellar stairs, much to his family’s chagrin, and develops the uncanny ability to shatter glass by screaming at a high pitch.

As the 1930s become the 1940s, Oskar witnesses his mother’s affair, her tragic death, his father’s and uncle’s deaths, and a beloved Jewish man committing suicide rather than being caught by the Nazis.

He finds love with a sixteen-year-old shop girl named Maria and may or may not father her baby.

The Tin Drum is not always an easy watch and teeters between fun and frightening. Oskar is not the lovable kid next door that everyone adores. He is creepy-looking and unattractive at first glance, almost demonic.

Actor David Bennent is perfectly cast and has a way of offering moments where he stands transfixed, mouth dropped open, taking in the action and making gazing observations.

Oskar goes from three years old at the beginning of the film to a grown man by the end, but never changes his appearance.

Some viewers may be bothered by certain scenes. Bennent was only eleven years old and suffered from a growth defect in real life. More prudish viewers may find the youngster’s intimacy a bit shocking since he appears nude and beds a woman in full view.

I found it in no way gratuitous or exploitative and would argue that it is vital to show the growth and maturation of little Oskar.

International films typically get away with more sex and nudity than American films, but the scenes are artistic and beautiful.

The pacing in The Tin Drum is terrific. At two hours and forty-three minutes, there is plenty of time to explore relevant scenes and sequences, slowly letting them brew and marinate.

The comedy of Oskar’s grandparents’ sexual appetites beneath her big dress is hilarious and reminiscent of Federico Fellini’s best films.

The intriguing dwarf characters that Oskar meets and befriends bring life and zest to the film as they embrace their peculiarities and profit from them, encouraging them to do the same.

The second half of The Tin Drum turns dark.

Agnes, now pregnant, vomits after witnessing an eel being collected on the beach. When they are prepared for dinner, she at first resists, then embarks on a fish-eating obsession, resulting in her untimely death.

Is this an example of showing Germans stuffing themselves with Nazism? The deaths of Jan, Alfred, and others follow in rapid succession as clips of the Nazi occupation are featured.

A valuable history lesson is offered when The Tin Drum incorporates real-life footage of Adolph Hitler. Most frightening is a clip of him outside the Eiffel Tower in Paris. How he overtook this magical city and almost destroyed it is unfathomable.

This perfectly counterbalances the fairy-tale ridiculousness of other scenes, bringing home the terrible message that much of what the film explores is based on true events.

The greatness that oozes from The Tin Drum (1979) is layered and dynamic. The filming is mostly in West Germany, with some shots in Poland, which lends authenticity to the experience. Other offerings are surrealistic, sometimes child-like in innocence, sometimes tragic, and too realistic.

The picture drizzles with life, energy, synergy, and multi-faceted character relationships. One of the greats to watch more than once to grasp the numerous things going on.

The film is adapted from the novel of the same name by Günter Grass.

Oscar Nominations: 1 win-Best Foreign Language Film (won)

Suspiria-2018

Suspiria-2018

Director Luca Guadagnino

Starring Dakota Johnson, Tilda Swinton

Scott’s Review #864

Reviewed February 7, 2019

Grade: B-

Dario Argento’s 1977 creative masterpiece is the original Suspiria, an orgy of style and visual spectacles carefully immersed within a standard slasher film appropriate for the times.

Some might deem it foolish to attempt a remake.

Argento’s film contains comprehensive and defined story elements, while the new Suspiria (2018) changes course with a brazen attempt to achieve the same mystique as the original. Instead, it offers a plodding and mundane story that is almost nonsensical and does not work.

Thankfully, a bloody and macabre finale brings the film above mediocrity.

Director Luca Guadagnino, fresh off the Italian and LGBT-themed Call Me by Your Name (2017), a bright film peppered with melancholy romance and lifestyle conflict, could not be more different from Suspiria.

The respected director parlays into the horror genre with two of Hollywood’s top talents, Tilda Swinton and Dakota Johnson, and a nice nod to the original film with a small appearance by leading lady Jessica Harper.

The premise of Suspiria remains intact, as the period is once again 1977, and the location remains Berlin, Germany. Susie Bannion (Johnson) is a gifted American dancer who joins the prestigious Tanz dance academy run by a coven of witches, where she unearths demonic tendencies.

Coinciding with her arrival is the disappearance of another student, Patricia Hingle, and the revelation that her psychotherapist Josef Klemperer (Swinton) has Patricia’s journals chronicling details of the dastardly coven.

From an acting perspective, Swinton impresses the most as she tackles three distinctive roles: an elderly and troubled psychotherapist, artistic director Madame Blanc, and Mother Marko, an aging witch.

Each character is vastly different, allowing the talented actress to immerse herself in the various characters. She is so convincing that I did not realize while watching the film that she played the psychotherapist or that a female played the character.

I admit to not being a fan of Dakota Johnson for perceptively using her Hollywood royalty to rise the ranks to film stardom or her lackluster film roles thus far—think Fifty Shades of Grey or the innumerable sequels—but she does not do much for me in the central role of Susie.

The miscast is more palpable compared to Harper’s rendition of the role decades earlier.

Johnson is predictably wooden and quite painful to watch, especially matched against a stalwart like Swinton in many scenes. Lithe and statuesque, the young actress does contain the physical qualities of a dancer, so there is that.

As a stand-alone film, my evaluation of Suspiria might be less harsh, but the original Suspiria is held at such lofty heights that this is impossible.

The problem is with the screenplay, as compelling writing is sparse. Much of the plot makes little sense and does nothing to engage the viewer at the moment. Slow-moving and meandering, lacking a spark or an abrupt plot breakthrough, I quickly lost interest in what was going on.

The interminable running time of over two and a half hours is unnecessary and unsuccessful.

Before I rake entirely Suspiria across the coals, my cumulative rating increases with the astounding and garish final sequence, which features a plethora of blood and dismemberment in a sickening witches’ sabbath.

As Klemperer lies incapacitated after being ambushed by the witches, one girl is disemboweled, followed by decapitation, as the bold use of red is blended into the lengthy sequence. As the withered and bloated Mother Markos relinquishes her title, an incarnation of Death is summoned, and heads explode.

The finale plays out like a horrible dance sequence.

To add to the above point, the visuals and cinematography are its highlights. By using mirrors and possessing a dream-like quality, the film looks great and harbors an eerie, stylistic, and deathly crimson hue. The resulting project is one of spectacle and intrigue rather than a sum of its parts.

Rather than approaching the film with an introspective or cerebral motif, it is recommended that you simply go with the flow and let it fester.

Guadagnino deserves credit for bravely attempting to undertake the creation of such a masterpiece and bringing it to audiences in 2018.

Suspiria (2018) lacks plot or pacing and is the second runner-up to the original. The story is not worth making heads or tails of since it is not interesting enough to warrant the effort.

Ultimately, skip this version and stick to the brilliance of the Argento effort, or better yet, do not compare the two films at all.

Independent Spirit Award Nominations: 2 wins- Best Cinematography (won), Robert Altman Award (won)