Movie Review: Shame

Hi everyone! Hope y'all are having a good weekend.

Pretty quiet here...getting the apartment decorated for Christmas, catching up on some reading, errands, etc. I did get a chance yesterday to see British director Steve McQueen's controversial new film "Shame" starring Michael Fassbender and Carey Mulligan. While it's certainly not for everyone, I'm going to go out on a limb here and say I think it's definitely one of the best films of 2011.

What makes this film so great are the two standout performances of its lead actors. Mr. Fassbender is sleek, suave, and eerily seductive as Brandon, a thirtysomething Manhattan corporate professional with a sex addiction that increasingly comes to dominate his life and isolates him from anything and anyone who might attempt to care for him, chiefly his sister Cissy--played by the remarkable Ms. Mulligan--a troubled nightclub singer who moves into Brandon's apartment for reasons that are never really explained. The film unflinchingly but ever so stylishly depicts Brandon and Cissy's relationship as their lives spiral out of control.

While some may find fault with Mr. McQueen's decision not to dwell on a backstory for these characters--i.e. we never really learn anything about Brandon and Cissy beyond what transpires onscreen and a passing mention of the fact that both had grown up in New Jersey--I loved the fact that we are thrown into the middle of the action and are forced to deal with Brandon and Cissy on the basis of what we witness as opposed to what we are told. It's a risky decision as it may make us less sympathetic to their very real tragedies since we never know what brought them on. But what makes this narrative device--and the film as a whole--work so beautifully is the subtle and nuanced performances of Fassbender and Mulligan. You feel their frustration, their desperation, their pain even as you are often repulsed by their behavior or just merely baffled. Is there an incestuous connection between them? Are both victims of earlier sexual abuse? Again and again you find yourself asking these questions but the film never provides answers. And while some might find this a flaw, I respected the decision not to burden us with what could quite easily have become cliche.

"Shame" is a film full of quiet moments and arresting images and yes, there is even some humor, not to mention one of the most bizarre and irritating renditions of the song "New York, New York" ever committed to celluloid. And yes, there is sex--NC-17 rated sex which leaves very little to the imagination. However, while some of it is quite shocking, I never found it to be gratuitous. Brandon and Cissy are creatures of extremes. In less capable hands, one might be inclined to view them with something more akin to contempt than sympathy. But instead, I came to feel quite deeply for them, and while the ending is not necessarily surprising given what's come before it, I found the final scenes quietly devastating.

Like it or hate it--and I liked it...a lot--"Shame" leaves an impression that isn't easy to shake. As far as emotional impact on the viewer, of all the films I've seen this year, only Lars von Trier's "Melancholia" tops "Shame" in terms of wrenching sheer emotion from the viewer. Neither of these films are going to appeal to the masses, but as far as a truly visceral, unique cinematic experience, it doesn't get much better than this.

Ciao.

QUESTION OF THE DAY: "When you go to the movies, what are you hoping to experience first and foremost: sheer entertainment that doesn't require you to think, or an emotional experience that causes you to question your values and/or your perception of life?"