Life of Pi
Directed by Ang Lee. US. 2012. PG. 127 minutes. Fox 2000. 35mm, NOT 3D.
Mon., January 28, 2013 thru Thu., January 31, 2013
“For Life of Pi, the overcontrolled director Ang Lee has gone with his strengths and made a movie thats passionately overcontrolled. It takes place largely on a lifeboat adrift in the South Pacific that carries radically mismatched buddies: a skinny 16-year-old Indian vegetarian with the odd name Pi (Suraj Sharma) and a man-eating Bengal tiger with the even odder name Richard Parker. The lifeboat isnt entirely lifelike, mind you. The waters aquamarine is more like ultra-ultramarine, the sea a mirror in which clouds above seem to mingle with sharks, dorados, luminous jellyfish, even whales below. Later, on an island thats mysteriously alive, the orange of the tiger burns especially bright in the chlorophyll-green forest of the ebony-black night. Life of Pi looks neither natural nor egregiously fake but vivid, as if a knob had been turned way up on the color of each objects spirit and the real world into a sort of pantheistic storybook. And thats exactly the right look for what it is: a tale told by the older Pi (Irrfan Khan) to a writer (Rafe Spall) who has sought him out after hearing that Pi had a story to make him believe in God. Im not sure how I felt about God at the end of Life of Pi, but I fervently believed in the magic of movies.
Some of that magic comes from the 3-D, which Lee shows off in the first seconds of the credit sequence. In an Indian zoo owned by Pis parents, the camera lingers on paintings of animals on walls that bear a striking resemblance to cave paintingsand then look out, the animals 3-D counterparts are suddenly comin at ya. Those cave painters would freak out. But theres also something old-fashioned about Lees frames. He holds the shots for a long time, longer than any major American studio head would let him if not for that marvelously immersive technology. Armed with 3-D, Lee can slow the storytelling down without worrying about modern audiences getting antsy. And he has Mychael Dannas score, one of Dannas East-West hybrids (Persian flutes and gamelan weaving in and out of Romantic orchestrations), providing a sense of flux when the images are static. That lifeboat goes nowhere fast.
Pis god (God, gods) is (are) also in flux: Hes a polymath, a Hindu who thanks Lord Vishnu for introducing him to Christ while rolling out his prayer mat to honor Allah. This kid subscribes to everythingand this in the face of his fathers blunt reliance on reason and insistence that creatures like the tiger (which gazes into Pis eyes and sees only lunch) have no souls. Pis own faith in the Higher Power(s) gets the test of his or anyones life when the ship bound for North America bearing his family and their animals (theyre emigrating) goes down along with most of the living things onboard. The audience, meanwhile, witnesses the uplifting arrival of the god of cinema.
In one fluid motion, a zebra (it must be CGI, but who can tell?) leaps crazily into the lifeboat and lands with a terrible, backbreaking thud. Theres an orangutan grieving for a lost child, and hiding under a tarpaulin is the pieces real villain, a madly carnivorous hyena. Richard Parker swims aboard and carnage ensuesthough far less explicit than the corresponding passages of Yann Martels novel. Left alone with each other and their dwindling supplies of food, Pi and Parker achieve a tense détente, though let it be said that Lee, like Martel, goes all out to avoid even a whiff of family-friendly anthropomorphosizing. Despite that name, Richard Parker remains an animal in circumstances known to turn the most civilized human into a beast. Dread forestalls dearness. Life of Pi evokes Melvilles mordant answer to the Transcendentalists in Moby-Dick: You might sit astride a mast and feel a oneness with nature, but fall into the sea and youll be quickly digested. Even those clunky interludes with the grown-up Pi and the interviewer (poor Spall, with so little to play) end up paying off. The movie has a sting in its tail that puts what youve seen in a startlingly harsh context.
It turns out Lee has more affinity for Pi the yarn-spinner than for any of his other heroes. His movies (Lust, Caution; Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon; Hulk; Brokeback Mountain; Taking Woodstock) center on emotions that cant be suppressed and finally burst forthbut the meticulousness of his framing and color-coordination (or that mythical cowboy iconography in Brokeback Mountain) make his work seem one step removed, as if in a terrarium. In Life of Pi, he finally has a story in which that very distance is the source of the emotion. Pi has designed his own terrarium to keep from staring directly into the abyss. Its not denial. Its faith in something else: the transformative power of storytelling. The film is transcendent.” (David Edelstein, New York Magazine)
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