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Brotherhood of
the Wolf (Christophe Gans) 2002 A
supremely silly, blood soaked, action flick set in 18th century France,
Christophe Gans’ Brotherhood of the Wolf manages to stir up interest
until it becomes apparent that the multitude of excesses that the film trots out
will end up as overkill. Things begin in this variation of the Beowulf myth as
what feels like a do-over of John McTeirnan’s The Thirteenth Warrior as
our heroes chase a giant wolf that’s eating villagers (think Princess
Mononoke), but it’s not long before we’re treated to some Crouching
Tiger, Hidden Dragon-style fight scenes (edited as frantically as anything
in Moulin Rogue!). The film definitely feels like a pastiche of many
films that have come before, but its elements don’t come together as well as
you’d hope. Occasionally,
the film feels quite stylish, but more often the overdirection makes things feel
garish. If there’s such a thing as too much cinematography, this film is
guilty. Every image in the film is made to look beautiful and colorful whether
it’s the sunset receding into the skyline or a victim of the beast as she’s
getting her brains bashed against a rock. As a result, things become a bit
headache inducing, and there are few scenes that have much lasting visual impact
since everything is gorgeous. The overwrought frenzy’s always on, even when
there’s nothing much happening on screen.
The visuals aren’t the film’s only excess, however. Certainly the
cartoonish and loud sound effects make us understand explicitly where every
stick thwacks every bad guy. The editing choices don’t feel that sound either.
Although it’s impressive the first time Gans slows down or stops the film
speed to extend a moment, it becomes wearying by the end of the film’s far too
long two and a half hour running time. Some of the fades are also silly,
especially one that creates a visual match between a prostitute’s breasts and
some rolling hills. This
is indeed a genre flick, and as such its attempts to infuse some originality
into the proceedings are appreciated. Certainly, few swashbuckling films take
advantage of this setting, and even if that setting results in anachronisms such
as a kickboxing Indian, those sins are easily forgiven (the mysticism of the
Indian versus the evils of the white man, less so). The exaggerated and
grotesque nature of the violence is certainly visceral and would be far more
enjoyable if we were not subjected to so much of it. The film’s last act is
hopeless, however, so just as the plot begins to really frustrate us the other
excesses of the film are at their most annoying. Still, as much as the
camera’s twists and spins tart the film up, the fight scenes show us that,
despite the film’s foreign language, butt-kicking is universal. **1/2 01-12-02 Jeremy Heilman
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