Has anyone watched or know of anyone who has seen Barbie? I’ve heard it kind of gets deep
Meant to respond to this much earlier (read: when it was still relevant), but the dog days of August have been something of a lady dog to me and my family of late. So, apologies.
That said, pulled off the Barbenheimer double feature on release weekend. My wife and I hadn't been to a movie theater together for a new release since
Parasite in February 2020. After a 5 hour marathon session, she says she's off the hook for another 3 years.
Overall I thought both were good, maybe even great, but were missing a certain <je na sais quoi> that would have me raving with mouth-foaming vigor as I did for
Parasite and
Everything Everywhere All At Once.
Barbie was admirably ambitious, with extraordinary wardrobe and set design, loads of clever writing and witty dialogue, pitch perfect leads (Robbie and Gosling deserve their accolades), several large and challenging themes that don't often reach a mainstream summer blockbuster audience, and an honest and unrestrained exploration and examination of a character and brand that is basically ubiquitous to the point of seeming shallow.
There are those who have qualms, to put it mildly, with the political commentary and satire and I'm not drudging up those radioactive warheads from a month ago. But one point I thought Gerwig illustrated beautifully that's really stuck with me: While people accuse Barbie of setting an expectation and standard regular people can never reach, those same people are guilty of setting an expectation and standard for Barbie a regular doll could never reach.
Glass houses, stones, I know you are but what am I, all that.
Still, I thought the pacing was uneven (moves really swiftly, even a little frantically to start, then drags toward the finish line for the final 40 minutes) not a fan of Will Ferrell and the cartoonish Mattel evil/not evil board of directors (although I think I see what Gerwig was going for, didn't quite hit for me), the main political and social commentary is more told, than shown, hitting the audience over the head with it (Gerwig at one point turns this into a self-referential joke seconds later, which was suave), and it didn't take the more sobering and grounded turn I anticipated given the "Movie Church" list - the closest being when Barbie experiences the complexity of real human emotion for the first time while sitting on a Venice Beach bus bench, and Gerwig said that nearly ended up on the cutting room floor.
Maybe that's me setting unrealistic expectations. Touche, Greta. #916ForLife
Nolan was at it again in
Oppenheimer messing around with non-linear storytelling. It's like Tarantino's foot fetish; Nolan gets a weird thrill screwing with time.
Creates a jarring start to
Oppenheimer as it rolls out three narratives in separate time periods simultaneously, edited to weave into and reference each other. If that wasn't complex enough, one is in black and white (because is isn't from Oppenheimer's perspective ... took me embarrassingly long to discover that) and another kicks off as young Oppenheimer stares into rain drops. Could take a bit to set your barrings.
Editing can be rather sharp, abrupt, and snappy - something in the vein of a, mercifully, toned down
Elvis (2022) - and I remember thinking "I guess this is just how historical biopics are gonna be now" - but in truth, it works in establishing a fluid and efficient energy carrying you through 3 hours of dense history, science jargon, and about 1000 minor characters. At least until the main narrative, and probably the reason you bought the ticket - the Manhattan Project - ends, and you're left with 40 minutes of the other two.
Cillian Murphy really embodies the brilliant but haunted Oppenheimer and carries most of the runtime, with a heavily make-uped Robert Downey Jr. drawing focus for the third story line. I also enjoyed Matt Damon's turn as General Matt Damon, offering a fiery friendly foil to Murphy's Oppenheimer. Emily Blunt's been receiving a lot of praise as Oppenheimer's alcoholic wife, but aside from a very late scene when her character pulls out a savage uno reverse card on a crooked government lawyer - which frankly comes out of nowhere and is ultimately meaningless - she's really relegated to the background as little more than a nuisance to that point. If you like Florence Pugh you'll see a lot of her, just not in screen time*. Her character could have used more development, but that would have taken away time from men sitting in rooms arguing about atoms and commies.
I kid, but that's what
Oppenheimer is - a political drama in the spirit of
All The President's Men (1976) and
Seven Days in May (1964) - and a very good one at that. When I saw Downey Jr. in his black and white scenes talking 1960s HUAC politics, I immediately thought it was a nod toward
Good Night, and Good Luck (2005). Making a movie almost entirely about people talking, and making that engaging for 3 hours, is incredibly difficult to do. But I think Nolan mostly succeeds.
My lone disappointment with
Oppenheimer the film that keeps it from entering the wildly rave tier, is that Oppenheimer the man's haunting conflicted guilt is what makes him so compelling a subject. The film touches on it with screen shaking panic attacks, subverting a scene of a cheering crowd by overlaying screams of agony instead of adulation, an ash corpse here, a face melt there, but it's honestly minor, and in my opinion, insufficient.
That's not to say I expected a condemnation or assault on the man. It's that I have watched Oppenheimer's 1965 interview in which he describes his feelings when the Trinity test was successful, and the now infamous phrase he uttered to himself, dozens of times. The early television static mixed with the pauses and flat affect as he stares forward wiping away a single tear, and says "I am become death, the destroyer of worlds." That has never failed to give me chills. I was hoping, if not expecting, for those feelings to crop up during any minute from the 3 hours of
Oppenheimer, and it just didn't happen.
This was an important movie. It was a good, maybe even great movie. And it was a really compelling expose on a fascinating man and immensely consequential time in history. I'm glad I saw it. I'm thankful it was made. And I'm thrilled people are flocking to theaters to see non-typical summer films and making them blockbusters (even if Nolan has always been a big audience draw, and Gerwig kills it on the mainstream awards recognition front).
But selfishly and perhaps unjustly, I think I wanted more. I wanted
Barbie to be even more subversive and really bust some heads, with a whole movie of Barbie discovering complex emotions at a bus stop. And I wanted
Oppenheimer to give me those same haunting chills the first time I heard "I am become death" and the first time I saw in person this:
Genbaku Dome, Hiroshima, Japan (2018)
There I go again with unfairly high expectations. Far too much to ask for a pair of 21st century summer movies. But you know what Barbenheimer, you were both two giant steps in the right direction.
Thanks for saving cinema.
* I did not expect the first utterance of the infamous "I am become death" quote to be during a sex scene. I'm betting that wasn't in Oppenheimer's memoirs.