March 8, 2012
Film Review: Silent House


Dir.
Chris Kentis & Laura Lau
Score: 3.8

Elizabeth Olsen is a talented and courageous actress. As evidenced in her excellent work in 2011’s Martha Marcy May Marlene, she can come across as both cerebral and winsome; perfectly well-adjusted and well past insane. Her talent is evident, but she is not a miracle worker. In her new film, the soapy mishmash of a fright flick put together by the writer/director team of Chris Kentis and Laura Lau (based on the Uruguayan La casa muda), Olsen is asked to play a young woman so overcome with fear and confusion she can hardly breathe — for the vast majority of the film’s entire 88-minute runtime.

The minutes are significant here, as the film is shot as if in real time. When we first meet Sarah (Olsen), she’s sitting alone on a rock facing a lake somewhere upstate. The camera hangs over her head, then follows her path back towards the family lake house where her father (Adam Trese) and uncle (Eric Sheffer Stevens) are busy at work trying to repair the damage to the place before putting it on the market. As the camera continues to follow her, through the cramped, winding staircase of the dark and musty childhood getaway, it becomes clear she’s frazzled. She hears noises above her, for one thing; for another, she keeps having visions of young girls and shadowy figures. Before too long, she’s in full-on panic mode, trying desperately to escape the house and back outside, her father somewhere upstairs bleeding and only half-conscious. When her uncle returns to the confusing scene, the two of them go back into the house to try to solve the mystery of what’s been going on.

Kentis and Lau have given themselves a very high degree of difficulty with which to work: Not only is the film shot in real time (reportedly in a single, very complex, take, though I have my sincere doubts) with a single, hand-held camera, the focal length is extremely elongated such that often there’s only about six inches of frame directly in focus at all times. The cumulative effect of all these gimmicks is certainly meant to be haunting and claustrophobic, but with little or no grounding in character or situation to begin with, very little hangs together terribly satisfyingly. And as difficult a chore it is for the directors to pull this off, they’re asking their young star to carry almost the entire emotional weight of the film singlehandedly. The camera, shortened focus and all, is never far away from Olsen’s face, contorting in ever-more disturbing pantomimes of terror and unease. Spattered with blood, tears streaming down her face, she bears the full brunt of the film’s myopic vision, and just can’t carry the weight.

To be fair, there are very, very few actors living or dead who could have pulled this one off. By the time the film arrives at its pretty obvious, mind-shattering conclusion, we’ve been subjected to nearly an hour and a half of jittery camera moves, endless darkened rooms and more panicked hysteria than a sea bass stuck in a shark tank. The Blair Witch Project won acclaim and accolades in large part because it took its severe budgetary and technical limitations and used them to its advantage; here, the filmmakers have decided to test the audience’s resolve with what they regarded as a dangerously assiduous conceit, and have ended up instead with a nearly inert piece of drivel.

November 4, 2011
Speakeasy: Sean Durkin & Elizabeth Olsen

November 1, 2011
Watch My Movie: Elizabeth Olsen for 'Martha Marcy May Marlene'

October 27, 2011
Film Review: Martha Marcy May Marlene


Dir. Sean Durkin
Score: 7.5

Consider the word ‘cult’ for a moment, then replace it with something softer, like ‘community,’ ‘idyll’ or ‘farm house.’ You might be able to conjure up images of trees, wooden barns, young people all living and working together in harmony, each with their own way of fitting into the group. What’s the harm in any of that? At least, right up until your leader says something along the lines of “Death is the most beautiful part of life.”

Martha (Elizabeth Olsen) has just escaped such a place, sneaking out in the early morning with a satchel and diving across the road into the woods, emerging sometime later at a diner in the nearby town. It’s not that she wasn’t followed — as she sits there, one of the other ‘family’ members comes to try and take her back — but, rather, there’s at least the idea that she’s free to make her own decisions. This is how Martha comes to stay with her estranged sister, Lucy (Sarah Paulson), and her sister’s British husband, Ted (Hugh Dancy), at their Connecticut lake rental for a couple of weeks. Martha is attempting to assimilate back into regular society after several years of living under the quietly demented hand of Patrick (John Hawkes, brilliant as ever), who keeps family members in line not with shouting and threats but with promises of bliss and harmony — and, of course, his constant sexual gratification. He’s the kind of leader made all the more creepy by the fact that he never has to raise his voice to get what he wants.

Sean Durkin’s film wisely keeps its opinions mostly to itself. This isn’t some kind of ‘Lifetime’ expose of all the cult clichés we’ve come to expect. It’s more of a psycho thriller, albeit with a defused and indirect payoff, something Polanski might have toyed with in-between Repulsion and Knife in the Water. Under her sister’s care, Martha, renamed Marcie May by Patrick (whose first order of business with new recruits is to give them new identities of his choosing), is seriously damaged goods, sleeping all the time, unable to differentiate between her present circumstances and those of the farm, and terrified that her former community members are out in the woods stalking her, much as they did to upstate New York homeowners when she was with them. Durkin uses a rush of metaphoric segues from past to present (jumping into water, or stirring a spoon in a glass), but otherwise keeps the atmosphere oddly dispassionate. We’re not sure if he means to suggest that Martha’s battered psyche can’t fully differentiate between the two, or if there is literally little difference, but either way, the faded, washed out colors and harsh contrast of the shadows maintain an atmosphere of oppression and fear.

Olsen, whom, after all, could have easily just thrown in with her wildly successful older sisters and had a lucrative career, is a revelation as the perpetually out-of-sorts Martha. Sweet and affable one second, sharp as razor wire the next, and haunted the whole while by what she saw — and did — on the farm, Olsen has the almost impossibly complicated task of creating a sympathetic protagonist who is a thoroughly unreliable narrator. Like the film itself, we’re never quite sure what to make of her, and that’s exactly as the filmmakers would have it.

August 23, 2011
Feature: Five Observations on Interviewing Elizabeth Olsen During an Earthquake


1. Olsen, the younger sister of those adorable Olsen twins, knows an earthquake when she feels one. The 22-year-old California native instantly leapt up as soon as the first tremors hit. “That’s an earthquake,” she informed director Sean Durkin and me as the two of us were more or less just sitting there in blithe ignorance. She moved nervously over to the doors as if she might bolt the premises. “Shouldn’t we be in a doorway or something?” Durkin offered. “No,” she said, “that’s a myth.” Meanwhile, I looked out the window from the second floor of our Philadelphia hotel and thought everyone walking up and down the street seemed completely normal, which I announced to the two of them. I assumed it was something in the hotel itself (though, in retrospect, I have no idea what might make the entire place shake like that unless a tank was rolling through it, which should have probably given me equal pause), but, at the end of the interview, the publicist told us it was very much for real. To her continued credit, Olsen didn’t lord it over us that she was right. I suppose she really didn’t have to.

2. She attended a serious acting school! Yes, she was a student at NYC’s prestigious Tisch School of the Arts, not exactly the place for wannabe bubblegum pop divas. In short, this woman doesn’t just want to be rich and famous, as so many American actors are want to do, she wants to be an actual, honest-to-god actress. You get the sense she has carefully set up her career, not just fallen into a good thing. True, it helps to have world-famous icons as sisters (one would think), but it’s precisely because she could have so easily gone and been famous for something other than her work that her choices become more impressive. Also, it’s not like being related to such Paparazzi royalty doesn’t come with some significant downsides. After a screening and Q&A at a Philly theater last night, a fully grown man approached Olsen to tell her he was a huge fan of her sisters, only he was trembling so much when he said it you could imagine him fantasizing about putting their severed heads on special pink sparkly spikes in his den.  Yikes!

3. She chooses roles because she finds them interesting. Really. I mean, come on, by any measure she could have easily slid into a never ending series of romcoms and light, treacly dramadies (You Got That Right! or Christmas With the Grumps), but she has instead chosen, in two of her first film acting roles, to play characters whose grip on reality is highly challenged. First in Chris Kentis and Laura Lau’s Silent House, and now, in Sean Durkin’s very good Martha Marcy May Marlene. True, she is taking on a lighter role for her next film (playing opposite Jane Fonda and Catherine Keener in Bruce Beresford’s Peace, Love and Misunderstanding) but I wouldn’t take that to mean she’s going to starting ceding her career to a bunch of agents and professional management companies. After she made Silent House, she said she couldn’t stop crying at inappropriate moments for weeks afterward. I’m more than willing to cut her a little slack.

4. Sean Durkin’s Martha Marcy May Marlene offered her a great role to play but it’s hardly a self-aggrandizing star vehicle. Her character is vacant, at times petulant, sometimes naïve, sometimes conniving but always eminently watchable. It doesn’t try to make her particularly attractive, emotionally or otherwise, and actually shows her to be more than a bit cruel at times. 

5. There’s nothing like a sudden, potentially life-changing emergency to draw attention to the weirdness of our lives. Talk about an unnatural construct: I was in the Sofitel conference room to speak to two people who made a fictional movie about fictional people, in order to record their answers and write an account of what it was like to speak with them. In the aftermath of the quake, we stood there for a moment, kind of staring at one another. If the earthquake had been devastating, if the building had shaken down to the ground, we could have been buried alive (or dead) in concrete slabs and steel girders, the last people we would ever have seen in this world. Instead, we were back in a conference room with a large, fancy wooden table in the center and comfortable chairs that were just barely askew. After a beat, we didn’t really have a choice. We sat back down, laughed nervously, and went back to the question I had just asked. To be human is to be in denial, at nearly all times. 

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