Showing posts with label psychological. Show all posts
Showing posts with label psychological. Show all posts

July 30, 2014

Book Review: Hannibal (Thomas Harris)

Some years after Silence of the Lambs, Thomas Harris picks up on the trail of Hannibal Lecter in this follow-up thriller.  Throughout the previous books, Hannibal stood out as one of the most ominous and menacing characters in crime fiction, and the book Hannibal finally sees the character totally unchained, free from the confines of prison, and above reproach of all the forces that try to capture him again.

Like the other books in the series, Hannibal is a pretty breezy read.  Chapters are short, there's plenty of action and suspense to keep the pages turning.  Dialogue is mostly interesting, and the characters have enough charm to maintain interest.  The prose is easily digestible, and the story's not too hard to follow at all.

That being said, it is a rather odd story.  It's not even much of a mystery novel; it's more of a revenge thriller with multiple plots and conspiracies laid over each other, all of which are tied together and contribute to a pretty weird climax.  It starts off compellingly, as the book chronicles how Clarice Starling falls out of favor of the FBI (I felt she got a bad rap).  Then it goes way off course to Italy, following a totally random investigator, whose actions contribute somewhat to the later investigation (although I felt these scenes were thrown in just because Italy is cool and exotic).  Then the plot kinda wanders around a lot, and then the inevitable conclusion occurs.  Even though I understand why the ending is the way it is (and it actually does underscore the motivations of Hannibal's character throughout Silence of the Lambs a lot better), I think it diminishes Clarice as a character, and it could have all been a little more coherent.  It is a bit of a rushed ending.  I always felt that the ending dinner scene was perverse, for better or for worse.  On top of that, some of the individual scenes and subplots (especially the one regarding Margot Verger) could have been omitted completely.

All that being said, the book does have its merits.  Characters are pretty strong; it is still intriguing to read about Hannibal and Clarice, and Mason Verger is a well-developed adversary.  The book is especially bold in flipping everything around so that Hannibal is the intended protagonist, characters in power are antagonists, and they create a dynamic push and pull that makes the plot twisty.  Parts of the book are pretty well-researched (especially the scenes in Italy).

As far as the prose goes, it's most of the way decent, although there were parts where I felt wording was awkward.  There were a few parts where the tenses were all mixed up:  it tended to flip-flop between past and present tense for some odd reason.  I think this correlated to an odd habit I noticed where the book tried to become first-person by using "we" a lot, as it randomly stated "we notice this" or "we behold that," and the final words of the book are "we can only learn so much and live." What is this "we" garbage? I suspect that there's a bit of pretentiousness there, that the book wanted to deliver a greater truth behind the story, but never really articulated it.  No matter what level of elegance it aimed for, the book remained pretty straightforward and low-key, especially in the occasional indulgence in gnarly details and harsh language.  As such, I think the book would have benefited from more editing and refinement.  Other than those issues, the book is perfectly readable.

Hannibal has its moments, but I feel it's a weird turn of events, which is marred a bit by a slightly weird prose.  This may even be one rare case where I found the movie more appealing than the book.  It's still a fun enough read though, and should be worthwhile for fans of the series.

3/5 (Entertainment:  Good | Story:  Marginal | Book:  Average)

April 13, 2014

Film Review: Fight Club

"It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything." - Brad Pitt

I am Jack's review of the movie Fight Club.  If you don't know what that means, it's just a small taste of how sardonic this whole film is.

At first, I assumed Fight Club was just a movie about a bunch of guys beating each other up.  From the moment it starts, however, it proves to be much more than that.  It's actually a very strangely neurotic and mesmerizing descent into a testosterone-fueled madness.  Actual fighting is limited; what you get instead is a storytelling experience that's so warped, it will challenge your perception of what is and isn't real in the film.  The film itself even gets warped, with such bizarre effects as having single frames of images mixed into random spots, and one frenetic scene where the negative appears to come undone.  Throw in some wild computer-generated modelling effects and some brisk editing, and the film becomes a highly stylized and entrancing experience.

The story is a real doozy.  It kicks off strong and hard, showcasing the insomniac protagonist and chronicling how he went from being an average office worker with everything into a deviant with nothing (and nothing to lose).  Things get thrilling when the actual fight club takes off and anarchy starts to spread, but the main focus is always on exploring the characters, and it all builds up to an unpredictable climax.  There is a massive plot twist in the mix, but it's one of those that holds up extremely well on repeat viewings (even though it can be a little hard to believe).  Characters shine really well, thanks to their nuanced performances, their sharp dialogue, their convoluted relationships, and the nature of the plot, which really makes us stop and think about what's going on in their heads.

There are a number of themes that can be extrapolated from this crazy story.  The most blatant messages concern anarchy, as the characters constantly criticize the modern consumerist culture and emphasize "letting go." Much of the story is really about them abandoning the common goals of wealth, success, or material things, and just being yourself.  There are moments where the film also seems to dig up deeper metaphysical questions and meaning, especially regarding morality and the perception of reality.

As noted above, the film has one heck of a style.  The camera work is very solid and good, while the editing tends to be very inventive and wild.  Acting is great; Edward Norton, Brad Pitt, and Helena Bonham Carter are effectively perfect in their roles.  Writing is awesome, and there are tons of great lines.  This production uses some very great and detailed-looking sets, props, costumes, and special effects.  Music by the Dust Brothers can be a bit nutty, but is mostly pretty awesome.

Fight Club is a movie with some serious attitude and style.  The experience of watching it is like going through that feeling of wooziness after being punched in the face, for it is that trippy.  I could say more, but the first and second rules of Fight Club forbid me...

5/5 (Experience:  Perfect | Story:  Perfect | Film:  Perfect)