Stoker
** out of ****
Directed by: Park Chan-wook
Starring: Mia Wasikowska, Matthew Goode, Nicole
Kidman, Dermot Mulroney and Jacki Weaver
Running time: 99 minutes
Can a film be mesmerizing and disappointing at once?
Stoker, the first English-language film from South Korean auteur Park
Chan-wook, answers that inquiry with a resounding ‘yes.’
Just about every scene in this thriller engorges
the eyes with haunting imagery, exquisite composition and slinky inter-cutting
that maximizes suspense. However, lifeless characterization, predictable
plotting and overwrought symbolism dull up the director’s ode to all things
Hitchcock.
The film tracks the maturation of lonely
high-schooler India Stoker (Mia Wasikowska), whose father dies suddenly on her
18th birthday. India is quiet and virginal. She hates to be touched and, with
pale skin and a morbid, black dress, she tries to avoid talking with anyone in
the wake of her dad’s passing.
At the Stoker country house, India’s mother Evelyn
(Nicole Kidman) welcomes her husband’s brother Charlie (a charming Matthew
Goode). Charlie has a mysterious past – he claims to have been traveling the
world – but India is revolted by his presence, especially when he cozies up to
mother.
Charlie stays to support Evelyn, who seems to have
no occupation besides moping around the manor, as the enigmatic uncle tries to become
a father figure to India. She finds it hard to escape his watch, discomforted
by his come-ons and romantic insinuations.
Stoker does not prove that Park Chan-wook is a bad filmmaker, even if his style often trumps his substance. Instead, the script from Prison Break star Wentworth Miller is uneven, with some intriguing ideas but not enough weight to carry the story forward or enough rooting interest for one to become invested in the characters.
Further, Miller shows that he has never
met a metaphor that he did not like. Chan-wook is also just as interested in bludgeoning
the audience with symbolism related to sexual maturation that has not only been
used before, but employed with more imaginative results.
From the deviled eggs India consumes (fertility) to the
extinguished birthday candles (growing up) to Charlie’s decision to garden
after his morning over (planting his seed) to the spiders that slink up India’s
leg (the touch of a predator), there is enough psychosexual imagery here to
give Hitchcock a headache. Oh, yes, there is a pencil through the sharpener as
well (um, castration).
And speaking of that ‘Master of Suspense,’ the
iconography from his films seem to pop up in every other scene, from the empty
motel where one of the characters meets an unfortunate fate to a playground replicated
from the one in The Birds. Stoker is like a Hitchcock museum: beautiful and
packed with homage, but not emotionally satisfying.
The most obvious reference is to Hitchcock's 1943 classic Shadow of a Doubt, most specifically in that film's off-kilter relationship between the daughter played by Teresa Wright and Joseph
Cotten’s creepy uncle, also named Charlie.
Here, though, the script gives Wasikowska and Goode
less to do. The actors offer more with body language (some is used in a terrific, tense seduction set at a piano, Stoker’s most scintillating sequence) than Miller offers them with his pale script. Kidman fares the worst, a vapid
character whose actions are inconsistent from scene to scene.
By its end, we are more curious in the choices that
Chan-wook makes with framing and parallel editing the scenes that we are in the
character’s actions or motivations. In addition, if you have seen any thriller,
Hitchcockian or otherwise, you will likely figure out how this family portrait is
going to look long before the climax arrives.
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