Film review - We Need To Talk About Kevin

What with me not being very well read (particularly when it comes to contemporary fiction), I am rarely in the position of already knowing the source material when seeing a film. So it was a novelty for me to go into this screening with my own preconceived ideas about the story. It was also a blessing, as I don’t think I would have understood what was going on if I hadn’t already read the novel.

This adaptation of Lionel Shriver’s chilling bestseller follows Eva (Tilda Swinton) in the aftermath of a terrible event involving her teenage son Kevin (Ezra Miller). As Eva remembers her life since Kevin’s birth, it becomes clear that there was always something different about the boy which her husband (John C. Reilly) just refuses to see.

The film is dream-like to the point of meaninglessness. Whereas in the book, Eva (as narrator) explains everything in immense detail, here we are given only disjointed snapshots of events as we flit back and forth in the story. The resonance of each small moment – of all the insidious things Kevin does – is completely lost. The opening half an hour in particular is a mess, and barely held my attention. If I didn’t have previous experience of the story, I doubt it would have made any sense.

The film cuts out all of the background information about Eva and her husband, leaving them as blank characters with unclear motivations, going through a much simpler and less ambiguous story. Although Eva comes across as very cold in the book, she is extremely frosty here. Having Swinton (not the warm and fuzziest of actresses we can all agree) really adds to this.

British director Lynne Ramsey has taken an intelligent novel with mass appeal and turned it into the arty-est of art house films. While certainly a 'quality' picture with style, a creepy aesthetic and powerful performances, it is not a patch on the book.

Like Shame, I note that this is another British film set in America, again part-funded by the UK Film Council. I do find it strange that tax payers’ money is being spent on adaptations of American bestsellers, but there you go.

London Film Festival Review – Magic Trip: Ken Kesey’s Search for a Kool Place

The Merry Pranksters’ journey across America in 1964 is the stuff of legend. Led by Ken Kesey, the respected author of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest and advocate for LSD, the group painted a school bus in rainbow colours, named it ‘Further’ and headed for New York. They aimed to change the world, and amazingly these misfits managed to. The counter culture of the 60s had begun.

Sure that what they were doing was seminal, they decided to film themselves. Unfortunately, they were tripping so much during their trip that they didn’t bother to learn how to use the camera or sound equipment, leaving the resulting footage unusable. This documentary is the result of years of painstaking work to correct their mistakes, sync up the sound and edit together something coherent. It’s a strange documentary – not quite the film they wanted to make at the time and not quite a full retrospective analysis of why the events were important.

Certainly it is very interesting to see the journey in colour, and hear from the people involved, even if most of it isn’t exactly riveting. The group were an odd bunch, the oddest by far being Neal Cassady, otherwise known as Dean Moriarty from On The Road. The whole enterprise was a homage to Kerouac, and having Neal on board was a living link to that past. As anyone who has read On The Road will testify, Cassady was never the most stable of souls. That the Pranksters let this speed freak drive the bus shows that they weren’t exactly in their right minds.

The film cuts back and forth across time, showing how the clean-cut college boy Kesey ended up leading the acid movement. In one of the most fascinating sequences, we hear the actual recording of his first ever acid trip, part of the CIA’s LSD experiments. We also see snapshots of life after the bus trip and his eventual disillusion with the movement he kick-started.

For those interested in the period, this is essential viewing. For those who are not in the know, this is likely to be a confusing watch.

N.B. A little niggle I had watching the film – why did they use the font Comic Sans for the subtitles? I’m sure it’s because they wanted to keep the film non-serious to match up with the footage, but it just looks very unprofessional.