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Thursday, July 12, 2012

'CHAINED' WORLD PREMIERE AUGUST 5TH FANTASIA INT'L FILM FESTIVAL



August 5 • 


At the end of a fun afternoon excursion, Sarah Fiddler and her young son step into a taxi to head home. They never get there. Fate can be cruel and today, fate has seen to it that the cab they picked belongs to Bob (Vincent D’Onofrio), a taxi driving serial killer who has long ago realized the grisly benefits of a job that delivers victims unto him on a silver platter. Re-christening the boy “Rabbit”, Bob forcibly adopts him as his own son. And keeps him. For years. Life with Bob is not easy for Rabbit. He’s mercurial, demanding (“You will serve me breakfast every day for the rest of your life”), violent and cold. Worse, Bob forces the boy to clean up after his crimes. At the same time, in his own distorted way, he wants to be a good father, to raise a son who is well-prepared to succeed in the world. What Bob considers to be success and the kind of world in which he lives is where the real problems lay. Rabbit (Eamon Farren), now in his teens, has been shown in no uncertain terms that Bob fully expects him to become a mass murderer.

From the day she exploded onto the scene with the largely misunderstood and still-controversial BOXING HELENA 19 years ago, Jennifer Lynch has been a spellbinding iconoclast on the American indie landscape, her provocative approach to filmmaking seeing her alternately championed and demonized. She is a fascinating filmmaker who’s made but several works across her two-decade career. Each have been standouts, their connective tissues threaded in baroque aesthetics, unconventional performance styles, darkly eccentric streaks of humour and, of course subversively compelling gazes into our capacities for cruelty, obsession and sexual deviancy. CHAINED is no exception. In Lynch’s hands, what could have been a simple “how to make a monster” serial killer film turns into an upsetting discourse on parenthood and instinct. At its core, D’Onofrio is a lumbering, volcanic nightmare. Everything from his body language to the uncomfortable syntax of his dialogue delivery has been altered and sculpted to make for a freakishly individualistic performance. Watch for a brief but impactful appearance by Julia Ormond, reteaming with Lynch following 2008’s phenomenal SURVEILLANCE. — Mitch Davis

8 comments:

vikeau said...

"freakishly individualistic performance"-yep that sounds like our guy.

Rose said...

( Serial killer film turns into an upsetting discourse on parenthood and instinct.) The house that Bob lives in sure has to be the house that was his mom's house, only thing missing is dollies everywhere on the tables. Parenthood and instinct, that can be a nightmare just by itself LOL and love the D'Onofrio is a lumbering, volcanic nightmare, with a freakishly individualistic performance, sounds great to me.

Nantz said...

Amen, vikeau, Amen. Rose, when I first read your comment I thought you were saying 'dollys' as in dolls and then it would have been REALLY bizarre, LMAO. Bob's house is in a very remote area and I'm not so sure that his mother would live in such a desolate location, but I could be wrong. I was thinking that Bob picked said location as to not create any suspicions from 'nosey neighbors'.

Rose said...

LOL one of the first things I look at on tables, collect dollies, have some cool ones collected from many places. And no I don't have plastic on my lamp shades and furniture, not that stuck in the old days LOL Your right about the remoteness of the house, but since I'm stuck on Ed Gein today, Augusta his mom, they lived on a farm way away from people so she could isolate the family from outside intervention. His mom was like the mom from the movie Carrie.

Nantz said...

Doilies, a staple at Gramma's house, LOL. Maybe you're right about it being his mother's home because of the decor that would most likely be her taste. Not sure on this one. Just hit me why I thought it was referring to a doll because of the spelling. Not calling you out, but it just hit me, LOL.

vikeau said...

Plastic on the furniture-I remember always being stuck to the chair or couch in hot weather. And the noise. My brothers and I would have fake farting contests by just moving around on the furniture. Ah good times. And yes there were dolies, lots of dolies(I thought that was just an old lady African American thing). LOL

Nantz said...

LOL, they just showed the episode on 'Everybody Loves Raymond' where Marie takes the plastic cover off her couch. I never understood what the point was of doing it in the first place...just sit and enjoy the damn couch already, LOL.

Rose said...

And when it is very hot outside and the house is hot you stick to the plastic LOL