“Paradise? Paradise can go fuck itself.”
This line pretty much sums up the entire philosophy of Matt
King (George Clooney), a middle-aged man in crisis. His wife is in a coma after
hitting her head in a boating accident, his 10-year-old daughter Scottie (Amara
Miller) is acting out, and 17-year-old daughter Alex (Shailene Woodley) is all
too aware how absent her father has been over the course of their lives. Then,
just to make the whole matter worse, Alex reveals to her father that his wife
was having an affair before the accident.
The Descendants is
the long awaited return from Alexander Payne, director of Oscar Winning Sideways (for best adapted screenplay, which he also
co-wrote), and deals with themes of the family, uncertainty, and reconnection
in the same way as many Indie films of the same ilk. Infused with a degree of
honesty that births humour from a bad situation and everyday occurrences, it
rings much like Win Win or Little
Miss Sunshine in its portrayal of a
patriarch struggling with the world he has built for himself.
It’s this honesty that really makes the film shine and
coupled with the delicate intimacy that Payne directs the film with, it feels
like you’re taking the journey with them. Every character turn and plot twist reveals
something new and draws in your sympathies - even with Alex’s stereotypical
douchebag surfer friend, Sid, who tags along for her moral support. This is
screenwriting at its best and I would be happy if it picks up Payne’s second
Oscar for best adapted screenplay (but the prize will probably go to Moneyball,
which admittedly, I haven’t seen so I shouldn’t really be judging).
However, it’s not just great writing that make the
characters come to life. The performances by the entire cast are great - especially
from the younger members. Scottie has a great naivety as she struggles to
understand why the people around her are acting so weird, Alex is brash and
outspoken whilst hiding her emotions to protect her little sister and Sid turns
out to be much more than the 2 dimensional ‘surfer dude’ we’re introduced to.
And of course there is Clooney’s master class in restrained acting - bettered
this (Oscar) year only by Gary Oldman in Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy - but whether you believe Clooney as a struggling family
man will affect whether you believe entirely in his character. But what makes
the performances stand out is that they feel completely real.
The realism of the film turns it into a piece of work that
doesn’t romanticise everything. There isn’t a sweeping orchestral score
dictating our emotions (the music used is wonderful, but I’ll let you see it
and find out for yourself), there aren’t explosions of emotions to show how
distraught the characters are, the cinematography is beautiful without being like
a postcard tour of Hawaii and its neighbouring islands and the comedy all comes
from very real dialogue instead of big set piece jokes and slapstick. Yet it
isn’t an entirely realistic film in that it depicts real life as we live it,
the realism instead is embedded deeper in the subtext and comes about as
something that all films seek to explore - truth.
A classic film reveals or explores a particular truth about
the human condition (even blockbusters such as Jurassic Park - man’s futile desire to play God/control life),
which is why they become timeless. And whether The Descendants becomes a commercial smash hit or not, it will stand
the test of time because its honest and real portrayal of a father under
pressure explores something we should all think about - what will our
descendant generations inherit, both physically and morally, from us?
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