Stoker
There should be a different word besides “directing” for what Park Chan-wook does with Stoker, like the more intense versions of the word “love” Alvy tries to come up with in Annie Hall.
His work is tour-de-force material in this thriller about 18-year-old
India Stoker (Mia Wasikowska), a strange girl whose world is turned
upside-down by the death of her beloved father and the coinciding
arrival of Charlie (Matthew Goode), an uncle she never knew existed.
Yes, a mysterious, possibly dangerous “Uncle Charlie” evokes Shadow of a
Doubt, but Wentworth Miller's script is much more straight-ahead gothic
than that, spinning towards a series of wild revelations that feel
absurdly over-the-top. But the ride towards that conclusion is simply
stunning, with Park serving up brilliantly cross-cut scenes of impending
doom, delicious individual shots and one jaw-dropping dissolve from the
brushed hair of India's mother (Nicole Kidman) to a field of grass.
Even that dramatic cliché of the post-trauma “cleansing shower” gets
turned into something crazy. Maybe it doesn't make a lick of sense, but
it's the kind of doesn't-make-a-lick-of-sense that leaves you with a
goofy smile from watching a master at work. (Scott Renshaw)
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