Director: Ang
Lee | Starring:
Joan Allen, Kevin Kline, Sigourney Weaver,
Tobey Maguire, Christina Ricci, Elijah Wood, Katie Homes, Allison
Kanney
Released: 1997
| Runtime: 113m
| Rating (out of 5):
***½ |
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Never has a metaphor
been so obvious. The Ice Storm, the frosty exterior, the freezing
of emotions -- soulless wandering in a frigid scene. Anyway, this
film has more indie film trappings than any in recent history, complete
with random scenes shot from a distance, unnecessary angles of inanimate
objects and the sparse, lonely music that spells dread. I'm not sure
if these are just left-over effects of a film school education, or
a director just trying to fill space that would otherwise be crammed
with explosions and car chases in a normal Hollywood film, but they
are somehow effective -- and even haunting at times. As is typical
with indie movies, the plot is practically non-existent and merely
takes a slice of life from your average fucked-up, middle class Connecticut
family. The Ice Storm is a very quiet movie about family dysfunction
and suburban despair, but done in a much different way than a movie
like American Beauty. Gone are the heroic characters who decide to
take charge of their lives. Gone are the quirky urban professionals
that tell the corporate world to go fuck itself, taking a job at a
fast food restaurant. These characters are just sad, lonely and really
caught in the mire of the sexual revolution that is the early 1970's.
The only character that seems to have any choice in his life is the
narrator Paul Hood, (Tobey Maguire) the Hood's 16 year-old son who
just wants to score with a wealthy co-ed at his exclusive NE prep
school. His voiceover bookends the movie, as he reads a Fantastic
Four comic book as if it were a work of high art. This may be stretching
a little bit (or not at all), but the characters from the Fantastic
Four seem to correlate with his own family, with his father as the
Thing, (a man made of stone) his mom as invisible woman, (hello?)
his nymphomaniac little sister as the Human Torch (in the movie she
burns everyone she touches) and he as Mr. Fantastic (the prodigal
son). Despite its many quirks, the movie stays with you long after
you pop the tape out of the VCR. [videotape]
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