Talk about “something wild.”
Remaking “Charade” is just the starting point. Demme transforms it into the visual equivalent of a Cahiers du Cinema essay, smashing French New Wave, Dogme 95, MTV and even his own techniques into a bravura tapestry, an inquiry into a labyrinth of disguises both in the text and in the history of cinema itself. The performances are heightened to constantly remind us of the facades on display (and in the case of Whalberg’s deceptively wan performance, how easily they can ring false), the soundtrack a whirling dervish of Rachel Portman’s Mancini homage, French piano ballads and modern techno/R&B, Tak Fujimoto canting angles like a madman, the whole thing movies like a freight train. Exhilarating.