Somewhat of a pleasant surprise. Based on a clever idea of avatars and body swapping mirroring teenage identity crises, then followed through a bit programatically. The alternating of scenes designed around a specific character feels a bit too clean and gets old (and some of those moments, like Martha learning to flirt, really don't work). The bigger problem, though, is that the opening with the teens makes them all so thinly drawn and obnoxious that their group dynamics as jungle adventurers feel the same way. Jack Black is great though, and somehow even a little understated.
For the life of me I can't understand how fans find anything to give a shit about in these films.
There's no personality, no stakes, no energy on display from either the cast or the directors. In the Russo brothers, I think Marvel have found their ideal directors: artless, visionless servants of an episodic TV structure. The action isn't exactly unintelligible (Marvel films are too insidious to be completely unsound), but it's passionless: hyperkinetic yet perfunctory. The Russo brothers' "style"…
Both experiential and texturally rich as well as intellectually alive. Silence is built around a series of religious tests, moral riddles whose consequences grow more and more thorny. Or rather, the film burrows deeper and deeper into manifestations of the same dilemma: the stubborn pride of conviction and the distance between heart and action.
It's an extremely complex exploration of these ideas, but the film is tactile as well as brainy. Rodrigo Prieto's cinematography beautifully captures the indifference of the…