Film Review: In the Heart of the Sea

In the Heart of the Sea. Rated M (survival themes). 122 minutes. Directed by Ron Howard. Screenplay by Charles Leavitt. Based on the book ‘In the Heart of the Sea: The Tragedy of the Whaleship Essex’ by Nathaniel Philbrick.

When a director as good as Howard sets sail for the high seas, we have an almost watertight guarantee that gripping drama will ensue. After all, with A Beautiful Mind (2001), he achieved what many considered highly improbable, by turning the study of mathematics into an Oscar-winning masterpiece.

His Apollo 13 (1995), about the battle for unlikely survival aboard a severely damaged spacecraft, remains an infinitely watchable film. And then there was the fantastic Rush (2013), the director’s first outing with Heart of the Sea star Chris Hemsworth, when the rivalry between Formula 1 champions James Hunt (Hemsworth) and Niki Lauda (Daniel Brühl) resulted in one of the most compelling films of that year.

If Heart of the Sea fails to reach the heights of Howard’s previous adventures that have also been based on true stories, it’s because the ‘survival at sea’ (or anywhere for that matter) genre is packed with vastly superior films, of which Ridley Scott’s White Squall (1996), Wolfgang Petersen’s The Perfect Storm (2000), and Peter Weir’s Master and Commander (2003) are just three examples.

This is not to say that the tale of the whalers aboard the ill-fated Essex, including First Mate Owen Chase (Hemsworth), the privileged Captain Pollard (Benjamin Walker), and Second Mate, Matthew Joy (Cillian Murphy), is not an interesting one. The problem lies in the fact that with the exception of the brilliantly realised confrontations with the massive ‘demon’ white whale, every other scene, circumstance and conflict at sea and on land has a doom-laden sense of wearying familiarity – as though we’ve seen and heard it all before.

This review was commissioned by the West Australian Newspaper Group.

Film Review: Rush

Rush. Rated MA 15+ (injury detail and coarse language). 122 minutes. Directed by Ron Howard. Screenplay by Peter Morgan.

Verdict: A riveting tale about knowing why, and when, to stop.

Some films, on paper at least, simply shouldn’t work – and this relatively obscure story about Formula 1 drivers James Hunt (Chris Hemsworth) and Niki Lauda (Daniel Brühl) is a classic example. Locked in a death-defying battle over 30 years ago for racetrack supremacy, the English Hunt and the Austrian Lauda are like chalk and cheese. One (Hunt) is a privileged playboy, hell-bent on instant gratification and any cost, while the other is a master of self-discipline who believes that any kind of off-circuit, self-serving indulgences only disrespect the spirit of the sport.

In the hands of anyone else but Howard, it’s difficult to imagine this film being as engaging as it is. The time, like the cars, flies by, and just as he did with the fantastic A Beautiful Mind (2001) and Frost/Nixon (2008), Howard focuses closely and unwaveringly on the human condition and delivers a thrilling tale of tenacious and uncompromising rivalry.

Howard has built his directorial reputation by masterfully crafting character-driven films – stories about people experiencing life-changing events that require extraordinary, almost super-human responses (Cocoon, Backdraft, Apollo 13), but without the capes, shields and assorted gimmicks. Morgan (Frost/Nixon, The Queen, The Last King of Scotland) is the perfect match for Howard’s deceptively modest storytelling ambitions, and his excellent screenplay is all lean, uncluttered cinematic torque.

Anthony Dod Mantle’s (127 Hours, Slumdog Millionaire, The Last King of Scotland) cinematography will delight race fans, especially since no facet of the engineering masterpieces Formula 1 cars are (or what it takes to drive one) is left unexplored. Mark Digby’s (Dredd, Slumdog Millionaire) production design beautifully recreates the 1970s, with outstanding attention to colour and detail.

Hemsworth (who is undeniably on a roll) and Brühl (Good Bye Lenin!, Inglourious Basterds) are both excellent as the leads, and it is a credit to everyone involved that as you walk away from the cinema, it might be almost impossible to decide who, if anyone, really won.

This review was commissioned by the West Australian Newspaper Group.