Film Review: The Walk

The Walk. Rated PG (Mild themes and coarse language). 123 minutes. Directed by Robert Zemeckis. Screenplay by Robert Zemeckis and Christopher Browne. Based on the book To Reach the Clouds by Philippe Petit.

At sunrise on 7 August 1974, 25-year-old French high-wire artist Philippe Petit stepped out onto his high-wire 400 metres above the ground – either end of which was attached to each of New York’s World Trade Center Twin Towers. For the next 45 minutes, Petit would walk backwards and forwards between the towers eight times.

We first meet Petit (Joseph Gordon-Levitt), perched next to the Statue of Liberty’s torch. Behind him, the towers dominate the skyline, something that made them incredibly unpopular with New Yorkers at the time of their construction. Today, seeing them again brings mixed emotions, particularly as their spectacularly brutalist presence dominates every element of the story.

Gordon-Levitt is sensational as the ambitious dreamer, determined to rise to the pinnacle of his death-defying artform. As the collaborators who will be able to bring the artistic and engineering aspects of his feat to reality, Ben Kingsley is in top form as Papa Rudy, a high-wire veteran who takes Petit under his wing, while Charlotte Le Bon is perfect as Annie, Petit’s girlfriend, who refuses to doubt that he will survive the attempt. But the winning support comes from César Domboy’s Jeff, a mathematician who rather unfortunately has a fear of heights. Once we arrive on the roof of the tower, it is Jeff who becomes our terrified touchstone.

Zemeckis (Flight, Cast Away, Forrest Gump) and cinematographer Dariusz Wolski (The Martian, Prometheus, Pirates of the Caribbean) have masterfully recreated Petit’s performance, and their seriously vertigo-inducing camera captures the action from every possible (and some seemingly impossible) angle. But the haunting final word of dialogue suggests that this film is intended to be as much a tribute to the majesty of the Twin Towers as it is to the incomprehensible fearlessness of Philippe Petit.

This review was commissioned by the West Australian Newspaper Group.