Genre:
Drama
Director: Craig Brewer
Starring: Samuel L. Jackson, Christina Ricci,
Justin Timberlake, S. Epatha Merkerson, John Cothran, Michael
Raymond-James
RunTime: 1 hr 56 mins
Released By: UIP
Rating: M18 (Sexual Scenes)
Official Website: http://www.moanmovie.com
Release
Date: 7 June 2007 (Exclusively at Orchard Cineplex)
Synopsis
:
There
was a time when Lazarus (Samuel L. Jackson) played the blues;
a time he got Bojo's Juke Joint shakin' back in the day. Now
he lives them. Bitter and broken from a cheating wife and
a shattered marriage, Lazarus' soul is lost in spent dreams
and betrayal's contempt... Until Rae (Christina Ricci).
Half
naked and beaten unconscious, Rae is left for dead on the
side of the road when Lazarus discovers her. The God-fearing,
middle-aged black man quickly learns that the young white
woman he's nursing back to health is none other than the town
tramp from the small Tennessee town where they live. Worse,
she has a peculiar anxiety disorder. He realizes when the
fever hits, Rae's affliction has more to do with love lost
than any found. Abused as a child and abandoned by her mother,
Rae is used by just about every man in the phone book. She
tethers her only hope to Ronnie (Justin Timberlake), but escape
to a better life is short-lived when Ronnie ships off for
boot camp. Desperation kicks in, as a drug-induced Rae reverts
to surviving the only way she knows how, by giving any man
what he wants to get what she needs... Until Lazarus.
Movie
Review:
Craig
Brewer looks lovingly at the South as a stormy, redemptive
canvas of forgotten blues and heated sexuality threatening
to seethe to the top. Following the undervalued “Hustle
& Flow”, Brewster’s penchant for wreathing
gender roles, stoic religiosity and music into a fireball
of provocative pulp is amplified. He transforms the sticky,
lurid atmosphere of the Deep South’s salacious bravado
into a passionate bravura of flaunty tells and brazen intimations
of bondage, kinks and slavery in “Black Snake Moan”,
one of the year’s best films.
This is
no weightless homage to exploitation cinema, a trait that
endless Tarantino clones pursue in a vain attempt to facetiously
offset their own limitations at fanboy fantasy, an epidemic
that inadvertently castrates the genre's interpretive tendons
for the sole purpose of glorifying hollow spectacles. “Black
Snake Moan” is in its very essence a part of exploitation
cinema with a cranial capacity to include its own ravaged
spirit, vitality and neurosis. Its decency of worth lies in
its outrageous obscenity, an attribute that makes it so disarmingly
life affirming.
The raw
charm that it exudes is sagacious in manner as is its crudely
effectual symbolisms. The biblical blues man Lazarus (Samuel
L. Jackson) is also a broken man, fraught with the burn of
love’s betrayal and looking for salvation through his
embittered righteous benevolence. And the scandalised, apparently
vandalised visage of the aptly named Rae (Christina Ricci)
is abandoned at the side of dirt road for the reformative
Lazarus to pick up, and then chain up to a radiator.
It’s
the visual intensity of this imagery that propels its psychology.
An emaciated, feral white girl barely covered in tattered
rags, a Confederate flag in the background and an angry black
musician leashing her gives way to a transgressive milieu
that’s fittingly guided down South, a hotbed rife with
racial tensions, tenuously soothed by the calming rhythms
of the blues. And it is to Brewer’s credit that he does
not pontificate, or even nigh explore the themes he resiliently
showcases. But just as there was in the stylings of true exploitation,
there’s an unanxious and casual evocation of absurdity
in this film. With a character that could have been merely
presented as a means to an unwelcoming end, Ricci’s
nymphomaniacal Rae is the epicentre of Brewer’s earth
shattering truisms of neglected, emotionally disabled people
who redeem each other. In Rae’s debauched frenzy, Ricci
does not just rise to the occasion. She becomes the occasion.
Brewer’s
exaggerated storytelling magnifies the illusory artifice of
cinema and reveals a clearer picture of hopelessness and wont
despair. The audacity exemplified through his confrontational
arrangements of disparities that subvert the status quo is
in of itself a cause for comfort, and that its incendiary
conflicts manage a spark of perceptive lyricism through its
convictions.
Movie Rating:
(Intense
and sincere, the best film of the year so far)
Review
by Justin Deimen
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