Von Trier
and Vinterberg combine their considerable skills on this
expertly told fable, digging into the thorny issue of global
peacekeeping with a strong, affecting story.
Dick
(Bell) is a teen with a tragic past who's committed to pacifism.
So when he becomes obsessed with a small pistol, he develops
a set of strict rules. Soon he has a group of like-minded
friends (gun expert Webber, high-calibre shooter Owen, ricochet
ace Pill, anxious youngster Angarano) who have "partners",
handguns they carry but never brandish. They call themselves
Dandies and care for their guns like lovers, only shooting
them in a disused mineshaft they adopt as their "temple".
But the arrival an outsider (Gordon) changes things.
Von
Trier's fantasy version of America, based on movies and
news reports, has never been this vivid. Credit to Vinterberg's
startling realism, Anthony Tod Mantle's striking cinematography,
and a cool score featuring the Zombies. The action is centred
around the town square, which brings both a theatrical sensibility
and the resonance of a Western. The constant, lurking presence
of the gentle sheriff (Pullman) adds to this, especially
when he begins to threaten the teens' secret society. This
almost dreamlike feel is simply beguiling--we're drawn into
the story's powerful metaphors without even realising it.
Bell
gives a solid, introspective turn in the central role--fascinating,
likeable, tormented by love and betrayal, and completely
out of touch with what's really going on around him. Like
most teens, really. His friends all have similar inner conflicts,
and together there's a real sense of camaraderie and misplaced
nobility, brought to life subtly by the superb cast. The
way they slowly reveal the film's central ideas is remarkable--an
almost natural progression from playfulness to curiosity
to understanding to action. And adults in the town can't--and
won't--understand them. So who's really more dangerous here?
You'll
have to watch the film to find out who Wendy is; the film's
narration is a letter to her, in which Dick pours out his
angst in a heartbreaking way that gets increasingly cautionary
and chilling. This is an engaging, beautifully filmed story
that says things we badly need to hear.
America’s
obsession with guns is an inexplicable force which some
might say is a major downfall of the country. Lars Von Trier
and Thomas Vinterberg’s new film examines this obsession
through the eyes of a group of pacifists, and despite their
claims that there is no hidden agenda or message behind
the film, the result is extremely thought provoking as well
as entertaining from beginning to end. As well as the fantastic
cinematography and a timeless script, Dear Wendy also features
some of the best young talent working today, both for their
performances but more impressively because of their choices
of projects.
Dick
has grown up in a dreary mining town of Estherslope, but
even when he is old enough to begin working, he refuses
to work in the mines. Instead Dick gets a job in the local
grocery store as a stock boy. Life has no purpose for Dick
and each day is the same as the last, until one day he purchases
a toy gun. Dick plans on giving it to the grandson of his
caretaker, but he gives the boy another gift instead. By
chance a co-worker, Stevie, sees the toy and informs Dick
that it is in fact a real gun. This knowledge sparks an
interest in Dick, and he and Stevie decide to start a club
of sorts. The club is filled with the young outcasts of
the town who are unable or unwilling to work in the mines,
and they are a group of pacifists who shoot guns in an abandoned
mine. They call themselves The Dandies and they develop
a set of rules and their own rituals and lingo.
Each
member of the group gives a name to their gun, and they
are treated as members of the group. Poems are written about
the guns, and the guns are spoken to directly. The voiceover
which carries through nearly the entire film is a letter
written to a lost gun, the one which Dick bought as a gift.
The letter is written as the group loads their gun in an
ominous manner, despite the fact that the group has promised
to never remove their guns in public.
Jamie
Bell of the Billy Elliot fame stars as Dick, along with
other recognizable young faces. Bell seems to have made
a point of choosing interesting projects in the last few
years, a path which is very similar to the one Jake Gyllenhaal
took after his success in October Sky. The promise of Jamie
Bell’s career comes more from his excellent choices
in film rather than his talent, which is in itself quite
remarkable. Bill Pullman co-stars as Krugsby, the town law
enforcement. This role is not a typical choice for Pullman,
but he fits in it perfectly.
The
style in which Dear Wendy is shot seems slightly fantastical,
with special effect shots to shot bullet entry and sequences
of music video standards. As a whole Anthony Dod Mantle’s
style is somewhat reminiscent to me of Trainspotting, or
perhaps a bit of Three Kings. Nearly all of these sequences
are played over the exact same song by The Zombies, which
is somewhat of a theme song throughout the film. Surprisingly
the song does not get old long after it should.
Dear
Wendy was an official selection at Sundance Film Festival,
an honor which does not necessary guarantee a film’s
success, but I am certain that if given the chance this
film will develop a following. There is something magnetic
about the characters in this timeless town (although I was
quite distracted by a large body spray ad in the window
of one of the stores which gave a modern feel to one shot)
which serves as the stomping ground for a group of kids
who have felt prisoner in the place which they live. Message
or no message, Dear Wendy is an entertaining as well as
original film, and sometimes that is more than enough to
ask for.
Dear Wendy Cast:
Jamie Bell, Mark Webber, Chris Owen, Alison Pill,
Michael Angarano, Danso Gordon, Bill Pullman, Novella
Nelson,
Teddy Kempner, Trevor Cooper, Matthew Geczy, Thomas
Bo Larsen