Tony Kaye's long-awaited return is every bit as troubled as the characters it portrays.
In Lake of Fire, Tony Kaye’s 2006 abortion documentary, the British director brought a fierce intelligence to a politically sensitive subject. With Detachment, he’s attempted to repeat the trick, this time in the fictional framework of America’s failing public school system.
Adrien Brody gives a typically lugubrious performance as substitute teacher Henry Barthes. Drafted into an embattled school, he is embroiled in the long, slow retreat of teaching standards. It’s a situation made worse by economic crisis, political interference and classrooms of kids who have learned to give up on themselves before society does.
Kaye has employed every visual embellishment he can think of to bring this world to life. Violent chalkboard animations, abstract dream sequences and documentary cut-aways all punctuate the narrative, while dialogue scenes are pointedly framed and self-consciously edited.
These devices aren’t to be confused with ideas, however. There’s very little room for those in a film that rejects nuance for a series of worst-case-scenario scare stories. While Kaye’s instincts as a director have always been provocative, here they fail him. His intention isn’t to analyse the systemic failings of US schools; it’s to batter the audience into submission. But there’sonlysomuchmiserythatcanbeshoved down your throat before you choke.
And for all that Detachment affects the air of an art film, it’s beholden to the most toxic clichés of the genre: the aggressive kid transformed by ‘sir’; the staff as fucked-up as their pupils; the teary breakdowns and tenuous redemptions. And all of it rendered with an ad man’s eye for style. In one particularly egregious scene, Kaye shoots a young girl’s suicide with all the cold beauty and emotional absence of a car commercial.
With Carl Lund’s script lifting liberally from the Dawson’s Creek school of sixth-form psychology, the film’s flaws overshadow decent performances from Brody and Sami Gayle that briefly threaten to rescue it. Pixie-featured, tough but brittle, Gayle in particular makes a convincingly vulnerable young woman whose fate provides Detachment with its one authentic grace note.
After the development hell of Black Water Transit, it’s good to have Tony Kaye back in cinemas.
A film every bit as troubled as the characters it portrays.
It’s a vaguely elegant brute of a film, but a long way from Kaye’s best.
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natalie
• 10 months agoTo Anton's odd "reasonably generous comment" -- Tony's assertion of 'one man one film' points to the petulant narcissism that defines him as a person and his career in film, or lack there of. No one man or woman makes a film, yet as Bryan Cranston wonderfully stated in his interview, the story is everything.
Matt Bochenski
• 10 months agohttp://www.hitfix.com/blogs/motion-captured/posts...
Tom
• 10 months agoThe actress is his daughter as well...
Anton Bitel
• 10 months agoMatt Bochenski
• 10 months agoAnton Bitel
• 10 months agoApril Cortez
• 10 months agoNeville
• 10 months agoneville
• 10 months agoAnton Bitel
• 10 months agoTony Kaye's comment following the What Culture review (http://whatculture.com/film/detachment-review-rewarding-hard-hitting-school-drama.php) is good-humoured, reasonably generous towards people who have criticised him in public, and ends with the words 'Peace and love'. No matter what else you might make of Kaye's comment, it hardly qualifies as a 'rant' (http://www.thefreedictionary.com/rant) or as 'going off on someone'.
Anton Bitel
• 10 months agoBy "reasonably generous comment" I meant this: "It was a great script Carl wrote, but the film is my vision. Bryan’s scenes were amazing, but had to be cut out to make more room for Adrien. My decision." He is not criticising their contributions - on the contrary, he is complimenting them, but at the same time taking responsibility for the film that he, rather than they, directed. If you don't like the film - and clearly you didn't - then you can and should blame Kaye for his vision (or lack thereof); but I really did like the film, and did like the way the so-called 'music video camera work' induced a sense of distance, or detachment, in the viewer, so personally I'm grateful for the decisions that he took. But I don't wish to monopolise, or to become repetitive, so this will be my last comment. Er, peace and love.