{"id":205,"date":"2007-10-04T18:24:03","date_gmt":"2007-10-04T17:24:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.electricsheepmagazine.co.uk\/reviews\/2007\/10\/04\/eastern-promises\/"},"modified":"2007-10-04T18:24:03","modified_gmt":"2007-10-04T17:24:03","slug":"eastern-promises","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.electricsheepmagazine.co.uk\/reviews\/2007\/10\/04\/eastern-promises\/","title":{"rendered":"EASTERN PROMISES"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"left\">\n<a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.electricsheepmagazine.co.uk\/reviews\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/10\/review_eastern-promises.jpg\" title=\"Eastern Promises\" rel=\"lightbox[205]\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.electricsheepmagazine.co.uk\/reviews\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/10\/review_eastern-promises.thumbnail.jpg?w=474\" alt=\"Eastern Promises\" title=\"Eastern Promises\" class=\"filmimage\"\/><\/a><\/p>\n<p class=\"caption\">\n<B>Format:<\/B> Cinema<br style=\"line-height: 22px;\"><br \/>\n<B>Release date:<\/B> 26 October 2007<br style=\"line-height: 22px;\"><br \/>\n<B>Venues:<\/B> Nationwide<br style=\"line-height: 22px;\"><br \/>\n<B>Distributor:<\/B> Pathe<br style=\"line-height: 22px;\"><br \/>\n<B>Director:<\/B> David Cronenberg<br style=\"line-height: 22px;\"><br \/>\n<B>Cast:<\/B> Viggo Mortensen, Naomi Watts, Armin Mueller-Stahl, Vincent Cassel<br style=\"line-height: 22px;\"><br \/>\nUK\/Canada 2007<br style=\"line-height: 22px;\"><br \/>\n100 mins\n<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p class=\"copy\">\nLike his contemporary David Lynch, David Cronenberg seems to be undergoing a radical shift in direction. But where Lynch&#8217;s films are becoming ever more oblique and personal, Cronenberg seems to be burrowing deeper into the heart of the mainstream, a subversive maggot in the multiplex apple. Cronenberg has never exactly been an obscurist, but it always seemed that the films that did serious business &#8211; most notably <I>Videodrome<\/I> and <I>The Fly<\/I> &#8211; did so in spite of, rather than because of his unique and unsettling preoccupations with sexual perversion, human frailty and corporeal decay.<\/p>\n<p class=\"copy\">\n<I>A History of Violence<\/I> changed all that. Cronenberg&#8217;s work had been getting &#8216;tamer&#8217; for some time &#8211; the input sockets in <I>Existenz<\/I> were the last hint of body horror in his work &#8211; but this was his first fully realised shot at the malls of Middle America. You can say what you like about the subversion beneath that film&#8217;s surface &#8211; the way it plays with genre conventions, tests the limits of an audience&#8217;s sympathy, explores the meanings of words like &#8216;family&#8217; and &#8216;violence&#8217;. Without all that, the film can still be enjoyed as a simple revenge thriller, an update of those gritty Charles Bronson pictures so popular in the mid-70s: indeed, it could be argued that all the lofty critical praise heaped on <I>A History of Violence<\/I> could just as easily be applied to <I>Death Wish<\/I>. It&#8217;s all just a matter of intention.<\/p>\n<p class=\"copy\">\n<I>Eastern Promises<\/I> takes the subsurface concerns of <I>A History of Violence<\/I> and brings them out into the light, bolting them to an even more hysterically entertaining narrative of gangs, guns, prostitution and murder. The film centres around the London branch of a Russian criminal organisation, a world of plush restaurants and grimy suburban slave brothels, where driver Viggo Mortensen is gradually attempting to work his way into the trust and affections of boss Armin Mueller-Stahl, via his alcoholic, sexually ambiguous son Vincent Cassel. Into this hermetic universe stumbles Naomi Watts, as a hospital midwife attempting to translate the incriminating diary of a 14-year-old East European prostitute who died in childbirth. <\/p>\n<p class=\"copy\">The first half of the film is surprisingly dour. The screenplay was written by <I>Dirty Pretty Things<\/I>&#8216; Stephen Knight, and expands upon many of the themes present in that film: the lives of immigrants in London, their attempts to assimilate or to avoid assimilation, the grim suburban reality of organised crime. Then, for a time, it seems as though Knight&#8217;s sensibilities and Cronenberg&#8217;s are beginning to go head-to-head, as the bleak authenticity of the script is subtly undermined by the playful genre trickery of Cronenberg&#8217;s direction. Reality begins to warp, and the movies gradually intrude. By the time we reach the already infamous Turkish bath scene &#8211; a titanic smackdown in which Mortensen brutally slaughters two would-be assassins clad only in a number of intricate prison tattoos &#8211; all semblance of veracity has long since flown out the window, and we&#8217;re back in Bronson country.<\/p>\n<p class=\"copy\">\nThe Turkish bath scene also serves to illustrate Cronenberg&#8217;s newest and most playful preoccupation, one of the only major themes in <I>Eastern Promises<\/I> that was not also present in <I>A History of Violence<\/I>: the inherent homoeroticism bubbling beneath all such male bonding stories. Using Cassel&#8217;s conflicted character as his jumping-off point, Cronenberg examines (and pokes fun at) the seething sexual tension intrinsic to the gangster genre, and to any tight, all-male organisation, on screen or off. These characters&#8217; hatred and fear of women &#8211; as evidenced by their treatment of the innocent Watts, as well as their helpless slave-prostitutes &#8211; is offset by a desperate need for trust and companionship in their &#8216;business&#8217; relationships, a confused camaraderie that Cassel expresses physically, by constantly grabbing and touching Mortensen; even, in one scene, openly watching as he takes advantage of a young hooker.<\/p>\n<p class=\"copy\">\nIt is these quirky fixations that make <I>Eastern Promises<\/I> such a joy to watch. In the hands of almost any other director (one can imagine Stephen Frears tackling the script, or even Anthony Minghella), the film would have become a worthy parable of exploitation and integration, further brutalising its characters while softening the bone-crunching violence. But Cronenberg has the ability to see beyond the narrative, to see all the different possibilities inherent in the screenplay &#8211; not just a gritty slice-of-life or a rip-roaring gangster thriller, but everything in-between: a family melodrama, a clash of cultures, a test of an audience&#8217;s sensibilities, a critique of generic traditions, of middle-class ignorance, of urban disaffection. <\/p>\n<p class=\"copy\">The cast are uniformly excellent. Mueller-Stahl reprises his <I>Shine<\/I> role as the brutal overbearing father, but this time his transgressions go beyond beating his son into statutory rape and murder. Naomi Watts makes the best of a rather thankless role as the hapless suburbanite thrown into a situation she doesn&#8217;t understand, but her character only really comes to life in the final stages as she struggles to protect the illegitimate infant. Vincent Cassel&#8217;s part seems tailor-made for him &#8211; the screwed-up son of a far stronger man, lashing out helplessly at an unforgiving world, losing himself in drink and forbidden fantasies.<\/p>\n<p class=\"copy\">But this is Viggo Mortensen&#8217;s show, and he commits himself totally. Always a little too earnest, a little too obvious an actor to be taken seriously, Mortensen has been consistently written off in serious critical circles. <I>Eastern Promises<\/I> is without doubt his career highlight to date, the complete inhabitation of a complex, unforgiving character. His Russian accent is faultless &#8211; his face even seems to become more Slavic, his gestures and mannerisms unerringly authentic. He also manages to reflect the growing conflict within the film itself &#8211; in the opening scenes he is terse, convincing, frighteningly real. But as the film lets rip, so does Mortensen, becoming an angel of righteous vengeance, expanding to fill the cinema screen. <\/p>\n<p class=\"copy\">It&#8217;s hard to predict how <I>Eastern Promises<\/I> will be received when it opens the London Film Festival on October 17. It seems likely that audiences will respond to its heady mix of social realism and celebratory blood-letting, but critics may prove more sceptical. The film walks a fine line, raising some very serious contemporary issues but consistently failing to engage with them, preferring to throw in a new plot twist or another bloody murder. It&#8217;s about as subtle as a brick, and perhaps not as deep or thoughtful as it thinks it is. But the fact remains that <I>Eastern Promises<\/I> is ludicrously entertaining, playful and rebellious, the most consistently enjoyable Cronenberg film in two decades.<\/p>\n<p class=\"copy\"><I><B>Tom Huddleston <\/B><\/I><\/p>\n<div id=\"expander\"><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p><I>Eastern Promises<\/I> takes the subsurface concerns of <I>A History of Violence<\/I> and brings them out into the light, bolting them to an even more hysterically entertaining narrative of gangs, guns, prostitution and murder.<br \/>\n<I><B>Review by Tom Huddleston <\/B><\/I><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-205","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-cinema-releases"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","wps_subtitle":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/purUP-3j","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":5329,"url":"https:\/\/www.electricsheepmagazine.co.uk\/reviews\/2015\/02\/23\/rabid\/","url_meta":{"origin":205,"position":0},"title":"Rabid","author":"Pam Jahn","date":"February 23, 2015","format":false,"excerpt":"David Cronenberg\u2019s second horror film has a sexually transmitted virus wreak havoc on a Canadian city. 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