Kevin Smith. What can you say about him that has not already been said? If you are a Generation X-er, your answer would probably be “not much.” His appeal may be limited to a certain niche that were in their early to mid 20s when he first entered the Indie film scene with his surprise smash hit, Clerks, but it’s a niche which has been nothing if not vociferously passionate. His fans have followed his various forays in genre filmmaking, some more successful than others, yet it is arguably the cinematic universe he created known as the View Askewniverse for which he is most renowned.
The date is April 16, 1917. We open on a picturesque scene of a meadow on a calm, spring day. Two English soldiers sleeping under a tree in blissful contentment are suddenly awoken by their commanding officer to report in the main barracks. As they make their way through the trenches, all color washes out, the sky is overcast with dark clouds, and their breath lingers in the frigid air. This oppressive, foreboding ambience sets the mood for Sam Mendes’ 1917.
2019 didn’t mark the beginning or end of anything in cinema. Rather, it provided a return to well-tread grounds for discussion, primarily what cinema really means in the context of multimedia streaming platforms and corporate monopolization of the global market.
If there is a prevailing force which compels us to retell old stories, I would argue its one of comfort. The familiarity of a beloved tale provides us an opportunity to anticipate familiar beats and observe slight variations in the version a given raconteur presents to us. Louisa May Alcott may have kept this desire in mind when writing Little Women, and Greta Gerwig certainly embodies it in her adaptation. That isn’t to say that the previous cinematic iterations, only two of which were directed by women filmmakers, of the March sisters were lacking this factor. Yet Gerwig has endeavored to set herself apart from her predecessors through a dual subversion of and fidelity toward an American literary classic, a balance which proves to be graceful, if occasionally stilted, in its flourishes of modernity.
Murder Mysteries share several common denominators, primarily a private investigator, a victim, a list of suspects, their possible motives, and ultimately the killer revealed. The key to a good detective story lies in the author’s mixture of these ingredients. A Whodunit’s greatness can be determined by its intricate plotting or by its memorable characters, notably the lead detective, from Hercule Poirot to Miss Marple. In rare instances, the elements blend with a humorous touch, often to the point of parody, as in Murder by Death or Clue.
Rian Johnson made his directorial film debut fourteen years ago with Brick, a neo-noir set in high school whose characters spoke in the parlance of a Dashiel Hammett yarn. Now, he comes out with his latest feature, Knives Out, an entertaining romp that has fun with its first rate cast of characters without ever tipping into full-on caricature. It’s Johnson’s love letter to the genre, but his decision to place it in a contemporary setting subverts the material and makes it refreshing in a sociopolitical context.