Friday, December 17, 2010
Miguel Ángel Vivas and his new Spanish movie KIDNAPPED (Secuestrados)? Maybe. Clearly, Señor Vivas means his film as a provocation to its audience -- which it sure as hell is. But is it much more than that? TrustMovies has doubts. He admits (and grudingly admires) this filmmaker's talent, which is often on noticeable display throughout this 85-minute movie, but at the finale (there's ain't no denouement here) he felt annoyed and abused. (Which is exactly the effect, he suspects, for which the filmmaker hoped.)
Haneke's Funny Games (either version) comes immediately to mind, as well as Inside from Bustillo & Maury. But Kidnapped is something different. It doesn't (and I don't think it gives a shit about this) play fair with its audience. Consequently, once the film concludes, anger may be the audience's biggest response. But then, a bit later (like right now -- several hours down the road, as I am writing this review), I find myself grinning as I type and rethink the movie.
Javier García) Vivas withholds the blood and gore for quite awhile, and then lets it come on full force. (The most violent scene provoked loud screams from the Walter Reade audience the afternoon I saw the film. But the filmmaker lets us know this is OK: the victim has been shown to be a very naughty Albanian, these days the eastern European bad-guy of choice.)
IFC Films has picked up Kidnapped for its On-Demand IFC Midnight series, after which a DVD debut is probably in the cards. When the official VOD dates are announced, I'll keep you posted.
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