November 14, 1999
So today was another race to finish Dad's project. I got cracking as soon as I woke up, groggy and sore still from the night on the couch. Sabs let me sleep, aware of my fatigue.
It was just after noon before I really got going on it and then I paused to take a shower.
And then the phone rang. And it was my friend Anne.
Anne was a sophomore when I was a senior at Smith and she went to Paris for her junior year. She spent last year being a Resident Advisor at Chapin House and now is last at home in Maryland working before going last to grad school, hopefully next year.
I'd been trying to find her contact information for a while, since I'd lost her phone number and email to her address has been bouncing like a rock,. However, in my excavations yesterday, I found her number scrawled on a sticky note and hidden underneath some postcards, so I called and left a message.
We chatted for over an hour and made plans to meet up next weekend at the Smithsonian, since we're both kind of jonesing for some museum action.
Finally I managed to get dressed and we zoomed out the door to pick up a late lunch at the food court at the mall and catch the 3:30pm showing of The Messenger.
Now, this movie has gotten a lot of flak from critics and viewers alike. So I don't know why I liked it so much. Everything in this movie, from the effects to the costumes has been picked apart by the majority of folks who have seen it.
It's enough to make me wonder why people hate this movie so much.
What I saw, moved me. Yes, the gore was over the top. Yes, there were a bunch of scenes that felt like they were stretched out too long, especially in the beginning of the movie. Did the young Jeanne really need to run through no less than six fields of flowers in different bright colors?
There were also moments of rough acting, especially during one of the battle scenes in which Joan exhorts the men to get up and fight at the crack of dawn and actress Milla Jovovich keeps repeating the line "Wake up my soldiers!" like a broken record.
But these rough patches aside, the film as a whole was mesmerizing. I was drawn in straight away by the intensity of Jane Valentine playing the younger Jeanne. The excesses of emotion, be it joy or grief, of which the child is capable are established right off the bat and contrasted effectively with the horrors of an attack on her small village.
As a student of history, I have to object to the liberties taken with historical facts about Jeanne, namely the inclusion of the rape and murder of her sister. However, this embellishment becomes important later on when Joan is faced with the implications of her actions in the tensely wound jail sequences that show a woman deeply conflicted about her faith and her supposed mission from God.
In fact, what emerges at the end of the movie, is a story that is less about Joan, than about faith, divine right and human motivation. Critics have lambasted the film for spending too much time on the battlefield, yet each of those scenes is important for gauging how Joan changes after each altercation.
On the other hand, I got the distinct impression that this film was trying to do too much -- it felt as if it would better have been served by being broken up into two films: Joan Triumphant and Joan Defeated.
Yet on the whole all of the performances are strong, with John Malkovich playing a deliciously indecisive Dauphin, Faye Dunaway as the type of strong, yet manipulative medieval women I've become accustomed to seeing on film. French actors Tcheky Karyo, Pascal Greggory, and Vincent Cassel engagingly play the trio of warriors with whom Joan winds up fighting her battles. It is through their eyes that we see first curiosity and dismissal toward the Maiden, then grudging respect for no-holds barred approach and finally loyalty fueled by affection for the fierce young woman.
Milla Jovovich turns in a solid if not overly deep performance. She effectively conveys the emotionality that can often accompany strong feelings of faith and the burden of being "chosen" shows clearly in her eyes. She is at her best though when showing the ferocity that can seize even the most pious on the battlefield and in the final scenes when Joan slowly unravels between the walls of her prison.
Essentially, she attempts to give a no-holds barred performance, but there is still a sense of holding last that prevents this portrayal of Joan from being as fine-tuned as it could be. However, I think this role amply proves that Jovovich is more than just a pretty face, especially since she spends most of the film looking most unpretty indeed, covered with dirt, blood and wearing a hair cut that doesn't even look good on the guys.
I am still haunted by the imagery of the film, especially the juxtapositions between Joan's colorfully poetic visions and the gore of battle.
During the credits, Sabs turned to me and asked if we could pick it up on DVD when it comes out. I nodded agreeably, still mulling over the ideas that sprang into my head as a result of the film, especially those concerning self-delusion and how easily people can justify things to themselves.
We picked up two Cinnabon on the way out of the mall, discussing the film animatedly, teh conversation slowly drifting into a discussion of faith and the role of the church throughout history.
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Gah it just steams me up, especially since it cost me major sleep.