Yes, we all know we’re entering that age of cinema where CGI wizards are dictating our screens and the real is being ‘seamlessly’ integrated with the fantastical. But there comes a time when you have to sit and look at a predominately CGI movie with fatigue and a tad of despair. Steven Spielberg’s adaptation of Roald Dahl’s The BFG is the best to do that with this year.
Telling a beautiful story about an unlikely friendship between orphan,
Sophie (Ruby Barnhill) and a giant (Mark Rylance) that takes her away to Giant
Country after she sees him engaging in his nightly hobby of delivering good
dreams to people, The BFG, standing
for ‘Big Friendly Giant’, is a childhood classic for a generation of Roald Dahl
readers. Many people will probably remember Brian Cosgrove’s original animated
film from 1989 with sparkly fondness and instantly the desire to watch this
film is constructed purely on the power of childhood nostalgia and a good
story.
However, despite the magnetic pull of nostalgia and an undeniable level
of prettiness that can instantly be expected from such a fantastical story
being CGI-ed into the realms of Avatar,
The BFG is more of an example of what
happens when CGI upsets the balance of the movie experience.
Firstly, you can’t
help but think that they may as well have done the entire film through a
computer because the majority of it looks so computerised anyway. Aside from
the props that little Ruby had to work against or hide behind, everything has
that fantastical CG sheen and the scale and balance is really off because there
is no scene where the two sides, real and computerised, are equally featured.
We either have the CGI BFG in the real world looking very out of place or
Sophie in Giant Country looking equally foreign and wrong.
Yes, you can argue
that this is the whole point, but it still doesn’t stop you becoming disjointed
from the movie, which is not what cinema is meant to do.
Secondly, the scale of
computer wizardry does take its toll on the performance of the actors. The
voice actors are all home and hosed delivering great performances through their
vocal cords, but for the rest of the cast who have to act against green screen,
teleprompts, and weird poles with painted faces or actors with yellow dots at
major muscle points, there’s a bit to be desired. Little Ruby does give it a
red hot go, so bless her for that, but it feels like lack of character
understanding, development, and direction got the better of her and it can only
push a lead so far. As for the Queen of England and everyone in Buckingham
Palace, I think I’ve seen better performances from those shop mannequins
without faces.
Yes it’s harsh, but the distinct feeling that someone is reading
from a teleprompter without really investing themselves in it is kind of
annoying and again, it takes you out of the movie experience. I go to the
movies to be transported through time and space into other worlds and when
something in the film dumps me back on my arse in reality, then I get a little
peeved.
To give credit where credit is due, for all the upset of balance that
it causes, the CGI is actually very lovely and visually stunning and the cast
itself is very good. Both Mark Rylance and Jemaine Clement as the villain are
excellent. The story speaks for itself, with all those great childhood morals
of bravery and overcoming adversity and the humour and jabbing wit that infuses
many of Dahl’s books, mainly aimed at figures of authority, are definitely in
there. At the end of the day, The BFG
is a fine family movie, a good one to take the kids to and the story that many
people grew up loving is no way distorted or reshaped by the blend of live
actors and CGI, which is a plus. But, if you’re like me and expect an engulfing
and wonderful movie experience, then be weary of the aforementioned potholes
that may jolt you back to the reality.
Starring: Mark Rylance, Ruby Barnhill, Jemaine Clement, Penelope Wilton, Rebecca Hall, Rafe Spall, Bill Hader, Olafur Darri Olafsson, Adam Godley, Michael Adamthwaite, Daniel Bacon, Jonathan Holmes, Chris Gibbs, Paul Moniz de Sa, and Marilyn Norry.
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