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Monday, July 11, 2016

The BFG (2016): A Whizpopper!

In olden times, the most one could hope for in a children’s movie was a simple but flowing kiddy story, some ultra-basic but satisfying slapstick (e.g. Wiley Coyote getting outwitted again and again by Roadrunner), some schmaltzy, nostalgic, comforting moral and/or a bit of nostalgia in the case of chestnuts like Dumbo or Sleeping Beauty.  With Disney productions, one might get some good songs, too. Then, in 1992, along came Aladdin with the riffing, multi-level humor of Robin Williams; and in 1995, Toy Story from Pixar, the first of the feature length Pixar films, blending stories intended to appeal to youngsters and their parents with high quality CGI imagery, imaginative characters, and frequent jokes and references cleverly imbedded for the exclusive benefit of parents and other elders.

Nowadays, even while most children’s features are sophisticated, high production-value films, as we enter the cinema we grown-ups still usually need to adjust our expectations a little bit: for stories from a child’s point of view; for innocent children or anthropomorphic creatures as protagonists; and for oversimplified, typically binary moral messages. In other words it helps to park your cynicism at the door, raise up your inner child and let yourself be carried away. Otherwise, you are likely to be disappointed. *

·       To be clear, I’m talking about kids’ movies here, not adult-oriented animations like, say, Waking Life (2001), Persepolis (2007), Coraline (2009) or The Wind Rises (2013).

The BFG is somewhat of a rarity: a big budget (est. $140 million) kids’ movie produced and directed by a major, world class director. Unlike Scorsese’s Hugo (2011), this movie – directed by Stephen Spielberg and written by the late Melissa Mathison (E.T.: The Extra-Terrestrial – 1982) - actually feels like it was designed for young kids to enjoy, even while it packs plenty of pleasures for the rest of us. It’s an adaptation of a charming book of the same title, from 1982, by the late, great Roald Dahl (Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, James and the Giant Peach, Amazing Mr. Fox). This was one of my kids’ favorites as they were growing up. Unlike many of Dahl’s children’s stories The BFG does not feature evil, abusive adults as villains. Instead, we get evil, child-eating giants. But the tone is so light and the prose so humorous that the big, bad giants aren’t so much scary as curiously, comically loutish.  The title character too is a giant, but a smallish one, a mere twenty-five feet tall, known as “Runt” to his much, much larger brethren. And he’s a vegetarian.

The giants live in a far off land not found on any maps (since it - and they - are unknown to humans) called simply “Giant Country.” The big brutes have names like Fleshlumpeater and Gizzardgulper, and do little but sleep or idly laze about all day, thinking of the coming night’s feasting. The BFG, though, has a calling: he spends his days gathering dreams and his nights slipping the nicest ones into the sleeping minds of English children. It is on one of these nights, as he is skulking around the streets of her town, that the BFG is spied by precocious eight year old Sophie, from the window of the orphanage in which she resides. He kidnaps Sophie to protect the secrecy of the giants, and takes her to his cave lair in Giant Country.

BFG stands for Big Friendly Giant, for that is what he is, as Sophie quickly discovers. He is a delightful character, not only because of a sweet disposition and kindly nature, but because of his unique and charming patois – a blend of English and fantasy.  People are “human beans” to the BFG (and the other giants). “I just love the way you talk”, says Sophie as she gets to know him. “How wondercrump!” replies the BFG, beaming. “How whoopsy-splunkers! How absolutely squiffling!  I is all of a stutter.”

Dahl’s writing makes the book a treat to read and gives the BFG his great charm. Spielberg’s picture borrows the BFG’s wonderful language as much as possible, but it is the actor Mark Rylance who inhabits the character and brings that charm to life. Sure, the BFG is a CGI-generated character, but his face (and thus not only his voice but the entire performance) is effectively that of Rylance - created through the CGI process known asperformance capture.  Fresh off his Academy Award winning work playing the spy Rudolph Abel in Spielberg’s last film, Bridge of Spies (2015), Rylance is delightfully brilliant again here. Spielberg knows a good thing when he finds it, and the actor has already been signed to star in the director’s next two feature films.

Eleven-year-old Ruby Barnhill more than holds her own as Sophie, presenting her as a clever, spunky, self-assured child with an aplomb well beyond her years. I suspect we will be seeing more of her in future.

Much credit for the look and feel of The BFG must go to Production Designer extraordinaire Rick Carter (Jurassic Park -1993, Polar Express - 2004,  Avatar - 2009, Star Wars: The Force Awakens - 2015) and to Spielberg’s long-time cinematographer Janusz Kaminski (Schindler’s List - 1993, Saving Private Ryan - 1998, Munich - 2005, Lincoln - 2012) At the outset, we experience the orphanage in which Sophie resides, very much from a child’s point of view; it’s nighttime – the witching hour – a bright moon floods its blueish light through the great window of Sophie’s dormitory, casting ominous shadows and creating a mood that suggests anything can happen. The BFG himself is a terrific cross between the actor Mark Rylance (as noted above) and the sketchy illustrations of Quentin Reynolds in Dahl’s book. His great flying leaps, galloping with Sophie in tow to the land of the giants, are at once magical and exhilarating. BFG’s cave lair is imaginatively set in a believable mizzen-reality, akin to our real world yet clearly different, with giant furnishings, gargantuan snozzcumbers and other unique oddities. The strikingly rendered hilltop realm from which BFG collects dreams somehow works even while it reverses the laws of physics. The integration of live action characters with the BFG (and the other giants) is essentially seamless.

Transferring the story from a slight book into a nearly two hour visual extravaganza required some modifications, of course. In some respects, the movie is more thrilling than the book, which is generally a good thing. The humor is broadened to take advantage of the new visual context, also a good thing; it’s no longer just the language, the action can get us laughing on its own.  For example, the penultimate scene, in which the Queen of England (Penelope Wilton), her retinue, and even her beloved corgis try some of BFG’s delicious fizzy green frobscottle, is just priceless - in a tastefully tasteless way (and a great improvement over a more tepid treatment in the book).

I quite enjoyed The BFG, and I suspect you will too, along with any young’uns you may wish to bring along.  I saw it on a pretty big screen and in 3D with excellent Dolby Digital sound, which was definitely worth it. This is one that I’d recommend catching in a theater if possible. The movie is rated PG, so you can use your judgment. Those under seven or eight may be more bewildered than dazzled, I’d guess.

117 minutes.
In wide release.




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