Bone Picking – The Lovely Bones

There’s a fair number of criticisms that I have come across with ‘The Lovely Bones’. They were more than just numerous, so much so that that it made me wonder whether it is actually the same film that Peter Jackson was announced to helm made some time ago. In fact, while I was aware of that bit of news, it’s production, development and release had nearly passed me by until the Oscar nominations was announced, when Stanley Tucci was decreed as one of the worthy nominees as a supporting actor. “Ah, that one,” I remembered thinking, “it was already released?”

In fact it was, and that was some time ago in the U.S. And it didn’t do very well.

She was the winner of the 'balance beams on bobble hat' contest.

But let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves. ‘The Lovely Bones’ tells the story of Susie Salmon (Saoirse Ronan), a 14-year old girl for whom life nearly happened. For a while, it seemed to be perfect, though. Though suffering from the angst of every other teenager of the same age, she had a loving family, protective parents like Jack (Mark Wahlberg) and Abigail (Rachel Weisz), as well as a healthy (enough) relationship with her younger siblings, Lindsey (Rose McIver) and Buckley (Christian Thomas Ashdale) . At school, a guy she had a crush on, Ray Singh (Reece Ritchie), actually asked her out on a date (actually wanted to try to kiss her when he did so. Kids move fast in the 70s…). It is unfortunate, then, that she would meet an early demise at the hands of the creepy old guy she has for a neighbour, George Harvey (Stanley Tucci). And at his hands did her demise she meet, and Susie’s spirit watches from above how the people in her lives dealt with her loss.

It is the scene of her first ‘proper’ meeting with Mr. Harvey (as she has taken to calling him), that things began to look for this film. Up until then, they were plodding along, not at all unkindly, but there was little that was too special. Personally, I liked the idea of her getting into photography; the potential for suspense here was immense. I had dismissed it initially, thinking that it wasn’t anything particularly special, until his parents realised that there were many, many rolls of films that she shot that were still undeveloped. It made me think a little bit: how intriguing would it be to be able to uncover what other people feel, think and see after they have passed on? I suppose within the modern context, it would be like going through someone’s laptop or phone to uncover clues or more insight. It became one of the key elements of the film, and a lesson to me personally: never dismiss the things that comes on the screen. It might just come back to jab its finger in your face and shout, “HA HA!”

He mixed up his dollhouse collection once again.

Anyways, things looked mighty beautiful up until this point. The colour tones were bright, the clothes classy, the music…totally awesome! I totally dig the soundtrack, which shifts from 70s fun to beautifully spaced-out, dreamy piano pieces. Back and forth, back and forth, within the opening twenty minutes or so.

And then things changed, aided by the aforementioned music. Things became slow, the music more spaced out, and the colours…changed. Everything became slightly colder, abandoning the 70s warmth that we felt within the opening scenes. When she encountered Mr. Harvey in the field on the way back home one day, in some of the shots the tones and colours even combined altogether in one shot. Mr. Harvey on the left, Susie on the right. Mr. Harvey is within the shadows somewhat, the sunlight having fallen behind the trees, and Susie is still within the light of the living. Even the trees in the background was different on their respective sides. All framed and composed within that one shot, as the camera dollies slowly to the left. Beautiful.

And it is this one word that I kept coming back to when I think back about this film: beautiful. Even in moments of extreme violence, everything was so beautiful lit and shot. In fact, this film is incredibly colourful. In stark contrast to a lot of the films I saw, which maintains a single colour palette all the way through, this film mixes and matches with almost-reckless abandon. I say almost, because it is clear that Peter Jackson and his art direction team knows what they’re doing (duh). The house, for example, is almost always lit warmly, evoking a certain sense of happiness and belonging that, for me at least, was very homely. Things could change easily within moments, like the mood and tempo of any given scene, and the colours and music were tools that were effectively utilised to effect this.

Recycling bottles wasn't a big thing back then.

Beautiful, too, is a word that could be used to describe the cast members. Let’s be honest, they’re all rather pleasant to look at. Rachel Weisz is no slouch in this department, and neither is, somewhat surprisingly, Saoirse Ronan (who, despite what I may or may not say in times when I felt like it, is not related to former Boyzone member Ronan Keating 🙂 ); her eyes were somewhat mesmerising to be lost in. Mark Wahlberg, I suspect, will appeal to many, not just with his looks, but with his performance as well. I have to admit, I didn’t really think of him as an actor who is old enough to play the role of a father, but the days of Marky Mark are obviously long-gone. Here, he displayed a maturity in his performance that I did not detect before (not even in ‘The Happening’, when he played another father). He has done action, quiet intensity, and even comedy rather well, but I feel that ‘The Lovely Bones’ will stick out rather nicely on his CV. Susan Sarandon, too, is a breath of fresh air that blew in out of nowhere and owned almost every room of the house. I absolutely loved her here, and finds myself thinking that she had a lot of fun playing this role.

I suppose beautiful might not be the right word to describe Stanley Tucci’s performance as a slightly-psychotic creepy old guy of the neighbourhood. I like how he remained a somewhat mysterious figure throughout the film, the guy whose motives couldn’t really be figured out even if you sit down long enough to think about it. There’s a nice little mystery about him, and he himself managed to change himself almost beyond recognition, making my skin crawl just a little bit at times (check out the bits when he sits quietly in the car, alone, in the dark, just…looking at the kids of the neighbourhood).

As it turns out, all those fears about UV rays were baseless.

It is a little unfortunate, then, that I find myself being somewhat dissatisfied with the whole film. Though this is just a personal preference, I do not believe that extensive interference from the powers that be is the way to move a film forward. This is called deus ex machina (one clear example would be Sam’s eventual revival in ‘Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen’). If it’s somewhat limited to just one or two incidents, it might’ve be OK, but that’s not quite the case here. Susie, refusing to let go of her family, tries instead to help them. I understand that this may well be one of the key elements that has to be preserved from the book itself, but nevertheless, it made things a little too direct, a little too simple. The voiceover, which explained everything so directly in almost every scene, was also somewhat unnecessary. It might have been even creepier had the visuals did all the talking.

A pity, really, because the film is visually stunning at times. Perhaps this is little more than nit picking, but the very idea underlying the story alone, as it turns out, became something that didn’t quite wash with me. It may not do so with yours, given the beauty of the film as a whole, and strong all-round performances from everyone. It’s also not to say that I would know a better way to translate the material from the book to the screen, but the end product, as it is, becomes something that doesn’t quite have enough meat on the bone to truly satisfy.

However lovely those bones may be.

Fikri hearts Saoirse Ronan. But then again, some would say that he hearts everyone. 🙂

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3 thoughts on “Bone Picking – The Lovely Bones

  1. the sad thing about this film is, it just did not do justice to the book (which was more than beyond amazing, to say the least)

    being breathtakingly beautiful/visually orgasmic does not compensate for the horrendously weak script!!! (penned by the executive producers themselves… i guess next time they should hire ACTUAL writers..)

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