|
People
familiar with the work of Brazilian filmmaker Fernando Meirelles,
who crafted the offbeat comedy Maids, might be floored by
his latest big-screen effort.
City of God is every bit as violent as Narc,
just as gritty as Amores Perros,
nearly as relentless as Moulin Rouge,
and just as fleshed out as anything Quentin Tarantino has ever
made. But
Meirelles's picture one-ups those others because it's based on a
true story set in a Rio de Janeiro housing project called Cidade
de Deus (Bráulio Mantovani adapts the novel which took Paulo
Lins eight years to write).
Being
dropped into Cidade de Deus is no less intense than what we've
experienced in Bloody Sunday
or Black Hawk Down.
We begin in the late '60s, when the housing project was
relatively new (despite having no electricity or paved roads),
yet had already succumbed to violent behavior begat by drug use
and trade. The
focus of the early section of God is on a group of boys
called The Tender Trio, and from there, the film follows the
lives of two of the Trio over the next few decades.
Rocket
(Alexandre Rodrigues) has a bad-ass older brother, but, after
quickly learning a life of crime isn't for him, decides to
pursue an interest in photography.
Lil' Zé (Leandro Firmino da Hora), on the other hand, is
rotten to the core and envisions a time when he controls Cidade
de Deus like some kind of South American Bill the Butcher.
Zé certainly isn't the only hard character in God.
Most of them make Hollywood's gun-toting, hip gangsta
wannabes look like the cast of Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya
Sisterhood. And
there are a ton of them, too.
It's
one thing to make a two-plus-hour non-linear film with dozens of
characters (each one memorable) that covers nearly 30 years, but
it takes a very special filmmaker to do that and, by
injecting a little humor in between horrifyingly violent scenes
of kids killing kids, flash enough style to warrant comparison
to Tarantino, Alejandro González Iñárritu, Paul Thomas
Anderson, (a pre-Swept Away) Guy Ritchie and, of course,
Martin Scorsese. Meirelles
throws everything at the screen but the kitchen sink, using a
split-screen, a very likable voiceover and editing the likes of
which I've never seen. If
the first five minutes of God don't suck you in, it's time to
scoop out your eyes and get new ones.
More
than once, cinematographer César Charlone shows us the carnage
of a battle from overhead (a la the crescendo of Scorsese's Taxi
Driver), giving us The Big Guy's perspective of life in the
slums. And we get a
different, harder-hitting point of view when the closing credits
roll, revealing photos of the real-life people on which these
characters were based. Meirelles and Co. may have honed their
storytelling capabilities with Palace II, a 21-minute
Mantovani-penned short about Lin's take on Cidade de Deus. And
how's this for a good story:
God was filmed in a housing project called Cidade
Alta, whose drug trade was run by a guy named Paulo Sergio Magno,
who just happened to be arrested in the theatre lobby while
attending a special screening of God.
Who said films don't make the world a better place?
| 2:15
- |
 |
for
strong brutal violence, sexuality, drug content and
language |
|