‘Gravity’ is deep space sublime
By ANN HORNADAY - The Washington Post
On its face, “Gravity” – a 3-D science-fiction action adventure about two astronauts at sea in a vast nightscape – sounds like just another disposable popcorn spectacle. An eye-popping, refreshingly escapist palate cleanser before the heavy stuff yet to come on a groaning board of an awards season.
And it is. But when an artist of the caliber of Alfonso Cuaron is at the helm, “Gravity” not only delivers on its promise of a wildly entertaining space adventure, but it becomes a groundbreaking addition to a genre already defined for the ages by the likes of “2001: A Space Odyssey.”
Like Stanley Kubrick before him, Cuaron is a master of the cinematic medium as both pop and high art; there are few filmmakers with his instinctive facility for long, bravura camera movements, breathtaking scope and taut storytelling (despite its ambition and sprawling canvas, this expertly edited film clocks in at a crisp hour and a half). Thanks to Cuaron’s prodigious gifts, “Gravity” succeeds simultaneously as a simple, classic shipwreck narrative (albeit at zero-gravity), and as an utterly breathtaking restoration of size and occasion to the movies themselves.
From its very first shot, “Gravity” pins viewers back in their seats, very rarely letting themselves regain their balance. The film opens on two NASA space travelers, mission specialist Ryan Stone (Sandra Bullock) and veteran astronaut Matt Kowalski (George Clooney), as they work outside their space shuttle, Stone trying to manage motion sickness on her first trip, Kowalski having fun with his nifty new jet pack and clowning around with Houston, hundreds of miles below.
It’s not too much of a spoiler to relate that, soon enough, the laughing stops – after one of the most terrifying, inspiring and masterfully composed visual sequences to be seen on screen this year.
What ensues is one character’s desperate attempt to survive as the oxygen runs out, an anguished scramble through a vast, unforgiving, pristinely silent universe that Cuaron, his longtime cinematographer Emmanuel Lubezki and their effects team capture with precision, elegance and an amazingly expressive sense of existential dread.
Using an ingenious combination of live action, computer-generated imagery, cutting-edge lighting techniques and 3-D, Cuaron puts viewers into the tumbling, floating, frighteningly un-rooted world of “Gravity,” where Bullock and Clooney convincingly move with both balletic grace and puffy, moon-man awkwardness.
With viewers in such assured hands, they can safely immerse themselves in the story, which, as written by Cuaron and his son, Jonas, mimics countless plots that have gone before in which a plucky lone soul defies the odds to live another day (or not).
Consonant with that tradition, there are moments of “Gravity” that could be unforgivably hokey, were it not for the utter persuasiveness with which the filmmakers and actors deliver them. Bullock does a particularly impressive job of marshaling what’s become her hallmark combination of grit, warmth and humor to invest a sense of gratifying ordinariness to a woman forced into extraordinary circumstances. Just when viewers think Stone’s plight couldn’t be more cosmically overwhelming, Bullock delivers the film’s best line – “I hate space” – with everyday whiny annoyance.
One could debate whether “Gravity” really needed a sentimental back story to make its protagonist relatable, but even that nod to Hollywood-101 storytelling and cliched one-liners can’t detract from the sensory amazement and sheer grandeur of what Cuaron has accomplished. With sound, image and perhaps most chillingly, silence, he leads the audience wherever he wants us to go – snaking through a blown-out space station, encased within the womb of an abandoned Russian capsule, untethered and at large in a frigid, indifferent starfield – with complete authority, astonishing verisimilitude and unsettling emotional depth.
It goes without saying that “Gravity” must be seen in theaters to be appreciated; the prospect of watching this movie on anything less than a 40-foot screen is tantamount to listening to Beethoven through a tin can and a string.
• “Gravity” received four out of four stars and is rated PG-13 for intense perilous sequences, some disturbing images and brief, strong profanity. The film runs 91 minutes.
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