More of a ramble than a review.
I’m pretty sure this joke has been made before, but don’t
they say ‘never work with children, water or animals’? That seems to be the
cliché that filmmakers always use for some reason, even though the best films
have always ignored it. Think of Jaws,
E.T. or The Birds – they break the rules, and they’re some of the best
films ever made. Life of Pi, however,
breaks all three and is incredible because of it. This is very brave
filmmaking. Ever since Yann Martel’s Life
of Pi won the Booker prize in 2002, people have being saying that the book is
unfilmable, and, looking at it with a rational mind, I guess they’re right;
the majority of it is set on a lifeboat (although that didn’t stop Hitchcock
when he made Lifeboat in 1944) and
one of the central characters is a Bengali tiger named Richard Parker. There’s
also this whole thing about whether it’s all in Pi’s mind or not, but that can
be ignored for now. To be honest, Ang Lee is someone I have never really wanted
to know more about. I knew he made Crouching
Tiger, which I have only vague recollections as a child, and Brokeback Mountain, which I don’t
remember enjoying much, but Life of Pi
is such an accomplished film that all of my reservations about him have been
swept away.
The film is told to
us by an older Pi, who has been visited by Rafe Spall, an author with writer’s
block looking for something to write about, and Pi explains that not only will
his story cure his writer’s block, but also it will make him believe in God.
Now that’s interesting isn’t it? That’s a good opening to a story. It also introduces the very strong themes of
religion and story-telling that I think are brilliant themes, especially for a
film such as this. Now, this framing device of having Pi himself tell us what
happened is, I think, ingenious and it’s one of the main reasons why this film
works on the level it does. As the story progresses, sections of the older Pi’s
narration are slotted in between scenes, with the author asking a question or
two, and this paces the film in such a way that it never becomes dull. It’s
strange though, and very impressive, to realise that the longest stretch of the
film without any of this narration is when Pi and Richard Parker are stranded
on the boat, as if Ang Lee is saying ‘I don’t need anything to help me make
this story interesting – I can do it perfectly well on my own thanks’.
For anyone who hasn’t
read or seen Life of Pi (and you
should probably not be reading this if you haven’t done either), the story
begins with a little boy named Piscine Molitor Patel (named after a French
swimming pool) whose family owns a zoo in Pondicherry with large sloths,
multi-coloured toucans, sprinting lizards, massive snakes and of course, a
tiger named Richard Parker. The opening shots of the zoo are beautiful and make
me wish I had seen it in 3D. Having suffered constant bullying (no pissing in the
playground, Piscine!), Piscine decides to changes his name to Pi, and there’s
this wonderful scene of him writing out the hundreds of decimal places of pi as
the whole class cheers him on. He is raised as a Hindu, but as a fourteen year
old he is introduced to Christianity and also discovers Islam and so begins to
follow all three religions, much to the annoyance of his father. He loves
animals and music and he meets a pretty girl who he takes a fancy to, but one
day his father reveals that they are moving to Canada, and taking all of their
animals with them in a boat across the Atlantic. Sad. Once they’re on the ship,
along with Gerard Depardieu the cook and a few happy Buddhists, the boat
inexplicably sinks.
The underwater
filming at this point is beautiful. Never have I seen a shipwreck so impressive
as this (yes, even Titanic pales in
comparison), with a zebra kicking its frantic legs and birds and lizards
hopping from railing to railing attempting to escape the storm. There’s a
moment when Pi jumps off the lifeboat because Richard Parker starts to clamber
in, and he plunges into the sea beneath the waves and everything goes quiet. He
sees the boat, now completely submerged, its lights flickering and you realise that
his whole family is dead. So sad, but still, so beautiful.
When eventually the
storm clears, it’s like watching a sitcom with mismatched roommates. There’s a
zebra with a broken leg, an orang-utan who’s lost her child, a blood-hungry
hyena, Richard Parker hiding under the tarpaulin and Pi, who is clinging
desperately to the prow. Who’s going to eat who? It’s a very tense situation,
and one that Ang Lee pulls off very well, especially because each animal has
its own human characteristic – you feel so sorry for the zebra, and yet you
hate that hyena so much, and Pi – well, he can’t really do much, particularly
when two of his shipmates are carnivorous. Once this is all settled, and it’s
just Pi and the tiger, the story isn’t any less powerful, in fact, it becomes
more so. Their relationship grows and grows, and it’s a credit to newcomer
Suraj Sharma that the audience is captivated throughout. When shooting the
film, most of the time he was acting on his own – there was no tiger, which is
pretty astounding when you think about it.
Then there’s the
whale and the jellyfish and meerkat island – there’s too much to talk about,
and it all contributes to this wild and magical picture of the ocean, how it
can be deadly at times, but also very humbling and peaceful; there are scenes
where the camera is held directly over the boat and through the clear water you
can see large whales and schools of bright fish swimming underneath.
And the ending. I
liked the ending – the ambiguity of the book was kept and it was left up to the
audience whether Pi’s story was what actually happened, and why I liked it was
because it fitted so well with those themes of religion and story-telling. ‘Which
story do you like the best?’, Pi asks the author, and in a way this is what
religion is – you choose the story you like the best and it has nothing
whatsoever to do with proof. The story he gave to the shipping company about
surviving on the lifeboat with his mother and the cook seems to me like the ‘rational’
explanation, or the ‘scientific’ way of looking at things. Perhaps a
representation of atheism and theism? Anyway, no matter what the deeper meaning,
the film on the surface is still an incredible piece of work, and I should
think that many Oscars will come its way sooner or later, and rightly so.