Chris Knipp
08-20-2008, 03:14 AM
Brad Anderson: Transsiberian (2008)
Old fashioned train thriller with fresh, intense atmosphere
Review by Chris Knipp
Trains are famously atmospheric, especially on long runs across remote areas like the one from China to Moscow through Siberia. Et voilĂ*: the Transsiberian Railway; Brad Anderson happens to have ridden it when he was young, and as the background of this new film it's a place as attractive as it is menacing. The quartet who meet in a compartment aren't really likable, but you're thrown in with them, like on a train--the way Roy (Woody Harrelson), his wife Jessie (Emily Mortimer), Carlos (Eduardo Noriega) and Abby (Kate Mara) are thrown together in this tight, exciting, basically old fashioned thriller. This is the new Russia of big money and mafia corruption, but the ingredients are tried and true. Strangers on train: there's something Hitchcockian about the way innocent people get roped into incriminating situations and then appear perhaps not to be so innocent after all.
They're on a very long ride, and in the overheated intensity of the cars (you can't seem to pry the windows open) things are blown out of proportion. They are too naive, too suspicious, too sexy. Roy's too pious and decent and upbeat. Look at the donut and not at the hole, is his motto. He's a very Christian hardware dealer and Jessie is his wife with a wild past that comes out when she meets another woman. Roy and Jessie are returning from some sort of Christian outreach project to help children in China. Roy's like a little boy himself: he loves trains. The Transsiberian is like a huge toy all for him. He's very devoted to Jessie. But the sex hasn't been going too well.
Then the next day sexiness arrives when a younger couple enters the compartment. Carlos and Abby say they were teaching in Japan. However, Carlos, a handsome devil who has his eye on Jessie, seems to know a little too much about how to get past customs with a dodgy passport. He shows off theirs proudly to Jessie, who's had a bit of trouble with the Russians. Her passport and Roy's are too pristine, he says. It makes the officials suspicious. His and Abby's are packed with stamps. They look "real." He's got some of those Russian dolls, the little lacquered things like shmoos only with babushka heads, one inside the other. He says his are special, and he's going to sell them for a lot of money.
Well, he is, but that isn't why.
The train makes long stops, and Roy is so fascinated with the cars, he gets involved in a conversation with Carlos, and then the train takes off without him. Abby and Jessie have had a heart-to-heart and Jessie has confessed she had a lot of drug and alcohol problems. Roy says they "met by accident" because they met in an accident, when she was driving drunk, and he stayed with her in the hospital. That's when he told her the donut and the hole story.
Carlos is dangerous, handsome, and predatory. Jessie has that wild side gesturing wildly to be let out again. And he could be just the one to let it out.
When Roy gets left behind Jessie has to get off at the next stop and wait for him. Carlos and Abby insist on getting off with her and keeping her company. And that's when the trouble really begins. Stuff happens. Surprising stuff. Or not. Depends on how good you are at predicting this kind of plot.
But the thing is, Brad Anderson and his writing collaborator Will Conroy have put together a story rich in atmosphere, that really convinces you all this could only happen here, on the train, in the snow, in the none-too-touristic rural Russian hotel and on a bus, and out in the middle of nowhere. The outdoors is all snow. The train cars are rickety and yet tough. The woman attendants are all Nurse Ratcheds who speak nothing but loud angry disapproving Russian. The food sucks, but the vodka flows. (Jessie refuses it, but when things get tough, she downs a shot. This is a world bad enough to make all but the strongest lose their sobriety, and she wears her heart on her sleeve.) The Russian fellow travelers are a mixture of camaraderie and hostility.
And then, of course, along comes Ben Kingsley, as Grinko, detective of Russian Narcotics Bureau (no articles, please). When Roy reappears, he's made friends with Grinko. Well, before that, early on, we happen to have seen Grinko examine a man at a table in Vladivostok with a knife buried in the back of his head. Cherchez les drugs.
I can't tell you any more. I can just say that the trains are so lovely they make you understand Roy's enthusiasm. Seen from outside, the steamy carriages give off a delicious white smoky ooze in the freezing air. To heighten our sense of the visual in all this, Jessie is a good amateur photographer, armed with an expensive digital Canon with a big lens and she's always showing someone faces or scenes she's captured: the camera is her protection from the strangeness around her. Meanwhile, images on the big screen often jump with a hand-held camera, easy to handle in the cramped carriages. Excellent DP Xavi Giménez, who worked with Anderson on The Machinist, also steps back to take in long views outdoors, notably of a haunting, skeletal, ruined Russian church out in the waste, and of a hawk in the sky, or a bunch of huddled old ladies at a station near a rubbish bin where Jessie is trying to dump something incriminating. But wait. Mustn't tell.
It all hinges on moral ambiguity--people who used to be bad, who still are bad, or who turn bad, and getting trapped in your lies. There are a few questionable plot details, especially at the end. Unfortunately the character of Roy is bland and conventional, Abby silent, Carlos more a smile and a sexy body than a personality. But Mortimer, usually a supporting actor, has depth and a central role here, and Kingsley is as good as ever. The milieu itself is the richest character, and the too little known Brad Anderson, whose originality showed clearly in Happy Accidents, Session 9, and The Machinist, this time gives a fresh feel with material that fits a time-honored template. Transsiberian is dripping with exotic atmosphere and menace and keeps you absorbed from beginning to end.
Old fashioned train thriller with fresh, intense atmosphere
Review by Chris Knipp
Trains are famously atmospheric, especially on long runs across remote areas like the one from China to Moscow through Siberia. Et voilĂ*: the Transsiberian Railway; Brad Anderson happens to have ridden it when he was young, and as the background of this new film it's a place as attractive as it is menacing. The quartet who meet in a compartment aren't really likable, but you're thrown in with them, like on a train--the way Roy (Woody Harrelson), his wife Jessie (Emily Mortimer), Carlos (Eduardo Noriega) and Abby (Kate Mara) are thrown together in this tight, exciting, basically old fashioned thriller. This is the new Russia of big money and mafia corruption, but the ingredients are tried and true. Strangers on train: there's something Hitchcockian about the way innocent people get roped into incriminating situations and then appear perhaps not to be so innocent after all.
They're on a very long ride, and in the overheated intensity of the cars (you can't seem to pry the windows open) things are blown out of proportion. They are too naive, too suspicious, too sexy. Roy's too pious and decent and upbeat. Look at the donut and not at the hole, is his motto. He's a very Christian hardware dealer and Jessie is his wife with a wild past that comes out when she meets another woman. Roy and Jessie are returning from some sort of Christian outreach project to help children in China. Roy's like a little boy himself: he loves trains. The Transsiberian is like a huge toy all for him. He's very devoted to Jessie. But the sex hasn't been going too well.
Then the next day sexiness arrives when a younger couple enters the compartment. Carlos and Abby say they were teaching in Japan. However, Carlos, a handsome devil who has his eye on Jessie, seems to know a little too much about how to get past customs with a dodgy passport. He shows off theirs proudly to Jessie, who's had a bit of trouble with the Russians. Her passport and Roy's are too pristine, he says. It makes the officials suspicious. His and Abby's are packed with stamps. They look "real." He's got some of those Russian dolls, the little lacquered things like shmoos only with babushka heads, one inside the other. He says his are special, and he's going to sell them for a lot of money.
Well, he is, but that isn't why.
The train makes long stops, and Roy is so fascinated with the cars, he gets involved in a conversation with Carlos, and then the train takes off without him. Abby and Jessie have had a heart-to-heart and Jessie has confessed she had a lot of drug and alcohol problems. Roy says they "met by accident" because they met in an accident, when she was driving drunk, and he stayed with her in the hospital. That's when he told her the donut and the hole story.
Carlos is dangerous, handsome, and predatory. Jessie has that wild side gesturing wildly to be let out again. And he could be just the one to let it out.
When Roy gets left behind Jessie has to get off at the next stop and wait for him. Carlos and Abby insist on getting off with her and keeping her company. And that's when the trouble really begins. Stuff happens. Surprising stuff. Or not. Depends on how good you are at predicting this kind of plot.
But the thing is, Brad Anderson and his writing collaborator Will Conroy have put together a story rich in atmosphere, that really convinces you all this could only happen here, on the train, in the snow, in the none-too-touristic rural Russian hotel and on a bus, and out in the middle of nowhere. The outdoors is all snow. The train cars are rickety and yet tough. The woman attendants are all Nurse Ratcheds who speak nothing but loud angry disapproving Russian. The food sucks, but the vodka flows. (Jessie refuses it, but when things get tough, she downs a shot. This is a world bad enough to make all but the strongest lose their sobriety, and she wears her heart on her sleeve.) The Russian fellow travelers are a mixture of camaraderie and hostility.
And then, of course, along comes Ben Kingsley, as Grinko, detective of Russian Narcotics Bureau (no articles, please). When Roy reappears, he's made friends with Grinko. Well, before that, early on, we happen to have seen Grinko examine a man at a table in Vladivostok with a knife buried in the back of his head. Cherchez les drugs.
I can't tell you any more. I can just say that the trains are so lovely they make you understand Roy's enthusiasm. Seen from outside, the steamy carriages give off a delicious white smoky ooze in the freezing air. To heighten our sense of the visual in all this, Jessie is a good amateur photographer, armed with an expensive digital Canon with a big lens and she's always showing someone faces or scenes she's captured: the camera is her protection from the strangeness around her. Meanwhile, images on the big screen often jump with a hand-held camera, easy to handle in the cramped carriages. Excellent DP Xavi Giménez, who worked with Anderson on The Machinist, also steps back to take in long views outdoors, notably of a haunting, skeletal, ruined Russian church out in the waste, and of a hawk in the sky, or a bunch of huddled old ladies at a station near a rubbish bin where Jessie is trying to dump something incriminating. But wait. Mustn't tell.
It all hinges on moral ambiguity--people who used to be bad, who still are bad, or who turn bad, and getting trapped in your lies. There are a few questionable plot details, especially at the end. Unfortunately the character of Roy is bland and conventional, Abby silent, Carlos more a smile and a sexy body than a personality. But Mortimer, usually a supporting actor, has depth and a central role here, and Kingsley is as good as ever. The milieu itself is the richest character, and the too little known Brad Anderson, whose originality showed clearly in Happy Accidents, Session 9, and The Machinist, this time gives a fresh feel with material that fits a time-honored template. Transsiberian is dripping with exotic atmosphere and menace and keeps you absorbed from beginning to end.