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Dark and Static

The Lovely Bones takes many roads to nowhere

January 20, 2010, 12:00 am
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By Neil Morris

If anything seemed like a sure thing, it was the film adaptation of The Lovely Bones, Alice Sebold’s mega best seller—it remained on The New York Times hardback best seller list for more than a year—directed by Oscar winner Peter Jackson, helmsman of the Lord of the Rings trilogy and, apropos of the dark subject of The Lovely Bones, Heavenly Creatures.

Surprisingly, apart from Stanley Tucci’s acclaimed turn as serial killer George Harvey, The Lovely Bones has been shut out of the awards-season accolades. One of the most repeated criticisms is Jackson’s decision not to shoot the book’s gruesome, emotional touchstone, in which Harvey rapes and dismembers 14-year-old Susie Salmon (Saoirse Ronan). Jackson proclaimed he had “no interest” in filming “anything that depicted violence toward a young person in a way that was serious.”

Jackson’s larger, more cogent point is that the rendering of such a heinous act is so combustible that it would suck the oxygen out of the rest of the film. Indeed, Bones is principally the story of Susie’s journey to an afterlife, where she looks down on not only her killer but also her family and friends as they struggle to cope with her death.

Jackson’s aesthetic choices with Sebold’s story are risky and problematic—if sometimes successful. His ceaseless psychedelic representations of Susie’s post-death perspective are seemingly lifted from Terry Gilliam’s cutting room floor, but the tableau is occasionally bucolic and evocatively spiritual. When Jack (Mark Wahlberg), Susie’s grieving father, smashes the collection of ships-in-a-bottle he and his deceased daughter once worked on together, the juxtaposition of life-size shipwrecks that simultaneously occur along a rocky coastline in Susie’s afterlife is an affecting blend of bombast and melancholy.

The real problem with Bones is that Jackson seems caught in his own in-between world. He takes the book’s cumbersome plot points and lacquers them with jolting narrative and tonal shifts. The story’s meditative core metastasizes into a psychological thriller, police procedural, revenge saga, love story, coming-of-age tale, dark comedy and, yes, spiritual odyssey. On the whole, the result is schizophrenic and strangely emotionless.

Wahlberg proves too young and emotionally shallow to portray the tormented Jack. The rest of the otherwise game cast is squandered: Susan Sarandon’s role as boozy Grandma Lynn is played for incongruous comic relief; the part of Abigail (Rachel Weisz), Susie’s mom, is edited down to the point of inertia; Lindsey (Rose McIver), Susie’s sister, primarily plays Nancy Drew and jogs around her neighborhood…a lot.

Even the precocious Ronan is reduced to monotonous narration and gaping at green screens. Her talents, like the other moments of brilliance sprinkled throughout Bones, suffocate under the weight of great expectations and muddled implementation.

The Lovely Bones
Directed by Peter Jackson
With Saoirse Ronan, Mark Wahlberg, Susan Sarandon, Rachel Weisz and Rose McIver


Regal Stadium 14
135 min.
PG-13

 

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