In medias mess
The Two Towers is the world's greatest video game
by PETER KEOUGH
The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers. Directed by Peter Jackson. Written by Frances Walsh, Philippa Boyens, Stephen
Sinclair, and Peter Jackson based on the novel by J.R.R. Tolkien. With Elijah
Wood, Ian McKellen, Viggo Mortensen, Sean Astin, Billy Boyd, John Rhys-Davies,
Dominic Monaghan, Christopher Lee, Miranda Otto, Brad Dourif, and Orlando
Bloom. A New Line Pictures release (162 minutes). At the Apple Valley,
Entertainment, Holiday, Providence Place Mall 16, Showcase, and Tri-Boro
cinemas.
What does it say about the second installment of Peter Jackson's The Lord of
the Rings that the best performance is by a special effect? Just glimpsed
at the end of last year's The Fellowship of the Ring, Gollum, who's
voiced by Andy Serkis (he's being touted by New Line Studio as an Oscar
candidate), is the closest thing this centerpiece of Peter Jackson's adaptation
of the Tolkien trilogy has to dramatic depth or conflict. This digitally
rendered homunculus is the former owner of the Ring of Power; now debased into
a sibilant, loin-clothed junkie craving his Precious fix, he's like Laurence
Olivier's Richard III compared with the stiff-upper-lipped fortitude or leering
villainy of the rest of the cast.
But nuanced characterizations and performances are not what you expect from
Epics, or high-tech video games, and The Two Towers is more of the
latter than the former. As Jackson gets deeper into Tolkien's tale (and he
shows here the same cinematic efficiency -- if less clarity -- in translating
the complicated and intricately detailed narrative onto the screen with the
minimum of deletions and changes), he seems to get farther from its spirit, its
emotion, and its magic.
The spectacle of thousands of Orcs charging on giant hyenas or hundreds of
towering Ents striding across a blighted landscape impresses only so much
before you want to reach for a joy stick and get in on the action yourself. The
sight of a transfigured Gandalf galloping on his white charger might stir
Messianic comparisons, but he also looks like a geeky, generic wizard astride a
unicorn. The way special effects can make Tolkien's fantasy literal undermines
one's capacity to believe in it and underscores the adolescent inclinations of
those who manage to do so.
Some poetry does remain -- for example, the Miltonic fall of Gandalf. He
thrashes with the evil Balrog barring the Fellowship's passage through the
Mines of Moria en route to Mordor so Frodo (Elijah Wood), the Ring bearer, can
cast his burden into the fires of Mount Doom. It's all a dream -- Frodo's
recurring nightmare of that awful moment that splintered the Fellowship, and
the story. We thus have three narrative lines, and Jackson sustains them with
admirable coherence. Frodo and his faithful servant Sam (Sean Astin) have set
off alone to Mordor over snow-topped mountains in a trek reminiscent of Dorothy
and company's assault on the Wicked Witch's castle. Their friends Pippin (Billy
Boyd) and Merry (Dominic Monaghan) have been captured by a gang of mutant Orcs.
And the moody human wanderer Aragorn (Viggo Mortensen), along with the Dwarf
Gimli (John Rhys-Davies, whose comedy is a welcome but infrequent relief) and
the Elf Legolas (Orlando Bloom), have set off to find them.
The wanderings of this last group take them to the human outposts of Rohan and
Gondor, where decadent realms must regird their loins to face the evil
onslaught of Sauron and his lackey, the turncoat wizard Saruman (Christopher
Lee). Meanwhile, Pippin and Merry have taken refuge with Treebeard (another
winning special effect) and his ancient ambulatory tree people the Ents. And
the hopeless task of Frodo and Sam is made easier and more complicated by the
appearance of the tormented Gollum, who's the twisted mirror image of Frodo
himself.
And you thought keeping Qatar, Uzbekistan, and Yemen straight was difficult. In
fact, though the subtext gets buried beneath the many, many battle scenes, for
this lapsed Tolkien fan the parallels to contemporary events are where the real
interest lies. Tolkien denied that his work was an allegory, and he may be
right. It's more of a template, a vivid outline of the power struggles endemic
to history, its application shifting with each new look and new era.
In the first cinematic episode, I thought the evildoers Sauron and Saruman were
stand-ins for bin Laden and al-Qaeda and the Axis of Evil. But now I'm not so
sure. As Saruman cuts down all the trees in his kingdom, strip-mines its
resources, and mechanizes his realm into a polluting cistern of mindless
clones, it looks more like a Republican vision of America. And if you
straightened out Gollum's posture a bit and put him in a suit and a tie and a
cowboy hat . . .
Issue Date: December 20 - 26, 2002
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