Evil Eyes
All effective horror movies play on a primal fear. The new horror movie The Eye plays on at least three: fear of ghosts, fear of losing ones sanity and fear of being menaced by something you cant quite see. Written and directed by Danny and Oxide Pangidentical twins from Hong Kong, working in Thailand, and last seen doing a smashing Wong Kar-Wai impression in Bangkok Dangerousits a chilling tale of a blind violin player named Mun (Sin-Je Lee) who receives a pair of transplanted corneas. And sees things she cant explain: figures that loiter at the edges of her vision or deep in the background, and that do not move in logical ways. Unlike Roman Polanski, who kept Rosemarys Baby audiences unsure of the heroines sanity throughout the picture, the Pang brothers pull the trigger on Muns predicament fairly early on. Its obvious from the slow, meandering, ritualized movements of these mysterious figures that they are probably spirits, and that theyre roaming the earth because they have no choice.
I hope this description doesnt suggest that The Eye is simply an Easternized remake of The Sixth Sense. The Eye doesnt have Senses unexpected melodramatic heftwhere Shyamalan wants to scare us and uplift us at the same time, the Pangs just want to scare us. But theyre eerily good at it. Technically, The Eye might be the most precise, appropriate, fresh match of style and content to hit the horror genre since Sense, or maybe since Lars von Triers epic ghost miniseries The Kingdom, which played New York back in 1995.
You know youre in the hands of aggressively clever directors from the opening sequence, which shows the blind Mun going about her daily routine, riding public transportation, walking down the street, futzing around in her high-rise apartment, preparing for bed and so on. The Pangs and their amazing cinematographer, Decha Srimantra, shoot the whole sequence hand-held, apparently with a zoom lens, from a distance. In each composition, the framing seems slightly off (on purpose) and the plane of focus is shallow. The only part of the frame thats crisp is the part of the frame that contains an object significant to our blind heroinea cane, for instance, or the pillow on her bed. Everything else, from foreground to background, is fuzzed out, irrelevant. This is a brilliant stylistic choice, because it gives moviegoers a rough idea of how blind or near-blind people use their other senses to experience life, fixating on whats crucial at that instant while factoring out everything else.
The Pangs technical mastery continues throughout the film, shifting to adapt to Muns changing visual circumstances. For the first few days after she gets her new corneas, she cant see details, only generalized shapes and colors. The Pangs match Muns POV shots with closeups of Mun straining to see (or understand) whats happening in her field of vision. These reaction shots are often framed so tightly that Mun is isolated in the framevisually cut off from the same environment she inhabits. She is a stranger in her own world, and within her own body.
The apparitions have lots of personality. They are, by turns, bored, distracted, myopic and furiously angry. Theyll appear at the end of a hallway, then gradually shuffle (or float) toward Mun. Sometimes shell think she hears them coming from one direction, eventually decides shes just imagining things, then turns to the left or the right, in closeup, and sees a ghost six inches from her face, slightly out of focus.
The soundtrack is a merciless marvel, following long stretches of ghastly, Kubrickian silencedead air whooshing through the ear canalswith a burst of shrieking violins. Like De Palma, the Pangs are so technically fluent that they can joke about their own mastery while theyre scaring the bejesus out of you. A scene with Mun trapped in an elevator with a ghost goes on for a terrifying eternity, like a nightmare that refuses to end; then theres a cut to a lighted number on the elevator panel revealing that those doors arent going to open anytime soon.
Throughout, Lees performance stresses honesty and understatement. Recalling Audrey Hepburn in Wait Until Dark, it acknowledges the heroines persecuted state without sentimentalizing it. Most impressively, Lee doesnt merely react to things seen and heard, or half-seen and half-heard. She also uses body language to convey a range of other sensory events that cannot be represented in moviesa sudden change in temperature, a strange new smell, the sudden rise of gooseflesh. Id really rather not say anything more about the plot for fear of spoiling it. Ill just say that Mun does what she can to understand her own predicament, and that her quest leads her into treatment with a kindly young psychiatrist (Lawrence Chou) and to a journey to learn the identity of her cornea donor. The films final act isnt as unrelentingly frightening as the first two-thirds, but the last 10 minutes are an apocalyptic knockout. Viewers who love a good fright will want to see this movie; filmmakers will want to see it more than once.
The Eye Directed by Danny & Oxide Pang
Framed
Fifteen and counting: The New Festival, the New York Lesbian & Gay Film Festival, celebrates a decade and a half with a lineup of screenings and events that runs June 5-15 at the New School, NYU and BAM Rose Cinemas. Among the more intriguing items on the schedule are Zero Degrees of Separation, a documentary work-in-progress by Ellen Flanders about an Israeli and Palestinian gay couple in Jerusalem (June 8, 3:45 p.m.); Lock Up Your Sons and Daughters!, a 75-minute reel of gay-hating and gay-baiting scenes from educational films (June 8, 5:45 p.m.) and Madame Sata, a dramatic feature about the queen of a bohemian Rio de Janeiro neighborhood in the 1930s (June 13, 8 p.m.). For a complete schedule, visit [www.newfestival.org](http://www.newfestival.org).