Directed by:
Steve McQueenCinematography:
Sean BobbittComposer:
Harry EscottCast:
Michael Fassbender, Carey Mulligan, James Badge Dale, Nicole Beharie, Jennifer Butler, Lucy Walters, Elizabeth Masucci, Alex Manette, Hannah Ware (more)VOD (1)
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A drama centered on 30-something Brandon, his myriad sexual escapades, and what happens when his wayward younger sister moves in with him. (official distributor synopsis)
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Shame is a very realistic, at times almost salacious, probe into the life of a man who is obsessed with sex, unashamed of it, but circumstances demand that he re-evaluate his current (and really empty) life. The performances are breathtaking, with both Michael Fassbender and Carey Mulligan tackling their roles with bravado and verve. While the story isn't exactly perfect (at least for me), it is often chilling, mainly because of the level of authenticity. I must also commend Harry Escott's seemingly bland but all the more depressing score. All in all, a film that, while it didn't blow me away or put me on my ass (as many have), is still worth a watch.
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What has happened to us? We are crumbling under the pressure of the modern age, we pretend that nothing is happening and try to blend in with the crowd to survive, only to turn back into our real selves when we are alone in private. We turn into unstable individuals who don’t belong anywhere, with an inclination to... experiment. Shame deals with advanced sexual addiction and portrays a man in the final stage of decay, culminating with the arrival of his sister. And this results in a couple of scenes that are nightmarish for every brother. An absolutely precise acting performance by Michael Fassbender (where is that Oscar nomination?) draws you into the sleazy world of success, opportunity but also emptiness. With him, we observe mere silhouettes of people with whom he enters into relationships, either bed or work-related, we see his efforts to escape and failures accompanying such attempts. And even the punishments he gives himself for his failures. A very distinctive and slow-paced movie certainly not to everyone’s taste, or understanding, or even misinterpretation. If just for that unbelievably strong scene in the metro (the ravishing Lucie Walters) at the beginning of the movie it deserves all the stars.
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Emotional deprivation, bandaged in vain with more than just casual sex, can never do anyone any good. I liked that Steve McQueen didn't mess around with it – he just took a knife, stuck it in the flesh, and gouged and gouged until the wound was so gaping it could hardly be healed. I am referring now to the overall feeling of the film and the really very "nice" fate of the main character. An attitude and a world in which love and moral principles have completely disappeared, leaving only something dubiously empty – physically satisfying for the first few tries, but utterly unable to quench the desperate thirst for mental satisfaction. In some ways, this is also how you could characterize the group of (a)socials (I deliberately did not say (a)social group) that Steve McQueen targets in his second film. Michael Fassbender is convincing and his acting is really excellent. Yet rather than being an "intimate and personal look at the life of a very sexually frustrated man", the whole film struck me as a parallel to Western, consumerist society that simply doesn't know what to do, so it seeks out all sorts of hobbies. Of course, it will be slightly more complicated in the end (I wouldn’t have it any other way, otherwise they wouldn't make dramas, only comedies :)) My point is more to suggest that even an ordinary bumpkin duo with below average incomes can be many times happier and more mentally balanced than many corporate elites. When you have money and a lean little apartment with an even leaner view in one of the busiest cities in the world, you just think about how and what way to escape boredom:)
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Step by step toward self-destruction. To live for oneself. Without commitments and without meaning. We can’t take off the mask of cynicism, love doesn’t exist and sex ruins us. I basically agree with McQueen and I find it pleasing that he did not in any way soften his cold-blooded observational style, when he works with the human body as an objet d’art rather than as a vessel containing emotions, which break through to the surface only a few times and seemingly by mistake. Brandon otherwise thoroughly resists emotion and thanks only to his sister, the sole person for whom he truly feels anything (perhaps responsibility), he realises how fragile his protective shell is. He stubbornly (and with devastating consequences) refuses to accept his own vulnerability. There is no room for that in his world of strictly defined rules. With the exception of the condensed and riveting introduction and climax, the boldly long shots are unpleasant in that for most of the time they do not adopt the point of view of any of the characters, who thus do not tell the story, but are studied. The aim of this “unempathetic” means of filming is not verism (or voyeurism), however. On the contrary, the composition of the shots betrays a well-thought-out plan. Brandon and Sissy complement each other in a given shot, as if they are two faces of a single person (alongside the close-up of Brandon’s face in the bar, for example, his sister’s singing fills the empty space). With admirable effort, Fassbender continues to work at not being pigeonholed as another dime-a-dozen pretty boy. If anything, his mental and physical full frontal makes him a hope for the porn industry rather than a heart-throb. Nevertheless, the film itself is not pornographic. It isn’t provocative due to the extent of the nudity that it contains, but due to the naturalness with which it approaches human sexuality; it doesn’t try to elicit in viewers a feeling of shame over the nude human body. Pointing out the normality of sex and nudity suggests that Brandon’s abnormality doesn’t consist (only) in his obsession with sexual gratification. That is just one of the many symptoms of the disease of indifference from which society as a whole suffers. Appendix: As with Hunger, I don’t want to see McQueen’s second film again anytime soon. Shame is devastating not only for the protagonist, but also for the viewer. 85%
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I won't claim that this is a film that everyone will love. With his film "Hunger," Steve McQueen - no, not the legendary and late actor - made it clear that his films would not be simple. After a depressing hunger strike, we now have Michael Fassbender in the lead role again, who will not suffer from hunger but from sexual desire. This is not just a longing, but a genuine craving. He is willing to do it with any woman, anywhere. No, he is not willing, he actually needs it. We follow a man who is addicted to sex, a man who sinks deeper and deeper into human relationships because of it. Among his colleagues, he wears a mask that he never takes off, it only falls off in front of his own sister. Only with her does he understand who he is actually becoming. The film has many strong scenes, but one in particular stuck in my mind. Brandon, whom Michael portrays, really does it anywhere and in any way, but when it comes to making love based on emotion, perhaps love, he is unable to consummate the relationship. Is this our society? Is love and emotion disappearing, and are we becoming just those who need to fulfill their basic needs? In this sense, McQueen's indictment is perfect. It is explicit, it does not beautify anything, it cuts to the core. McQueen portrays himself as a great authorial creator from whom we can expect a lot more depressing content. Most people will find his "Shame" difficult to accept, but it is definitely worth it. More: http://www.filmovy-denik.cz/2012/08/lode-stud-zoo-marylin-pulnoc-v-parizi.html
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