As directors grow older, we expect that they’ll wind down like the rest of us, brushing aside logistically exhausting canvases for intimate portraits of the soul. But here’s Clint Eastwood, in his ninth decade, sketching the sprawl of early-twentieth-century America in the just-released J. Edgar. Martin Scorsese’s sixty-eighth year on this planet has been consumed by two mammoth undertakings – a densely detailed three-and-a-half hour documentary about George Harrison, and the forthcoming Hugo, painstakingly shot with 3-D cameras instead of being converted, in the post-production assembly line, from 2-D to 3-D. And Steven Spielberg, at 64 positively the baby of the bunch, has managed, once again within the same year, to multitask between the kind of prestige drama Oscar adores (the WWI-era based War Horse) and the kind of slick entertainer the box office loves (The Adventures of Tintin). It isn’t a stretch to imagine a writer past the middle of his life banging away at his keyboard in an effort to beget an epic novel, but epic cinema is so fraught with physical labour that you wonder why these directors still do it. Perhaps the better question is how they still do it.
At least with Spielberg, the motive behind The Adventures of Tintin reveals itself as an exuberant burst of nostalgia. For what is the boyish reporter of Hergé’s beloved comic series – trotting the globe in pursuit of mysteries – if not a continental cousin of Indiana Jones, his head capped with a quiff instead of a fedora? Within the first few pages of The Crab with the Golden Claws – one of the books that sourced this film; the others are The Secret of the Unicorn and Red Rackham’s Treasure – Tintin hastens from his home in the city to a drug-running ship, after which he is found adrift in the middle of the ocean, from where he commandeers a hovering seaplane and crashes into a North African desert. In short, The Adventures of Tintin, with the hero and his cohorts on the trail of treasure from a sunken vessel, could just as easily have become an Indiana Jones movie: Raiders of the Lost Barque. And it has. As in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, there is an action sequence involving a motorcycle with a sidecar, and at the end, when a grave Nestor (Enn Reitel) invites the treasure-seekers into Marlinspike Hall, we are reminded of the gnarly knight who welcomed the adventurers who sought the Grail. Throw in the visual of a shooting star and a quasi-parental exchange between Tintin (Jamie Bell) and Captain Haddock (Andy Serkis), and you don’t need a film-studies degree to grasp that this is more Spielberg’s Tintin than Hergé’s.
But unless you’re a purist, the contamination of influences isn’t altogether a bad thing. The Adventures of Tintin is less a fluid feat of organically thought-out filmmaking than a well-oiled mechanical contraption designed to deliver precisely calibrated effects, and if it looks like something Spielberg could have dreamed up in his sleep, that’s still a lot more entertainment than what most other directors can manufacture while wide awake. From the moment we glimpse Haddock through a recently drained bottle of whiskey – and what better way to show off a souse? – Spielberg demonstrates that he hasn’t lost the sense of play from the days he was wrestling with a malfunctioning model shark. The action set pieces are a joy, combining cliffhanger scenarios with delirious slapstick, and the highlight is a chase through a city’s crowded streets that builds on climax after giddy climax. This boy’s-own spirit of imaginative invention is pure Spielberg, and it percolates through the film’s pores – down to the segues (like the conflation between a mirage and a flashback) and the throwaway shots, like the one where a passerby is knocked unconscious. When he comes around we see tiny birds circling his head, like in the panels of a comic. The joke is that they are real birds. A bird catcher soon steps into the frame brandishing a net.
The Adventures of Tintin begins beautifully, with a witty opening-credits sequence that serves, for the initiated, as a nostalgic scrapbook-tour through Tintin memorabilia. One of the destinations on an announcement board at a railway station is Gaipajama, and as the train gathers speed, we see in the background a chequered rocket whose destination is undoubtedly the moon. Even the names of cast and crew appear in the distinctively bold lettering of the titles in the comics. John Williams channels the spirit of Pink Panther-era Henry Mancini and doesn’t so much score over the credits as envelop them in a wistful European fragrance. (Later, of course, when film gets into gear, he reverts to his bad American habits, slathering triumphal “adventure music” onto the film’s every frame. Williams, with his scores for the Star Wars and Indiana Jones films, may have brought this type of soundtrack back into fashion for a new generation, but his hammy fanfares have now progressed to the point of parody.)
The performance-capture technology, which uses the movements and expressions of live actors as the basis for computer-generated simulations, takes a little getting used to, but it is just right. The film looks stunning, but that was only to be expected – with this crew, our jaws would have dropped only if it didn’t work. Early on, we see each strand of hair in Tintin’s quiff catch the breeze and come alive, waving like stalks of wheat in a golden field, and as he walks past a shop with mirrors, his reflections are exactly how they would appear from those angles. Yes, this is the technical team showing off, but no more than a ballerina balanced on a toe with supreme poise. They do it because they can, and we watch transfixed. Some of the transformations made me quibble – Nestor isn’t as perpetually pained as I think of him (he comes across as stolid), and surely Bianca Castafiore’s High Cs sprang from a more cavernous bosom – but the artistry is breathtaking to behold. But more importantly, more vitally, the technology comes across as morally right. Unlike other comic-book characters detailed with motive and musculature, Tintin is a creature of a two-dimensional universe, and the film may have been destroyed with live actors playing the parts. The delicate illusion would have been shattered. This technology, on the other hand, imparts just the right touch of eerie artifice – the characters are real, and yet not real; they look like flat-featured residents of Hergé’s universe, and yet they move lifelike through three-dimensional space. It’s like seeing a comic movie that honours the spirit of the comics as well as the spirit of the movies.
There is so much to enjoy in The Adventures of Tintin that it’s a shame the film is little more than a clothesline for set pieces. When Tintin and Co. aren’t swooping into lightning-forked thunderclouds or plunging into oceans, we are left with leaden time, and it’s because the characters are mere triumphs of technology. They have no spark, no soul. We never get a grip on Tintin, who remains a blandly eager cipher. Hergé solved this problem by letting us hear him think – we followed his intuitive processes through thought bubbles. But here, the din of action drowns out all thought. Far more tragically, Haddock is just a man with a huge honker. (The honker, however, is exactly right.) A large part of the comedy in the Tintin comics comes from his insults – the result of inspired crossbreeding between marine life and made-up languages – and we imagined them as spittle-flecked ejaculations. But here, a mouth-watering put-down like “yellow-bellied lily-livered sea slugs” is delivered like a dramatic declaration, as if it were a thoughtful line of dialogue. If there’s going to be a sequel, as the last scene promises, they’d do well to fill this sailor with spirit.
An edited version of this piece can be found here.
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Prithvi Diwanji
November 12, 2011
sir, you are a truly gifted “viewer” of movies, with great attention to details that most other reviewers have missed. this is almost a scholarly touch, that other reviews (esp american ones) seemed to lack (to me).
plus you give me a new point of view. now that i think of it, i liked the contamination that most other reviews have trashed.
you justification of the technology used to make a “comic movie” is again eye-opening, for lack of better words.
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Sharan
November 12, 2011
Found this line in someone else’s review: “Tintin = Young Indiana Jones on steroids.” No wonder, Spielberg chose this. War Horse, I’m sure will be a family drama.
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Arnav SInha
November 12, 2011
So thankful you decided to avoid a bullet point review for this one. I haven’t had so much fun in a film in a very long time. This was classic Spielberg. As for characters having no spark, I felt only Tintin came across as bland. And, well, I think he is the most sterile character even in Herge’s books. Even Snowy has more character than him. The other characters came across as quite well-designed.
The only (minor) issue I had was that this Tintin felt a bit different from what I had imagined when I first read that a Tintin movie is being made. But, even that Tintin did not look a lot like the Tintin in the books.
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KayKay
November 12, 2011
Cool, seeing it next week. I’ll take “Blockbuster Spielberg” over “Award-Bait Spielberg” anyday.
As you said, The Beard cruising on 2nd gear is still miles ahead of the likes of Bay and Sommers operating at full throttle.
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Rahul Tyagi
November 13, 2011
If there’s going to be a sequel? I thought it was always planned that Peter Jackson will take up the second part after his Hobbit movies are done. Assuming, of course, that this one doesn’t completely bomb on the box office…. but I don’t think anyone seriously thought that’s possible. 🙂
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jitaditya
November 13, 2011
Calculus should have been there…. but having said that, it was an enjoyable experience… the good thing about the altered storyline is that it doesn’t exactly get predictable, at least the middle portion…
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Yossarian
November 13, 2011
“Hergé solved this problem by letting us hear him think – we followed his intuitive processes through thought bubbles.”
Snowy too suffers from not having any bubbles at all..
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advaitin
November 13, 2011
One of your best reviews ever!
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brangan
November 13, 2011
jitaditya: I too missed Calculus 🙂
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anon
November 13, 2011
brangan – the next one by peter jackson is going to be prisoners of the sun / 7 crystal balls w/ both of them returning to co-direct destination moon….
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Abhirup.
November 13, 2011
Great review. But I do not quite agree with what you have said about the characters. If Tintin comes across as bland, that it more Herge’s fault than Spielberg’s: Herge never imparted any distinct, interesting traits to the boy reporter. The thought-bubbles might have worked in the comic books, but they couldn’t have been included in the film. It would look ridiculous if bubbles appear suddenly over Tintin’s head, with his thoughts enclosed in the bubbles in written form. I would much rather have rollicking action than view such crudely literalized depiction of “thoughts” in a film. And in any case, Tintin is not much of a thinking character; he operates more on the basis of instincts than carefully thought-out plans. And that is how he comes across in the film as well.
And Captain Haddock is definitely much more than a man with a honker in the film. His drunken antics are a joy to behold; I absolutely loved the moment when Tintin is about to hit a bad guy on the head with a whisky bottle, and Haddock nonchalantly takes the bottle out of his hand and Tintin ends up delivering the blow with his bare fist. And then, of course, was the moment when Haddock ignites the engine of the plane with his alcohol breath: that scene, which is not there in any of Herge’s books, is sheer genius. His image as a bumbling, alcoholic sea-dog with a zest for adventure is retained in the film.
So, all in all, I would say that the characters do have spark in them.
But I am glad that overall, you loved the film.
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Bharathwaj
November 13, 2011
Before I saw it, i thought the uncanny valley will put me off like Beowulf did; Spielberg stumped me; Excellent set pieces, beautiful segues (especially loved the one with mirages and the one with a boat and a puddle of water) and other than some creepy closeups, I loved the movie.
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Harish S Ram
November 14, 2011
it is a pity that Spielberg felt animation (or whatever this technology is called) needs to create some nonsensical fun in order to be welcomed. The faux grandeur that he tried to create with the confrontation of Haddock & Sakharine at the dock using cranes is one such example. I wish people at the Kunfu Panda team gives a crash course to their boss on that front. That being said, i loved the way they reinterpreted the story. But aside that novelty, like you said ‘ it’s a shame the film is little more than a clothesline for set pieces’ i wonder why they couldn’t create a magical experience that one would expect.
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Abhirup
November 15, 2011
It is a much better film than ‘Kung Fu Panda’.
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Mambazha Manidhan
November 15, 2011
The film didn’t work for me and I came out preferring the 1991 Animated series version to this. I guess this is a knee jerk reaction, the same that Star Trek fans had when they saw the JJ Abrams version.
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Abhirup
November 15, 2011
“….at the end, when a grave Nestor (Enn Reitel) invites the treasure-seekers into Marlinspike Hall, we are reminded of the gnarly knight who welcomed the adventurers who sought the Grail.”
Thanks for including this bit in your review. I hadn’t been able to draw the parallel when I had watched the film. But now I can see the similarity. Makes me love this film all the more. Without a doubt, this is the best adapatation of Tintin thus far.
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lowlylaureate
November 20, 2011
1. I liked it
2. Scoring was bad, the 90s tv series had better a feel to it, or was it my fault to go the screen to listen to a re-imagined version of the tv theme.
3. Story has been re-crafted well, but characters had little space to impress, found T&T quite irritating.
4. Yeah, but i liked it.
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Radhika
November 22, 2011
>> could just as easily have become an Indiana Jones movie: Raiders of the Lost Barque. And it has. As in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, there is an action sequence involving a
I read somewhere that Spielberg was sent a bunch of Tintin after he made one of the Indiana Jones series, precisely because of the similarity in their zany and surreal action – and that’s when he discovered and got enthused by Tintin
>> one of the books that sourced this film
Is “sourced” really used as a verb in this manner? Film sourced from book, that I get. Book that sourced a film sounds a tad off
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Radhika
November 22, 2011
Yeah, I thought Bianca C should have been more, errm, imposing in her lushness – she looked far too svelte. Who’d’vethunk Bianca would go all Size Zero on us?
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Apu
January 7, 2012
I loved the movie, in spite of reading a few reviews, and going into it with all my misgivings. The only thing I missed, other than Calculus (and i hope they make more of this and have him come in at a book-legitimate time), were Snowy’s inputs. I wish they could have at least make him think aloud.
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Rameshram
January 15, 2012
I was forced to watch this from no choice and found, amazingly that I enjoyed it. What’s more I found myself agreeing with the parts of your review that described the hybrid between live action and comic book.
Now to do three impossible things before breakfast I’m going to go outside and snowboard across the street.
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