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Toronto: Copernicus is unleashed on the innocent citizens of Toronto and CYPHER

Hey folks Harry here with Copernicus... mapper of the stars and plotter of great explosions. He's at his first Toronto Film Festival, ill prepared for the madness that is Toronto and learning quick from the local AICN mafia team of undercover spies. Here's his first report from the frozen north... ayyyyy...

I arrived in Toronto at the beginning of the week woefully unprepared. I’m not just here for the Toronto Film Festival – I am moving here, changing jobs, dealing with movers, being an immigrant for the first time in my life. I figured that if this festival works like most of the rest I’ve been to – get a pass, go see what you want. Oh no, there are tickets to be had for each screening, tickets that I don’t have and are all sold out. I call Harry. He basically says, “The wolf is on the case.” Hours pass. My phone rings. It is Anton Sirius, the local godfather of movie geekdom. I swear, this operation is like the mafia. The AICN spy network is deep and global. Anton says, “Welcome to town. You want to go see a movie right now?” D’oh the movers are carrying my stuff up the stairs this very moment. I’ll have to pass. Next question, “Poker at 6:30?” Sweet, I’m there.

Well let’s just say that Anton and his rogues gallery of movie geeks cleaned me out. This Canadian currency is like Monopoly money to me – I was just giving it away with wild abandon. Hmmm… come to think of it, it might have had something to do with the fact that I was that I was the only one drinking. Those fuckers stayed stone cold sober and robbed me blind. Nice trick – I’ll have to experiment with sober poker some time. But it was great fun – I got to meet some great people that reminded me fondly of the crew in Austin, and Moriarty’s coterie in LA. Quick, I need another word for a gathering of movie geeks! Is there an official one, like a “murder of crows”? I suggest something that is alliterative with “geeks.” But “gaggle” is taken by the goddam geese. Maybe a “theater” of geeks? How about a “drafthouse!” File that way for future thought.

So I go to the line-up (practicing my Canadian) for the midnight movie, “Cypher.” I am about 423rd in line (no joke), next to this lady that must have been about 60 (this is great – senior citizens at cyberpunk midnight movie screenings!), and some guy comes and stands behind me and says, “Hey, can you hold my place, I’m going to get some coffee.” I say sure. He comes back double-fisting stimulants and we start our half-lit, half-stimulated rambling about movies, the universe, Canadians, etc. Before long I figure out that he too knows Anton Sirius and the rest of the gang, and when we finally make it inside there they all are in the front row, with seats for us to boot! How deep does this spy network go, if a random guy I meet in line is connected? Anyway, onto the movie we were here to see…

CYPHER

With his first feature, the cult hit CUBE, director Vincenzo Natali, proved that it is possible to make compelling science fiction on a microscopic budget. With CYPHER, he shows he can do more than futuristic labyrinthine slaughter – he demonstrates total mastery of the sci-fi genre, and overwhelming competence as a director.

As the beautifully designed opening credits blend into the to the initial scenes of the Orwellian futureworld setting of CYPHER, you can tell that this is one slick and stylish film. The top-notch production design, cinematography, and seamless effects meld to create the unmistakable sci-fi film noir feel of a Phillip K. Dick novel.

Morgan Sullivan (Jeremy Northam) is a sheepish suburbanite, albeit with a twist. He’s being conditioned by mega-corporation Digicorp as a corporate spy to steal secrets from rival Sunways Systems. He goes on missions to nondescript corporate meetings in Omaha, Buffalo, Boise, recording seemingly innocuous, mind-numbing marketing and sales meetings. Soon he crosses paths with the sexy vixen Rita (Lucy Liu), whose temptations and narcotics throw his entire belief system into question. Before long he finds himself either re- or un-brainwashed into a double, triple, quadruple (I lost count) agent. This movie is the bizzaro-world cousin of Yojimbo (or A FISTFUL OF DOLLARS or LAST MAN STANDING). Instead of a confident samurai, gangster or gunslinger pitting each side against each other for his own gain, here Morgan is the one being manipulated. As he pinballs back and forth he is never quite sure of his true identity or loyalty, and only narrowly avoids death by temporarily trusting his latest puppet-masters. The script, by Brian King, manages to pay homage to Phillip K. Dick, Hitchcock, and a myriad of other influences while maintaining enough of its own originality to still feel fresh.

This is a mindfuck movie (two great syllables that go great together!), with more twists than an epileptic contortionist. In fact, this, the movie’s greatest strength is also its greatest weakness – your mind gets fucked so many times that you feel mentally whored out. Every time you do the cranial gymnastics required to wrap your skull around the characters’ new circumstances, the rug is pulled out from underneath you. You almost want to disconnect mentally and wait for the payoff. But even if you do, the look of the movie alone will sustain you to the powerful conclusion.

I can’t say enough about the look of the movie, because I was astonished to find that the entire budget was only $7.5 million (US). It is designed and shot as well as MINORITY REPORT, at less than a tenth of the cost. Comparisons between the two movies are inevitable, as they both use cool hues and blown-out whites to throw you into an alien, yet convincing future world. Interestingly, the similar looks were achieved by two wholly different techniques. (Pardon me for a geek-out digression for a moment, I once took a class called “Physics of Photography” – I love this stuff). While MINORITY REPORT used a chemical process (bleach bypass), here the cinematographer (Derek Rodgers) used a digital intermediary – after he shot the movie he sent it to a local Toronto company called Toy Box. They digitally ripped the movie from the uncut negative, which allowed editing and color timing to be done digitally. This allowed them to maintain a cool-hued look, while punching up isolated reds, like flames and Lucy Liu’s red hair. The result is striking, and much more malleable than chemical methods.

While Lucy Liu is adequate, though maybe not perfectly convincing in her role as Rita, Jeremy Northam plays the lead perfectly. Here he has dropped his British accent, and is able to convincingly morph into each new persona required by the spying or brainwashing of his character. Even when he isn’t speaking, just the look in his eyes will give you fits trying to figure out the nature of Morgan Sullivan. Aside from the possibility of mindfuck-induced catatonia mentioned earlier, another downside to CYPHER it is that the characters are so chimeric that you never get to see them develop in any subtle sense. They only make sudden right angle turns. While the main character may end up in a different place than where he started, such sharp development can come across as gimmicky. Another slight fault is that you might see some of the turns coming, a minute or two before they happen. Fortunately there are so many that you are not likely to figure out what is going to happen more than a few minutes ahead.

Overall, the faults are trivial, and the overall movie is a superb foray into stylish sci-fi film noir that will keep you guessing. Catch it if you can.

Copernicus




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