“The End,” by director Joshua Oppenheimer (“The Act of Killing,” “The Look of Silence”), is a depressing musical about maybe the one six folks left on Earth: an oilman and his trophy spouse (Michael Shannon and Tilda Swinton), their bunker-born grownup son (George MacKay) and the three aides (Bronagh Gallagher, Tim McInnerny, Lennie James) invited into this underground ark.
One thing terrible is exterior. We hear allusions to a blood-red solar, a poisoned sea and buzzards. However this salt mine-slash-sanctuary boasts partitions hung with effective artwork and a dinner desk set for wine and Champagne. These survivors have walled-off struggling for greater than 20 years. Nonetheless, they’ll’t breathe.
Not within the literal sense. The solid has the lung capability for greater than two hours of singing and the songs, which Oppenheimer wrote the lyrics for and composer Joshua Schmidt scored, are flat-out stunners, belted with humble attraction. If a voice cracks, it cracks. The emotion holds heart stage, backed by adamant violins and horns and sneaky melodies that vault up an octave to hit stunning notes.
However there’s not sufficient air in right here for everybody to have a character. The characters are all rigorously mannered, as if they’re mimicking the mannequins in outdated movie strips of Fifties bomb shelters. Within the opening track, folks stroll into the lounge one after the other, casually clutching mugs of espresso, and after they understand the others are already crooning about one other good new morning, they take part as if to be well mannered. “We fight through the dark together / our future is bright,” they harmonize, maintaining their backs as straight as a church choir.
The irony is apparent and for the primary hour, that’s all there may be. The assured magnate, the superficial spouse, the doted-upon little one who was raised so cloistered he whistles canary songs to a tank of crawdads and tries to show pet tips to a fish. These aren’t full characters — they don’t even benefit names — they’re simply the clichés we’d anticipate to see eating on Dover sole whereas the remainder of us are useless. (Plus the employees don’t benefit a lot consideration.) Oppenheimer and his co-screenwriter Rasmus Heisterberg have given every member of the family one flaw that they sing about so incessantly that the operating time might be slashed by a 3rd. We get it, bunker life is airless. This home is so grey and chilly that one thing’s received to snap.
In the course of the movie’s stiff and boring first stretch, the household discovers a younger stranger, performed by Moses Ingram, who has endured the apocalypse lengthy sufficient to trace the supply of their smoke exhaust. When you suppose that’s implausible, wait til you see how this presumably hardscrabble refugee — a lady who has by no means earlier than worn sneakers — not solely arrives with TikTok-trained choices in regards to the rights of the working class, however seems unfazed by these opulent digs.
George MacKay and Tilda Swinton within the film “The End.”
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Ingram and MacKay begin off just like the type of couple you wouldn’t put collectively despite the fact that they really is perhaps the final fertile singles alive. However they heat to one another sufficient to sing their very own duet, operating via the salt mine with their arms stretched extensive. (The choreographers Sam Pinkleton and Ani Taj neatly select liberated motion over precision.) Lastly, the movie kicks up its heels and turns into one thing stunning.
Oppenheimer is after one thing that drives proper on the coronary heart of what a musical is. To harmonize means to agree. It’s a public show of solidarity — a pact to parrot the identical delusions. Right here, it’s solely when these characters splinter off on their very own that they sing their fact. Even then, they’ve been so suffocated by lies that they’ll’t all the time provide you with the precise phrases. In a single quantity, Swinton, who goes glossy-eyed to point out the cracks in her high-fashion veneer, poses in a clear rain slicker whereas bleating uncooked, yowling noises that mix with the despairing strings. As for the naive son, whom MacKay performs with apple-cheeked precociousness plus a mind worm, throughout his wildest solo, he thrusts his crotch and goes, “Nyah, nyah!”
Lies are to Oppenheimer what the skeleton was to Da Vinci. He’s fixated on understanding how they work, how they evolve and bend, how they wind up controlling the way in which an individual strikes via life. When Shannon’s patriarch insists that “drilling for oil was just an excuse for wind farms, clean water, save the chimpanzees,” he’s rewriting historical past for an viewers of nobody however himself and the way he desires his son to see him. The size of destruction he has induced is imprecise and unspeakable. We all know riots have been concerned as a result of he insists they weren’t.
On condition that our setting is the tip of the world and all, we are able to estimate that his dying toll trumps that of Oppenheimer’s breakthrough 2012 documentary, “The Act of Killing,” wherein the previous troopers of an Indonesian dying squad reenacted their previous massacres to shore up their conviction that they have been the heroes. That highly effective movie sided with our need to punish the aggressors. However when Shannon’s fossil-fuel tycoon rebuts that the remainder of humanity drove automobiles, too, effectively, he’s received some extent.
Maybe out of a shared sense of guilt, Oppenheimer yearns to offer these sinners an opportunity to atone for his or her errors. Alone, they plead for forgiveness, like when Shannon scales a mound of salt clutching a taxidermy fowl like he fancies himself the heroine of “The Sound of Music.” Moderately than condemn its characters without end, “The End” offers these plastic folks the selection to reclaim their humanity. That’s what seems to be torture.
This can be a musical that treasures goofy imperfection, a scene the place McInnerny does a humorous little faucet dance, or the enjoyment in Shannon’s hyena cackle. Oppenheimer untethers his script from the tasks of explaining how this doomsday manor features. The meals stash, the waste disposal, none of that comes into play, and the characters are wholly incurious about no matter’s happening exterior their cave. As an alternative, all the eye goes to micro-shifts in folks’s moods, which, for characters this manicured, are as dramatic as a brand new ripple in a rock backyard.
Solely Ingram’s house invader could be each comfortable and unhappy directly. The lady can’t wall her feelings away and that rattles this bunker to its very basis. The movie round her is itself constructed on a fault line of contradictions — it’s directly tepid and sledgehammer-insistent, a slab of decadent milquetoast. However you allow fascinated by the query the characters by no means carry themselves to ask or sing: What’s the distinction between being alive and residing?
‘The Finish’
Not rated
Operating time: 2 hours, 28 minutes
Enjoying: In restricted launch, opens Dec. 6
