4/12/2013

Review: 'Trance' directed by Danny Boyle


There are only a few instances in which a Danny Boyle film is tough to identify. His films all pop and crackle with a certain energy, an excitement that translates onto the screen through every single frame. It's the excitement of a filmmaker who loves to do the unexpected, to be as unpredictable in execution as he is in choosing his diverse filmography. When Boyle is having the most fun, like with Trainspotting, 28 Days Later, SlumdogMillionaire, Sunshine, he's almost always at his absolute best.

Trance is Boyle having the best time he's had in years, playing in the heist genre sandbox for the first time since Shallow Grave. But to say that the film fits neatly into that category is doing it a severe injustice and the seemingly simple premise masks what is a dazzling, mind-bending thriller. From the very beginning, nothing about Trance is as it seems. James McAvoy plays Simon, who gives the impression of a regular guy, walking us through the emergency procedures at the auction house where he's employed. But Simon is no regular guy, and he's hooked up with a gang led by Franck (Vincent Cassel) to steal Goya's famous painting "Witches in the Air". What should have been a simple job gets complicated when Simon and Franck get into a tussle, with the former taking a severe blow to the head. When all is said and done, the painting is gone and only Simon knows where it could be. The problem is that he now suffers from amnesia. Or does he?

Simon's honesty is at question throughout, but then again none of the characters are to be trusted even in the slightest. This is a film of multiple swerves and sharp cliffs, where key events are seen from multiple perspectives and given fresh relevance. Everyone has an angle to play, and standing at the center of the puzzle box is Elizabeth (Rosario Dawson), a hypnotherapist handpicked by Franck to extract the painting's whereabouts out of Simon's brain.

It's tough to say much more without spoiling what is a truly fascinating head trip. Boyle puts on a master class in misdirection, subtly steering the audience to expect one thing, before pulling the rug out from under them multiple times. The art of the movie "twist" has been obscured of late as directors have begun to rely too heavily on shocks rather than story, but Trance's three principle characters are so fully-realized that we're willing to go with them anywhere. Those who could be considered "heroic" initially may look completely different five minutes later, and those perceptions will switch multiple times after that. It's to the credit of screenwriter John Hodge that it never feels forced, nor do the many shocks lose their effectiveness. Edging into Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind territory, Hodge seamlessly weaves in a thought-provoking exploration of the human memory's fragility.

Joined by frequent cinematographer Anthony Dod Mantle, the film has Boyle's signature kinetic, angular look, but is undoubtedly the sexiest thing he's ever done. He gets a lot of help in the smoldering performances of McAvoy, Dawson, and Cassel, who all do a terrific job of masking their characters' true natures. Dawson has always been a captivating actress, but she's never had a role that required quite this much nuance. Even during an awkward Goya-inspired sex scene, Dawson is impossible to take your eyes off of.

Trance is a hypnotic, spell-binding thriller and one of the best films of Boyle's substantial career. Not only does it demand to be seen, by the time it's over you'll be compelled to come back and see it again.