The hyperbole around
some films is pure marketing, but in the case of Boyhood, the claim it makes – being unlike other pieces of cinema –
may in fact be true. Although, avoiding the C work is always good practice
(classic). That takes time.
However, Boyhood is a remarkable achievement.
Filmed over twelve years, around a week a year, with the same cast is unlike
anything attempted before. For the actors to be able to come in and out of
their characters for such a long period astonishes, for director and writer
Richard Linklater to piece together a coherent narrative, while at the same
time making other features such as School
of Rock (2003), Bernie (2011) and
Before Midnight (2013) speaks of
inimitability as a director. For what must have been 100s of hours of footage,
editor Sandra Adair has pieced together a story of growing up that never feels
rushed.
It is this sense of
completeness that has surely led to the almost perfect reviews. Regardless of
age, gender or status (parent, child, teenager) there is an element of Boyhood that is relatable and leads to
an inescapable smile, permanently fixed to your face as you watch Mason’s life
unfold. This is a life played out in as realistic a manner as possible. Big
life moments or self-realisations are brushed aside as we move to the next
moment, highlighting the ephemeral nature of life, especially when viewed
through the eyes of a child or teenager. Mason’s mother, as he is leaving for
college, laments that this is the penultimate great moment of her life. The next
is her funeral. In typical teenager style Mason cannot respond and Linklater
cuts to Mason at college; his mother’s issues left disregarded. In this way,
Boyhood shares commonalities with Margaret
(2011), also told through the self-centred perspective of a teenager.
Linklater employs the
unobtrusive camera work that makes his Before
trilogy so believable. The camera remains still, always watching, allowing the
actors the room to ‘be’, in a very thespian sense, but in a film like Boyhood and the Before films, essential. And here, Linklater’s adult actors,
Patricia Arquette and Ethan Hawke, shine. The child actors are harder to
assess. It may in fact be that they are fantastic, as they are, especially when
young, not acting. There are some fantastic moments of pure joy where the young
Mason is teased or is teasing his sister. Boyhood
is new cinema, but there is no trend here to catch on. Linklater’s achievement
here is exceptional, perhaps not one of a kind, but don’t expect another twelve-year
commitment to come along for a while.
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