John “Slow West” Maclean returns with a Samurai-inspired heist thriller set in the English wilds – the eccentric results are mixed. The post Tornado – first-look review appeared first on Little White Lies.
An entire decade has slipped by since the release of John Maclean’s debut feature, the frisky meta western Slow West, which, if nothing else, presented a savvy operator hankering to get his mitts dirty in the world of genre film. His belated return to writing and directing retains a dash of eccentricity and a fondness for folding up and repurposing convention like it were a little origami bird, but this sadly feels a lot more like a creaky first film than //Slow West// did way back when.
Drawing on the macho, high-plains sagas of Sergio Leone and Akira Kurosawa’s games of psychological chess, Tornado follows a Japanese father-daughter duo trundling down the muddied byways of rural Scotland in the late 1700s and plying their trade as performers of a samurai-themed puppet show. She, named Tornado (Kōki), is terribly bored with her lot, while he (Takehiro Hira), embraces the quiet nobility of this artisan profession.
It’s not long before a hoard of gurning, grime-covered goons, each tooled-up with their own signature weapon, are chasing her across the landscape, because she pounced on the split-second opportunity to relieve them of two sacks of gold coins, the plunder from a criminal enterprise and en route to be divvyed out equally.
The gang is led by Tim Roth’s Sugarman, who is basically Tim Roth were Tim Roth a poetically-inclined 18th century miscreant, who is at loggerheads with his son Little Sugar (Jack Lowden) who wants nothing more than to get one over on his abusive pop and his pals. Maybe this spanner in the works might be the right time to stick the knife in?
You can see what Maclean is aiming for here, but it feels as if he’s carefully selected a few modest ingredients, and rather than combining them to concoct a subtle, gourmet dish, we have a few strong flavours that don’t really work in concert. The heist/chase mechanics are decent, but it’s all far too schematic and the subtle twists are often stealthy plot devices rather than ways into the drama.
On the atmospherics front, the film fares much better, with Robbie Ryan’s cinematography drawing out an autumnal haze of the spartan landscape, and some lovely little folksy production design embellishments from Elizabeth El-Kadhi. Part of the story takes in an encampment of travelling players, and the design of their mobile lodging and painted signage is a joy to behold. It’s just a shame that they have so little to add to the story.
The real problem here is a script which favours bathetic proclamations over any real desire to get under the skins of the characters. Tornado herself as the feisty heroine is tragically one dimensional, and the only real tension in the film derives from the testy father-son relationship between Roth and Lowden. And even that comes to a head in a way that’s both anticlimactic and illogical.
It’s laudable that Maclean wants to breathe new life into unabashed “B” material that has been done to death from every angle, but unfortunately the idiosyncratic touches have usurped rather than bolstered what should be robust, time-honoured noir framework, and we’re left with a film which leaves only a superficial impression and little sense of purpose.
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