Artist Interpretation? or Hollywood at its worst?
The Ring is an excellent delve into a Horrific Mystery. Fear and anxiety plague the main character, Rachael, as she finds out what madness she has come across. The scenes of her investigation are excellent pieces of art. A red leafed tree, across the landscape of endless fields. As the sun sets behind the tree, it appears as if on fire. The redness of the leaves burn through the sun, reddening its shadows.
As time grows deeper into the film, the trauma and disorientation felt by Rachael is shown through the degration of colors. Once a vibrant woman of color, now the film shows her in an unsaturated state along with the rest of the scene. As the darkness becomes her, the film becomes dirtier, and the mystery develops onward.
But let's face the reality of the movie. Despite all the beautifully shown imagery and wonderful plotline of events, this movie is a remake. A remake of the original Japanese movie directed by Hideo Nakata, which was a film interpretation from a line of novels writen by Keiji Suzuki.
My first reaction to this movie praised its originality, but Hollywood fuckin' ripped off the original artist of all his visions and made it their own. In fact, one of the head producers of Dreamworks said, "We were frightened and mesmerized by it, and immediately decided we were going to remake this movie."
What audacity do we have as americans to think once we find some obscure piece of art that we must make it own just because we saw it first. Almost all of us think this way. I must own it. It must be mine. Such selfish uncreative feelings.
And besides that, the Japanese film spun its own amount of sequels and prequels and side stories. The Japanese cashed in on the product as well. Is there nothing original in this world that doesn't end with big money? It never stops.
And besides all this uncreativity, the new version of The Ring rarely has any good acting. The lead role does a fine job, but all the other characters are below par. The first 30 minutes of the film is straight out of any late 90s horror film. The dialogue and scenes feel taken almost directly from Scream. The whole phone ringing, and false alarms. How predictable can you get??
I was going to say this movie was quite amazing, but after finding how far the roots admittingly go, there's not an original idea in this movie at all.