There’s a moment early on in Ang Lee’s Life of Pi in which a little boy stays up past his bedtime with a
flashlight under the covers, regarding a comic book with seriousness in his
eyes. The panel he finds most fascinating shows a boy opening his mouth and
inside can be seen the whole universe. Lee pushes his camera in until this
drawn universe fills the frame. The compelling image can be read as the film
itself in microcosm: a finely rendered but rather ordinary sight that opens up
to reveal untold unexpected wonders. It’s a story within a story and the set-up
moves along just fine, but it’s all rather standard stuff. It doesn’t really
take off until its quite literally adrift.
This visual marvel of a film starts simply enough with a
young author (Rafe Spall) arriving at the home of Pi Patel (Irrfan Khan), a man
who reportedly has a miraculous story to tell, a story so good it’ll make one
believe in God. Those are lofty (unattainable) ambitions and although the
scenes with the writer fall flat (through no fault of the great Kahn), what
follows in between interview and narration are charming flashback sequences in
which a young boy (Gautam Belur and Ayush Tandon) grows up in a small Indian
town with his zookeeper father (Adil Hussain), mother (Tabu) and older brother
(Mohd Abbas Khaleeli and Vibish Sivakumar). The little boy has a curiosity
about animals and about spiritual matters. His father’s an atheist; his
mother’s a Hindu. Soon enough the boy’s a Hindu, a Christian, and a Muslim. His
father tells him believing in everything is no better than believing in
nothing. Later, talk turns to the zoo’s inhabitants. “Animals have souls,” the
boy says. No, the stern zookeeper replies. All you see in an animal’s eyes is
your own soul’s reflection.
So, the film has set up a rather heavy-handed, if
good-natured, exploration of the intersection between spirituality and the
animal kingdom. That it locates this thematic terrain in a quaint little period
piece elaborately embellished through visual trickery only adds to the slight
charms. By the time the boy is on the cusp of adulthood (now played by Suraj
Sharma), circumstances are such that the family is preparing to move to the
United States. The animals are sold to American sanctuaries, placed in cages
and loaded aboard a freighter that will give the family free passage. Pi is
saddened by such a move, but must go along. The journey is unremarkable, at
least until one dark and stormy night the boat suffers debilitating mechanical
problems.
In a sensationally staged sinking, terrifying and
convincing, the boat crashes through unforgiving waves, takes on water, and
ultimately disappears beneath the waves. Pi, the only survivor, is left all by
himself in a lifeboat with nothing but ocean as far as the eye can see. Soon
enough, he finds that he’s not alone. He’s stuck at sea with a full-grown
tiger, a situation that only compounds the teenager’s problems. In shock and
mourning, he must learn how to survive at sea, make a small amount of food and
water sustain him until rescue, and, of course, not get mauled by an enormous
feline. Through fully believable effects work, this wild beast growls and
stalks about the confined space, becoming a character without quite becoming
humanized. He remains frightening throughout.
Largely wordless, the film’s framing device is gone, leaving
only stunning images and phenomenal filmmaking. The expressiveness of the
camera, the precision of the special effects, and the terrific, physical
performance from young Sharma add up to an extraordinary portrait of extreme loneliness
and the expanse this character must survive in order to achieve a return to
society. Ang Lee, a versatile visualist capable of wonderful invention in many
a genre picture from drama The Ice Storm and
Wuxia Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon
to superhero Hulk and tragic romance Brokeback Mountain, brings to what could
be visual monotony a kind of breathless visual storytelling that creates
indelible images. The reflective properties of the water creates striking
vistas of multiplied sights and shifting color patterns; one nighttime shot
doubles the starry sky so that the tiny lifeboat appears to float on a sea of
stars. At one point, Pi nods off and dreams a hallucinogenic kaleidoscopic
deep-sea vision that could almost be part of 2001: A Space Odyssey’s finale. A moment in which Pi is first
confronted by the tiger and reacts by scrambling up over a canvas tarp and
sliding around the bow of the boat has a scary/fun edge carefully regarded, the
understated physicality of Sharma’s performance reminding me of nothing less
than Jacques Tati or Buster Keaton. These images and more like them add up to a terrific cinematic
experience.
By the end, though, the drifting boat – and drifting plot –
comes to a resolution that I fear works slightly better as prose than on
screen. Though I recall finding the conclusion of Yann Martel’s novel, upon
which this film is based, of some interest, here it serves to underwhelm with
it’s attempt to provide an alternate explanation in words for what we just saw
so stirringly portrayed visually. I don’t think it adds up thematically in the
ways the characters literally explain to us and it certainly didn’t affect any
ideas I have about God, but that doesn’t much undercut the pure cinema at the
film’s center. But for the majority of its runtime, Life of Pi is a transporting, enveloping feast of visual
inventiveness and expressiveness, nestled inside a less satisfying film.
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