Friday, December 28, 2012

2012 at the Movies #3: The Grey



At first blush, Joe Carnahan’s The Grey (2012) appears as if it’s going to be an action/survival/horror film that deliberately compares human and animal natures.  That leitmotif is developed well as the alpha males in both a human “tribe” and timber-wolf pack assert their authority over unruly members. 

However, The Grey emerges a full-throated, staggeringly emotional work of art because it transcends even that admirable thematic conceit, and comes to meaningfully grapple with the most important questions regarding our existence and mortality.  

In short, this is an action film obsessed with death, about different viewpoints regarding death, and about the existence (or non-existence) of God and the afterlife.

Dark, introspective and yet hauntingly beautiful and profound, The Grey, in my opinion, is the finest film of 2012…at least at this half-way point.

Who do you love? Let them take you…


The Grey follows the harrowing final journey of John Ottway (Liam Neeson), a man who -- following the death of his wife Ana (Anne Openshaw) -- has all but exiled himself from human civilization.  Ottway now holds twilight jobs at isolated Arctic oil refineries, protecting the roughneck workers there from wolf incursions.  He kills wolves for a living, in other words, and he protects people he doesn’t even like.

Early on, and in voice-over narration, Ottway notes that he lives “like the damned do,” and one lonely evening he nearly commits suicide.  But something inside him -- a steely resolve spurred by the sound of a wolf howl -- inspires him to go on, to keep living.

The very next day, on a crowded plane journey home to Anchorage, a catastrophe unexpectedly occurs.  The plane goes down in swirling snow and ice.  The crash is dramatized by Carnahan in the most anxiety-provoking terms imaginable: Ottway is literally dragged out of a peaceful dream (of his wife) and back into grim, unacceptable reality and the ride of his life.

After surviving the crash, Ottway helps one mortally-wounded survivor, Lewenden (James Badge Dale) achieve a semblance of peace as death slides over him.  “Let it happen,” Ottway urges the dying man with decency, compassion, and understanding.   Here, Carnahan’s camera doesn’t turn away from Lewenden’s last seconds, and we must watch as the man transitions from disbelief and throat-clenching desperation to, finally, peace.  It’s not for the faint of heart, and there’s no ameliorating movie nonsense to make the moment palatable or in any fashion comfortable.

Soon, the remaining survivors are menaced by a new threat: territorial timber wolves.  Ottway fears that the plane crashed near the pack’s den, a fact which could explain their overtly aggressive behavior.  Realizing they can’t stay, the survivors of the plane crash -- carrying the wallets of the dead back to civilization -- set out for a line of trees, hoping to leave the wolves behind.  Meanwhile, Ottway is challenged for dominance in the group by the surly, loud-mouthed Diaz (Frank Grillow).

With the wolves constantly in pursuit, Ottway and his fellow men attempt to survive other natural dangers, including an ice storm, a chasm, and a roaring river.   As the group’s numbers diminish, Ottway confronts his own feelings about death.

Desperate to understand some purpose for his suffering, and for the suffering of his wife, Ottway calls out for God, for a sign:Do something! Do something! You phony prick fraudulent motherfucker. Do something! Come on! Prove it! Fuck faith! Earn it! Show me something real! I need it now. Not later. Now! Show me and I'll believe in you until the day I die. I swear. I'm calling on you. I'm calling on you!...”

“Fate didn't give a fuck. Dead is dead.


In Ingmar Bergman’s The Virgin Spring (1960), a grieving father, Dr. Tore (Max Von Sydow), gazed Heavenward and asked God for some justification of the trials that man goes through in this world.   

Dr. Tore had lost his daughter, Karin, and murdered the herdsmen responsible for her death. “You see it and you allow it!  The innocent child’s death and my revenge, you allowed it! I don’t understand you,” he cried. 

But Tore’s faith in the Lord was validated when a bubbling spring miraculously appeared at the very site where his daughter died.  Dr. Tore asked for the meaning of life, and God answered him in the affirmative.

In The Grey, John Ottway, a man who has lost his wife and witnessed the death of his fellow roughnecks, also asks God for a sign.  By contrast, however, he is rewarded negatively.  He receives not an affirmation, but a horrible punch-line that makes a mockery of his struggle, and of the struggles of all his fellow men. 

This final punch-line -- which involves the particular destination of Ottway’s long trek through the wolf-filled woods -- might be interpreted two ways.  In the first case, Ottway is indeed among the “damned” and so God has meted out a devilish punishment for him and the other sinful “outsiders.” 

Or – and I suspect this is the case – the answer is simply that there is no God. 

Instead, there is only a savage, uncaring universe. The answer to Ottway’s query is that there are only further trials to survive and if he wants to do it, he better get to it…himself.   In other words, life is struggle, and you either survive for the sake of living (because there is no after life…), or you lay back and, in Ottway’s words, let death “slide” over you.

Obviously, something in humanity feverishly resists death, and struggles against it, even though death is inescapable for everyone.  In a very real sense, this idea is what The Grey meaningfully concerns, as each of the roughnecks must reckon with death on a personal and intimate basis.

Accordingly, each of the characters in the film is well-drawn, going well beyond cinematic clichés, and thus the audience gets a strong sense of those who face death.  For instance, one character, named Talget (Dermot Mulroney) recounts a touching story about his young daughter, and how she permits only her daddy to cut her long hair.   No one else can do it.  Upon Talget’s confrontation with death, that imagery is resurrected in an incredibly moving phantasm; a scene that is simultaneously heart-breaking and also tinged with a feeling of acceptance.

When everything comes to an end, when death finally arrives, Talget’s vision is of something positive and beautiful from time spent on this mortal coil.  There is no white light, or tunnel, and no transition to Heaven.  There is only the final blast of memory from this lifetime, right here…of a meaningful love.

Another character, Diaz, starts the film as a dedicated nemesis for Ottway as well as a threat to his position as alpha dog.  But throughout The Grey, Diaz develops into a person audiences can sympathize with.  Near the climax, he gets to a point where he can no longer continue the trek southward, and so he makes a decision about his life; a decision about how and where he wants it to end.  “I just had the clearest thought,” he declares with a sense of peace.  “I’m done.”

The decision Diaz makes while looking out across a gorgeous northern landscape is not based on weakness, but upon strength….and grace.  We can’t control the fact that we will, eventually, die.  But we can control, to some extent, how we face death.


The Grey sets up a very interesting and tension-filled dynamic regarding death, and about knowing when to hold on and when it is time to surrender.  For example, the characters all hold onto their humanity by carrying with them on their trek the wallets of the dead.  The wallets are filled with photographs of loved ones.  These photos are reminders of identity and also reminders that the dead once existed and walked this earth.  Eventually, however, these keepsakes of another life must be put down, because the wild is not a place of civilization, and the wallets are an indication of false hope, of a destination that will never be reached.  The rapacious wolves carry no keepsakes of the dead, by contrast.

At the center of The Grey -- holding it all together with his special brand of melancholy ferocity and intelligence -- is Liam Neeson. He’s no stranger to tragedy, and his performance here represents something of a career zenith.  Ottway is a man haunted by the death of his wife, drawn to death like a moth to the flame, and yet who – moment after moment – rages against death’s inevitability.  He just won’t stop fighting…even if the universe seems to be playing that cruel joke upon him.  Neeson must reckon with his character’s cunning, anger, regret, and also with the absurdity and inherent meaninglessness of Ottway’s situation.  Ottway is the film’s gravity pool, the thing which everyone and everything else must orbit, and Neeson gives a commanding, heartfelt performance.

In examining Ottway’s belief and situations, The Grey, in some crucial ways, feels like a character piece.  It transcends expectations and emerges as the horror genre’s The Tree of Life (2011).  We are asked to examine how Ottway got here.  What, simply, does his personal journey mean? 

To help us understand, we witness in flashback Ottway as a young boy with his (now dead) father, reading a poem about life…and death.  We see flashbacks of Ottway with his dying wife, as she implores him to be unafraid. Through it all, we get the sense of a life that boasts a shape, a direction, and a purpose, but that all these elements are ambiguous and outside our capacity to understand

Is Ottway damned? Is he saved? Is he just one incredibly unlucky bastard

In reckoning with Ottway and his life, we are forced to gaze at our own lives and weigh meaning. Or, perhaps, craft our own meaning from it.  And yes, this tactic represents the pinnacle of what a good horror film can achieve. The Grey holds up a mirror and makes us wonder: what would you do?  How would you react?

When the wolves finally come to carry us away to oblivion, will we face that final moment with acceptance, delusion, or with resistance?  The Grey explores almost every variation of death’s coming, almost as if offering helpful examples.  We witness characters face fate with grace, like Diaz.  We see them face death in delusion (like Burke, who dies of hypoxia).  We see them die with sad acceptance, like Talget.  And then there’s this kind of willful, almost instinctive ferocity in Ottway.

In some senses, Ottway’s resistance to death grows from that poem he knew and internalized as a child, which goes: “Once more into the fray/Into the last good fight I’ll ever know/Live and die on this day.”  His very ethos seems encoded there, in that mantra.  He lives life moment by moment because “you want that next minute more than the last.”  That’s “what makes life fighting for,” the acknowledgment that life here is all there is.

Again, I interpret this as a strongly existentialist, nihilistic argument.  Why doesn’t Ottway let the wolves or the environment take him, even with his wife beckoning him so warmly in his dreams? 

Because Ottway understands that when he dies nothing but oblivion shall follow.  As much as he is tortured by his wife’s death, he knows that she lives on only in his memory.  If he dies, then they are both dead to the world, gone and forgotten.  Choosing to live and fight on is thus a way – the only way -- of keeping her memory alive.  His passage into oblivion won’t permit that outcome.  And so Ottway holds on, in some cases beyond reason, and certainly beyond the endurance of most men.

When Ottway tells the dying to let those they love "take them," he is not acknowledging an after-life with pearly gates, angels and harps, and that's an important distinction. He is asking them to reflect upon their loved ones in their final moments, and go out of this world and into the dark of annihilation thinking of that love.  Because that love is the most important aspect of the human experience.  The connections we make here are what matter, not fantasies of an eternal, paradise-like after-life.


The Grey is a beautiful, thought-provoking film, and one that also happens to feature some incredibly intense, incredibly graphic violence.  But unlike Shark Night, for example, the violence here truly matters because Carnahan and writer Ian MacKenzie Jeffers are able to distinguish the “damned” roughnecks in ways that matter, and affect us as viewers.  These guys are rough and tumble, yes, but they are also fathers trying to eke out a living for their families.  They are also brothers and sons, and some of them just don’t want to die without getting to have sex one more time.  These men may not matter to society at large, but they matter to us because of our common humanity.

The Grey might be considered a man against nature film, but the wolves, in some way, are mere symbols that help John Ottway reckon with the meaning of life.  They are voracious, monstrous representations for impending death: the big bad wolf on your heels.  In the cold of the Arctic -- with all the trappings of society absent -- this is a story of what life on Earth is truly about.  Haunting, brutal and emotionally rich, The Grey transcends genre and speaks directly to the questions that matter most to human beings.

Am I going to live or die today? 

And when death comes for me, how will I face it?

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