Guy (Gael García Bernal) and Prisca (Vicky Krieps) in Old
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Time is definitely not a healer in Old, the latest film from writer, director and producer M. Night Shyamalan, where the bodies of stranded tourists hurtle towards old age at an accelerated rate due to a local geological quirk.
This fascinating (and, typically for Shyamalan, high-concept) premise raises all sorts of thorny questions. What is important to us when time is short? What can time teach us – and what can it steal from us? Can ageing prosthetics ever be applied convincingly?
Shyamalan, the film-maker behind supernatural thrillers including The Sixth Sense and The Village, has become as famous for the disappointing execution of excellent premises as he is for dreaming them up in the first place.
Old, based loosely on the graphic novel Sandcastle by Pierre Oscar Lévy and Frederik Peeters, starts out as one of Shyamalan’s best efforts in years. It begins with such creepy camera angles and creepy casting that the slow pacing for which he is sometimes lambasted works perfectly.
Dread rises from the outset. Guy (Gael García Bernal) and Prisca (Vicky Krieps) have brought their children, 6-year-old Trent (Nolan River) and 11-year-old Maddox (Alexa Swinton), to an idyllic resort that Prisca pointedly reminds us she found randomly on the internet.
The dialogue is a little excessive. “You’re always thinking about the future. It makes me feel not seen!” yells Prisca. “You’re always thinking about the past. You work in a goddamn museum,” retorts Guy.
But if the script feels clunky, the production doesn’t. The family swan around their lush hotel room, as the camera spies them menacingly from outside like a predator. Trent has a habit of asking random hotel guests what they do for a living, but the way the camera pans across his subjects’ faces makes the exchange feel unsettling rather than adorable, as if we’re being introduced to an ensemble soon to be picked off.
A special day at an idyllic, private beach is arranged by the over-eager hotel manager. At the cove, hemmed in by rocks and swiftly abandoned by their shifty driver (Shyamalan himself, in the kind of cameo role beloved of Alfred Hitchcock), they find themselves stranded with a cast of characters worthy of an Agatha Christie murder mystery.
There is a doctor (Rufus Sewell, on fabulously sinister form), his trophy wife (Abbey Lee), their young daughter (Mikaya Fisher) and his mother (Kathleen Chalfant). Then there is psychologist Patricia (Nikki Amuka-Bird), who has epilepsy, her nurse-husband (Ken Leung) and a rapper (Aaron Pierre) whose partner washes up dead (and naked) the moment they arrive, heralding an onset of strange and increasingly grotesque symptoms.
Swimsuits become too tight. Patricia’s seizures disappear. A tumour balloons in minutes and must be cut out right there on the beach. A pregnancy is delivered moments after it begins.
There is no doubting Shyamalan’s talent for suspense. In the film’s first half, he labours lovingly over one shot where characters age years as the camera pans across the beach. In other scenes, it perches just behind children’s heads so we can observe their parents’ alarmed expressions without knowing precisely what is so shocking. Like a Stephen King novel, the horror here is not in the revelation but the build-up.
Sadly, Old is a stylistic triumph but a narrative dud. The second half of the film is severely hampered by too many undercooked ideas and a plot too intent on explaining itself. All those questions about what value we put on time – or ought to – are skirted over too fast. Philosophical enquiry makes way for a signature Shyamalan plot twist, which, in the end, feels perfunctory and unsurprising.
The film quickly loses its grip when it asks us to emotionally invest in characters even as it dispatches them one by one, collapsing in the process from a sinister body horror into a confused (sand)castle in the air.
Old is in UK and US cinemas now
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