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The Machinist

November 10, 2016 By Cvon

CINEMA DISORDINAIRE

Reviewed by Stephen Holden

Christian Bale’s 63-pound weight loss for his role in The Machinist (2004) may take the cake (or is it a diet wafer?) as an example of an actor’s starving for his art. To play Trevor Reznik, the skeletal insomniac who stalks through this bleak psychological thriller, this buff star of American Psycho reduced himself to a walking 120-pound cadaver.

This hollow-eyed apparition is such a disturbing sight that he isn’t likely to inspire a stampede of publishers bidding for “Christian Bale’s Rapid Weight-Loss Program,” although in an age when they say you can’t be too rich or too thin, that might not be the case. Mr. Bale’s transformation makes Robert De Niro’s ballooning up for Raging Bull and Charlize Theron’s metamorphosis in Monster, not to mention Tom Hanks’s slimming down for Cast Away, look easy.

Christian Bale, in The Machinist

Mr. Bale’s appearance is the crowning touch that makes The Machinist, directed by Brad Anderson (Session 9) from a screenplay by Scott Kosar, one of the few movies to scale the barrier between chilly fantasy and authentic cinematic nightmare. The actor backs up his stunt with a performance that builds to a pinnacle of savage fury and desperation.

Filmed in washed-out bluish gray, slashed with shades of red, The Machinist is a self-enclosed mechanism as hermetically sealed as the increasingly paranoid state that grips Trevor. The desaturated color and high-tension editing evoke a desiccated psychic environment devouring itself. The paranoia is underscored by Roque Baños”s shivery, theremin-laced score, which alludes to Miklos Rozsa’s music for Spellbound.

Trevor hasn’t slept for a year. His weight loss and sleeplessness have led his bosses in the machine factory where he works to suspect him of drug addiction. Bleary eyed and beyond exhaustion, he is in no condition to handle heavy machinery. One day, distracted by the gaze of a thuggish stranger whom he catches grinning at him from across the shop, Trevor accidentally starts the drill press, causing a colleague, Miller (Michael Ironside), to lose an arm.

That glowering stranger, Ivan (John Sharian), whose existence no one else acknowledges, becomes the linchpin in the elaborate conspiracy closing in on Trevor. Ivan cruises the streets in a 1969 Pontiac Firebird, tempting Trevor to follow him in high-speed car chases in which Ivan inevitably eludes his pursuer. At home in his clammy apartment, where a copy of Dostoevsky’s Idiot sits by his bed, Trevor discovers taunting signs scrawled on Post-it’s stuck to his refrigerator.

Christian Bale and Jennifer Jason Leigh

He has only two friends: Maria (Aitana Sánchez-Gijón), a sympathetic waitress at the airport coffee shop he visits nightly, and Stevie (Jennifer Jason Leigh), a cranky prostitute who has a soft spot for him. His vaguely romantic friendship with Maria advances a step when he accompanies her and her young son to an amusement park. But their relaxing afternoon ends in guilt-stricken horror, when he takes the boy on a funhouse ride called the Highway to Hell, and the boy suffers an epileptic fit.

The Machinist may be an expertly manipulated exercise in psychological horror, but that’s all it is. Don’t look for the kind of metaphoric weight you’d find in a movie by David Lynch or David Fincher. As Trevor’s world fragments and closes in, and friends turn into enemies, the pieces of his decomposing mind slowly come together to finish the story. Not until the very last moment do they snap into a completed puzzle that’s as tight as a steel trap.

Review courtesy of The New York Times

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