Locke has a
premise that just screams that it’s an artsy, independent film, the type of
concept that seems like it was thought of before the plot and would
subsequently suffer for it. Ivan Locke
is the only character that appears on-screen and the entire film consists of
him driving while talking on the phone.
Film ideas generally don’t sound more pretentious than that. But you know what? This film actually works. It works quite well, in fact, and it works
well primarily through the performance of Tom Hardy as Ivan Locke. If Hardy or someone of comparable talent had
not been portraying the lead character, the entire production would likely have
fallen flat and would have just been another forgettable arthouse flop. Instead, we get a piece of independent cinema
done right, and it’s much more engaging than the premise might suggest.
For you see, Ivan Locke is not just out for a midnight
drive. His son is being born in London,
and the mother is not his wife. The
phone conversations jump between the soon-to-be mother, the hospital staff, his
distraught wife and oblivious children, and his job which he is obsessed
with. Locke hasn’t told anyone about his
coming offspring, and springs the news to his family over the phone. His late night excursion also puts a major
work project in major jeopardy, adding some tension to a situation that is
already awkward and unsettling. And yet,
that added stress sums up Locke quite nicely as the man who puts his
self-imposed obligations before the effects his actions will have on the people
he cares about. He’s willing to put his
entire life in jeopardy because he wants to do right by the child he helped
bring into the world, and watching him struggle with that is precisely what the
film’s all about.
And Tom Hardy portrays that struggle admirably. From calmly explaining to his wife that he
understands his mistakes and is trying to make them right, to frustratedly
talking an underling through a work crisis, to ranting monologues to his own
absent father whom he imagines in the back seat, Hardy paints Ivan Locke as a
complex, tortured, and ultimately very human and fallible individual. The actors on the other end of the phone
conversations do their part well, but Hardy steals the show, and rightly
so. It’s frankly quite astounding that
anyone managed to take eighty minutes of film as the only face on-screen and
make it as compelling as Hardy did here.
Locke is a film
that shouldn’t work, but thankfully does.
Its premise may sound shallow and pretentious, but the execution is anything
but. If you like independent,
unconventionally narrative film, then give Locke
a shot. It may surprise you just how
good a pretentious art flick can be.
As nebulous as the term “indie film” is, do you have a
favorite? Let me know in the comments
below!
Probably my favorite indie film is Shortbus.
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