Locke (Stephen Knight, 2014)
Not quite sure what all the fuss is about. Locke is a “bottle” movie, set almost entirely inside the car of the eponymous Ivan Locke (Tom Hardy), as he drives from Birmingham to London and conducts phone calls with his in-auto bluetooth. We learn quickly that Ivan is 1) a talented construction site manager on the verge of a career breakthrough, 2) married, and 3) throwing all of this away, because he’s driving to be present for the birth of an illegitimate daughter. Over 80-odd real time minutes, Locke walks a stressed-out and cider-loving assistant through the job he can no longer be present for, gets fired, gets kicked out of his house, and conducts cold medicine-fueled “conversations” with his absent father, whose own awfulness inspired Locke to take responsibility for his mistake.
Hardy is unsurprisingly fantastic, making some strange decisions — like an accent modeled off Sir Richard Burton’s — that give us a full sense of a character we will never see interact physically with anybody else. I liked in particular how Locke refused to say anything untrue when the hospital was on the line, reiterating “I am the father” instead of making things easier and saying “yes, I’m a relation, patch me in.” It’s compelling, and that’s enough for a rental, but in sum it’s a modest story about a guy who made some bad calls — literally! [Rimshot sound effect or gif to be inserted here.]
Coherence (James Ward Byrkit, 2014)
Another bottle movie, set in and around the director’s home, which doubles for a Bay Area yuppie pad that’s hosting a dinner party on the night that a comest is coming close to Earth. Emily (Emily Baldoni), a struggling dancer with a movie-approriate expository knowledge of comets, notices that her iPhone has shattered without dropping. A few other strangenesses plague the party, including a freak power outage, which sends two of the yuppies outside to find that… holy fucking shit, the only other house on the block is a mirror version of their house. Same people. Slightly different decisions, like the color of glowsticks they use to explore after the blackout. Most importantly, for dramatic purposes, the Earth 1 Emily ruined her career by backing out of a dance show she’d designed. The Earth 2 Emily went ahead with the show and became a star.
There are surface similarities between this movie and Another Earth, a strange but memorable indie melodrama which made a semi-star out of screenwriter/willowy screen presence Brit Marling. (Baldoni even looks a little like Marling.) Coherence is in some ways more predictable, complete with characters who know exactly what knowledge to drop in order to advance the plot, and how to react dramatically to MacGuffins. But it’s tense as all hell, thanks to little tricks like the improvised dialogue and Byrkit’s edits that chop up dinner party patter and rattle your confidence in the narrative. If I didn’t like the movie I’d describe it as jayvee Shane Carruth, as it’s much easier to follow and less visually striking than the Primer director’s work. It’s just a good, sticky suspense film that takes familiar-seeming people into the penumbras of their consciences.