Apocalypto

Apocalypto

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Mel Gibson is sick, but his new film profits from his weakness. When he inserted a photo of himself into the trailer for Apocalypto, he wasn’t just needling his critics—he was both prophesizing his anti-Semitic tirade in Los Angeles and the lunatic violence this film releases onto movies screens like some bibilical flood. Tragically, Apocalypto will make more money in its opening weekend than The New World did in its entire domestic run: This is because Gibson sees the fall of the Mayan empire as a big action-movie thrill ride, replete with a jaguar pursuit that subs for a high-octane car chase and a vicious animal attack that could have been swiped from Jurassic Park. What makes these set pieces unique to Gibson is their perverse intensity, like a slip-slide-and-whack slaying which ends with a stream of blood gushing out of a man’s head like water from a fountain (the closest the film comes to a bullet-time effect). Fanboys will lap it up, but what about the rest of the world?

When Gibson went batshit in Los Angeles, even his knee-jerk apologists could no longer ignore the anti-Semitism that colors The Passion of the Christ, just as the director’s homophobia is evident in Braveheart. But his public apology inspired sympathy, maybe even forgiveness, because, for the first time, it felt as if Gibson was fessing up to something: that “deep rotting fear” that also haunts the Mayans throughout Apocalypto. No less visionary but every bit as dubious as Passion of the Christ, the film is very much the work of a flawed individual—a big, hulking, passionately raw spectacle of doom and devastation that, at the very least, excitingly validates the quote by Will Durant that introduces the story: “A great civilization is not conquered from without until it has destroyed itself from within.” When Jaguar Paw (Rudy Youngblood) and his friends, during a hunting expedition, encounter another tribe, who speak of their land being ravaged and urge for a new beginning, it is evident that the end of an empire looms near, but it is not the Spanish that are coming (not yet, at least), but a master race of Mayans looking for sacrifices.

Gibson views Jaguar Paw as a Christ-like figure, staging his kidnapped people’s journey from their village to the Mayan stronghold not unlike Jesus’s journey to the cross. Gibson has no interest in extolling the riches of the Mayan culture, only its vile decadence (to the director, this was a culture that deserved to be conquered), but while the film’s contempt is stronger than its reverence, Gibson’s rapt, almost juvenile attention span can be touching, as when he sets up the way Jaguar Paw and his friends punk the chubby Blunted (Jonathan Brewer), who is first tricked into eating the balls of a boar, then deceived into rubbing a red powder on his cock as a means of finally impregnating his wife. When Blunted runs out of his tent, clutching his balls and landing in a trough of water (his wife follows suit, her mouth burning—get it?), it would seem that Gibson has vaudeville fans in mind, but he’s at least interested in looking beyond the bloodlust of his fantasy Mayans.

On their way to the Mayan temple, Jaguar Paw is taunted by a cruel man who gives him the name Almost—because he almost escaped the raping and pillaging of their village, which left Jaguar Paw’s son and pregnant wife at the bottom of a pit with no means of escape. On their journey, they will encounter a little girl who is shrouded in mystery (she hovers over a dead woman, ostensibly her mother, marks on both their bodies that may or may not have come from the white man) and who throws a fierce prophecy to the wind. It is as if she were warning of Christ’s resurrection. Indeed, when Jaguar Paw escapes his captors, who hold court like Herod and celebrate the day like the people of Babel, or the Temple of Doom (take a whiff the emperor’s fat-little-piggy son, then dig that shot from the point of view of a decapitated head!), Gibson imagines Jaguar Paw like Jesus at the very end of Passion of the Christ: the original last-action hero.

But there is a difference between Christ and Jaguar Paw: Though he busts a move like a sick motha, Jaguar Paw doesn’t so much itch for vengeance as he thrills for survival. Apocalypto finds something spiritual in dramatic juxtapositions of emotion. As Jaguar Paw, a lethal weapon of a man, returns to his village, his vigilance is contrasted with that of his wife, who struggles, on the brink of giving birth, in her stone pit against the forces of mother nature—killing an ape-like creature, ingeniously stitching up a wound on her son’s leg with decapitated ant jaws, and trying to stay above water when it begins pouring. Like Passion of the Christ, Apocalypto is neither great nor healthy, but it’s impassioned. When Gibson allows for scenes such as Blunted’s mother-in-law, after she isn’t sold into slavery by the Mayans, connecting emotionally for the first time with her son-in-law in the face of their hopeless spiritual depletion, the director recalls the great Mary-Jesus flashbacks from Passion of the Christ, offering us a glimpse of that heart he otherwise delights in ripping from people’s chests.

Image/Sound

The DTS track ensures not only that the film will take dead aim at your moral center but also blow out your speakers. The image is very strong too, though some artifacts are noticeable around some of the more colorfully detailed bits and pieces of the film's insane Mayan temple.

Extras

"Becoming Mayan: Creating Apocalypto" barely delivers on the hype of its title. Apparently, Mel Gibson mostly wanted to find an area to shoot the film that was relatively flat and had lots of nice trees. His crew, at least, attempted a more serious connection to Mayan history, especially the film's costume designer, who talks at length about all the strenuous handiwork that went into making Apocalypto's clothing and coloring all the wooden jewelry to make it look like jade. (Since the woman's working quarters look like a sweatshop, one wonders how much she and her crew were paid for their efforts.) It's probably some sort of miracle that Buena Vista Home Entertainment allowed Gibson to record a commentary track for the film, so enjoy the occasional lunatic outburst. His co-writer Farhad Safina joins him here, and though his contributions are not inconsequential, it would appear that his main function is to tame Gibson. Mere seconds into the track, Gibson declares, "This is our baby.if two men can have a baby." After the director gets the giggles out of his system, Safina responds, "Don't go there." Yeah, don't go there, Mel. There's more-like Gibson being in awe of a man who could speak something like seven languages in spite of looking like the "village idiot," but I'll let masochists discover these cherry bombs on their own. Rounding out the disc is a single deleted scene and a bunch of previews.

Overall

A total freak show-proof of Mel Gibson's undeniable talent as a filmmaker and complete and total lunacy as a human being.

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Specifications
  • DVD-Video
  • Dual-Layer Disc
  • Region 1
  • Aspect Ratio
  • 1:85:1 Anamorphic Widescreen
  • Dolby Digital Formats
  • Maya 5.1 Surround
  • DTS
  • Maya 5.1 Surround
  • Subtitles & Captions
  • English Closed Captions
  • English Subtitles
  • French Subtitles
  • Spanish Subtitles
  • Special Features
  • Audio Commentary by Director Mel Gibson and Writer Farhad Safina
  • Deleted Scene with Optional Commentary
  • "Becoming Mayan: Creating Apocalypto" Featurette
  • Previews
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    DVD | Soundtrack
    Release Date
    May 22, 2007
    Distributor
    Buena Vista Home Entertainment
    Runtime
    138 min
    Rating
    R
    Year
    2006
    Director
    Mel Gibson
    Screenwriter
    Mel Gibson, Farhard Safinia
    Cast
    Rudy Youngblood, Dalia Hernandez, Jonathan Brewer, Morris Birdyellowhead, Carlos Emilio Baez, Ramirez Amilcar, Israel Contreras, Israel Rios, María Isabel Díaz, Espiridion Acosta Cache, Mayra Serbulo, Iazua Larios, Lorena Hernández, Itandehui Gutierrez