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“By What Means Redmond Barry Acquired the Style and Title of Barry Lyndon”
Detracting from conventional standards, Barry Lyndon may possibly be Kubrick’s greatest film. Scorsese concurs. It’s certainly one of my all-time favourites from the moment I saw it on home-video, and the eventual theatrical re-release reaffirmed that opinion. There’s rarely other films which are induced with such artistic flare, calibre and character. Other ‘perfect historical movies’ that correlate in such a way are Schindler’s List (1993), Once Upon a Time in America (1984), Mr. Turner (2014), Andersonville (1996) and Lincoln (2012); all collectively culminate themselves in a pool of attire and authenticity, encompassing many different elements from sharp dialogue to opulent costume design. Barry Lyndon is certainly amongst that crowd. Its eloquence and articulate narrative spirals itself to be one of the most underrated yet finest movies ever brought to the silver screen in film history, and if you’re not exactly big or well-informed on period dramas, there’s still vast room for it be appreciated for its cinematic and vibrant achievements.
Barry Lyndon is adapted from the 1844 novel “The Luck of Barry Lyndon”, which is a fictionalised tale loosely derived from the real life self-made aristocrat Andrew Robinson Stoney and his gradual demise during the mid-to-latter part of the 18th century. Kubrick had a knack for adapting novels and implanting his own unique twist with his glorified film-making credentials. What truly exposes the Kubrick flavour is the dehumanisation of our protagonist, which ripples throughout the three-hour epic. Kubrick was never bereft of the ideas of non-redemption and the metaphorical thought of the fall of man, as seen in his other cult movies such as Paths of Glory (1957) and Full Metal Jacket (1987). A man who had the might and endeavour to exploit controversial, unconventional and artsy methods to mainstream audiences and bring it to full fruition was certainly a feat of achievement. He had total artistic control with his work, something rare in 21st century Hollywood, with minimal to no oversight from the monopolised studios. Films today lack that Kubrick touch, but that is inevitably what his style entailed, films that are untouchable.
From the get-go, we are suckered into Barry Lyndon with the immensity of the opening titles; it sounds casual and cliché, but alongside the grandiose music of Handel’s ‘Sarabande’, it welcomes you to something spectacular. The very first shot introduces you to the sheer brilliance of the movie’s aesthetic, with two men preparing to duel after a squabble over horses – an unreliable narrator states that one of these gentlemen is the then Redmond Barry’s father. Barry Lyndon has been humbled as a movie in which every frame ‘looks like a painting’, influenced from the beautiful artwork that was created during the Enlightenment and Romantic eras. You genuinely feel like you are in an 18th century Europe. John Alcott, the cinematographer for Barry Lyndon, aswell as most of Kubrick’s other classics, won an Oscar for his cinematic achievement. Zeiss lenses were used for the shoot, which produces lenses for NASA, and most of the film was undertaken in natural lighting because the f-stop was at a whopping low of 0.7 – this was used to its fullest extent; it could essentially film in very dim environments. For example, there’s a scene where Lady Lyndon is playing cards among others, and the only source of light is from the candles on the table. On conventional shoots, this is too impractical to do as it is too dark and not enough light is fed into the camera. The lower the f-stop, the more shallow the depth of field is, so along with the card scene came the actors who had to stay immensely still to avoid the camera being out of focus. And with Kubrick known for his perfectionist traits, 100’s of takes of the same thing would be enacted regardless of if the ‘perfect’ take had already been done. Alongside this would be the use of zooms. Barry Lyndon has 36 zooms which are projected perfectly. The shots which zoom out show the immensity and scale of the landscape, the shots which zoom in present isolationism. The cinematography compliments both the visuals and the narrative.
“Containing an Account of the Misfortunes and Disasters Which Befell Barry Lyndon”
Barry Lyndon succumbs to an intermission at around the 100-minute mark. The movie is split into two very distinct halves. The first tells the tale of a vulnerable yet frustrated Irish man of gentry and his adventures through his squabbles with a high-ranking officer, stumbling across highwaymen, fighting for the British during the Seven Years’ War, and working as a double-agent for the Prussian army. The second is one of a different tale which examines a more boastful and egotistical man who exploits his wife’s aristocratic wealth, has a broken relationship with his step-son and follows his eventual demise. This is the element of dehumanisation we discussed earlier. The screenplay is compared to the likes of an old, dramatic Spielberg film, and I wrote in my review of Bridge of Spies (2015) that the dialogue in his movies are so full of “texture, colour and coherence”. The lines in Barry Lyndon replicate this statement, and are presented with such a rich and old-fashioned manner, especially the narrator, in which the sentences are written with such exuberance. This can be exemplified with our protagonist, played by Ryan O’Neal, and Leon Vitali, who plays Lord Bullingdon. It’s a breath of fresh air to hear such exquisite language when enacted formally (Barry Lyndon could easily be adapted into theatre).
It’s clear to think many casual movie-goers will find Barry Lyndon to be a dry test of patience, others will relish the complexities of the loose biopic, both on a microscopic and macroscopic sense. There’s so much depth to this movie that the unbeknownst watcher will have to view it on several occasions to fish out the details you will miss the first time. There was never a time when I felt bored – I was totally immersed. Barry Lyndon is like a stream entering into a river, going down a waterfall, then stopping at the dam. It flows, but three hours isn’t enough for me.
Matthew Alfrey
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