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Setting
One of the endearing moments of Ayoade movies is lack of binding to a specific time period. If the
youths of Submarine looks like todays hipsters (with their duffle coats,love of vinyl, tapes and
Polaroid), then looking at adults in The Double, the contemporary feel flies away (the mothers maxi
skirts, Hannahs headscarf or general lack of cell phones).
Moreover, this tendency is continued by environment. For example, characters dont sit at the
computers but read (remember a wonderful moment when Oliver advises his girlfriend to read The
Catcher in the Rye and Nietzsche for spiritual bonding) or naughtily spend their time outside (the
secret of a happy childhood). Movies on television sets remind us trash the seventies and eighties
while cinemas offer good old films. Musical accompaniment also plays along the spirit of
timelessness: the romantic ballads of Alex Turner (probably the best youth movie soundtrack of last
years) and 1963 hit Kyu Sakamoto Sukiyaki.
In addition, what particularly captivating us is notes and their subsequent reading. Its hardly to
refute that message written by your own hand looks heartier, more involved and simply romantic,
which seems very important for Ayoade.
Great Britain
To a greater or lesser extent both films are British (that is a sufficient advantage itself). And if
inSubmarine lots of details loudly shout about this, from landscape to sense of humor, then in The
Double small details such as Cambridge Satchels remained unchanged. But we are glad of this at
least.
Books
Despite the fact that the popularity of books has been steadily declining in the modern world,
Ayoade focuses on them. First he filmed a youth novel in which the protagonist is not averse to
spend time reading dictionary and also familiar with the works of Shakespeare and Salinger, and
then he not only successfully but also originally worked on Dostoevskys novel, and puts into the
mouth of his character words about Pinocchio. This approach deserves only respect.
Color palette
The colour seems to be the separate element of directors works. Dramatic comedy or thriller,
Ayoade somehow manages to leave something unchanged: cold shades (for the London weather)
and blue color (idealism, fortitude and dreams). The Double skilfully uses Dostoevskys yellow (the
color of psychological destruction, instability); while in Submarine youthful rebellious spirit is
embodied by the Jordanas red coat and romance by the purple sunset.
RYAN GILBEY
Watching a lot of movies is not a prerequisite for being a good director. In unusual instances, it can
even be an impediment. Richard Ayoade is a case in point. As a comic performer, this actor-turned-
film-maker has a distinctive style: he mixed the naive and the knowing to sophisticated effect in The
IT Crowd, in which he played Moss, king of the nerds, stiff and straight as an ironing board, with a
lopsided wedge of haywire hair.
Two films into his directing career, he has yet to exhibit a comparably original voice. Both the
coming-of-age comedy Submarine (2010) and its superficially darker follow-up, a loose adaptation
of Dostoevskys novella The Double, suffer from a severe case of homage overload. While I am
overjoyed for Ayoade that he has seen such films as Brazil, Eraserhead, The Tenant and the
collected works of Aki Kaurismki, a 90-minute tour of his DVD collection is no substitute for a film.
Casting is one area where The Double is strong. As Simon, the office drone so ineffectual that
automatic doors fail to register his presence, Jesse Eisenberg is ideal. Hes so pale that a pint of milk
would look like Tizer alongside him, so jittery that he surely stammers even in his thoughts. Simon
is already a nervous wreck before witnessing a man in the opposite building jump to his death.
There is also his agony at lusting after a demure, icicle-like colleague (Mia Wasikowska) to little
noticeable effect and discovering that she may have played some part in the leapers demise. (It
turns out that she told him, Stop fucking following me! the day before his death. Do you think
theres some connection? she asks innocently.)
Then Simon is spooked to find that his exact double, James, has begun working in the office. Even
worse, James starts passing off Simons achievements as his own and currying favour with the boss
(Wallace Shawn). James is also played by Eisenberg, though a supreme gag here would have been to
cast the similarly pallid and angular Michael Cera; after all, both actors have remarked publicly that
they are forever being mistaken for one another. Ceras ongoing campaign to muss up his geeky
persona began a few years ago with Youth in Revolt (2009), in which he played both a nerd and his
suave alter ego: exactly what Eisenberg is called on to do here. Then again, Youth in Revolt was
breezy fun, whereas The Double has its sights set stubbornly on being art. If there is a faster route
for a director to end up with egg on his face, it has escaped me temporarily.
The movie is glazed with a feeble sense of dread, nowhere more so than in the area of production
design, which has a retro-futuristic aesthetic: sickly green lighting, exposed ducts and pipes,
technology with an antiquated spin (such as the photocopier equipped with clunky dials). Framed
pictures of the omniscient Colonel (James Fox) recall Big Brother from Nineteen Eighty-Fourbut
even in its homages the movie is derivative Terry Gilliams Orwellian fantasy Brazil went by the
working title of 1984. The problem, as with everything in The Double, is not that the influences
are transparent but that they are all the film has. Those of a forgiving spirit might take this for an injoke, as if Ayoade were making the movie itself into a double, a 24-frames-per-second facsimile.
Even generous viewers might wonder at the films preference for effect over feeling, affectation over
depth. Ayoade can shoot a garishly coloured room flickering under a broken strip-light as well as the
next David Lynch fan but where is the palpable menace required in any cinematic nightmare? We
never discover why it is such a bad deal for Simon to meet his doppelgnger; the film wouldnt be
noticeably different if the interloper were not James but, say, any hunk with designs on Simons girl.
Ayoade is not slow to pile on the zaniness (a suicide squad assesses Simon as a maybe and there
are visits to a nursing home where the residents carry weapons). He also recruits his comedy chums
(Chris Morris, Chris ODowd) for unremarkable cameos. Taking this story of the uncanny and
stripping it of any eeriness must count as his most striking achievement, as well as his most
perverse.
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