Roman Polanski's Carnage begins at what appears to be the end. Two pairs of parents, the Longstreets (Jodie Foster and John C. Reilly) and the Cowans (Kate Winslet and Christoph Waltz), have met at the former's apartment because their two sons have had a fight. We see that inciting incident at the conclusion of the opening credits, an burst of barbaric but childlike violence. The adults are very much insistent on being, well, adult about the whole thing; they've penned a letter and agree that the boys should meet, under some circumstance, to talk it out. The Cowans put on their coats. But they do not quite make it out the door; something keeps pulling them back in to this little confrontation, which slowly but steadily goes clean out of their control. "We're all decent people, all four of us!" Mr. Longstreet insists, but by that point in the afternoon, he's not even convincing himself.
Carnage, which is adapted from the play that became Gods of Carnage on Broadway (with an equally impressive cast that included James Gandolfini, Hope Davis, Jeff Daniels, and Marcia Gay Harden), is a dark comedy of manners; its early scenes are all about unspoken rules of conduct, and its later scenes set about smashing them to bits. Everyone is so polite as it begins--walking away from what appears to be a cell phone call bearing bad news, making chit-chat about the art books on the coffee table ("I see you're an art enthusiast... Bacon?" "Yes, Bacon"). But the longer they stay in that apartment, the more things begin to come to the surface: class rifts, political splits, casual misogyny, base instincts, sheer nastiness.
Polanski puts the quartet under a tense little microscope where every word and action is ripe for interpretation, analysis, and offense; in his crisp and beautifully composed close-ups, every strangled smile and impatient eye-roll is a mini-symphony of discomfort. Seldom has the filmmaker's formalist approach been so well-suited to the material at hand--the upscale apartment is all smooth surfaces with ugliness underneath, and the same goes for the look and feel of the picture. (An attempt to incorporate handheld photography into some later scenes is a jarring misstep, telegraphing the mood swing too cleanly.)
Most importantly, Polanski and his gifted ensemble know that the key to putting across a good comedy is to play it dead serious. ("I don't have a sense of humor," Mrs. Longstreet says at one point, "and I don't want one"). The playing isn't terribly subtle, but it's somehow right; no one is natural, per se, but all are believable, if you know what I mean. These are all actors who know how to underplay, and a straight-faced interpretation of the material could be done (and probably done well), but turned up just a couple of notches, the reality of the situation and the characterizations heightened just so, it becomes something less expected and more interesting. Of the aces cast, Waltz is the standout, wrapping his bass burr around his lines and missing not a one of the comic beats provided by his perpetually buzzing cell phone.
Video & Audio:
Carnage comes to Blu-ray with an excellent MPEG-4 AVC 1080p-encoded transfer, which nicely compliments the film's polite surface--it's crisp and attractive, with natural saturation and a light, cinematic grain. The missing low-end of the DTS-HD Master Audio 5.0 track isn't much of a concern, since the picture is so chatty and dialogue-driven. But with the emphasis on talk, the clarity is outstanding; this is a clean, simple, and effective audio track.
A French DTS-HD Master Audio 5.0 track is also included as are English SDH, French, and Spanish subtitles.
"Actors' Notes" (10:38) is a basic promo featurette, alternating clips with interview snippets from the actors (though not the director). It's fairly interesting, although the audio is quite strange--it sounds like there's a bit of a drag on the voice tracks, particularly for Winslet and Reilly. "An Evening with John C. Reilly and Christoph Waltz" (38:03) is a full, unedited Q&A moderated by Jenelle Riley; it's mildly informative and moderately entertaining. There is also a quickie "On the Red Carpet" featurette (3:30), and the original Theatrical Trailer (2:02).
The disc is also BD-Live compatible, though there's nothing related to Carnage currently available.
Carnage runs a fast, snappy 80 minutes, and its ending is oddly inconclusive, wrapping with a comma rather than a period, the kind of dénouement that's typically more acceptable in the theatre than on screen. On reflection, though, a film like this is less about that destination anyway. It is about the awkwardness and bitterness, the disappointment and rage, the violence and the vomit. Did I mention it's funny?
Jason lives with his wife Rebekah and their daughter Lucy in New York. He holds an MA in Cultural Reporting and Criticism from NYU. He is film editor for Flavorwire and is a contributor to Salon, the Atlantic, and several other publications. His first book, Pulp Fiction: The Complete History of Quentin Tarantino's Masterpiece, was released last fall by Voyageur Press. He blogs at Fourth Row Center and is yet another critic with a Twitter feed.