Oscar season came and went. There were definitely a handful of great movies that give a ray of hope for today’s cinema, especially from the independent sector. Birdman won best picture, Boyhood gets it due and Whiplash provided us with excellent performances all around. The movie I found most intriguing, however, was Dan Gilroy’s Nightcrawler. Jake Gyllenhaal never ceases to amaze me with the versatility of his craft and establishes yet again in this film that he is among Hollywood’s elite actors. Watching this film gave me chills and kept me in a state of suspense in a way that few contemporary films can. It wasn’t just the disturbing aura of the film that kept me occupied, but rather the reminiscent feel of classic neo-noir that can instantly be seen by staring into Jake’s eyes.
As I watched the film, I kept imagining Travis Bickle from the Martin Scorsese masterpiece Taxi Driver as if he was employed the ratings-hungry station from Network (you can even view it as American Psycho with a camcorder).Seeing as one of the most predominant themes of those classic films are the cynical emotions the characters feel about their surroundings, Dan Gilroy provided a perfect blend of cynicism and apathy and formulated a violent and sinister plot that leaves you in shock of how anyone could succumb to such as mental disposition. In the film, Gyllenhaal plays Louis Bloom, a petty thief who receives payment from the possessions he steals. After witnessing a crash on the highway one night, Bloom also sees a freelance camera crew recording the accident to sell to local TV stations. Louis sees this and instantly becomes fanatical about the line of work. He purchases a camcorder and a radio scanner, employs a young assistant named Rick who’s simply looking for some type of employment and begins to take graphic close up recordings of the victim’s death that morning TV director Nina can’t get enough of.
As he becomes a more dominant freelance recorder in the area, Louis becomes so consumed with getting a story that his sanity is thrown even more into question(as if it wasn’t in question already). He manipulates Nina into having sex with him, begins to sabotage his competition that results in a critical accident (which is used as a morning news story) and goes deeper into the underbelly of Los Angeles crime, risking himself and his partner night in and night out. In essence, Bloom has become an anti hero that we become accustomed to seeing in noir films. What separates him, however, is how we view him. In traditional noir films, the anti hero is someone who’s better qualities outweigh his negative, still giving us a reason to root for him. With Bloom, his negative attributes have completely overtaken any positives, causing us to reconsider our stance with him. If there were any questions about his humanity thus far, none will be asked after his biggest story yet.
When a home invasion occurs one night, Bloom enters into the home immediately after it occurs, even seeing the two invaders leave in their black Escalade. Once he enters the home, before the police arrive, and takes gruesome footage of the victims soaked in blood, getting an adrenaline rush from the thought of this being the breaking news everyone will be talking about. To make matters even more sinister, he elects not to contact the authorities about the suspects who killed the residents, so that he may set up a situation where he can capture footage of the murderers getting arrested. Staking them out for a short while and following them to a diner, Bloom contacts the police, in which officers enter and a shootout begins. After a car chase, with the suspects car overturned, Bloom calls Rick over, claiming that the suspect is dead, to capture footage. Rick is then shot on the spot, with Bloom catching it all on camera. In this instance, he has become the villain. Nina is infatuated by the footage, and ultimately by the presence of Bloom. The film ends with Bloom giving directions to his new employees before they depart in their vans to catch the next story.
When watching Nightcrawler, I see a film in modern Hollywood cinema that made me felt like I time traveled back to time when films weren’t predictable and plot structures wasn’t based of a typical Hollywood ending. The film embodied a certain level of cynicism that many neo-noir films broadcasted, in which only a few production companies would dare to emulate today. What I mean by this is showing the dark side of people that was the main topic of film until the early 2000’s. In the film, Bloom states “What if my problem wasn’t that I don’t understand people but that I don’t like them?” This one quote personifies what noir films represent: The lack of optimism in humanity gives them a justifiable reason to act the way they do, regardless of what the outcome may be. Perhaps the film’s primary recipient of cynicism is greed,or the media/journalist ethics or the contemporary “American Dream.” It could very well be a combination of all of these. Regardless, it still brings back stylistic elements of plot structure and aesthetics that make a film enthusiast like me smile, no matter how twisted the plot might be.

































