Review: Paranoia Park (2014)

Paranoia Park

July 7th marks the last day of the World Premiere Film Festival held at different SM malls in the metro. Envisioned as a celebration of the power and magic of film, the festival showcases the works of rookie film directors worldwide. This year, the Philippines hosted the event that ran from June 24- July 7.

It is always interesting to watch films of new directors because they don’t always follow the current trends. Being independent or new allows a director some leeway to follow his artistic instinct and do what he wants with the film. And it is because of this that films from independent or new directors always have something fresh to give to its audience.

I found out about the World Premiere Film Festival through a friend who loved independent films since we were in high school. Together, we watched some of the films eager to see how good these new directors are.

We watched Paranoia Park in SM Mall of Asia. It was a French film directed by Bruno Mercier about a mother forced to carry out tasks for a kidnapper who head taken her daughter and locked her up in an airtight tank. The tank had enough oxygen for only an hour.

Paranoia Park (2014)

It was disappointing there were only five people in the cinema during the screening. The film was a true thriller. The story was gripping, the mysterious kidnapper was scary and sadistic and vile that you could not help but to root for the mother.

I think what made the film effective for me was the color and sound used in the film. The film used effective color palette of gray, black, and blue that would really drive anyone to paranoia. I love how at first the colors were bright (as if it was going to be a wonderful day) and then as the film reaches its climax, the film gets darker and darker.

Adding to the eerily wonderful color used in the film is the equally eerie sound that creeps into one’s bones.

Despite not having a boldly original plot, Paranoia Park delivers a unique and artistic thriller. I felt the mother’s desperation as she tries to save her daughter. The fact that she looked young herself, gave me the impression that she, too, needed a mother. That she needed saving herself.

Judging from the sparse attendance in the screening we were at, I think Filipinos could stand to be more receptive to independent films. We’d be surprised at how creative indie directors are, and how artistically diverse films could be.

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