Well, what a thoroughly dullboring (yes, that’s ‘dullboring’) 116 minutes that was. The East centres on a young woman, whose name I can’t remember, who works for some sort of security firm or something. She infiltrates a group of yoghurt-weaving do-gooders-cum-eco-terrorists who are trying to bring down big, bad corporate America via a series (well, three) morally questionable attacks.
The East poses (or tries to) some big questions about sustainability, responsibility and the nature of capitalism. The trouble is, these subjects are handled in such a superficial manner it’s like watching Lorraine Kelly segue way onto human organ trafficking after the piece on the world’s cutest pony. To me, it just doesn’t ring true.
Brit Marling reminds me of the poem that one of Monica Gellar’s boyfriends wrote for her (you all watched Friends, right?), The Empty Vase. You know what I mean? She’s lovely to look at but it doesn’t seem like there’s much going on beneath the surface. Alexander Skarsgård stomps around looking all moody and Ellen Page just looks bored. There was nothing in any of the performances or the characters to really make me like or care about anyone on-screen. In fact about half way through I was basically willing them to get caught or killed just so I could go and get on with my life.