Pi (1997)

Restate my assumptions: few great filmmakers make a success of it from the start. There are notable examples like Scorsese, Lynch and Tarantino but for most, it's work in progress. So when someone like Darren Aronofsky comes around, it's time to get excited.

Aronofsky burst onto the indie scene at the Sundance Festival last year, with his first feature, Pi, which scooped him the prestigious Best Director Award. It is the story of Max, a maths graduate working on the riddle of said mathematics Holy Grail that he believes unlocks the secrets to the universe itself and the numbers that govern it. A shady Wall Street group and an Hassidic sect crave the same solution for their own ends and as Max nears his goal, their obsession with him intoxicates toward a psychotic showdown between Max, his investors, the Torah and sanity itself.

The film explores Max's introspected paranoia through an abstracted mix of audio and visual meltdown played off against the surreal background of New York subways, Max's computer-junky apartment, Chinatown and it's strange inhabitants. The film succeeds in a steady equilibrium of visual and intellectual overload. A heady cocktail of mathematics and urban paranoia from Max's haunting voiceover to the fast paced cinematography of each scene leave the spectator transfixed in awe.

The grainy monochromatic visuals and electro-insane soundtrack of owe much to Eraserhead but work hard to surpass the comparison. From here the film delivers the usual staple of cliches we come to expect from anx-ridden, first-time directors - childhood, entrapment, masochism - but these appear justified necessity rather an aesthetic or generic demands.

Aronofsky carefully weaves a delicate balance of filmic language that most scholars and veterans find perplexing. This is modern filmmaking feeding off it's own culture: merging visual sublimity and intellectual expectation with self-reference worked into the anorexic perfection of low-budget originality.

Pi also marks a return for Clint Mansell, credited with the film's original score and responsible for the audio end of the film's attention-grabbing opening and closing sequences. With a bandy mixture of electrostatic to accompany Max's journey into madness including the ganglionic delights of Orbital, Autechre, Aphex Twin and the crazed stupor of Mansell's techno theme the film takes one step closer to a heavenly perfection.

As for the cast and in particular Sean Gullette's tour de force portrayal of Max, it is this flourishing insanity that embellishs a reality we are invited to believe and partake in and when the film ends, leaves us questioning our own sanity and that of the world we live in.

Restate my assumptions: Darren Aronofsky has a bright future.

RATING:

(c)Limer 1998