The Humanity of Evil In the Barrel of a Gun

“From the last place on earth comes a true story of courage and survival.” Though the tagline for Robert Sarkies’s “Out of the Blue” focuses on the positive, it’s also a story of madness, cowardice, and death. But it turns out that the salient detail is the one about “the last place on earth.”It’s not a bad way to describe the southeastern part of the South Island of New Zealand, where wild and beautiful landscapes, shared by the sparse human population with penguins and seals, remind you that the next stop is Antarctica. But what has the location to do with this tragic story of a nutcase and his semi-automatic rifle? You’d think America would have plenty of crazed-gunmen stories of her own to tell, without having to import them from pacific New Zealand.Mr. Sarkies’s camera does its best, however, to persuade us that the murderous rampage that David Gray (Matthew Sunderland) went on in Aramoana, New Zealand, in November 1990 was somehow connected with the place where it happened.For a movie containing so much sickening violence, this one has an idyllic appearance and pace. Often, the camera cuts away from its narrative duties to shots of the stark and beautiful New Zealand coastline — sometimes in static aerial shots that seem intended to give us the impression of looking down on the human tragedy from an immense, god-like height. It’s an interesting idea, thus, to supply a purely cinematic and passionless perspective on such emotionally harrowing material. Is it meant to echo a moral perspective, or to take its place?The title provides the clue. Like most artists these days, Mr. Sarkies regards violence as being practically an act of God. There is no accounting for it. It can simply be taken for granted. The question of how David Gray came to the point of gunning down 13 of his neighbors doesn’t interest him.Some viewers may regard Gray’s murders as not being “out of the blue” at all. According to the normal conventions of filmmaking, he is an obvious killer from the start: a loner and a gun-nut with an anger problem and more than a hint of paranoia. If his neighbors had seen him in a movie, as we do, they’d have known long in advance what was coming.But that’s just it. When you’ve lived all your life next door or down the street from the guy, you don’t see him the way a movie audience does. When things have been the way they are for a long time, or have only gradually become that way, it’s hard to understand how everything can change in an instant.The great virtue of Mr. Sarkies’s film is that the director sticks very closely to what must have been the actual point of view of the people caught up in the shooting rampage. The sickening fear of knowing that there is a crazy man nearby who is shooting people at random but not knowing where he is, of seeing badly wounded people lying out in the open but not being able to go to their assistance without becoming a target — these things are well-conveyed.The empathetic approach extends even to the gunman himself. If evil is something that comes “out of the blue,” and not as a result of rationally explainable moral choices, then Gray must be as much its victim as those he kills. The last we see of him here is meant to make just that point.Likewise, the policeman (Karl Urban) who has him in his sights and can’t bring himself to pull the trigger is merely the victim of his own compassion and decency, not a fool and a coward whose hesitation must have cost several lives.The film makes no moral judgments, here or anywhere else, preferring instead to enjoy the artistic prerogative of creating a tableau of tragedy and victimhood that can be appreciated aesthetically and emotionally.To me, that is a serious limitation, an abdication of moral responsibility. But those who are less particular about such things may find much to admire about the movie, especially its sharply observed, often comic portraits of the Aramoanans, who are seen as a sort of kinder, gentler version of American rednecks.Deserving of special mention is the grandmotherly Helen Dickson (Lois Lawn), who’s just had her hips “done” and can barely walk, but crawls and drags herself back and forth between her house and a badly wounded man in the road in an effort to bring help. She serves as a welcome reminder that not even the most determined efforts of the aesthete can quite deny us a hero — any more than they can a villain.jbowman@nysun.com

The Humanity of Evil In the Barrel of a Gun

The Humanity of Evil In the Barrel of a Gun

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