The Ring (2003) [2-Disc Collector’s Set] – DVD

***½/**** Image A Sound A Extras B
starring Naomi Watts, Martin Henderson, David Dorfman, Brian Cox
screenplay by Ehren Kruger, based on the novel Ringu by Kôji Suzuki and the screenplay Ringu by Hiroshi Takahashi
directed by Gore Verbinski

by Walter Chaw Handsomely mounted and undeniably disconcerting, Gore Verbinski's The Ring, the American remake of the first of Japanese horror auteur Hideo Nakata's "Ring Trilogy" (itself based on a series of novels by Kôji Suzuki), lacks a good deal of the original's subtlety but makes up for it with the kind of electronic paranoia that is Yankee stock and trade. The ideas of an unfolding technical mystery, of a protagonist perhaps gifted with second sight, of being a cog at the will of a malignant machine, are borrowed with intelligence and profit from Coppola's masterpiece, The Conversation. The picture even lifts part of that film's dream sequence, a setting within a warehouse before a bank of media equipment, and a quiet tableau of individuals dwarfed by identical apartment units in the sterile honeycomb of modern inner-city housing.

RUNNING TIME
115 minutes
MPAA
PG-13
ASPECT RATIO(S)
1.85:1 (16×9-enhanced)
LANGUAGES
English DD 5.1
English DTS 5.1
English Dolby Surround
French DD 5.1
CC
No
SUBTITLES
English SDH
French
Spanish

REGION
1
DISC TYPE
DVD-9
STUDIO
DreamWorks

Likewise, as The Ring unfolds its essentially video mystery (The Conversation's enigma hinges, of course, on a dialogue captured on audiotape), it examines the nature and the danger of all journeys of self-discovery–the primary difference being that where The Conversation is a castration fable, The Ring is a story involved in the archetypal terror and mystery of feminine fertility and reproduction. There are four essential types of fertility and they relate to the four essential feminine archetypes: the virgin, the mother, the whore, and the crone, the last of whom encompasses elements of the previous three (the waxing and waning represented often in Western myth as the four moon cycles–and "The Golden Girls").

Rachel (Naomi Watts) is the fertile mother. A reporter for the Seattle Post-Intelligencer in a dreary, sepia-drenched vision of the Pacific Northwest, she learns of an urban myth involving a videocassette that, once watched, dooms the viewer to sudden death in one week's time. Representing the pre-fertile (virgin) is the lost child Samara (Daveigh Chase) at the heart of the film's central mystery (placing The Ring among generational paranoia films like The Exorcist and Don't Look Now); representing the post-fertile (crone) is the child's barren mother, Anna (Shannon Cochran); and representing the idea of fecund renewal (whore) is the tape itself, which courts an endless parade of suitors. Each of the non-mother, non-fertile characters seek progeny in ways unnatural and pernicious (a Frankenstein motif), so that this story of Rachel unravelling the secret of the video becomes a story of a reproductive female poking at the mystery of her own sex and sexuality.

Opening in a monumental urban fairy tale way like Bernard Rose's excellent Candyman (sharing that film's wisdom in moody, understated score as well), The Ring is taut and frightening by its own merits. It knows how to use empty space and shock moments to brilliant effect, trusting in a cavernous aural fidelity that is as disconcerting in its way as The Exorcist's subliminal sound mélange. Though I would argue that an examination of the feminine myths of the film add immeasurably to its enjoyment, lending import as well to a harrowing scene involving a horse on a ferry, submersions into bloody water, and, of course, the vaginal tube of its ring/well image, The Ring is entertaining on its standalone merits. Naomi Watts is excellent, the dreaded VHS dub itself is a fun pop-rendition of Buñuel filtered through a Nine Inch Nails sensibility (imagine Un Chien Andalou as a nightmare of feminine sexuality rather than masculine–"It's very film school," one character opines), and though Rachel's precocious "I see dead people" kid (David Dorfman) is more a device than a character, as a device he works predictably well.

Clever and loaded with issues both complex and obvious (media and voyeurism are handled well, though better in Watts's other dense mood piece Mulholland Drive), The Ring is an example of mainstream cinema that takes a storied and fabulous foreign work and honours many (if not all) of its subtler echoes while marrying it well to good ol' fashioned American technocratic anxiety. As film and cross-cultural adaptation it is superior to Christopher Nolan's Insomnia in nearly every respect, discarding the conventional answers and conclusions that plague the majority of Hollywood's squeamish, cowardly iterations and output. The Ring is fine cinema, blessed with an unusual respect for the horror genre and its own inherent silliness; it would be bottom-heavy with subtext were it not also lovely, haunted, and well-performed, and it joins The Rules of Attraction as a nice surprise of the early fall season. Originally published: October 18, 2002.

Rings Ryan Merriman and Emily VanCamp in Rings

RINGS *** (out of four)
Image A+ Sound A

Just in time for The Ring Two's theatrical bow, DreamWorks reissues its predecessor in a "Collector's Set" containing the original release of The Ring plus a bonus disc ("Rings: The Circle of Fear Is Growing.") that includes, in addition to a smattering of supplementary material, the all-new, exclusive-to-DVD Rings (17 mins.), an interstitial film that sheds light on the backstory of The Ring Two. Directed by Joseph Liebesman (Darkness Falls) and written by franchise superintendent Ehren Kruger, Rings catches up with the fated cassette after it's fallen into the hands of some hedonistic college students who get off on inflicting others with Samara's curse. Liebesman burns brightest in the short format, and this is an astonishingly assured piece teeming with pregnant images, from the opening shot of amoeba-like rings bonding to form the title to a car window covered in raindrops that squirm like the drowning men in Gore Verbinski's version of the tape. In the end, the film's artistry and Romero-eseque social commentary–one Ring 'survivor' has circles tattooed on his forearm–forgive not only a revisionist impulse (which seems to afflict the series on both sides of the Pacific), but also the fact that it's a shameless cliffhanger-cum-advertising tool. Also on board the disc: "Cast and Filmmaker Interviews" (8 mins.), which bears out as a Naomi Watts hagiography–not that she doesn't deserve one; "The Origin of Terror" (4 mins.), the umpteenth commercial disguised as a cursory overview of urban legends; The Ring's theatrical trailer; The Ring Two's teaser trailer; and the "cursed videos" from The Ring, The Ring Two, and Ringu in their entirety. (The one from The Ring precedes the main menu as well.) Presented in 1.78:1 anamorphic widescreen, Rings looks flawless–and sounds great, too, its Dolby Digital 5.1 mix throwing disembodied voices around in the room in one particularly striking passage. A word of caution: Like the Special Edition 3-Disc Gift Set of Verbinski's own Pirates of the Caribbean, The Ring's 2-Disc Collector's Set is horizontally packaged so that the two keepcases sit side-by-side on store shelves. A cardboard strip prevents the DVDs from becoming separated, but unfortunately, it's glued to the naked plastic of each keepcase (leaving a tacky residue behind) and covers the banner that indicates widescreen or fullscreen along the top of The Ring. You'll have to flip the thing like a pancake to find out which edition you're getting.BC

THE DVD
by Bill Chambers DreamWorks offers The Ring on DVD in widescreen and fullscreen editions light on bonus material; we received the former for review. The 1.85:1 anamorphic image is faithfully blue-green and of high-contrast. Compression artifacts are not an issue, and let it be said that The Ring belongs on TV, where it is stripped of a protective layer between the viewer and the paranoia the film levels at the medium, described in the opening sequence as an electric menace that corrupts invisibly. (And the video flicker built into the DreamWorks logo, which was merely witty in moviehouses, is sure to have people reaching for the remote at home.) The disc includes competing DTS and Dolby Digital 5.1 mixes, the DTS immersing us more thoroughly and delivering punchier stingers. Dialogue differs from my theatrical showing in that it's audible–there seems to be a new policy at the multiplex of keeping the centre channel at a low volume.

Not counting Rings (see sidebar), The Ring DVD's only significant extra is a fifteen-minute jumble of expunged footage (edited by Gore Verbinski himself) called "Don't Watch This," mastered in DD 5.1 and anamorphic widescreen. In an alternative method of Rachel discovering her niece's photo receipt, she comes across a movie collection featuring some hilarious fabricated titles, such as Heartfelt Sap. This blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment of levity is superior to other deleted attempts at humour–one is glad that none of the Blockbuster Video bits wound up in the film; one is not as thrilled that all those provocative snapshots of Amber Tamblyn hit the cutting-room floor. Verbinski's busy schedule (he's currently finishing this summer's big-budget Pirates of the Caribbean) limited his participation to this featurette, but since he's not averse to Special Editions (see: The Mexican's DVD), it's not unreasonable to expect that he'll deliver additional supplements on a future platter of The Ring. (I hope, if and when that day comes, the disc's cover art improves drastically.) A block of trailers for Ringu, Catch Me If You Can, and 8 Mile round out the disc. Originally published: March 16, 2005.

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