“Man in High Castle” examines the ins and outs of a
hypothetical 1960’s world in which the Axis Powers won the war and U.S. is partitioned
between Japan and Nazi Germany with the Rockies acting as a lawless neutral
zone of sorts. It’s filled with the kinds of hypotheticals and conjecture that
history buffs will eat up with a lot of intrigue for the rest of us.
At the center of it all is a couple in San Francisco trying
to keep their noses down in this Orwellian world. Frank Fink works in what
looks (from our American middle-class 20th century perspective audience)
like a dreary job at a factory for souvenir relics which contrasts well with
girlfriend Juliana Crain who doesn’t yet have a job but seems like a woman
who’s destined for great things. Perhaps it’s the male gaze of the camera but
Crain has the poise and glamor that looks like she owns the screen. This is
fitting because the re-appearance of Juliana’s sister moments before being
gunned down puts her on a Hithcockian journey (complete with her own MaGuffin
in the form of a film from the titular Man in The High Castle) in the mold of
Cary Grant (“North by Northwest), Robert Cummings (“Sabetour”) or Robert Donat
(“39 Steps”).
It’s a welcome inversion to see a female heroine in the
ordinary-man-called-to-be-a-hero mold but it’s hard to ignore that she seems to
have a knack for making the wrong decisions. On no less than three occasions,
she makes an impulsive decision and leaves trusted comrades out to dry for an
enigmatic character, Joe Blake, who functions as the film’s third protagonist
but takes too long to develop into something interesting enough to warrant his
screen time. Blake is allied with the resistance but also secretly reports to
the Third Reich and the actor plays him as too much of a blank slate to really
care. There's supposedly supposed to be sexual tension but there are too many reasons that a Bluniana Union would never be remotely feasible and the lack of chemistry between the two leaves us little reason to believe otherwise.
For his part, Frank Fink is a trusty peon of the Japanese Pacific States until three of his family members get murdered. In some ways, his actions in the heat of the moment mirror the impulsive Juliana but his erring on the side of caution posits him as a character defined by a passivity that's repressed inside him until he occasionally explodes. Frank's loyalty to his friends and gradual turning to the side of the good guys makes him a pretty noble figure. His passivity is also a form of thoughtfulness, which is kind of ironic (and even darkly humorous in its over-the-topness) that he has no qualms whatsoever about repeatedly blackmailing and doing whatever the hell he wants to an antiques dealer named Mr Childan who identifies as a "man of culture." Aside from Childan's effeminate manner (it's possible he's supposed to read as closeted gay) that contrasts with Frank's gruff masculinity, there's also the issue of Childan displaying an exaggerated form of Frank's subservience that must get under his skin and add to a hypocrisy of sorts.
Like Childan, the series revolves around a number of characters
connected to the three protagonists at various levels of power. It’s pretty
rare to find a serialized story so deep that nearly every character on screen
has back story that gets interesting the more they’re on. For example, Obengrubberfuhrer
(if I lived in this world, I’d be shot pretty quickly for giggling at these
German titles) John Smith (Joe Blake’s contact) is an American family man with
a strong allegiance to the Third Reich that’s pretty much played straight: He’s
a man of his circumstances. It’s interesting, on the surface that he has a
general sense of through-the-looking-glass decency in a Nazi uniform, but it’s
also interesting that he generally embodies the type of 50s family patriarch
who’s commanding, unilateral, and a little emotionally distant from his kids
even as he’s doing things in his best interest. His bad guy status highlights
both worlds.
Similarly, a lot of the Japanese characters are even more
fascinating for someone who has seen very few on-screen portrayals of Japanese
power structures (does “On Her Majesty’s Secret Service” count?) whether in an
official or underworld capacity. It’s hard to find anyone to admire more than
Nokosube Tagomi.
Because it’s such a complex world it takes at least five or
six episodes to unwind and its only towards the very end of the season that it
starts to get addictive. The plus is that there’s a wide world to delve into
but the downside is that it’s a slow burn. When a particularly menacing character,
Inspector Kiddo (it seems like many of the Japanese characters were cast on
ability to menacing scowl and this guy takes the cake), started making an
impression on me late in the season, it took me a minute to remember that this
man was a guy I should have hated and feared all along since he was responsible
for locking up Frank and killing his family.
I’m not sure the degree of Ridley Scott’s involvement but
there is a lot of dystopic beauty here that’s similar to “Blade Runner.” This
is a world filled with a lot of beautiful shades of gray. It's a world of bleak situations, secrets and traces of honor and hope. It's worth sticking around for.