Ben Wheatley's High-Rise is based on the 1975 novel of the
same name by J.G. Ballard and it is set when Ballard wrote it, in the mid-70s.
Robert Laing (Tom Hiddleston) is a young doctor attracted to
the lifestyle in a new 'modern' high-rise. The tower block is a self-sustaining
society created by esteemed architect Anthony Royal (Jeremy Irons) and has
everything you could possibly need within its walls. The building has its own
shopping market, school, gym, swimming pool etc etc. There is so much included
that you would never need to leave and people don't. The only thing missing is
perhaps its own police force which, with hindsight, turns out to be a rather large
oversight.
The problem is that the building mirrors the wider class
system with the upper class at the top, the middle class in the middle and the lower
class at the bottom. As ever this builds resentment.
Laing lives on the upper-middle 25th floor where he soon starts
to meet some of the other residents. While sunning himself naked on his balcony
(as you do), his upstairs neighbour Charlotte (Sienna Miller), who is also Royal's
aide, is very keen to introduce herself.
Meanwhile there are a few teething problems with the building.
Lifts get stuck, rubbish chutes clog up and there are power outages which only
affect the bottom of the building which further upsets the already uneasy
peace.
A patient of Laing’s called Munrow (Augustus Prew), who is
told by Laing that he has found ‘something’ in his brain, falls off the high
rise in a seemingly drunken escapade. Royal meanwhile seems uninterested as his
creation crumbles around him.
Of course you could ask why the residents don’t simply leave
instead of sinking into a life of theft, murder, eating dog, 24 hour orgies\rapes
and one of the most gruesome pool parties ever seen. Indeed. I suppose a
decently priced flat in London was hard to get even in the 70s.
For Laing I suppose his popularity with the ladies helps. He
gets with Charlotte first before working his way through many of the female residents
until finally gets with Wilder’s Helen who abandons her own children for a
tryst with him which does nothing for his already haphazard decorating.
When we are occasionally shown outside the building, the
desolate 70s vision that is painted makes the high-rise seem like a haven or is
it just a microcosm of society in the 70's that is probably still relevant
today. The residents feel trapped not only in the building but also trapped to
their individual floors, as their class situation won't allow them to ascend. The
only solution, as they see it, is to bring civilisation down and with it the
social class structure.
High-Rise is either a brilliant satire on the social classes
or incoherent nonsense. You choose. I rather liked it.