TABU (2012) A
Portugal Germany Brazil France (118 mi) 2012 d: Miguel Gomes
Portugal Germany Brazil France (118 mi) 2012 d: Miguel Gomes
People’s lives are not
like dreams. —Aurora (Laura
Soveral)
A bold, brilliantly written and directed film, where at
least part of the joy is in its magical film construction, mirroring the
original TABU (1931) directed by F.W. Murnau, a joint project with heralded
documentarian Robert J. Flaherty, set in the Polynesian South Sea island of Bora
Bora, inverting the two halves which were originally called “Paradise” and
“Paradise Lost,” shown here in opposite order.
The film shares similarities to the original even in theme, as both
comment on the effects of European colonialization in an otherwise native
setting with a beguiling beauty that is so idealized that it becomes mythical. Blending fact and fiction, reality and
fantasy, becomes so seamlessly integrated in both films that the two halves
continually comment on one another. The
brilliance of the Gomes film is the extraordinarily magical 2nd half, which is
so stunningly beautiful, not to mention amusingly told, that the audience is so
captivated by the originality of the story that there’s an instant desire to
see the first half again, curious about what might have been missed to see how
it all connects. The second half of the
film is all narrated by a single character who describes the story, where the
sound of his voice is the only sound heard for the duration of the picture,
unraveling like a literary work without dialogue or sound effects, other than
some carefully chosen songs, giving the appearance of a Silent film, but the
miraculous stretching of the imagination is a thing of beauty, startlingly
original, more fabulously inventive than the tedious melodrama of the highly
acclaimed, Academy Award winning The Artist
(2011), which seems like a cheap imitation by comparison. Two magical realist literary works
immediately spring to mind, the most obvious being Gabriel García Márquez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967),
all taking place in the mythical but intensely real town of Macondo, where
surrealism and the supernatural are ordinary occurrences, stretching the
boundaries of what is considered reality.
The second is Michael Ondaatje’s picturesque family portrait in his fictionalized
autobiographical memoir Running in the Family (1982), where
he returns to his native Sri Lanka (Ceylon at the time of his birth), blurring
the lines between fact and fiction, recreating a scandalously colorful, highly
detailed portrayal of his eccentric family, set in an exotic landscape of colonial
decline.
Shot in gorgeous Black and White by cinematographer Rui Poças,
the more realistic first half is in 35 mm while the magical second half is
blown up 16mm. Opening much like the
Coen brothers’ A SERIOUS MAN (2009), with an amusingly ominous Prologue narrated
by the director himself set in the wilds of early European exploration of
Mozambique in Africa, a Portuguese colony until 1975, with the sweaty black
hired hands using machete’s to chop a way through the brush for a hero known
only as “the intrepid explorer,” the unscathed white man all dressed up for a
safari adventure in khakis and a pith helmet, but never lifts a finger to help,
allowing others to do all the back-breaking work, sadly reaching an early
demise when he feeds himself to the crocodiles, distraught with grief over his
wife’s death, whose ghost can be seen on the shoreline warning him that he will
never escape his heart. In a unique blending
of the present with the past, a transition shot suggests what we’ve been
watching was being screened in a Lisbon movie theater, which middle-aged Pilar
(Teresa Madruga) watches intently with an older gentleman asleep on her
shoulder. After a feigned attempt afterwards
to impress her with flowery love talk that she ignores, they go their separate
ways home. With absurdist deadpan humor,
the strictly Catholic Pilar leads an uneasy existence, concerning herself with
the problems of others, offering her home to a young Polish girl visiting
Lisbon with friends, which is amusingly rejected when the young girl lies about
her identity, participating in human rights demonstrations, hanging a friend’s
painting on the wall every time he comes over while continually rejecting his
attempts at courtship, but her real interest is with her zany neighbors across
the hall in her apartment complex, Aurora (Laura Soveral), a candidly outspoken
and temperamental old woman and her devoted Cape Verdean maid Santa (Isabel Muñoz
Cardoso). Aurora has blown her life’s
savings playing slot machines at the casino and is openly suspicious of Santa
who she believes is casting Black magic spells.
Mostly seen from Pilar’s somewhat saintly perspective, the three women
speak directly into the camera offering close-ups with extended monologues, contrasting
their personalities, where both Pilar and Santa are driven by duty, straight-laced
and conservative, leading dreary, world-weary lives while the more free
spirited Aurora rambles on about recurring dreams of crocodiles and hairy
monkeys lurking near her bedside, carrying the emotional burden of a troubled
past, where her vivid recollections are simply a marvel of invention. While getting the least amount of screen time,
the dour and taciturn Santa remains an object of scorn by her employer, though
upon reflection, she may actually be the moral center of the film.
Aurora’s medical condition takes a turn for the worse,
suffering from the effects of dementia, but recalls a name from her past, Gian
Luca Ventura (Henrique Espírito Santo), a rugged, still handsome, silver-haired
gentleman that Pilar finds in another retirement home, stopping first for
coffee in the artificially designed rainforest of a shopping mall. As they sip their coffee, Ventura narrates in
voiceover how he met the young Aurora, Ana Moreira from The
Portuguese Nun (2010), fifty years ago in an unnamed African colony. Draped in a literary feel, Ventura’s ingenious
story has the playfulness of the García Márquez novel, richly detailed,
extravagantly layered, literally transporting the audience into a magical time
and place very much like the mythical world of Macondo, which is itself an elusive
Paradise, one that eventually disappears altogether. Aurora is the beautiful but spoiled and
filthy rich heiress living at the foot of Tabu Mountain where native servants
wait on her hand and foot, leading the ideal life with her perfect husband, Ivo
Müller, the local game-hunter who resembles The
Man with the Yellow Hat in Curious
George stories. The young Ventura, Carloto
Cotta, is a Bohemian free spirit with matinee idol good looks dodging arrest
wherever he goes, eventually settling down next door, where we quickly learn he
plays in a band singing Portuguese cover versions of 60’s pop songs, like The
Ronettes’ “Be My Baby,” The
Ronettes YouTube (2:46) or the Phil Spector produced Ramones cover of “Baby
I Love You” "Tabu"
Movie Clip #3, directed by Miguel Gomes
YouTube (2:57). The film’s
silence and apparent indifference to the native people and culture around them
is simply chilling, especially expressed in a pool party sequence where they
all appear oblivious to taking any interest in any life forms other than
themselves, becoming obsessively self-indulgent, throwing caution to the wind,
as represented by Aurora’s carefree love affair with her lusty neighbor Ventura,
a completely reckless act that suggests tunnel vision, acknowledging the couple
was “indifferent to the fate of the empire,” but perfectly expressing the
casually hedonistic European view of colonialization. The rhapsodic sweep of their romance is
magically transporting, but also morally unsettling, while as they’re
recklessly ignoring the dangerous marital consequences, they’re equally
oblivious to the rising tide of angry militarism surrounding them.
Following the Cahiers
du Cinéma magazine tradition in France, where Godard, Rivette, Truffaut,
and now Olivier Assayas all got their start in film criticism before they ever
made a single film, Gomes worked as a critic in Lisbon as well. Although his mother grew up in Angola, Gomes had
never ventured into Africa until this film experience brought him to
Mozambique, where at least part of the idea for the movie developed from
meeting a group of aging Portuguese musicians waxing nostalgic over their days
in pre-revolutionary Mozambique, where Gomes indicates “The Africa in the film
is more like the mythology of Africa that was produced by colonialism—and, of
course, by cinema.” In his review of
TABU Miguel
Gomes's 'Tabu' - NYTimes.com - Movies - The New York Times, New York Times film critic A.O. Scott
faults the director for glossing over the issues of colonialism in favor of a
more compelling film aesthetic. “Unlike
other recent European films (like Philippe Falardeau’s “Congorama” and Claire Denis’s “White Material”),
“Tabu” views colonialism as an aesthetic opportunity rather than a political or
moral problem. It is full of longing — hedged, self-conscious, but palpable all
the same — for a vanished way of life, in contrast to which contemporary
reality seems drab and numb.” But the
film structure cleverly plays each half against the other, suggesting there are
far-reaching consequences for both the doomed love affair but also practicing
foreign policy politics with blinders on, as both lead to tragic ends, which
includes the isolated sense of alienation in the first part, also a deep sense
of regret. Aurora, Santa, and Pilar
reflect the aftereffects of the sins of the past, still attempting to piece
together the disassembled remains of the earlier excesses, leaving
psychological scars of wounded memories, still fragmented, unable to discern
fact from fiction, historical myths from truth, both past from present, where
the indifference of modern society is living proof that many of the wounds from
the past have not healed, are still not understood, and continue to be
mythologized, much like the continuing politicalization of the present, where
dissenting points of view are attacked through heavily financed political advertisements,
where it’s again hard to find the truth through the fabricated smokescreen of
fiction. What makes this film so unique
is the clever playfulness of the tone, resembling the imaginative whimsy of Wes
Anderson’s Moonrise
Kingdom (2012), but with surprisingly more depth and complexity, adding
more rich textures, subtle symbolism, a variety of wonderful characters, and an
otherworldly effect, where Gomes finds strange ways to revisit the
unpleasantries of the past through such an experimental and powerfully poetic
approach. TABU is a corrective for past
crimes, this time utilizing authentic African songs and chants in balance and
harmony with the surrounding lands, where despite the lush Silent screen visualization,
it’s the white colonizers that continually appear woefully out of place.
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