THE CAKEMAKER B+
Israel Germany (113 mi)
2017 ‘Scope d: Ophir
Raul Graizer
Any German-Israeli joint business venture can only be viewed
as promising, suggesting that if these two countries can put aside their past
differences and mutually agree to common interests, then anything’s
possible. Imagine how these two nations
must have viewed each other just a half a century ago. It boggles the mind. Reminiscent of François Ozon’s Frantz
(2016), which is an historical period piece set after the end of the First
World War when a visiting French soldier pays tribute to his fallen gay lover
in Germany, arousing hostile emotions, becoming a subject of derision and
contempt by an angered nation still smarting from defeat, yet the family of the
deceased comes to embrace him for his wealth of good intentions. The origins of this film began eight years
ago when the openly gay Graizer graduated from the Israeli Film School in Sapir
College, Sdero and joined a student exchange, with German students coming to
Israel while he ended up in Berlin, residing there for the past seven years,
married to a Berlin florist while also training to be a cook (teaching cooking
classes on the side), publishing a Middle-Eastern cookbook
at the same time his first feature film has an international release. Traveling between Berlin and Jerusalem, the
film is a portrait of two cities, following the exploits of Israeli businessman
Oren (Roy Miller), fluent in multiple languages, as he visits his favorite
Berlin bakery, Café Kredenz, developing an easy rapport with the pastry chef Thomas
(Tim Kalkhof), who creates these luscious concoctions that help keep business
booming. Without so much as a word of
explanation, Oren is soon living with Thomas on his near monthly visits, though
he has a devoted wife and 6-year old son back home. This arrangement feels quite natural, though
the absences are obviously difficult on the ones left behind. It is only when Oren fails to answer his
cellphone or call Thomas back that any real drama begins, as Thomas is pushed
into desperate actions, visiting Jerusalem in an attempt to find him, sadly
discovering from his employer that he died tragically in a car accident several
months earlier, leaving Thomas alone, languishing in a foreign city, which has
its own unique character and established rhythms, with cries of Shabbat being
announced all throughout the city, which becomes a kind of bond that helps
unite the brethren.
Winner of the Ecumenical prize at the Karlovy Vary Film
Festival (where it received a ten-minute standing ovation afterwards),
suggesting spiritual bonds can develop while mourning the loss of someone, and
made for less than $200,000, the film doesn’t feel sparse or neglected, but
spends an inordinate amount of time indoors in small settings, where the weight
of the film is what Thomas carries on his shoulders, visiting the small café
run by Oren’s widow, Anat, played by the always brilliant Sarah Adler who
sprung onto the scene in Godard’s NOTRE MUSIQUE (2004) and the remarkable Jellyfish
(Meduzot) (2007), where she adds such depth to any character. Asking if she needs any help, she initially
declines his offer, but later hires him for dishwashing or chopping vegetables,
where his willingness to do anything asked gets her attention, though a German
working in a Kosher kitchen arouses the suspicion of Oren’s brother Moti (Zohar
Strauss), who goes ballistic when he bakes some surprise cookies in the oven
for her son Itai’s birthday, instructing him to destroy them all, as she’ll
lose her Kosher license if people find out.
Despite his sensitivity on the issue, Anat is not so judgmental, as
she’s not a fervent believer, but happens to live and work in a Kosher
neighborhood surrounded by devout customers where these things matter. Nonetheless, this gesture is appreciated by
Anat, who starts selling the cookies, much to the delight of her
customers. It’s this kind of unspoken
recognition that happens throughout the entire picture, where underneath is a
queasy feeling that Thomas is a stalker, yet his eerie motives remain secretive
throughout, though the audience is well aware of the connection, yet Anat has
no idea. Is this a beautiful or a terrifying
thing? From the outset, what’s
immediately pronounced is the impassioned piano music of Dominique Charpentier,
adding a quietly surreal and contemplative element, like a melancholic voice
for the ghosts of the missing, adding a mysterious invisible force that seems
especially connected to moments alone, such as when Thomas is seen baking in
his apartment late at night, adding an intricate layer of complexity to the
passing of time, with Thomas especially absorbed in his own thoughts (which are
never revealed). As time goes on,
Thomas’s creations become the bulk of the business, as he draws customers with
his delightful baking skills, though ironically most are inherently German
recipes, like a divine Black Forest cake that she serves.
Even Moti grows to appreciate just how invaluable Thomas is
at the café, finding him a nearby apartment (where, of course, the residents
are under strict Kosher rules), and eventually inviting him to a family Shabbat
dinner. One of the undisclosed marvels
of the films is Moti’s mother Hannah (Sandra Sade), playing a woman much older
in years, yet instilling a near telepathic quality, as she may be the only one
that actually senses his relationship to her son, exquisitely expressed when she
shows him her son’s room, which is filled with pathos and a genuine sadness,
with his grief filling the room, setting the stage for what follows. This connection to the final haunting scene
from Brokeback
Mountain (2005) couldn’t be more subtle, but it’s impossible to miss, as
it’s one of the more remarkable moments of the film. Anat also grows more curious about her
husband’s past, rummaging through a box of his belongings, finding plenty of
receipts from Café Kredenz, even asking Thomas about them, but he claims having
no knowledge about the place. The
suppressed nature of what remains hidden under the surface only grows more
pronounced, culminating in a kitchen scene at the café where Anat takes matters
into her own hands, growing sensuously attracted to her blossoming baker,
throwing caution to the wind, showing her true feelings, which has a volcanic
effect, but also feels a bit taboo, as he’s enticing her under surreptitious
circumstances. Despite opening the
floodgates, seemingly overcoming all odds, their happiness is brief, as her
curiosity gets the better of her, finally listening to her husband’s final
recorded phone messages, where it’s Thomas calling with an increasing sense of
urgency. Stung by this apparent
betrayal, she’s hurt beyond belief, summoning Moti to throw the malicious
bastard out of the country, where an explosion of confusion takes center
stage. While there is a strange hazardous
foreboding underlying Thomas’s every move, the cruelty with which he is
dispatched is overly hurtful, leaving him irreparably damaged. Buoyed by powerful performances and
directorial restraint, part of the beauty of the film is the subtle editing by
Michal Oppenheim, where a story is told without revealing any of the hidden clues,
where most of what happens takes place wordlessly under the surface, eloquently
expressed by the haunting piano themes, reaching a sublime finale that couldn’t
be more poetically optimistic and utterly enthralling, adding an elegiac
quality. Word is a follow-up film may be
in the works.
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