Showing posts with label Alain Guiraudie. Show all posts
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Tuesday, July 22, 2025

Misericordia (Miséricorde)


 










Writer/director Alain Guiraudie















MISERICORDIA (Miséricorde)                    B                                                                       France  Spain  Portugal  (104 mi)  2024  ‘Scope  d: Alain Guiraudie

For me, Misericordia goes beyond the question of forgiveness, it embodies the idea of empathy and understanding others, transcending all moral boundaries.                                                    —Alain Guiraudie

Listed as the #1 film of the year by French publications Cahiers du Cinéma: Top Ten Films of 2024 and Les Inrocks: Our Top Films of 2024, and a major hit in France, from the maker of Stranger By the Lake (L'inconnu du lac) (2013), which was listed as the #1 film of the year by Cahiers du Cinéma: Top Ten Films of 2013, and Staying Vertical (Rester vertical) (2016), this is a mysteriously odd Dostoevskian Crime and Punishment morality tale, where Guiraudie loves his male characters to be psychologically complex, doing things that are completely unexpected, where an examination of masculinity is always at the heart of his films.  This is basically an examination of sin, largely viewed from a Catholic perspective, as Catholicism remains the dominant religion in France, providing an unorthodox yet contemporary reading, where it’s less about punishment and more about atonement, adding an interesting layer to criminality, where the church actually sides with the offender, believing that soul can still be saved, with the church promoting the idea of mercy, which is the title of the film in French, effectively playing a prominent role, with surprisingly little thought given to the victims.  It never actually clicks with viewers, however, succumbing to its own ambiguity, though it may be driven by the social media age, with everyone primarily thinking only of themselves, where we may have lost the capacity to be moved by the grief, sorrows, and miseries of others.  This may recall the priest in Hitchcock’s I CONFESS (1953), though it feels more like a grim outgrowth of his morbid comedy of errors, The Trouble With Harry (1955), while some think this veers more in the direction of Bruno Dumont, and others draw comparisons to the homoeroticism of Pier Paolo Pasolini’s TEOREMA (1968) or Anthony Page’s ABSOLUTION (1978), with Guiraudie suggesting criminality is an extension of physical desire, seemingly inevitable, a part of the existential human equation, with the church stepping in to provide important context.  Based in part on Guiraudie’s 2021 novel, Rabalaïre, while also drawing from Now the Night Begins from 2018, born and raised a Catholic, this feels like an extension of the ethical principles advanced by French writer and philosopher Georges Bataille, an important influence on the director’s work, so prominently featured in Christophe Honoré’s sexually provocative MA MÈRE (2006), where the sex is wildly exaggerated, exposing a quest for transcendence through base sexual indulgence.  Like that film, this can feel rather preposterous as well, defying convention with a kind of far-fetched, alternate reality.  Bataille was himself a failed priest, and was “excommunicated” by his fellow Surrealists, yet his philosophy has resonated widely and helped pave the way to contemporary critical theory.  By embracing everything rejected, feared, or held in contempt, Bataille reclaimed everyday parts of human existence, becoming associated with a literature of transgression, where he “consistently uncovers and affirms the unmistakable signature of violence, sacrifice, transgression, abjection, sensuality, excess, passion, waste, and horror at the heart of our erotic desires,” Georges Bataille (1897-1962): Life & Letters, offering a more primal aspect of human sexuality.  Guiraudie is a gay filmmaker and novelist whose examinations of sexual desire have always been at the heart of his pictures, but this feels less about the sexual act itself, and more about the unreleased tension stemming from the unavoidability of our desires and their destructive power, which may be seen as guiding all of our actions, for better or for worse, often playing out in a comic chain of events.  Accordingly, a lonely priest figures prominently in this film, shepherding a man who commits a mortal sin, a murder by passion, yet the priest shields him from authorities, perplexingly guiding him from imminent arrest, creating what amounts to a completely unorthodox and possibly corrupt reading of sin and redemption, yet there’s no mistaking the Buñuelian religious hypocrisy, becoming a metaphor for the church as a whole, which has been condoning wrongs and covering all kinds of atrocities under the cloak of love for a few thousand years.

Opening on a long shot seen through the windshield driving down a country road, this is our introduction to the small rural town of Saint-Martial, as Jérémie (Félix Kysyl), an out of work baker from Toulouse, returns to his hometown for the first time in ten years to attend his former boss's funeral, Jean-Pierre (Serge Richard), a bakery owner who is the former mentor that taught him the art of pastries and baguettes, a man that he holds in great affection.  After visiting the body in the home of his widow, Martine (Catherine Frot), the village priest (Jacques Develay) delivers the eulogy in the breezy outdoor funeral service, suggesting love is eternal, as Christians believe “death is not an end,” but simply “a passage into the kingdom of love and light.”  Few details are offered about Jérémie’s past, but there are suggestions that it is a troubled history.  While Martine graciously offers her home, implying this is not a time she wants to be alone, her hot-headed son Vincent (Jean-Baptiste Durand), who lives elsewhere with his wife and young son, views his intrusion with open hostility, erupting in moments of playful hands-on fighting that is more typical of the roughhouse tactics of teenage boys, where it’s clear these two don’t exactly get on, as Vincent seems furious that Jérémie is staying in his old room, still filled with all his personal memorabilia, including sports posters on the wall.  It’s important to note that Catherine Frot is a bonafide star in France, but much less known abroad, where she appears in all three episodes of the wonderfully inventive Lucas Belvaux TRILOGY (2002), also Denis Dercourt’s THE PAGE TURNER (2006), and Xavier Giannoli’s MARGEURITE (2015), working for the first time with this director, providing a charming contrast of calm between the flared tensions of the two men.  As Jérémie prolongs his stay, however, his presence seems to unleash an undercurrent of unease among the residents, continually stirring up old resentments from the past, becoming an irritant to many who come into contact with him, who wonder why he’s returned, where the mysterious behavior of the characters is never less than intriguing, submerged in dark motives and repressed sexual desires.  While there is little sex to speak of, none actually happening onscreen, Guiraudie’s film is immersed in psychological projections and unfulfilled desires.  Plagued by doubts about his own character, Jérémie’s intentions are never actually revealed, like why he fled the town in the first place, which is part of the existential mystery of a film that vociferously defies viewer expectations and is never easy to digest, yet the way this is envisioned feels like it exists in a netherworld somewhere between a dream and reality, where the dark forest, and the pervasive role of mushrooms, add murky elements of a perversely discomforting fairy tale.  Jérémie has difficulty sleeping, often awakening in the middle of the night to either examine family photograph albums or go on long walks in the forest, presumably to seek out mushrooms, but he has no real knack for it.  These incidents are preceded by a glimpse of the digital clock in the darkened bedroom, alerting viewers to the time, with Vincent storming into the room at the crack of dawn to offer a stern warning that he needs to immediately get out of town and never come back, startling him before heading off to work for his 5 am shift, and on another occasion he follows Jérémie into the woods, only this time the fisticuffs are for real, with a bullying Vincent threatening that he needs to leave immediately.  These volatile explosions leave viewers on edge, wondering what secrets Jérémie could possibly expose, exacerbated by visits to another childhood friend, Walter (David Ayala), who is also best friends with Vincent, so there’s an underlying feeling of resentment each time one of these guys pays him a visit, bordering on adolescent jealousy, though Guiraudie never seeks resolutions to clear the air, instead allowing lingering resentments to fester.  

Nature plays a prominent part in this film, spending a lot of time in the woods, while the changing autumnal colors of the rural farmlands add a bucolic beauty to the landscape, gorgeously filmed by Claire Mathon, one of the more prestigious cinematographers working today, having filmed his earlier films, while also collaborating with Mati Diop’s Atlantics (Atlantique) (2019), Céline Sciamma’s 2019 Top Ten List #2 Portrait of a Lady On Fire (Portrait de la jeune fille en feu) (2019) and Petite Maman (2021), and also Alice Diop’s 2023 Top Ten List #3 Saint Omer (2022), films that vibrate with sensuality and grace, literally bathed in the iridescence of light.  This film, on the other hand, accentuates scenes that take place in the dark, adding a somber and sinister tone.  Only a few characters actually grace the screen, with almost no extras, so this is a minimalistic, uncluttered aesthetic that largely accentuates the psychological mindset of the characters, accentuating prevailing themes of homoeroticism, guilt, shame, and morality, with a few semi-erect penises that are carefully revealed at precise moments, giving a clear indication of what’s driving the moment, like an essential truth that cannot be questioned, while also representing a force of nature.  Balancing that physical reality is the spiritual presence of the priest, who seems to pop up out of nowhere at times, representing the moral conscience of the community, though this priest is not like any other, a far cry from Bresson’s Diary of a Country Priest (Journal d'un curé de campagne) (1951), which is a grim portrayal of self-deprivation, and a profoundly contemplative work where pain and suffering may be the conduit that drives us closer to the Divine.  This priest revels in the grim realities of the everyday working class, painstakingly attempting to contextualize and make sense of acts spiraling out of control, curiously contending death is a good thing, “We need unexpected deaths.  We need accidents.  We need murders,” which further complicates an entangled web of desire, suspicion, and what is described as an “irreparable act,” with the priest exploring themes of guilt, forgiveness, love, death, and the nature of desire, with a focus on the characters’ motivations and the relationships between them.  An unorthodox confessional may be the scene of the film, with a role reversal taking place, as Jérémie hears the priest’s confession, acknowledging he knows who the murderer is, but chooses not to turn him in, where this dilemma between vengeance and forgiveness is an essential Catholic problem, typified by the confession, where no sin is beyond forgiveness.  This scene is mirrored by equally unorthodox police procedures, visiting Jérémie as he sleeps, hoping to extract a confession from his semi-conscious state.  The film has been described as an elegy for impossible love, where eroticism and death are intimately entangled, as Guiraudie’s films typically explore the social and emotional impact of crime, and the inexplicable yet irrepressible power of desire, often in similar settings, particularly the rural south of France where the filmmaker is from, known for conveying a feeling of detachment, where the camera is always placed from the perspective of one of the people involved, typically using fixed shots, and while there is a musical score by Marc Verdaguer, it only appears at the very beginning and end.  At the root of Jérémie’s visit may be the fixated and likely unconsummated love he still holds for the deceased (which Martine is at peace with, while clearly Vincent is not, creating an unexplored dynamic), as Vincent is now irrationally threatened by his extended visit, believing he has an erotic interest in his widowed mother and is taking advantage of her vulnerability.  While all indications are that Jérémie is gay and/or bisexual, he also tends to cause trouble and stir things up, remaining something of an enigma, not particularly sympathetic, hard to read, and sexually unidentifiable, representative of those Guiraudie protagonists who are drifters, where nothing truly defines them.  Enveloped in small town repressions and petty jealousies, it all unfolds as a darkly comic crime thriller, deceptively subtle in its sensuous subversion of the film noir genre, transitioning into an increasingly absurd murder investigation, with a textured, engrossing kind of atmosphere, where the perpetrator repeatedly makes up stories about what happened, as lies only lead to more lies, with wayward desire giving way to impulsive behavior that instead of turning into a disaster, potentially leads to a rather unexpected road to liberation. 

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Monday, October 2, 2017

Beach Rats














BEACH RATS             B                  
USA  (95 mi)  2017  d:  Eliza Hittman

Winner of the Best Director Award at Sundance, this film is not nearly as drawn out or as intricately ambitious as the director’s earlier film It Felt Like Love (2013), though it has similarities, following a path of youthful sexual desires gone awry and the internalized wasteland it can lead to, filled with psychological ambiguities, with characters alienated from themselves and others, yet clamoring for love and attention, which they don’t know how to get at their tender young ages, instead pretending to be aloof and disaffected.  In many respects this feels more like a sketch than a full-blown effort, an impressionistic mosaic about a confused male identity, where isolated landscapes of a deserted stretch of beach are the setting for anonymous sexual hookups with other guys, filled with a nocturnal void, as things can inevitably go wrong, creating empty spaces that remain unfilled, yet the unmistakable downward spiral is haunting and effective, bordering on suicidal, where it’s clear we are entering this kind of troubling world that effects so many vulnerable kids with anguished and wounded souls.  It’s also clear in films like Alain Guiraudie’s Stranger By the Lake (L'inconnu du lac) (2013), for instance, that adult gay men face many of these same difficulties, exploring their dangerous impulses, but this film feels more curious about the fleeting moments in the life of a young adolescent prone to making ill-informed decisions.  Like her earlier film, the similarities to the filmmaking of Claire Denis are unmistakable, as clearly she and her cinematographer Hélène Louvart have been influenced by Beau Travail (1999), where men’s bodies, naked from the waist up, are conscientiously gazed upon with probing eyes.  In this case, a gang of four teenage guys from Brooklyn, including Jesse (Anton Selyaninov), Nick (Frank Hakaj), and Alexei (David Ivanov, three non-professionals recruited from the South Brooklyn neighborhood), hang out along the boardwalk of Coney Island, really for no other reason than they have nothing better to do, where their dead-end lives living at home with their parents feel stiflingly claustrophobic, already alienated from family members and society at large.  Following a single boy, Frankie (British newcomer Harris Dickson), a buff young kid who likes to look at himself in the mirror striking various poses, he has little sympathy for his younger sister Carla (Nicole Flyus), while his mother (Kate Hodge) is consumed by her husband in the living room withering away from cancer, attending to him along with a hospice nurse.  Caught off-guard by the circumstances, this seems to prevent Frankie from finding his bearings, as he pretty much avoids his family altogether, hanging out in the basement scoping gay web cam chat sites, eyeing up older guys that interest him, but mostly he seems to like being noticed by them. 

What his Brooklyn gang has in common is an interest in getting high, even visiting a vape shop, competing for best smoke rings, then wandering the streets interacting with whoever they encounter, acting like goofballs, returning home late where they fall into bed completely wasted.  While watching the fireworks at Coney Island, he happens to meet a cute young girl, Simone (Madeline Weinstein), who finds him attractive, bringing her back home where he snorts some coke and has difficulty getting aroused, treating her crudely where she’s forced to make an angry and awkward exit.  Acting like it means nothing, his sexual curiosity leans towards finding other men, a practice he keeps secret from everyone else, even becoming a young hustler who waits for pick-ups near the beach.  His attraction to cruising however is countered by his social need to hang out with the boys, hell-bent on getting high, even returning to Simone and apologizing, confessing a certain confusion by what’s happening with his Dad, where she gives him a second chance.  While some may be more intrigued by the graphic gay sex scenes, rarely filmed by a woman, by the way, but the montage of scenes with Frankie and Simone basically having fun doing stupid things together at a street carnival are actually more impressive, especially the lighting and color schemes, shot on 16mm, emphasizing the director’s attraction to surface qualities, where she seems to get everything right, abandoning plotline altogether for a more abstract, free-flowing glimpse of kids being happy, where it doesn’t take much, mostly it’s just sharing a common mood, where the film excels with a spacious and sophisticated electronic soundtrack by Nicholas Leone, feeling dreamy and atmospheric, setting the tone where the most powerful scenes in the film are wordlessly poetic.  Despite his tendencies, regularly having sex with men, which is easier for him than sex with women, where he apparently presents a façade of masculinity, Frankie never acknowledges that he’s gay, as if it’s something he’s still figuring out.  This, in essence, is the heart of the problem, as everything explored in the film springs from this personal deception.  When he and Simone and the boys go on a pleasure boat cruise, popping pills ahead of time, Frankie gets lost in his fractured identity, growing more unsure of himself and completely thrown off his game when the bartender turns out to be one of his earlier affairs, where it seems like he has to escape from himself, where the disco vibe is loud and oppressive, though accurately shown, as it accentuates luridly sexy females on the dance floor, where he’s off on another wavelength, soon having an emotional breakdown, eventually abandoning Simone altogether, escaping alone into the darkened night, retreating back to the beach and the midnight prowlers, getting his sex off anonymously.

Simone dumps him afterwards, claiming he’s more of a reclamation project than a boyfriend.  Following the death of his father, however, Frankie’s trajectory is a downward spiral, as drugs don’t come so easy and his mother is annoyed by his nocturnal habits, coming home late in who knows what state, setting a terrible example for his sister, who can’t get away with any of his nonsense, spending his life getting wasted.  While his mother tries to get under his skin, asking what’s going on, offering the kind of help only mothers can provide, Frankie can’t handle it, as he doesn’t want anyone delving into his private business, unable to share any of the salacious details of a life of promiscuity, basically having sex only with strangers, where using a condom is not something that enters this guy’s head.  While the film is not really about coming out, as Frankie remains closeted, the effects this has on him are startling, easily irritated, growing moody and easily disturbed, with Frankie finding it harder to hang with the boys, where the effects of having absolutely nothing to do becomes a weight they all carry, turning to him for drugs, as they always have, with pathetic results.  This group dynamic changes when Frankie becomes so desperate for companionship that he mentions cruising gay sex sites to his buddies, claiming his only interest is getting high.  While they find this incredulous and crack homophobic jokes, they agree to set up a plan to meet a guy with the sole intention of taking his drugs.  When this initially fails, with the guy taking off after seeing four guys hanging out, Frankie contacts him again, claiming he’ll be alone, where the plan is to have the others lying in wait.  This flips the script, as Frankie has been lurking in dangerous waters, subject to possible shark attacks, but now he’s become a dangerous sexual predator that preys on others, where a pervasive mood of dread haunts the picture, suddenly injected with horror themes.  Bad things happen, leaving his head spinning afterwards, though he’s largely to blame, but like everything else, this is something he hasn’t figured out yet, wandering alone, out of sorts, revisiting familiar places, but exiled, cut off from the rest of the world, remaining a stranger in a strange world.  Much like Hittman’s earlier film was about the dangers of female sexuality, putting herself in situations before she was ready, with ghastly results, this eye opening film is a cautionary tale for young gay men, who clearly need to come to terms with their own sexual identity or face disastrous consequences, from suicidal inclinations to deviant behavior where they could end up behind bars.  Some of the best insight into the film is expressed by Steve Erickson from The Nashville Scene, With Beach Rats, Eliza Hittman Becomes a Major New Voice, suggesting “Beach Rats is the best demonstration of the dangers of the closet since Bernardo Bertolucci’s The Conformist.

Postscript

There is some controversy about the film because it so closely details the murder of Michael Sandy, a black gay man lured to a Brooklyn beach in 2006, presumably to have sex with a contact he met online, but instead he was met by four attackers who dragged him from his car, with one of the attackers chasing him onto a busy highway, pushing him into the path of an oncoming car that killed him.  Frankie’s character resembles that of Anthony Fortunato, aged 20, allegedly the mastermind behind the crime, who allegedly had a girlfriend and had pulled this kind of stunt before, where the men claimed they were after Sandy’s marijuana, but beat him because he was gay.  Three of the four attackers were later convicted of gay-bashing hate crimes.  During the trial, Fortunato confessed to being gay, begging the question, can a gay man commit a hate crime against another gay man?  The answer is yes, because Sandy was chosen specifically because of his sexual orientation.  The murder resembles an earlier racial incident that occurred at Howard Beach in 1986 when a car carrying four black men broke down on the roadway, forcing one to remain in the car while three walked several miles for help in Howard Beach, a mostly all-white neighborhood, where they were confronted by a group of white teens hurling racial slurs.  One of the three blacks escaped, while the other two were badly beaten, with one, Michael Griffith, chased out onto the highway where he was killed by an oncoming car.  Nine people were ultimately convicted on a variety of charges related to Griffith’s death.   

In Hittman’s film, there is no black victim, as all the participants are white, yet the names of the characters are identical to those killing Sandy, where she received permission from the State of New York to film at the exact same setting as the murder, though what happens to him remains ambiguous, as the film never reveals an outcome.  Despite repeated questioning, Hittman has refused to credit or even acknowledge the Sandy murder as an influence in her film, instead claiming her film represents the mindset of plenty of homophobic guys she grew up with, having gone to school at Edward R. Murrow High School in South Brooklyn.  In a written statement to Gay City News, a LGBT-serving New York City publication, Ms. Hittman wrote:

As a Brooklyn native, I’m aware of the Anthony Fortunato story as well as numerous other cases of intolerance and injustice towards the gay community.  I did not set out to make a biopic or tell anyone’s personal story.  Like my other films, ‘Beach Rats’ explores the fragility and danger of teenage sexuality.  And it’s intended as a poetic exploration of the pressures of masculinity and an identity crisis as a catalyst for violence, which is unfortunately all too common.  Growing up in Brooklyn, I’ve witnessed first-hand instances of homophobia in my own upbringing and community, all of which influenced the writing of this story.