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Thursday, April 23, 2026

Who By Fire (Comme le feu)



 













Director Philippe Lesage












WHO BY FIRE (Comme le feu)        B                                                                              Canada  France  (161 mi)  2024  ‘Scope  d: Philippe Lesage

Allegedly inspired by the Leonard Cohen song by the same name, Leonard Cohen - Who By Fire (Official Live in London 2008) YouTube (6:26), with its links to the Jewish Yom Kippur prayer Unetanneh Tokef and its references to death, but it is also a song about our life journey and how our experiences, good and bad, welcome and unwelcome, shape the person we become.  With many believing he is the heir apparent to Québécois filmmaker Denys Arcand, Lesage is a Canadian director, screenwriter, producer, photographer, and actor who got his start directing documentary films before transitioning to autobiographical-inspired fictional films, winner of the Generation 14plus Grand Prix at Berlinale 2024, which explores youth perspectives, often with challenging, authentic, and unconventional storytelling, carving out the psychological contours of teenagers finding their paths through treacherous emotional landscapes.  While there are many good things about this film, it’s still a bit confusing and off-putting, as some of the characters exist, but are nearly invisible, fading into the woodworks, which matches the darkened palette with an almost Rembrandt looking framing, where things easily disappear into the darkness.  Also the backstory, whatever it may be, is entirely absent, so whatever history these characters have remains a mystery.  For instance, there is the presence of legendary French actress Irène Jacob, a fixture in Kieślowski’s THE DOUBLE LIFE OF VÉRONIQUE (1991) and THREE COLORS TRILOGY: RED (1994), yet she is barely utilized, appearing only briefly in a role with little consequence.  Instead the focus is on the fragility of the male ego, mostly explored through long, tense shots set against the unforgiving Canadian wilderness, highlighting how nature reflects and dismantles the characters’ fragile mindset, whether it be an adult or child perspective.  Exploring complex, messy relationships and shifting power dynamics during a secluded wilderness retreat, the film centers on teenage filmmaker wannabe Jeff (Noah Parker), who is clearly trying to find himself, searching for approval from adult role models, but instead encounters a disoriented and unhinged world of adult insecurities, artistic ego, and failed mentorship while visiting an acclaimed director he greatly admires.  With a predominance of atmosphere and mood setting the stage, there’s an interesting use of interior dream sequences, where it’s not always recognizable just whose dream we are seeing.  17-year-old Jeff accompanies the family of his best friend, Max (Antoine Marchand Gagnon), his intellectually neurotic screenwriting father Albert (Paul Ahmarani), and Max’s self-asserting, college-aged older sister, Aliocha (Aurélia Arandi-Longpré in her first feature role), an aspiring writer he has a secret crush on, named after the saintly youngest brother from Dostoyevsky’s The Brothers Karamazov, heading to the secluded home of well-known filmmaker and avid outdoorsman Blake Cadieux (Arieh Worthalter) in what is meant to be a happy reunion between two longtime friends and collaborators, but instead of a welcoming occasion, things spin out of control in suffocating fashion, as it dissolves into tension-filled confrontations of vanity and masculinity, where you see the grownups through the eyes and the sensitivity of the young protagonists who are struggling to figure out who they are in the face of outrageous misbehavior on the part of their “role models.”  

Opening in a car traveling down the highway sequence that resembles the opening of Christian Petzold’s Afire (Roter Himmel) (2023), or the opening of Gus van Sant’s GERRY, Gerry [2002] Gus Van Sant YouTube (4:27), where it’s even the same car, an old Mercedes, set to the ambient electronic track of The House in the Woods’ Grounded YouTube (9:38), a darkly moody and haunting piece fraught with sensual tension that offers a sense of dread, while also having a hypnotically calming influence, as if breaking the monotony of the journey with the anticipation of an ominous danger that awaits them, capturing a lingering shot of a boy and girl’s hands in the car coming close together without touching, an homage to the opening of the Bresson film A Man Escaped (Un Condamné à Mort s'est échappé) (1956), and a reflection of a growing sense of longing, setting the tone for the film’s meticulous exploration of the changing dynamic of relationships.  Bush pilot Blake is there waiting for them in his hydroplane, flying them to one of those northern Canadian lakes that would be impossible to reach otherwise, as there are no roads, yet he plays a prank right from the outset, a practical joke with cruel undertones, Exclusive Clip: Who by Fire - Philippe Lesage (2025) YouTube (1:32), a foreshadowing of what’s to come.  As they arrive to this woodland retreat, which is used mostly as a hunting and fishing lodge, what’s immediately apparent is the force of the great outdoors, as they are literally engulfed in nature, where it’s easy to get lost in the woods, yet there’s also a claustrophobic feel of being trapped.  Almost immediately, Jeff’s attention focuses on Aliocha, with Max fading into the background, so much so that he’s almost written out of the story entirely, becoming an invisible presence, yet he’s always there, just no longer noticed by Jeff who is fixated on his sister.  At an opportune moment, he tries to kiss her, but is flatly rejected, running away in shame afterwards, thoroughly humiliated, spending a harrowing night alone in the woods, completely enveloped in the darkness, taking shelter in another abandoned hunting cabin, eventually rescued the next morning by the searching plane of Blake flying overhead, who also picks up two new guests visiting from Paris, Hélène (Irène Jacob) and her partner, Eddy (Laurent Lucas), representing the educated and elitist elements of society, yet beneath the surface lies a profound dysfunction, reflections of the broader malaise within bourgeois society.  Their arrival culminates with another festive dinner, Who by Fire | Clip | Opens March 14 YouTube (1:48), but it takes an ugly turn, with alpha male Blake tormenting the more melodramatic Albert again, this time switching Albert’s prized vintage wine to a cheaper version, which he immediately recognizes, though it’s been poured into the same bottle, leaving him stunned and flabbergasted before sending him into an emotional tailspin, mirroring Jeff’s outburst, building on a similar dynamic that copies the correlation between Jeff and Aliocha with Albert and Blake.  Relationships are viewed with themes of exposed vulnerability and acts of deception, erupting in a feverish after dinner sequence of comical and wildly exaggerated dancing to The B-52's - Rock Lobster (Official Music Video) YouTube (7:06), a joyous, anxiety-relieving counterpart to the cruel embarrassment of the earlier sequence, yet happiness feels more like a mirage than any positive development.

Jeff is in for another radical surprise, as he discovers evidence of Blake and Aliocha’s secret affair in the form of witnessing Blake taking naked photographs of Aliocha as he peers from the outside into the cabin window, which immediately changes his perception of both of them.  No longer envious, they each become the object of his scorn, calling her a slut who will put out for anyone else but him, even revealing to Albert that he watched Blake drink his prized wine afterwards while joking about the incident, having a good laugh at his expense.  It’s a stunning turn of events, as hero-worshipping turns to hatred and scorn, even having thoughts of killing Blake, which plays out like a sick revenge fantasy in his head, evolving into a study of male patriarchy gone wrong.  The coup de grâce, however, is an extended ten-minute dinner scene that grows more uncomfortable by the second, with the table serving as a verbal battleground for voicing grievances, laced with mean-spirited insults and humiliation, as Albert expresses unfiltered venom for his old friend, voicing his displeasure about the wine incident, but taking things much further, as old resentments and petty jealousies erupt.  With an unsettling tone, combustible tensions soon boil over between the two creative male egos, initially reminiscing over their youthful endeavors, but the mood shifts significantly, as playful bickering leads to brazen insults and hurtful comments, going way over the top in terms of drunken outbursts, taking a slide into the wretchedly vile and repugnant, adding an obnoxious stench into the air. The following morning, hoping a little fresh mountain air might ease the pent-up tension from the night before, they set out in canoes down the river, peaceful at first before the scenes of the group canoeing down the rapids in the middle of the deep woods resembles the ominous danger that awaits them in John Boorman’s DELIVERANCE (1972), as it explodes into a catastrophe on multiple fronts, with several boats capsizing, leading to a horrible tragedy, while a hunt into the mountains shows Jeff eyeing Blake through the scoped sights of his rifle, like an internalized death fantasy, where clearly they have crossed a line of no return.  There’s a switch that takes place, as the more the film goes on, the more we’re getting inside Aliocha’s head.  No one comes out unscathed in what is essentially a coming-of-age story where innocence veers into the horror-in-the-woods genre, shot in ‘Scope by Balthazar Lab, growing significantly darker and more disturbing, taking its own sweet time at more than two and a half hours, where a good deal of it is staring at a near completely dark screen, with very little outline of anything visible, a visual tactic that definitely tries one’s patience and can get wearying, while the director also has a tendency to interrupt music scenes abruptly, ultimately feeling underwhelming, with not nearly enough dramatic tension, though it is told in a uniquely distinct style.  Set in a time before anyone had cell phones or social media accounts, the film is essentially a series of extended conversations that steadily build into heated arguments, reflecting the disillusionment of youth, the failure of adult role models, the effects of toxic masculinity, and the longing for artistic/personal intimacy, as Lesage blends a combination of slowly building naturalism and dread in this lengthy exposé of a wilderness retreat that goes off the rails, spiraling into the depths of the unknown, like an existential venture into the heart of darkness. 

While this train wreck of a film has a darker, more psychologically complex edge, featuring really insufferable characters for a prolonged period of time, presenting episodes of aggression and simmering tensions without offering even the slightest satisfaction of closure, it just doesn’t have the character depth or emotional complexity of some of the best movies made about adolescence, like François Truffaut’s The 400 Blows (Les quatre cents coups) (1959), Edward Yang’s A Brighter Summer Day (Gu ling jie shao nian sha ren shi jian) (1991), Olivier Assayas’s  Cold Water (L’eau Froide) (1994), André Téchiné’s Wild Reeds (Les Roseaux Sauvages) (1994), Richard Kelly’s DONNIE DARKO (2001), Terry Zwigoff’s Ghost World (2001), Andrea Arnold’s FISH TANK (2009), Stephen Chbosky’s The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012), James Ponsoldt’s The Spectacular Now (2013), or Richard Linklater’s 2014 Top Ten List #1 Boyhood, to name a few. 

Saturday, November 3, 2018

Family First (Chien de Garde)





Director Sophie Dupuis



Director Sophie Dupuis on the set with actors Théodore Pellerin (left) and Jean-Simon Leduc (right)




Cameraman Mathieu Laverdière




Mathieu Laverdière with actor Théodore Pellerin







FAMILY FIRST (Chien de Garde)               B-                   
aka:  Watch Dog
Canada  (88 mi)  2018 d:  Sophie Dupuis

The first-time feature film from this young Canadian writer/director is a throwback to earlier styles, David Michôd’s Animal Kingdom (2010), Robin Pront’s The Ardennes (D’Ardennen) (2015), or even the Safdie Brother’s Good Time (2017), all dysfunctional family crime dramas with a frenetic pace to them, though there are similarities to Xavier Dolan’s 2015 Top Ten List #1 Mommy as well, featuring a young man whose untreated personality disorder only exacerbates with age and the onset of puberty, as it tends to explode at the worst times.  Two brothers are basically enforcers in their family’s protection racket in Montreal, the more laid-back big brother JP (Jean-Simon Leduc), who has a stable girlfriend Mel (Claudel Laberge), and his off-the-wall 19-year old brother Vincent (Théodore Pellerin), whose disturbing behavior problems drive this film, an uncontrolled monster who’s so out of his mind most of the time that JP continually has to reel him back in, with Pellerin offering one of the breakout performances of the year, filled with raw energy, impossible to forget, simply overwhelming most of the time, reminiscent of Robert De Niro’s Johnny Boy in Mean Streets (1973), a crazed force that borders on being a mentally deranged criminal psychopath.  To top it off, they live with their alcoholic mother (Maude Guérin) who goes on and off the wagon, completely helpless when it comes to the exasperatingly annoying habits of Vincent, who crawls into bed with her all the time, with suggestions of incest.  Wherever Vincent is, on the street, in clubs, or at home, he’s an absolute disaster driving everyone else batty, though he’s an imposing and threatening force capable of doing anything, not easy to contend with, especially for JP, who loves his brother, always looking out for him, but couldn’t be more worn out and exhausted just trying to calm him down all the time and keep him out of trouble.  It turns out they work for their uncle Dany (Paul Ahmarani), who runs a drug business out of his bar in Montreal’s working class neighborhood of Verdun, employed as debt collectors, with instructions to rough people up if they don’t pay, to do damage, a job Vincent sadistically thrives on, as it gives him an adrenaline rush.  The in-your-face intensity level of the opening wave of energy is just off the charts, where these guys turn into party boys at night, thrill seekers roaming the clubs, drinking and dancing and doing drugs like there’s no tomorrow, using dizzying handheld camerawork from Mathieu Laverdière as they roam through the city streets like they own it.   

While the criminal code is to look out for your family first, a creed JP lives by while trying to finish his training as an electrician, but Mel, who lives with him in his mother’s home, finds Vincent too intensely tormenting, as she can barely get in or out of there without having to endure his crude taunts that feel more like sexual harassment, where she has to put up with the creepy way he carries on with his mother, and is literally a psycho on the street.  So from the outset, Mel is urging JP to move out, but he’s torn by the idea, as he realizes what a load his brother is, and doesn’t think Vincent could survive without him, as he needs constant attention and reassurance, where he may be the only person in the world who can calm him down.  As we follow the brothers in their daily routines, much like the Harvey Keitel character of Charlie in Mean Streets, JP is grappling with his developing moral conscience, as he realizes his uncle is a thug who couldn’t care less about Vincent, but is willing to exploit his uncontrollable behavior to his advantage, as the guy’s a scary proposition even for hardened criminals to handle, as he doesn’t think things through, but just reacts to each situation with an explosive force.  When they’re sent to collect money from a single mother in front of her children, JP draws the line, refusing to beat her up in front of her children, something Vincent has no qualms doing, as he’s always eager to unleash with his typical physical ferocity.  While Mel and JP have a calmer and more rational relationship, without all the drama, his family is a minefield of unexploded bombs, where anywhere you step something’s liable to explode, where he’s growing tired of taking all the incidental hits of emotional shrapnel, where each day is another waiting disaster.  Guérin’s larger than life performance as the mother of all mood swings might recall Jacki Weaver in Animal Kingdom who just wants to love “the boys,” knowing they are cold blooded criminals, but in this case she hasn’t a clue what she’s doing.  While the opening is a fast-paced, visceral thrill fest, the second half slows down considerably, growing more contemplative as JP is up against it, especially with his equally determined uncle, and a brother that he simply can’t handle 24-hours a day.   For a first film, the acting is exceptional, with Pellerin and Maude Guérin winning Canadian film awards presented annually in the mainly French-speaking film industry in Québec, along with another award for best editing, while this film has also been chosen as the Canadian film entered into the Academy Award Best Foreign Film competition.    

Ostensibly a wild ride through the criminal underworld trying to bite off just a bit more than they can chew, where Dany grows overambitious, thinking he can eliminate his problems by taking care of the competition, but JP realizes where this is heading and isn’t remotely interested in becoming a hit man, where he’d likely spend the rest of his life running or rotting in jail, but Dany won’t take no for an answer, and if JP refuses, there’s always Vincent.  JP tries to reason with him, reminding him of Vincent’s mental deficiencies, where he’s already unstable enough as it is, suggesting that would put him over the edge and likely be the end of him, as he’s hardly a professional.  Dany’s unconcerned, claiming it’s all a matter of business, putting money ahead of family, while Vincent thrives on the idea of being important, loving the limelight and a chance to show up his older brother.  Amped up on rap music, even a battle of profanity-laden rappers that viciously go at one another, like a test of testosterone, while the already erratic Vincent starts to become unhinged, not used to being the top dog on the block, while JP becomes the lone figure in his family capable of holding it all together, even as it’s coming apart at the seams.  It’s an ambitious character-driven thriller that reeks of uncomfortable confrontations, with viewers literally squirming in their seats every time Vincent acts up, which is nonstop and neverending.  Truly, you’ve never seen a performance like this, as its jawdroppingly creepy.  It’s inconceivable that no one would ever think to get help for this kid, as he’s crying out for it, but his family has always had other concerns going mano a mano, where each carries their own weight, like gunslingers from the Wild West.  Growing up without a mother (too drunk to care), JP has been the man of the family from an early age, going through a tremendous amount of psychological and emotional pressure, always having to adjust to any situation and show his resilience.  Mel as a calming influence seems to tip the scales towards another alternative, where he won’t have to go on suicidal missions, but how can he protect Vincent, who’s already in troubled waters?  Growing darker and murkier as things veer out of control, the pace of the film slows to a crawl, as viewers wait and wonder what will happen.  This young director is in the Kathryn Bigelow mode, having more balls than most male directors, where she seems to flourish at the challenge.