Film: "Revache" (2009) Directed by Gotz Spielmann

Current Film Review: Revanche / Directed by Gotz Spielmann / 2009

Review by Sam C. Mac: There's likely to be no better opening sequence in a film this year than that in Austrian director Gotz Spielmann's fifth feature, "Revanche." The quiet calm of a lake reflecting majestic trees on its surface is broken by a sudden splash, as something is thrown into the water from outside the frame. The philosophy of Spielmann's narrative reflects something similar: the slightest action can upset the flow of things. The sequence also expresses the important role nature plays in "Revanche," as the woods and the tranquility of the lake serve as a necessary retreat for Spielmann's morally conflicted characters.

Alex (Johannes Krisch), a brutish ex-con, works at a sleazy Vienna brothel, "The Cinderella," for slick and equally-sleazy owner Konecny (Hanno Poschl). Alex meets in secret with a Ukrainian prostitute from the brothel, Tamara (Irina Potapenko), promising the young immigrant a better life, far away from her scuzzy job and cramped, drab apartment. Meanwhile, Robert (Andreas Lust), a cop in a rural town outside Vienna, lives with his wife, Susanne (Ursula Strauss), in a luxurious house just through the woods from Alex's lonely grandfather, Hausner (Hannes Thanheiser). Predictably, disparate lives intersect when, in the interest of a better future with Tamara, Alex decides to rob a bank. And yet, what would normally be the catalyst for plot progression in a typical genre picture instead becomes the unconventional beginning to a slow-burning character study.

Similar to Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck's "The Lives of Others," Spielmann uses voyeurism to explore his characters' tortured psyches: Alex watches Robert and Susanne from a safe vantage point in the woods and, in the throes of his own moral crisis, he observes Robert's visible guilt. But, where von Donnarsmark's Best Foreign Language Oscar-winner progresses with an almost mechanical remove (and often contrivance), "Revanche" (which received a Foreign Language Oscar nomination last year, but did not win), unspools patiently, arriving at a more satisfying emotional climax.

Spielmann has been criticized for the role woman play in this film; however, "Revanche" is less about relationships (Robert's to Susanne; Alex's to Tamara) then it is about the shattering of a man's macho resolve. It's clear to everybody but Alex that his plan to rob a bank contradicts his character (his boss at the brothel tells him he's "too soft" for their line of work). Likewise, when Robert's buddies in the police force boast about a violent run-in, he bemoans missing out, yet when a similar conflict presents itself, he only regrets it ever happened.



In addition to his thought-provoking thematic concerns, the director also displays an impressive control of his medium. Spielmann frames his characters with wide shots, allowing us to inhabit the same grubby spaces, and using close-ups and obvious camera movement only when necessary, but his masterstroke reveals itself to be his use of location. The cinema of Andrei Tarkovsky is an obvious point of comparison: Spielmann has a knack for capturing nature with the same meditative grace of the Russian director's best work. Tarkovsky found aesthetic sublimity in his "Solaris" through that film's contrasting landscapes-- the warm embrace of nature giving way to the chilly isolation of space-- just as Spielmann accounts for Alex's spiritual rejuvenation through his escape from the confining urban sprawl of Vienna to the calming countryside. It's cause for excitement that there is a filmmaker working today who is this attuned to his environment, and the way in which Spielmann's revenge saga unexpectedly evolves into something more cathartic and meaningful would likely make Tarkovsky proud.
(★★)

LAST WORD: Spielmann may be the first director since Tarkovsky so attuned to the role environments play in a narrative. His "Revanche" is a powerful, genre-defying character study that pushes its protagonist to the limits of moral dilemma for the sake of spiritual rejuvenation.


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Film: "Sin Nombre" (2009) Directed by Cary Joji Fukunaga

Current Film Review: Sin Nombre / Directed by Cary Joji Fukunaga / 2009

Review by Sam C. Mac: Cary Joji Fukunaga's "Sin Nombre" bests its Disney-worthy cousin "Slumdog Millionaire" in nearly every way. Whereas Danny Boyle's film is frenetically shot, frantically paced and emotionally ineffective, 'Nombre' is often patient, taking its time to develop its character and give its audience a chance to have more of an investment in them. Both are essentially adventure stories; one set in the bustling metropolitan city of Mumbai ('Slumdog'), and the other a high-stakes on-the-run thriller navigating the treacherous landscape of rural Mexico ('Nombre'). Both directors are enslaved to the predictable narrative formulas of their native countries, and both rely on aesthetic crutches (the relentless musical score never lets up in either film). But where Boyle gives in to the tantalizing prospect of being a crowd-pleaser, Fukunaga's feature is willing to take risks, and the director shocks his audience in ways that usually feel organic and unforced.

The narrative is split between two central characters: Mexican gang member El Caspar, played by compelling newcomer Edgar Flores, and Sayra (Paulina Gaitan), a young Honduran girl immigrating through Mexico with her father and uncle. There's also "El Smiley" (Kristian Ferrer), a new inductee into Caspar's gang who's later charged with killing his friend. As Caspar's life is falling apart, Sayra and her family pass through his hometown on their rough journey north. Following a series of unfortunate events, both end up riding on the roof of the same train, and later on the run from Caspar's bloodthirsty gang leader, El Sol (Luis Fernando Pena). Sayra and Caspar make a mad dash for the freedom of the border, and Fukunaga ably keeps the tension mounting until the final, devastating moments.

Cinematographer Adriano Goldman ("City of Men") deserves the lion's share of credit: his lensing is evocative and artful without calling too much attention to itself. The half-naked, tattooed bodies of the El Mara gang are given a sun-baked hue, and gliding shots during the various chase sequences recall the urgent set pieces of "Slumdog Millionaire," without ever feeling as gimmicky or gaudy as that film did. As the director and writer of "Sin Nombre," Fukunaga deserves about as much praise as he does criticism. He doesn't explore the culture of the El Mara very deeply; unlike David Croenberg's "Easterm Promises," no meaning is given for the gang members' tattoos. And, although we come to care for Caspar and Sayra as individuals, their emotional connection to each other isn't as developed as it could have been, thanks to a slightly rushed third act.

After completing a similar film, 2003's Rio De Janeiro gangster flick "City of God," Brazilian filmmaker Fernando Meirelles went on to make some of the most grossly overrated Hollywood fare of the decade ("The Constant Gardener"). Although "Sin Nombre" hasn't yet received quite the critical plaudits as Meirelles' film did, he’s in a similar situation as a filmmaker. Fukunaga's debut displays enough artistic merit and understanding of the culture he's portraying to outweigh its plot contrivances and ill-advised aesthetic choices. But it's where Fukunaga goes from here that will determine his strength as a filmmaker.
(★★½)

LAST WORD: An involving, evocatively shot debut feature from Cary Fukunaga. A terse thriller perhaps too constrained by Fukunaga's apparent dedication to formula, but alive and organic enough to not suffocate its Mexican cultural ties.


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