The best film I have seen in recent weeks has been the
Netflix-produced The Motive (Manuel Martin Cuenca, 2017), yet another Netflix original
made in Spain. (Nothing against Spain, I personally love the place and love watching
films set there, but the country must offer some mighty awesome film tax credits.) I
suppose you could say this film is Hitchcockian but I hate too many references
to the suspense master. Yet there’s no question there’s an homage to Hitch’s
Rear Window (1954). The Motive is more a psychological thriller than anything
else, with our antihero Álvaro (Javier Gutiérrez), a notary and would-be writer, descending into a kind of madness over his writing. Admonished by his creative
writing instructor (Antonio de la Torre) that he apes popular novelists and
must write from his own experience, Álvaro takes him to heart - a little too much.
He begins spying on neighbors and creates elaborate manipulations to set up scenarios
which would make ideal plot points. My only quibble with the film is towards the
end when the police lay a charge against an individual but it’s questionable whether
that individual should in fact be charged, therefore falsely extending the film’s
own plot point.
The White Crow (2018), which I caught at The
Maple Theater last month but which is no longer screening but will be coming to
WIFF’s year-round line-up in July, is a competently-made third film from the
man we usually think of as an actor, and he acts in this movie as well. It’s
about the early life of Rudolf Nureyev, from his discovery in the old Soviet
Union in the 1950s up to his defection in Paris in 1961. Ukrainian dancer Oleg
Ivenko is a great stand-in for perhaps the most famous ballet dancer of the
last century. And Fiennes is convincing as his instructor Alexander Pushkin. The
sets and costumes are authentic but what comes across most is Nureyev’s steely
individualism, wrapped in arrogance, that breaks through the Soviet state’s bureaucracy
and wins freedom to the West.
I Am Not an Easy Man (2018) another Netflix original, set in
Paris, directed by Éléonore Pourriat and starring Vincent Elbaz as Damien, is a
film I’d been avoiding because it seemed a little too post-modern cute. But I
succumbed and watched and was rather delighted. It’s a bizarre, very quirky
film with a plot you’re constantly trying to get your head around but mainly
leaves a smile on your face – throughout. I’m not entirely sure what the
point was but Pourriat plays with all kinds of gender stereotypes and in fact massively
reverses roles with men assuming the status of victims and trying to promote
their “masculism” efforts, a mirror of feminism. Is the film using irony to
make a point about women’s current status? Probably. But this script is far
from politically correct and in fact the theme is so joyfully convoluted and
sliced and diced you can read all kinds of interpretations into it, if you can
interpret it at all.
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