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Reviews<br />
Amour<br />
Consummate acting helps ease a painful watch,<br />
as Michael Haneke describes <strong>the</strong> ultimate<br />
test of love in a profoundly honest study<br />
of sickness and dying By Deborah Young<br />
Magnificent in its<br />
simplicity and its<br />
relentless honesty<br />
about old age, illness and<br />
dying, Michael Haneke’s<br />
Amour (Love) is a deliberately<br />
<strong>to</strong>rturous watch, one that is<br />
going <strong>to</strong> weed <strong>the</strong> master’s fan<br />
club of <strong>the</strong> lightweights who<br />
went along for <strong>the</strong> ride with <strong>the</strong><br />
morbid mental puzzle-solving<br />
of Hidden and Palme d’Or<br />
winner <strong>The</strong> White Ribbon. No<br />
riddles <strong>to</strong> figure out here in a<br />
script that is utterly linear and<br />
unfrilly but at <strong>the</strong> same time<br />
executed with such clarity that<br />
<strong>the</strong>re is never a false step or<br />
superfluous scene. Career-high<br />
performances from Jean-Louis<br />
Trintignant and Emmanuelle<br />
Riva as a genteel Parisian<br />
couple in <strong>the</strong>ir 80s illuminate<br />
<strong>the</strong> difficult, oft-treated subject<br />
matter, but however upscale<br />
<strong>the</strong> trappings it’s hard <strong>to</strong> imagine<br />
this downbeat study can<br />
reach <strong>the</strong> same audiences as<br />
Haneke’s recent work.<br />
Accessibility is clearly not<br />
<strong>the</strong> issue, as everything is laid<br />
out in plain sight from <strong>the</strong><br />
bang-on opening scene: <strong>the</strong> fire<br />
brigade breaks down <strong>the</strong> door<br />
of a spacious Paris apartment<br />
<strong>to</strong> find a long-dead old woman<br />
lying in bed, her head surrounded<br />
by flowers. <strong>The</strong> rest<br />
of <strong>the</strong> film is a claustrophobic<br />
flashback leading up <strong>to</strong> this<br />
moment.<br />
Switch <strong>to</strong> a classical music<br />
concert in which only <strong>the</strong><br />
audience is seen from <strong>the</strong> stage<br />
in a single elegant, long-held<br />
shot. Among <strong>the</strong>m are Anne<br />
(Riva) and Georges Laurent<br />
(Trintignant), two music aes<strong>the</strong>tes<br />
long in<strong>to</strong> retirement. He<br />
hobbles a bit but <strong>the</strong>y seem <strong>to</strong><br />
be a cheerful, alert and loving<br />
pair who treat each o<strong>the</strong>r with<br />
enormous civility. Coming<br />
home that night, he makes an<br />
offhand comment about how<br />
pretty she looks that expresses<br />
all <strong>the</strong> tenderness of a life-long<br />
relationship.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n Anne has her first<br />
stroke, a mild affair mistreated<br />
with an operation (evidently at<br />
Georges’ insistence) that leaves<br />
her half-paralyzed and in a<br />
wheelchair. And so begins <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
terrible ordeal, whose outcome<br />
is already known.<br />
Antiviral<br />
Pass <strong>the</strong> sick bag, <strong>the</strong>re’s a new Cronenberg on <strong>the</strong> block<br />
By Megan Lehmann<br />
If imitation is <strong>the</strong> sincerest form of flattery, DaviD<br />
Cronenberg should be feeling pretty chuffed with son Brandon’s<br />
big-screen debut, a petri dish of high-concept perversity<br />
and cultural commentary teeming with lo-fi ickiness.<br />
A berth in <strong>the</strong> Un Certain Regard section at Cannes — a highprofile<br />
debut — gives Cronenberg Jr. <strong>the</strong> nod as an embryonic<br />
talent, a genre direc<strong>to</strong>r with an added kink.<br />
Clearly weaned on dad’s early body-horror films such as Shivers<br />
and Scanners, <strong>the</strong> 32-year-old Canadian writer-direc<strong>to</strong>r gives a<br />
sardonic, Cronenbergian twist <strong>to</strong> a very au courant subject: <strong>the</strong><br />
sickness of celebrity worship. It’s a <strong>to</strong>pic ripe with potential, and<br />
<strong>the</strong> younger Cronenberg takes off down some gratifyingly weird<br />
alleys as he follows <strong>the</strong> travails of a young man peddling <strong>the</strong><br />
viruses of ill celebrities <strong>to</strong> obsessed fans.<br />
An overly mannered approach throws <strong>the</strong> pacing off, however,<br />
and some ungainly tilts at exposition are more jarring than <strong>the</strong><br />
conventionally repellent close-ups of needles piercing skin.<br />
An obsession with disease and decay is obviously encoded in<br />
32<br />
Moment by moment, <strong>the</strong><br />
ac<strong>to</strong>rs delicately describe<br />
Anne’s descent in<strong>to</strong> physical<br />
and eventually mental debilitation,<br />
while Haneke focuses<br />
with physician-like steadiness<br />
on <strong>the</strong> test it puts on Georges’<br />
love for his wife. When he steps<br />
out of <strong>the</strong> apartment <strong>to</strong> attend<br />
a funeral, she tries <strong>to</strong> jump out<br />
<strong>the</strong> window. She feels humiliated<br />
by her condition and hates<br />
<strong>to</strong> be seen, but she can’t refuse<br />
<strong>the</strong> agitated visits of <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
daughter Eva (Isabelle Huppert,<br />
star of Haneke’s <strong>The</strong> Piano<br />
Teacher, ano<strong>the</strong>r uncompromising<br />
exploration of love.) Huppert<br />
negotiates a persuasive<br />
middle road, alternating hysteria<br />
and a conventional, teary<br />
reaction <strong>to</strong> Mom’s plight with a<br />
little chat about investments.<br />
All this serves as a stark<br />
<strong>the</strong> family DNA, and here it<br />
is visited upon a spindly clinic<br />
worker named Syd March<br />
(Caleb Landry Jones), who<br />
<strong>the</strong>atrically deteriorates over<br />
<strong>the</strong> course of <strong>the</strong> film after he<br />
is infected with a mystery virus<br />
harvested from <strong>the</strong> body of<br />
starlet Hannah Geist (Sarah<br />
Gadon.)<br />
Against a backdrop of<br />
unhealthy celebrity mania<br />
contrast with her fa<strong>the</strong>r’s<br />
measured words and behavior<br />
as he tries <strong>to</strong> keep up Anne’s<br />
spirits and preserve her personal<br />
dignity. Looking back,<br />
<strong>the</strong> two remember emotional<br />
moments from <strong>the</strong> past, but<br />
not <strong>the</strong> events <strong>the</strong>mselves.<br />
After Anne has a second<br />
stroke, Georges bows <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
need for part-time nurses.<br />
<strong>The</strong> degenerating nature of<br />
her illness is very painful<br />
<strong>to</strong> watch, as she gradually<br />
loses <strong>the</strong> power of speech and<br />
seems <strong>to</strong> return <strong>to</strong> a state of<br />
early childhood, inarticulately<br />
crying out in pain.<br />
If Georges and Anne find<br />
no emotional support from<br />
family, <strong>the</strong>re is not <strong>the</strong> slightest<br />
vestige of religious comfort in<br />
<strong>the</strong> household. Society is simple<br />
absent, and even <strong>the</strong> funeral he<br />
Landry Jones<br />
studies celebrity<br />
viruses in Antiviral.<br />
— trashy magazines and nons<strong>to</strong>p TV coverage serve as wallpaper<br />
— Syd and his cohorts at <strong>the</strong> Lucas Clinic work <strong>to</strong> exploit <strong>the</strong><br />
desire of <strong>the</strong> most rabid fans <strong>to</strong> get closer <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir idols. <strong>The</strong>y buy<br />
strains of live viruses from <strong>the</strong> famous and inject <strong>the</strong>m in<strong>to</strong> paying<br />
cus<strong>to</strong>mers as <strong>the</strong> ultimate form of communion.<br />
Cinema<strong>to</strong>grapher Karim Hussain shoots <strong>the</strong>se early scenes<br />
starkly, making <strong>the</strong>m sterile and whiter-than-white, perfectly<br />
primed for when <strong>the</strong> blood begins <strong>to</strong> flow.<br />
Syd supplements his income by smuggling viruses out in his<br />
own body <strong>to</strong> sell <strong>to</strong> black marketeer Arvid (Joe Pingue), owner of<br />
a butcher’s shop that flogs celebrity cell steaks (best not <strong>to</strong> ask.)<br />
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