Wednesday, June 23, 2010

All Up In My Grill With Your Ambience

Un Lac(2008) Directed By Philippe Grandrieux

Un Lac is a tone poem of a film, told mostly in close-ups. When not getting all up in everyone's and everything's face, the camera gazes around aimlessly at fog, mountains, snow covered woods, light from the sun or moon piercing through fog, as if to alleviate the smothering, over-proximity of sheer human contact, the camera has to fuck off to the woods shake from it's head the discombobulated images of skin, hands, shoulders, and shadows. When characters are large enough to be identified as characters (and not tall shrubs) they are often at too far a distance to be individually discernable, such is "Un Lac's" prerogative, always too far or too close. If Philippe Grandrieux had a sense of humor he would make a horror film about Bigfoot, and capitalize on Mitch Hedburg's idea of the big out of focus monster roaming the woods, but sadly Mitch is dead, and Philippe is all business.
From the first few minutes forward it's apparent that the film will be opaque and ambilavant and ambigious, and like the best of ambient music and the worst of Muzak, it will at times be very boring, formless, and repetitive, but will also at times be beautiful, startling, and rhythmic. How much you like this film will really amount not to Grandrieux's talents (which are not without merit), but your appreciation for this style of art.
If you have a great sense of patience and sensitivity for minimalism, than Grandrieux's shaky cameras and general blurry fuzziness, work together to create a cinematic white noise drifting over a skeletal framework of tension and actions. If not it's going to be annoying."Un Lac" is not quite completely abstract non-narrative experimental film making, but it's a vicious flirt with being one, and teases our hopes up numerous times that it will eventually unmoore itself and let Grandrieux's visual style finally run naked and free. Alas, he remains shackled to a plot consisting of some really cheesy and rather typical French movie incest bullshit at a rural lake house/logging cabin, between a doe eyed sister and her dark eye socketed (we get it your supposed to be creepy) brother. At least until some hot guy shows up to work the timbre (no pun intended) and then the brother get's jealous, and the girl falls for the guy, and the reason I didn't fall asleep altogether before the end was because of the overdetermined suspense (from my previous experience with Sombre), that the brother was going to murder his rival with an axe on some Dostoevsky shit. This sadly never happened.
At times watching the faces and shapes emerge from Grandrieux's primordial darkness of dimly lit shots has a rugged elegance. Instead of vibrating with terror, fear, or as much disconcerting menace as it did in "Sombre" the camera has now learned to tremble. It may be trembling because it's filming on a snow covered lake and it's dark and it's cold, or it may be because he or she (you know the one) is looking at you from a distance. We almost never get a full frame so determining what exactly is happening in any given scene is a chore, one occasionally rewarding, but mostly tedious. Totality is anathema in Grandrieux-land, so seeking closure or completeness visual or otherwise is a fools errand here. At one point early on (though the place in the film's chronology are debatable since it's all pretty non-linear) a character has a seizure, and lays twitching in the snow. I believe this causes other characters to later search for him in the woods when he doesn't return home. Both yield material for interesting visual scenes (ultra-earthquake shakiness in the former and flashlights in the darkness later) but are irrelevant to the love-triangle that's going off and on in the films center, flickering like a dull lightbulb. The entire film is like this, which is not the worst thing in the world if your an imaginative person, attuned to the Zen pacing. One should remember "The Simpsons", and Homer's once initial failed cult initiation, and response to the question, "What? None of what you mentioned was in the film. Did you even watch it?", "Oh yeah, well when I get bored I make up my own movie.", because it's precisely what everyone does who comes to a piece of minimalism like this. The film is in perpetual limbo, and it's the viewer who will trek through it to find their own heaven or hell. Though where Tsai Min Liang's glacial minimalism in "What Time Is It There?" developed and played with our ennui, emotions, and assumptions in ways which were ultimately both edifying and tragic, Grandrieux is sadly satisfied with willful obscurance. For it's niche it's an interesting mood piece, but it's so ephemeral that unless you can as Homer did, project yourself another imaginary film or mental space on top of this one, there isn't really enough material here to make this movie any more than what doesn't meet the eye. Squint and look out of the corner of one of your eyes, and you have a pretty clear idea of "Un Lac's" style. This is also the type of image the film is most likely to linger on; a close up of an eye either darting around like mad or phlegmatically staring at it's own lashes. Is the nearness of the camera to all it's objects, a representation for the characters isolation from the world outside of their family, outside of the lake, intentionally trying to make their limited perspective into ours? If so one would expect the final scene of the sister for the first time, on the lake and not the shore, to be fuller, wider, more...well anything. Instead her flight does not change anything, (and this may just be me projecting) but I remember almost a look of disappointment or confusion on her face in that scene, that their wouldn't suddenly be more once she got onto the lake. I scowled in sympathy.
I understood why she should be confused, there is never any true "escape" from our troubles, the world does not expand when we go to a new place, the narrow camera of our eyes is just turned to a new set of familiar objects, to covet, attain, and regret, and even that all depends on how well we can tell the parts from the whole. As you can see I have projected a good deal into and onto this, so I can't completely dismiss the movie and it's brand of experiential cinema.
It is not wrong to want more from minimalism, when it's nature is to create this desire for form and awareness of absence. However it is wrong to not care at the end of a film. And at the end of "Un Lac" I didn't care about what I had seen. So if you think you will like it, you probably will, and if you are suspicious go with your gut. Squint and look out of the corner of your eye again.

1 comment:

dustin said...

Great read. Had a chance to see this and meet Grandrieux but didn't. I think I will go with my gut on this.