Film Review
Having established himself as French-Canadian cinema's unrivalled enfant prodige
with his first two features -
J'ai
tué ma mère (2009) and
Amours imaginaires (2010) - director Xavier
Dolan plunges headfirst into artistic overload with his latest film, a
ponderous account of a transsexual's search for identity which makes
Pedro Almodóvar look like the very acme of
restraint. Still in his early twenties, Dolan has yet to come to
terms with the limits of (a) his own artistry and (b) the indulgence of
his admirers, and this is amply born out in the 160 minute
indulge-a-thon that is
Laurence
Anyways. With his customary modesty, Dolan has described
the film as his most accomplished, accessible and moving film - others
will see it as the most chaotically self-indulgent piece of kitsch
melodrama that has ever been inflicted on a cinema audience. If
the film is a runaway success, it will swell Dolan's ego to terrifying
Streisand-esque proportions; if it proves to be a commercial and
critical misfire, it could well be the kicking that the cocksure filmmaker
badly needs to deflate his ego and set him on the road to becoming a
truly great cineaste.
Laurence Anyways combines the
worst excesses of Fellini and Lelouch, inflating its naive artistic
pretensions to a point that is way beyond the capacity of its narrative
to support, but it still manages to tell a moving story whilst
periodically dazzling with some fleeting touches of cinematic
brilliance. The special effects, self-consciously exuberant
camerawork and florid design are all appallingly self-indulgent and yet
there are times in the film when these come together and have an
extraordinary poetic resonance. The film is absolutely deluged in
cultural references that range from classic French literature to pop
music of the 80s and 90s, an eclectic potpourri that manages to be both
tasteless and oddly alluring, not unlike a
drunken peregrination through a students' hall of residence.
The film's strongest suit - indeed the only element of the film that
stands up to serious critical scrutiny - is the astonishingly
true-to-life central performance from Melvil Poupaud, who, as the
deeply conflicted lead character, grabs our attention from the very
start and compels us to stay with him, no matter what insane cinematic
artistry Xavier Dolan throws at us. Having served his
apprenticeship as an actor under such distinguished filmmakers as
Jacques Doillon and Eric Rohmer, Poupaud has come to be regarded as one
of France's most accomplished actors, and the early promise he showed
in
La Fille de 15 ans (1989) and
Conte
d'été (1996) is fully realised in
Laurence Anyways, in what is
arguably his greatest screen role so far. So authentically does
Poupaud portray the turmoil of his character's predicament - that of a
man who is driven to change his sex whilst being incapable of giving up
the woman he loves - that it is surprisingly easy to forgive the film
its stylistic over-embellishments and excruciating longueurs.
Poupaud is ably supported by a trio of three equally talented
actresses, who all confound the trite simplicity of Dolan's
characterisation through their arresting performances. Suzanne
Clément's gutsy, overly emotional Fred is the perfect complement
to Poupaud's emotionally inarticulate Laurence, Nathalie Baye is
wonderfully intimidating as Laurence's far from perfect mother, and
Monia Chokri supplies some badly needed jolts of humour and humanity as
Fred's sarcastic lesbian sister. The sincerity of the
performances somehow manages to shine through the ghastly
superficiality of Dolan's mise-en-scène and a script that has
more than its fair share of toe-curling clichés. Dolan may
lack the maturity to appreciate the subtleties of human nature and
relationships, but fortunately he has a cast who are able and willing
to fill this lacuna. The thing that most counts against the film
is its runtime. At over two and half hours in length,
Laurence Anyways is a challenge
even for committed fans of Canada's latest film hotshot. For
those who have yet to succumb to Dolan's charms, it is an ordeal that
will test your patience to the limit - far better to get hold of the
DVD and watch it in two or three sittings, preferably with a strong,
fortifying drink within easy reach.
Laurence Anyways is a cinema event,
but it is definitely not for the faint-hearted.
© James Travers 2012
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