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  • London Film Festival’s Standout Works Offer Portraits of Connection in a Disconnected World

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    A still from Kaouther Ben Hania’s The Voice of Hind Rajab. Courtesy BFI London Film Festival

    The most challenging of times bring us the best art. Or at least, that’s what we tell ourselves, balancing the struggles of the modern era against the hope that something may come of them. This year’s crop of cinematic awards contenders suggests that our current trying times are inspiring varied, far-reaching responses to the quandaries that face us, yet there are thematic echoes resonating through even the most seemingly discordant films. Those themes felt especially poignant at the BFI London Film Festival, one of the final major festivals leading into the push of awards season. After opening with Rian Johnson’s Knives Out: Wake Up Dead Man, a cleverly wrought meditation on faith, the 10-day festival showcased a diverse array of storytelling from around the world. At the heart of almost everything were reflections on two ideas: loss and isolation.

    Loss manifested most obviously in films like Chloé Zhao’s Hamnet and Clint Bentley’s Train Dreams—tactile and beautiful stories about grief and how we continue to move through the world after the loss of a child (also explored in The Thing With Feathers). Kaouther Ben Hania’s essential film The Voice of Hind Rajab similarly explores the depth of sadness a young person’s death can manifest, but it acts more like a call to arms than a quiet meditation. Based on real events and using real audio, the docudrama depicts the killing of a six-year-old Palestinian girl at the hands of Israeli forces, confronting the viewer with the reality of the war, ceasefire or not. It is a film about what we have lost, but also what we will continue to lose.

    Two men stand in a prison or institutional hallway, one wearing gray sweats and the other a white tank top, looking at each other with tense expressions.Two men stand in a prison or institutional hallway, one wearing gray sweats and the other a white tank top, looking at each other with tense expressions.
    Tom Blyth and David Jonsson in Wasteman. Courtesy BFI London Film Festival

    Grief isn’t just for people, as several of this year’s films acknowledge. Father Mother Sister Brother, Sentimental Value, High Wire, & Sons and Anemone grapple with the tenuousness of familial relationships, while The Love That Remains, Is This Thing On? and even Springsteen: Deliver Me From Nowhere face dissipating romances head-on. Some, like Bradley Cooper’s effortlessly charming Is This Thing On?, assert the possibility of reconciliation. Perhaps any relationship is worth another shot. Richard Linklater’s slight but compelling Blue Moon reckons with another type of loss: artistic identity. Ethan Hawke plays songwriter Lorenz Hart, mere months before his death, as he accepts his fate as a failure on the evening his former creative partner Richard Rodgers opens the successful Oklahoma!

    Hart’s disconnect from Rodgers, the tragic core of Blue Moon, suggests that we may fear isolation even more than loss. Grief is often ephemeral, easing over time, but a lack of human connection can last a lifetime. Hikari’s thoughtful film Rental Family stars Brendan Fraser as an American living in Tokyo, far removed from both his culture and his prior life. He’s alone, which draws him to a job feigning connection for other isolated people. Pillion, a standout of the festival and filmmaker Harry Lighton’s feature debut, suggests that we can only discover real connection once we are honest about who we are and what we want. The film is aided by Harry Melling’s vulnerable performance as a young British gay man who finds solace in a submissive relationship with the leader of a biker gang. We are less far apart than we think, sexual preferences aside.

    A man in a dark leather jacket walks beside another man wearing a motorcycle jacket at night on a city street illuminated by string lights.A man in a dark leather jacket walks beside another man wearing a motorcycle jacket at night on a city street illuminated by string lights.
    Harry Melling and Alexander Skarsgård in Pillion. Courtesy BFI London Film Festival

    Isolation isn’t always solved by the presence of someone else, as examined by Lynne Ramsay’s Die My Love, a confronting look at female mental health. As a postpartum woman with bipolar disorder, Jennifer Lawrence is feral and completely at sea, lost even when she’s with her husband and child. She tries to ground herself with sex, alcohol, and even violence, but she’s so disconnected from herself that there is nothing to hold on to. In The Chronology of Water, Kristen Stewart’s directorial debut, Imogen Poots embodies real-life writer Lidia Yuknavitch, who also turns to substances and sex as a way of rooting herself in reality. It doesn’t work, but Lidia eventually finds writing as a means of connection and a way to absolve herself of a traumatic past. In Wasteman, another standout of the festival and the feature debut of British filmmaker Cal McManus, inmates share a forced connection but can only move on from their crimes by standing up for themselves. Shared circumstances may not unite us after all, as McManus explores through his lead character, played by rising actor David Jonsson.

    Although Palestinian history and identity were prominently and importantly on display during the festival in The Voice of Hind Rajab, Palestine 36 and Hasan in Gaza, this year saw a distinct lack of overtly political films. It’s not a year for war epics or presidential biopics, but instead for more intimate stories that underscore the idea that the personal is political. Despite being united by the internet and social media, we often feel alone in our struggles and experiences. Films remind us of what we share and why we share it, especially in tumultuous times like these. Loss and isolation impact everyone, everywhere, as so many filmmakers and screenwriters are presently exploring. In the spotlight this awards season are human stories about human emotions and human fears, told in charming and sometimes hauntingly unique ways. As the BFI London Film Festival lineup underscored, this is a particularly good year for cinema. Ideally, it will leave behind a record of a specific thematic moment in modern history—one where we know what there is to lose and we’re willing to face it anyway.

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  • Revenge Is A Dish Best Served In Subterfuge: The Pale Blue Eye

    Revenge Is A Dish Best Served In Subterfuge: The Pale Blue Eye

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    It’s easy to forget about Edgar Allan Poe’s “lost months” at West Point. For any cursory knowledge of the author would never lead one to guess he was much of a military man (which he, of course, really wasn’t). And yet, so much of that brief time at the Academy was certain to solidify his confirmed identity as a “thinking man.” More specifically, a morbid thinking man. While Scott Cooper’s The Pale Blue Eye is entirely fictional (and based on Louis Bayard’s 2003 novel of the same name, which itself won an Edgar Allan Poe Award), the one fact it’s grounded in is Poe’s attendance at West Point circa 1830. Prior to that, it was in 1827 that Poe enlisted in the U.S. Army after struggling to pay for his education. So yes, it was a case of desperate times calling for desperate measures, and it didn’t take long for Poe to rally for being discharged and sent to the U.S. Military Academy in West Point, New York instead. It is perhaps this snowy, bleak setting (read: Upstate New York) that gives The Pale Blue Eye its Sleepy Hollow-esque quality. Except with far more seriousness than Tim Burton is usually wont to offer in his movies.

    Indeed, by commencing with a Poe quote from “The Premature Burial,” (“The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?”), followed by the stark image of a man hanging from a tree, Cooper delves right into the macabre and doesn’t relent. For, going beyond just the one-trick pony note of “macabre” (as Burton also showed again in the softcore gloom of Wednesday), Cooper weaves the insidiousness of the murders of cadets that begin with that hanged man into a larger, more profound message about oppressive patriarchal institutions that churn out “Men” with The System’s seal of approval.

    But The Pale Blue Eye is hardly any kind of “stylized biopic” about Poe, for his character is but an auxiliary one to the lead: retired detective Augustus Landor (Christian Bale). Summoned to the Academy after Cadet Leroy Fry’s (Steven Maier) body is discovered at that tree, Landor is plucked out of said retirement by Captain Hitchcock (Simon McBurney) and Superintendent Thayer (the perpetually sour-faced Timothy Spall). The latter being known as the real-life “Father of West Point.” Detective Landor was a father once, too—though his daughter, Mathilde a.k.a. “Mattie” (Hadley Robinson), has been gone for some time, described as having “run off” somewhere. This would be lonely and heartbreaking for a father under any circumstances, but Detective Landor’s sentiments are made all the more pronounced by the fact that he has been a widower for the past two years. Granted, that hasn’t meant his bed has been cold, with a local barmaid named Patsy (Charlotte Gainsbourg, too underused in this role) often spending her nights in his cottage. It’s at the bar she works where Detective Landor makes further acquaintance with Poe (Harry Melling, in the part he was born to play), who previously advised him that the murderer he’s looking for is surely a poet.

    At the bar, Poe elaborates that because of the nature of the crime (a man’s heart being ripped out after his death), the man Landor is looking for simply has to be a poet for, “The heart is a symbol or it is nothing. Now take away the symbol and what do you have? It’s a fistful of muscle of no more aesthetic interest than a bladder. Now to remove a man’s heart is to traffic in symbol. And who better equipped for such labor than a poet?” Landor briefly indulges him before moving on in his search for a culprit, eventually deciding that Poe could be very useful to assisting in the case. For his soft-spoken, unimposing demeanor makes him ideal for hiding among the shadows and gathering intel about potential suspects. It is in this way that Cooper’s underlying theme about such institutions as the U.S. Military Academy gradually comes into the spotlight. For, soon enough, when Poe becomes a suspect himself, he laments to Landor, “If I were to kill every cadet who had abused me during my tenure here, I’m afraid you would find the Corps of Cadets reduced to less than a dozen. Now, if you must know, I’ve been a figure of fun from my very first day here. My manner, my age, my person. My…aesthetics. If I had a thousand lifetimes, I could not begin to address all the injuries that have been done to me.”

    Thus, we have a prime example of a “fraternalistic” institution established in the United States’ early history serving as one of the most germinal paragons of how patriarchy deliberately seeks to quash men like Poe. Those gentle, delicate spirits that the “desirable” meathead archetype can’t understand, therefore must mock and subdue. Fittingly enough, a review for the novel version of this tale from The New York Times commented of this oppressive landscape marking Poe’s earlier years, “The regimented, gloomy world of West Point, with all its staring eyes and missing hearts, forms a perfectly plausible back story to the real-life Poe’s penchant for tintinnabulation, morbidity and pale young women, first initial L.” That woman, in this instance, being Lea Marquis (Lucy Boynton, the Anya Taylor-Joy to Melling’s erstwhile Harry Beltik role in The Queen’s Gambit). A pale girl, to be sure, for she is afflicted with some mysterious illness that makes her cough a lot and go into arbitrary seizures that make her look decidedly “possessed by the devil.” Her brother, Cadet Artemus Marquis (Harry Lawtey), is of the meathead variety at the Academy. A real ringleader, of sorts—as Poe finds out after being invited to a secret society-type meeting by Artemus after curfew.

    The boys (posing as men) at this little gathering consist of people like Cadet Randy Ballinger (Fred Hechinger), parading an antagonistic air toward anyone perceived as weak, such as Poe. It is in moments like these that Landor’s contempt for an institution of West Point’s nature proves what he says to Captain Hitchcock when the latter demands, “Mr. Landor, do you harbor a latent hostility toward this Academy?” Landor replies, “I am risking my life on behalf of your precious institution. But yes. I do believe that the Academy takes away a young man’s will. It fences him with regulations and rules. Deprives him of reason. It makes him less human.” Hitchcock, offended, asks, “Are you implying the Academy is to blame for these deaths?” Landor assents, “Someone connected to the Academy, yes. Hence, the Academy itself.” Hitchcock decries, “Well that’s absurd. By your standard, every crime committed by a Christian will be a stain on Christ.” Landor confirms solemnly, “And so it is.”

    As we learn more about why Landor is so disgusted with how such an institution as the Academy does stamp out the will (and heart) of many a young man, turning them cold and unfeeling, we see Poe’s own heart growing fonder of Lea. But even she has her special machinations when it comes to stringing Poe along, never knowing that, in this alternate account of his history, she will be the true inspiration for “The Tell-Tale Heart.” Landor, in his own way, as well. In point of fact, this entire cutthroat milieu is what Cooper wants to reiterate helped to form Poe as an author. As Cooper himself remarked, “…it’s these events that occur in our film that shaped his worldview and helped him become the writer that he became—with the recurring themes that deal with the questions of death and the effects of decomposition and reanimation of the dead and mourning; all those are considered part of his dark romanticism.”

    His worldview was also undeniably shaped by having been subjected to the “frat boy fuckery” of both the U.S. Military and its West Point Academy, where, like Landor, Poe no doubt learned something about the cruelty of most men, ready to take their repressed urges and latent rage on someone else more powerless—in this case, an innocent girl.

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    Genna Rivieccio

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