Michael Haneke makes films that I deeply admire much more
than I truly love. They are technically sound. It is clear he has a profound
natural ability to use the camera to create chilling scenes, empty spaces that
suggest isolation, and stories that reveal various elements of the human
condition. Whether it’s the cruel sadism of Funny
Games, the psychosexual power of The
Piano Teacher, the paranoia of Caché,
or the wicked punishment of collective guilt in The White Ribbon, Haneke’s films are always challenging, never made
for easy viewing, and rarely offering anything short of material for endless
discussion with your cinephile friends.
Upon hearing that Amour,
his latest film, and second to win the Cannes Film Festival’s Palme d’Or,
concerned an elderly couple coming to terms with the slow and unstoppable
effects of debilitating illness, you’re almost tempted to imagine ways he could
possibly have inflected his unique style onto the story. Did this signal a
stylistic shift? Most certainly not. Amour,
though rather conventional in subject matter, is still at times a grueling
experience. Mind you, this has everything to do with Haneke making us
uncomfortable with human behavior and not at all because the movie is anything
other than brilliant.
The film has a cold open that augurs the sense of doom
and isolation that will pervade the rest of the story. As firemen enter a
seemingly abandoned apartment calling out if anyone is there, they eventually
enter a bedroom sealed from the outside to discover Anne’s (Emmanuelle Riva)
corpse in bed draped in flowers. So we know where the story is going and we
wait with trepidation to discover how her husband Georges (Jean-Louis
Trintingant) brought her to her final resting place. From there, Haneke flashes
back several months to a lengthy static shot of an audience awaiting the start
of something. This is his sly way of reflecting his audience back at itself.
It’s a shot held so uncomfortably long that at first, before you’ve noticed
Georges and Anne, you’ve already begun thinking about how we view performance
and the nature of the relationship between performer and audience.
The authorities who force their way into the apartment in
the first scene are no more or less intrusive than any other characters,
including their daughter Eva (Isabelle Huppert), who occasionally visit the
couple after Anne is stricken by a series of strokes that leave her
incapacitated. Amour is a film about
lifelong love and devotion and the lengths and extent of that love. How far
will Georges go to give himself over to his wife of more than half a century?
She makes him promise that he will never leave her in the hospital. As the film
progresses, Anne and Georges become more and more isolated, completely walled
off from the world outside, and their relationship slowly shifts from one of
loving partnership to one of managed care, which involves feeding, bathing, and
clothing.
Riva’s performance has to be one of the most talked about
of the year. She is a well-known French actress who has been making films for
decades. Her sweet and delicate features make it impossible not to feel such
overwhelming sympathy with her. It’s a performance of great physical strength,
as she shuts down half of her body and executes every movement slowly and
precisely. Haneke’s camera almost never cuts away, which means she had to be in
that physical space longer than most actors in similar roles. Trintignant is no
less mesmerizing a performer as he tries so desperately to keep his emotions
together and hold his marriage in one piece. His few moments of anger or
aggression are either sudden and shocking, as when he slaps Anne like a
petulant child for refusing to drink her water, or contained and passive, as
the moment when he rejects Eva’s visit with a dismissive, but astutely
realized, remark.
Upon arriving home after the piano recital early in the
film, Georges and Anne discover someone has tried to break into their
apartment. The theme of intrusion surfaces again and again throughout the film
as Georges grows ever more despondent at the level of care his beloved Anne
requires. Two scenes, one uncomfortable and the other disquieting and
thrilling, reveal his fear of outsiders. In the first, he fires a nurse he’s
just recently hired to care for Anne. It’s questionable whether or not she’s
done anything wrong, but it illustrates how no one shows the same level of
empathy for our loved ones as we do ourselves. The second has Georges waking in
the night to a knock at the door and entering the hallway to investigate. This
one tells us more about what’s going on in his head than any other scene in the
film. It is a classic Haneke moment and the most electrifying jolt I had at the
movies all year. That is the power of his filmmaking.
Certainly one of the worst films to have to sit through from 2012, along with Beasts of the Southern Wild and Les Misérables.
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The plus is because he finally snuffs out her life with a pillow, allowing the movie to finally end.
Shane
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