Back when I reviewed Still Alice, I found myself unable to
remove the mental association about SWIMNOT’s involvement in the Twilight
films. Looking back on it, I definitely ended up doing her a disservice and
treated her largely as a punchline. Given her work as Bella Swan, that is probably
to be expected to a certain degree as that is definitely the kind of film
series that is custom-made to damage careers. However, after seeing her
outright impressive turn in American Ultra, I think we’ve reached the point
where she has earned her place as a legitimate actor. So, as we take another
look into this indie Cinderella story, and if that sounds trite forgive me for
picking the most appropriate phrase possible, I’m putting an official embargo
on Twilight jokes.
The plot: Maria (Juliette Binoche) is a famous actress of stage and screen, having gotten her start in both the play and film versions of Maloja Snake by Swiss playwright Wilhelm Melchior. However, in the wake of the sudden news of Wilhelm’s death reaches her shortly before an award ceremony that he was meant to win, a theatre director approaches her to once again perform in a rendition of Maloja Snake. Only this time, instead of playing the younger Sigrid as she did all those years ago, she is to play her older counterpart Helena. As she reads through her lines with her assistant Valentine (Kristen Stewart), and comes to terms with the renegade actress Jo-Ann (Chloë Grace Moretz) that will starring opposite her, she begins to realize just how much she holds dear when it comes to this role.
Playing around with the boundaries of reality is certainly
nothing new in the realm of film. After all, what is cinema but convincing
people of a false reality for a 90-or-so minute duration? This film does much
the same, only in a refreshingly subtler way than usual. Whenever the line
between fiction and reality is blurred, like with the works of Satoshi Kon or
Charlie Kaufman, it’s done with a psychological bent that is meant to actively
make the audience question what the reality of the film actually is. Here, by
contrast, it’s done in a more immediate sense, meant to directly draw the
audience’s attention to the line while keeping it as distinct as possible.
Basically, the main way it is accomplished here isn’t to confuse the audience;
it’s more to show just how good the actors are, both in and out of the film’s universe.
When Maria and Valentine are doing line reads for the play, through the clever
writing as well as the phenomenal acting from Binoche and Stewart, the
parallels that are drawn make for impressive set pieces. The reason why the
acting works as well as it does is that it makes for incredibly smooth
transitions between them reading lines from the play and them just talking, yet
doesn’t make either line of discussion feel stilted. It’s incredibly natural
both ways, which gives credence to Maria’s abilities as an actress as well as
to the story of the film overall. They even manage to generate comedy out of
the frustration Maria feels about flubbing her lines.
Since the comparison is pretty much inevitable, I’ll make
the one and only Birdman comparison here and now. While Riggan’s ego was about
staying true to himself and doing what he believed was right, Maria’s ego is
about staying true to not only herself but also the legacy of her role. The core
of the film, that being Maria returning to perform a role opposite the one that
made her famous, is a surprisingly prevalent tradition with more classical
actors: John Gielgud went from playing Cassius to the emperor he plotted to
kill in two separate versions of Julius Caesar, and John Hurt went from
protagonist Winston Smith in 1984 to antagonist Adam Sutler in the 1984-esque V
For Vendetta adaptation. Here, through her difficulties in dealing with her
shifted perspective in a story that means something very dear to her, she is
not only dealing with a straight-up mirror of how much time has passed but also
trying to reconcile all of it so that not only her own legacy is upheld, but
also that of the writer/director Wilhelm Melchior.
Then there’s the differing stances on that fictional line on
the other side of the screen, as we see how the audience responds to it. The
centrepiece when it comes to this perspective is through a conversation between
Maria, Valentine, Jo-Ann and her lover Christopher (Johnny Flynn). Both Jo-Ann
and Chris admire Maria, but in different ways. Jo-Ann isolates a film that she
did with Harrison Ford, where her performance was that emotionally effecting
that it is what drove her to become an actress. Chris, on the other hand, brings
up seeing her at a screening of one of her earlier French films and brings something
she said in response to a question that he found inspiring.
That lack of bias when it comes to where and how an artist affects the audience and which is more important is also shown through how Maria and Valentine react to Jo-Ann’s latest film, a rather astute send-up of modern superhero flicks. Valentine shows a certain understanding of Jo-Ann’s character and her emotional woes, whereas Maria sees it as pop psychology hidden under a patently absurd premise. Neither of them are right, and neither of them are wrong because they don’t exist when it comes to the effect of art, particularly cinema. A lot of the dialogue involves differing interpretations of certain texts, mainly the play at the centre of everything, and it never comes across like some or any of these characters were written to abjectly “not get it”; instead, they just give differing opinions and, in most cases, give adequate reasons for why that is. Even the titles used enforce this: the fictional play Maloja Snake and the actual film Clouds Of Sils Maria are referring to the exact same thing, just worded differently.
That lack of bias when it comes to where and how an artist affects the audience and which is more important is also shown through how Maria and Valentine react to Jo-Ann’s latest film, a rather astute send-up of modern superhero flicks. Valentine shows a certain understanding of Jo-Ann’s character and her emotional woes, whereas Maria sees it as pop psychology hidden under a patently absurd premise. Neither of them are right, and neither of them are wrong because they don’t exist when it comes to the effect of art, particularly cinema. A lot of the dialogue involves differing interpretations of certain texts, mainly the play at the centre of everything, and it never comes across like some or any of these characters were written to abjectly “not get it”; instead, they just give differing opinions and, in most cases, give adequate reasons for why that is. Even the titles used enforce this: the fictional play Maloja Snake and the actual film Clouds Of Sils Maria are referring to the exact same thing, just worded differently.
There’s also some screen time devoted to different brands of
reality outside of film and theatre. When dealing with a film that focuses on
actor ego, it’d be surprising if it didn’t
deal with celebrity news in one form or another. For the most part, despite how
she’s on screen nearly as much as Stewart or Binoche, it’s centred on Jo-Ann’s
character. We see her attitudes to the paparazzi and the reasons why she is
doing the projects she’s doing, but probably the sharpest point made is how she
is seen by the rest of the world, Maria and Valentine in particular. Jo-Ann,
from how the tabloids, interviews and film panels portray her, is a rebellious
teen in that ex-Disney sort of way; it feels like she’s overcompensating for
some sort of pre-existing image that she wants to shed. However, Valentine
takes an immediate shine to her because of the fact that she is so abrasive
and, after she sees more footage of her online, Maria starts to understand that
mindset and reciprocate it. It definitely mirrors how some people view Kanye
West in today’s day and age: Yeah, he’s an arsehole, but some people love him as
this cult of personality because he’s
such an arsehole; he’s entertaining in a different way from everyone else. Hell,
so long as an artist keeps making good content, it ultimately doesn’t matter
how they are in the real world; they make works of fiction, not autobiography.
All in all, this film has astounding respect for the art of
acting, both for the artist and the audience. It takes a look at the boundary
between what is real and what is acted out, how they both can affect people on
similar levels and, by film’s end, realize that it ultimately shouldn’t matter
how and where inspiration comes from. As someone who has learnt an awful
lot from the world of fiction, I have immense respect for this kind of message,
especially when it’s delivered with writing this sharp and acting this
resonant.
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