Showing posts with label killer kids. Show all posts
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Thursday, July 21, 2016

Fantasia 2016--The Eyes of My Mother--Nicolas Pesce (2016)

Kika Magalhaes gives a shattering performance as Francisca in Nicolas Pesce's debut feature The Eyes of My Mother (2016)
Making a black and white film these days is a very deliberate choice by a contemporary filmmaker.  Not only does this visual decision give a film a unique tone, but somewhat tempers its gore factor, denying us the reds, pinks, purples, and browns associated with hard-core guts and gore.  Nicolas Pesce's The Eyes of My Mother certainly has its share of "guts and gore," but reveals those moments in such a delicate and elegiac manner that the horror of the film slowly seeps into you until you are fairly drowning in its dreadful miasma.

The film opens with a trucker stopping on a desolate road at the sight of a woman collapsing into a fetal position far ahead.  The framing stays with the truck's cab as the trucker runs to assist her, as if the camera was a strange passenger.  Then an overhead aerial shot frames that fall from a different angle as the trucker stops to help the woman and then calls for help.  This scene is a flash to the future, as the film's timeline readjusts, and now it introduces us to young Francisca (Olivia Bond) and her Mother (Diana Agostini).  In what seems like a rural idyll, her mother tells Francisca the tale of St. Francis, living in the woods, who wakes one day to discover he has stigmata.  She drives home the point that "loneliness can do strange things," and indeed that very idea forms the core subtext for the entire film, for without her mother, Francisca would be very lonely.  Her father seems entirely absent, and she appears to be home schooled and duly isolated.

Perchance, a visitor breaks into their quiet existence, and Charlie (Will Brill) is a giggling mass of bad intentions.  When he forces his way into their house--first to use the phone, and then the bathroom--events deteriorate and Francisca's life is forever transformed.  That trauma haunts her from her childhood, to her teen years and beyond.  Upon her father's return (from wherever he might work), they bury her mother and lock Charlie (who is still alive) in the barn to live out his days.  At one point, she asks him why he murdered her mother, and he enthusiastically explains that "it felt amazing."  Those words will come back to haunt him.  One of Francisca's skills, taught to her by her mother, is eye and throat surgery, as she soon renders Charlie unable to see or speak.  It's a fitting bit of revenge, but becomes a rather cruel form of torturous living when other victims ensue.  After Francisca loses her father (although it's not clear exactly when that occurs), she finds other ways to fill the void of loneliness, and eventually forms her own makeshift family by brutal means.

Francisca's father "bathing" in The Eyes of My Mother
While the film gradually clues the viewer in, bit by bit, to Francisca's perverse understanding of both reality and family, the adult Francisca (Kika Magalhaes) creates a compelling sympathy toward her through her soulful performance.  Her isolation, and her early brush with violence, profoundly shape her future and her interactions with others.  Some plot holes emerge (how exactly did she learn how to drive), but this minimalist psycho horror show leaves just enough unanswered for spectators to fill in the holes with their own imagination.  While we are (thankfully) not privy to many violent events (because they happen offscreen), the subtle hits of horror shown contribute beautifully to the film's deeply unsettling nature.  One of the film's more fascinating approaches is how it oscillates between an almost claustrophobic intimacy and a very purposeful visual distancing.  The film also takes its time--scenes of horror unfold incrementally, sometimes testing our patience as we sit in dread worrying over what will come next.  I described the film to a friend as if Antonioni had made a low-budget indie horror film, and I still think the film is the perfect marriage of horror tropes and art cinema mood and style.  A stunning piece of work, The Eyes of My Mother is a triumphant, gorgeous first feature from Nicolas Pesce.

A voyeur dominates the film's spatial world in Jacob Nizzola's Agravoy (2015)
One of the best things about the Fantasia Film Festival is the creative pairings of shorts with features that the Fantasia team masterfully programs.  Jacob Nizzola's Agravoy beautifully complimented the feature's dreadful atmosphere, as we watch a voyeur (Barrington de la Roche--who looks a lot like latter day Iggy Pop) hungrily peek at the mysterious woman (Orion Ben) living across the hall.  She invites a handsome guy over (Adam Nash), and things take a pretty violent turn as the voyeur's jealousy bubbles over.  Stylishly shot and beautiful oblique, Nizzola's short playfully explores the cinematic possibilities of the peephole while cautioning viewers to not judge people by appearance alone.

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Fantasia 2016--Beware the Slenderman--Irene Taylor Brodsky (2016)

An image of the contemporary internet boogeyman Slenderman
Documentaries are not objective, and they do not really try to be.  They have a message and an agenda, and part of the pleasure of watching them is discerning how effectively that particular point-of-view is conveyed.  That's why Irene Taylor Brodsky's Beware the Slenderman (2016) confused me in some ways.  One of the reasons the line for the film at the 2016 Fantasia Film Festival snaked all the way around the building was that the Slenderman is truly a terrifying visual creation, and many of us just wanted to be shaken up by this elongated, faceless boogeyman.  The fact that the documentary explores the real life attempted murder performed by two twelve year old girls helps draw us in all the more.

Beware the Slenderman focuses mostly on courtroom drama
Yet the compelling figure of the Slenderman frequently takes a backseat to the courtroom and family dramas that clearly drove Taylor Brodsky to delve deeper into the creature's phenomenon, and in many ways, the film is a thoughtful true crime drama.  Certainly, this film sympathizes with Anissa Weier and Morgan Geyser's parents, rather than demonizing them or coating them with a hefty dose of blame.  Still, what motivates these two young outliers to commit this heinous act against one of Morgan's BEST FRIENDS seems muddy, even after nearly 2 hours of exploration.  Are these girls misanthropes?  Were they bullied?  Did the internet compel them to kill?  Were either of them mentally ill?  That last question seems to be the one on which the filmmaker focuses most explicitly, and while her look at this facet of the case certainly shifts one's perspective, suddenly the film seems like it should be called Beware of Schizophrenia.

Just not enough of this scary-long armed ghoul!
I think the biggest issue with Beware the Slenderman is that there's just not enough Slenderman.  I came to the screening to be scared by a boogeyman, but instead left thinking the doc is a cautionary tale about internet access for impressionable minds.  No Ipads in schools!  The scenes showing Anissa's younger brother completely enraptured by a cute, but rather sinister video game where some quacking bird ends up burnt to a crisp while he chuckles and snorts made me really glad that I'm both OLDish and do not have children.  Scary though, the film is not (unless you have an internet savvy preteen at home).  This doc is definitely worth a look, but you might want to wait until it debuts on HBO in the near future.