A widower struggles to connect with his sons.
Review by
Eric Hillis
Directed by: Joachim Trier
Starring: Jesse Eisenberg, Gabriel Byrne, Isabelle Huppert, Amy
Ryan, Devin Druid, David Strathairn
For a long time, American cinema was dominated by European writers and directors. It wasn't until the 'movie brat' generation emerged from the rubble of the studio system in the late 1960s that American filmmakers really took over their industry. Transplanted foreigners may have plied their trade on a daily basis for decades, but since the '70s, the masters of world cinema have rarely dabbled in English language storytelling. America holds a curious fascination for the rest of us, and this is often reflected in the films foreigners make when given a chance to work in that vast country - with mixed results; for every Paris, Texas, there's a My Blueberry Nights - so often set in the dusty SouthWest or on the great highways that keep America alive, like the turquoise veins of a giant's arm.
Shunning the opportunity to explore the American psyche, Trier instead turns his lens on the universal themes of grief and loss of connection. Three years after the death of his photographer wife Isabelle (Isabelle Huppert) in a car crash that may have been a particularly drastic suicide, former actor turned teacher Gene Reed (Gabriel Byrne) is struggling to connect with his 15-year-old son Conrad (Devin Druid), a loner who writes lengthy existential tomes when he's not spending hours playing an online fantasy game. In a heartbreaking scene, Gene logs onto the game and spends weeks looking for his son in the online world, hoping to form a virtual bond in lieu of a real life connection. When he finally bumps into Conrad's online Avatar, his son strikes him down without ever realising it's his father.
Byrne is one of his generation's most under-rated actors, and lately he's come to symbolise a curious brand of male, middle-aged and middle-class melancholy. His Gene is deeply sympathetic; we feel the weight on his heart every time Conrad deals him another blow. What makes it all the more frustrating is how Trier shows us that Conrad actually loves his father - he bonds with Jonah over a YouTube clip from Gene's acting days (actually a clip of Byrne from the 1987 Shelley Long vehicle Hello Again, one of several references to '80s cinema to be found here, from Risky Business to Dario Argento's Opera) - but like any teenage boy, can't be seen to display such affection. Druid, previously seen as a teenage Louis CK in the TV show Louis, is a revelation here; initially we want to strangle him for his treatment of his father, but as the film progresses we feel guilty for judging him so.
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