When her lover leaves to fight in the US Civil War, a European
immigrant is left to fend for herself.
Review by
Eric Hillis
Directed by: Viggo Mortensen
Starring: Viggo Mortensen, Vicky Krieps, Danny Huston, Solly McLeod, Garret Dillahunt, Colin Morgan, Ray McKinnon,
Luke Reilly, Atlas Green
Viggo Mortensen's
Falling
was exactly the sort of intimate, talky drama you might expect an actor to
choose for their debut as writer/director. For his follow-up Mortensen has
opted for something that seems very different on the surface, a western, but
while there's gun-slingin', horse ridin' and a villain clad in black, it's
very much a character-based western of the sort that were common before the
Italians stripped the genre down to its action basics.
A good actor knows that screen acting is about 90% physical and 10% verbal,
so it's no surprise that the likes of Clint Eastwood, Kevin Costner and now
Mortensen have been drawn to the western genre as directors. It offers a
chance to play taciturn men who keep their emotions pent-up and presents the
challenge of how to convey psychology visually rather than relying on
dialogue (not having to worry about learning lines probably helps if you're
also directing).
Mortensen's Holger Olsen is a classic strong and silent western hero but
he's also sensitive and considerate, a thinking man's gunslinger. A recent
immigrant to the US of the 1860s from Denmark, Holger visits San Francisco
because he wants to see "the end of the world." It's at the end of the world
that he finds the beginning of a new life when he catches the eye of
Vivienne (Vicky Krieps), a society lady whose life of polite
refinement is contrasted with flashbacks to her childhood as a trapper's
daughter in rural Quebec. Seeing the unkempt form of Holger in a town square
stirs something primal in Vivienne. The two seem very different but they're
both strangers in this new world, and perhaps Holger reminds Vivienne of the
father she lost to a British hangman's noose when she was a child.
Holger takes Vivienne away from her hoity toity San Fran life and to his
home in the Californian desert. Initially horrified by a land as rugged and
craggy as the man she's fallen for, Vivienne eventually turns it into a
home. But when Holger enlists to fight for the Union in the civil war,
Vivienne is left alone and soon becomes the target of the predatory Weston
Jeffries (Solly McLeod, an actor so American I knew before googling
his name that he would inevitably be a Brit), son of local land baron Alfred
Jeffries (Garret Dillahunt).
With Viggo absent for much of the film, it's Krieps' Vivienne who takes
centre stage. Westerns with female protagonists have tended to impose the
feminist mores of whatever era they were made in, resulting in anachronistic
characters that are little more than male characters renamed. While Vivienne
is rebellious and stands up for herself, she does so in a way that never
feels like a woman from 2024 has been dropped into 1860s America. In the
aftermath of a shocking incident she doesn't fall into the usual stereotype
of the avenging woman who teaches herself how to shoot before taking violent
revenge, but rather she tries to pretend it never happened and attempts to
get on with her life, despite being surrounded by constant reminders of her
violation.
When paired with Mortensen, Krieps is magnificent initially playing
Vivienne's attraction with a schoolgirl's standoffishness before giving in
to her feelings. There's a palpable chemistry between the pair, though they
never marry and never verbally express their mutual love. It's all in how
they look at one another, and how sometimes they can't bear to look at the
other. There are moments when it seems Holger is about to launch into a
speech or a tirade, only to hold back as though he either doesn't have the
words or knows they won't do him any good. The scene in which Vivienne
breaks the news that she's taken a job in the town saloon as Holger reveals
that he's enlisted is beautifully played, the two lovers angry at each
other's decision while fully understanding their motivations.
As a director, Mortensen makes great strides with his second film,
displaying a knack for placing and moving his camera subtly so as to
embellish the human drama rather than distract from it. The emotionally
fraught scene that sees Holger depart for war achieves a lot with a simple
lateral camera track that ends on Vivienne's teary visage as the man she
loves disappears in the background.
Where Mortensen's relative lack of experience is perhaps betrayed is in his
decision to opt for a non-linear structure that sees the main story play out
in flashbacks, with further flashbacks within those very flashbacks. I'm not
sure what he was thinking in choosing to open the film by revealing the
ultimate fate of one of his protagonists as it's a decision that renders
later revelations obsolete. There's also an odd imbalance concerning the
importance of certain supporting characters, specifically Dillahunt's
Jeffries and the town mayor (Danny Huston in another of his trademark
snivelling rich guy roles). Early on they're given a lengthy scene that lays
out their nefarious plans for the town, but it sets up a subplot that never
actually materialises. It's as though The Dead Don't Hurt was
ultimately cut down from a lengthier script, with Mortensen forgetting to
trim a few loose ends. Perhaps a more comprehensible director's cut will
emerge at some point in the future.
