The Son; Nicholas Nickleby
Nicholas Nickleby Directed by Douglas McGrath
So few movies are made from ethical practice that Belgiums Dardenne brothers had to structure their latest film, The Son, as a mystery. Thats how far weve gotten from appreciating the human condition at the movieseven Euro-esthetes have to trick it up to be taken seriously. In The Son, Olivier (Olivier Gourmet) is a vocational-training instructor who displays an intense interest in teenage Francis (Morgan Marinne), a new student just arriving from a detention home. The way Olivier stalks Francis or keeps a sharper eye on him than on the other boys is not mystifying for Jean-Pierre and Luc Dardenne; its merely a marvel of human behavior that they initially present as a conundrum. By its end, The Son explores the toughest moral dilemma onscreen since Minority Report. Recall the shock on Tom Cruises face when he said, "I will kill this man!" Its the same realization Olivier goes throughand fightswhen meeting the boy who killed his son. The Dardennes simply restate Cruises caution as "I will save this boy!" The Son becomes an art-movie alarm for filmgoers who forget that expressing humanism is the greatest thing movies can do.
This unsentimental double character study means to combat years of accumulated frivolous movie-watching in order to win back the purity of human interaction. Its ironic that the very different Dardenne brothers should prove to be Spielbergs allies. Having first made documentaries, the Dardennes employ an emphatic rigor in their storytelling that will shake up even those people who want humanism scrubbed of glamour. Unsentimental, the Dardennes use a style that is almost off-puttingly brusque and opaque. The lighting is verite harsh; the compositionsmostly back-of-the-head shots, oblique angles on rooms and cramped views of cold, desolate city streetsare off-putting. But steadily, Oliviers private determination and Francis remote introspection take hold. The familiarity of their emotional statesa battle of generational temperaments that implies the changed social conditioning of different erasmakes the film uniquely compelling. The Son turns suspicion of the older mans motives against our expectations, against mawkishness and cynicism.
Sure enough, the Dardennes achieve pure fascination (and some irritation). While their preceding films La Promesse (1996) and Rosetta (1999) worked largely as political treatmentsrespectively exposing modern Europes problems with immigration and downsized employmentThe Son details the personal impact of an apparently worldwide social horror: the aftereffect of a childs death on his family and on the killer. Oliviers marriage has fallen apart and no legal remedy has resolved his or his ex-wifes unease. The Dardennes rekindle their distress asking, What do you do when confronted with a killers essential innocence?
An entire spiritually deranged world is implied by that question. The nightmare of bewildered adults, ruthless youth and general moral chaos can be felt in the Dardennes fragmented compositions as much as in Minority Reports dystopian set design that pointed up the justice systems futility. Thus, Oliviers unarticulated motives loom large. Watching young Francis with strangely parental care, this grieving fathers concentration borders on providence. It sprouts an eerie protectiveness over the sullen kid that may well be Oliviers only means of keeping saneits almost certainly an expression of the Dardennes own political prescription. Their social view has developed even beyond the startlingly fine Rosetta. The Dardennes presume theres an audience anxious to investigate human phenomena, ready to take social understanding past the banal representation of "social problems."
The Dardennes dont abuse our despair over disaffected kids and the indifference theyve inherited from a violent, heartless culture. Through Olivier and Francis The Son presents both sides shared isolationtheir unspoken tension becomes a shy game of withdrawal and longing. This creates a different kind of suspense from such "gritty" films as Kids, Training Day or Narc. As you scrutinize the Dardennes documentary approachwaiting to spot a false move, wondering how far they will take the mysterious bond between Olivier and Francisthis hypothetical father and son turns into a prospectus of where we can go as humans. The effect is almost transcendental.
This comes from the Dardennes distrust of the sentiment that flows from the human face; thats why they frame it so obtrusively in one-quarter profiles, behind Oliviers thick-lensed eyeglasses, or in Francis truculent stare. Drama occurs in the way viewers reflect upon these two people, not simply in what is acted out on the screen. Its style is the exact opposite of the "father-son" communication between Leonardo DiCaprio and Tom Hanks in Catch Me If You Can but only a fool would think the humorless Dardenne method is superior. Whats important to realize is that the insight is the same, though rare. (Thats why Hanks look of astonishment is as miraculous as the chameleonic Olivier Gourmets.)
When Olivier teaches Francis to notice the different grains in a wooden board (like Hanratty rerouting Abagnales instincts), he is teaching him what he knows about the world. To provide the boy with a skill is to give him a handle on life. The Dardennes make this generosity plainer than Spielberg does, but as with a Spielberg film, you must work to perceive it. Where Oliviers benevolence comes from is the films ultimate mystery. Oliviers position as a carpenter (he has access to a mill and lumber, the means of production) allows him to do the work that a beneficent, forgiving society should but seldom does these days.
Is Oliviers act of forgiveness Christian or just extraordinarily humane? The Dardennes unemotional style makes you wonder. From its title, The Son suggests Christian allegory but it avoids simple (or obvious) compassion. This may be exactly what contemporary intellectuals, atheists and agnostics prefer; purging movies of all mannerisms that suggest piety (or decadence). I admire The Son greatly, but I am also against the too-easy suggestion that this represents a better method than more richly crafted movies. Its mere political snobbery to ignore that the Dardennes verite technique is also an artifice. And its cultural snobbery to pretend Oliviers transforming struggle with vengeance is greater than the key moments in Minority Report. Spielberg imaginatively illustrates the scope of human behavior, the Dardennes are astute observers of human reticencethe two most ethical movie visions available today. When Francis says he only regrets the five years he spent locked up, his lack of remorse is believable and pitiable. Its just not in this kid whose pale face with a slight flush to his cheeks personifies the closed-down youth of our modern world. And we swallow that tragic awareness as does Olivier. The Dardennes get away with being harsh and opaque because that style works for themin mysterious ways. Their climax has no piety, just beauty.
Starting with one of last years great cinematic tropesNicholas and family arriving destitute in London with the camera fatally swooping down on them then tilting up to show gray smoke stacks rising above them, dwarfing their significanceDouglas McGraths Nicholas Nickleby becomes one of the best Charles Dickens adaptations since David Lean set the standard. Though far from Leans greatness, McGrath knows Dickens was a fount of low and high social art (hes referenced in Antwone Fisher and The Color Purple). This film emphasizes Dickens reformist zeal without sacrificing his fictional ingenuity or his ethical integrity. Dickens understood the worldly oppression that is connected to oppression of the heartso his melodrama is as piercing as the Dardennes realism.
With photographer Dick Pope (by way of Mike Leigh), McGrath brings insight to every shot. Charlie Hunnam plays the angelic hero who overcomes all social obstacles in 19th-century London. Blond, blue-eyed, with full red lips and a dashing mole (as good as a dimple), Hunnams Nicholas is so pretty and valiant he seems a put-on. Yet he grants this film a magical, silent-movie purity. Dickens provides the power with a story that reveals how a sense of security is dependent on work and money. Nicholas vows to "live with dignity" against greed, envy, arrogance. McGraths humor and clarity save him. An epigraph, "Tragedy is the only promise life gives thus happiness is a gift, delight in it," is McGraths motto and he provides delight through the pleasures of intricate but never pompous narrative.