Showing posts with label Depression in the movies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Depression in the movies. Show all posts

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Our Mother's Day Sunday Corner with Lee Liberman -- A TALE OF LOVE AND DARKNESS: an immigrant story about the birth of a state and the death of a mother


"Jerusalem is a black widow who devours her lovers 
while they are still inside her...." 
...Amos Oz


Written, directed, and starring Natalie Portman (2015), in Hebrew with subtitles, this lovely film, A TALE OF LOVE AND DARKNESS, for the first-time screenwriter/director is based on an autobiographical memoir of same title by Amos Oz (2004), Israel's foremost novelist.

Portman's version, however, leans on the story of Oz's mother's fatal depression rather than offering a balanced telling of the immigrant family's experience. The truth suffers from it, despite the film's poignancy. It is streaming on Netflix but put Oz's memoir (the writer is pictured below) on your Kindle -- you won't be disappointed.

Portraying Oz's mother Fania, Portman's fluency in Hebrew is unexpected until we learn she was born in Israel; there must have been much in the memoir that jibed with her own family origins -- the absorbing stories of his parents, Fania Mussman from Poland (now Ukraine) and Arieh Klausner from Lithuania (played by musician, writer Gilad Kahana), the menacing anti-Semitism that forced both families to escape to Palestine, the U.N. creation of the Jewish state in 1948, the enveloping war by the Arabs to eradicate the new Israel, the comparative poverty and daily minutia of the Klausners in their poor Jerusalem neighborhood, and especially, the sad tale of Oz's mother who died of a drug overdose at age 38, a presumed suicide (see archive photo of the Klausner's below).

While Portman touches on all this material in her film, the reader will be rewarded by reading Oz's absorbing work of the same title; the balance he provides offsets the cloying atmosphere of film-Fania's doting on her only child (Amir Tessler) as she descended into morbid depression, dying when Amos was 12.

Fania's illness lightly hovers over Oz's memoir but it is part of the texture and doesn't consume it. The absorbing origin stories of his parents and close relatives, the Mussmans and the Klausners, the birth of Israel, and Oz's interesting progress toward his own successful adult life offsets the long shadow of Fania's mental illness (the movie's family trio is shown below).

Also, Oz sets down in writing an origin story that I and so many of my fellow Jewish Americans never got from our elders. The schetls were an embarrassment, the Holocaust so horrible -- leave the past in the past. To the extent Oz's family made new lives while bearing old scars and immigrant trials in their hearts, it turns out to be all our stories too, if differing in detail and degree, now being excavated by succeeding generations starved for knowledge of origins.

Both the memoir and the film, however, do draw a parallel between the dashed immigrant dream of a milk-and-honey Israel and Fania's decline. In an interview with David Remnick in The New Yorker, 11/8/04 upon the memoir's publication, Oz, (78 in 2017, Professor of Literature at Ben Gurion University in Beersheba and writer, novelist, journalist) tells Remnick, "European Zionist writing maintained that the moment the Jews set foot on Biblical soil they will be totally born again." The dream died and she died, Oz says, because for her Jerusalem was exile. Her new reality was alien.

It seems probable to me that lovely, literate, beautiful Fania had severe, likely undiagnosed and untreated depression -- neither the memoir nor the film appear to allow for this. Her insomnia and insufferable migraines were treated medically, leading to her overdosing and/or possible fatal mixing of pills. It is true that her mother and mother-in-law were harshly critical, that Amos's father Arieh, published author, brilliant and caring, was not the romantic partner of her fantasies, that daily life in Jerusalem was degrading compared to life as the child of a wealthy mill owner in Provno. But degradation and difficulty was true for them all, just as it is and has been for every immigrant who escapes oppression to start life over in a strange land. My own guess is that Fania's untreated mental illness made her incapable of dealing with adversity and even daily life.

Perhaps the severity of her illness led her husband and son to sense it was particular to her and not their fault, and to dissociate her demise from themselves enough to salvage their own futures. Arieh remarried and had more children though he died around 60 of a heart attack. Amos put his childhood behind at 14, leaving Jerusalem for rural Kibbutz Hulda, changing his name to Oz which means 'courage', where he later married, had 3 children, and began a splendid writing and academic career. He was furious at his mother for not saying goodbye. (Did she really know she was leaving, I wonder?) But he named his eldest daughter 'Fania', and in other ways preserved his loving memories of his mother's caring and her fantastical, imaginative storytelling: "Where she really lived was on the edge of the forest by the huts, the steppes, the meadows, the snow...reality was just a vain attempt to imitate the world of words." (Below an image from Fania's fairy tale about two monks.)

The failure to acknowledge mental illness was pro-forma during Oz's youth, the outcome of the repression of private feelings, bourgeois European manners, and historic Jewish constraints. Behavior was closely supervised. Everything was forbidden, 'not done', or 'impolite', says Oz, perhaps the inherited behavior of a long-degraded minority to avoid giving offense to the ruling class. Simple 'being' was suppressed by the fear of seeming ridiculous.

Then there was the cult of cleanliness, fear of germs (Palestine seemed diseased and unsterile to the Europeans -- too Asiatic, primitive, lacking in minimal hygiene and culture) and the ever-present need to penny-pinch -- reading by the light of 25 watts rather than indulge in a 45 watt bulb. The apartment was crammed full of the sufferings of the human race, says Oz, the thick smells of boiled fish, carrot and pastries mingled with DDT and Lysol.

However family and friends were scholars and Nobel prize winners. Famous Great Uncle Joseph Klausner wrote the notorious "Jesus of Nazareth", describing Jesus as the most Jewish of Jews and consummate Jewish moralist. Klausner also ran for President of Israel, losing to Chaim Weizmann. Then, explains Oz, everyone was a poet or writer or scholar or world reformer -- those who had anticipated and escaped to Palestine before the Nazi's mowed down Europe. The Jews of the world were unwelcome, applying to emigrate and being turned down by many countries. In the end many had no other option than Palestine. (Oz remains pained by the injustice done to the resident Arabs and with wholehearted liberalism, favors a two-state solution.)

Portman captures bits of these immigrant lives and the tumult surrounding the birthing of the Jewish State. Below, a radio is set up and broadcasting to the street the General Assembly vote on the creation of the new State of Israel.

But the overwhelming imagery in Portman's telling is the portrayal of Fania's descent following the 1948 war, after which, Oz says, there was no nirvana, rather a gloomy, damp, mean, petty "morning after" in their world and tiny, dingy, one-bed basement apartment. And her deterioration overwhelmed her husband and son. The care of Fania became a long series of daily duties, demands, and a sense of shame -- they were like three prisoners in a cell, says Oz. In addition to poor Fania's own suffering is the heavy burden on her two men of the mystery of her abandonment of them. If there had been diagnosis and modern treatment, Fania/wife/mother would have lived.

Note One: press here for discussion of Joseph Klausner's "Jesus of Nazareth."

Note Two: press here for link to Gilad Kahana music video incorporating Barack Obama's "You are not alone" speech.

Saturday, October 17, 2015

That great comic director, Pierre Salvadori, is back--with a strange, sad IN THE COURTYARD


While TrustMovies does not have a favorite director, he certainly has favorite directors, and among those who make comedies, he would place the splendid Pierre Salvatore at the top of the list. From Cible Emouvant through Après Vous and Priceless, this guy makes us laugh buoyantly while grounding his movies in very human/ humane terms. His films are a joy in so many ways. No wonder I was greatly looking forward to his newest film, IN THE COURTYARD. Surprise: There are a few laughs in the movie but many more smiles, and finally, if there are no outright tears, I suspect that, once seen, this quiet and unusual film will stay with you in odd ways for some time to come.

M. Salvadori, shown at right, has here made his most elusive film to date -- one that deals with depressed people (his other films do this, too, but in a much more comedic manner) in ways that seem both believable and empathetic. Further, the filmmaker is blessed to have at his disposal two top-notch stars, both of whom are pictured below: one a long-time icon of French cinema, Catherine Deneuve; the other an actor who has been working in film for years but may at last have a role in which he makes an indelible mark, Gustave Kervern.

The two play off each beautifully and effortlessly, Ms Deneuve in that rare role in which she is neither wise nor strong, and in fact is not at all in charge of her life. Kervern essays a musician who has suddenly given up his career and his life -- to disappear into some place where he can be left alone. Via the efforts of one of those French civil servants who actually cares about the people she serves (this scene and the actress who plays it -- I believe it is Carole Franck -- are keepers indeed), our "hero" finds his way into the good graces of the couple who owns a mid-size apartment building in town (Ms Deneuve and, as her husband, Féodor Atkine).

The building is peopled with an odd assortment of folk whom we get to know but fleetingly -- with the exception of a sad and sexy, drug-addled ex-sports star (played by Pio Marmaï). There's a blind man, a chronic complainer, and a Russian emigre (in the penultimate picture) with a troublesome dog who stars in the film's most inventive and amusing fantasy sequence. A crack in the owner family's apartment wall (below) leads to more depression, humor and odd plot developments. All along the way, Salvadori keeps a gentle but firm hold on everything from event to character, never allowing the former to circumvent the latter.

How the movie develops is part of its low-key charm. It goes places -- after that crack in the wall, for instance -- that broaden and deepen, but toward character rather than situation, which makes the movie much less "funny" but more real in terms of the people we're getting to know. Exactly how real we won't discover until the finale -- on one level unexpected (if we are viewing all this as "comedy"), on another quite determined by everything that has come before.

The movie -- running 97 minutes, in French with English subtitles and released to DVD this past week via Cohen Media Group -- has, on the DVD "extras," a fine and supremely well edited Q&A with the director which is one of the best filmmaker interviews I've so far seen. In it, Salvadori speaks of how the movie came about, why it is so intentionally different from his other films and how Ms Deneuve proved instrumental in helping it along. (The icon is known for her generosity to French filmmakers and her willingness to take a chance on their projects.) He also tells us why his second most recent movie, Beautiful Lies, made its debut amidst the worst possible circumstances. (This may account for why we've never seen the film on this side of the pond,)

If you, too, are Pierre Salvadori fan, In the Courtyard, will be a don't-miss in terms of understanding the artist's complete oeuvre. While it might not be an appropriate place for PS newcomers to begin, stick the film on your "watch-it-later" list. As for me, I am now wondering just where -- and why -- this talented filmmaker will venture next.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

THE PARANOIDS opens, Daniel Hendler scores in Gabriel Mendina's film



You wouldn't think that any movie about a character who's a major depressive would involve you so thoroughly for all of its 100-minute running time. But then you haven't seen Gabriel Medina's unusual Argentine film THE PARANOIDS, opening this Friday in New York City's Cinema Village for a limited theatrical release.



Medina (shown at left) has wisely chosen the popular Argentine star Daniel Hendler, shown below, left (of The Bottom of the Sea, Queens, and the "family"  trilogy of Daniel Burman),  to play the depressed one, Luciano, who thankfully has not quite reached a level of complete paranoia.  The film's title refers to a very popular TV show in Spain, the creator of which is a childhood friend of Luciano who has taken Luciano's name and character for use in his show.  When that friend, Manny (below, center) -- with his gorgeous girlfriend (below, right) in tow -- shows up at Luciano's door, a chain of events ensues that might either send Luciano into a complete tailspin or maybe goose him out of that depressed state.  In any case, some sort of face-off -- again, see below -- seems inevitable.


Mr. Hendler is one fine actor, but I don't think I've ever seen him as good as he is here -- capturing the moment-to-moment behavior of a character like this with great skill.  He's funny, unruly, annoying, sad and often helpless.  But he is always real and loads of fun to watch.  It doesn't hurt that the guy is very good-looking, too (that's him again, below). Were the Luciano and Manny roles switched around, which might indeed be closer to the world as it is, I can't vouch for how easily the other actor might capture and hold our interest.  Movie stars are movie stars for a reason.)


As co-writer (with Nicolas Gueilburt) and director, Señor Medina certainly knows his way around a camera (his cinematographer is the very fine Lucio Bonelli, who shot Liverpool and Music on Hold), as well as understanding the use of pacing, space and color.  His film is a constant pleasure to view.  He gets good work from all his actors, as well: Supporting Hendler is the beautiful and slightly elusive actress Jazmín Stuart, with Walter Jakob as the undoubtedly smart but also pompous and facile Manny and Martín Feldman as Luciano's somewhat clunky but very sweet co-worker and friend.  Medina has a nice touch, too, regarding how and when to use fantasy (see below).


One of those "small" movies that inevitably get lost in the big-city theatrical shuffle, The Paranoids deserves a lot more. See it, if you can, on the big screen when it opens January 22 in New York City at least in that one theater.  The increasingly important distributor Oscilloscope Laboratories is releasing the film here in the U.S. (which generally means that a DVD is in the works).  We owe this fine company a shout-out of thanks.