Film review

  • Pin Cushion

    Deborah Haywood (2017)

    Lyn (Joanna Scanlan) and her teenage daughter Iona (Lily Newmark) arrive in a small Midlands town.  The pair have a warm, close relationship – laughing and dancing together in the living room, sharing a bed, affectionately calling each other Dafty One and Dafty Two.  We don’t know where they were before or why they and their budgie Joey, very much one of the family, have moved home but Lyn’s determinedly upbeat attitude immediately implies that her expectations of a new, happy life are wishful thinking.  Iona, though she smiles back at her mother’s optimism, has an air of apprehension.  Lyn has a pretty face, a weight problem and a hump on her back.   Her wardrobe is multi-coloured and eccentric.   In her outdoor clothes, including a furry hat in the shape of a cat’s head, she’s a cross between bag lady and court jester.  The orthopaedic shoe on her right foot is more conspicuous by being one of a pair of bright yellow heels, which she combines with darker stockings.  Slender Iona, with her googly eyes, thick lips, Pre-Raphaelite russet hair colouring and pale complexion, could be described as beautiful but not conventionally so.  The first definite sign of what lies in store for the main characters in writer-director Deborah Haywood’s debut feature Pin Cushion comes as mother and daughter walk home from a shopping trip.  Two teenage boys laugh at Lyn (‘”The bells, the bells! … hey, imagine if your mum looked like that!’) and throw something at her.  She’s quietly ashamed and upset by the incident.  Iona, once they’re indoors, makes a cup of tea to make her mother feel better.

    In spite of their closeness, Lyn and Iona are soon concealing from each other how they’re spending their time.  Iona pretends she’s made friends at her new school with three girls – Keeley (Sacha Cordy-Nice), Stacie (Saskia Paige Martin) and Chelsea (Bethany Antonia) – who actually, and threateningly, make fun of her appearance and sexual innocence.  Lyn gives her daughter a positive spin on her repeatedly futile attempts to socialise.  A neighbour, Belinda (Chanel Cresswell), calls, in need of a stepladder.  Even though she’s actually using it at the time to decorate, the awkward, self-conscious and anxious-to-please Lyn lends her ladder to Belinda, who takes it without a smile or word of thanks.  ‘I think we’ve made a friend there,’ Lyn tells Joey.   Iona also has a less unhappy secret to keep from her mother.  A boy called Daz (Loris Scarpa) takes a shine to her; they sometimes meet in the evening, when Iona tells Lyn she’s seeing the girls who torment her during the day.  Daz brings into focus another kind of concealment in the story.  Iona is soon ashamed to admit that Lyn is her mother.  One night, Lyn sees Iona and Daz kissing in a bus shelter and shouts her daughter’s name.  Iona hurries off without answering Daz’s question, ‘Who’s that woman?’

    Pin Cushion has a strong subject and certainly holds your interest but the writer-director was more interested in creating a distinctive surface than a well worked out screenplay.  The plot has a destination:  Deborah Haywood isn’t bothered about things that don’t make sense in the process of reaching it.  She and her designers must have had a lot of fun dressing Joanna Scanlan and the set of Lyn and Iona’s house, crammed with kitsch ornaments and busily patterned wallpaper.  Even the look of Lyn’s baking efforts – shocking pink cup cakes, etc – is super-twee.  The stylised design and naturalistic acting, some of it very good, don’t mesh.  The script is a succession of incidents and one-liners that deliver instant impact but are rarely credible or followed through.

    On the evening that Lyn pretends to have a date, and which she spends sitting alone on a bench in the street, Iona, desperate to be accepted by them, has Keeley, Stacie and Chelsea round to the house.  They bring two uninvited boys along.  The budgie is let out of his cage; ornaments get broken; Joey alights on a chair and is crushed to death when the fat gatecrasher sits on him; the kids get drunk; Keeley starts a guess-or-strip game that ends with Iona losing nearly all her clothes.  This is a pivotal scene in the story but Haywood is highly selective as to what’s important in it.  Unbeknown to Iona, Keeley and Stacie took photographs of her undressed and send them to other kids and to Iona’s mother.  In contrast, Lyn’s reaction to the crime scene she returns to after her night on the bench is understated, until it’s played for grotesque comedy.  She sheds a tear over Joey but Haywood gives more attention to Lyn’s elaborate memorial to the budgie (‘A dearly loved son and brother’) and subsequent visit to a performance by a skanky, leather-trousered psychic, who assures his audience, ‘There is no death, only transformation’.  This scene would be stronger if it didn’t occur in the aftermath of Joey’s demise – that is, if trying to communicate with the next world came across as the logical consequence of Lyn’s failure to make contact with people in this one.

    The film is shot through with striking detail that, on quick reflection, doesn’t ring true – a phrase that naturally brings to mind one of the first such examples:  do twenty-first century kids still jeer at a hunchback with the old Quasimodo line?  Iona has a fantasy, and lies to the girls at school, that her mother is an airline stewardess – a weirdly antiquated idea of glamour.  Daz is a larger problem.  Haywood introduces him to illustrate that Iona, unlike Lyn, has the possibility of access to a normal life and as a potential source of tension between mother and daughter but Daz then becomes an encumbrance to the story.  Haywood wants to define Iona as on the receiving end of bullying and as primarily concerned to fit in at school.  She virtually ignores the difference that having a good-looking boyfriend might make to Iona’s attitude towards Keeley et al.  She has to have Iona stop seeing Daz for the sake of getting in with the ‘mean girls’, with inevitably unhappy results (including Daz’s short-lived fling with Keeley).

    Even more important, Haywood’s concentration on Iona and Lyn as victims results in her skimping on the other important theme of the story:  the daughter’s need to escape a mother who’s loving but, with Iona her only friend, suffocating too.  Iona’s rejection of the reality of Lyn finds expression not only in the airhostess make-believe but also in a voiceover fantasy that ‘I was abandoned as a baby and this old hunchbacked lady found me in the forest.  She loved me and raised me and then one day she walked me to the edge of the forest and set me free’.  Yet the emotional bond between them is strong and Iona’s campaign for acceptance at school cuts her off from Lyn more conveniently than credibly.  In dramatic term, Haywood skates over the possibility that Iona, whether or not she was bullied, would have to put some distance between herself and an infantilising mother.

    After the photos go public, ‘IONA IS A SLAG’ gets painted on the wall behind the bus shelter where she and Daz once kissed.  (In Deborah Haywood’s home town of Swadlincote in Derbyshire, a ‘pin cushion’ means someone promiscuous – ‘a girl that takes more pricks than a pin cushion’.)   The film interestingly distinguishes the ill-treatment of misfits by a teenage group compared with an older one.   While Keeley and Stacie are actively nasty to Iona, Lyn is an embarrassment whom adults prefer to ignore.  One of the film’s most powerful moments comes when Lyn enters a gathering of local women and seeks their help.  She shockingly describes how, in her younger days, she realised that getting raped was the only way she’d be able to have a child and not be alone.  These other women are literally a knitting circle, wearing badges that identify them as ‘friends’, which is what Lyn tells them she needs.  One of the women, Anne (Isy Suttie), suggests that ‘a support group’ would suit Lyn better than ‘a friendship group’.  Even so, Anne, who’s doing a psychology course, invites her to an assertiveness session, which she thinks may help.  Lyn goes along to the session, only to discover the same collection of knitters there.  They include the implacably unfriendly Belinda, still in possession of the stepladder, in spite of Lyn’s several polite enquiries.  Lyn fails miserably in a role-play session with Belinda, where they enact the real-life bone of contention between them.  Anne calls on Lyn after the assertiveness session to inform her that the group has decided she doesn’t fit in and shouldn’t come back.  Although this satirical episode works reasonably well, there are things in it that don’t.  The tricoteuses sound a good idea but knitting is too domestically modest for the women Haywood is targeting, whether the pretentious, hollow do-gooder Anne or the blatantly vicious Belinda, herself a misfit in this insincerely friendly company.

    Haywood is well aware of the shadow of Carrie.  When Iona goes uninvited to a party at Daz’s house and knocks the vile Keeley to the ground, the worm seems about to turn on her oppressors (albeit without the help of telekinetic powers).  That’s as far as Iona goes but in this set-up there’s more than one despised heroine to take revenge.  Her dependence on Iona may make her daughter’s home life as claustrophobic as Carrie’s religious-maniac mother made her daughter’s but Lyn is so horribly wronged that you want her, even more than Iona, to fight back.  Lyn eventually retrieves her stepladder by force.  She lures Keeley and Stacie to her house on the pretext of wanting to reward them for being such good friends to Iona.  She calls them upstairs, awaiting them there with her head in a noose put up with the help of the stepladder, her feet encased in severe black shoes rather than the sunshine-yellow high heels.  Lyn’s last words before she hangs herself are, ‘You won’t forget this in a long time’.  That doesn’t seem an entirely safe bet.  It’s hard to forget the scene where Keeley, mucking about in a history lesson at school, is asked by the teacher what the Holocaust means and replies, ‘Is it a ride at Alton Towers?’ – another snappy but, for the writer-director, inconsequential line.

    In conversation with the BFI’s Anna Bogutskaya, Deborah Haywood describes why she wanted Joanna Scanlan to play Lyn:

    ‘I watched her do an interview … and it was the way she was listening to the person who was interviewing her, she had this kind of unpredictability behind the eyes.  I thought she was either going to go mad on that person and give them a bollocking or answer them really passionately and thoughtfully.  I couldn’t tell which way it would go, and that really excited me.’

    This describes well Scanlan’s distinctive screen presence and Haywood’s enthusiasm for working with her is understandable.  Lily Newmark is nuanced and expressive, and partners Scanlan well, but it’s the latter’s portrait of Lyn, her sustained wit and empathy with the role she’s playing, that dominates.  The integrity of her acting also has the effect, though, of emphasising Haywood’s preoccupation with making her authorial mark at the expense of her subject matter.  She’s after a fantastic, macabre fairytale quality; she gets it, with the help of Natalie Holt’s plaintive, eerie music, the ingenious colour schemes and DP Nicola Daley’s lighting.  Yet Joanna Scanlan’s painful humanity exposes as decorative what Guy Lodge in Variety calls the film’s ‘heightened, macramé-and-macaroons aesthetic’.

    No doubt budget constraints forced Haywood to restrict the number of Iona’s antagonists.  Most of her school contemporaries are remarkable not for their pack mentality but for their silent neutrality – they’re extras.   The force of the bullying theme is weakened too by the crudely shallow playing of the wicked queen Keeley and her acolyte Stacie, and the initial trio of ‘mean girls’ turns out to be only this duo.  From the start, the beautiful, soft-featured Chelsea looks incongruous beside the other two; she takes her leave before things get too nasty on the night the others cause mayhem chez Lyn and Iona.  We’re probably meant to assume that, as the lone black girl in the class, Chelsea, like Iona, was forced to ingratiate herself with Keeley and Stacie in order to protect herself.  After Lyn’s suicide, her daughter goes to live with Chelsea and her mother, and this doesn’t appear to be a new kind of imagining on Iona’s part.  The movie’s closing image is more ambiguous in this respect.  The ‘people’s psychic’ tells Lyn, who’s sitting (improbably) in the front row of his audience, that he knows she’s been through a lot and that he can see a fluffy white cat sitting on her lap.  There’s a feline-fantasy leitmotif – from Lyn’s headgear, through a scene in which she and Iona look at kittens through a pet shop window, to Lyn’s pretending first to own a cat then to be one:  Iona comes home to find her mother lapping cream from a saucer.  The last shot of Iona shows her in bed with a big white cat beside her.  Is it real or a jokey supernatural manifestation of her mother?

    As I watched Pin Cushion, I thought:  there’s no denying it’s striking but I hope the director doesn’t think she’s made a serious contribution to exposing a major social problem.  Some hope.  After the film was over and I’d jotted down a few thoughts, I read the BFI programme note, in which Haywood tells Anna Bogutskaya:

    ‘I think that’s … why people are responding to the film, because it is so true, it’s still happening.  It’s not like I’m picking a subject and making it up, it’s from real experiences and people recognise those experiences.’

    I think this is having it both ways.

    17 July 2018

  • First Reformed

    Paul Schrader (2017)

    Long ago, films about priests who were unequivocal heroes were mainstream Hollywood fare and occasional Oscar winners.  Boys Town (1938) and Going My Way (1944) are the two examples that immediately come to mind.  Now, of course, it’s virtually impossible to make a movie with a professional man of God at its centre unless he’s tortured by religious doubt, traumatised by his past and so on.  John Michael McDonagh’s Calvary (2014) had the nifty idea of attaching the central character’s torments to a whodunit – more precisely, a who’ll-do-it – plot.  Paul Schrader’s First Reformed is, in more ways than one, something else.  An absorbing character study and a self-sufficient drama, it also draws on or references several illustrious priest-story antecedents in cinema and literature, and, in effect, places itself in relation to them.  The film invokes too the work for which Schrader, in spite of his lengthy career, is perhaps still best known:  the screenplay of Taxi Driver (1976).  The connection of the moral crusades of Travis Bickle and this new film’s protagonist, the Reverend Ernst Toller, is a main reason why First Reformed becomes problematic.

    Toller (Ethan Hawke) is the pastor of the (Dutch) First Reformed Church in Snowbridge, New York State.  The church, about to celebrate the two-hundred-and-fiftieth anniversary of its original consecration, now operates under the aegis of Abundant Life, a thriving megachurch in the neighbourhood.  Toller’s church is of largely historical interest and described by Abundant Life’s head Pastor Jeffers (Cedric Kyles) as ‘a tourist church nobody goes to’.  Toller himself refers to it as ‘the souvenir shop’.  His usual congregation is in single figures.  Two of those present at the film’s opening service are a young married couple.  Afterwards, the wife Mary (Amanda Seyfried) asks Toller if he’ll talk with her husband Michael (Philip Ettinger):  she’s worried about Michael’s state of mind.  The handful of worshippers, the young wife’s urgent request and early indications, through Toller’s voiceover, that the priest is struggling to hold on to his faith and oppressed by the silence of God combine to evoke Ingmar Bergman’s Winter Light (1963).  As Schrader’s story develops, so does Toller’s kinship with the ailing curé in Diary of a Country Priest (1951), Robert Bresson’s adaptation of the Georges Bernanos novel.  As a ‘whisky priest’, Toller also calls to mind the nameless protagonist of Graham Greene’s The Power and the Glory[1].

    Ernst Toller is a diarist, like Travis Bickle and Bernanos’s priest (although the latter’s ‘diary’ is actually a looser first-person narrative than a series of dated entries).  Toller is quite clear, from the outset, that he will keep the journal for one year only, before destroying it.  A diary may seem an old-fashioned storytelling mechanism and an easy short cut to the expression of the priest’s inner thoughts and feelings.  One effect of watching First Reformed is certainly to increase appreciation of Bergman’s and his lead actor Gunnar Björnstrand’s achievement in conveying so much about Pastor Ericsson in Winter Light without recourse to explanatory voiceover.  Schrader’s device works well, even so.  It situates Toller in a kind of confessional tradition, of which he’s conscious.  A great admirer of Thomas Merton, he knows that many questioning, doubt-wracked Christians before him have experienced a dark night of the soul.

    Schrader’s minister’s tragic personal backstory is specifically twenty-first century.  He used to be a military chaplain, as his father and grandfather were.  Ernst Toller is the last of the line:  his only son was killed in Iraq, after being encouraged by his father to join the armed forces.  Toller’s marriage ended in the aftermath of his son’s death, for which he continues to feel guilty.  The malaise affecting the young man whose wife seeks Toller’s help has also been modernised from the equivalent crisis in Winter Light.   Bergman’s fisherman Jonas Persson is oppressed by fears of nuclear war.   Schrader’s Michael is an environmental activist, convinced that damage to the planet through climate change is now beyond repair.  Mary (like her Bergman counterpart) is pregnant; Michael can’t accept the responsibility of bringing a new life into a world bound to disintegrate in the foreseeable future.   One element of the source materials that requires no updating is the nature of the main character’s physical illness.  The young priest in Bresson’s film has stomach cancer.  Toller, after repeatedly delaying a visit to the doctor, undergoes a series of medical tests that look set to confirm a similar diagnosis.

    Schrader presents what is, to an outsider at least, a plausible picture of present-day Christian organisation in North America.  Toller’s roles extend well beyond preaching to a diminishing flock.  Running a museum is a significant part of his job:  he shows tourists round the church (and puts up with their organ jokes); he talks to groups of local schoolkids, a more pleasurable experience.  Although there’s a verger of sorts (Bill Hoag), it seems to fall to Toller to keep the graveyard tidy and unblock the toilet in the men’s rest room.  In contrast, over at the megachurch, Pastor Jeffers appropriately wears a business suit rather than clerical garb.  The confidently evangelical Abundant Life is altogether a big deal[2].  Its operation benefits considerably from the financial support of an industrialist member of its congregation, Edward Balq (Michael Gaston), chief executive of a big chemicals company.   The forthcoming commemoration of First Reformed’s sestercentennial, to be simulcast, will be attended by local dignitaries including the mayor, the state governor and Balq, as well as Jeffers and a busload of Abundant Life regulars.  The event presents, most unusually, a space planning challenge at Toller’s church.

    Mary’s husband follows the example of Jonas Persson by shooting himself soon after the priest has counselled him but eco-activist Michael’s impact on subsequent events is more dramatic than Jonas’s – and the route into Taxi Driver territory.  The day before Michael’s suicide, Mary discovers in their garage a suicide vest and seeks Toller’s help and advice.   He agrees to counsel Michael again and to dispose quietly of the vest, without informing the police.  Michael commits a different form of suicide before Toller has the chance to talk further with him.  You immediately wonder how exactly Toller will get rid of the bomber kit and this doesn’t happen.  He also volunteers to help Mary out by clearing Michael’s laptop of any questionable material; in doing so, the priest becomes more persuaded of the urgent rightness of the dead man’s cause.  In accordance with Michael’s written wishes, Toller conducts his funeral service at a toxic waste dump and supervises the scattering of his ashes there.  Footage of the service on YouTube comes to the attention of Balq, who makes his displeasure known to Jeffers and Toller.  The latter fights his corner.  He can’t accept Balq’s argument that climate change issues are ‘complicated’; for Toller, preserving the earth is a straightforward matter of Christian stewardship.  He puts up outside his church a sign ‘Can God forgive us?’ (subtext:  ‘for wrecking the planet’).  Balq seeks assurance that Toller won’t say anything ‘political’ at the big commemoration service.  Toller gives this assurance but only because he intends to let actions speak louder than words at the occasion, wearing Michael’s suicide vest.

    Paul Schrader, born in 1946 in Grand Rapids, Michigan, received a Calvinist upbringing so strict that he didn’t see a movie until he was seventeen (and then did so without his parents’ knowledge).  His abiding obsessions with religion and pathology produce some startling juxtapositions in First Reformed.  The first indication of Toller’s illness comes in a shot of his bloody urine in the toilet bowl.  Schrader then cuts to choir practice at Abundant Life, with a chorus of ‘Are you washed in the blood of the lamb?’  As he tries on the suicide vest for size, Toller’s voiceover reads Ephesians 6:11, ‘Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil’.   At another point, Toller reads:

    ‘And the nations were angry, and thy wrath is come, and the time of the dead, that they should be judged, and that thou shouldest give reward unto thy servants the prophets, and to the saints, and them that fear thy name, small and great; and shouldest destroy them which destroy the earth.’

    That’s from the Book of Revelation (11:18), which reinforces the apocalyptic atmosphere.

    A priest with a military background becoming a radicalised Christian holy warrior is a potent dramatic idea.  Ernst Toller, in one respect, is a more plausible avenging angel than Travis Bickle.  With his Mohawk hairstyle, sinister dark glasses and combat jacket, Robert De Niro’s Travis is a compelling image but so conspicuous that not apprehending him comes across in Taxi Driver less as a failure of the political candidate’s security men than of the film itself.   No one, however, would suspect what Ethan Hawke’s Toller is wearing beneath his cassock.  Another and more fundamental difference between Travis and Toller works to the disadvantage of First Reformed.  While both are greatly troubled souls, Travis is socially isolated and mentally unstable.  Toller, for all his anguish about his faith, his health and the state of the planet, always seems sane and self-aware, even in his cups.  How would this highly intelligent, self-questioning man not wrestle with his conscience over causing the death of people (who, unlike Edward Balq, might well be personally conscientious about the environment)?   The plot’s increasing improbability prevents the latterday Travis Bickle aspect of the story from coming fully to life – gives it an academic, compare-and-contrast quality.

    Toller has two important relationships with women, one of which is based very clearly on Winter Light.  Esther (Victoria Hill), who’s in charge of the choir at Abundant Life, is devoted to Toller.  It seems they had a very transitory physical relationship, which Toller wishes they hadn’t had.  Esther is still determined to have as much social contact with him as possible and is very concerned about his physical health.  He is as alienated by Esther’s emotional neediness as Pastor Ericsson was by the schoolteacher Märta’s in Winter Light.  At quite an early point in the extended, gruelling conversation between them, Märta says tearfully to Ericsson, ‘You sound as if you hated me’.   Schrader picks this up in the exchange between Toller and Esther in which he tells her, ‘I hate you for what you bring out of me’[3].  This frank brutality, obviously inspired by Bergman, doesn’t quite ring true of Toller, a more carefully sensitive, less selfishly saturnine individual than Ericsson.  But Victoria Hill is more naturally believable as Esther than Ingrid Thulin, in spite of her brilliant acting, is as Märta.

    The second relationship is more or less original, and crucial, to First Reformed.  Ericsson does no more than pay a call on Jonas Persson’s widow (of course, the timeframe of Winter Light is relatively very compressed – the few hours between noon and evening services on the same Sunday).   The growing mutual attraction between Toller and Mary is well done, perceptible but never telegraphed.  It moves, in every sense, to a new level, when Mary, suffering a panic attack, comes to see Toller.  She tells him that, when this happened while Michael was alive, they would smoke a joint and lie on top of each other, synchronising their breathing:  they called it the ‘Magical Mystery Tour’.  Toller asks if she’d like him to assist in the same therapy.  He realises, as soon as the question is out of his mouth, that he’s jumped the gun and given himself away but Mary, although initially surprised, takes up the offer.  Toller lies on his back and Mary on top of him.  They start to breathe together; then their bodies levitate.  Even if it wasn’t supernatural, this moment would be striking in a film whose camera movement is, for the most part, so limited – a visual affirmation of Toller’s lack of room for manoeuvre and Schrader’s uncompromising determination to grip the viewer.   It says a lot for the accumulating intensity of the narrative that the levitation, while it’s happening, doesn’t seem excessive or silly.  Unfortunately, Toller’s itinerary on the Magical Mystery Tour that follows is predictable and anti-climactic.   His mind is transported to starry skies, oceans and mountains, which then give way to images of industrial waste.

    This sequence is some sort of preparation for the film’s closing, differently transcendent scene.  Mary decides to stay with her sister in Canada in the last stages of her pregnancy but is keen to return to Snowbridge for the commemorative service.  Toller, knowing what he plans to do there, tells her to stay away.  She comes nevertheless.  He catches sight of her through a window as he’s completing his terrorist preparations, which he then feels compelled to abandon.  Instead, he decides to sacrifice himself.  He replaces the suicide vest with barbed wire that he winds round his bare flesh.  The drain cleaner he used to unblock the rest room toilet he now prepares to drink.  This speedy improvisation on Toller’s part suggests a modern Christ figure more single-minded than the original.  Pastor Jeffers was right when, in exasperation, he earlier complained to Toller, ‘you’re always in the garden’ – Gethsemane, not Eden.  ‘For you’, says Jeffers, ‘every hour is the darkest hour’.  Whereas Jesus asked his heavenly father ‘to let this cup pass from me’, Toller is ready to down the drain cleaner without hesitation.  Until Mary enters.

    Back in the church, Esther is singing a solo of ‘Leaning (On the Everlasting Arms)’ – a solo much extended, by order of Jeffers, thanks to Toller’s failure to appear for the service.    Paul Schrader’s sustained evocation of cinema’s religious obsessives and men in clerical black continues right into these closing details.  The barbed wire brings to mind the self-mutilation in John Huston’s Wise Blood (1979) of Hazel Motes, apostle of ‘the Church of Truth Without Christ’.   The persistence of ‘Leaning’ on the soundtrack inevitably echoes Robert Mitchum’s false preacher in Charles Laughton’s The Night of the Hunter (1955).  In other respects, though, the final, extended embrace between Mary and Toller seems disappointingly banal.  I don’t understand what Schrader means to say here.  I doubt it’s as simple as that true-salvation-is-the-love-between-two-human-beings.  In spite of the distinctive build-up – a mixture of severity and luridness – this is how the ending of First Reformed comes across.

    Ethan Hawke inhabits his character with a pleasantly surprising lack of strain and adroitly differentiates Toller’s manner according to whom he’s speaking to.  He builds the scene in which the minister counsels Michael especially well, from nervous, affable sociability as he accepts and drinks a mug of tea to growing intellectual excitement in the debate that develops.  The dialogue here is extremely well written – realistically credible and structured to enable the two actors to illustrate the effect on each other their words are having.  (Toller, although borne along on his increasing articulacy, is more concernedly anxious to help Michael than the coldly frank Pastor Ericsson was to reassure Jonas Persson in Winter Light.   Though Michael, who’s ‘spiritual’ but not a believer as Mary is, is less susceptible than Persson might have been to religious reassurance.)  Participating in a discussion group for teenagers and young adults at Abundant Life, Toller is asked to respond to a girl who can’t understand why her father, a diligently practising Christian, has lost his job.  Hawke conveys very well Toller’s awareness that the girl doesn’t want to be told a virtuous life is no passport to prosperity and his moral compulsion to tell her this anyway.   (His advice causes outrage elsewhere in the group.)   It’s nice to see an actor in an existential crisis role give nuanced attention to dramatically lower-key moments as well as to the in extremis highlights, which Ethan Hawke plays powerfully.   Millions more people are going to see Amanda Seyfried in Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again than will see her in First Reformed; it’s good to be reminded from her portrait of Mary that Seyfried is a very capable actress.  Cedric Kyles is strong as Pastor Jeffers and Schrader’s writing of this role is far from crude.  He implies that Jeffers does have a real faith albeit one that aligns reliably with professional self-interest.

    First Reformed is being hailed by many critics as the finest achievement of Paul Schrader’s career.   It’s unarguably a kind of summation of his continuing preoccupations as a film-maker and a considerable addition to the cinematic tradition of turbulent priest dramas.  It’s impressive to look at:  Alexander Dynan’s photography infuses many of the scenes with an austerely beautiful (and entirely apt) wintry light.  Various music, including the rumbling original score by Lustmord (aka Brian Williams), is put to uniformly effective use.  Yet its flaws are too major for First Reformed to be fully successful.  The Travis Bickle reworking isn’t persuasive.  Although Schrader prepares the ground by making Toller ambivalent from the start about keeping a diary, his abandonment of it coincides too conveniently with the writer-director’s need to ignore the priest’s thoughts about the implications of his eco-terrorism.  Schrader minimises Mary’s and Toller’s reactions to their Magical-Mystery-Tour intimacy to maximise the impact of their final coming together but that scene, when it arrives and they feel the comfort of each other’s everlasting arms, functions as an eye-catching escape route out of the movie.

    To commend a film as ‘brave’ often means very little (The Happy Prince and Rupert Everett’s performance in it have recently been so described) but it’s fair enough in this case.  Schrader’s picture is commercially daring, at any rate.  Granted I saw it on a hot Friday afternoon but the turnout at Curzon Richmond was even smaller than for Ernst Toller’s services.   First Reformed isn’t in the class of Diary of a Country Priest, Winter Light or Taxi Driver but that’s hardly a disgrace.  It’s still a good film, thanks to its seriousness of purpose, and the calibre of much of the acting and writing.  It’s a grim film too, yet a pleasure to watch because Paul Schrader shows such valiant, imaginative intelligence in struggling, like his protagonist, with intractable issues.

    13 July 2018

    [1] John Ford’s The Fugitive (1947) is loosely based on Greene’s novel.  The Power and the Glory was also adapted for television in the US, in a 1959 production starring Laurence Olivier.

    [2] According to Wikipedia, the definition of a megachurch is:  ‘a Christian church having 2,000 or more people in average weekend attendance. …The concept originated in the mid 19th century, continued into the mid 20th century as a low-key phenomenon, and expanded rapidly throughout 1980s and 1990s; it is widely seen across the world as of the early 21st century’.

    [3] Or words to that effect – I may not have remembered this verbatim.

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