Tom Courtenay & Charlotte Rampling |
In my blog on The
Man from UNCLE a few weeks ago I took exception to Guy Ritchie’s hyper-active
directorial style. He never lets you forget he’s there, he’s always doing
something to remind you that he’s in charge. That’s a bad thing. Andrew Haigh,
writer and director of 45 Years, is
the very opposite. There are times when you would never know that he’s there
but that is not necessarily a good thing.
Geoff and Kate, played by Tom Courtenay and
Charlotte Rampling, are about to celebrate their 45th wedding
anniversary with a bit of a do. Geoff and Kate have no children but they have a
wide circle of friends and, even though they are not the partying type, the
event is being marked by a big celebration.
Five days before the party, in a plot twist that
would be hilarious if everyone didn’t take it so seriously, Geoff gets a letter
to say the body of his late German former girlfriend has been recovered. She
fell down an Alpine crevasse 45 years earlier and has been frozen in the ice
ever since; now, presumably thanks to climate change, she has put in an
appearance again.
Geoff had told Kate about his previous lover, he
thinks, but evidently he didn’t tell her everything. In the days leading up to
the party Kate is riven by doubt both about the extent of Geoff’s previous
relationship and the validity of their own relationship. Does he love her? Did
he ever? Is he telling her the whole truth?
The answer to this last question would appear to be
no after she roots around in the attic and discovers some slides of the dead
woman. Matters appear to be building to a climax at the party, and then they
don’t. The film doesn’t end so much as lurch to a halt.
To be honest 45
Years isn’t a film at all. It’s a novella masquerading as a film; it is a
story where everything happens internally and the worst place in the world to
place a camera is inside a character’s head. We are given few clues about the
nature of Kate and Geoff’s relationship prior to this week so it is impossible
to gauge just how devastating or otherwise the news should be.
This lack of filmic quality extends to the visual
aspect, not least in the choice of a dull palette of muddy greens and browns.
Apart from the heavy handed metaphor of a plot device frozen in time – just
like Geoff, geddit? - Andrew Haigh breaks his film up with endless medium-long
shots of the Norfolk broads which are not only visually uninteresting but
narratively useless. You could of course argue that the flat, unchanging
landscape is another of his heavy-handed metaphors but I am choosing not to go
there.
I read an interview with Haigh in which he said he
preferred not to rehearse with his actors too much and directed with a light
touch. The result is a succession of long takes in which Courtenay and Rampling
pretty much appear to direct themselves; this is the very opposite of what
Ritchie does. This is just stuff happening in front of a camera and being
captured for the screen. There is no attempt to vary the pace or create a
dramatic arc for any of the characters. They seem like two characters in
different movies.
The performances are fine, how could they not be
with these two? However there are actors who are very good at letting the audience
see them think – Kevin Spacey leaps to mind – but neither Courtenay nor
Rampling do this. Consequently there is no emotional heart to this film. It is
the job of the director to find the emotional core of the story, protect it,
and communicate it to the audience. Haigh, in my opinion, has singularly failed
to do that.
He can argue he is going for naturalism, maybe in
the style of Ozu, Bergman, or Mike Leigh who are no strangers to long
unchanging scenes. They however have layered their scenes with emotion and
depth of characterisation which is absent here and without that I really didn’t
care about either Geoff or Kate.
I’m not arguing for helicopter chases or fight scenes
but there is no drama here, or at least none that the audience can share. And
with no drama there is just, as I say, stuff happening in front of a camera.
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