Almayer’s Folly
Directed By:
Chantal Akerman
Written By:
Akerman, based on the novel by Joseph Conrad
Starring:
Stanislas Merhar, Aurora Marion, Mar Barbe, Zac Andrianasolo, Sakhna Oum, and Solida
Chan.
Director of Photography: Raymond Fromont, Editor: Claire
Atheron
The key moment in Almayer’s Folly is one of luminescent beauty, though oddly without any emotion. Set in the Cambodian jungle, our protagonist Almayer watches as a boat, lavished in bright colors floats across a black river toward his dock. Writer and director Chantal Akerman immediately distances this moment from any tension by revealing in a third person voice over the reason for their visit, as well as the outcome, none of which we see. Akerman thus allows the camera to view the moment in its tranquility.
Since
her debut feature Jeanne Dielman
became the most widely cited and critically acclaimed film by a female director
ever made, Akerman has often dipped into very different works, often changing and
revising style over the years. But she has always been a formalist filmmaker
with an assured vision, which comes across in the intellectually demanding Almayer’s Folly, a new work loosely
based on the Joseph Conrad novel exploring post-colonial tensions in Southeast
Asia. It’s an allegorical story between a father and a daughter and between
whiteness and blackness, one that slowly and rigorously examines a world in
which the physical borders between both spaces and individuals are still quite
intact.
Beginning
at the end of the narrative and working her way backwards, Almayer’s Folly tells the story of Almayer and his daughter Nina
(only a minor character in the Conrad novel, now almost the protagonist). The
family lives up away from the large cityscapes of Cambodia (the film is set in
the present), along the jungle, where Almayer attempts to control the landscape
he has made his home, though also his prison. In one scene, Almayer rips out
the jungle as it grows into his house, attempting to prevent his own feral
downfall (Stanislas Merhar’s eyes have something untamed to them).
Early in the film, Almayer’s father
visits him and forces him to send the mixed-raced Nina to a white school in the
city. We return to her years later, her white satin dress clashing with her
dark skinned body, smoking cigarettes but actively hating herself for doing so.
As Almayer has become part of but hates the jungle culture, Nina has become
part of but hates white culture. The two inevitably clash through their hatred
of themselves and each other.
Akerman’s approach to the film
though is something almost impossible to describe. It’s not the elemental
approach of Claire Denis’s White Material
(another film that explores post-colonial and post-familial relationships), as
Akerman is too exact with her framing, minimal in her cutting, and expressive
with her color palette (which have often a saturated digital look). There’s
something deathly about the entire film, from its use of the opening notes of
Wagner’s Tristan & Isolde (and
Dean Martin pop songs) to the pure blackness of the water at night. Nina
herself appears like a ghost in one frame as she glides along the water on the
front of a boat, a blueish glow to her character. Akerman constantly finds new
ways to express the rifts between these characters (though really these
cultures)—she’s a director of pictorial depth; her characters don’t move much
in her frames, though she uses space to convey their meaning.
However, I never found Akerman’s
approach affecting, so when the last third of the film approaches more emotional
territory, I understood the psychology of the various characters involved
though the fights and goodbyes meant less for me than the further consequence
of the narrative. But that is not to call Almayer’s
Folly unengaging—it’s riveting filmmaking and a film that will reward
repeated viewings, traversing its intensely intellectual portrayals of the
rifts between cultures. We often speak today about our borderless digital
culture, but Akerman suggests that these differences will always be there.
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