Monday, July 12, 2010
Framed in deceptively epic terms while actually focusing on a slender file of characters and locations, Marinakis' film (prominently stamped with d.p. Marcus Waterloo's dreamlike visual touch) seems to take place during the sort of vaguely defined distant past of fairy tales and legends. Yet it takes pains to note the exact year: 1654, roughly the midpoint of the Ottoman Empire's long rule over the Greek peninsula.
A brief explanatory text discusses the role of Janissaries (quasi-slave soldiers, collected as children from non-Turkish-occupied territories) in the period, then immediately introduces us to one (Christos Passalis, "Dogtooth") as he collapses, wounded, in front of a remote Greek cloister. As a man, and a Turkish soldier, the Janissary is regarded essentially as a wild animal by the nuns, who have him shackled as they nurse him back to health.
The nuns are both curious and repelled by the interloper, none more so than Anthi (Sofia Georgovassili), a taciturn young nun soon revealed (in the most direct possible way) to actually be a man.
First-time thesp Georgovassili gives a remarkably restrained lead performance here, believably suggesting how a boy brought up entirely in the company of nuns might behave. While there's something odd about her quiveringly high-pitched voice and wispy yet curiously weighted carriage, her femininity never feels feigned or contrived so much as imperfectly adopted. Most interestingly, it's unclear that Anthi actually recognizes the exact nature of her difference, and her increasingly frequent visits to the captive Janissary are imbued with both sexual tension and a sense of self-discovery.
The Janissary begins to notice her as well, entreating her to release him as other convent controversies begin to slowly simmer. The film takes its time through this stretch, lingering on long chasms of silence and venturing from the elliptical to the shockingly direct with an insouciance that mostly keeps things from turning overly dour. A few nicely composed shots cast the nuns' comings and goings from a curious anthropological distance, and one gradually begins to feel acclimated to the pace of life in the cloister.
Eventually, Anthi and the Janissary escape into the surrounding mist-shrouded wilderness, and the film takes a somewhat unsuccessful turn for the romantically surreal. This third act is noticeably missing the intrigue and tension of the earlier acts, and though it is controlled in its execution and logical in its buildup, it nonetheless can't help but feel a bit unhinged and unsatisfying compared to the quiet storm that preceded it.
Film is undeniably handsome and delicately crafted, and only occasionally encased in period-picture gloss. And while far from perfect, the film bears almost none of the telltale uncertainties of a learning-on-the-job debutant helmer; Marinakis is sure and confident with the camera.
Camera (color), Marcus Waterloo; editor, Yiannis Halkiadakis; music, Dimitris Maramis; production designer, George Georgiou; costume designer, Georgiou; sound (Dolby), Panos Tzelekis. Reviewed at Los Angeles Greek Film Festival, June 11, 2010. (Also in Karlovy Vary Film Festival -- noncompeting.) Running time: 106 MIN.
A Highway Prods. production, in association with Greek Film Center, Lamisalia, Nova, 2/35. Produced by George Lykiardopoulos. Executive producer, Nikos Nikolettos. Directed, written by Vardis Marinakis.
With: Sofia Georgovassili, Christos Passalis, Despoina Bebedeli, Maria Panourgia, Despoina Kourti, Evangelia Andreadaki, Hakan Boyav.