One of the last great masterpieces of the 20th century ushers in the 21st, infusing the staid period-piece genre with a bold modernity that reconfigures Rivette’s La Belle Noiseuse in the process. Arguably Desplechin’s finest achievement; that this is not a beloved cinephilic object speaks volumes as to the debased nature of our film culture (or lack thereof). A monument.
“In most cases we attach ourselves to God in order to take revenge on life, to punish it, to signify we can do without it, that we have found something better, and we also attach ourselves to God in horror of men.”Some have expressed uncertainty over what Esther Kahn means when she suddenbly announces to herself (and God) "I will have my revenge." Emile Cioran knows. I know.The horror that Esther has located in man is banality, a lack of emotional imagination, depth of character or abstraction of thought. Her kin read as the ideal of the nuclear family - warm and encouraging, a genuine unit that emanates unconditional love. But the simplicity of this emotional response doesn't track, for Esther expressing love, fondness or any emotion feels disingenuous unless refracted through her art. Desplechin isn't tapping into a new concept here (much of the French New Wave crew cover this territory, as did the modernists), but by fusing this theoretical approach with an otherwise standard Bildungsroman, the film achieves the revelatory. That being said, much of the film's magic stems from Summer Phoenix's daring performance, itself a self-conscious poetic construction that approximates the way in which Esther interacts with her world and illustrates the necessity of detaching from realism to depict the real. Its one of the most important performances of the last few decades.But of course, my love for this movie extends beyond the theoretical. I've found few characters in cinema as relatable as Esther Kahn - the clumsy attempts to define herself against her family, the awakening of passion and spirituality through art, and the subsequent wielding of her craft and expertise to reconstruct and inure herself against the muted disappointments of the world. Breathtaking, I was awoken once more.