Saturday, 6 October 2012

Biutiful - Film Review

A trademark of Mexican director Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu’s body of work is a lingering feeling of melancholy, unresolved sadness, that while running through each story never becomes the predominant tone. In other words, on paper it may be depressing, but in practice it is something somehow more hopeful.

Case in point is his 2010 drama Biutiful, an expansive personal story following the final days of Uxbal (Javier Bardem), a Catalan single father to two children of small means, resorting to petty criminality and fixing with his brother, as well as occasional work as a psychic, in order to make ends meet. His already Spartan life is given an expiration date when he is diagnosed with untreatable prostate cancer, while the ugly side of his profession rears its head with a pair of tragedies lumbering more guilt on his shoulders. Overburdened and facing mortality, Uxbal must bring his affairs to a close and insure his family will live on beyond his passing.


Playing out more like a novel than a motion picture, Biutiful not only gives a warts and all character study for a desperate, conflicted man but also goes into literal depths with those around him. This includes rounded portrayals for his duplicitous brother Tito (Eduard Fernandez), the Chinese sweat shop owners (Taisheng Chen & Jin Luo) who Uxbal is in coercion with, an illegal immigrant couple (Cheikh Ndiyae & Diaryatou Daff) from Senegal doubling as family friends, and the protagonist’s estranged, bi-polar wife Marambra (Maricel Alvarez).

Subplots that in most films would serve as quick cut conflicts for the anti hero are here explored for what they are, unsavory slices of life aimed at the film’s focus of fractured, un-glossed humanity. While the flip side of this immersive depth and detail is a slow, contemplative pace, it also serves as a looking glass perspective on the kaleidoscope existence of one man’s life. Uxbal, while far from an admirable subject, is not judged by the film’s story but presented as is he is, objectively and intimately.


 Providing sympathy for a morally ambiguous character isn’t a cheap process by exploiting the presence of his two young children (played with aplomb by Hanaa Bouchaib & Guillermo Estrella), but rather with a refreshing honesty and, above all else, a wonderful central performance by Javier Bardem, who received his second Oscar nod for his meticulous and committed turn. Engaging and interesting, his Uxbal is totally authentic as a real man facing very real problems with all the strength and inner inspiration he can muster.

He’s backed by the uniformly superb cast, each underplayed with suitable restraint and subtlety, with the exception of the appropriately nuclear Maricel Alvarez, who’s own inner conflict is portrayed as damaging but not irredeemable. Redemption itself plays a part in the film’s subtext, but is kept there firmly by Inarritu’s close control of the narrative’s direction. This is not a heart string pulling weep fest aimed at cheap sentimentality, and delivers its emotional power through turn of event and not exploitation.

While this does mean a degree of dissonance in viewing, a barrier between audience and characters, it also respects said viewer’s intelligence and moral mileage sufficiently to let you present your own conclusions, whether they be as cold or empathetic. Similarly, certain story points are presented but not milked, such as Uxbal’s apparently legitimate ability to speak with the dead, a crux that could easily have been the film’s major focus. These are all strands, in essence, towards one modest but compelling tapestry.

It is a tapestry, in fact, which doesn’t simply dump you into the doom and gloom that would seem logical, but instead somewhat closer to a state the title misspells. Fully atoning for one’s misdeeds may not be possible, but shelving one’s pain for the happiness of those more important and averting the sins of the past really is a redemption worthy of hoping for. And, with Bardem in this kind of form, Biutiful is a tale worthy of telling, and well worthy of watching.


9/10 

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