Berlinale 2014 Review: ALOFT Doesn't Quite Soar
One half of the film is set twenty years earlier: Nana (Connelly) lives in northern Manitoba, working part-time on a farm (where she is having an affair with her married boss) and trying to raise her two young sons, Ivan and Gully. Gully has a terminal illness; in a last-ditch effort to save him, she takes the boys to visit a healer known as the Architect. An accident caused by Ivan's pet falcon destroys the Architect's attempt to cure another boy; but it turns out it might be Nana who has the real healing power. In the present, the now married Ivan (Murphy) is a professional falconer, estranged from his mother. He is approached by a reporter (Melanie Laurent) who needs his help to find Nana, now living in the far north with her followers.
Llosa eschews unnecessary exposition in favour of brief mood moments and sparse dialogue to bring the spectator into the story. Her camera mainly remains tight in on her characters; it is a kind of tightness felt by those who live in cold places, where the constant layers of clothing, the constant struggle to stay moving and warm, mean a kind of entrapment at the seeming edge of the world. Even talking is a struggle; words cannot be wasted, When Llosa does provide large landscape shots, there is little to see but snow and ice, the world stripped away of all adorment, so all that is left is the beauty of nothingness.
Nana clearly lives on the edge of working-class poverty, and her struggle to save Gully means that Ivan is becoming angry and resentful. Add in Nana's discovery of her own healing powers, her exploration of the connection between art and nature, and her slow abandonment of Ivan in a way becomes mutual. This is nothing that hasn't been explored in film before, the difficult relationship between mother and child, and the resentful child who grows into the angry man. And where the film falters is this lack of narrative originality. It does become fairly predictable, including one of two moments between characters that fall into cliché. At nearly two hours, much could have been cut and it likely would have held together better, with unnecessary moments abandoned in favour of what is already a fairly stripped-down story.
But where Llosa does succeed is creating a wonderful atmosphere, a tension between the magic realism of healing and art, and the harsh reality of the cold and the struggle keep home and family together. I would even hesitate to use the term 'magic realism', even though it is implied to a certain degree. The characters are all at the edge, standing on both the literal and metaphorical frozen lake, watches the cracks form around their feet. Grabbing a hand to pull you out is the only option.
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