Fantasia 2014 Review: THE RECONSTRUCTION OF WILLIAM ZERO Has An Identity Crisis

William Blake and his wife Jules are a seemingly normal, over-worked, slightly distracted parents.  As The Reconstruction of William Zero opening moments unfold, he is distractedly scrambling to get to work, she is busy in the kitchen preparing a breakfast that nobody seems to want, and their son Kevin is itching to get out and enjoy the sunshine on his bicycle. This typical morning suburban multitasking chaos quickly culminates into the films principle source of pain - the loss of a child at the hands of a parent in a moment of negligence.  It smashes the surviving couple into oblivion along any sense of Blake's identity or existence.

I am not sure how much I accept Blake's motivations for what happens next, but the writers Dan Bush (who also directs) and Conal Byrne (who also stars) want to ask us a few questions under the guise of twisty plot reveals. I think the film narrative moves a little to fast for its own good, as there is a lot of running around, and a little too much patching-over with exposition. Byrne conveys plenty with his tricky performance as Blake and his twins. And the film is rich enough on screen in visual detail, that much of the 'explaining' to the audience feels redundant.  So bear with me.

Question number 1, is more bigger picture speculation: If Frankenstein's monster were to create his own Monster, what set of values and confusion would go along with that? Treading as lightly as possible around spoilers, you get a lot of sides of William Blake; and I'm sure naming your lead character after the 18th century romantic poet, who has been a strong influence on twentieth century giants from Carl Jung to Philip K. Dick is no co-incidence. The films most winning image involves four Blake's sitting in a diagonal line along a beach. Magnificent. For much of the film, as Blake is fighting his internal struggles quite externally, the film is not lacking for craft, but feels like somewhat empty calories in its story beats. The question "Are You OK?" is posed so often by his colleagues down at the cloning laboratory (yea, you heard that right, make of it what you will) that it becomes kind of the mantra of the movie. There are no police or psychiatrists or even other family members in this movie, making the world feel too tiny, and actions of too little consequence.

Question number two being asked by film: If parents want their children to be the better version of themselves (as a parent myself, this strikes me as a general enough truism) how far do should they be willing to go to fix themselves? Again, at the risk of sounding opaque in terms of spoiling things, the film looks at offspring in a variety of ways, as metaphorical and literal extensions of William. Can new children, by proxy, heal (or in the parlance of the title, reconstruct) the parent? It is a difficult goal to obtain personal and familial happiness,under the best of circumstances, let alone how convoluted things get here.  And any such thoughts about the end game quickly become overwhelmed by its trigger-happy genre-inflected execution.