Rotterdam 2016 Review: CHEVALIER Shows The Ultimate Dick-measuring Contest

Greek director Athina Rachel Tsangari is seen as an important part of the current Greek "Weird Wave" of cinema. She produced several of Yorgos Lanthimos' films like Dogtooth, and he helped produce (and acted in) her previous film Attenberg. But there's something worth noting about that film: while Attenberg was unusual, it wasn't exactly "weird". It worked fine as a straight-faced drama, and though it contained some wry humor, it wasn't even all that absurd.

Cue Tsangari's newest film Chevalier, of which the same thing can be said. Its main strength isn't so much that it is weird or absurd, but that it is all too believable: a group of men, on a holiday together, have themselves a dick-measuring contest to end all dick-measuring contests.

The holiday is a guys-only affair and takes place on the yacht of an old physician. On board are the man himself, some of his business partners, his son-in-law with a tag-along brother, his assistant who used to be a candidate for becoming a son-in-law...
It's a colorful, diverse group (though everybody is white and male), an they spend a few days roaming the sea between the islands, scuba diving... and because they're men, they compete in... well, everything, basically.

"Everything", however, gets used a lot more literally after a slight argument one evening, in which the point is contested that you cannot be the best in "everything". To put this to the test, the group starts a competition in "everything". Every member needs to device a test, and these will be the main events, but all other aspects are compared as well: how you sleep, how you snore, how you eat, how (and when) you talk. Everyone constantly keeps notes on everyone, about everything.

It's all a bit of fun between friends... until some start to fear they might end last. When even the silliest things get tested, even the silliest things get con-tested. And yes, even the dicks are measured, with predictable reactions from the losers.

Like she did in Attenberg, Athina Rachel Tsangari puts enough normalcy between the silly shenanigans to keep events impressively rooted in reality. For all its male posturing, Chevalier also doesn't fall into the trap of becoming a mysandrist pamphlet, squaring off stupid men against cleverer women. She uses the male-only environment to emphasize the dynamics in a group where everybody is increasingly obsessed with The Game they're playing, and where there are no romantic developments or partners to mess up everyone's focus.

Chevalier doesn't really offer an epiphany, or show something you didn't already know. It is very well-acted, and often chuckleworthy, and it does pose an amusingly distant view at how we all constantly compete with one another anyway, whether we're using a rulebook or not. But in itself, the film doesn't seem to be competing for anything, which adds a bit of a weird meta-flavor to it.

At the International Film Festival Rotterdam, audiences rated the film a chivalric 3.6 out of 5. And based on that number, I've rated the audience as adequately informed.