Chicago Sun Times
March 13, 2009 Friday
Final Edition
Lost in a well of loneliness; Atom Egoyan's 'Exotica' a painful film
about sadness & guilt
by Roger Ebert, The Chicago Sun-Times
Sex for money sometimes conceals great sadness. It can be sought to
treat wounds it cannot heal. I believe that may happen less in actual
prostitution than in the parody of prostitution offered in
"gentleman's clubs." Whatever is going on is less about sex than
psychological need, sometimes on both sides. Atom Egoyan's "Exotica"
is a deep, painful film about those closed worlds of stage-managed
lust.
It is also a tender film about a lonely and desperate man, and a woman
who is kind to him. How desperate and how kind are only slowly
revealed. In a technical sense, this is a "hyperlink movie," in which
characters are revealed to be connected in ways they may not know
about. But Egoyan, who also wrote the film, surprises us in how slowly
he reveals the links and even more slowly reveals what the characters
know about them. When the film ends, you sit regarding the screen,
putting together what you have just learned and using it to think
again about what went before.
The critic Bryant Frazer wrote that after the film played in the 1994
New York Film Festival, a woman asked Egoyan what had happened at the
end. Egoyan was "visibly perturbed" by the question, he said, but
finally responded. Frazer writes, "Here is what the last scene in the
film meant, he explained, his four- or five-word declamation a stark
and numbing negation of the gentle, almost languid spirit of the film,
which invites the audience to its own discovery. The 'what happened'
is simple enough to explain, but you can't really understand it unless
you're fully caught up in the cinema when it unfolds in front of you."
Frazer is right: There is no mystery at the end, except the mysteries
of human nature that Egoyan evokes. What you think about those will
define the film's importance to you. For me, they make it a cry of
sympathy for people suffering from loss and guilt, and also an
affirmation about how others are wiling to understand them. A film can
only get so far by simply stating its message; if the message is that
easily defined, why bother with the film? "Exotica" does what many
good films do and implies its troubled feelings. Nothing is solved at
the end, except that we have learned to understand the characters.
"Exotica" takes place in a Toronto strip club, but not one of those
hellholes of expense account executives and drunken bachelor
parties. This club seems to fill the special needs of the men who go
there, although we learn only about one. He is Francis (Bruce
Greenwood), who every night buys the company of Christina (Mia
Kirshner). She looks young, dresses in a school uniform, opens her
shirt before him, and then they talk softly and intensely.
Watching this is the club DJ, Eric (Elias Koteas), who stands on a
perch above the action and contributes an insinuating commentary on
the lives below. Also watching, from behind one-way mirrors, is the
pregnant Zoe (Arsinée Khanjian), who inherited the club from her
mother. The decor creates a tropical club heavy with palm fronds, the
music slinks between the tables, the lighting is an oddly muted
garishness, gloom cut with neon reds, greens and blues. Egoyan's
camera glides around the room, pausing to regard Francis and
Christina. Whatever they're talking about hardly seems to be sex and
seems to absorb them equally. The DJ notices this.
Other characters are implicated. The opening shots of the film show
customs officers scrutinizing an arrival on a flight from the Far
East, through a one-way mirror. This is Thomas, whom we discover is
smuggling rare macaw eggs. At the airport, a man suggests they share a
ride to town and pays his share of the ride with two ballet
tickets. Thomas gives one of the tickets to a good-looking gay man
outside the theater, and they eventually spend the night together. The
man was one of the customs officers. He confiscates the eggs, but
wants to see Thomas again. Thomas' pet shop is audited under suspicion
of illegal imports -- by Francis, who later wants him to help
eavesdrop on Christina. You see how the subterranean connections link.
I have made "Exotica" seem to be all complexities. Following the
connections is straightforward. Deciding what they mean is the
challenge. Egoyan has not unfolded the plot as simply as I summarized
it, and he uses other suggestive characters. There is Tracey (Sarah
Polley, then 15), the young girl Francis hires every night to baby-sit
while he is visiting the club. But it's other than baby-sitting. At
the club. he's a client of Christina, who dresses as a schoolgirl;
does this suggest he has a sexual interest in Tracey? What does
Tracey's father think of the arrangement?
Enough of the plot. Let's draw back to admire Egoyan's method. If we
do not at first understand all of the relationships between the
characters, they do not all understand them themselves, and in certain
ways never figure them out. That provides the film with hidden
emotional currents as powerful as those that are visible. When you
think through the film later, you realize how much some of the
characters never know, and yet how important it has been to the
outcome. Egoyan isn't weaving these strands simply to divert us with a
labyrinth; he is suggesting the hidden ways in which we affect other
lives with our choices and behavior even though unaware.
Beneath everything pulses the atmosphere of the club Exotica, its
promise of sexuality masking deeper needs and obsessions. The grave
voice of Leonard Cohen and the starkness of his songs, played by Eric
the DJ, seem wrong for a strip club, but not for this one, where not
desire but desperation is catered to. The advertising, selling a sexy
thriller, is all wrong.
Zoe, the club owner, is in some ways the spirit of the film. She is
very pregnant, very happy about it, very convinced that her mother
created the club in a special way for a special clientele with special
needs. She knows more about some of the clients than they realize. She
is worried about the tension between Eric and Christina. She meets
with Francis after he is thrown out of the club. She wants to restore
peace and order, and I won't tell you why that is so difficult for
her.
Atom Egoyan, born in 1960 in Egypt of Armenian parents, brought up in
Canada, has consistently stepped outside the mainstream in style and
subjects. He's fascinated by how people are kept separated by the
realities of culture (ethnicity, gender, background) and walls of
images, and how they try to get through or around them. One of the
most uncompromising of major directors, he hasn't made a single film
for solely commercial reasons.
Egoyan is best known for "The Sweet Hereafter," which won the grand
jury prize at Cannes 1997; "Felicia's Journey" (1998), and "Where the
Truth Lies," that remarkable 2005 film with Kevin Bacon and Colin
Firth as a team not unlike Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis, implicated in
a murder. He often works with his wife, Arsinee Khanjian, who like
Ingrid Bergman has the ability to project carnality and sweetness
simultaneously. Egoyan brought his first feature, the $20,000 "Next of
Kin," to the Toronto Film Festival in 1984. He was only 24.
There is a quality in all of his work that resists the superficial and
facile. Even at the very start, he wasn't interested in simple
storytelling. He is drawn to what Fitzgerald called the dark night of
the soul. Secrets, shames, the hidden and the forbidden coil around
his characters, but he is not quick to condemn them. He and Khanjian
are warm, friendly and smile easily, and in the films, you sense love
for the characters and the belief that to know more is to forgive
more.
"Exotica" is a Miramax Classics DVD. Most of Egoyan's films are
reviewed at rogerebert.com.
March 13, 2009 Friday
Final Edition
Lost in a well of loneliness; Atom Egoyan's 'Exotica' a painful film
about sadness & guilt
by Roger Ebert, The Chicago Sun-Times
Sex for money sometimes conceals great sadness. It can be sought to
treat wounds it cannot heal. I believe that may happen less in actual
prostitution than in the parody of prostitution offered in
"gentleman's clubs." Whatever is going on is less about sex than
psychological need, sometimes on both sides. Atom Egoyan's "Exotica"
is a deep, painful film about those closed worlds of stage-managed
lust.
It is also a tender film about a lonely and desperate man, and a woman
who is kind to him. How desperate and how kind are only slowly
revealed. In a technical sense, this is a "hyperlink movie," in which
characters are revealed to be connected in ways they may not know
about. But Egoyan, who also wrote the film, surprises us in how slowly
he reveals the links and even more slowly reveals what the characters
know about them. When the film ends, you sit regarding the screen,
putting together what you have just learned and using it to think
again about what went before.
The critic Bryant Frazer wrote that after the film played in the 1994
New York Film Festival, a woman asked Egoyan what had happened at the
end. Egoyan was "visibly perturbed" by the question, he said, but
finally responded. Frazer writes, "Here is what the last scene in the
film meant, he explained, his four- or five-word declamation a stark
and numbing negation of the gentle, almost languid spirit of the film,
which invites the audience to its own discovery. The 'what happened'
is simple enough to explain, but you can't really understand it unless
you're fully caught up in the cinema when it unfolds in front of you."
Frazer is right: There is no mystery at the end, except the mysteries
of human nature that Egoyan evokes. What you think about those will
define the film's importance to you. For me, they make it a cry of
sympathy for people suffering from loss and guilt, and also an
affirmation about how others are wiling to understand them. A film can
only get so far by simply stating its message; if the message is that
easily defined, why bother with the film? "Exotica" does what many
good films do and implies its troubled feelings. Nothing is solved at
the end, except that we have learned to understand the characters.
"Exotica" takes place in a Toronto strip club, but not one of those
hellholes of expense account executives and drunken bachelor
parties. This club seems to fill the special needs of the men who go
there, although we learn only about one. He is Francis (Bruce
Greenwood), who every night buys the company of Christina (Mia
Kirshner). She looks young, dresses in a school uniform, opens her
shirt before him, and then they talk softly and intensely.
Watching this is the club DJ, Eric (Elias Koteas), who stands on a
perch above the action and contributes an insinuating commentary on
the lives below. Also watching, from behind one-way mirrors, is the
pregnant Zoe (Arsinée Khanjian), who inherited the club from her
mother. The decor creates a tropical club heavy with palm fronds, the
music slinks between the tables, the lighting is an oddly muted
garishness, gloom cut with neon reds, greens and blues. Egoyan's
camera glides around the room, pausing to regard Francis and
Christina. Whatever they're talking about hardly seems to be sex and
seems to absorb them equally. The DJ notices this.
Other characters are implicated. The opening shots of the film show
customs officers scrutinizing an arrival on a flight from the Far
East, through a one-way mirror. This is Thomas, whom we discover is
smuggling rare macaw eggs. At the airport, a man suggests they share a
ride to town and pays his share of the ride with two ballet
tickets. Thomas gives one of the tickets to a good-looking gay man
outside the theater, and they eventually spend the night together. The
man was one of the customs officers. He confiscates the eggs, but
wants to see Thomas again. Thomas' pet shop is audited under suspicion
of illegal imports -- by Francis, who later wants him to help
eavesdrop on Christina. You see how the subterranean connections link.
I have made "Exotica" seem to be all complexities. Following the
connections is straightforward. Deciding what they mean is the
challenge. Egoyan has not unfolded the plot as simply as I summarized
it, and he uses other suggestive characters. There is Tracey (Sarah
Polley, then 15), the young girl Francis hires every night to baby-sit
while he is visiting the club. But it's other than baby-sitting. At
the club. he's a client of Christina, who dresses as a schoolgirl;
does this suggest he has a sexual interest in Tracey? What does
Tracey's father think of the arrangement?
Enough of the plot. Let's draw back to admire Egoyan's method. If we
do not at first understand all of the relationships between the
characters, they do not all understand them themselves, and in certain
ways never figure them out. That provides the film with hidden
emotional currents as powerful as those that are visible. When you
think through the film later, you realize how much some of the
characters never know, and yet how important it has been to the
outcome. Egoyan isn't weaving these strands simply to divert us with a
labyrinth; he is suggesting the hidden ways in which we affect other
lives with our choices and behavior even though unaware.
Beneath everything pulses the atmosphere of the club Exotica, its
promise of sexuality masking deeper needs and obsessions. The grave
voice of Leonard Cohen and the starkness of his songs, played by Eric
the DJ, seem wrong for a strip club, but not for this one, where not
desire but desperation is catered to. The advertising, selling a sexy
thriller, is all wrong.
Zoe, the club owner, is in some ways the spirit of the film. She is
very pregnant, very happy about it, very convinced that her mother
created the club in a special way for a special clientele with special
needs. She knows more about some of the clients than they realize. She
is worried about the tension between Eric and Christina. She meets
with Francis after he is thrown out of the club. She wants to restore
peace and order, and I won't tell you why that is so difficult for
her.
Atom Egoyan, born in 1960 in Egypt of Armenian parents, brought up in
Canada, has consistently stepped outside the mainstream in style and
subjects. He's fascinated by how people are kept separated by the
realities of culture (ethnicity, gender, background) and walls of
images, and how they try to get through or around them. One of the
most uncompromising of major directors, he hasn't made a single film
for solely commercial reasons.
Egoyan is best known for "The Sweet Hereafter," which won the grand
jury prize at Cannes 1997; "Felicia's Journey" (1998), and "Where the
Truth Lies," that remarkable 2005 film with Kevin Bacon and Colin
Firth as a team not unlike Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis, implicated in
a murder. He often works with his wife, Arsinee Khanjian, who like
Ingrid Bergman has the ability to project carnality and sweetness
simultaneously. Egoyan brought his first feature, the $20,000 "Next of
Kin," to the Toronto Film Festival in 1984. He was only 24.
There is a quality in all of his work that resists the superficial and
facile. Even at the very start, he wasn't interested in simple
storytelling. He is drawn to what Fitzgerald called the dark night of
the soul. Secrets, shames, the hidden and the forbidden coil around
his characters, but he is not quick to condemn them. He and Khanjian
are warm, friendly and smile easily, and in the films, you sense love
for the characters and the belief that to know more is to forgive
more.
"Exotica" is a Miramax Classics DVD. Most of Egoyan's films are
reviewed at rogerebert.com.