BERLIN FILM REVIEW: Michal Aviad’s ‘Invisible’

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By Ray Bennett

BERLIN – Two women linked only because they were victims of rape by the same man 20 years earlier meet by chance and reveal how the trauma continues to affect their lives in Israeli filmmaker Michal Aviad’s well-intended but unremarkable drama “Invisible.”

The film makes the point that 1-in-5 women around the world will suffer rape or attempted rape in her lifetime. The two women, played with typical assurance by celebrated actresses Evgenia Dodina and Ronit Elkabetz (picture), exemplify the damage done by sexual assault but the director’s even-handed approach robs the story of any power.

Instructive for those unaware of the shameful statistics and ramifications of rape, the film’s lack of dramatic impact limits box office potential.

Lily (Elkabetz) and Nira (Dodina) meet at a Palestinian protest that activist Lily is involved with and film editor Nira’s boss is filming. Recognition sparks Nira’s interest in researching the crimes of a man who was labelled the “polite rapist” by newspapers because of his insistence that victims caress him while being violated.

She goes to see the policemen who worked on the case, collects newspaper clippings and interviews others among the rapist’s 16 known victims. Gradually Lily becomes interested too, and they reveal what has happened to them as wives and mothers in the two decades since.

Their biggest outrage is that the criminal involved spent just 10 years in jail, small punishment for each violation, and while it’s clear they will not act on it, they relish what they would do to the man if they could. It’s too bad the passionate and understandable savagery of their imagined revenge did not infuse the film as a whole.

Venue: Berlin International Film Festival, Panorama; Cast: Ronit Elkabetz, Evgenia Dodina; Director, screenwriter: Michal Aviad; Screenwriter: Tal Omer; Producer: Ronen Ben-Tal; Director of photography: Guy Raz; Production designer: Adi Sagi-Amar; Costume designer: Laura Sheim; Editor: Era Lapid; Production: Plan B Productions; Sales: West End Films; Not rated; running time, 90 minutes.

This review appeared in The Hollywood Reporter.

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BERLIN FILM REVIEW: Ulrich Kohler’s ‘Sleeping Sickness’

Alex (Jean-Christophe Folly) fragt sich was Ebbo (Pierre Bokma) und Gaspard (Hippolyte Girardot) vorhaben.By Ray Bennett

BERLIN – Ulrich Kohler’s uneven Competition film “Sleeping Sickness” contrasts the relationship that two doctors – one a white German, the other a black Frenchmen – have with Africa but it lacks a clear point of view.

The story is really about one white man’s fatal attraction for the fabric of life in the rivers and jungles of Cameroon with a surrealistic touch at the end. Much of it is filmed at night, however, and little attempt is made to show why he is so taken with the place. Prospects home and abroad appear slim.

Pierre Bokma plays Dr. Ebbo Veltman, whose long-term program intended to combat sleeping sickness has been so successful that it risks losing the funds that keep it going. His wife Vera (Jenny Schily) is keen to return to Germany and their daughter Helen (Maria Elise Miller) has lost interest in Africa after two years at home in boarding school.

A transition is in the works with another doctor set to move in to his hospital and so Veltman’s wife and daughter return to Germany while the doctor wraps things up.

At this point, the film abruptly skips some years and changes point of view with the introduction in France of young Dr. Alex Nzila (Jean-Christophe Folly), who is despatched by the World Health Organization to Cameroon where Veltman has continued to operate.

Urban, gay and very French, Nzila finds the clinic in disarray and Veltman absent. The epidemic of sleeping sickness appears to have been beaten but Veltman has become more eccentric and conflicted over his love for the place.

He relates a story about a doctor who was killed by a hippopotamus although that animal is rarely seen in the vicinity. He explains that locals were convinced the hospital director had transformed himself into a hippo in order to kill the man because he had been sleeping with his wife. Then he invites Nzila to go out hunting at night.

There is little suspense, though, and only a touch of comedy in the urban doctor’s discomfort in the jungle, which Folly handles well. The film touches on issues that complicate aid to African nations and what happens to funding from non-government organizations, without really addressing either topic.

Bokma looks at home amid the luxuriant undergrowth and he has the air of a man well used to navigating corrupt officials, greedy men in uniform and the reality that native clothes are made in China.

Venue: Berlin International Film Festival, Competition; Cast: Pierre Bokma, Jean-Christophe Folly, Jenny Schilly, Hippolyte Girardot; Director, screenwriter: Ulrich Kohler; Director of photography: Patrick Orth; Production designer: Jochen Dehn; Costume designer: Birgitt Kilian; Editors: Katharina Wartena, Eva Konnemann; Producers: Janine Jackowski, Maren Ade, Katrin Schosser Production: Komplizen Film; Sales: The Match Factory; Not rated; running time, 91 minutes.

This review appeared in The Hollywood Reporter.

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BERLIN FILM REVIEW: Michel Ocelot’s ‘Tales of the Night’

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BERLIN – Animation in silhouette makes for fine images and there are some nifty fables in French artist Michel Ocelot’s “Tales of the Night” (Les contes de la nuit) but the design necessarily lacks facial expression and the Dolby 3D makes no impact at all.

The film will be released in 2D as well, and it’s difficult to see what difference that would make, especially for international audiences with subtitles that are essential for the storytelling but serve to diminish the 3D even more.

It’s a pleasing concoction of fairy tales invented by a young couple that involves adventurers, princesses, monsters, friendly beasts, and people who change into animals. The adventures all have a moral to them and children unspoiled by videogames might well find the film enchanting.

It will charm festival juries and it should find an audience if marketed clearly to families with small children, although in 3D it would do better with changes in language to suit each territory.

tales of the night 2 x650The set-up is that a young man and woman meet at a magical little movie house where a technician has a box of tricks that allows them to make up their own fantastical stories. Six yarns follow with the two giving flight to their imagination in romantic adventures in exotic places filled with danger.

One has two sisters who are rivals for a handsome soldier whose secret is that he’s a werewolf. There’s a boy who must risk peril in a series of impossible quests if he’s to win the hand of a princess. A pretty girl faces sacrifice to a city of gold’s ferocious benefactor unless a newcomer can find a way to save her.

A boy trains to master a magic tom-tom drum that makes everyone dance, and a talking horse befriends a boy who can never tell a lie even when his sweetheart’s life is threatened. Finally, a doting young man sees his beloved turned into a doe by a jealous sorcerer and she will stay that way unless he can find the touch that will change her back.

Ocelot’s stories have great charm and there is wonderful invention in the shape and movement of the silhouettes. But each person’s eyes are just white and while they change shape, the rest of each face is featureless black. Only in wide-shot does the filmmaker’s art shine through and that pleases but not does actually provide much of a thrill.

Venue: Berlin International Film Festival, In Competition; Director, screenwriter: Michel Ocelot; Production designers: Anne Lisa Koehler, Christel Boyer, Simon Lacalmontie; Music: Christian Maire; Editor: Patrick Ducruet; Producers: Christophe Rossignon, Philip Boeffard; Not rated; running time, 84 minutes.

This review appeared in The Hollywood Reporter.

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BERLIN FILM REVIEW: Bela Tarr’s ‘The Turin Horse’

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By Ray Bennett

BERLIN – Hungarian director Bela Tarr’s somnolent drama “The Turin Horse” tells of an ageing father and his grown daughter who lead lives of relentless tedium in a shabby dwelling on a bleak and windswept plain. Towards the end of the film, they appear to lose the will to live, and they are not alone.

Monotonous and repetitive, the black-and-white production runs 146 very long minutes as the two of them go about their mind-numbing daily routines accompanied by a sonorous musical dirge that is as relentless as the ferocious winds outside.

Fans of Tarr’s sombre and sedate films will know what they are in for and will no doubt find the time well spent. Others might soon grow weary of the measured pace of the characters as every day they dress in their ragged clothes, eat boiled potatoes with their fingers, fetch water, clean their bowls, chop wood and feed the horse, accompanied by Mihaly Vig’s score of deep doleful strings.

The title horse is apparently one mentioned in a brief narration at the start about the time when Friedrich Nietzsche sobbed over a mistreated equine in the Italian city of the title. The animal is prone to stubbornness and shows a reluctance to move, which will have a severe impact upon the man and woman who live in such remote circumstances.

The story, if it can be called that, covers six days in their lives with each one numbered although they are each pretty much the same as the day before. Janos Derzsi, as the rugged old man, has a wonderfully craggy, white-bearded physiognomy that bears up to considerable scrutiny, which is a good thing since he doesn’t say much. But neither does Erika Bok as his long-suffering and industrious daughter.

Along about Day 4, the well goes dry and it seems like a good time to find someplace else to live, but then the storm kicks up even more and it’s back to the old routine.

By this time, cinematographer Fred Kelemen’s mostly stationary camera has revealed about all there is to see in a fine array of textures in such things as the wooden table, the rough floors, the walls of stone, the ropes on the horse, and the skin on the boiled potatoes.

That does not, however, make up for the almost complete lack of information about the two characters, and so it is easy to become indifferent to their fate, whatever it is.

Venue: Berlin International Film Festival; In Competition; Cast: Erika Bok, Janos Derzsi; Director, screenwriter: Bela Tarr; Co-director, editor: Agnes Hranitzky; Screenwriter: Laszlo Krasznahorkai; Producers: Gabor Teni, Marie-Pierre Macia, Juliette Lepoutre, Ruth Waldburger, Martin Hafemann; Director of photography: Fred Kelemen; Music: Mihaly Vig; Costume designer: Janos Breckl; Production: T. T. Filmmuhely, MPM Film, Vega Film, Zero Fiction Film; Sales: Films Boutique. Not rated; runing time, 146 minutes.

This review appeared in The Hollywood Reporter.

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BERLIN FILM REVIEW: ‘The Resident’

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BERLIN – Brazilian multimedia filmmaker Tiago Mata Machado’s “The Resident” is a collection of didactic sketches performed by a group of men, women and children in protest at the demolition of a building.

The film is made up of energetic scenes of performance art, statements direct to camera, jokes, mimes and songs with messages to do with ethics, aesthetics and politics. While perhaps resonant in Portuguese, the English-language subtitles fail to convey what might well be significant.

Appreciation of the onscreen activity is therefore diminished greatly and much of it is incomprehensible. The film is not likely to attract attention beyond the home market’s arts audience.

With no helpful voice-over or narrative, it appears to be a peaceful demonstration that mirrors what would happen on the streets if the protestors were to take up arms for their cause. In one sketch, the members of the troupe mime shooting automatic weapons and throwing hand grenades.

That is a considerably better approach than the real thing, it must be said, but the result is more confusing than informative or entertaining.

Venue: Berlin International Film Festival, Forum; Cast: Melissa Dullius, Gustavo Jahn, Jeane Doucas, Simone Sales de Alcântara, Dellani Lima, Roberto de Oliveira, Geraldo Peninha, Cassiel Rodrigues, Paulo César Bicalho; Director, screenwriter: Tiago Mata Machado; Screenwriters: Cynthia Marcelle, Emilio Maciel; Directors of photography: Aloysio Raulino, Andréa C. Scansani; Production designer: Cinthia Marcelle; Music: André Wakko, Juan Rojo, David Lansky, Vanessa Michellis; Editors: Joacélio Baptista, Tiago Mata Machado; Production: Katasia Films; Sales: 88 Films; Not rated; running time, 120 minutes.

This review appeared in The Hollywood Reporter.

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BERLIN FILM REVIEW: Angelo Cianci’s ‘Top Floor, Left Wing’

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BERLIN – Angelo Cianci’s “Top Floor, Left Wing” is a genial urban comedy about an Algerian father and son who end up holding a bailiff hostage when the boy thinks police have come to their apartment building to look for him.

Early events turn out not to be a serious as they seem in a film that takes a benign look at what it takes to get by in the present day with rundown accommodations and a social system that is as inept as it is well-intentioned. Box office prospects look good in French-speaking territories and the film’s comic take on society’s view of drugs, terrorism and urban housing might also give it legs elsewhere.

The picture begins with cross cuts of several characters as they begin their day including a group of police who arrive at an apartment building to help with a wedding in the community center. Meanwhile, bailiff Echeverria (Hippolyte Girardot) makes his daily round of collecting late payments and issuing threats of eviction.

Algerian ex-patriate Mohand (Fellag) is far behind on his rent and when the bailiff starts to inventory the place to see what might be sold, Mohand’s volatile son Salem (Aymen Saidi) gets edgy. When he sees all the police, he starts to panic.

It turns out he’s holding 5 kilos of cocaine for a local dealer and the man wants it back. Feeling trapped and with little respect for his docile father, Salem takes out a gun and ties up the bailiff. Much argument ensues and the gun goes off, which does bring the police and soon the deputy mayor has brought in the SWAT team and a major standoff develops.

Writer and director Cianci has a good deal of fun with the fussy conflicts of the officials outside, especially when Echeverria’s unhappy wife Anna (Judith Henry) shows up for the TV cameras gathered there.

The hostage and his two reluctant kidnappers turn out to have secrets that are revealed gradually and some sort of bond is established despite their predicament. Dad isn’t the pushover that his son thought he was, and the boy turns out to be not quite as stupid as he first appeared. The bailiff also is much more than simply a man who is cruel to poor people for a living.

The plight of the threesome escalates as police, media and crowds gather but the film is clearly on the side of the oppressed as it becomes apparent that their best chance of resolving the crisis is to kick off a general riot in the area. With several neighbors sympathetic to their cause, the comedy builds to an “Italian Job” climax that will leave audiences with a smile.

Venue: Berlin International Film Festival, Panorama; Cast: Hippolyte Girardot, Fellag, Aymen Saidi; Director, screenwriter: Angelo Cianci; Director of photography: Laurent Brunet; Production designer: Christina Schaffer; Music: Gast Waltzing; Editor: Raphaele Urtin; Production: Tu Vas Voir, Iris Productions, Kasso Inc.; Sales: Memento Films International; Not rated; running time, 93 minutes.

This review appeared in The Hollywood Reporter.

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BERLIN FILM REVIEW: Ralph Fiennes’s ‘Coriolanus’

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By Ray Bennett

BERLIN – At a time when revolution is once again in the air around the world, Ralph Fiennes delivers a ferocious reminder of the perils in store when a warrior becomes the head of state.

He directs and stars in “Coriolanus” as William Shakespeare’s Rambo, an invincible soldier who survives odds so overwhelming that he becomes to believe that he alone merits the title Consul of Rome.

Set in current times with Shakespeare’s language adapted skilfully by John Logan, and performed under Fiennes’ direction with modern phrasing, the film illuminates the playwright’s astonishing gift for timeless insight into what moves the human spirit and motivates ambition.

It could be sold as a straightforward action picture and should not put off those who find Shakespeare daunting. It’s a tough, violent and moving tragedy with splendid performances by Fiennes, Vanessa Redgrave as his mother, Brian Cox as his friend Menenius, and Gerard Butler as his enemy Aufidius. Its success should carry beyond festivals and scholars to a mainstream audience.

There are more battles in “ Coriolanus” than any other Shakespeare play and while Fiennes deploys tanks, rockets and automatic weapons in the many scenes of urban combat, he gives pride of place to cold steel to echo the story’s origins.

Filmed in Belgrade, Serbia, the setting is “A place calling itself Rome” that could be anywhere. Caius Martius (Fiennes) arrives back in the city-state bloodied but victorious after his most recent battles to be acclaimed as a peerless warrior. His mother Volumnia (Redgrave) exudes unquenchable pride in her son even as she observes, “Before him he carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears.”

He has defeated Aufidius, leader of the rebel Volsces and won the city of Corioles, so he is dubbed Coriolanus. Urged on by his mentor Menenius and the ambitious Volumnia, Martius expects to be given the highest rank in the Senate despite opposition from Tribunes Brutus (Paul Jesson) and Sicinius (James Nesbitt).

Before he may claim that position, however, he must gain the support of the people and there’s the rub because he has led brutal reprisals against social protestors and has no taste for the posturing required to appease the crowd.

With hunger and deprivation widespread, campaigners Cassius (Ashraf Barhom) and Tamora (Lubna Azabal) help the opposing Tribunes turn the crowd’s reaction into a frenzied rejection of their proposed leader. Outraged and betrayed, Martius is banished. He leaves home and family with only vengeance in mind, and heads off to find Aufidius so they can assault Rome together.

The meeting between the two sworn enemies is fraught with danger since their most recent bloody encounter has left them both scarred and vengeful. But Martius’ fearless approach and unmatched skills in battle win over the Volsces and they come to worship him almost more than they do Audifius.

With Rome now desperate, the story plays out as Martius plots his return, Audifius contemplates his own future, and the desperate Tribunes send first Menenius and then Volumnia to plead for peace.

It’s a Shakespearean tragedy, however, and things do not go well. Along the way, Fiennes and Butler have the martial swagger to match their incisive vocal delivery while Cox and especially Redgrave have emotional lines that they render with grace and delicacy. Redgrave also can change temper and spit out vituperation to match the agile Fiennes. They make a vitriolic pair – heavyweight screen acting at its best.

With great help from a fine cast plus production designer Ricky Eyres and cinematographer Barry Ackroyd, with whom he worked on “The Hurt Locker”, Fiennes produced a piece of Shakespeare with a cutting edge as sharp as it is bloody.

Venue: Berlin International Film Festival; US release Jan. 13, The Weinstein Co.; UK release Jan. 20, Lionsgate UK; Cast: Ralph Fiennes, Gerard Butler, Brian Cox, Vanessa Redgrave; Director, producer: Ralph Fiennes; Producers: John Logan, Gabrielle Tana, Julia Taylor-Stanley, Colin Vaines; Screenwriter: John Logan, based on the play “Coriolanus” by William Shakespeare; Director of photography: Barry Ackroyd; Music: Ilan Eshkeri; Editor: Nic Gaster; Costume designer: Bojana Nikitovie; Production: Artemis Films, Hermetof Pictures, BBC Films, Lonely Dragon; Distributors: U.S. The Weinstein Co., U.K. Lionsgate; US rating R; running time, 122 minutes.

This review appeared in The Hollywood Reporter.

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BERLIN FILM REVIEW: Dirk Lutter’s ‘The Education’

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BERLIN – German director Dirk Lutter’s “The Education” is clearly intended to be a cautionary tale that takes a bite out of large companies for the way they often mistreat their staff but it’s a toothless affair with no dramatic highlights or surprises.

Shot like a television show with bright colors and simple set-ups, it features actors with bland faces who tend to stare vacantly with no apparent thought process going on. Like several of the unfortunate employees in the story, it is not destined for a long career.

The one who gets the lesson in office politics is Jan, played by blond and inexpressive Joseph K. Bundschuh, whose chatty manner with customers catches the eye of smarmy and duplicitous boss Tobias (Stefan Rudolf, pictured with Bundschuh).

The company is run strictly on results with no personality permitted within the office. Lunch is in the cafeteria, desks must be left spotless at the end of the day, and individual laptops are locked in cases and stacked away before each employee leaves.

Jan’s overworked team leader Susanne (Dagmar Sachse) has difficulties at home and works unpaid overtime in order to keep up, but the department has fallen behind and Tobias asks Jan for information he might use to help improve matters.

Meanwhile, Jan has begun an affair with a young intern named Jenny (Anke Retzlaff) so he’s anxious for her to be hired full-time, and his mother (Anja Beatrice Kaul), a union official at the firm, has upset the bigwigs upstairs.

There is nothing tense or engaging about any of this: one thing just follows another with some strange interruptions including the occasional break for a 16-member choir to sing for the camera without explanation.

Now and then, Jan gets in his car and drives with the camera on the hood to emphasize the speed. He goes to a mall where he likes to buy a new top. Then he bites the zipper and exchanges the item for a new one, but it’s never clear why. Also without comment or follow-up, he stands naked before a mirror and shaves his public hair. If this pleases Jenny or makes her frown, we’ll never know.

The film has one startling image when Jan watches pornography at home and the cinema screen is filled suddenly with a close-up of the nether parts of a man and a woman in a busy moment of heightened excitement. It’s brief and goes by without remark, but so dull are the rest of the proceedings that it’s tempting to yell out, “Wait!”

Venue: Berlin International Film Festival, Perspektive Deutsches Kino; Cast: Joseph K. Bundschuh, Anke Retziaff, Stefan Rudolf, Dagmar Sachse, Anja Beatrice Kaul, Frank Voss; Director, screenwriter: Dirk Lutter; Director of photography: Henner Besuch; Production designer: Christiane Krumwiede; Music: Falko Brocksieper, Lars Niekisch; Costume designer: Manfred Schneider; Editor: Antonia Fenn; Producer: Titus Kreyenberg; Production: Unafilm; Sales: Media Luna New Films; Not rated; running time, 85 minutes.

This review appeared in The Hollywood Reporter.

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THEATRE REVIEW: Keira Knightley in ‘The Children’s Hour’

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By Ray Bennett

LONDON – Lillian Hellman’s 1934 Broadway melodrama “The Children’s Hour” shows its age in this new West End production, but it does afford screen stars Keira Knightley and Elisabeth Moss a chance to show they are just as much at home on the stage.

They play teachers who run a small private school for girls where a malevolent child makes a false accusation that is believed. The consequences are destructive in several ways.

Mary Tilford (Bryony Hannah) is a willful and manipulative piece of mischief who hates the school and wants to live with her doting grandmother (Ellen Burstyn). Punished for yet another duplicitous act, she runs away to her grandmother’s home and declares that she has seen and heard the teachers do “unnatural” things with each other.

This was powerful stuff in the 1930s, and a good deal of controversy surrounded the play through its 691 performances in New York. (It was made into a 1961 film with Shirley MacLaine and Audrey Hepburn also known as “The Loudest Whisper”.)

Hellman seems unable, however, to settle on whether the play’s focus is the way society loves to rush to judgment when fingers are pointed or on the ways that passion and jealousy affect friendship and love. The playwright opts to deal with both in melodramatic ways that suffer from being so obvious.

Karen (Knightley) and Martha (Moss) (pictured, left) are the closest of friends who have scrimped and worked hard to fulfill their dream of running the school and soon, Karen will marry her long-term doctor fiance Joe (Tobias Menzies).

The problem begins when Martha tries to get rid of her batty aunt Lily (Carol Kane), a failed actress who works at the school teaching elocution. In an angry confrontation before she departs, Lily lashes out and accuses Martha of having an unnatural affection for Karen and deep jealousy over her impending marriage.

Two students overhear this and soon tell Mary, who cannot wait to use it to her advantage. When she makes her scandalous claim, her grandmother accepts it at face value and withdraws her from school. Then she phones the parents of every other student, who do the same, and the school is closed.

Ian Rickson makes all this exposition less labored than it sounds, yet the melodramatics still creak. And while Hannah is a whirling devil of a child villain, the decision to make her habit for duplicity so obvious damages the production. It beggars belief that even a cloistered grandmother given sympathetic dignity by Burstyn would believe the girl.

Events transpire offstage as the teachers sue the old lady for slander but lose when Mary blackmails another student into supporting her and Lily cannot be found. The two women are left to pick up the pieces as both Joe and Martha begin to have second thoughts about the claim at the heart of the scandal, which leads to a contrived and unsatisfying climax.

The two leads succeed in adding depth to their characters, with Knightley poised and elegant as a woman unaware of her own appeal beyond that Joe loves her and Martha is a great friend. Moss makes Martha stiffer, still attractive but capable of holding back to observe with something like resentment the way her friend responds to her man. Menzies does well to convey how insidious suspicion becomes, and all three go beyond the words in the play to make poignant and memorable scenes of incomprehension and revelation.

Venue: Comedy Theatre, London (running through April 30); Cast: Keira Knightley, Elisabeth Moss, Ellen Burstyn, Carol Kane, Tobias Menzies, Bryony Hannah; Playwright: Lillian Hellman; Director: Ian Rickson; Set designer: Mark Thompson; Lighting designer: Neil Austin; Music: Stephen Warbeck; Sound designer: Paul Groothuis

This review appeared in The Hollywood Reporter.

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THEATRE REVIEW: Royal Court’s ‘Clybourne Park’

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By Ray Bennett

LONDON – Race relations in a Chicago suburb in 1959 and 50 years later take a savage but hilarious beating in the Royal Court’s “Clybourne Park” by Bruce Norris, now transferred to the West End.

In 1959, the residents’ association in a fictional all-white community becomes alarmed when a black couple want to buy a home there. In 2009, the area has long been a thriving black community and now a white couple aim to move into that same house.

Observant, insightful and outrageously funny, Norris turns racial attitudes upside down to explore if they have changed over the decades or if racism will never go away. The play has no easy answers but the conflicts involved certainly shine a bright light on the topic. On Robert Innes Hopkins’ evocative set, which changes from a comfortable home to a ruined hulk, director Dominic Cooke shepherds a talented cast with absolute precision.

Openly influenced by the 1959 Lorraine Hansberry play “A Raisin in the Sun”, the production starts in the home of a comfortable middle-aged, middle-class white couple whose American dream has turned sour. Russ (Stuart McQuarrie) and Bev (Sophie Thompson) grieve the loss of their soldier son in different ways: the father unsociable and filled with barely suppressed anger, the mother with fussy housekeeping and determined good cheer.

Bev is kind, if patronising, to her black maid Francine (Lorna Brown, pictured with Sophie Thompson) but unaware that she is married with three children until husband Albert (Lucian Msamati) picks her up one day. The two happen to be there when neighbor Karl (Stephen Campbell Moore) and his pregnant wife Betsy (Sarah Goldberg) show up to try to talk Russ out of selling the house to a black couple.

In the second act, Brown and Msamati play members of the current residents’ association who are keen to make sure that prospective homeowners Steve (Moore) and pregnant Lindsey (Goldberg) don’t harm the neighborhood’s cultural heritage with their rebuilding plans.

Norris uses contrasting techniques for each sequence. The first part is more theatrical with Russ and Bev packing up to move home when the unwelcome persuaders show up. McQuarrie explodes in a remarkable show of fury when what happened to their son is revealed while Thompson channels every chirrupy mother from 1950s sitcoms. Bev’s misguidedly charitable attempts to give an unwanted chafing dish to Francine despite the maid’s determined indifference typify the play’s subtlety.

Moore succeeds in showing Karl’s financially inspired racism even as the man attempts to become more reasonable, another successful Norris device. It’s an ensemble show, however, with all of the players in top form. In the second act, Brown shows exactly how to stop a conversation with a single snap of the neck and an eyes-wide glare.

The second part is really just six people who sit around having an argument, but it works because of the crackerjack exchanges that escalate, or rather descend, into an open discussion of the conflicts at hand. Norris uses two old and completely scurrilous and obscene jokes to illustrate hilariously where intolerance leads.

A massive hit at the Royal Court, the play is in line for awards and a long run with its clever mix of human fallibility and the apparently relentless self-interest of every part of society.

Venue: Wyndham’s Theatre, London (running through May 7)
Cast: Stuart McQuarrie, Sophie Thompson, Lorna Brown, Stephen; Campbell Moore, Sarah Goldberg; Playwright: Bruce Norris
Director: Dominic Cooke; Set and costume designer: Robert Innes Hopkins; Lighting designer: Paule Constable;Sound designer: David McSeveney

This review appeared in The Hollywood Reporter.

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