"...it gives us wood, and so many wonders..."
Joao Pedro Rodrigues has a lot on his mind here, and just comes out and says it. Were he a younger filmmaker one might see this 67-minute opus as a kind of mood or aesthetic board, as it feels like a mess of things he wished (no, no, needed) to address. The symmetry of the palace dining room scenes and the classical tableau re-enacted by lusty firemen suggest Greenaway formalism; these touches are often so delirious yet composed that Rodrigues perhaps has been hit with an Andersonian whimsy and is running like hell with it (maybe through a screening of Titane from which he grabs a healthy shot of firehouse eroticism). There's even a bit of Godard in Prince Alfredo's naive but sincere appropriate of Greta Thunberg's speech in articulating his mission to his parents; he doesn't (yet) have the words, but he feels the urgency, and he's desperate enough to save the dying planet that he's willing to forsake his royalty and become a fireman.
That directness may be key to our salvation, as laid out here - André Cabral's fireman Alfonso has plenty of reasons to distrust the motives of the young prince, and lays them out clear; but Alfredo recognizes the chip on Alfonso's shoulder, acknowledging the trauma that put it there (and even his own complicity in that trauma). But their attraction and love is undeniable against all this. The film parallels this in macro: even as it directly addresses environmental devastation and fascism (hell, it's the only new movie that has people dying of COVID) it acknowledges the need for pleasure and transcendence, which it more than delivers, through the delight of its forms, the warmth of its music, some truly offbeat comedy, more peen than you can shake a stick at, and an absolutely sensational dance sequence after the midpoint. (Bummed as I was to have missed a couple of screenings of this, I was happy to be able to rewind and watch this sequence two more times after the end.)
Days later, and I'm thinking its brevity in relation to its themes is more an asset than a limitation. It's never messy in placing so much in its runtime, and doesn't pretend to any easy answers to the issues it presents, though generous enough to suggest that its pleasures remain within our reach. It's one of the year's best (and greatest).
Days later, and I'm thinking its brevity in relation to its themes is more an asset than a limitation. It's never messy in placing so much in its runtime, and doesn't pretend to any easy answers to the issues it presents, though generous enough to suggest that its pleasures remain within our reach. It's one of the year's best (and greatest).
