Film Review
Jessica Hausner's third film after
Lovely
Rita (2001) and
Hotel
(2004) is a similarly polished and idiosyncratic work, one that is more
than a veiled homage to Carl Theodor Dreyer's
Ordet
(1954). Like Dreyer, Hausner presents an ambiguous, uncritical
view of faith and religion and prompts us to reflect on what miracles
are and why they are so important to us. Adopting Dreyer's seldom
emulated austere style of filmmaking, which includes using painfully
long static takes and repetition of seemingly banal situations, Hausner
gives her film a cold, near-documentary feel which prevents us from
getting too close to the characters and making hasty judgements about
them.
Lourdes is contemplative cinema at its most engaging, a
witty and meaningful film that explores profound themes with an
irresistible lightness of touch.
The Lourdes that Hausner shows us is a city of stark contradictions, a
place where high-minded religious devotion and crass commercialism at
its ugliest sit alongside one another with worrying ease.
Mass-produced plastic effigies of the Virgin Mary are on sale on every
street corner, along with a plethora of equally distasteful tourist
bait that lends modern Lourdes the depressing allure of a kitsch
Catholic theme park. The so-called pilgrims who pour into the
town are an odd mix of sightseeing, tat-buying tourists and
halo-wearing believers expecting to be cured of whatever chronic or
minor disability they have been unjustly burdened with. As in
Buñuel's
La Voie lactée (1969),
an effusive little priest is on hand to dispense glib platitudes to
anyone who seeks an interpretation of the mystical workings of the
Divine, like a penny slot-machine wired to a mainframe computer in the
Vatican. Hausner's approach may be far less provocative and
disrespectful than Buñuel's, but the humorous intent is there
all the same, mischievousness undercurrents that occasionally erupt
into a jolt of surreal comedy, of the carefree Jacques Tati variety.
The central irony of the film reflects the central irony of life in
general, namely that the most virtuous and deserving are not always the
ones who end up on the receiving end of the Almighty's
beneficence. How unfair it must seem that the recipient of the
miracle is not a devout Catholic who made the journey to Lourdes with
the sole aim of being cured, but a withdrawn multiple sclerosis
sufferer (convincingly played by Sylvie Testud, well-chosen for the
part on account of her ability to convey a wealth of feeling without dialogue) looking only to broaden
her horizons and make new friends. In her entourage of
genuflexing believers, Christine is the one who least deserves to be
healed by Divine powers (or a random, scientifically unexplained quirk
of nature if your prefer). The fact that she is healed makes her
look like someone who has won the jackpot on the National Lottery
without buying a ticket. Yet it is precisely because she does
not expect a miraculous recovery
that it seems right the miracle should come her way. The moral of
this cogent little fable hardly needs to be spelled out - suffice it to
say that it is delivered with finesse and a surfeit of good humour.
The crowning irony comes when Christine ends up being voted 'The Best Pilgrim' by her
po-faced admirers. Those celebrating Christine's
stroke of good fortune conveniently ignore the fact that her recovery
was brought about by chance, not by prayer and a cosy visitation by the
Holy Mother. All that matters is she can now get about without
the use of a wheelchair. It is the X-Factor effect, the Lourdes
concession to celebrity culture. Of course, not everyone is
happy with this turn of events, but fortunately the aforementioned
effusive little priest is on hand to perform more theological
back-somersaults to placate the indignant credulous.
Hausner's morality tale has such an abundance of charm, such elegant
simplicity, that no one, not even the most devout Catholic, is likely
to be offended by the film. Rather than being a blanket critique
of faith or religion,
Lourdes
offers up a much more subtle attack on a kind of uncritical belief in
the supernatural that demeans rather than strengthens the
individual. Looking for miracles can be as fruitless as chasing
unicorns if you fail to have a true conception of what a miracle
actually is.
© James Travers 2013
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