Denis Villeneuve, at this stage, can be sufficiently estimated as one of the most distinguished and visionary commercial directors of our era, so let us dive into his two earlier Canadian outputs, which have legitimately put his name on the map.
POLYTECHNIQUE is his third feature, a black-and-white reenactment of the deadly École Polytechnique massacre in Montreal, on December 6, 1989, which left 14 women murdered. With its 77-minute length, it is a succinct, intense drama, and unlike Gus van Sant’s ELEPHANT (2003), it sends you shudders right out of the box when gunshots suddenly disrupt the pedestrian school life of École Polytechnique, an engineering school, blood splatter and panic erupts.
After that, the film rewinds back to an earlier time of this fateful day, we get a glimpse of the unnamed killer’s (Gaudette) motive, his targets are female feminists, but Villeneuve and his co-scribe deliberately keep a lid on the details, we don’t know what breeds his hatred, maybe the lowdown is still inconclusive (an incel before the digital age?), ergo, the film’s fulcrum is to deplore the dastardly act itself, regardless of its grounds.
Valérie (Vanasse) is one of the fortunate survivors of the ordeal (does she suffers from the survivor’s guilt?), and before that, she has a first taste of working-place sexism when she is interviewed for an internship, and her classmate Jean-François (Huberdeau) is also on the spot, being the stronger sex, he is spared by the killer with other males, but he seems to be the only one who shows some valor when all hell breaks loose. And after the fact, he is tormented by mounting guilt that he hadn’t done more to prevent the mass killing (a typical messiah complex), whose ramifications are immeasurably grave, varying from individual to individual.
Shot with an absorbing fluidity often with unconventional frames (like the topsy-turvy shot of the hallway), appending a bland positive note to the coda, and grappling with prickly subjects with conviction and tact, POLYTECHNIQUE is a dry run of Villeneuve’s next picture INCENDIES, a bi-continental truth-seeking drama that knocks you dead with a bang!
A modern-day Oedipus tale that beggars belief, INCENDIES is a riddle in two parts. In the wake of the passing of their mother Nawal Marwan (Azabal), an Arabic immigrant in Canada, twins Jeanne and Simon (Désormeaux-Poulin and Gaudette) are requested, upon Nawal’s will, to ferret out their father (whom they think is dead) and brother (whose existence is unbeknown to the twins hitherto) in the Middle East.
The narrative bifurcates and alternates between Nawal’s checkered past in her war-riddled fatherland (an unnamed country, but the events alluding to Lebanese Civil War, and her actions take a leaf from the book of a Lebanese woman Souha Bechara), and decades later, the twins’ journey (Jeanne goes first and Simon will join her later) to their provenance, to discover the inconceivable story of their parentage. As an audience, you are granted an advantage of first-hand information from Nawal’s POV, while the twins slavishly track down breadcrumbs, gather details in dribs and drabs, so the film hooks you by this tack, you are one step ahead in the game, until the riddle is solved, you are in utter shock, like the twins. If you think finding out they are the offspring of a rapist is a major hammer blow, you are too naive!
INCENDIES is everything one needs to show his competence as filmmaker, blaring out Radiohead’s monotonous jeremiad, Villeneuve bestrides the two narrative strands with precision and grit, Nawal’s traumatic experience is steadfastly devised to elicit a vicarious frisson of terror and her “the woman who sings” incarceration marks a heartfelt homage to a woman’s indestructible fortitude. However, the tricky part is the final reveal, and how those characters react to the bombshell, Azabal, who is superlatively good from A to Z, registers Nawal’s quiet implosion in fine fettle, but Désormeaux-Poulin and Gaudette’s philosophical acceptance leaves much to be desired.
Notably, in this Oedipus tale, Oedipus himself is relegated to a marginal place, it is his mother and children’s story to be told, and by doing so, Villeneuve potently denounces the warfare that germinates such unthinkable tragedy, and shows us religion can be a lifesaver, but also the scourge of partisanship. Both INCENDIES and POLYTECHNIQUE are conscience-driven works of art daring to look man-made atrocity straight in the eye, and raring to urge audience to make their own unaffected judgment, although, for me, it would take an oceanic effort to rewatch them, precisely, once is enough, I dare you.
referential entries: Gus van Sant’s ELEPHANT (2003, 8.1/10); Villeneuve’s PRISONER (2013, 8.1/10); Xavier Dolan’s I KILLED MY MOTHER (2009, 7.1/10).
Title: Polytechnique
Year: 2009
Country: Canada
Language: French
Genre: Crime, Drama, History
Director: Denis Villeneuve
Screenwriters: Denis Villeneuve, Eric Leca, Jacques Davidts
Music: Benoît Charest
Cinematography: Pierre Gill
Editing: Richard Comeau
Cast:
Karine Vanasse
Maxim Gaudette
Sébastien Huberdeau
Evelyne Brochu
Pierre Leblanc
Johanne-Marie Tremblay
Pierre-Yves Cardinal
Rating: 7.3/10
Title: Incendies
Year: 2010
Country: Canada, France
Language: French, Arabic, English
Genre: Drama, Mystery, War
Director: Denis Villeneuve
Screenwriters: Denis Villeneuve, Valérie Beaugrand-Champagne
based on the play by Wajdi Mouawad
Music: Grégoire Hetzel
Cinematography: André Turpin
Editing: Monique Dartonne
Cast:
Lubna Azabal
Mélissa Désormeaux-Poulin
Maxim Gaudette
Rémy Girard
Abdelghafour Elaaziz
Allen Altman
Baya Belal
Dominique Briand
Majida Hussein
Nabil Koni
Rand Faris
Nabil Sawalha
Baraka Rahmani
Mohamed Majd
Rating: 7.9/10
