Misericórdia

French film industry is very profilic and rather effective in terms of such countryside dramas, taking place in remote villages. Nothing to do with the urban life. Good atmosphere, anyway far more intersting than the story itself, where you wonder where it drives to. Unusual character symphony, far from clichés. I won't say any harm about this film, it is a small film for which the director have perhaps worked during many years. It's worth the watch for those in search of petty French dramas, rapidly forgotten dramas. They have their peculiarity, their charm. We can't deny it, can we? Except Catherine Frot, I don't know the cast. But this movie delivers something disturbing, against moral and right thinking. Not for all audiences.

Misericordia takes its time to shoot and when it starts shooting, there is no way you can contain your laughter till it crescendoes in the final shot. With very mild humour peppered across the film, it narrates the story of a taciturn man who visits a village to attend a mentor's funeral. There he meets his mentor's wife, his son, and a priest - who all seem to be saying something else from what they have in mind. What I love about Misericordia is how suddenly it shifts its writing to make the viewer laugh, all in a deadpan style. Reminded me of Deerskin (2019) and The Bra (2018).

(Watched at the 2024 MAMI Mumbai Film Festival.)

The film's qualities are manifold. A script whose progression we never guess at, which keeps the viewer curious, imagining certain developments, some of which never come to pass. Subtle acting direction. Photography and sets that accentuate the drama. The absence of music, which lends permanent weight to all the images. The documentary element on mushrooms. Themes centered on the relationship between the characters: girlfriend, unrequited love, parent-child relationship, homoeroticism, but also humor bordering on parody and the ridiculous.

We understand that Guiraudie must admire Pier Paolo Pasolini's Théorème (1967), not for the universe, the bourgeoisie and the abstraction, but for the homoerotic possibilities. That said, we're not bored with Miséricorde.

Flaws: no empathy for the characters. We follow their evolution through the dramatic arc, but we're not concerned by what happens to them. The parish priest's dialogues at the end take the film away from naturalism and into the realm of the ridiculous or even Z-series, unless it's deliberate humor. But in the end, this is what makes the film so interesting: its constant navigation on the edge of the abyss of indecision and even ridicule, without falling into it.

Strange tale. Never seen a first person account quite like this. Very revealing and cryptic at the same time. Creepy vibes galore. In the beginning everybody seemed creepy in this village apart from Jeremie. But then... Still, the priest gives off major creep. Maybe more than most given what he knows.

I was expecting something quirky given this stars Catherine Frot of the French Agatha Christie adaptations. But no, this is a whole other animal.

It threw me several times with the direction the story took. I guess I liked that it challenged morality quite a bit. And there's no shred of satire or irony about it. And also, once again, the French are very lax about sexual behaviour. Even the very questionable kind.

Well, when there is death of a loved one, we don't want that to be a permanent loss. Each main character here carries a kind of loss with them. Human nature compels us to maintain hope; hope that there could be something more, eventually. Perhaps not a replacement of that person, exactly, but a kind of consolation. That's essentially what this movie is about, I feel, and each character searches for this consolation in their own, sometimes weird, ways. I can appreciate the humanity at work here.

Where the movie is lacking, for me, is Jeremy's backstory. Oddly, even though the movie is centred on Jeremy, we never really learn THAT much about him. On a practical level: how is he able to be unemployed for so long? On a deeper level: why is he doing what he is doing, exactly? Why is he behaving in this clingy way, never wanting to leave this house? Why did he love his former boss; how did that strong connection come to be? These questions are never really answered because there is little context/background here.

Also... do cops not need warrants in France? I'm no expert on the French legal system but it stretched believability for me that cops can just barge into a house like that, displaying no warrant, to interrogate Jeremy. Odd. But there are quite a few odd things in this odd little film. I don't necessarily mind that.