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FREE RADICALS

6/10

Bose Zellen : Austria (Aus/Ger/Switz) 2003 : Barbara ALBERT : 120 mins

Free Radicals is the latest entry example of the ‘urban intersections’ subgenre so beloved by screenwriters and directors worldwide, in which fate and chance connect disparate people living in the same locale. The film is also something of an intersection, combining the modern-Austria-as-hell mood of Dog Days and Lovely Rita, with a more general ‘capitalism is making us miserable’ message increasingly popular in films from central and eastern Europe, as in Cristian Mungiu’s cracking Occident from Romania.

The Austria-sucks concept is usually accompanied by unsparing depictions of unattractive people enduring bouts of passionless sex, the capitalism-blues by setting some of the action in a soulless shopping-mall, often populated by characters dressed in demeaning, dehumanising  costumes. Albert ticks both these boxes, but adds a new twist: mild supernatural elements, conveyed using sounds and visuals to imply her characters are being somehow ‘haunted’ by an unseen spectral presence.

The film begins, unexpectedly, in Brazil: Austrian thirtysomething Manu (Kathrin Retartis) is packing at the end of her holiday, dancing along to the ‘Macarena.’ In a rather literal illustration of chaos theory, we see a rain-forest butterfly flap its wings, then soon after a violent storm develops which downs Manu’s plane. She survives, only to be killed six years later in a car crash – as in 21 Grams, an auto-accident is melodramatic starting-point for an formally ambitious (pretentious?) exploration of weighty themes.

Several of these ideas are placed awkwardly in the mouth of Manu’s brother Reini (Martin Brambach), a schoolteacher fascinated by fractals and the like. He’s aware that “minuscule things” can have a massive impact, and that despite the apparent randomness of everyday life, “inside, there is order and structure.” Albert has perhaps seen Paul Thomas Anderson’s Magnolia, a similar mosaic-of-humanity which featured a quiz-show in which one of the specialist subjects was (implausibly enough) ‘chaos vs superstring.’

But while Anderson wisely relegated his philosophical and scientific concerns to the background, Albert opts for a more up-front approach – and not only in Reini’s out-loud musings on various ‘deep’ subjects. Eye-in-the-sky camerawork and spooky horror-music on the soundtrack indicate when Manu may or may not be making her presence felt to the more ‘sensitive’ characters, including her angelic, Ponette-like young daughter Yvonne (Deborah Ten Brink), and loner schoolgirl Patricia (Desiree Ourada). These intrusions are conspicuously jarring in a film which is otherwise carefully modulated - for the most part Albert resists using score at all.

Instead, she relies on the ubiquitous Euro-pop listened to by the characters – from the opening ‘Macarena’ to A-Ha’s ‘Take On Me’, which is playing in Manu’s car just before her crash, to the Moody Blues’ ‘Nights in White Satin’ – focus of a particularly grisly pub sing-a-long. Though often amusing, at such moments there is the slightly uncomfortable feeling that these people are being presented up for our cool inspection rather than our sympathy – especially in the second half when events take increasingly downbeat (and predictable) turns and the film becomes something of a misery-fest ‘situation tragedy.’

Most pathetic of all is lovelorn Belinda (Gabriela Schmoll), a terminally bored (she fills her time with puzzle-books), unsatisfied (she’s always entering competitions, including an undignified ‘voucher-grab’ stunt), overweight hausfrau who attempts suicide when rejected by the middle-aged cop for whom she nurses an ill-advised amour fou. Mike Leigh’s films often tread this tricky line between superiority and identification, and Albert risks the kind of ‘misanthropy’ accusations often levelled at Seidl and, to a leser extent, Hausner. Maybe it’s an “Austrian thing,” something to do with the political and artistic climate of the country - these directors are, as Godard might put it, the ‘children of Haider and Haneke’ after all.

11th November, 2003 (seen 29th October : National Film Theatre, London – London Film Festival)

click here for a full list of films covered at the 2003 London Film Festival

click here for the full list of films entered for the 2003-4 Foreign-Language Oscar

by Neil Young

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