
Birth
dir. Jonathan Glazer
*SPOILERS*
Birth is, truly, one of the oddest films I have seen this year. One of the oddest of the past few years, to be honest. The story is almost entirely located in the Rosemary's Baby-esque confines of WASP empress Elanor (Lauren Bacall, who just cannot help being the most incredible onscreen presence ever)'s mini-palace apartment. At Elanor's birthday party, her widowed daughter Anna announces her engagement--and a 10-year-old boy claiming to be her dead husband shows up uninvited. It sets the scene for a fascinating little storm in a teacup, one of the best directed, shot and designed pictures of the year.

What is Birth really all about? Are we really supposed to take this reincarnation idea seriously? At the beginning of the film, we hear the man this little boy (Cameron Bright, who is very effectively cast) claims to be dismiss the very notion as laughable. I personally agree with him, but the mood of the film is so supernatural and unearthly, I began to feel myself slipping into believing, just as Anna does. [Young] Sean's incredible conviction, so unsettling I literally squirmed in my seat a couple of times, becomes so undoubtable that the film's 'twist' just further befuddled me. Even after the big revalation, Glazer doesn't really let your mind get a handle on things: for one, who would ever trust anything Anne Heche tells you, and for two, the plotholes are beginning to gape so wide you simply have to start embracing the supernatural storyline to keep the momentum.

But even if the movie ocassionally seems...well, rather silly, Glazer's outstanding direction and a really strong central performance from Nicole Kidman make it extremely compelling and quite memorable. Even now, I can't shake either the idea of the film out of my head, and its striking imagery has proved quite lasting. Personally, I'm of the opinion that Anna is completely bonkers, and has been through the whole film--merely confirmed by the wonderful closing shot (complimented wonderfully, as was the whole film, by Alexandre Desplat's stirling score) of nutso Anna wailing on the beach in her wedding dress. I mean hell, if you didn't even notice your beloved never-there husband was cheating on you, and you loved him so much you'd take a bath with some kid ten years on just to remind yourself of him...plus if Lauren Bacall is your mother...you must be crazy.
Or something.
What a great movie!!!!
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