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You, the Living (Roy Andersson, 2007)
You,
the Living,
distinctive Swedish auteur Roy Andersson's latest comedy of despair, doesn't
stray far from his usual work, appearing to be cut very much from the same mold
as his Songs From the Second Floor, despite the fact that seven years
have passed since that film's release. Comprised, as usual, as a series of
creaky tableaux, the film chugs along with an amusing, deadpan sensibility that
sees its cast of pallid, depressed miserables endure the agony and
disappointments of modern life. Andersson creates a decidedly artificial world,
and it is at its funniest when it is most hermetically sealed off from reality.
For example, one episode featuring a despairing daughter and her senile mother
cuts too close to the bone to inspire many chuckles, even if one can abstractly
grasp the comedy that arises as she unsuccessfully begs her ailing mum to recall
her childhood miseries.
Unfortunately, after a jaunty, semi-musical first half-hour, despair becomes the
prevailing emotion. By the one-hour mark the returns have diminished pretty
severely. The deliberate pacing, which actually served the comedy well in the
early scenes, becomes something of a liability as the laughs becomes more
sporadic. The dull, dingy pastel color scheme becomes increasingly suffocating.
The vignettes become ever more mundane. The injection of political commentary
into the pastiche does little to shake the feeling that this is a live-action
cartoon. What Andersson achieves here is occasionally funny in the same way that
Jacques Tati's movies are funny, but it rarely manages that master's level of
visual complexity or wit. Nonetheless, despite any shortcomings, this is not a
work to be ignored. Andersson's detailed, largely static compositions beg to be
seen on as big a screen as possible. To complain that his skits are difficult or
boring to sit through because they seem too close to the pain of daily life is
to pay them some kind of a compliment.
55
Jeremy Heilman
01.11.08
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