Léos Carax’s HOLY MOTORS is a dazzling tribute to Paris, cinema, and the art of storytelling
LATE-NIGHT FAVORITES: HOLY MOTORS (Léos Carax, 2012)
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French writer-director Léos Carax (Boy Meets Girl, Mauvais Sang) has made only five feature films in his thirty-plus-year career, a sadly low output for such an innovative, talented director, but he has now given birth to his masterpiece, the endlessly intriguing, confusing, and exhilarating Holy Motors. His first film since 1999’s POLA X, the new work is a surreal tale of character and identity, spreading across multiple genres in a series of bizarre, entertaining, and often indecipherable set pieces. Holy Motors opens with Carax himself playing le Dormeur, a man who wakes up and walks through a hidden door in his room and into a movie theater where a packed house, watching King Vidor’s The Crowd, is fast asleep. The focus soon shifts to Carax alter ego Denis Lavant as Monsieur Oscar, a curious character who is being chauffeured around Paris in a white stretch limo driven by the elegant Céline (Édith Scob). Oscar has a list of assignments for the day that involve his putting on elaborate costumes — including revisiting his sewer character from Merde, Carax’s contribution to the 2009 omnibus Tokyo! that also included shorts by Michel Gondry and Bon Joon-ho — and becoming immersed in scenes that might or might not be staged, blurring the lines between fiction and reality within, of course, a completely fictional world to begin with. It is as if each scene is a separate little movie, and indeed, Carax, whose middle name is Oscar, has said that he made Holy Motors after several other projects fell through, so perhaps he has melded many of those ideas into this fabulously abstruse tale that constantly reinvents itself. The film is also a loving tribute to Paris, the cinema, and the art of storytelling, with direct and indirect references to Franz Kafka, E. T. A. Hoffman, Charlie Chaplin, Lon Chaney, Eadweard Muybridge, Georges Franju, and others. (Scob, who starred in Franju’s Eyes Without a Face, at one point even pulls out a mask similar to the one she wore in that classic thriller.) The outstanding cast also features Kylie Minogue, who does indeed get to sing; Eva Mendes as a robotic model; and Michel Piccoli as the mysterious Man with the Birthmark. Holy Motors returns for a pair of midnight screenings at the IFC Center following its four-month run there; catch it while you can on the big screen and prepare to be dazzled.
In writer-director Mike Leigh’s controversial Naked, David Thewlis is mesmerizing as Johnny, a drifter on the run from Manchester who shows up at the London apartment of an old girlfriend, Louise (Lynda Steadman), and develops a strange attraction for Louise’s roommate, Sophie (the excellent Katrin Cartlidge). Leigh, who earned Best Director honors at Cannes for the film, fills Naked with desperate characters, desolate streets, and plenty of graphic, lurid detail. Thewlis won numerous acting awards for his brilliant portrayal of a very difficult character for the audience to care about, especially in a film that runs more than two hours. Sitting through Naked is an exhausting, infuriating, ultimately rewarding experience; among the best scenes are the philosophical conversations Johnny has with the night watchman (Peter Wight). Naked is screening in a high-definition digital projection on April 25 as part of the IFC Center series “The Modern School of Film” and will be followed by a discussion with Iron & Wine’s Sam Beam.
