The end of 2011 belonged to
serious, confrontational cinema. Lynne Ramsay’s We Need to Talk about Kevin and Steve McQueen’s Shame (read my review of Shame here: http://ed-is-a-stranger-on-earth.blogspot.nl/2012/02/true-fiction-steve-mcqueens-shame.html) shocked art-house audiences everywhere by
revealing to them the most candid portraits of contemporary society. It is
telling that both films were ignored by the fuddy-duddy fogies at the Academy
Awards. This embarrassing blunder should say more about the Academy than the
two films, which are made of much weightier (and therefore more relevant) stuff
than any of the 2012 Oscar-winners.
Ramsay’s We Need to Talk about Kevin is relentless in the way it broaches
its subjects. Are all mothers naturally maternal? it asks us to consider from
the get-go. We see Eva (a stellar Tilda Swinton) struggle with motherhood,
trying to come to grips with a new addition to her carefree life with her
husband. The fact that the new addition is an autistic(?) sociopath in the
making does not lighten the mood. Eva catches on that there is something
awfully wrong with Kevin – an insidious, manipulative child who embodies a
whole nihilist universe. And yet her maternal obligations – imposed on her by
society – tell her that she must accept and love the child for who he is. The
ending of the film is no surprise to the viewer, as it has already been made
clear from the start that Kevin, as a teenager, has done something monumentally
monstrous. We follow Eva’s attempts to jumpstart her life after the incident,
but at the same time the director continually interrupts the present flow by
showing us snippets of the past, those crucial, irreparable moments which will
haunt Eva for as long as she lives.
The viewer experiences the same
frustration as Eva: he asks himself if it is possible to continue loving a “monster”
as a parent - when the love before had not even come naturally and had to be
simulated. This is where the film’s “shock value” lies. In the end, the viewer
is shown that Eva DOES in fact still see the “monster” as her son (she remains
in the same town, risking ostracisation, just to be close to him), as their
last embrace in the film demonstrates. The message here is loud and grating:
maternal love has nothing to do with rationality.
Another subject the film takes by
the horns is that of born evil - a favourite among the religious and the
teleologically inclined. The film itself does not serve up a rambling view of
it. Its approach to the subject of born evil is as straight as an arrow: as far
as the screenwriter is concerned, it is simply there, and there is no
explanation for its being there. To put it in a more contentious way, evil
cannot be explained through religion, highbrow philosophy or science. It is there
because human nature is where it inhabits. A handful of viewers have found this
unsatisfactory, labelling it a “cop-out.” But I say on the contrary. It needs
no explanation because evil in itself is already self-explanatory.
Anyone who is thinking of starting
a family should first sit down and watch every frame of this film, preferably
with a glass of red wine in hand.
This is intense...
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