Sally Potter's sumptuously
photographed meditation on the cycle of life, love, identity, race and
religion is told in Shakespearian style "iambic pentameter" prose. Not
quite a modern take on Shakespeare - his writing would be more like Quentin
Tarantino does the West Wing if he were around today - but a fascinating
screenplay none the less and, if there is any justice in the world, it
will surely be recognised at the Oscars.
She (performance of a
lifetime from Joan Allen) is a scientist, dealing with the very stuff of
life while stuck in a loveless marriage to her adulterous husband (Sam
Neil). They live a house as spartan and sterile as their childless marriage,
her only joy is acting as an adult confidant to her teenage goddaughter.
A chance meeting with romantic Middle Eastern chef, He (Simon Abkarian),
seems to offer the pathway to a more poetic existence…
These are characters dealing
with life from opposite ends of the spectrum. While She examines sperm
cells and eggs under a microscope, He, we later find, is a qualified surgeon
from Beirut, now reduced to chopping meat in a restaurant. The couple's
erotic and tempestuous affair examines cultural identity in post 9/11 London
(significantly, filming started on 12th Sept 2001 and the film was released
shortly after the London bombings).
Ultimately, it's a film
about saying YES to life and how diversification adds poetic substance
to our otherwise stale lives. Even the microscopes used by She to examine
our multiplying and mutating genetic code have a life of their own, the
lenses appearing as bulbous alien eyes under their dust mask covers.
Dirt here is not something
that can be swept away, but is regenerative and needs to be confronted.
Images of cleaners occur throughout the film, frantically trying to clear
up the emotional mess the characters leave in their wake. The ever-wonderful
Shirley Henderson, as She's maid, provides a kind of Greek chorus commentary,
her delightful monologues neatly top & tailing this lyrical film.
The rhyming dialogue,
far from being a gimmick, adds metaphorical clout to the script without
distracting from the performances in any way. Praise also to Sam Neil for
his air guitaring to BB King and Eric Clapton, one of the most memorable
cinema moments of the year.
Patrick
Bliss