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The Devil's Backbonedirected by the Mexican filmmaker Guillermo del Toro, best known for his arty vampire flick Cronos and overblown genetic-horror tract Mimicis an experiment in anti-fascist supernaturalism set late in the Spanish Civil War, shortly before the fall of Catalonia. Largely confined to a single, crumbling location, the movie is an expert, sunlit chiller audaciously predicated on an unquiet historical memory: "What is a ghost?" an introductory title asks. "A tragedy condemned to repeat itself again and again." Different folks may find different tragic recurrences in the fall of the Spanish Republic. Del Toro is concerned mainly with the massacre of the innocent.
The movie opens with the newly (and unknowingly) orphaned Carlos, 12, deposited in a boys' boarding school on a dusty, golden plain. This isolated institution, apparently run by leftists for the children of the Republican militia, is not exactly the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Still, the place is creaky with guilty secrets, hidden treasure, whispered warnings, and superstitious lore. Indeed, it's transfixed by the miracle of its own existencehaving miraculously survived a direct hit during an air raid. For all its dank basements and sinister corridors, the school is oriented around the unexploded shell partially buried in the central courtyard. The kids imagine the bomb to be alive, just as they know that their school is haunted by a pale little poltergeistthe restless spirit of a boy who died during the raid.
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Less excessive and more atmospheric than del Toro's earlier films, The Devil's Backbone is bathed in an amber light that burnishes the image to a fine surface gloss. Its agenda is ambitious. Del Toro's screenplay is a discomfiting mix of gothic thriller, boy's adventure story, and political allegory. This visually coherent but thematically cacophonous universe seems analogous to the queasy clash of elements in a painting like Dalí's Soft Construction With Boiled Beans (itself a reflection of the Spanish Civil War), with its lurid combination of representational and biomorphic forms positioned in a deep, desolate space. The elements can never completely be reconciled; the movie is uncanny primarily in its disjunction.
Searching for an appropriately mythic vocabulary for this material, del Toro has not abandoned his fondness for pulp. Rather than Cronenbergian body horror and insect fear, however, The Devil's Backbone is well furnished with Buñuelian touches. In addition to some anti-clerical gibes, these range from the school's one-legged headmistress, Carmen (Marisa Paredes), and the jars of deformed stillborn babies that the kindly old school doctor, Cásares (Federico Luppi), keeps pickled in rum to the sadomasochistic oedipal triangle between these two parental figures and Jacinto (Eduardo Noriega), the virile former student who serves as the school caretaker.
Is the filmmaker looking for a way to resuscitate the horror genre with new meaning, or is he trying to reanimate the nightmare of history? The correspondences between The Devil's Backbone and Spain's agony are far more general than specificevidently, del Toro originally wanted to set the movie during a Mexican upheavalbut as the Republic disintegrates, the horror grows increasingly political. The movie's scariest scene has Cásares witness Franco's victorious forces summarily executing captured members of the international brigade. Once it becomes obvious that Spanish democracy is doomed, Carmen and Cásares seek to escapenot least from the increasingly fascistic Jacinto.
In the end, the schoollong poised on the edge of extinctioncomes to seem the Republic's mournful ghost. Struggling against the dead hand of the past, The Devil's Backbone naturally devolves into a revenge story, albeit a quasi-Marxist one. As the weak unite against the strong, history is not so much rewritten as reimagined.
The opening scene of Todd Field's highly regarded first feature, In the Bedroom, has a pair of young lovers frisking in a dappled meadow, oblivious to unhappy fate. The movie, set in a coastal town in Maine, initially seems like a family idyll. The summer before Frank (Nick Stahl) leaves for college, he gets involved in a torrid affair with Nathalie (winsome Marisa Tomei), an older woman with two kids and a violently unstable ex-husband (William Mapother). Frank's father (Tom Wilkinson), the local doctor, seems pleased to have Nathalie sashaying around the house; Frank's disapproving mother (Sissy Spacek), a music teacher, has premonitions of disaster, and she's right.
Dealing with the death of a child, In the Bedroom invokes and even dwells upon the heaviest of all emotional situations. Imprisoned in their respective solitudesand the too cozy social mores of their small townFrank's parents can barely converse, let alone offer any consolation to each other. Their pain is complicated by the fact that the well-connected, insolently frosted-hair killer is clearly going to get off lightly for his crime. (Proof that the movie takes place in a parallel universe: No one ever mentions O.J. Simpson.)
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