Familiar Routine and Manufactured Dread in The Anchorage

As Never Let Me Go touches on themes developed with far greater artistic force in Au hasard Balthazar, so C.W. Winter and Anders Edström’s The Anchorage uses a narrative structure introduced to more powerful effect 35 years ago in Chantal Akerman’s Jeanne Dielman.

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The Anchorage
Directed by C.W. Winter and Anders Edstrom
September 17 through 23
Anthology Film Archives

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• Jeanne Dielman
• Anchorage
• Chantal Akerman
• Val Lewton
• Lisandro Alonso

Akerman’s film famously focused in ritualistic detail at considerable length on its eponymous protagonist’s daily routine, and its rupture. The Anchorage pushes the Dielman scenario further toward documentary and heightens the suspense—which might be defined as the desire for something awful to happen. A middle-aged woman (co-director Edström’s mother, Ulla) lives alone on a small island off the coast of Sweden (perhaps her actual home). She awakens each day before dawn and walks through the forest to the rocky harbor for an icy plunge into the Baltic before embarking on the day’s chores. On the evening of day one, a man is glimpsed walking (too closely) past her house; on the afternoon of day two, she notices an unfamiliar boat moored at the landing. That evening, the wind whistles in the trees and . . . suffice it to say that The Anchorage so successfully traffics in dread that its audacious punch line feels like a parody of Jeanne Dielman.

Although a series of mainly static middle shots, using available light, The Anchorage has little of Dielman’s rigorous geometry. If anything, the seemingly slapdash, purposefully decentered compositions are closer to those of Argentine minimalist Lisandro Alonso. There’s nothing arty about the movie, except for its premise and an odd echo of my favorite recent critical non sequitur: “Is every important, progressive film of today a remake of Jacques Tourneur’s I Walked With a Zombie (1943)?” Dr. Adrian Martin wonders in an online review of Our Beloved Month of August. Guess so: The makers of The Anchorage cite that Val Lewton film itself as the credit for their subtly spooky sound design.