Life is short and death is final.

The latest film by the great French director Claire Denis, 35
Shots of Rum
, concerns family values. The family in the film,
however, is not the traditional familyโ€”the family that’s bonded
by blood, the family whose roots are in agriculture and whose history
predates the birth of the polis. Denis’s family is strictly urban;
meaning, its members have a cultural rather than a natural bond. True,
two members of this family, Lionel (Alex Descas) and Josรฉphine
(Mati Diop), are related (father and daughter); but the other two,
Gabrielle (Nicole Dogue) and Noรฉ (Grรฉgoire Colin), are
not. This is a family of strangers, of displaced souls brought together
by the accident of an apartment building in the suburbs of Paris.

The urban family has a different and deeper set of values that are
not connected by a sense of soil, wholesomeness, health, or devotion,
but by the condition of being with (and close to) others who share the
same fate,
loneness, and melancholy. The urban family exists in a
disenchanted worldโ€”science, capitalism, and cosmopolitanism have
made it clear to everyone that life is short and death is final. All
the urban family has are shared moments in time. “We have not gone on a
trip as a family in a long time,” says Gabrielle, a taxi driver and
Lionel’s former lover. The family of four is in Gabrielle’s cab,
heading to a concert. Suddenly, the cab breaks down. Paris is pouring.
The four find an African cafe. They enter, order food and drinks, and
music begins to play on the stereo. The father dances with his
daughter, then the neighbor Noรฉ dances with the daughter, then
the father dances with the pretty proprietor of the cafe. These are
strangers in a strange place.

Lionel is at the center of this small circle. He operates a commuter
train during the day and at night spends time with his daughter or with
workmates. He is a heavy drinker and occasionally smokes. He clearly
has not recovered (and may never recover) from the death of his
daughter’s mother, a German he met at some unspecified time and place.
Josรฉphine works at a CD store at night and studies economics
during the day. In one scene, her class discusses the problem of third
world debt and the radical ideas of Frantz Fanon and the economic
theories of Joseph Stiglitz. This discussion forms the film’s political
background, in much the same way that the Paris transit strike formed
the political background for Denis’s Vendredi Soir (2002). The
characters in Denis’s films are never political, but the world around
them, the world they move through, is shaped by powerful political
forces.

Noรฉ, Lionel’s neighbor, is a mysterious man who has an old
cat. He is handsome and has eyes (dark eyes) for Josรฉphine.
Gabrielle, the other neighbor, has eyes for Lionel. Somehow all four
manage to get along and to maintain strong bonds.

The film has another kind of familyโ€”the one Denis gathers to
make her films. The members of this close circle are Jean-Pol Fargeau
(Denis’s writing partner), Descas and Colin (her leading men), the
Tindersticks (they have scored three of her Paris films), and of
course, Agnรจs Godard (Denis’s cinematographer). The mood of the
movie is the same as the mood and tone of Denis’s other great
filmsโ€”Trouble Every Day, Nรฉnette and
Boni
, Beau Travail. Nothing is rushed, and moments of
time are cherished (such as when Lionel picks up a red apple from a
fruit bowl or when a young and very black man wearing a bright blue
scarf steps out of an elevator). The music is sad and sweet, the city
drab and human-warm, the characters jaded but vulnerable.

35 Shots of Rum ends in a strange place. The father and
daughter are in a VW van that’s parked on the beach. The daughter is
preparing food; the father is drinking beer; the mighty ocean is behind
them. Dusk fallsโ€”and suddenly, lanterns appear. Yellow, red, and
orange, they float through the dark. We do not know where they came
from or where they are going. This is just one of those moments we
never want to forget because it reminds us of the beauty of the only
world we shall ever know and see our loved ones in. recommended

Charles Mudede—who writes about film, books, music, and his life in Rhodesia, Zimbabwe, the USA, and the UK for The Stranger—was born near a steel plant in Kwe Kwe, Zimbabwe. He has no memory...

2 replies on “Four Is Enough”

  1. Wow. I have not encountered a film review that has sucked so badly. And it’s not even a ‘review’. It basically just describes what happens in a couple of frames.

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