“The Son”
This stylish Belgian indie convincingly pits a teacher against a teenager, but all the showy camerawork is a pain in the neck.
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“The Son,” the latest movie from the Belgian directing team of Jean-Pierre and Luc Dardenne, is an interesting piece of filmmaking, if interesting is what you’re after. In “The Son,” the Dardennes (“La Promesse,” “Rosetta”) are loyal slaves to their technique: Here they’re obsessively devoted to sophisticated-primitive camera angles — most of the time their lens is pointed searchingly, and obtusely, toward the back of the lead actor’s neck. The sight of that pale, pudgy nape becomes a symbol of all that we can never know about his character: his desires and motivations, the deepest, most painful secrets of his heart.
But how much we actually care about the back of Olivier Gourmet’s neck depends on how much of an emotional investment we’re prepared to make in the Dardennes’ movie. They meet us only a few steps of the way and turn their backs on us as we stumble earnestly through their spare, barren landscape of a story.
That story’s lonely central figure is Olivier (Olivier Gourmet, who has also appeared in “La Promesse” and “Rosetta”), a quiet, reclusive carpentry instructor at a vocational center who becomes distressed when a new pupil, 16-year-old Francis (Morgan Marinne), is placed in his class. We don’t know why Francis’ presence troubles Olivier so much, and it’s a while before we find out; the Dardennes (who also wrote the screenplay) know that the only way to keep us on the hook is to let the mystery unfold slowly. But despite the fact that we see little of Olivier’s face — his eyes, when the Dardennes’ camera shows them to us, are unreadable apostrophes behind thick eyeglass lenses — we do see that Olivier has become somewhat obsessed with Francis. Olivier’s ex-wife, Magali (Isabella Soupart), who knows Francis’ secret, is shocked and horrified that Olivier would take such an interest in him: She can’t read his motives or his feelings; he’s even more of a resolutely closed book to her than he is to us.
When we finally learn precisely what the bond between Olivier and Francis is, it’s easy enough to understand why Olivier’s feelings are so murky and conflicted. The emotional core of “The Son” is sound enough, if you can get to it. The trouble is that the Dardennes demand that we work toward those feelings by suffering through their allegedly daring, innovative technique: The movie’s style (all shaky hand-held swoops and claustrophobic close-ups, punctuated by the occasional annoying whine of a random power tool) seems purposely set up as an obstacle course. The truth is that the Dardennes’ story might seem too simple, too thin, without it; the tale needs all the extra weight it can get.
Stephanie Zacharek is a senior writer for Salon Arts & Entertainment. More Stephanie Zacharek.




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