Sundance: The psycho and the sexy Paris hooker
Sundance is polarized by "Simon Killer," with Brady Corbet as an American drifter sliding into madness
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PARK CITY, Utah — How you frame a work of art — where you approach it from and what your expectations are — has everything to do with how you receive it. I can see at least two ways to approach “Simon Killer,” the impressive new film by Antonio Campos that premiered on Friday afternoon at the Sundance Film Festival, to a sharply divided response. Following a young American’s erotic and psychological odyssey through the sex district of Paris, and the inner recesses of his own mind, “Simon Killer” is a brilliantly orchestrated work of cinema in a grimy, 1970s vein. (I particularly thought of “Midnight Cowboy” and “Leaving Las Vegas,” and yes, I know the latter isn’t a ’70s film.) Whether it has anything to say beyond expressing a pretentious, juvenile darkness is hard to tell, however, and the intense ride with a poisonous main character offers little emotional payoff.
Campos is a talented young director who serves as a perfect example of how isolated the indie-film world can be from mainstream pop culture. His stylish, hypnotic debut film, “Afterschool,” set among the technology-addicted denizens of an elite Eastern prep school, made him an immediate brand name among critics, festival programmers and so forth, while attracting very little audience. (I’m not damning with faint praise or anything; I too thought it was terrific.) Then he served as a producer on “Martha Marcy May Marlene,” directed by his friend Sean Durkin. (Those two, along with producer-director Josh Mond, are the principals in the ultra-hip Borderline Films.)
Viewed as the next stage in Campos’ development, and as an exercise in technical virtuosity, “Simon Killer” makes a lot of sense. Shot in long hand-held takes in the streets, bars and apartment buildings of Paris, the film is a mesmerizing sound-and-vision construction, occasionally disintegrating into hallucinogenic strobe effects or music-video interludes. From its first seconds Campos builds an ominous, almost nightmarish atmosphere, plunging us into the world of its title character, a post-collegiate American drifter played by Brady Corbet. Simon has recently had a bad breakup with his long-term girlfriend; he apparently did things that made her frightened (though we don’t exactly know what), and while he’s clearly still in love with her, he can hardly say her name without muttering “whore” or “cunt.”




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