I can’t believe that I’ve made it to my fourth film festival in London! I’ve been living here for a little over three years now, and so much has changed since I moved in 2016, but going to the festival was one of the most exciting things I got to do when I first moved and I still love finding the time to catch as many extraordinary new films as I can each year.
Thankfully my work trip this year was the week after the festival (in 2018, both events clashed and I could only catch two films on the very last day), but it was a crazy busy week at work and I crammed three screenings on Monday to Wednesday evenings, forgoing the sleep and rest I should really have been having.
It was worth it though, as I got to catch three very different and challenging films, all from unique contexts and dealing with very varied subjects. What struck me is all the films were overtly about the state of their respective nations and dealt with supremely personal stories within a wider political and social background.
And Then We Danced (2019, Levan Akin)
I’ve never seen a film from or about Georgia before, so I jumped at the chance to see this (we were lucky to get in, the screening had sold out but we thankfully got some returned tickets waiting in the queue outside). Hearing stories about Georgia from a very good friend, and getting glimpses of the culture and food during a visit to Moscow a few years ago, I’ve ever since been fascinated in learning more and would absolutely love to visit Tbilisi one day.
This film centres around the importance of traditional Georgian dance, a distinct form of movement which tells stories of local customs and costumes, military events, family relationships and celebrations. We follow Merab, studying the dance at the Georgian National Ensemble and aiming to earn a coveted lead dancer role. He’s been dancing since childhood with his long-term dance partner and somewhat girlfriend Mary. He comes from a bit of a broken family, maligned in the wider community, with divorced parents and an older brother who can’t keep a job and has dropped out of dance classes.
Into this mix arrives Irakli, an unusual and charismatic new student who’s arrived from another town. He’s masculine but unconventional in a way which often rubs up the domineering dance teacher the wrong way. Despite knowing he’s a major rival for the lead dancer position, Merab finds himself drawn to Irakli in a way which he has never felt before, and which could shift everything for him.
The film itself is so handsomely shot, and the dance sequences are thrilling to see where the camera gets stuck in on the faces and gestures of Merab in particular. At first I wasn’t totally bowled over by the plot, which overall was predictable and followed the beats of other similar films, not least Call Me by Your Name in its depiction of youthful self-discovery and sexual awakening. But I found images and scenes kept coming to mind for days afterwards and there were particular sensations and sequences to it which moved me and appealed personally.
Levan Gelbakhiani gives a fantastically raw performance, occupiying so much of the frame and conveying so much with his big expressive eyes and physicality. As our guide to this world, he’s great company to be with and the resonance of getting to be a part of Merab’s personal journey was another thing which struck me more so in the days after.
There were also similarities in plot and structure to another film I saw this year called Rafiki, a Nigerian film about the blossoming romance between two girls in a homophobic society. Hearing the Q&A with director Levin Akin brought home the importance of films like these. Despite my misgivings about the conventionality of the plots for both films, both are brave documents of life in more hostile nations for repressed minorities and both attempt to offer a glimpse of the vitality and humanity of these people and hopefully offer a perspective to both those whithin the countries who lack understanding and outsiders like me who can’t fully grasp what life can be like in these nations I’ve never visited. Akin said the film was inspired by stories of how Tbilisi’s first small pride march in 2013 was beset by violent mobs and how he wanted to give voice to those who young people in the country.
La Llorona (2019, Jayro Bustamante)
And no, this isn’t The Curse of La Llorona, that film from the Conjuring universe of ‘jumpy jumpy scare scare ghosts running at the camera’ films. This is a serious and oblique Guatemalan film, although one which indeed uses the legend of La Llorona to tell a ghost story as allegorical fable.
The legend of La Llorona is known across Latin America as the tale of the Weeping Woman, who was abandoned by her husband and ultimately drowned her two children out of grief and anger. She is said to wander for all eternity looking for her lost children and bringing misfortune to those around her. The sound of a woman weeping is pivotal to this film.
Enrique is a former dictator of Guatemala whose army led a violent coup, resulting in the massacre of thousands of mainly indigenous people in the state. He is on trial for war crimes, and whilst found guilty ultimately escapes without punishment and is free to return to his mansion. Trapped inside by huge crowds of noisy protestors, he and his wife Carmen (who stood staunchly by his side despite knowing his infidelity), daughter Natalia (a doctor who supports the family but finds herself questioning her loyalties) and granddaughter Sara. One night, Enrique hears the sound of a woman weeping and almost shoots his wife attempting to stalk and find the woman. His family dismiss this as the delusions of a failing mind, but the story is enough to scare of the majority of the indigenous staff who take the legend seriously. In their place, they hire a new maid called Alma, an indigenous woman who’s long hair, blank expression and spectral movements makes her a ghostly presence in this new house.
Starting out with tropes of a ghost story, these quickly take a step back to address the consequences of real life horrors which must surely still ring raw within parts of South America. The beliefs and resolves of all the women within the house are pushed and tested as their forced isolation pushes them to greater degrees of madness. What I respected about this film was how it used the supernatural tropes, but didn’t allow these to overwhelm or distract from the more grounded subject matter. It’s a period of history which has left scars both physical and psychological, and this family in their gated community are forced to confront the traumas that were committed in their name. It’s subtly quite a powerful film which addresses difficult subject matter creatively, even if some themes and subplots were less well-addressed as I would have liked.
Divine Love (2019, Gabriel Mascaro)
Last but not least was one of the strangest and most beguiling films I’ve seen in a while. It wasn’t the easiest of viewings, and it was a film which refused to give simple explanations or offer any sort of conventional storytelling. I had to admire its imagination and how fully it ingratiated us in this near-future world, even if the amount of ideas covered can be a little much and ultimately some themes are disappointingly not explored as fully as others.
From what little I know about the current state of Brazilian politics and society, Divine Love reads as a scathing if subtle critique of the shift towards extreme right wing ideology and state interventions in everyday lives. In 2027 Brazil, society has become increasingly non-secular. Citizens are treated hierarchically – where married couples and pregnant women are prized above all others. Priests offer confessions at gaudily decorated drive-thru centres. Huge neon-drenched religious raves profess messages of God alongside the dance music.
We follow Joana, who works at the government offices dealing with citizen’s personal records. Her main duty is processing divorce requests, but frequently she uses her position to convince these couples to try to stay together, seeing it as her religious duty to fight for the longevity of every marriage. Often she invites these couples to an underground marriage therapy group called Divine Love, where a priestess leads group therapy and attendants perform unusual trust exercises and engage in ritualistic sexual acts.
But Joana’s faith is being tested. After many years together, she and her husband Danilo have still been unable to conceive a child. New age fertility treatments and Divine Love sessions can only help so much, and Joana finds herself increasingly distraught at what she figures as is punishment for her religious failings, despite her devotion and the large number of happy couples she has worked to keep together – seeing her desk job as fulfilling the Lord’s work.
The film is narrated prophetically and perhaps mockingly by a child, calmly setting the scene from an almost omnipotent standpoint. Divine Love tries to be both a parable of both a personal crisis of faith as well as speculative study of fundamentalist religion cohabiting with the state. Ultimately for me personally, the personal story was too allegorical to fully ingratiate me within Joana’s journey, with a story that prefers you ponder at arm’s length. But the overall setting of the story, the production design and vision of the future is remarkable and enthralling to watch.