City Guide to Edinburgh, Scotland

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Left Bank (Linkeroever) Film Review


By K H Brown - Posted on 24 June 2008

EIFF 2008: Left Bank still photo
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Running time: 
102mins
Production: 
Pieter Van Hees (director), Christophe Dirickx (writer), Dimitri Karakatsanis (writer)
Performers: 
Eline Kuppens (Marie), Matthias Schoenaerts (Bobby), Sien Eggers, Marilou Mermans

With a few notable exceptions like Harry Kumel's magnificent lesbian vampire art piece Daughters of Darkness, Belgium is hardly reknowned for its horror cinema. Happily this feature from Pieter Van Hees, who earlier gave us the delightfully tasteless short Black XXX-Mas, proves that national stereotypes are there to be broken, with an intelligent
occult mystery thriller that delivers T&A and shocks for the exploitation horror crowd and more substance for the fantastique and subtext inclined critics.

The story centres around Marie, a young Antwerp woman who has dedicated herself body and soul to qualifying for the European championships in Portugal. Her world then begins to fall apart as,
following the qualifying heat, she collapses. The doctors indicate that she is suffering from iron deficiency – significantly her periods are irregular – and proscribe a month resting; going to the championships is out of the question.

Finding it impossible to stay cooped up at home with her mother, an ageing hippy type who runs a health food store, Marie spontaneously decides to move in with Bobby, an archer and used car salesman she met at the athletics park. They make love and Marie, living a life of not
having to worry about what she eats, drinks, smokes or does for the first time,
falls for Bobby.

Then Marie starts to uncover the secrets of the building, centring around the disappearance of the last inhabitant of the apartment, built on the Left Bank of the River Schelde atop a former dumping ground for the city's poor and diseased. But is it already too late.

Althoug the film features many images of Marie naked or in her underwear, almost as many as there are of her clothed, these prove as much naturalistic as voyeuristic and exploitative. I
particularly appreciated the way in which, getting up in the morning after
making love with Bobby for the first time, Marie didn't move to pull the covers
over herself but instead just got out of bed naked and went about her business:
for once we didn't get that Hollywood self-consciousness about the body, with
those double-height sheets that conveniently cover up the same parts were on
display on screen only a few moments previously.

The horror, suspense and mystery elements could be described as Polanski – most obviously Rosemary's Baby and The Tenant – and The Wicker Man, all classics of realist / mundane horror, crossed with the more supernaturally inclined work of the H P Lovecraft and his disciples (think “Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young”). After an opening stinger we start off in the mundane world, before the gradual accumulation of little signifiers – flowers, Bobby's oroborous medallion, Marie's strange vaginal discharges and non-healing wounds – combines to build an atmosphere of mounting doubt, dread, paranoia and helplessness in the face of an ancient, unknowable evil.

This said, genre fans are likely to guess what's going on sooner that the characters, as when a sealed box labelled samh—n with two letters obscured crops up. Like everyone else they will still be wondering how it's all going to pan out, however.

This ending – which I won't spoil – itself proves vaguely reminiscent of Fulci's Lovecraftian masterpiece The Beyond, in which the heroes found themselves in flat landscape, devoid of detail bar the mummified corpses on the ground that reveal the space to extend in all
directions and none, into infinity. While the same doesn't happen here, in line
with the more earthly, maternal, circular and grounded approach that director Pieter
Van Hees takes in contradistinction to The Beyond's transcendental, there's the
same ambiguous sense Fulci spoke of having neither a happy ending nor an unhappy one.

The filmmakers also keep you wondering about the characters and their motives throughout: if the references to the black hole as “the devil's vagina” (or c-word; seeing as vulgar / vulgate latin doesn't get the more vulgar English translation in the subtitles) are a by-now
predictable invocation of monstrous feminine formulations for the critics to
hang their theoretical hat upon, as is the invocation of the cellar as a
womb-like space to be read through your favourite theory (my own would be
Gaston Bachelard's Poetics of Space) the way in they also play upon movie
stereotypes of Russian migrants as gangsters, pimps and people-traffickers makes for a pleasing reversal or two.

Technically the film is well put together, with some nice use of contrasting techniques in Marie's dreams / nightmares and other subjective sequences, some of which accelerate into an impressionistic blur of fast cuts and camera movements. The scoring is also effective, being
harsh and loud without adopting the nu-metal stylings that have marred so many
recent Hollywood productions.

The performances also work, with newcomer Eline Kuppens making for a credible heroine even if some of the things Marie does do not quite convince, while Mattheas Schoenarts giving Bobby a
convincingly attractive bad boy air. The supporting players exude an air of
authenticity: if these are black magic cultists, then they look just like your
friends and neighbours, being downright average in every other respect.

Left Bank is screening as part of the Edinburgh International Film Festival on Fri 27 june, 9.45pm at Edinburgh Filmhouse