A
Quiet Delight
A surprise
standout in the competition at Cannes last year, neophyte director
Dominik Moll's With a Friend Like Harry? (Harry, un ami
qui vous veut du bien) is a quiet delight. An insistent, insinuating
film -- both in terms of its plot and characters, and in its impact
on the viewer -- Harry's effects are small-scale but so perfectly
pitched that they never seem small.
Like
his master Alfred Hitchcock, Moll, a German filmmaker working in
France, knows that the greatest terrors come not from ferocious
monsters with blood dripping from their mouths. They reside, rather,
just under the surface of "normal" life, where they benignly lie
in wait for unsuspecting passersby who mistakenly believe boredom
is their greatest enemy. Michel (Laurent Lucas) and Claire (Mathilde
Seigner) and their three small children are zipping down the freeway,
and things are going badly in a way that will be familiar to middle-class
parents all over the world. It's hot, and the kids are screaming.
Michel decides to pop into a rest area for a quick pee and runs
into an old lycée chum, Harry (Spanish actor Sergi Lopez). Michel
can't quite place him, but Harry seems to remember everything about
Michel, even, uncannily, a poem that Michel wrote while at the lycée
and which he has completely forgotten in the meantime.
Harry
quickly takes things in hand. Screaming kids? No problem, Harry's
got air conditioning in his fancy car. He sets himself and his girlfriend
Plum (Sophie Guillemin) up for an invitation back to Michel and
Claire's half-built, jerryrigged vacation home, even though it's
hundreds of miles out of their way. Then, over the next couple of
days, Harry gradually insinuates himself into Michel's family life,
becoming indispensable. Claire's car's a junk heap? No problem,
Harry buys her a new SUV. Michel and Claire are offended by the
impropriety of the gift, but accept it anyway, since, after all,
it does make life easier. Harry believes that every problem has
a solution and it's silly not to avail oneself of it. But when the
problems concern more important things like Michel's bickering,
interfering parents, for example, Harry's solutions begin to seem
a bit, shall we say, disproportionate.
Like
Hitchcock, Moll knows exactly where to put his camera, when to cut,
and when to punctuate his visuals with just the right sound. (Moll
embeds his homage to the master in Harry's full name, Harry Balestrero,
which recalls both Hitchcock's film The Trouble with Harry
and Manny Balestrero, the protagonist of The Wrong Man.)
These Hitchcockian effects are so exactly right that I didn't even
notice most of them until I had seen the film a second time. Moll's
a master at creating and conveying tension, even visually, down
to the level of the jostling, garish colors that purposely crowd
the screen and subliminally suggest the not-so-hidden nightmarish
quality of contemporary suburban life. The film's also hilarious,
in an understated way, with each new "solution" by Harry pushing
the limits of the permissible toward the outrageous. The acting
is thoroughly professional, nothing flashy, Lucas and Seigner simply,
grandly believable as the harried would-be yuppies, Guillemin as
Harry's dumb but sexy and adoring girlfriend, and the terrific Sergi
Lopez, who has a great career ahead of him, as the suave yet strangely
disturbing and obsessive Harry.
At
a deeper level, it's clear that Moll's principal Hitchcockian influence
has come from the classic Strangers on a Train, in which
the two central figures who meet, in fact, as strangers on a train,
are involved in swapping murders of inconvenient family members.
Like the Robert Walker character in the Hitchcock film, Harry, a
deliberately mysterious character whose origins and whose sources
of information are never fully revealed, is clearly the protagonist's
alter-ego, that part in all of us who would dearly love to deal
with hectoring relatives, or even the guy who runs a red light,
by murdering them.
The
great thing about Harry, though, is that it plays so naturally
that you never feel like you're working out some obscurely profound
art film. It's just everyday life, and, as seen by Hitchcock and
Moll, that's profound, and scary, enough.
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