Miséricorde

"Misericordia" is Latin for "mercy," and I gave the clever yet very narrowly contoured screenplay much of it. The performances were excellent, and the antagonist was easy enough to dislike, but there were too many unexplored backstories that needed to fold out; instead, the guesswork laid the story flat because most of the characters were thinly developed despite the available fodder for deep character studies.

The film is not without its philosophical musings on guilt and compassion for forgiveness, so Guiraudie had all the makings of a much greater film in hand.

I am fully aware that Misericordia was chosen for the best film of 2024 by Cahiers du cinéma and nominated for multiple César awards-but without this excellent cast ensemble and the outstanding cinematography, this film should have been a suspense short, not a feature.

Do yourself a favor and avoid this film.

This movie is perfect for teaching how not to make a film. It's the only worth it has.

Everything is poorly executed.

The storytelling is so bad... there's no story. The acting is lame beyond words. You never understand what characters feel, think or what their intentions are.

The main character is the most tasteless, bland person imaginable, who apparently, would sleep with anything that moves, no matter the gender, the age, the size or the religion (literally, he sleeps with a priest).

The movie has no ending, no closure and no point, of course.

I can't understand who on Earth would finance this movie.

It wasn't until after I saw Misericorida that I looked up and found out that the director, Alain Guiraudie, also directed Stranger by the Lake. That was a very good film, principally since in many ways it had a much more compact theme and storyline than Misericorida.

What I found muddled about the film was the introduction of Félix Kysyl as the protagonist Jérémie Pastor. He comes back to town for the funeral of his old boss, yet it's never made clear when and why he and his family lived in the town and why they left. And then there is the whole gayness of what is - or isn't - going on. Some times it's subtle, some times very overt, especially towards the end. And here again, it is confuse about whether Jérémie is or isn't gay. Finally, there is the whole matter of Jérémie's intention - or not - to stay in town after the funeral. Yet, this of course is the underlying tension in the film. Along the way there are some eye rolling plot elements that you just have to look past.

With all that, the story moves along being alternately suspenseful, humorous and even sad. Kysyl is great as the lead. Then there is Catherine Frot as Martine, the grieving widow, and Jacques Develay as the village priest who both give great performances. And the scenery is specatular, making you want to go to France to be in the stunning countryside.

Overall, a good film that is not by the numbers yet also is not without its flaws.

Misericordia takes its time to shoot and when it starts shooting, there is no way you can contain your laughter till it crescendoes in the final shot. With very mild humour peppered across the film, it narrates the story of a taciturn man who visits a village to attend a mentor's funeral. There he meets his mentor's wife, his son, and a priest - who all seem to be saying something else from what they have in mind. What I love about Misericordia is how suddenly it shifts its writing to make the viewer laugh, all in a deadpan style. Reminded me of Deerskin (2019) and The Bra (2018).

(Watched at the 2024 MAMI Mumbai Film Festival.)

The film's qualities are manifold. A script whose progression we never guess at, which keeps the viewer curious, imagining certain developments, some of which never come to pass. Subtle acting direction. Photography and sets that accentuate the drama. The absence of music, which lends permanent weight to all the images. The documentary element on mushrooms. Themes centered on the relationship between the characters: girlfriend, unrequited love, parent-child relationship, homoeroticism, but also humor bordering on parody and the ridiculous.

We understand that Guiraudie must admire Pier Paolo Pasolini's Théorème (1967), not for the universe, the bourgeoisie and the abstraction, but for the homoerotic possibilities. That said, we're not bored with Miséricorde.

Flaws: no empathy for the characters. We follow their evolution through the dramatic arc, but we're not concerned by what happens to them. The parish priest's dialogues at the end take the film away from naturalism and into the realm of the ridiculous or even Z-series, unless it's deliberate humor. But in the end, this is what makes the film so interesting: its constant navigation on the edge of the abyss of indecision and even ridicule, without falling into it.