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Anato­my of a Fall – first-look review

22 May 2023

Words by Catherine Bray

Two people lying in the snow, one standing and one prone on the ground.
Two people lying in the snow, one standing and one prone on the ground.
A woman has to stand tri­al after her hus­band dies in sus­pi­cious cir­cum­stances in Jus­tine Tri­et’s com­pelling court­room drama.

Is there a spe­cif­ic word in film crit­i­cism for the kind of real­is­tic dra­ma in which people’s worst night­mares seem to be com­ing true, and if not, should there be? They’re a bit like hor­ror movies, but more tonal­ly plau­si­ble. Think Andy Dufresne get­ting sent to prison in The Shaw­shank Redemp­tion, Humphrey Bogart’s mur­der sus­pect in In a Lone­ly Place, or the fam­i­ly run­ning from an avalanche in Ruben Östlund’s Force Majeure.

The direc­tor Jus­tine Triet’s lat­est is a par­tic­u­lar­ly fine­ly wrought addi­tion to this mini-genre, as mid­dle-class author San­dra (San­dra Hüller) finds her­self stand­ing tri­al for the mur­der of her hus­band, who has died after falling or being pushed from a bal­cony in their scenic chalet in the French Alps. There are no wit­ness­es – their only son Daniel (Milo Macha­do Graner) was out walk­ing with his scene-steal­ing dog Snoop at the time.

But where this film dif­fers from films with sim­i­lar premis­es is that there is no clear antag­o­nist or obvi­ous­ly charm­ing hero here. Fur­ther­more, San­dra ticks a num­ber of box­es for qual­i­ties that are often seen as unlike­able in women: verg­ing on cold, but very assertive, she is unin­ter­est­ed in behav­ing con­ven­tion­al­ly, stand­ing her ground and cen­tring her­self in her own nar­ra­tive in a way that her defence lawyer (in a beau­ti­ful­ly judged per­for­mance from Swann Arlaud) advis­es her to tone down. And yet, while it would have been easy to write the film as a full-throat­ed fem­i­nist roar of frus­tra­tion, Tri­et isn’t inter­est­ed in mak­ing a pat polemic, and she com­pli­cates things by mak­ing San­dra legit­i­mate­ly iffy in a num­ber of ways – for one thing, San­dra doesn’t actu­al­ly have an alibi.

This allows the film to explore the effects of uncer­tain­ty, not just with­in the legal sys­tem, but in the eyes of the view­er. Film­mak­ers and scriptwrit­ers will some­times turn to ambi­gu­i­ty” as a catch-all excuse for mud­dy or tepid writ­ing, but to write uncer­tain­ty in a way that keeps the view­er tense as a coiled spring through­out a hefty two and half hour run­time is a rare gift.

The stand-out scene (in a film with sev­er­al con­tenders) is an argu­ment between San­dra and her late hus­band Samuel (Samuel The­is), seen in flash­back. Unbe­knownst to San­dra, Samuel record­ed audio of the entire fight, a record­ing which the pros­e­cu­tion now has access to. You can’t help but won­der how you your­self would come across in a court­room if some­one taped you los­ing your tem­per. Quite apart from being on tri­al for mur­der, this pub­lic show­cas­ing of some­thing as per­son­al as a fight that cuts to the core of a relationship’s most fun­da­men­tal issues feels more expos­ing than any num­ber of leaked sex tapes ever could.

This is Triet’s fourth fea­ture film, and her con­trol of the mate­r­i­al and com­mit­ment to allow­ing her zesty premise and excep­tion­al cast car­ry the film with­out the need for any pyrotech­nic styl­is­tic quirks or genre trap­pings con­firm her as a major tal­ent at the peak of her pow­ers. It is thrilling to imag­ine the films she will make in future, but also to lux­u­ri­ate in the per­fect com­po­sure of this film, which doesn’t con­tain a sin­gle false note. And speak­ing of notes: after watch­ing this film, you’ll nev­er lis­ten to 50 Cent’s P.I.M.P. the same way again: a cov­er of the song by the Bacao Rhythm and Steel Band is prac­ti­cal­ly a char­ac­ter in the film in its own right, in a way that is too dar­ing and deli­cious to spoil here.

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