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A Fan­tas­tic Woman – first look review

12 Feb 2017

Words by David Jenkins

Two people embracing on a dance floor, lit by colourful stage lights.
Two people embracing on a dance floor, lit by colourful stage lights.
Sebastián Lelio’s fol­low up to 2013’s Glo­ria is a sur­pris­ing­ly inert and cliché-dri­ven por­trait of a trans woman.

It’s real­ly not that much fun when the title of a movie essen­tial­ly instructs how you’re sup­posed to feel about its cen­tral pro­tag­o­nist. It takes rough­ly 20 min­utes of Sebastián Lelio’s Berli­nale com­pe­ti­tion con­tender, A Fan­tas­tic Woman (his fol­low-up to 2013’s acclaimed woman-on-the-pull com­e­dy, Glo­ria), to realise that its nomen­cla­ture isn’t at all ironic.

Con­sid­er­ing the remain­der of the film is casu­al­ly light on plot, it doesn’t leave very much to gnaw on in this lan­guid por­trait of a trans woman who suf­fers not unex­pect­ed reper­cus­sions when her old­er male part­ner sud­den­ly carks it post coitus. Daniela Vega’s stone-faced, lantern-jawed Mari­na is a stur­dy saint with legs like a foot­ball play­er who suf­fers the grace­less slings and arrows of every­one she comes into con­tact with.

The fam­i­ly of her dod­der­ing late part­ner, Orlan­do (Fran­cis­co Reyes), find her pres­ence repel­lant, and they see his deci­sion to cur­tail a 20 year het­ero­sex­u­al mar­riage as noth­ing more than a way to sate a sup­pressed per­ver­sion”. In a fit of roman­tic piqué, he drops every­thing to be with the woman he loves, but it’s Mari­na who has to pick up the jagged pieces when he shuf­fles off too soon.

Sim­i­lar to Ken Loach’s I, Daniel Blake in its mil­i­tant­ly one-sided, good-vs-evil approach to sto­ry­telling, the film lines up a rouge’s gallery of awful, boor­ish, big­ot­ed bas­tards and has them do awful things to the epony­mous hero­ine. We sym­pa­thise rather than empathise for Mari­na, and she is unflap­pable in a way that’s prac­ti­cal, but dra­mat­i­cal­ly unin­ter­est­ing. It’s a polit­i­cal film which says that we all need to grow up and accept the real­ties of the mod­ern world, and that to embrace rather than repel human dif­fer­ence will make every­one more con­tent in the end. Which is fine, it just pur­sues these mod­est ends by pil­ing on the indig­ni­ties and watch­ing intent­ly as the neon sparks fly.

Mat­ters amble along nice­ly, but there’s nowhere too inter­est­ing to go – at one point, dur­ing a depres­sive low, Mari­na diverts into a night­club for a gar­ish fan­ta­sy dance spec­tac­u­lar, and it feels as if Lelio has com­plete­ly giv­en up. Soon after, some pudgy work­men trans­port­ing a giant mir­ror through the streets stop still to allow for an(other) obvi­ous self-image metaphor. And all this is before she’s seen dri­ving around play­ing some sus­pi­cious­ly on-the-nose music cues on the car stereo, a sequence almost as cheap as when the Amer­i­can Hon­ey kids find love in a hope­less place. Most of the poten­tial­ly juicy con­flicts result in rather obvi­ous pub­lic slang-offs, with Orlando’s ex-wife land­ing the role of queen megabitch as she sum­mons Mari­na for a meet­ing and begins to insult her only after receiv­ing her late husband’s car as a peace offering.

Yet the film is qui­et­ly rad­i­cal in its unusu­al­ly demure por­trait of a trans char­ac­ter – by com­par­i­son, this could be seen as the anti-Tan­ger­ine. At the same time, it seems odd that Mari­na hasn’t built up more of an emo­tion­al shield. The film plays as if she has nev­er expe­ri­enced these prob­lems before, and thus has yet to devel­op an ade­quate cop­ing strat­e­gy or a sense of self worth.

Lelio refus­es to offer any detail on her life that isn’t con­tained with­in the time­frame of the movie, which is a bold gam­bit, but makes Mari­na an even more baf­fling­ly blank char­ac­ter than she ini­tial­ly appears. It’s a shame as it’s all put togeth­er with a pas­sion and verve redo­lent of Pedro Almod­ovar at his best, but it lacks his abil­i­ty to sus­tain ten­sion or lace moments of high seri­ous­ness with wild humour.

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