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Matthias & Maxime – first look review

23 May 2019

Words by Hannah Strong

Two men sitting on a sofa in a room with bookshelves and framed photos on the walls.
Two men sitting on a sofa in a room with bookshelves and framed photos on the walls.
Xavier Dolan returns to his Québé­cois roots in this soul­ful bal­lad about male friend­ship and unspo­ken desire.

It’s 10 years since Xavier Dolan’s I Killed My Moth­er pre­miered at Cannes in the Director’s Fort­night side­bar. It won three prizes, received inter­na­tion­al acclaim, and announced its mul­ti-hyphen­ate direc­tor-writer-star (just 20 at the time) as one to watch. In 2019 with a fur­ther sev­en films under his belt (four of which also pre­miered at Cannes), he’s old­er, wis­er, but no less earnest.

His return to the south of France comes after tak­ing his pre­vi­ous film to Toron­to Inter­na­tion­al Film Fes­ti­val last Sep­tem­ber where it received a chilly recep­tion, but Xavier has always been a pro at dust­ing him­self off and try­ing again. If The Death and Life of John F Dono­van was a patchy rebel yell stand against his crit­ics, Matthias and Maxime feels like some­thing more ground­ed and decid­ed­ly more mature.

Going back to his Québé­cois roots, the film also marks a return to act­ing in his own work for Dolan, who last did so in 2013’s Tom at the Farm. As Maxime Leduc, he’s a young, slight­ly direc­tion­less but sen­si­tive soul, beat­en down by life and his dom­i­neer­ing addict moth­er. He has a kin­dred spir­it in his best friend Matthias Ruiz (Gabriel D’Almeida Fre­itas), a tal­ent­ed but often self-seri­ous lawyer. Among their rag-tag group of loud friends, they drink and smoke and gen­er­al­ly have a good time, until the pair are gen­tly coerced into star­ring in a friend’s sister’s stu­dent film, which prompts them to reeval­u­ate their rela­tion­ship in light of the scene they share.

It’s famil­iar ter­ri­to­ry for Dolan, whose films always deal with mas­culin­i­ty and sex­u­al­i­ty, but while his past work has veered into melo­dra­ma and some­times felt self-con­scious to the point of dis­trac­tion, there’s an easy con­fi­dence to his lat­est effort. Dolan does his best act­ing work to date as Max, his per­for­mance soul­ful and del­i­cate with­out ever tip­ping into self-indul­gence. As so much of the rela­tion­ship between Max and Matthias is about what the pair don’t say to each oth­er, Dolan and Fre­itas focus on expres­sion­ism; a lin­ger­ing stare, a frus­trat­ed card­ing of hands through hair.

There’s an inter­est­ing dichoto­my between the film’s use of Québé­cois and Eng­lish; Eng­lish is the lan­guage of the younger, more afflu­ent char­ac­ters, who see it as a way to set them­selves apart from the pack. For Max, escape comes in the form of a poten­tial way out of town, but fail­ure to com­mu­ni­cate – lit­er­al­ly and fig­u­ra­tive­ly – con­stant­ly looms large. Dolan focus­es on the aching vul­ner­a­bil­i­ty of his sub­jects, pri­mar­i­ly how they strug­gle to artic­u­late feel­ings they don’t have the lan­guage for. 

It’s also Dolan’s fun­ni­est film to date, less maudlin and trag­ic – relaxed, as though he is final­ly start­ing to take deep breaths. Char­ac­ters joke about Har­ry Pot­ter, trade child­ish insults; more­over, they all seem so at home with each oth­er. That’s no acci­dent of course. Framed with the inti­ma­cy of a home video, the cam­era zooms in and out like an old school Sony cam­corder, cap­tur­ing fleet­ing glances and sec­ond guess­es, the man­ic ener­gy of a house par­ty in full-swing.

We’re all ani­mals,” remarks McAfee, a scuzzy lawyer played to per­fec­tion by Har­ris Dick­in­son. After a decade of pain and glo­ry in the unfor­giv­ing world of film, Dolan under­stands this, but he’s always been free and open with his emo­tions, unafraid to wear his heart on his sleeve. This ten­der­ness shines through in Matthias and Maxime, which reflects the agony and the ecsta­sy of being young and reck­less with such elo­quence, and reminds us that Dolan at his best is a sub­lime­ly tal­ent­ed artist.

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