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MMXX – first-look review

24 Sep 2023

Words by David Jenkins

Cosy domestic scene with a person lying on a sofa in a living room with bookshelves and potted plants.
Cosy domestic scene with a person lying on a sofa in a living room with bookshelves and potted plants.
The lat­est from Roman­ian film­mak­er Cristi Puiu com­pris­es four salty slices of pan­dem­ic-era life which range from the out­ward­ly com­ic to the overt­ly grizzly.

A quar­tet of nar­ra­tive frag­ments unfold in the shape of an exquis­ite corpse in MMXX, the loqua­cious lat­est from the great Roman­ian auteur Cristi Puiu. The title is the roman numer­al equiv­a­lent of 2020, and this is a film which appears to extend some of the gripes that the writer-direc­tor pub­licly aired while pro­mot­ing his (superla­tive) pre­vi­ous fea­ture, Malmkrog, in the peri­od when the pan­dem­ic had ini­tial­ly plateaued and film fes­ti­vals were once more open for social­ly-dis­tanced business. 

Orig­i­nal­ly he was angered with the top-down ram­i­fi­ca­tions of blind­ly abid­ing by gov­ern­ment health pro­ce­dure, par­tic­u­lar­ly in a coun­try where most could still smell the vapours of the total­i­tar­i­an Ceaușes­cu régime that was top­pled in 1989. This is not an out­right pro­pa­gan­da film, and Puiu is such a skilled and sub­tle drama­tist that it would take an eagle-eyed (and eared) view­er to pick out any hint of polemic-by-proxy. Yet the lifestyle, para­pher­na­lia and added lay­ers of domes­tic fren­zy that derived from the pan­dem­ic era all fea­ture in the back­drop to these four supreme­ly provoca­tive and artic­u­late shorts. But how much these sto­ries are actu­al­ly catal­ysed or dri­ven by the social dic­tats of 2020 remains up for debate.

The four shorts encom­pass the same broad style, though the first and third are two-han­der dia­logues cap­tured in a sin­gle, unblink­ing take. The sec­ond anec­dote resem­bles the director’s chaot­ic 2016 ensem­ble dra­ma Sier­aneva­da, replete with cacoph­o­nous in-fight­ing, semi-seri­ous plan­dem­ic” con­spir­a­cy the­o­ris­ing and pos­si­bly a world record for phone calls made to dif­fer­ent peo­ple dur­ing 40 min­utes of screen-time. The fourth episode appears to stand alone in that it plays in exter­nal rather than inte­ri­or loca­tions, and sees Puiu riff­ing a lit­tle on genre by pre­sent­ing a key inter­ro­ga­tion in a sex and organ traf­fick­ing ring.

Tonal­ly it’s a mixed bag, as the first sto­ry, in which a har­ried ther­a­pist draws out the nar­cis­sis­tic ten­den­cies of her sub­ject with min­i­mal effort, plays things to a lev­el of com­ic absur­di­ty. The deliv­ery and tim­ing of the dia­logue, plus the sub­tle inter­rup­tions and digres­sions, all add up to an engag­ing and objec­tive piece about med­ical quack­ery and patients with no sense of how oth­er peo­ple live.

The sec­ond piece sees aggres­sion go from the pas­sive to the point­ed as the therapist’s younger broth­er attempts to make rum babas while his oth­er sis­ter, a nurse, des­per­ate­ly tries to assist a heav­i­ly preg­nant friend who’s hav­ing a bad time at a Covid hos­pi­tal. The time it takes to com­plete two lat­er­al flow tests marks the begin­ning and end of the third sto­ry, a some­what mean­der­ing rec­ol­lec­tion between two ambu­lance work­ers of a lurid affair with a gangster’s moll.

Beyond the over­lap of char­ac­ters in the first three films, it’s not at all obvi­ous how these sto­ries con­nect. Yet that’s not par­tic­u­lar­ly detri­men­tal to the plea­sures that the film has to offer. Tak­en togeth­er, the effect is a despair­ing, some­what con­ser­v­a­tive por­trait of mod­ern Roma­nia, one in which venal­i­ty, anger, vio­lence and amoral­i­ty has tak­en over and peo­ple now feel empow­ered to tear one anoth­er – be it body or mind – apart. 

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