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The Beast in the Jun­gle – first-look review

17 Feb 2023

Words by Marina Ashioti

Crowd of people dancing, mostly young women, in vibrant red and orange lighting.
Crowd of people dancing, mostly young women, in vibrant red and orange lighting.
Patric Chi­ha loose­ly inter­prets Hen­ry James in this hazy, seduc­tive night­club-set drama.

Do you ever yearn?” a pen­sieve Kramer asks George in an episode of Sein­feld. George reluc­tant­ly responds, Yearn? Do I yearn?”, and Kramer leans clos­er – I yearn. Often I sit and yearn. Have you yearned?” George is seem­ing­ly unable to fath­om the con­cept, but after a moment’s pause, responds to his friend’s exis­ten­tial prob­ing: Well, not recent­ly. I crave. I crave all the time, con­stant crav­ing… but I haven’t yearned.” Yearn­ing is a strange, volatile beast, and its absent pres­ence is per­fect­ly embod­ied through John Marcher, the trag­ic pro­tag­o­nist of Hen­ry James’ ver­tig­i­nous novel­la, The Beast in the Jungle.

Patric Chi­ha takes lib­er­ties with this source mate­r­i­al for his fifth fea­ture, stretch­ing Hen­ry James’ time­less tale into a con­tem­po­rary, French-lan­guage adap­ta­tion set in the haze of a huge, name­less and shape-shift­ing night­club. Set to the nar­ra­tion of Béa­trice Dalle, who plays a mys­te­ri­ous fig­ure known as the Phys­iog­n­o­mist, the film opens with a shot angled at May’s (Anaïs Demousti­er) high heels clack­ing on a cob­bled street as she heads out to meet her friends at the nightclub.

Once she arrives, she spots the frigid fig­ure of John (Tom Merci­er) amid a sea of sway­ing bod­ies, and recog­nis­es him as the boy with a secret” who left a last­ing impres­sion on her when they met on the bleach­ers of a street par­ty years ago. Merci­er imbues John with a stilt­ed, beguil­ing phys­i­cal­i­ty and a con­stant­ly vacant stare, while Demousti­er is mag­net­ic as the seduc­tive May (with great gowns, beau­ti­ful gowns to boot).

Chi­ha has a strong eye and ear for detail, and each nee­dle drop pro­vides some­what of a chrono­log­i­cal frame to guide us through the atem­po­ral are­na of the film. On the dance­floor, indi­vid­ual bod­ies merge and become part of a kinet­ic tableau, a mer­cu­r­ial col­lec­tive organ­ism burst­ing with inti­ma­cy and sen­su­al­i­ty and plung­ing into a trans­for­ma­tive, flu­id abyss to the tune of icon­ic dance, dis­co, tech­no and house beats.

Years pass, and in the long course of their friend­ship, the two dis­cuss John’s pre­mo­ni­tion that a tremen­dous event will take place and pro­found­ly over­take his life – some­thing big­ger than us, some­thing absolute”. Each new year cel­e­bra­tion between 1976 and 2004 in the night­club seem­ing­ly brings us clos­er to the mys­te­ri­ous event that John anticipates.

Sel­dom do we break away from the lus­cious, sul­try atmos­phere of this enor­mous club – the tit­u­lar jun­gle – which is enveloped in the warmth of sat­u­rat­ed orange hues and slith­ers of cig­a­rette smoke, evok­ing some­thing plucked out of a Fass­binder colour palette. It’s a space out­side of tem­po­ral order – entire­ly out of joint, where the pro­tag­o­nists are sus­pend­ed in a per­pet­u­al lim­bo of a twist­ed wait­ing game, a yearn­ing for mean­ing that’s pre­des­tined to arrive too late.

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