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The For­giv­en – first-look review

13 Sep 2021

Words by Saffron Maeve

Two people, a man and a woman, standing in front of a blue car at night. The man has grey hair and is wearing a light blue shirt, while the woman has blonde hair and is wearing a beige blouse.
Two people, a man and a woman, standing in front of a blue car at night. The man has grey hair and is wearing a light blue shirt, while the woman has blonde hair and is wearing a beige blouse.
Jes­si­ca Chas­tain and Ralph Fiennes spend a fate­ful week­end in Moroc­co in John Michael McDonagh’s scabrous class satire.

There is a cer­tain kind of atone­ment reserved for a cer­tain kind of man: smug, dog­mat­ic, well-schooled and nev­er at pains to show it. A bit despi­ca­ble – you know the type. He will atone on his terms only when it’s advan­ta­geous to do so. And he will be for­giv­en. This man is the main­stay of John Michael McDonagh’s The For­giv­en, an adap­ta­tion of Lawrence Osborne’s 2012 nov­el about a love­less cou­ple spad­ing through the fall­out of a fatal accident.

David Hen­ninger (Ralph Fiennes) and his wife Jo (Jes­si­ca Chas­tain) are en route to a Moroc­can bac­cha­nal – held in a con­vert­ed ksar by a world­ly cou­ple (Matt Smith and Caleb Landry-Jones, an odd­ly com­pelling pair­ing) – when they hit and kill a local boy sell­ing fos­sils by the road. David had been drink­ing all day (as Jo main­tains, he is a high-func­tion­ing alco­holic”); the two were squab­bling over direc­tions; it was dark, and the head­lights only stretched so far.

The pair arrive at the par­ty with the young Driss – a detail that the Moroc­can staff must con­stant­ly reit­er­ate to the for­eign­ers – laid out across the back­seat. David, whose moral com­pass appears peren­ni­al­ly frac­tured, is more annoyed than any­thing. The hosts, too, view the death as a blight on their week­end. The group are prepped to buy-off local police and car­ry on unscathed, until Abdel­lah (Ismael Kanater), the father of the deceased, arrives out­side the villa’s gates.

Come to col­lect Driss’ body, Abdel­lah com­pels David to accom­pa­ny him back to their town to pay his respects dur­ing the bur­ial. It’s the right thing to do, so says every­one but Jo, and the fam­i­ly are unlike­ly to extort or bru­talise David as they fear the author­i­ties. He bit­ter­ly relents, set­ting off into the desert, while Jo stays back and cosies up to Tom (Christo­pher Abbott), a slut­ty, irri­tat­ing­ly-wit­ty hedonist.

While unsur­pris­ing­ly well-act­ed, The Forgiven’s strengths lie not with its leads but with Smith, Landry-Jones and Abbott, whose var­ied takes on the same swollen-head­ed, aris­to­crat­ic car­i­ca­ture lend some lev­i­ty to an increas­ing­ly fraught nar­ra­tive. Fiennes and Chas­tain loathe each oth­er well, con­vinc­ing­ly bick­er­ing about what­ev­er emerges from the other’s mouth while still ensur­ing enough care to sug­gest a history.

It’s unclear who The For­giv­en is for, though. The film adopts a pathol­o­gy sim­i­lar to Lucre­cia Martel’s The Head­less Woman, but is decid­ed­ly less effec­tive at sur­vey­ing social stra­ta. McDon­agh prods at the über-wealthy, allow­ing his A‑listers to jock­ey for the title of Worst Debauchee, but he does more to scold their mate­ri­al­ism than the broad­er sys­tems work­ing against the impov­er­ished locals.

Buried deep under this wealthy couple’s joint enlight­en­ment is a more ambi­tious the­sis about impe­r­i­al vio­lence and exploita­tive tourism, one view­ers nev­er get to see.

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