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The Plough – first-look review

22 Feb 2023

Words by Rafa Sales Ross

An elderly woman with white hair embracing an elderly man with a serious expression on his face.
An elderly woman with white hair embracing an elderly man with a serious expression on his face.
Philippe Gar­rel enlists his three chil­dren for this fam­i­ly affair, in which a fam­i­ly of artis­tic pup­peteers grap­ple with their patri­arch’s passing.

The pup­pet has long embod­ied ideas of life and death, the vis­i­ble and the invis­i­ble, body and soul. In Plato’s Alle­go­ry of the Cave, a group of pris­on­ers trapped in a cage makes sense of their sen­so­ry-deprived world through the shad­ows of pup­pets on the stony walls of their entrap­ment. The pup­peteer, then, holds the pow­er to con­struct and destruct real­i­ty, manip­u­lat­ing the pris­on­ers’ per­cep­tion of the world at their will. 

In Philippe Garrel’s The Plough, the unnamed Father (Aurélien Reco­ing) is both a lit­er­al and metaphor­i­cal pup­peteer. Lit­er­al in a sense he is in fact an enthu­si­as­tic pup­peteer and the head of a suc­cess­ful tour­ing the­atre com­pa­ny, and metaphor­i­cal­ly because he is the builder whose hands have shaped the world of his three kids, who have all grown to join him in his craft. 

The chil­dren are Martha (Esther Gar­rel), Léna (Léna Gar­rel) and Louis (Louis Gar­rel), played by the French filmmaker’s real-life off­spring. They are togeth­er onscreen under their father’s direc­tion for the very first time in Garrel’s almost sex­a­ge­nary career, with the direc­tor swift­ly thread­ing the blurred lines between fact and fic­tion to weave a nuanced explo­ration of the dichoto­my between lega­cy and voca­tion. This chasm is exam­ined by Gar­rel both in and out of the die­ge­sis, his pres­ence ever-lingering. 

Par­al­lel to the main quar­tet is a hand­ful of end­less­ly charm­ing satel­lite char­ac­ters, from the spir­it­ed grand­moth­er (Francine Bergé) who serves as a nifty con­nec­tor to the roman­tic idea of her­itage, to Louis’ best friend Pieter (Damien Mon­gin), a tor­tured aspir­ing painter turned sur­ro­gate sib­ling. The eclec­tic bunch comes in and out of a large town­house nest­ed in the bucol­ic sub­urbs, shar­ing bread and bur­dens with the lov­ing spirit­ed­ness that sprawls from inti­mate cama­raderie as they make their way to and from the roco­co castelet that gives the film its name. 

When tragedy comes knock­ing, the trio of sib­lings, much like the pris­on­ers in Plato’s tale, is con­front­ed with the sight of a world pre­vi­ous­ly obscured. And, much like the pris­on­ers in Plato’s tale, become aware of the pow­er — and the pain — that comes with free will. Out of the nest they go, stum­bling as new­borns but nev­er des­ti­tute, find­ing each oth­er and oth­ers anew, falling in and out of love with peo­ple and dreams and life. As the out­side seeps in, the wood­en foun­da­tion of the stage they once shared becomes kin­dling for the fire that burns away at a bridge they will nev­er cross again. 

As in much of Garrel’s work, The Plough strips down its char­ac­ters to the bones of the arche­typ­al. Rooms con­tract in inti­ma­cy and expand in pos­si­bil­i­ty as the sib­lings redis­cov­er one anoth­er once freed from the shack­les of expec­ta­tion. They are as mal­leable as the hol­low-cored pup­pets, messy and wit­ty and whole, life and death, the vis­i­ble and the invis­i­ble, body and soul.

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