A Bigger Splash | Little White Lies

A Big­ger Splash

11 Feb 2016 / Released: 12 Feb 2016

Four people walking on a dirt path surrounded by lush greenery.
Four people walking on a dirt path surrounded by lush greenery.
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Anticipation.

I Am Love was a beautifully decadent outlier on the art-house circuit in 2009.

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Enjoyment.

“A trumpets-of-Jericho, white hot fuck.”

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In Retrospect.

A modern cinematic opera – the sun-kissed bacchanal followed by the tempestuous comedown.

Til­da Swin­ton and Ralph Fiennes are in irre­sistible form in this heady roman­tic thriller from Luca Guadagnino.

In an ear­ly scene of Luca Guadagnino’s A Big­ger Splash, his fol­low-up to 2009’s I Am Love, din­ner com­pan­ions admon­ish Har­ry (Ralph Fiennes) over his choice of uri­nal – Har­ry, that’s a grave!” Yeah, well,” he quips, Europe’s a grave!”

Riff­ing on Jacques Deray’s 1969 film La Piscine, A Big­ger Splash pur­sues this death-of-Europe nar­ra­tive with a lev­el of bawdy panache that belies the seri­ous­ness lurk­ing beneath its pol­ished veneer. Cast­ing aside Deray’s more brood­ing eroti­cism, the pic­ture puts for­ward a friski­er, more wan­ton vision of sex­u­al­i­ty. Imag­ine the self-obsessed bour­geois navel-gaz­ing of Lawrence Kasdan’s The Big Chill dis­tort­ed into a sun-kissed bac­cha­nal. It’s a ter­rif­ic pic­ture; cool, las­civ­i­ous and hot as hell.

Til­da Swin­ton plays Mar­i­anne, a rock singer ren­dered tem­porar­i­ly mute. She is hol­i­day­ing in the Ital­ian coun­try­side with her part­ner Paul (Matthias Schoe­naerts), a qui­et, burly pho­tog­ra­ph­er, still reel­ing from a recent sui­cide attempt. Their sojourn is inter­rupt­ed by the unsched­uled arrival of brash, flam­boy­ant Har­ry, a for­mer flame of Mar­i­anne, along with his recent­ly reac­quaint­ed teenage daugh­ter, Pene­lope (Dako­ta Johnson).

A Byron­ic cad, Har­ry – Fiennes at his peak – is a gab­by, preen­ing rake who is clear­ly there to win back Mar­i­anne. In fact, the 19th cen­tu­ry poet proves to be a sur­pris­ing­ly per­va­sive influ­ence; not only does the set­ting recall Vil­la Dio­dati, the man­sion on Lake Gene­va where Byron, flee­ing from debt and rumour, holed up in 1816, but, just as Byron was the last of the Roman­tics, Har­ry him­self feels like the last of their mod­ern day iter­a­tion – a lib­er­tine from the age of the rock star.

Read an inter­view with Luca Guadagni­no exclu­sive­ly in LWLies Weekly

The late-peri­od Rolling Stones are anoth­er fix­a­tion through­out. In a key scene, Har­ry breaks into an impromp­tu dance to Emo­tion­al Res­cue’, the record which marked the end of the band’s gold­en era. Guadagni­no makes A Big­ger Splash feel like Emo­tion­al Res­cue’, with its high gloss and louche mil­lion­aire swag­ger, before shift­ing into the apoc­a­lyp­tic doom boo­gie of Gimme Shel­ter’ (“A storm is threat­en­ing / my very life today”).

The key to this tran­si­tion is Pene­lope. With the cam­era lin­ger­ing over her midriff, she is intro­duced as a slinky, seduc­tive pres­ence, but it soon becomes clear that she, with her sly­ly deployed barbed com­ments, is the savant of the group (eagle-eyed view­ers will note her reveal­ing choice of read­ing mate­r­i­al); the dis­rupter ush­er­ing in the storm.

The third act plot turn which blights La Piscine is beau­ti­ful­ly han­dled in A Big­ger Splash, with the picture’s oper­at­ic struc­ture, along with Guadagnino’s irre­press­ible flair for high melo­dra­ma, ampli­fy­ing the sen­so­ry impact. In the final act, the ten­sions and resent­ments which were hith­er­to con­cealed by car­nal­i­ty bub­ble over.

For much of the film, we’re swept up in its intox­i­cat­ing pre-coital rush. But as dark­ness descends in the clos­ing moments, fin­er points come into greater focus, cul­mi­nat­ing in a moral­ly ambiva­lent epi­taph for the mod­ern Roman­tics; the bohemi­an rock stars and their lib­er­tine pre­tenders. Which brings us full cir­cle to Lord Byron and the end of 19th cen­tu­ry Roman­ti­cism, dying in exile with its prin­ci­pal prog­en­i­tors in Italy and Greece. Per­haps Har­ry is right – Europe is a grave.

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