Disco Boy movie review (2024) | Little White Lies

Dis­co Boy review – a bold yet banal char­ac­ter study

27 Mar 2024 / Released: 29 Mar 2024

Three men in military uniforms and hats, one appears to be giving instructions to the others.
Three men in military uniforms and hats, one appears to be giving instructions to the others.
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Anticipation.

Always keen for a Rogowski-fronted drama.

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Enjoyment.

Compelling performances and beautiful cinematography can’t make up for a narrative this thin.

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In Retrospect.

Anyway... [Puts on Beau Travail]

Two men in search of a bet­ter life meet by chance in the Niger Delta – one in the French For­eign Legion, the oth­er a rev­o­lu­tion­ary with dreams of becom­ing a dancer.

With Franz Rogows­ki hav­ing estab­lished him­self as one of the most sin­gu­lar and dis­tinc­tive Euro­pean act­ing tal­ents grac­ing the sil­ver screen today, and fol­low­ing his high­ly-laud­ed per­for­mance in Ira Sachs’ Pas­sages, it’s no sur­prise that audi­ence antic­i­pa­tion lev­els would be high at the prospect of anoth­er Rogows­ki-led dra­ma. In Gia­co­mo Abbruzzese’s fea­ture debut, Rogows­ki plays Alek­sei, a young Belaru­sian who, along with his com­rade in mis­for­tune”, Mikhail (Michał Bal­ic­ki) seeks a new life in France, where he finds him­self trapped in a Faus­t­ian bar­gain. Cling­ing to the promise of a French pass­port, Alek­sei joins the French For­eign Legion, a mil­i­tary corp that grants its for­eign legion­naires a French nation­al­i­ty after three years of service.

Rogows­ki plays the strong-willed, tor­ment­ed Alek­sei with ner­vous ener­gy, apt­ly segue­ing between vul­ner­a­bil­i­ty, fragili­ty and mut­ed machis­mo. Just as we’re about to be pulled into his nar­ra­tive, Abbruzzese shifts his gaze to a vil­lage in the Niger Delta, jux­ta­pos­ing the French For­eign Legion­naires with a guer­ril­la group fight­ing against the oil com­pa­nies that are threat­en­ing their locality’s sur­vival. This is where we meet Jomo (Morr Ndi­aye), the tit­u­lar Dis­co Boy, who we’re led to believe is Aleksei’s alter ego. With all the sub­tle­ty of a sledge­ham­mer, these par­al­lel nar­ra­tives serve to depict an image armed con­flict from shift­ing points of view, until the two men are faced with one anoth­er in the Niger­ian jun­gle, caus­ing their des­tinies to intertwine.

Jar­ring synths shift­ing in and out of phase with­in Vitalic’s dark, abra­sive score, form an impres­sive tapes­try of sound that works well with the film’s chore­o­graph­ic life force. This con­scious­ness roots itself in sequences of tra­di­tion­al, kines­thet­ic dance around bon­fires in Jomo’s vil­lage – most­ly through Jomo’s sis­ter Udo­ka (Laëti­tia Ky) – as well as sequences of the legion­naires’ night­club out­ings, train­ing exer­cis­es and assault cours­es (in one jar­ring sequence, the sol­diers are ordered by their gen­er­al to chant the lyrics of Édith Piaf’s Non, Je né regrette rien’ whilst march­ing in the cold). Com­par­isons to Beau Tra­vail are indeed inevitable, with Rogowski’s Alek­sei join­ing Denis Lavant’s Galoup in the Legion­naires Who Can Bust A Move Cin­e­mat­ic Universe.

Once he returns to France, Alek­sei is haunt­ed by Udo­ka – her pres­ence in the night­club that the legion­naires fre­quent along with her hyp­not­ic dance rou­tines begin to bend his grasp on real­i­ty. Although these hal­lu­ci­na­tions can be under­stood as Alek­sei going through PTSD, Udo­ka appears to be the sole human agent able to grant the film access to the pool of mag­i­cal real­ism. This marks a poten­tial ide­o­log­i­cal blindspot in Abbruzzese’s attempt to make a film about the very expe­ri­ence of oth­er­ness, in that it suc­cumbs to a depic­tion of African fem­i­nin­i­ty as a source of mys­tery and intrigue.

In the same way that, in the words of Edward Said, the Ori­ent func­tions as the West’s sur­ro­gate and under­ground self”, Aleksei’s pre­car­i­ous rela­tion­ship with real­i­ty being enabled by the spec­tre of a silent African woman does lit­tle to under­mine the mythol­o­gy of Africa as a heart­land of mag­ic and prim­i­tivism, always seen in rela­tion to Europe, a place of ratio­nal­ism and moder­ni­ty. This isn’t to say that the char­ac­ter­i­sa­tion of Nige­ri­ans with­in the film is harm­ful, exoti­cised or ide­alised in any way; it’s sim­ply vague enough to cir­cum­vent those criticisms.

The inser­tion of a com­i­cal­ly smug Amer­i­can Vice jour­nal­ist sent to report on the guer­ril­la group as the Niger­ian government’s biggest ene­my” fur­ther dis­tances the film­mak­er from dis­plays of such overt sen­sa­tion­al­ism. Unfor­tu­nate­ly, Dis­co Boy is afflict­ed with the curse of try­ing to pack too much (in terms of both style and sub­stance) into its 92-minute run­time, ren­der­ing it inca­pable of say­ing much at all.

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