Exhibition movie review (2014) | Little White Lies

Exhi­bi­tion

24 Apr 2014 / Released: 25 Apr 2014

Words by Jordan Cronk

Directed by Joanna Hogg

Starring Liam Gillick, Tom Hiddleston, and Viv Albertine

Two women facing each other and almost touching at the window.
Two women facing each other and almost touching at the window.
3

Anticipation.

Joanna Hogg’s third feature appears to build on her well regarded earlier work.

4

Enjoyment.

Approaches matters of anatomical and psychological integrity in determined, democratic fashion.

4

In Retrospect.

Hogg’s best film to date.

Joan­na Hogg’s impres­sive third fea­ture offers an inti­mate dis­sec­tion of an artis­tic couple’s relationship.

If, as the say­ing goes, home is where the heart is, then in Exhi­bi­tion it is also sanc­tu­ary to the mind, body and soul. Uncom­mon­ly attuned to gra­da­tions between cog­ni­tive exis­tence and phys­i­cal expe­ri­ence, British direc­tor Joan­na Hogg’s third fea­ture turns aes­thet­ic deter­min­ism into a nar­ra­tive frame­work by which action direct­ly cor­re­sponds with the sur­round­ing environment.

The film’s sim­ple sto­ry, con­cern­ing a hus­band and wife in the process of sell­ing their home of many years, is ren­dered com­plex by an inter­nal com­po­si­tion­al log­ic which reflects tremors among the cou­ple and their mod­ernist sur­round­ings alike. In Exhi­bi­tion, archi­tec­ture trans­lates as the phys­i­cal, psy­cho­log­i­cal and emo­tion­al infra­struc­ture of its char­ac­ters – one seem­ing­ly can­not advance with­out alter­ing the mate­r­i­al iden­ti­ty of the other.

The film opens and clos­es in curi­ous­ly sim­i­lar fash­ion, with the char­ac­ter of the wife, known only as D (played by Viv Alber­tine of British post-punk leg­ends the Slits), con­tort­ing her­self around inan­i­mate con­struc­tions through­out the house. Her hus­band, H (Liam Gillick), seems the more prag­mat­ic of the two, accom­mo­dat­ing bro­kers (includ­ing one played by Tom Hid­dle­ston) and work­ing dili­gent­ly as a con­cep­tu­al artist in his home office.

When not fold­ing her­self around var­i­ous objects, D, also an artist, spends her time work­ing out per­for­mance pieces which invari­ably devolve into either exhi­bi­tion­ist dis­plays for her neigh­bours or exer­cis­es in per­son­al plea­sure. She’s frus­trat­ed – sex­u­al­ly, pro­fes­sion­al­ly and emo­tion­al­ly. She shuts down H’s inti­mate advances only to sat­is­fy her­self as he sleeps qui­et­ly by her side. Her life appears to be one elab­o­rate artis­tic dis­play, except there’s an unset­tling hol­low­ness to her ges­tures that sug­gests an unspo­ken longing.

Hogg doesn’t dis­close much regard­ing the moti­va­tion of her char­ac­ters. She instead reflects the dynam­ic (or lack there­of) of the cen­tral rela­tion­ship in for­mal short­hand. Con­sis­tent­ly sta­t­ic, askew and care­ful­ly dia­grammed, her com­po­si­tions car­ry a simul­ta­ne­ous­ly elu­sive and expres­sive qual­i­ty. In Hogg’s hands, every sur­face is both a lit­er­al and fig­u­ra­tive mir­ror; space is expand­ed in many instances by reflec­tions in glass, mar­ble, and alu­mini­um façades.

More is said in Hogg’s impres­sive­ly pre­cise visu­al style than in any of the dia­logue, which is as sparse as the film’s inte­ri­ors. Few recent films have approached mat­ters of anatom­i­cal and psy­cho­log­i­cal integri­ty as demo­c­ra­t­i­cal­ly as Exhibition.

But what of all this aes­thet­ic ded­i­ca­tion – to what ends is Hogg work­ing here? For­mal­ly, Exhi­bi­tion has much in com­mon with works of clas­sic for­mal­ism, par­tic­u­lar­ly Rossellini’s films with Ingrid Bergman in the ear­ly 1950s (Strom­boli, Europe 51, Jour­ney to Italy) and Antonioni’s out­put dur­ing his struc­tural­ist peri­od (La Notte, L’eclisse), but it lacks the grav­i­ty acquired by those films as they sub­ject­ed their char­ac­ters to volatile new environments.

Exhi­bi­tion is thus per­haps more rem­i­nis­cent of the ongo­ing Greek New Wave, in which films such as Atten­berg, Alps and Miss Vio­lence utilise com­po­si­tion­al aus­ter­i­ty to actu­alise the severe inter­nal make­up of their char­ac­ters. Unlike many of those films, how­ev­er, Exhi­bi­tion is able to locate a vital human warmth in its pre­ci­sion. The con­se­quences of their impend­ing tran­si­tion may be left just out of the audience’s purview, but the char­ac­ters in Exhi­bi­tion, like all of Hogg’s out­put thus far, leave one intense­ly curi­ous for more.

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