Pacifiction | Little White Lies

Paci­fic­tion

12 Apr 2023 / Released: 20 Apr 2023

Two men seated at a wooden table, surrounded by verdant plants visible through the windows.
Two men seated at a wooden table, surrounded by verdant plants visible through the windows.
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Anticipation.

What will mad Albert Serra come up with next, and how punishing will it be for audiences?

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Enjoyment.

As close as we’re ever going to get to a straight thriller from this outlandish maverick.

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In Retrospect.

One to see on the biggest screen possible.

The Poly­ne­sian island of Tahi­ti rep­re­sents a trop­i­cal pur­ga­to­ry for the French colonists in Albert Serra’s apoc­a­lyp­tic polit­i­cal thriller.

All great film­mak­ers end up mak­ing their ver­sion of Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Dark­ness’, and this is Span­ish eccen­tric Albert Serra’s breath­tak­ing and lan­guorous take on the mate­r­i­al. A long­time prowler of the mar­gins and fes­ti­val side­bars, Serra’s slow, con­cept-dri­ven and his­tor­i­cal­ly-entrenched cin­e­ma is build to pro­vide a mea­sure of cau­tion to the uninitiated.

His non-nar­ra­tive pre­vi­ous film, Lib­erté, for instance, ran at close to three hours and cap­tured the flu­id-based real­ties of an 18th cen­tu­ry aris­to­crat­ic wood­land orgy, almost in real time. (The film rules btw!)

Even though his new film, Paci­fic­tion, appears big­ger and star­ri­er from the out­set, we’re thrilled to report that this is a 100 per cent pure uncut Ser­ra – accept no sub­sti­tutes. It is chal­leng­ing and dream­like, a grand tragedy chart­ing the down­fall of a man and, quite pos­si­bly, mankind. It’s a film that is con­nect­ed very much to the geopo­lit­i­cal now, and the notion that how­ev­er big or impor­tant we may feel we are inside a cer­tain sys­tem, there’s always some­one big­ger, stronger, and pos­si­bly mad­der lurk­ing in the shad­ows, wait­ing for their moment to put us in check.

Vet­er­an French actor Benoît Mag­imel dons a loose-fit­ting cream suit, but­toned-down Hawai­ian shirt and a pair of blue-tint­ed shades as French High Com­mis­sion­er to the Repub­lic of Tahi­ti De Roller. He is an oper­a­tor of the utmost poise, slink­ing between the back­stage area of a local night­club where he deliv­ers detailed feed­back on cabaret per­for­mance rehearsals, to meet­ings in far-flung locales where he sup­press­es dis­si­dent behav­iour, or makes sure the fix is in on his favoured may­oral candidate.

A person in a white suit stands on a terrace overlooking a lush, green landscape with mountains and a body of water in the background.

The arrival of a sub­ma­rine sparks rumours that the French plan to rein­state nuclear test­ing in the rel­a­tive­ly-sta­ble region for the first time in 20 years, and try as he might, De Roller can’t seem to get the inside track on what’s actu­al­ly going down. The entire film hangs on Magimel’s jit­tery and detailed per­for­mance, a mess of tics and pouts in which he exudes soft-spo­ken con­fi­dence and a benign per­son­abil­i­ty while clear­ly mask­ing the real­i­sa­tion that he’s almost reached the lim­it of his pro­fes­sion­al usefulness.

While this sounds on paper like boil­er­plate John le Car­ré or Gra­ham Greene ter­ri­to­ry, Ser­ra rolls out the sto­ry in such a way that fore­grounds the crush­ing exis­ten­tial weight of the sit­u­a­tion. Lush widescreen panora­mas of shore­lines, jun­gles and domes­tic encamp­ments are filmed so the sun shim­mers from them, mak­ing them appear as an ethe­re­al par­adise on Earth.

The skies are streaked with tan­ger­ine hues, a por­tent of the fiery apoc­a­lypse that sits just beyond the hori­zon. Serra’s exper­i­ments with dura­tion and the way he paints with bod­ies in the frame add to an over­all tran­si­tion towards the sur­re­al in the film’s sec­ond half. And the dry iro­nist of yore is still very vis­i­ble, main­ly in the way De Roller adopts a dif­fer­ent guise and a dif­fer­ent way of com­mu­ni­cat­ing with each per­son he encoun­ters. Paci­fic­tion is by far Serra’s most seri­ous and som­bre film to date, an epic of neutered pow­er and human expend­abil­i­ty – a death-knell for human­i­ty ren­dered as a trop­i­cal daydream.

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