Toni Erdmann movie review (2017) | Little White Lies

Toni Erd­mann

30 Jan 2017 / Released: 03 Feb 2017

Two people embracing on a striped sofa in a room with a lamp.
Two people embracing on a striped sofa in a room with a lamp.
5

Anticipation.

Director Maren Ade has made two excellent (if little-known) films.

5

Enjoyment.

As great as you’ve heard, and probably even greater.

5

In Retrospect.

An all-timer. Maren Ade – welcome to the table.

Maren Ade’s third fea­ture stands as one of the most bril­liant come­dies of the new millennium.

Though it might be hard to imag­ine, there exists such a thing as film crit­ic grunt work. It’s the equiv­a­lent of clear­ing out the mess hall or hos­ing down the latrines. One of these menial but nec­es­sary tasks involves reit­er­at­ing why the late Japan­ese direc­tor, Yasu­jiro Ozu, is one of the all-time grand mas­ters of cin­e­ma. His 1951 film, Tokyo Sto­ry, often scrapes the heady peaks of the increas­ing­ly-reg­u­lar best movie ever’ polls. But there remains a con­tin­gent who don’t quite see the appeal of the director’s del­i­cate, delib­er­ate and minor-key domes­tic comedies.

Grab­bing for the pithy but reduc­tive response, Ozu is one of a very small hand­ful of film­mak­ers who tru­ly com­pre­hends the fraught emo­tion­al bonds between par­ents and their chil­dren. More specif­i­cal­ly, how these bonds begin to fray and des­ic­cate with time. He is able to look at the dynam­ics of a rela­tion­ship from both direc­tions – from youth up to adult­hood and vice ver­sa. And he doesn’t just under­stand these bonds, he knows how to artic­u­late them, to visu­alise them, to drama­tise them, to make them appear like the truth.

On the evi­dence of her third fea­ture, Toni Erd­mann, the Ger­man film­mak­er Maren Ade now clinks saki cups with that select coterie of prodi­gious­ly gift­ed screen human­ists. Her film tells of per­pet­u­al­ly corps­ing father/​career prac­ti­cal jok­er, Win­fried Con­ra­di (Peter Simonis­chek), and his straight-laced daugh­ter Ines (San­dra Hüller).

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His attempts to bridge a gap that has formed between them are futile. The pos­si­bil­i­ty of future rec­on­cil­i­a­tion appears dim. And so, like some unwieldy, mav­er­ick psy­cho­an­a­lyst, he decides to assist the apple of his eye in a search for lost time. He phys­i­cal­ly delves into her sub­con­scious, crafti­ly chip­ping away at lay­ers of accrued mem­o­ry. Toni Erd­mann is the sto­ry of what it takes to remem­ber, and what it takes to want to remem­ber. It is the most epic and pro­found of all journeys.

The title of the film is heart­break­ing in and of itself. With­out giv­ing too much away, you could also call this film Rose­bud and it would have a sim­i­lar, head­i­ly nos­tal­gic effect. It’s the code­word to a secret life or a pri­vate joke. You can image it being the name of a daffy local char­ac­ter that Win­fried would joke about when walk­ing through the local park with a knee-high Ines. Or per­haps it was just a ran­dom alter-ego invent­ed as a way for a father to cheer up his daugh­ter whose shark-like deter­mi­na­tion meant she had no time or incli­na­tion to make friends.

Either way, the utter­ly dev­as­tat­ing com­po­nent to this film is that we know the events we are see­ing have hap­pened before in the past. There is a seem­ing­ly throw-away sequence involv­ing a design­er cheese grater that, in the con­text of the cen­tral rela­tion­ship, is loaded with hid­den mes­sages and mean­ings. This film is an attempt to recre­ate a more inno­cent moment in time, when unal­loyed hap­pi­ness exist­ed. Like when Charles Fos­ter Kane dived about in the thick snow drifts with his trusty sled.

Two people embracing on a striped sofa in a room with a lamp.

Ade’s excel­lent debut fea­ture, The For­est for the Trees, arrived in 2003. Filmed on ugly, abra­sive dig­i­tal video and set in the com­i­cal­ly unin­spir­ing climes of Baden-Württemberg, Ger­many, this mer­ci­less char­ac­ter study bull­dozes the dreams of a young, new­ly inde­pen­dent school teacher who is utter­ly unaware of her extreme social awk­ward­ness. In many ways its hero­ine, Melanie Pröschle (played by Eva Löbau), could be seen as a fore­run­ner to Toni Erdmann’s Ines – both are dri­ven women will­ing to sev­er fam­i­ly ties in the name of pro­fes­sion­al suc­cess. Where Melanie spec­tac­u­lar­ly dis­in­te­grates at the point of fly­ing the coop, Ines, with all her mox­ie and con­fi­dence, busts through and, for bet­ter and worse, lays the foun­da­tions of that cov­et­ed sec­ond life.

Some might see this film as the sto­ry of a bored, self­ish father swad­dling his daugh­ter for idle plea­sure. Or, maybe it’s a study of how a daugh­ter is some­how cured” of her tough-nosed ambi­tion by being forcibly regressed to the inno­cence of child­hood. Maybe you could say that the film is against women in the work­place, espe­cial­ly those who might back-burn their fem­i­nin­i­ty for the pur­pos­es of ascend­ing the cor­po­rate lad­der. Yet it is all and none of these things.

Watch­ing Toni Erd­mann is like wit­ness­ing a deft bal­anc­ing act, where every nuance is cal­cu­lat­ed and weighed with immac­u­late pre­ci­sion. Ade sup­press­es par­ti­san pol­i­tics, or any­thing that might be con­strued as the search of a more right­eous cause. It’s not about Win­fried, and it’s not about Ines – it’s about the unten­able emo­tions that con­nect them as people.

It’s a film that feels like every frame has been minute­ly cal­i­brat­ed for effect. And at the same time, it’s sprawl­ing and free and open to the idea that these types of rela­tion­ship are some­times incom­pre­hen­si­bly elab­o­rate. Scenes spin out and spin off. Yet the cast remain acute­ly aware of Ade’s mis­sion. Hüller, an actor who made waves way back in 2006 as the star of the har­row­ing pos­ses­sion dra­ma, Requiem, deliv­ers a per­for­mance that’s com­pa­ra­ble in its hyper-focus and thrilling inten­si­ty to Gena Row­lands when she’s work­ing with John Cassavetes.

The stun­ning Simonis­chek, too, chan­nels a com­e­dy that just comes from being as nor­mal as pos­si­ble. The tech­nique is evi­dent, but you can see that they are com­plete­ly lost with­in their char­ac­ters. This is per­ti­nent, as the film is about peo­ple los­ing them­selves with­in false iden­ti­ties, reach­ing a point where they for­get who they once were.

Toni Erdmann is a film in praise of the human factor. Director Maren Ade loves people, and she also loves love. She shows how difficult it is for people to shed their skin.

The sto­ry sees Win­fried spring­ing a sur­prise vis­it on his unsus­pect­ing daugh­ter who works for a man­age­ment con­sul­tan­cy in Bucharest, Roma­nia. The steady, ner­vous­ly relaxed set-up offers a painful­ly accu­rate take on the awk­ward, duti­ful fam­i­ly vis­it. Win­fried just wants to bask in the glow of his suc­cess­ful daugh­ter. She, on the oth­er hand, has to suc­cumb to rit­u­al humil­i­a­tion in the name of robust busi­ness prac­tice. She has no time to indulge her prank-hap­py papa as he fes­toons her with gifts and attempts to insti­gate life-affirm­ing con­ver­sa­tions. Then, just when she thinks she’s in the clear and able once more to focus on the job at hand, a Dick­en­sian ghost from the past returns to haunt her.

Toni Erd­mann is a film in praise of the human fac­tor. Ade loves peo­ple, and she also loves love. She shows how dif­fi­cult it is to shed your skin, to stop per­form­ing and return to a nat­ur­al state of being. Busi­ness pre­sen­ta­tions are pre­ced­ed with detailed strate­gic pow-wows that attempt to sec­ond-guess the psy­chol­o­gy of oth­ers in the room. Ines has to make snap deci­sions when it comes to how she’ll act in the com­pa­ny of her father, what she’ll reveal, how she’ll manip­u­late him, if she needs to. Lit­tle does she know, he’s doing exact­ly the same to her.

Ines becomes an emo­tion­al exten­sion of her job – dis­tant and numb to the real­i­ties of her actions. Ade doesn’t present the com­pa­ny Ines works for as a fortress of cor­po­rate evil, but she does sug­gest that this type of work can have a dam­ag­ing effect on those involved in car­ry­ing out prac­tices that ruin lives. It is a banal sort of evil that seeps, unno­ticed, through the dank air and into your bloodstream.

Two people embracing on a striped sofa in a room with a lamp.

What’s also mirac­u­lous about this film is that it takes Hol­ly­wood over its knee and gives it a sound but instruc­tive whup­ping. Guys, the whole haul­ing in fourth-rate stand-up comics who are more than will­ing to abase them­selves for low coin, plac­ing them in front of the cam­era and just let­ting the improv mag­ic hap­pen is not work­ing. It’s lazy and an affront to a pay­ing audi­ence. Ade builds jokes, she doesn’t just throw a bunch of ran­dom shit against a shiny sur­face in the hope that some­thing sticks.

And yet, there’s a dis­tinct fond­ness for and over­lap with main­stream Hol­ly­wood com­e­dy. Ade toys with the idea of dra­mat­ic sign­post­ing, drop­ping in a sug­ges­tion which caus­es the synaps­es to guess what will hap­pen lat­er on. She under­cuts those pre­dic­tions in a vari­ety of sur­pris­ing ways, but also makes us remem­ber how invest­ed we are in these people.

Loop­ing back to the begin­ning, let’s talk about Ozu’s Tokyo Sto­ry once more. It is a melan­choly film in which two par­ents grudg­ing­ly accept that they are no longer inte­gral to the busy lives of their chil­dren, and so drift into noth­ing­ness. Here, Win­fried is made to con­sid­er his own mor­tal­i­ty when his mutt, Willy, shuf­fles into the bush­es and keels over. The dif­fer­ence is, he ral­lies against the abyss. Maybe Toni Erd­mann is an absurd mod­ern rejoin­der to Ozu, express­ing the lengths need­ed to rebuild a par­ent-child con­nec­tion that has dimin­ished over the years. It’s incred­i­bly sad to think back to the per­son you once were. And you can do it, but only if you’re will­ing to smile in the process.

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