Every year it never fails. At the end of every year when "Best of" list are being released I will check out what films legendary French film journal Cahiers du Cinema has voted to their top ten. I enjoy Cahiers' top ten, somewhat. Hell, it's always interesting, always some film selections that make you say "hmm?" Sometimes these films pay off brilliantly, case in point #1 on the 2014 list: Bruno Dumont's Li'l Quinquin. Well The Summer of Sangaile was #9
and this isn't contemporary master Bruno Dumont; Toto we're not in Northern France anymore. No, we are in Lithuania for Atlante Kavaite's (Fissures) second film. Just reading the general summary of the film and noting that Cahiers had listed it to their annual top ten, I couldn't help but to think Rohmer. How Roh-ng I was. Here we have a young Lithuanian girl of 17, Sangaile (Julija Steponaityte), an aviation enthusiast vacationing with her parents who is going to learn about the pleasures and travails of young love through the quirky and beguiling (somewhat indie girl stereotype) Auste (Aiste Dirziute). The girls meet at air show. The girls begin to party with each other and hangout regularly. The relationship becomes sexual
I guess Kavaite handled it better than Kechine did Blue is the Warmest Colour. Sangaile who has some serious issues, like cutting, amongst other angst-y teenage problems begins to divulge these facts to Auste who is very supportive. Then the revelation comes that nearly tears them apart. Sangaile the wannabe aviator is afraid of heights
but they persevere through this obstacle in their relationship
sort of. The main problem is caring if they did, and that is asking A LOT! I guess Sangaile comes of age
It is as brutal to write as it was to watch. The only redeeming factors of the film are Atlante Kavaite's impeccable sense of the visual. She definitely has a great gift for taking seemingly normal locales and turning them into places of visual wonder. There are some truly beautiful looking scenes in the film, even if some are a bit too much, i.e. the puffy skirts that are lined with something like Christmas lights as the young girls begin to make love in a field as night falls. When the two main characters are apart, the passion and yearning that the young actresses display is clearly palpable makes for the most beautiful and sensual moments of the entire film. Where the film truly falls flat on its face is that the" transformative moments" of Sangaile's life at this point are so bland that it effectively dilutes the true tribulations that this troubled young lady is trying to deal with, thus detaching the viewer completely from the girls' story, as well as dismantling any importance the narrative had a chance of possessing. Other than the lesbian sex this film could easily be a horrible Hollywood teenage-girl-coming-of-age-drama. There is one scene where both girls are lounging on the shore of the lake and Kavaite uses the camera to isolate different body parts and the opening shot in this sequence last for about seven seconds and is of one of the girls' knee, which sent me to Claire's Knee, and yes, that is the closest we come to Rohmer.
All I can say is I hated myself for watching this entire movie. I should have turned it off, no clue why I didn't. The positive thing I can say is that Kavaite has the cinematographic eye for transforming the mundane into beauty and taking nature and elevating its innate aesthetic qualities, now write a damn story. It all comes back to that nefarious Cahiers; you duped me (and I'm sure many other readers of your magazine) again, but hey, maybe your next unusual selection will strike gold. I'll keep playing the Cahiers lottery. I always do. Why stop now?
All I can say is I hated myself for watching this entire movie. I should have turned it off, no clue why I didn't. The positive thing I can say is that Kavaite has the cinematographic eye for transforming the mundane into beauty and taking nature and elevating its innate aesthetic qualities, now write a damn story. It all comes back to that nefarious Cahiers; you duped me (and I'm sure many other readers of your magazine) again, but hey, maybe your next unusual selection will strike gold. I'll keep playing the Cahiers lottery. I always do. Why stop now?