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Actors: Anne Raitt, Sarah Stephenson, Eric Allan, Joolia Cappleman, Mike Bradwell
Genres: Indie & Art House, Comedy, Drama, Television, Gay & Lesbian
Brimming with the edgy realism and quirky with Leigh has become known for, BLEAK MOMENTS follows Sylvia (Anne Raitt) a bored numb secretary, as she desperately seeks release from the pressure of caring for her 29 year old ... more »
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Ebert's review of U.S.premiere
(5 out of 5 stars)
"The first American review of "Bleak Moments," written in November 1972 by Roger Ebert in the Chicago Sun-Times: There is a new kind of movie emerging in the 1970s that considers, with almost frightening perceptiveness, the ways people really behave toward each other. These new movies--with their attention to the smallest nuances of human behavior--are scary because they tell us so much about ourselves. They're interested in the ways that body language and the territorial imperative operate in human relationships. Most of us don't walk into a saloon like John Wayne or drink a beer like Karen Black, but we do have a set of personal responses and cues that let other people know how to react to us. We have the cues, and we read the cues of others. Until last week, I had only seen one movie that I felt was completely successful in this new way of telling a story: Eric Rohmer's "My Night at Maud's." That was a film in which a personal drama was told, not in words, but in the ways the characters acted toward each other. Many of their words in fact, were an evasion of the situation--but Rohmer was able to give us the words to show the evasion. Now comes Mike Leigh's "Bleak Moments." It is a first film by a young British director who exhibits in every scene a complete mastery of the kind of characterization he is attempting. The film is not entertaining in any conventional way. This is not to say for a moment that it is boring or difficult to watch; on the contrary, it deals so basically with the pain and utter frustration of life that it is impossible not to watch. Its greatness is not just in direction or subject, but in the complete singularity of the performances. There have never been performances just like this before in the movies; Annie Raitt and Eric Allan have scenes together that are so good, and painful, you find yourself afraid to breathe for fear they will step wrong. They never do. The movie is about Sylvia, a woman who works in an office and comes home at night to care for her sister, who is 29 years old and mentally retarded. Sylvia is a beautiful woman in an austere, grey-eyed, level and quiet way. She projects intelligence and a cynical amusement about her life and fate; Leigh is good at painting his characters with short, perfectly-sculpted scenes, and we feel we know Sylvia after a scene in which she sits in a mussy room, drinks cream sherry and pages through a book. She isn't an alcoholic; it's just that one might as well drink some sherry in the evening if one is going to feel bloody awful otherwise. Into Sylvia's life one week come two men. One is a teacher she knows slightly. He asks her out to dinner on a Saturday, and she accepts. The other is a painfully inarticulate hippie, totally awash in his own feelings of self-worthlessness, who comes to run the mimeograph machine after Sylvia's garage is rented by an underground magazine. Sylvia is the kind of woman, we sense, who has deep wells of humor, of intelligence, of generous and demanding erotic needs. She is not a spinster; she is a captive. The teacher, Peter (played by Eric Allan) has needs too, and they are as desperate as he is incapable of fulfilling them. In a situation of authority, he can cope through habit and an acquired manner; at Sylvia's house, he puts down the hippie by treating him as the failed schoolboy he (in fact) happens to be. But Peter cannot cope with women, or anything else that offers a challenge. He clearly feels Sylvia is above him, and he is paralyzed by shyness when he is around her. He can hardly speak. He phrases his words so painfully and doubles back so often in his sentences that what comes out is a kind of apologetic gibberish. And what is Sylvia to do? As played by Anne Raitt, she is a person who has come to contain her passions within a reserved manner. On their dinner date, they have a painful and (for Peter) humiliating experience with a rude Chinese waiter. This scene, like many in the film, has a great deal of buried humor: We want to cry, and laugh. Then they go back to her apartment, and sit, and sit, and Sylvia drinks sherry and tries to tempt Peter to unwind a little. He never quite does. This scene in Sylvia's living room, which runs for quite a long time, is the best thing in its line since the celebrated bedroom scene in "My Night at Maud's." Sylvia clearly wants Peter do something, but he cannot. God, does he want to! She sits on her couch and subtly uses her body and her face and voice to try to lure him across the room by erotic magnetism, but he will not respond. The scene is one of the sexiest I can remember; sometimes the repression of passion is more erotic that its immediate fulfillment. What's going on in that room between those two people is as charged with desire--and the anger that frustrated desire can turn into--as anything in the labyrinthine sexual evasion of characters by Henry James. And then there is a moment: Peter has finally taken a sip from his glass, and Sylvia crosses the room to refill it. But he wants no more. No matter; she fills it to the very brim, and looks down at him. "Well, what are you going to do about it?" she says (for now he will have to drink it or spill it). "Hold it as steadily as I can," he says. The buried mutual aggression in this scene is as violent in its way as the farthest reaches of Peckinpah. Anne Raitt's performance is one of the best I have ever seen. Her role is so tremendously difficult. She has got to let us know everything about her without ever once losing control. Her surface remains unbroken; her manner is most often impassive, or conventionally polite or kind. But we are somehow inside her mind, understanding how she feels about her sister, her friends, her fate. Sylvia's magnificent personality is trapped inside that desperate life, and Anne Raitt achieves one of the most difficult things an actress can do in convincing us of that fact without ever seeming to try to. This film is a masterpiece, plain and simple, and that is a statement I doubt I will ever have cause to revise."