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45 Years

Directed by Andrew Haigh. UK. 2015. R. 95 minutes. IFC Films. Digital.
Sat., March 26, 2016 thru Thu., March 31, 2016
March 26, 2016
9:10 pm
March 28, 2016
6:30 pm
March 29, 2016
7:30 pm
March 30, 2016
2:00 pm
March 30, 2016
7:30 pm
March 31, 2016
7:30 pm

“Every film is a documentary of its actors,” the agile aphorist Jean-Luc Godard once said. Starring Tom Courtenay and Charlotte Rampling, Andrew Haigh’s shattering marital drama 45 Years expands that maxim: As we gaze at and listen to these paradigmatic performers, whose characters reflect on nearly a half-century together almost as long as the leads have been icons the movie becomes a tender unofficial career retrospective for both.

45 Years begins on a Monday, commencing a five-day countdown before Geoff (Courtenay) and Kate (Rampling) are to celebrate their sapphire anniversary. (Haigh wrote the script, adapting David Constantine’s short story “In Another Country.”) These childless retirees she was a schoolteacher, he worked as a manager at a local plant still have tremendous affection for each other. Kate is the younger and haler of the two; she’s often seen treading across the boggy terrain of Norfolk, in eastern England, with the couple’s Alsatian or running errands in preparation for Saturday’s big party. But her enthusiasm for the commemoration, and her long-held confidence in the relationship itself, is destabilized by news regarding Geoff’s previous love, Katya, who died in a hiking accident in 1962.

…Haigh’s movie is told through Kate’s point of view, that of a woman whose confidence in her union, and maybe even in herself, is completely upended by an all-consuming jealousy about her husband’s past and a ghost she never knew. “I can hardly be cross with something that happened before we existed, can I?” she tells Geoff after learning more about Katya, her logical, serene response belied by the two words she utters next: “But still.” As Geoff grows ever more wistful about this pre-Kate era, his devoted spouse’s sleuthing becomes more masochistic. When she comes across a particularly devastating clue, unveiled while clicking through some slides in the attic, Rampling makes the moment even more potent through her barely audible gasps: Kate’s quietly quickened breathing signals her determination not to give in to histrionics, no matter how much she may be reeling.

Haigh beautifully anatomized desire and attachment among gay men in their twenties and thirties in his earlier feature Weekend (2011) and in the late, great HBO series Looking. With 45 Years, he has created not only a searching examination of a long-term marriage and the myths that sustain it but also a compassionate portrait of a woman reconciling herself with those false notions. Like Franois Ozon’s Under the Sand (2000), another movie about a specter-haunted wife and one that was crucial in revitalizing Rampling’s career, Haigh’s film further proves that this actress is more than just a hallowed legend: She remains, on the eve of her seventieth birthday, a brilliant, alert, indispensable performer.” (Melissa Anderson, The Village Voice)

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