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Theatre of Cruelty
by Howard Schumann

Strange things happen in a small rural village in pre-World War I Germany. The local doctor is thrown from his horse and seriously injured because of a trip wire stretched between two trees; the wife of a farm worker is killed when she falls through a rotted barn door; a young boy is beaten and tied upside down; the son of the doctor’s mistress, a boy with Down syndrome, is blinded in a fierce assault; and the Baron’s barn is set on fire. These incidents and others create a climate of fear and suspicion in Michael Haneke’s The White Ribbon, winner of the coveted Palme D’Or Award at the 2009 Cannes Film Festival. It is the kind of climate in which a hornet’s nest of guilt, repression, and abusive behavior that has been festering in the community for years begins to surface.

Created and written by the director with an assist from award-winning screenwriter Jean-Claude Carriere, the film is shot in high contrast black and white and narrated by the village schoolteacher (Christian Freidel), the film’s most sympathetic character, many years after the events have taken place. Though the film is dark, the courtship between the young teacher and the Baron’s nanny, shy 17-year-old Eva (Leonie Benesch) lightens the mood considerably, almost a necessity in a film that stretches to almost two and a half hours and can be a grim experience.

Although the children are named, the adults are referred to only in terms of the role they play in the village: the Baron, the Pastor, the farmer, and the doctor. The most powerful person in the village is the wealthy Baron (Ulrich Tukur) who employs most of the farmers and laborers. His wife (Ursina Lardi) is a woman of culture who looks upon the uneducated people in the village with disdain. It is a patriarchal society in which repressive and puritanical rules are rigidly enforced, everyone knows their place and, if they forget, the club of religion is used to make sure that they remember. In the meantime, acts of cruelty toward women and children are kept secret.

The worst hypocrite is the pastor (Burghart Klaussner) who preaches about God’s love but physically punishes his two oldest children, Klara (Maria-Victoria Dragus) and Martin (Leonard Proxauf), humiliating them by tying a white ribbon on them as a symbol of the purity and innocence they should strive for. He even has the boy's hands tied to the side of his bed at night so he won't masturbate. The doctor (Rainer Block), who cares for the villagers by day, shames his mistress (Susanne Lothar) at night by means of cruel verbal assaults. As the bizarre incidents pile up, the mystery deepens as to the identity of the perpetrator(s) and even the police are called in, but all they can do is browbeat a young girl who claims to have predicted one of the beatings in a dream.

The White Ribbon stirs up images of the Germany that would emerge years later under Hitler, and there is a strong suggestion that the way the children are constantly punished for minor infractions played a role in that development, creating a vicious circle in which the distorted values of the parents are internalized by the children. Reminiscent of the austerity of Carl Dreyer’s Ordet, The White Ribbon creates an impeccable sense of time and place, succeeding as an engrossing mystery, an insightful character study, and a cautionary tale that suggests that the roots of war and hatred lie not in ideology but in the corruption of our values and the emptiness in our souls. It is not difficult to see how the Jews in that setting could become scapegoats for that emptiness.

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Infused with a sumptuous elegance, Catherine Breillat’s eerie retelling of the Charles Perrault fairytale Bluebeard is very sensual and highly stylized while adhering to an almost literal interpretation of the story. The film operates on parallel levels, both involving two sisters. In the first story, two young sisters play in the attic of their home in France in the present time. Catherine, who according to Breillat’s autobiographical material, represents the director, plays power games with her older but more withdrawn sister Marie-Anne by tormenting her with readings of the classic horror story “Bluebeard.”

While young Catherine is reading the story, the drama plays out on the screen in a setting that looks like the 16th century. Another pair of sisters, Anne (Daphne Baiwir) and Marie-Catherine (Lola Créton), (note the similarity in names) receive sad news at a convent from a coldly unfeeling Mother Superior that their father was killed while trying to save a little girl. Without means to continue at their private school, the girls are unceremoniously thrown out. On the way home, they pass Bluebeard’s castle and comment on the local aristocrat who, rumor has it, married many wives that strangely disappeared.

It is not long until the corpulent Bluebeard (Dominique Thomas) begins to court the young and attractive Marie-Catherine. Without money for a dowry, Marie-Catherine, undaunted by the whispers, agrees to marry the wealthy Bluebeard. The film then moves back and forth between the two stories, with the younger girls’ reading and commenting on the fairy tale providing comic relief for the heavy drama of male power and female sexual awareness unfolding at the castle. Marie-Catherine seems to have charmed Bluebeard, who appears loving but whose intimidating frame towers over the slender virgin.

Marie has, however, cannily set things up in her favor. She has chosen for herself a room so small that the hefty Bluebeard cannot enter, but she can tiptoe down the hall and peek into the room where he is getting undressed. When he goes away on an unspecified trip, Marie-Catherine invites her sister Anne to the house and they have much fun, but Marie is sad until her new husband returns home one month later. Before leaving on his second trip, however, he gives his wife a key to a mysterious room in the cellar with the impossible instruction not to open the door. Frightened of disobeying her husband but tantalized by the secret, Marie-Catherine unlocks the mystery chamber only to be confronted by her worst fears, and the story plays out in Breillat’s provocative and unpredictable fashion.

Bluebeard’s setting immerses the audience in a world that is far removed from today’s realities, yet the teenage newcomer Créton gives Marie-Catherine a playful confidence and pride to go along with her natural purity and innocence in a way that speaks to today’s feminist sensibilities. Going backwards and forwards in time also highlights the universal qualities inherent in the gothic fairy tales that, even when they are decidedly dark as in this case, have a lot to teach us about confronting our fears, lessons often hidden by the pandering of Walt Disney animation. Resonant with wit and sexual tension, Bluebeard reestablishes the reality of the world of children, both full of terror and untold beauty. Breillat has created a minor masterpiece.

©2009 Howard Schumann
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