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All this and Heaven too

by Howard Schumann

"How high can I fly?" asks Filippo (Giovanni Ribisi) during a helicopter flight simulation at the start of Heaven, the new film by Tom Tykwer (Run Lola Run, The Princess and the Warrior). The meaning of the question does not become clear until the end of the film.

Heaven was to be the first part of a trilogy by the great Polish director Krzysztof Kieslowski, to be followed by Purgatory and Hell. Kieslowski, however, died in 1996 and was unable to complete it, so Tykwer was given his script to film. The picture merges the highly technical, fast-paced direction of Tykwer with the slower-paced sublime poetics of Kieslowski, and the result is a strange, somewhat off-kilter, but deeply spiritual experience.

In Turin, Philippa Paccard (Cate Blanchett), an English teacher, attempts to get even with an Italian drug dealer who caused one of her students to commit suicide. In trying to destroy what she perceives to be evil, she plants a bomb in his office wastebasket but the plan is thwarted and she inadvertently kills four innocent people in an elevator, while the drug dealer is not harmed. Later when Philippa realizes the consequences of her actions and breaks down sobbing during an interrogation, she is comforted by the carabinieri Filippo (Ribisi), who is in the room as her translator (she insists on testifying in English). Filippo is deeply attracted to the defendant and believes in her innocence. Together they formulate an escape plan.

The film then shifts from a gritty reality-based drama to a dream-like poem about lovers on the run. The countryside where they are hiding is bathed in a glow that soaks everything in an ethereal light. There is little dialogue, only hushed silence and passionate glances. "Heaven is about silence," Tykwer told The New York Times. "But all the silences have ten layers." Contrary to what one might expect in the situation, the lovers are totally serene and resigned to their fate. Looking like innocent children out on a Halloween night, Philippa and Filippo identify with each other by shaving their heads and wearing identical clothes.

The cinematography is wondrous. One of the most beautiful scenes is a faraway shot of the horizon and two shadowy figures coming together in silhouette next to a huge tree. The radiance of Blanchett and the beatific look of love on the face of Ribisi are unforgettable.

Heaven raises the issue of ends and means - does a worthy end justify unacceptable means? It explores the answer in what is essentially an allegory about responsibility, transformation, and transcendence. On the surface, Kieslowski seems to be telling us that we are at the mercy of a capricious universe. We try to do good and we end up doing wrong. We have excellent plans but do not foresee the consequences. Underneath this, however, is Kieslowski's vision that everything happens for a purpose, one that only God is aware of. Some of us may commit acts that are reprehensible, despite worthy motives - yet all of us can ultimately achieve transformation.

“The film," says Tykwer, "is about redemption, basically the concept that love can help us find our true perspectives and our true meanings. This is not about God being somewhere else, but in ourselves and what a gift that is." In an ending that is transforming for both the characters and the viewer, the two lovers take responsibility for their actions and surrender, in Samuel Beckett's phrase, to "the benign indifference of the universe." The meaning of the opening helicopter scene then becomes clear in an epiphany of grace.

Video viewing:

The Devil (Laird Cregar), elegantly attired in a double-breasted suit, tells recently deceased Henry Van Cleve (Don Ameche) politely to get the hell out of his place of business. Henry insists he deserves to be "down" there but Big D thinks otherwise. This gives Henry the opportunity to tell his life story and try to convince dandy D to let him stay, and what a story it is.


In Ernst Lubitsch's romantic comedy, Heaven Can Wait (1943), the flashback tale of Henry's life and loves is told with charm and flourish. Death and the afterlife serve merely as a backdrop. Shot in brilliant Technicolor, the film is set in New York at the turn of the last century. Henry first wins Martha (Gene Tierney) by sweeping her off her feet after a chance meeting at a bookstore (she wants to buy a book called "How To Make Your Husband Happy"). Ably abetted by Grandpa Hugo Van Cleve (Charles Coburn), he proceeds to steal her away in the middle of the night from her uptight fiancée, cousin Albert (Allyn Joslyn).

Grandpa, whose quiet wit and good humor never falters, really admires Henry and helps him to stay on track, even helping him, when she runs away after ten years of marriage, to find her and rescue her from her well-to-do parents. Why did she leave? It seems that Henry was a bit of a rogue and wasn't always faithful to his wife. He was also fairly loose with his money. Yet, how can you dislike Henry? He is so charming, so elegant, (and so giving of his affections to young ladies) and Gene Tierney has never looked so glamorous.

Though I had to cringe at some of the old-style racial stereotyping, it really wasn't unexpected for the time, and I found this film to be thoroughly delightful. There are really no unlikable characters here - Lubitsch accepts people's foibles as natural and makes them endearing. It all adds up to two hours of pleasure.


©2002 Howard Schumann
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