“Holy Motors”: There will be time to prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet…

Leos Carax’s first film in over thirteen years, ‘Holy Motors,’ loomed authoritatively over Cannes earlier this year. Assessments of the film were sharply divided: while some saw a hollow, vacuous and largely incomprehensible plot, others relished its healthy injection of lucid idiosyncrasy into a screening list which favoured auteur miserabilists.

With Carax’s baroque imagination raising more questions than answers, we follow Monsieur Oscar (Denis Lavant), a protean everyman who works as a professional chameleon, as he rides a white limousine stuffed with suitcases full of disguises in order to fulfill nine surreal ‘appointments’ (excluding the accordion-driven entr’acte). This conceit allows Carax to structure the film around a series of self-contained chapters (or narrative dead-ends, take your pick). And indeed much of the film’s impressive power comes from Denis Lavant’s commanding performance, which lifts each delirious episode of the film’s timeless structure with the expressive candidness and thoroughness necessary to breathe life into the motif of multiple identities. On a few occasions Lavant feels like a contemporary Chaplin, a beady-eyed leprechaun running amok in the weird and wonderful world of mercenary aesthetics. And why? For the “beauty of the act,” he says. Life is a performance.

With willfully obscure moments that can only elicit a “Sure, why not?” reaction, the spectator is given an emotional buffeting from the shifts and endless surprises, the least of which is Kylie Minogue’s acting ability in one tremendous scene. But as Carax hops genres and self-consciously lifts visual ideas from classic films, I found the occasional element of his pastiche a little too empty: let’s be honest, the thrill of witnessing Édith Scob don the mask from ‘Eyes Without a Face’ is just mere recognition rather than a more meaningful recontextualisation. It is fortunate, then, that ‘Holy Motors’ and its fearless sense of movement is able to overcome such lapses and continue to thrash around in the reflective subconscious.

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