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Tilda Swinton's 'We Need to Talk About Kevin': Cannes Review

Kevin

The Bottom Line

Tilda Swinton gives a tour-de-force performance in an impressionistic film about guilt, regret and loss.

Venue:

Cannes Film Festival, Competition

Cast:

Tilda Swinton, John C. Reilly, Ezra Miller

Director:

Lynne Ramsay

Screenwriters:

Lynne Ramsay, Rory Stewart Kinnear

Lynne Ramsay's coolly cerebral drama about a mother and her murderous son is as perplexing as it is intriguing.

CANNES -- The irony in the title of Lynne Ramsay's film, We Need to Talk About Kevin, is that no one ever does. In many ways, in fact, the film is almost as nonverbal as the newly restored version of Georges Melies' 1902 A Trip to the Moon, shown earlier at the Festival de Cannes. Kevin is about one character yet takes place entirely in the mind and world of another. Seldom has a son and a mother been more unknown to each other than in this drama, which is as perplexing as it is intriguing.

Its Cannes exposure should send Ramsay's movie -- her first since Morvern Callar nearly 10 years ago -- on a distinguished ride along the festival circuit with acquisitions coming in many territories, all of which will be tough sells theatrically. Moviegoers seek out a film like Kevin for the experience of a top-flight director taking complete charge of a fractured, intricate narrative design and a top-flight actress at the peak of her game. With this film, Tilda Swinton establishes herself as the one to beat for best-actress honors at 2011 Cannes.

The Kevin in the title is a troubled, angry youth who, you realize fairly soon in a narrative that tracks back and forth in time, has committed a high school murder rampage. He is played by three different youths at varying ages, but the two playing him as a 6-year-old (Jasper Newell) and a teenager (Ezra Miller) definitely have the evil eye. Sinister and brooding, each stares at his mother with dark intent, the mind behind those eyes clicking away with devious plots.

But the movie really isn't about Kevin. It's about Swinton's Eva, the mother who maybe didn't want to have the child in the first place, but that's just a guess. She never says so.

Eva has moved from her New York suburban home following the tragedy into a humble house that is the frequent target of vandals, even as she is the frequent target of outrage from a community that scorns her for producing such a monster. Kevin is incarcerated in a nearby prison that she occasionally visits as she tries to get back on her feet with a menial job at a travel agency.

Because the movie largely takes place in her tormented mind, it free-associates with images, words and themes going as far back as her romance with Kevin's father, Franklin (John C. Reilly), somewhere in Europe. The movie, in fact, opens at a Spanish festival where a large crowd of young people douse themselves with tomatoes and juice, calling forth one of the basic theme images of the movie: a redder-than-red red that takes in the festival bacchanal, the paint vandals throw on her house, the soup cans she hides behind to avoid irate parents at the supermarket and the blood from Kevin's many victims.

Reading aloud to her son from Robin Hood -- the only time in the film mother and son enjoy each other's company --  the movie tracks Kevin's growing obsession with archery from rubber toys to increasingly powerful bows until the final weapon he uses to hunt classmates.

An enmity exists between son and mother, seemingly from birth, that Ramsay -- who wrote the screenplay with her husband Rory Stewart Kinnear from Lionel Shriver's prize-winning novel -- never tries to solve. The film hints that no mother could cope with such a son; indeed Kevin despises his mother, seems to have no friends and treats his dad and young sister Celia (Ashley Gerasimovich) with only feigned affection. This boy likes no one and nothing -- except archery.

The father is clueless about his son's treachery and ignores any attempt at enlightenment by his wife. Of course, the movie's events are memories filtered by guilt, regret and anguish, so they are by no means reliable. The camera sticks with Swinton, letting you know that this is her thinking back, searching for answers. None comes.

Although on camera every minute, Swinton gives the impression that this woman would love to disappear. Even before the massacre, she looks like she wants out of her life. The actress conveys every thought racing through her character's mind.

What is she doing in this dreadful suburb with a husband she forgot how to love and a son she cannot reach? The last thing she knew she was at a tomato-throwing festival in Spain.

Ramsay shoots in Cinemascope, so no matter how close she gets to her heroine, you sense the environment as well. Small objects and little details about what Kevin is up to take on a more ominous aspect in widescreen. This is, in a way, a real horror film about everyday things and a disconnected family.

All these narrative tricks and the intense scrutiny on a single character put a viewer at a remove from these events, however. This is a coolly cerebral film with odd music choices -- ranging from the Beach Boys to vintage country -- and a few odd images such as a microscopic view of breast cancer cells dividing, apropos of absolutely nothing.

It's a film to think about and debate over but not one to embrace.

Venue: Cannes Film Festival, Competition
Sales: Independent Film Sales
BBC Films and UK Film Council present in association with Footprint Investments LLP, Piccadilly Pictures and LipSync Productions an Independent production in association with Artina Films and Rockinghourse Films

Cast: Tilday Swinton, John C. Reilly, Ezra Miller, Ashley Gerasimovich, Siobhan Fallon Hogan, Alex Manette, Kenneth Franklin
Director: Lynne Ramsay
Screenwriters: Lynne Ramsay, Rory Stewart Kinnear
Based on a novel by: Lionel Shriver
Producers: Luc Roeg, Jennifer Fox, Robert Salerno
Executive producers: Steven Soderbergh, Christine Langan, Paula Jalfon, Christopher Figg, Robert Whitehouse, Michael Robinson, Andrew Orr, Norman Merry, Lisa Lambert, Lynne Ramsay Tilda Swinton
Director of photography: Seamus McGarvey
Production designer: Judy Becker
Music: Jonny Greenwood
Costume designer: Catherine George
Editor: Joe Bini
No rating, 110 minutes