23 Mayıs 2013 Perşembe

AND SOMETIMES IT JUST CREEPS UP ON YOU... : "FROZEN RIVER"


From one kind of desperation to a very different kind. Sometimes fear and desperation come with big fanfare, like in the case of the tsunami. You see it coming a mile away, you know your options – live or die – and brace yourself for its impact. Sometimes though, it creeps up on you like a mist. It first slowly closes one alleyway, then the other, until you have nowhere left to turn. Once you realise it has crept up on you it is far too  late, you are left with only one real  option. Do something desperate, one way or another, to live… Or die…
This is pretty much the situation Ray Eddie (Melissa Leo) finds herself one morning, a week before Christmas. Her husband Troy, a gambling addict who had been clean for 32 months has vanished along with the cash that was meant as a down payment on their new house. She has two children to take care of, the 15 year old, headstrong TJ and little Ricky who’s only preoccupation is what he will get for Christmas. His odds aren’t looking good to be honest; Ray can barely provide them with three square meals, much less Christmas presents. It is precisely at this rather desperate point in her life that she crosses paths with Lila Littlewolf. Lila lives on the Mohawk reservation not far from their home. The two women are not exactly on amicable terms at first but soon they realise that they have more in common than was first apparent. Lila seemingly has something Ray desperately needs – an easy way of making money… At first, all Ray really wants is to get enough money to secure the new house they have just lost. But as is often the case with these things, once you get mixed up, there really is no easy way out again…
Ok, I LOVE the way this film describes how desperation pushes people to crime. I love the slow creeping of the desperation and the hunger for things to go right. A lot of this kind of film tends to contain some kind of big, dramatic event – sickness, someone dying, you know the sort I mean, fireworks. True to life, Ray’s demons are mostly bills. The fact that she has to give her sons popcorn and fruit juice for breakfast as there is nothing else left in the house to eat. The fact that her husband has just vanished with all their life savings and that the pretty young thing at work gets promoted over her. Then there is Lila, also in a state of silent desperation. She has demons of her own that I will let you discover. I have never actually descended into a world of crime, but I suspect, if one slips off the rails, this is pretty much how it goes.
Then of course, it has to be said, it makes a MASSIVE difference to have a woman at the helm as director. I am very, very happy to report that the women in this film do not fit the “frilly” stereotypes they are usually put in at all. Ray is, you will soon discover as tough as old boots. Lila is as well in her own way. They are both put in situations where they are active parties in their own destinies, very much captains of their own souls – as the poem goes. Thing is though, like all of us, they make mistakes – which is kinda what it’s all about, both life and the film. In fact, the more I think about it, the clearer it is to me how much of a matriarchy this film is, as all the main, active characters are women, the men (with the notable exception of the police officer – but I do see it wouldn’t be realistic to have a female police officer at a tough spot like that) are either very much minor characters or acted upon by the women. It is very subtly done,  so much so I didn’t even notice it until I stopped to think about it as I write this review but when I did, it made me smile.
But all that is once you’ve watched the film and the initial shock is over. This is the kind of film that is going to have you engulfed in that all familiar sinking feeling from the first five minutes onwards. It really does feel as if you’re being slowly strangled in the darkness of the film from time to time… But oh boy… What a ride. Totally worth it. 

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