Raw (2017) (AKA Grave)
Julia Ducournau’s gift to us from French-Belgian cinema, a riveting and intimate portrait of a vegetarian who has her first bite of meat and suddenly can’t stop craving more. It’s an abrupt addiction, not a satire mocking vegetarians, but a pathological Horror story about her descent.
Justine is just starting at a veterinary school with harsh
hazing rituals. Her bed is tossed out her window, and she has to crawl on her
knees through the courtyard, and her seniors force her to swallow a rabbit
kidney. Ever afterward she finds herself ravenous, and biting into meat on a shish
kabob makes her forget the rest of the world exists. Those cravings quickly
darken as she watches boys around campus. As a vegetarian, she argued human
life wasn’t any more sacred than that of animals. If anything, she’s
consistent.
There’s a temptation to read Raw as a metaphor for a girl
discovering herself at college, recognizing her sexuality, or succumbing to the
temptations of hedonistic culture. I don’t buy any of these theories. Rather,
her hunger is one irrational outlier in an otherwise very grounded film. It’s
shot with great care and acted with even greater naturalism – Garance Mariller
does an astounding job of going from a naïve newcomer to a disturbed predator. It’s
not a movie that’s arguing meat is toxic or the youth are going to Hell.
Although Justine tries dressing up, and sex, and foods for the first time, her
cravings are tangled up in those things, not a metaphor for them.
The tone of the film is about as coherent as something this disturbing
can get. It views everything at veterinary school as mundane. Tranquilizing a
horse, dissecting a dog, and giving a cow a rectal exam are all unromantically shot.
When she and her sister have a night of gossip and pissing contests, they come
across as goofily gross in a way women aren’t usually allowed to be in film. They
set the tone for how someone might slip into a desensitized space, especially
with how hard the other students party, seemingly letting off the enormous
stress of their work.
The students are largely awful to Justine, and after twenty
minutes of them imposing hazing crap on her, you’re ready for her to turn into a
Slasher killer. It shows great restraint on Ducournau’s part that her film
doesn’t devolve into body count. To the last frame, every bite counts. Every
life even suggested to be on the market can make you squirm, especially as you
try to suss out exactly how Justine is changing.
One also has to praise the film for not reducing Justine to
secretly being a werewolf, vampire, or other standard creature. She doesn’t
wake up one day with demon horns and visions of Satan. What’s going on is
profoundly personal, and through suggestive filming with very little
exposition, Raw defines her condition from scratch.
The Void (2017)
If The Void had come out in 1985 instead of 2017, it would be a cult classic, appearing every week on some site’s listicle of Greatest Eldritch This or Best Practical Effects That. It has the look and feel of those eerie 80’s gore fests like Warlock and The Thing, with acting on the campier side. It’s also one of the best Lovecraftian stories film has yet seen, although that’s a low bar to clear.
If The Void had come out in 1985 instead of 2017, it would be a cult classic, appearing every week on some site’s listicle of Greatest Eldritch This or Best Practical Effects That. It has the look and feel of those eerie 80’s gore fests like Warlock and The Thing, with acting on the campier side. It’s also one of the best Lovecraftian stories film has yet seen, although that’s a low bar to clear.
The setting is a small town hospital still recovering from a
terrible fire. Most patients are sent to the nearest other institutions,
although the lights are on for emergencies. A state trooper finds a man passed
out on the road and brings him to the uncannily empty hospital, where his wife
is one of the doctors. Never mind the strange figures walking around outside in
white robes and masks. Then patients start going missing, or outright turning
into nightmarish beasts, and the hospital becomes a battleground. But it’s what
lurks in the burned remnants of the hospital’s old wing where the real secrets
lurk.
There’s a remarkable ambition around this movie, which its
ability doesn’t always match. The practical effects for the monsters and the
outrageous gore are mostly great, and if you cheer at screening of John
Carpenter’s The Thing, you’ll be right at home. But the skirmishes can be
awkwardly shot and edited; there’s one point when a man is dragged off and you
can barely tell what’s happening.
Which is the kind of junk we overlook in 80s cinema all the
time, and The Void is so faithful to its inspirations that it’s easy to give it
a pass. The intrigue and gore never let up, so you fall right back into the action.
But it is funny to see a modern film be awkward in this way. Major studios all
but force this sort of stuff out; their movies are more likely to suffer from
blandness. And smaller pictures like The Transfiguration or Raw suggest that
scene’s deftness with editing is only improving.
I’ve been waiting for a movie like The Void. It’s a crowdfunding
success, turning some $82,510 on Indiegogo into a gross gem of a film. Movies
like Prometheus and Alien: Covenant disappoint us in part because we have films
like Alien, made on smaller budgets by people who were more resourceful (or in
Ridley Scott’s case, who made the most of their resources). With all the great
videogames coming from Kickstarter, I’ve been waiting for a great film to
emerge from it.
Up Next: The Devil's Candy, The Disappointments Room, and Lake Mungo
Your expositions *almost* tempt me...
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