Review: Étangs Noirs
by David Katz
- The debut feature by Belgian filmmakers Timeau De Keyser and Pieter Du-moulin is a minimalistic and enigmatic story in an urban setting, harking back to the works of the Dardenne brothers
Young Belgian co-writer-directors Timeau De Keyser and Pieter Dumoulin make an impressive feature debut with Étangs Noirs [+see also:
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Étangs Noirs immediately distinguishes itself with its blend of the concrete and the mysterious, its story linear and readable as it unfolds, but ultimately inviting multiple interpretations. The movie’s opening shot introduces our lead, Jimi (Cedric Luvuezo, one of the small cast’s few professional actors), cradling a poorly wrapped, unremarkable-looking parcel, roughly the size of a cereal box. It has been delivered to the right flat number, but the incorrect building of the two on his social housing site. So Jimi, who is not specified as having a full-time job or any flatmates, sets off on what becomes a quixotic odyssey to return this package to its rightful recipient.
De Keyser and Dumoulin, with flair and sensitivity, turn his search into an unveiling of various minor human character studies, as he interacts with neighbours throughout the building to solve the riddle. The parcel’s addressee, Sayenna, is not answering the door, but Jimi eventually deduces her place of work: a dowdy convenience store within the sprawling Étangs Noirs Metro station. He arrives just as she clocks out for the day, and this sense of an unfortunate missed connection culminates in some dangerous behaviour, and then a look into his unconscious as we see what he dreams of on the night of his failed quest.
Étangs Noirs’ down-at-heel, urban French-Belgian setting inevitably reminds us of the Dardennes, whom De Keyser and Dumoulin mimic in both obvious and subtle ways: their tightly choreographed long tracking shots are present and correct, yet the odd stylistic tics reappear, such as intercom conversations shown from the point of view of just one participant. The location work is grubby and tactile, with wide-angle lenses bringing every detail to light; an exterior night-time shot of the high-rise shows Jimi as a tiny, dotted figure on the balustrade, as if in an unusually deserted Brueghel landscape painting.
There is no ambiguity in what is depicted on screen, but other elements demand an explanation: what is his motive for going to such lengths to assist an apparent stranger? And what on Earth is actually in the parcel? Étangs Noirs sidesteps the “why?” to focus bravely on the “how?”, even if this minimalistic focus sometimes suggests a thrifty, low-budget short or even an accomplished student film.
After experimenting with dead cinematic time in its final act, consisting of simply observing and waiting alongside Jimi on a crowded Metro train, the film brings together its odd strands, and builds to a wonderfully subtle and humanistic climax.
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