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The King
World Cinema
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Gael Garcia Bernal, William Hurt, Pell James, Paul Dano, Laura Elena Harring
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A young sailor, named Elvis (Gael Garcia Bernal), takes leave from the Navy and attempts to meet with his estranged Father (William Hurt's David Sandow), now a local town Pastor. On first appearances the clean cut and polite young man appears to be a fine, respectable American citizen. However when this initial meeting is halted somewhat abruptly, it gradually becomes clear that things aren't at all what they seem. And so begins `The King', which on the surface at least, is a typical Middle American drama centered around a Bible-Belt dwelling family. What it becomes further along is an engaging and at times thought provoking case study of innocence lost and regained, dealing with sin, vengeance, love and ultimately forgiveness.
Living in the pastel shaded Corpus Christi (Body of Christ to you or me) the Sandow's inhabit the general sanctity of a `Christian Values' town. The father a town Pastor, the good and dutiful wife (Mullholland Drive's Laura Harring), the prodigal son and doting daughter are, from the outside looking in, a picture perfect masquerade belying the secrets and lies of forgotten and hidden pasts. Upon the arrival of the unstable Elvis this veil soon begins to slip. He quickly embarks on a love affair with his 16 year old half-sister, that they both know is wrong but do it anyway. He out of a need for companionship and she as a means of defiance against her father's strict principles, both are convinced that it is love.
Nothing is known of Elvis' back story, why or how he served in the Navy. What he did before this or where he wants to go. We are told that his mother is apparently dead and that he appears to have no other family. His simplistic and crucially regimented outlook on life comes to the fore when presented with a threat or challenge. Clearly lacking an understanding of right and wrong Elvis seems eager to adopt the church as a means to excuse his behavior and thus erase his guilt.
The ensemble cast all put in smart, nuanced performances and Bernal is a fantastic presence, his cutesy pie eyes hiding a much darker core at once sensitive and flirtatious but also verging on something much more dangerous. Pell James (last seen in Jim Jarmusch's `Broken Flowers') is superb, shouldering much of the emotional weight as Malarie, Elvis's half sister and the (perhaps not totally) unwitting catalyst to some unexpectedly violent outbursts. The transition from naive young daddy's girl to dead eyed doll is painstakingly human, her scenes with Bernal are handled with a sensitivity that suggests the sensations are shared yet are never condoned. The under-rated William Hurt puts in yet another strong turn as a `saved' Pastor struggling to maintain control of his congregation, belief and family as his buried sins re-surface. In one key scene his un-wavering faith in a higher order to all things, prompts his wife Twyla to walk headlong in to oncoming traffic, rambling; "Nothing means anything anymore".
British Co-writer/Director James Marsh's `The King' is a difficult proposition to discuss openly without giving away too much of what's going on. That said many cinema-goers who happen to chance upon this indie picture will leave the auditorium by turns, frustrated and - as the makers no doubt intended - shocked and disturbed. Whether or not you enjoy `The King's slow-burning psychological melodrama will depend on your personal moral standing and beliefs (You get the feeling that that's half the point).
Though at times bleakly comical, rather than adopting a satirical approach to its subject matter, The King is a superbly acted treatise on the apparent weaknesses of absolute belief in faith, redemption and an all forgiving higher power.
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