‘Laurence Anyways’ shows Dolan gaining traction, but in desperate need of an editor

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Laurence Anyways
Written by Xavier Dolan
Directed by Xavier Dolan
Canada / France, 2012

No one will dispute Xavier Dolan’s ambition. The now 23-year-old filmmaker already has three features under his belt, each more audacious than the last. Laurence Anyways, his follow-up to the warmly received Les Amours Imaginaires, seems on its face to represent Dolan’s vault into greater things: a gender-breaking anti-romance spanning a decade, boasting a daunting 161-minute runtime and an unusual aspect ratio (1.33:1), and shot in both France and Québec, Laurence promises either greatness or utter folly. The truth, as usual, rests somewhere in the middle: Dolan’s film contains revelatory performances, moments of startling beauty, and his most strikingly empathetic material, but his excesses nearly discard the goodwill built up over the film’s first 100 or so minutes.

Ostensibly, the film revolves around Laurence (Melvil Poupaud), a high-school teacher who harbors and then acts on a hidden desire to live as a woman, but the bulk of the film’s screentime and attention actually goes to Fred (Suzanne Clément), Laurence’s girlfriend. When the film opens in 1989, they’re attached at the hip, enjoying a freewheeling-but-measured existence balancing day jobs and pot-addled social outings, having developed the sort of private shared language that is the province of the mutually co-dependent. After Laurence announces his decision, Fred is initially troubled, but then doubles down on her commitment level, pledging to support Laurence throughout his transition and launch headlong into a shared future. Before very long, however, external factors and internal pressures create fissions in the relationship until their dissolution seems only natural.

While Poupaud is credible as Laurence, the film belongs to Clément, much as J’ai Tué Ma Mère was marked by a great turn from Anne Dorval (more directly echoed here by the film’s other great performative asset, French screen veteran Nathalie Baye as Laurence’s mother). As Fred moves from unadulterated love and acceptance to frustration and self–doubt, Clément is note-perfect throughout, nailing a character whose emotional range is as vast as the film’s temporal scope.

It’s a shame, then, that Dolan didn’t think it necessary to hire an editor, instead opting to handle those duties himself. Laurence contains the materials for a truly great and distinctive work, but the film’s considerable charms are almost completely lost amidst a pointless framing device (in which Laurence explains his journey to a journalist) and almost the entirety of the film’s 1995-and-onward content, which lingers far too long on characters about whom the film has nothing new to impart. It feels like a tacked-on fourth act that could easily have been cut down to a brief epilogue or, preferably, been excised entirely.

Laurence shares with Les Amours Imaginaires a fascination with pop music (Depeche Mode, the Cure, and, of course, Fever Ray are all present and accounted for) as well as slightly abstruse framing decisions (shot-countershot patterns in which Fred and Laurence’s faces obscure each other in a none-too-subtle visual nod to their increasing emotional separation) and elemental exploitation (one of the few striking moments in the film’s back third features a windstorm of leaves engulfing Fred in a moment of emotional overwhelm), but it’s Dolan’s empathetic, egalitarian treatment of Laurence and Fred that truly elevates the film’s best material, and suggests that with a modicum of humility and perhaps the tempering influence of a strong editor, he’s capable of making truly great movies. After all, director/editor pairings are a hallmark of great directorial ouevres: Woody Allen and Susan Morse, Martin Scorsese and Thelma Schoonmaker,  David Cronenberg and Ronald Sanders, to name a few. Collaboration need not be capitulation. Should Dolan ever recognize that, he may well live up to his own considerable estimation.

Simon Howell

3 Comments
  1. Elie says

    A very fair review. Dolan is a genuine artist but the question of when to stop is the one he hasn’t quite answered yet. Lots of wonderful visual flourishes and a crazy, self-indulgent streak but all the greats had a loopiness about their oeuvre, especially at 22. I hope an editor doesn’t clip his wings too much though. There aren’t enough unique voices out there.

  2. Justine says

    I agree, if the film was an hour shorter… wow. Still thoroughly engaging, and I do think with each film he is moving in the right direction. Suzanne Clément is beyond words, a tour-de-force.

  3. Mario in Philly says

    This is one of the Cannes films on my list that I’m looking forward to. I’m a fan of Poupaud and have seen Dolan’s other two films. I read somewhere that he was inspired for Laurence Anyways by James Cameron’s Titanic. But it sounds as if he should have used half of its the length to tell one story where Cameron used it to tell two (the romance and the boat.) And I agree most people need an editor. Nonetheless, I’ll keep an eye out for when this one opens.

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