Review: Revanche

Revanche is a character-driven fallout-from-crime tale full of midsummer sunlight and yearnings for redemption.

Photo: Janus Films

A character-driven fallout-from-crime tale full of midsummer sunlight and yearnings for redemption, Revanche is almost fatally reluctant to get its hands dirty, its milieu shifting on a violent twist from a grimy Vienna brothel to the rural exurbs for buckets of guilt, angst, and frequently clumsy metaphors. Weathered and thick-bodied, fortysomething Alex (Johannes Krisch) does the heavy lifting around a city cathouse, looking for an escape with his Ukrainian prostitute girlfriend (Irina Potapenko), whom he playfully frightens in the bedroom with an empty gun and ski mask. The theatrics serve as a foreshadowing that he’s not cut out for success at felony, along with his pimp boss’s warning, “You don’t belong here. You’re soft.” Intercut with Alex’s plans for an “easy” bank robbery, related to his skeptical lover in the bed of his gray flat, is the home life of a deceptively well-scrubbed small-town cop and his wife (Andreas Lust and Ursula Strauss) who are caring neighbors of Alex’s elderly farmer grandfather (Hannes Thanheiser); the aftermath of the preordained collision of these two couples tests the survivors’ values, unknown to themselves, of faithfulness and personal justice.

Unlike his fellow Austrian, the sadistic ironist Michael Haneke, writer-director Götz Spielmann strives to identify with his crisis-laden characters’ anguish, and is particularly aided by Krisch’s grieving would-be avenger and Strauss’s desperate, vulnerable hausfrau. But his most heavy-handed images undermine the grace notes of the actors; given the rural marrieds’ fertility problems, endlessly reprised shots of Alex fiercely splitting kindling in Grandpa’s barn shout “POTENCY” all too insistently, as does the literal taking of two different paths in the woods by stalker and prey. Revanche also reinforces the arty crime film as male weepie: It’s the bank robber and the cop who do the crying, while the women are suitable for a tabletop hate-fuck or to be idealized once dead. Spielmann’s coolly framed wide shots, which do bear some similarity to Haneke’s, give this contemplative “thriller” some formal buzz, but it’s too bad his humanist agenda is sufficiently mechanical that two of the final scenes can be foreseen at least two reels in advance.

 Cast: Johannes Krisch, Ursula Strauss, Irina Potapenko, Andreas Lust, Hannes Thanheiser, Hanno Pöschl  Director: Götz Spielmann  Screenwriter: Götz Spielmann  Distributor: Janus Films  Running Time: 122 min  Rating: NR  Year: 2008  Buy: Video

Bill Weber

Bill Weber worked as a proofreader, copy editor, and production editor in the advertising and medical communications fields for over 30 years. His writing also appeared in Stylus Magazine.

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