Hampstead

This is probably of the most predictable and brazenly syrupy rom-com you will see this year. Take a little Manhattan (Woody Allen, 1979), add a pinch of Notting Hill (Roger Michell), the toss in a few more decades and a lot of grey hairs. And this is not a dirty movie; in fact the Hampstead you will see is very much sanitised. I had every reason to dislike this movie, as I’m a filthy boy always looking for the dirty side of cinema. Yet I have to confess: I very much enjoyed Hampstead. This is indeed my guilty pleasure.

The movie in very loosely inspired on the life of Harry Hallowes, the Hampstead Heath squatter, who was eventually made the sole proprietor of his land piece and became a millionaire by selling it. British filmmaker Joel Hopkins concocted a love affair for the grumpy old man, impersonated here by Diane Keaton (the same actress as in Manhattan, nearly 40 years older). Harry is now called Donald (affectionately nicknamed “Donald Tramp”, and played by Brendan Gleeson), while Diane’s character is the American widow Emily.

The plot goes more or less like this: Emily can’t her handle expenses since her husband’s death a year earlier, and she could face potential eviction from her luxury flat overlooking Hampstead Heath. Her posh neighbours step in in order to help, and they try to hook her up with slimy financial advisor James (Jason Watkins), whose smile looks a lot like Austin Powers’s. She begins to peek on her eccentric hermit neighbour Donald Tramp with her binoculars, the two eventually meet, fall in love, but then Donald is facing eviction. To her neighbours’ despair, Emily joins forces with Donald in a legal battle against a powerful real estate establishment and, against all odds, they win it.

Those familiar with Hampstead will realise that the district depicted is hardly plausible. While shot in location with the numerous rhododendra and holly bushes that make up the park, any local will know that access to Highgate Cemetery is highly restricted and no one would dream of having a picnic on the Circle of Lebanon. And the 24 bus doesn’t go anywhere near Regent Street and East Heath Road. But that’s ok, that’s just a fable and none of this matters at all. What did bother me a little if the fact that their intimacy is pretty much sexless – I’d like to think that old people get very cheeky and naughty like most of us do. Well, this is a cheesy and commercial rom-com, so Joel Hopkins opted not to show aging bodies that do not abide to our strict beauty demands.

The Guardian accused the “grey pound” of ruining British cinema, and Hampstead promptly received a guilty verdict. Well, despite having a few grey hairs on my moustache, I do not belong to this statistic and I thoroughly enjoyed the movie. This is lighthearted fun devoid of dark subliminal connotations and with a message of reconciliation of classes, effective in its unabashed sloppiness. Go see it regardless of your age, just don’t expect an innovative and subversive piece of filmmaking!

Hampstead is out in cinemas across the UK on Friday, June 23rd (2017). On BritBox on Thursday, April 1st.

Alone in Berlin

Several historical films about the Third Reich have been been made this century, including The Downfall and (Oliver Hirschbiegel, 2004) and Sophie Scholl: The Last Days (Marc Rothemund, 2006. Both films were successful, realistic and convincing endeavours, which have become widely recognised and acclaimed worldwide. Both films are in German. Even Hollywood films about the controversial and turbulent period of German history were often made in German, such as The Good German (Steven Soderbergh, 2006), forcing the heartthrob George Clooney to learn and speak some of the language of Nietzsche.

Swiss Director Vincent Pérez instead chose to adapt the German classic romance ‘Alone in Berlin’ by German writer Hans Fallada to the silver screen entirely in English. Ironically, the film premiered at the Berlin Film Festival with subtitles in German. Even the famous Alexanderplatz in Berlin became Alexander Square, and Nazi officials have a strangely and vaguely British accent.

Both the book and the eponymous film are based on the true story of a German couple who resisted the Nazi regime by handing out hand-written postcards spurring people to resist and even fight Hitler. They were inevitably caught, swiftly judged and sentenced to death. British actor Emma Thompson plays Anna Quangel, while Irish Brendan Gleeson interprets her husband – both very convincing as experienced actors.

While the performances are good and the cinematography mostly accurate, the English language makes the film very ineffective. Responsive mimicry is virtually impossible, and the movie feels like a strange tale set in a post-modern bizarre dimension that never existed. A profoundly romanticised and sanatised film with no innovative devices, which relies instead on elaborate settinga and strong performances from well-known and widely recognised actors. Alone in Berlin is a tentative tearjerker, but it will not make you cry.

An alternative solution would have been a film released in two languages, like German filmmaker Rainer Werner Fassbinder did in Despair (1978) and Lili Marleen (1981). This would have enabled Pérez to keep the desired actors without compromising authenticity.

Alone in Berlin is offensive to Berliners. It is the equivalent to making a film about Winston Churchill set in London entirely spoken in German opening at the London Film Festival with subtitles in English (in fact one has been made since this review was written last year and, surprisingly enough, it’s not in German). Of course this would never happen. This is for at least two reasons. Firstly, Hitler was a bad man and therefore many people think of German as an unpleasant language. Secondly and most importantly, Hitler lost the war, and history is always written by the victors in their own language. Had Hitler won the war, we would probably be queuing in Leicester Square to watch Allein in London starring Margit Carstensen and Markus Bausteimer.

This does not mean that a good and creative movie can never be made in a foreign language. In 2001 Michael Haneke adapted Elfriede Jelinek’s book ‘The Piano Teacher’ to a film by the same name. Although entirely set in German-speaking Vienna, the film is entirely in French. Haneke made such choice simply because he wanted French actress Isabelle Huppert in the main role. The difference is the poetic licence of the film, which rendered the movie powerful despite the language disconnect. Unfortunately, Alone in Berlin does not possess such quality.

Alone in Berlin was part of the Official Competition at the 66th Berlinale in February 2016, when this piece was originally written. It open in UK cinemas on June 30th, 2017 – maybe it’s even showing in Leicester Square.

Click here for our review of another equally romanticised yet far more effective film also starring Brendan Gleeson showing right now in cinemas!