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Zama offers a series of scathingly insightful observations about colonialism and class dynamics -- and satisfyingly ends a long wait between projects from writer-director Lucrecia Martel.
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This blackly funny-and ultimately haunting-examination of colonial history is thoroughly characteristic in its brilliant manipulation of physical space.
Told in the typically oblique style of Argentinian director Lucrecia Martel, this adaptation of Antonio di Benedetto's novel is nonetheless a pointed fable about the futility of colonialism.
You have to find your own way through Zama, slowed down by the tropical torpor that hangs over the whole film. The pace is languid, the style is cryptic and the mood is downbeat, to say the least.
Some movies unfold as dreams; "Zama" dances us playfully toward the edge of nightmare and then asks us to open our eyes.
Zama is a story that obviously has something of Beckett and Kafka, but creates worryingly plausible real-world evocations of their cosmic loneliness and bureaucratic imprisonment.
There's absolutely nothing else like it in theaters this year, which I mean as both a hearty endorsement and a necessary forewarning.
A film that is haunting, baffling, and frustrating in equal measure.
It's a comedy of errors of bleakly dystopian existentialism, the farce of his successes leading him right where we thought his failures would nothing short of brilliant.
Filled with situations that mirror the social and racial preconception of the time, this hypnotic tale of punishment and atrocious colonialism is an engrossing experience, likely to be turned into a cult film.
Artistic rendition of an unknown conflict regarding colonization, paranoia, and extreme isolation. I'm very sure history did not look this good.
As befits a film about waiting for answers, this is a languid and enervating watch, and feverishly funny. By halfway I was desperate for something to happen and I was then somewhat over-rewarded in this regard.
If cinema is about being transported to another place, Martel is unrivaled as a guide...
As much as the titular character suffers, Martel doesn't turn him into a tragic figure nor do his torments overshadow the very real horrors of late 18th century colonialism. Its an impressive feat, one that's matched by the haunting and enigmatic ending.
Here's another instance where I saw a completely different movie than what every other critic did. For all of its visual strength and seemingly fertile thematic ground, Zama holds the record for the one movie I've fallen asleep to the most before initial completion. It took me six attempts to wakefully traverse this hour and forty five minute long period piece. Whether it be a credit to the intriguing soundtrack and gorgeous cinematography or a boon to a good nap, the movie is seething in ambience, so get your coffee in before you watch it or Zama will zonk you out.
Ask most other reviewers and they'll say this is director Lucretia Martel's triumphant return to film making. It's a quiet and darkly humorous existential piece exploring class dynamics through the eyes of a Spanish colonial prefect, Don Diego de Zama. We witness his mental deterioration, trapped in a dead-end job, overseeing a South American colony, and pining for a transfer back to greater civilization. Sometimes he gets horny and shut down by just about every woman around him, and he is regularly exposed as a miserable and ineffective leader by nearly everyone else as he flounders between bureaucratic tedium and his general lack of purpose.
For a protagonist, it's pretty hard to care about him as he's a boring and depressingly bad person. What this says about personal fulfillment amidst soul-crushing bureaucracy is nothing Brazil didn't overstate decades ago, so we're left with the admirably well-executed period design and the beauty of the South American coast. That stuff can only float my boat for so long before I nod off, and this is coming from someone who loves comparably paced films with similar settings like Aguirre: The Wrath of God, Embrace of the the Serpent, and Valhalla Rising. If you're looking for forty winks, this one's about eighty.
Those who have seen The Headless Woman will be able to identify Martel's recurring themes and symbolism in this one as well, but while they can be as powerful as in that film, the structure and narrative elements this time don't actually amount to something so cohesive in the end.
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