“You can afford lingerie, but when your kids need money, you’re out.”

The Belgium film, Private Property, is a tale of a destroyed, dysfunctional family. Apart from the fact that there’s a divorce in the background, we don’t really know the details of exactly what happened in the past. When the film begins, Pascale (Isabelle Huppert) lives with her two adult sons, Thierry (Jeremie Renier) and Francois (Yannick Renier) in an old farmhouse. In many ways the three of them share an idyllic setting. The farmhouse is large, situated on a chunk of property, and there’s a river that runs nearby. Pascale’s ex husband lives nearby, and he’s remarried with a small child.

The first scene sets the tone for the film’s tense atmosphere, and it’s soon clear that the relationships between these three–Pascale and her two sons–are pathological. She takes showers in front of Thierry while he covertly eyes her nude reflection in the glass. Thierry and Francois, who are twins, bathe facing one another in the tub. This might have been alright when they were five, but now it’s downright peculiar. All they lack is a rubber duckie to make it complete. There’s a great deal of violence brewing beneath the surfaces of these relationships. Thierry, the dominant brother of the two, is belligerent, accusatory, insulting, and he treats both his mother and his brother very badly. Attached to his absent, disgruntled father, Thierry himself as some sort of surrogate, and he assumes the moral superiority of an indignant parent. He isn’t capable of a normal conversation with his mother. Francois, on the other hand, is quiet and kind to his mother, and he frequently intervenes between Pascale and Thierry. Pascale’s relationship with her sons is odd too. She more or less ignores Francois. Perhaps it’s because she can.

It’s clear that these three people share an unhealthy life, and this becomes even more obvious as the plot continues. Pascale’s ex feels perfectly free to waltz in and out of Pascale’s home and bedroom, ignoring the fact that he no longer has the right to do so. His soured relations with Pascale spill over onto his sons, and we see the corrosive results in Thierry’s explosive resentment.

Pascale drops a bombshell on her sons when she announces one day that she wants to sell the farmhouse and move away. It seems that she’s always wanted to open a bed and breakfast. She doesn’t tell her sons, however, that she has a relationship with the neighbour, and they’ve planned this project as part of their new life together. Thierry, who treats his mother like a bad child, doesn’t take her seriously, but when he sees that she’s moving forward with her plans, he reacts violently.

Unfortunately although the film has a very strong beginning, it fails to explore the fascinating darker aspects of the relationships. There’s so much here beneath the surface. Pascale argues that she has the right to a life of her own–she’s raised her sons and now it’s time to move on. There’s nothing wrong with that argument, but her sons are socially and emotionally immature. Pascale’s boyfriend argues that Thierry and Francois are men and should be out working. Well yes, he’s correct, but there’s a strange dependency between Pascale and her sons that’s never explored. The sons are isolated at the farmhouse and dependent on getting lifts from their mother in order to get to town. Both Thierry and Francois see Pascale as a resource, and neither one of them wants to let her go. Whereas Francois is pliant, Thierry tries to control his mother by bullying. While they act like bad children, there are hints that Pascale has hindered their maturity, and now that she wants to move on with her life, she would prefer them to grow up overnight. Why Pascale thinks it’s acceptable to shower in front of her adult son, for example, is never explored. Instead the film dissolves into cliches. The film nails so many aspects of the pathology of familial relationships, but then drops the subject half way, and instead we are left with the tantalizing, darker issues unexplored. In French with subtitles, Private Property is directed by Joachim Lafosse.

Dark coming-of-age story

Teenager Igor (Jeremie Renier) and his glum father Roger (Olivier Gourmet) run a business smuggling illegal aliens into Belgium. Once there, the aliens are at Roger’s mercy, and he exploits this by stashing them in dilapidated buildings, charging phenomenal rent, and then squeezing them for extra money by charging for heating and false papers. This is all paid for by their labour–and most of the illegals also work for Roger on building sites. Roger uses Igor, who also works as an apprentice at a mechanic’s shop, as a henchman. Roger demands and expects complete loyalty from his 15-year-old son. Igor watches as his father busts in doors demanding rent, shakes the aliens down for money, and even participates in a scenario in which Roger deliberately feeds some aliens to a police sting.

The film makes it clear that Igor is corrupted. He assists his father and is rewarded by goodies. Igor seems to leave any troubling moral issues behind as he races on his much-loved go-cart with other boys his own age. But when a dying alien exacts a promise from Igor that the boy will care for his wife, Assita (Assita Ouedraogo) and child, Igor suddenly faces a moral dilemma.

La Promesse is a riveting and well-acted film from the Dardenne Brothers. Igor, is at first, unaware that he crosses a moral divide when he begins assisting Assita. His help begins in little, barely noticeable ways. Igor simply wants to keep his promise to the dying man–he doesn’t have any grand scheme in his head. The independent, suspicious Assista isn’t very grateful, and Roger soon sniffs his son’s growing humanity, and he reacts viciously. Events make the promise increasingly more difficult to keep, and inevitably, Igor has to make a moral choice. Igor has the look of a tough street urchin–thoroughly corrupted–or so it would appear–by a father who provides cigarettes and even prostitutes to his teenage son. Roger looks like a fairly harmless plump, not very bright, middle-aged man, but there’s a raw brutality there, and his seeming lack of intelligence is the result of years of blunted emotion. La Promesse can be classified as a coming-of-age film, but Igor comes of age in a dark, bleak adult world. An excellent thought-provoking film–in French with English subtitles.

 “This chip van is all our lives.”

The Belgium comedy film The Wall begins by exploring the country’s linguistic differences through a brief history and some historical footage. There’s the Dutch speaking North, and the French speaking South–known as Wallonia. Writer/Director Alain Berliner capitalizes on Belgium’s history, and takes a good-natured dig at the country’s ethnicity controversy. In the film, after centuries of division and squabbles, the government hatches a secret plot. At midnight, on the eve of the millennium, a wall is erected which firmly divides north and south Belgium. This is a problem for our hero, Albert (Daniel Hanssens) the lonely, plump owner of a chip shop that happens to sit on the newly formed border between the two countries. Albert’s chip shop is literally divided in two, and Albert who attends a New Year’s Eve party in the south can’t get back to his chip shop (half of which is in the north).

Taking a sly poke at Belgium culture, The Wall is a unique film. At the beginning, the surreal plot is fresh, amusing, and energetic. The solemn ghost of Albert’s father pesters Albert constantly with advice, and Albert so longs for love that he writes his own fortunes in the fortune cookies he gives out with each portion of chips. It looks as though his love life may be improving when he meets medical secretary Wendy (Pascale Bal), but he knows he can’t compete with her DJ boyfriend who’s “connected to the internet.”

Unfortunately, after about the halfway point, The Wall simply doesn’t go anywhere. The threads of magical realism are unhappily blended with scenes of sinister militarism. With Albert’s dad shouting, “this is the land of surrealism”, the plot takes huge liberties into meaningless absurdity. The Wall seems to be an ‘idea’ film that flirts with too many genres (musical, magical realism, thriller, romance), and the end result is a plot ends that’s too messy to satisfy. The Wall is in Dutch and French with English subtitles.