Review: Don’t Look for Closure in Oscar-Nominated Loveless

Filmmaker Andrey Zvyagintsev has become something of a master at conveying what many of the dark corners of Vladimir Putin’s Russia look like without saying or showing it outright. It’s a skill I’m guessing many Russian artists have mastered since Putin took over as President of the Russian Federation in 2000, just a few years before Zvyagintsev landed his first directing credit with 2003’s The Return, a film about a long-absent father who returns to visit his two sons and whip them into shape to become “real men.” Hmmmm…

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Since then, Zvyagintsev has made one impressive and revealing film after another, including 2011’s Elena and the 2014 Oscar-nominated Leviathan. At the 2017 Cannes Film Festival, he debuted his latest emotionally devastating work Loveless (recently nominated for an Oscar as well), which begins as a story of a missing child but turns into a not-so-subtle examination of the deep-seated corruption that is rotting the political and social infrastructure of so much of Russia today.

Defying expectations once again, Zvyagintsev introduces us to a married couple still living together but in the death throes of a particularly bitter divorce. Boris (Alexey Rozin) and Zhenya (Maryana Spivak) can’t stand the sight of each other, and they have no issues about allowing the toxicity of their relationship to spill over onto their 12-year-old son, Alyosha (Matvey Novikov), who has become so damaged from even being near the war between his parents that he walks through life like a specter. He works at his computer, cries intermittently, but mostly Alyosha just listens and absorbs every word like a body blow. Both having moved on to new lovers in their individual lives (in fact, Boris’s girlfriend is many months pregnant), neither parent really has the time to deal with their son, making him feel all the more unwanted.

It takes days for this self-absorbed, toxic twosome to even realize that Alyosha has gone missing, and for a while both they and the police believe the deeply unhappy child is simply hiding or has run away. But as time progresses, this scenario seems unlikely, and Boris and Zhenya are forced to be somewhat civil in a joint effort to find their son. In any other movie (particularly one made in America), the filmmakers might use this desperate search as a device to bring the parents together, but Zvyagintsev (along with co-writer Oleg Negin) already accepts that this relationship is dead and buried. He’s far more interested in the mechanisms that are set in motion to find the missing child.

The police seem annoyingly intent on labeling Alyosha a runaway, thus keeping their stats down on unfound missing children. Combine that attitude with the parents’ general lack of interest, and it becomes clear that the filmmaker is condemning the state of caring about anything or anyone outside of one’s own interests in Russia. Presumably by design, even the film itself frequently drifts away from the search to explore the deeper recesses of the parents’ lives. Boris’ girlfriend, Masha (Marina Vasilyeva), has an intolerable mother always whispering in her ear about what a bad provider Boris is, for example.

He works for a company with conservative values that would look down on him living with a pregnant woman who isn’t his wife, so he’s desperate to finalize the divorce and remarry as soon as possible. Meanwhile, Zhenya is seeing an attentive, rich, older man, Anton (Andris Keishs), who seems to satisfy her on most fronts. While both new relationships appear better than the ones they are escaping, there’s something decidedly hollow and opportunistic about all of it—likely another comment on the new Russia.

With the police being of little help, a citizens’ action group steps in and takes the lead on the search for Alyosha. Not to imply that the director abandons the missing-child storyline; in fact, large portions of the movie are devoted to the slow and arduous task of investigating his disappearance. A handful of false leads are devastating, but the dedication of the resourceful volunteer group is one of the film’s few, genuine beacons of hope.

Honing his craft over a handful of films across 15 years, Zvyagintsev has mastered the art of allowing very specific events to fuel his allegory concerning both the collective empathy of the Russian people and the destructive power that results when love is destroyed. What is almost more powerful and gutsy about Loveless is its moving commitment to avoiding a clean resolution to a great number of story threads. We’re simply extracted from this family’s many dramas and are forced to contend with the realization that most things in life don’t get closure, as much as we desire it. With cinema, more than life, we are used to an artificial sense of resolution, but this film refuses to offer an easy sense of completion. And if that leaves a knot in your stomach, then Loveless has done its job.

The film opens today at the Music Box Theatre.

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  1. Interesting review except for the attempt to pin all the shortcomings of a typical yuppie couple (the kind likely to be found in any of the west’s capitals) on something “Russia”. The reviewer seems to find symbolism where none exists. Hollow relationships exist by the bushels in America, and the police reactions are likely to be quite similar (a runaway kid, etc. etc.) too.

    The real hollowness comes from opportunistic capitalist style values which may be good for the pocketbook but do not enrich the soul. The corruption of modern Russia can hardly hold a candle to the corruption in America where powerful lobbies – local, state and federal – rule roughshod over everything.

    I was gratidfied by the positives upheld by the volunteers group. Again, just as it would be in the US. There are good people everywhere. And there are fashionably selfish people everywhere. I see nothing particularly “Russian” about this movie. Its success owes everything to the universality of its message not to any national flavor. reminds me of a winner of the foreign language oscar – the Iranian movie “Separation”. That one too was Iranian in appearance, but very universal in its overall message.

    I says, enough already with the Russia-bashing. Can’t Art provide a safe space from overt nationalism?

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