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1996, the best year in movie history, pt. 63: Secrets & lies

Is this the best movie of 1996? I think so. It has as much heart as Shine and as much cinematic virtuosity as Fargo. Secrets & Lies is a high-wire act, a controlled outpouring of uncontrolled emotion and verbiage with close-ups of tears, glares, and twitches.

When serious acting so outrageously violates the “less is more” principle, it has to be very, very skillful to come off as well as it does here.

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Hortense’s adoptive parents have died. Hortense (Marianne Jean-Baptiste), a young optometrist, makes an appointment with a social worker (the great Lesley Manville, one of director Mike Leigh’s regular actors). If you want to contact your birth family, the social worker tells Hortense, consider using our agency: We’re professionals.

The social worker is full of words but also, somehow, distant. She’s an energetic bureaucrat going through the motions.

Hortense chooses to find her birth family on her own.

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One discovery surprises her. Although Hortense is black, the birth records show that her mother is white. Of course, as a matter of genetics, that’s not unheard of, and Hortense and the other characters accept it readily enough.

What shocks Hortense’s biological family is that Hortense should exist at all. The mother, Cynthia (the spectacular Brenda Blethyn), kept quiet about her first child, whom, as a teenager, she gave away without having seen.

Hortense easily finds Cynthia, who still lives in the same grubby East London house where she grew up. She’s had a hard life, working in a factory and raising a second daughter – who is white – the scowling street-sweeper Roxanne (Claire Rushbrook). Cynthia also cared for her father, now deceased, and her younger brother, the gentle, affable Maurice (Timothy Spall).

Cynthia often quarrels with Roxanne but seldom sees Maurice, who has moved with his class-anxious wife, Monica (Phyllis Logan), into a large house in a richer part of town. Maurice has “made good.” He runs a small but prosperous photography studio. He shoots weddings and portraits. He often plays peacemaker with his subjects, as he has been forced to do for Monica, Cynthia, and Roxanne.

He exudes goodness. So does Hortense. Either would make a worthy hero. Arguably, however, the hero of this story is the least reasonable person: the lonely, volatile Cynthia. She may be difficult to live with, but she has given her all.

It took many viewings for me to decide that Cynthia is the hero.

A Mike Leigh protagonist is multifaceted. He or she might seem wonderful upon one viewing and beyond-the-pale awful the next time. Or vice versa.

Who is the hero of the Book of Ruth? (God, of course; but which of the humans?)

Is it the young titular character, who bravely throws in her lot with her griefstricken second mother? Is it the hospitable Boaz?

Or is it old Naomi? She doesn’t just rest in the unexpected love of her new daughter. Instead, she sets up a proper home for Ruth by contriving – perhaps rather desperately and comically – to fully incorporate her into the family.

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As in Fargo, there’s one memorable sequence in Secrets & Lies that bears a significance that isn’t immediately obvious.

Maurice photographs a beautiful young woman in his studio. A hideous scar runs across one side of her face. She is a car crash victim. The photographs are for her insurers – she has lost her job as a beauty consultant – and also, perhaps, for use in a lawsuit. The woman is consumed by bitterness.

Someone always draws the short straw, Maurice reflects (and not for the first time).

As soon as the woman leaves, a disheveled man crosses the street and walks into the studio. He is the previous owner. Years ago, he sold the business to Maurice and moved to Australia, where he failed to establish himself. Now he has returned. He, too, is bitter.

There but for the grace of God go I, Maurice reflects.

These two characters have no influence on what happens between Hortense and her new family. Why are they in the movie? The implicit contrast is with Cynthia, who also “drew the short straw.” Like these people, she is lonely and sad and desperate. But she isn’t consumed. She’s still able to love and to be loved, and that’s what saves her and her family.

Not that they don’t have bitterness or meanness to overcome. The movie is called “secrets and lies,” after all. There is the secret of Hortense, Cynthia’s first child; and Monica and Maurice have a secret of their own.

I’m not doing justice to this rich movie.


P.S. When I first saw it, as a teenager in a Quito cinema, the color looked washed out – as in the above image. It looked washed out every time I saw the movie on VHS or DVD. Now the color is vibrant. It seems to have been touched up for the movie’s re-release through Criterion. The movie is beautiful to look at; it’s not only a balm for the soul.

Moonbird; volto di donna; cul-de-sac; a scent of jasmine; old-school romance and horror







You know that painting, The Snake Charmer, which decorates the cover of Said’s book, Orientalism? My boys appear to have been regarding it as a fashion directive. … Samuel, first; then, Daniel, imitating Samuel (“following suit”).

Some neighbors stop by

Urchins knocked. They talked to Karin, who stood in the doorway.

“Is your son here?”

“Yes,” said Karin, bemused, as Samuel rushed over to see who was inquiring. “But he can’t go out. He’s just a little boy.”

“We mean your other son.”

“He’s even littler,” said Karin. (Just then, in another room, Daniel howled.)

Disappointed, the urchins went away.

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Not long afterward, they knocked again. I opened the door this time.

“Can we [mumble, mumble, mumble],” the smallest one said.

“What was that?” I leaned down.

“Can we swim in your pool.”

“We don’t have a pool.”

They looked stunned.

“We have a sprinkler … ” I offered.

“Can you tell ⎯⎯⎯ to come outside?”

“I’m sorry. No one named ⎯⎯⎯ lives in this house. Is that a real tattoo?” (I asked the smallest boy).

“Yes.”

It was a huge tattoo – elbow-to-wrist, almost.

“How old are you?” I asked.

“Twelve.”

“Well, like I said, ⎯⎯⎯ doesn’t live here and we don’t have a pool. Are you thinking of the people next door? They used to have a pool, but they tore it down and moved away, and now someone else lives there.”

They’d had enough. My interlocutor wheeled around. His companion jumped down off the recycling bin he’d been sitting on, and they left.

I like to think that some day my sons will roam the streets with other neighborhood boys.

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Have you ever heard the term threenager? It’s apt.

Samuel already wants to break out of our little household cocoon.

“Sammy and Daddy can go outside now,” he said. “To the street.”

I.e., not to the back yard.

(Karin and Daniel were at the doctor’s.)

I walked to the library with Samuel. As usual, he didn’t read there; he played with the toys. He did not want to leave.

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P.S. Daniel doesn’t have too much lead in his blood anymore.

A pocket full of rye

So, I finished re-reading A Pocket Full of Rye, which I greatly enjoyed.

A few remarks about Gladys, the parlormaid.

(1) There are many, many servant-Gladyses in Christieworld. Most are interchangeable – this one is surely the most fleshed-out Gladys.

Was “Gladys” really a common Christian name for members of the servant class in early-to-mid-twentieth-century Britain? Or is this a class marker of Christie’s own invention?

(2) This Gladys is said to be stupid and unattractive, with “adenoids” – a repulsive physical feature.

I looked it up. An adenoid is a body part – a kind of tonsil – that is important for fighting childhood infection. Everyone’s got ’em.

There must be some further usage. Does the term refer to a medical condition, perhaps? A behavior? Breathing loudly? Speaking from the back of one’s nose? (Karin suggests).

(3) 2008’s TV Gladys (Rose Heiney) seems to have been cast and costumed to look like 1985’s TV Gladys (Annette Badland), even though the book is not so specific about how Gladys looks.

There is nothing new under the sun.

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Happy seventh wedding anniversary to Karin & me.

Muerte cruzada

“That was the secret of secrets,” said Queen Jadis. “It had long been known to the great kings of our race that there was a word which, if spoken with the proper ceremonies, would destroy all living things except the one who spoke it. But the ancient kings were weak and soft-hearted and bound themselves and all who should come after them with great oaths never even to seek after the knowledge of that word. But I learned it in a secret place and paid a terrible price to learn it. I did not use it until she forced me to it. I fought and fought to overcome her by every other means. I poured out the blood of my armies like water – ”

“Beast!” muttered Polly.

“The last great battle,” said the Queen, “raged for three days here in Charn itself. For three days I looked down upon it from this very spot. I did not use my power till the last of my soldiers had fallen, and the accursed woman, my sister, at the head of her rebels was half way up those great stairs that lead up from the city to the terrace. Then I waited till we were so close that we could see one another’s faces. She flashed her horrible, wicked eyes upon me and said, ‘Victory.’ ‘Yes,’ said I, ‘Victory, but not yours.’ Then I spoke the Deplorable Word. A moment later I was the only living thing beneath the sun.”
(From The Magician’s Nephew.)

In Ecuador, the political situation isn’t as dire as this. But it’s close.

On the verge of impeachment, the president, Guillermo Lasso, has spoken the Deplorable Word. Or, rather, he has invoked its watered-down, constitutional equivalent, the muerte cruzada (“mutual death”).

The legislature is hereby dissolved (although this won’t go unchallenged). Lasso’s tenure is now slated to end in six months. Meanwhile, general elections will be held. The victorious legislators and executive will serve out the remainder of the original, pre-dissolution term of office, which will continue until 2025.

Lasso, in theory, could win his election and be “resurrected” as president. Until then, it will be his prerogative to govern by decree, unchecked by the legislature (but not by the courts).

The BBC explains.

My dad made the point that muerte cruzada amounts to a check on legislators, discouraging them from overthrowing the president – spuriously or otherwise – as the Ecuadorian Asamblea Nacional has been wont to do.

In this case, it was the legislators’ foolish attempt to oust Lasso that provoked Lasso to oust them from the government.

A longer-term consequence is that from now on, every likely presidential impeachment can be expected to result in a dissolution of the legislature. Immanent impeachment virtually guarantees a comprehensive reset.

That might not be such a bad thing.

More worrying is the period of governance by presidential decree. I hope that things will turn out all right this time. But it’s not the sort of privilege I’d be glad for just any president to exercise.

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Karin had planned to take a few days off, for enjoyment. Then, she tweaked her lower back, was unable to walk, and ended up taking Tuesday and Wednesday off, for recovery.

The children were mercifully docile those days.