Jindabyne Movie Review
Jindabyne Review

"Jindabyne" Overview

Rating: R
2006
Cast and Crew
Director : Ray LawrenceProducer : Catherine Jarman
Screenwiter : Beatrix Christian
Starring : Laura Linney,Gabriel Byrne,Deborra-Lee Furness,John Howard,Leah Purcell,Stelios Yiakmis,Alice Garner,Simon Stone,Betty Lucas,Chris Haywood,Max Cullen,Charles "Bud" Tingwell,Taeta Reilly,Eva Lazzaro,Sean Rees-Wemyss
Although the odor of buried sin and some vast, encroaching punishment hangs
over most every frame of Jindabyne, this is hardly a religious film in the
traditional manner. After a disturbing crime, church and an old family
Christian tradition hold no succor. There seems to be only the wild vastness of
Australia's New South Wales, a landscape more comfortable with the rawer, less
enfeebled spirituality of the few, benighted aborigines still living in the
area. Given the ardor with which some of the characters pursue a form of
redemption, one can only hope that there's a god of sorts out there in the
land's soaring endlessness paying attention -- and maybe even granting
absolution.
Intelligently adapted by screenwriter Beatrix Christian from Raymond Carver's
short story "So Much Water So Close to Home," Jindabyne is about the things
people do to remember that they're alive, and the things they want to forget
that make them feel dead. Set in the titular small village (a sign on the road
identifies it as "a tidy town") Laura Linney and Gabriel Byrne play Claire and
Stewart Kane, a couple with troubles surrounded by friends and coworkers with
plenty of their own. Everyone works the small-time kind of jobs you can find in
a town the size of Jindabyne, Claire clerking at a drugstore and Stewart (a
former auto racing star) running a gas station. There's darkness in the Kanes'
past, like the year and a half when Claire lived elsewhere after the birth of
their son Tom (played with heartbreaking sincerity by Sean Rees-Wemyss), never
explained. A couple they're friends with has troubles, too: a dead daughter and
now the unexpected stewardship of their goddaughter, Caylin-Calandria (Eva
Lazzaro), a haunted and troublemaking 10-year-old who seems to have a death
wish.
The crux of the whole year, at least for Stewart and his three mates, is the
annual fishing trip they take at a river deep in a remote national park. After
much fanfare they set off, only to discover on their arrival the floating body
of a young aborigine woman whom the film showed in the opening scenes being
menaced by a man in a truck. We are shown hardly any of the immediate response,
but the group decides ultimately to tie the body down so it doesn't float away
and keep fishing, only calling the police days later once they're out of the
river valley. Once back, it quickly becomes clear what the men have done, and
their seeming callousness makes for a media frenzy as the town, and their
families, turn against them.
While the men rush to act as though everything is normal, guilt throbbing in
the air, Claire can't stop worrying over the matter, returning again and again
to what happened. It's in Claire's attempt to come to grips with the matter, to
find out whether she's living with a heartless man and to locate some way of
making amends for the event, that the film's soul is located. Director Ray
Lawrence (Lantana) smartly left this part of the film in Linney's very capable
hands, as she becomes the stark and unforgiving center of this multilayered
morality tale where (in true Carver fashion) what's unsaid and unseen is
ultimately more important than that which we know and see. The remainder of the
cast, mostly veterans of Australian stage and screen, acquit themselves well
while navigating some very difficult and subtle material, with only Byrne
occasionally falling prey to melodramatic overkill.
Carver's ominous conceit -- handled with remarkably less humanity as one of the
many of his stories tossed into Altman's Short Cuts -- hangs like a dark scrap
of evil at the heart of everything Stewart and his mates refuse for so long to
say: being out there in the wild with that body, fishing in glorious weather,
makes them feel astonishingly alive. Given the elemental force with which the
film so vividly captures the overwhelming scale of the area's wilderness
(soaring peaks, sweeping plains, and placid lakes), it's easy to buy the idea
that this was some sort of primal, pre-religious sacrifice to these men -- the
sort of feeling that would not have been replicated had they been, say, fishing
off the Santa Monica Pier. It's a powerful, unsettling sensation and a hard one
to shake, for both the characters and audience alike.
Bring me back some perch.
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Review by Chris Barsanti
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