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The first and quickest casualty of 2022 awards season was Alejandro G. Iñárritu’s Bardo, False Chronicle of a Handful of Truths back in September, when it premiered at the Venice Film Festival and was slapped with a 38% Rotten Tomatoes score the next day. Awards pundits and fans were shocked, Netflix demanded a re-cut of the nearly 3 hour epic, Iñárritu threw a fit about artists having to compromise their vision for profits. But, even with a 15 minute shorter edit, it’s easy to see why critics and longtime cinema aficionados didn’t fall in love with the filmmaker’s vision this time around. Just by the first scene alone, we get a woman (Griselda Siciliani) giving birth before the doctor tells her the baby doesn’t want to enter this world and has the nurse push the newborn back into the mother’s body. We quickly learn this whole sequence is how our lead, Silverio Gacho (Daniel Giménez Cacho), mentally copes with his first child’s death in infancy. But, let me tell you, imagery this polarizing is still the completely wrong way to begin your film. It’s not as tone deaf and offensive as similar scenes in Andrew Dominik’s Blonde, but it does make you wonder what the hell you just walked into.
Iñárritu’s direction for Bardo has been compared to arthouse filmmakers Andrei Tarkovsky and Alejandro Jodorowsky, but the themes and character’s introspective instantly made me think of Federico Fellini’s 8 ½ (1963) and even more so Woody Allen’s own 8 ½ homage Stardust Memories (1980). Silverio is a successful Mexican journalist turned documentary filmmaker who is about to be the first Latino to receive a prestigious American award for journalism. But Silverio suspects he’s being chosen for political reasons that would make the US look more progressive. While leading up to the ceremony, we get artsy fantasy mixed with social commentary and Silverio’s existential crisis. Siciliani plays his wife Lucia and Ximenia Lamadrid and Iker Sanchez Solano are their children Camila and Lorenzo.
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Bardo’s concept of an acclaimed artist struggle to be respected and taken seriously in his home country and the US for different reasons is really interesting to me. We can tell Iñárritu clearly has had this internal battle personally, as the scenes with Silverio and his kids are reminiscent to the Emma Stone parts of AGI’s earlier movie Birdman (2014). So I hate to say that I wish the writer-director had reigned himself in a bit stylistically or that Bardo was made by a different filmmaker. The end result here is just way too pretentious, indulgent and even conceited at points. A scene where a past colleague from Silverio’s early days chews the protagonist out and accuses him of being a fraud almost comes across as unintentionally meta and unself-aware. I liked 21 Grams (2003) and Babel (2006), and enjoyed Birdman enough to defend the film when Iñárritu started getting accusations of self-righteousness from reviewers. But he was already losing me with The Revenant (2015) and now he’s lost me even more with Bardo. Nothing in this character study warrants the 160 minute runtime and the usual familiar camera gimmicks we get in AGI movies feel cliché presently. I also felt it was a little absurd to suggest the whole history of Mexico is on his shoulders of a niche documentarian because of an award.
Darius Khondji’s cinematography is stunning as usual and Cacho does deliver a fine lead performance that makes us interested in Silverio as a character to the end. I enjoyed the mix of Spanish and English dialogue to show the story’s confliction as well. But as a whole, Bardo just made me lose steam.
I am late replying on these wonderful articles. I watched it and liked it. I did find some of it strange though, especially the incident with the birth. {Weird)