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In attempting to explain why a group of high school teenagers in California covered up the murder of a classmate, screenwriter Neal Jimenez and director Tim Hunter\u2019s River\u2019s Edge<\/a><\/em> (1987) blames the impact of media for the inability of the teens to feel any sort of emotion. Clarissa tells the protagonist Matt (Keanu Reeves) that she cried watching Brian\u2019s Song<\/em>, the TV movie about the football player who died prematurely of cancer, but she\u2019s unable to mourn for Jamie, her deceased friend. At the end of the film, all the kids file past Jamie\u2019s casket, still unable to shed a tear, presenting us with a bleak view of teenagers who seem incapable of differentiating between mediated experiences and those occurring in their own lives. Afterschool<\/em> (2008), Antonio Campos\u2019s disturbing debut feature, mines similar territory to River\u2019s Edge<\/em>, but, in this case, it\u2019s about young teens whose lives have been impacted by new technologies, such as YouTube videos and the Internet.<\/p>\n

Afterschool <\/em>played in the Un Certain Regard section of the Cannes Film Festival last spring, and was screened at the prestigious New York Film Festival this fall. Made by an incredibly talented\u00a0twenty-five-year-old filmmaker, who studied film at NYU, Afterschool<\/em> tells the story of Robert (Ezra Miller), an alienated and depressed high school sophomore at Brighton, an elite boarding school. The film opens with Robert watching the type of material easily accessible on the Internet, including silly home videos, the lynching of Saddam Hussein, brutal war footage, and violent pornography that turns him on.<\/p>\n

Whereas Gus Van Sant\u2019s Elephant<\/em> charted the architecture of the prison-like school building as contributing to the social dislocation and regimentation of suburban high school kids as they shuffle between classes and respond to class-period bells, Jody Lee Lipes’s\u00a0cinematography does a great job of creating the sterility of life at a privileged boarding school, where the interior white walls at times suggest the inside of a psychiatric ward.\u00a0Both Campos and co-producer Josh Mond attended the same prep school, so it\u2019s not surprising that Afterschool<\/em> provides trenchant commentary on that experience. Campos highlights the inane bromides of the headmaster, Mr. Burke (Michael Stuhlbarg), at morning assembly, as well as the disingenuous manipulations of the guidance counselor, Mr. Virgil (Gary Wilmes), who builds up trust with students only to betray them to an administration, whose only goal is keeping the families of their wealthy clientele happy.<\/p>\n

In English class, <\/em>Robert fixates more on the female teacher\u2019s anatomy \u2013 her crotch, ass, and breasts \u2013 than on Hamlet<\/em>, the thematically relevant Shakespeare play they\u2019re studying. When the teacher quizzes Robert about Hecuba\u2019s soliloquy, he tells her, “Hamlet\u2019s going to have the actors re-enact the murder in front of the stepfather . . . uncle.” The teacher adds, “He\u2019s going to play out the play, and have his own stepfather play out the crime. And hopefully his guilt will drive a confession out of him.” As the title indicates, however, Campos is more interested in depicting what the kids do in their spare time within the trapped confines of boarding school, where conversations in the\u00a0cafeteria sound remarkably similar to banter from the porn videos the kids voraciously consume on their computers.<\/p>\n

As is required if you\u2019re not into sports, Robert joins an extracurricular activity \u2013 in this case, the a\/v club. A first-year\u00a0classmate named Amy (Addison Timlin), who appears to have a crush on him, blurts out that Robert really wants to make porn. Amy quizzes Rob about his previous sexual activity, indicating that Dave (Jeremy White), his more sophisticated roommate, has downplayed Robert’s experience. “Dave\u2019s an asshole,” he tells her. After she probes into his sex life further, Rob places his hand on her throat, mimicking the rough sex in the porn video we saw him watch earlier. Amy finally asks, “You trying to strangle me to death?”<\/p>\n

The two eventually do have sex in the woods \u2013 an intensely awkward scene in which Robert still wears his blazer. “Did I hurt you,” he asks afterwards. “Yeah, a little,” Amy answers. He removes his jacket and shirt and gives her his T-shirt, which she presses against her crotch. The scene of their loss of virginity feels like it lasts for an eternity. In the cafeteria, Robert whispers about his “score” to Dave, who immediately offers to give Amy a ride home to Manhattan on the weekend.<\/p>\n

Robert unwittingly films the overdose of the popular twin sisters, Anne and Mary Talbert \u2013 a scandal that naturally wreaks havoc at the school \u2013 with his video camera.\u00a0The film-within-a-film aspect of Afterschool<\/em> might seem like a trite plot device, but Campos cleverly complicates it. Due to his interest in video, Robert is asked by Mr. Virgil to shoot an homage to commemorate the two victims. Robert goes around interviewing students and even the\u00a0parents of the twins when they visit campus, but when Mr. Burke sees the results of Robert\u2019s work, he\u2019s completely outraged and\u00a0disappointed. He tells Robert: “I\u2019m no editor, but I can safely say that was probably the worst thing I\u2019ve ever seen. You didn\u2019t even have music!” As Robert indicated to Mr. Virgil earlier, he\u2019s attracted to short video clips on the Internet that seem “real.” As might be expected then, his own video project deliberately leaves in all the material that normally would be excised in editing. One of the pleasures of Afterschool<\/em> involves seeing the comparison between Robert\u2019s raw depiction of the events and the sanitized version the school eventually produces as a memorial tribute.<\/p>\n

Not so ironically, Afterschool <\/em>eschews any type of music as well. Campos tries to create an almost clinical emotional detachment from the material he presents, as befits his subject matter. Campos shows a propensity for languid pacing, long takes, wide shots with an anamorphic lens, and odd compositions. He\u2019ll often place two figures at the very edge of the frame, or he even partially chops off parts of his subjects \u2013 the way Vincent Gallo sometimes framed his characters in Buffalo \u201966<\/em>. In the scene where Robert tells his mother on the phone that he\u2019s not fitting in, at one point he disappears\u00a0from the frame entirely. Campos sometimes\u00a0shows us the back of\u00a0Robert’s head\u00a0rather than his face in a manner Gus Van Sant often portrayed his youthful characters in Elephant<\/em>.<\/p>\n

The acting of the teenagers in Afterschool<\/em> is pretty much deadpan. Ezra Miller plays Robert with about as little affect as someone on lithium \u2013 the disembodied words seem to\u00a0stumble from his mouth as if they\u2019re secretly being delivered by a ventriloquist just offscreen. After the tragedy, Mr. Virgil attempts to puncture the armor of Robert\u2019s lack of response by asking, “What do you think of your mom? Do you know she has crabs so big I ride them to work?” Rob stares at him blankly and finally blurts out, “What?” It\u2019s the guidance counselor’s creepy way of trying to relate to teens.<\/p>\n

Like Alex, the troubled and guilt-ridden skateboarder from Van Sant’s Paranoid Park<\/em> \u2013 a film that Afterschool<\/em> in many ways resembles \u2013 Robert does, in fact, harbor very dark secrets (as does every character). And if Afterschool<\/em> conjures up associations to several\u00a0recent films, it\u2019s ultimately Michael Haneke, who seems to be a direct influence on this extraordinary first feature. Whatever the case, you have to\u00a0admire the uncompromising formal rigor of Afterschool<\/em>, which insists on being taken on its own terms. It\u2019s one of the best American independent films I\u2019ve seen this year.<\/p>\n

Afterschool <\/em>was selected for the “Best Film Not Playing at a Theater Near You” series \u2013 a small group of the most notable indie films unable to find distribution \u2013 at MoMA last month. When truly outstanding films such as Afterschool<\/em> and Lance Hammer\u2019s self-distributed Ballast<\/em> are struggling to find their way into theaters, it\u2019s a sad commentary on a distribution model that everyone agrees is broken. Campos himself seems to have a much more balanced perspective on the problem than Mark Gill\u2019s much ballyhooed remarks “Yes, The Sky Really Is Falling” <\/a>this past summer. In recent comments in Filmmaker,<\/a><\/em> Campos suggests that independent cinema might have to return to its “pre-gentrification” roots. He talks about the need for budgets to get smaller, and suggests that limitations often inspire creativity \u2013 something Maya Deren stressed many years ago \u2013 as well as the importance of making the films you want. Campos writes: “As I continue to make films, I hope my audience grows and whether they see them in the last few theaters left in their town or on their TV or on their computer, I can\u2019t predict. As long as they\u2019re not watching them on their cell phones, I\u2019m happy.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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