Adapting—and dedicating the film to—good friend Russell Banks (1940-2023), Schrader strips down his leads—especially Gere—removing all traces of the movie star glean accumulated over the years. Banks’ novel “Foregone” was, according to Schrader, a thinly-veiled autobiography, in which the author came off quite terribly. I haven’t read the book, but on that description, Schrader’s film is loyal to Banks’ version. Leo—older (Gere) and younger (Elordi)—is probably lovable to some, but on the surface, he’s insufferable, entitled and reliably unreliable. Also, needy: in the film’s opening scenes, when Leo is brought to a room for an interview with former students, filmmakers Malcolm (Michael Imperioli) and Rene (Caroline Dhavernas), he refuses to talk until he locates his wife Emma (Thurman).
Gere and Schrader Together Again
Codependency is one explanation, but perhaps Leo needs Emma there for another, almost sinister reason: to hear his truth. Granted, Leo’s gruff disposition understandable is to an extent, since he’s a dying man whose cancer has reached late late stages. But through flashbacks, Leo rehashes the missteps—they’re legion—of his younger self. Elordi, hale and mustachioed, excels at all stages, evoking a polite and confused boy rebelling against his stern parents who then molds into an adult gracefully considering an offer that he’d never accept from his wife’s father to take over the family business. When Leo leaves pregnant Alicia (Kristine Froseth) with her parents in Virginia to close on a new home in Vermont, the storytelling evolves from linear exposition to uneven CliffNotes, rife with scribbled and semi-legible notes in the margins.
Leo’s account of how he abandoned his family shocks Emma, who begins asking to break for her husband’s sake (each coughing fit sounds like the next one will kill him), only to have her admit that it’s all too much for her. At this point, Leo—who seems actually rattled, but also sarcastically says, “Wait, I’m confused!” while eerie, jangled camera angles interrogate him—demands that Emma switch spots with the interviewer Malcolm, so that Leo can speak directly to Emma on the other side of the camera. By the time Leo is finished, he’s exhausted, a little closer to death, and it’s still unclear whether some of his story was fabricated, and which parts were especially disturbing to Emma, who, it ends up, was well-aware that Leo had a son Cornel (Zach Shaffer). Emma keeps some secrets to herself, though.
Well Worth the Cost of Admission
Cornel’s voice is the first narrator, introducing Leonard, Emma and an at-home nurse in a room that, if shaded in crimson and rewound back a century, would resemble the otherworldly death cathedral in Ingmar Bergman’s “Cries and Whispers” (1972). Schrader has always been a subtly flashy and gifted stylist, and the monochrome Elordi sequences recreate the 1960s and 1970s without exaggerating or luxuriating in exclamation points about Vietnam, protests, etc. That thread is merely part of the film, not a separate entry in which period details overwhelm the narrative. Leo’s accidental career shift from an academic and writer to celebrated documentary filmmaker is mentioned in passing, while the withdrawal from his family—and attendant infidelities—are given ample—and in the case of his sexual conquests, perhaps excessive—airtime.
Alas, this is not a film about the artist as a young man. It’s more about the old dying man who happens to be an artist and who, as a younger man, repeatedly betrayed the people who relied on him most. And Gere, uniting with Schrader for the first time since “American Gigolo” (1980), is a memorable, menacing villain. The purpose of Leo’s truth-telling is to free himself, and it ends up being the final selfish act in a long line of objectionable behavior. Too frail for physical altercation, Leo nonetheless fits right at home in Schrader’s canon of broken men, enacting his own special brand of self-sabotage, eschewing contemplative closure for a perverse form of revenge against himself and his family. In other words: another visit to a lonesome, troubled man in one of Schrader’s rooms and “Oh, Canada” is well worth the cost of admission.
“Oh, Canada” screened at the 2024 New York Film Festival, which concluded on October 14th. Follow us for wrap-up coverage.
