In a wordless opening sequence that launches âThe Currentsâ (2025) designer Lina (Isabel Aimé González-Sola) graciously receives a professional award from peers. Lina then goes to the bathroom to examine herself in a mirror and toss the trophy into the garbage. Following that, on a scenic walk through Geneva, Lina hooks her leg over a bridge and plunges into the river. Director Milagros Mumenthaler tactfully withholds pat explanations for Linaâs dive, and González-Solaâs inscrutable demeanor and mod style shifts (âNew hair?â) simultaneously draws in friends and family while alienating them from her private hell. An eerie, elusive and unsolvable mystery, âThe Currentsâ foregrounds everyday white noise and a distinctive technicolor visual palate to stand in for Linaâs silences. But, like the well-meaning support system surrounding Lina, Mumenthaler loses patience with this baffling heroine. Imposing exposition through backstory and psychotherapy, Mumenthaler doesnât so much unwrap as she does undo the vague terms of Linaâs harrowing inner pain.
A distinguishing asset of âThe Currentsâ is how it looks and sounds, offering peeks into Linaâs wiring particularly as her behavior strays from acceptable norms. Sound Recordist Carlos Ibañez Diaz amplifies Linaâs vibrating phone â which she repeatedly ignores – and, when her husband Pedro (Esteban Bigliardi) shouts at her from inside the apartment, Linaâs earplugs dim his demands, turning the outside world down to an acceptable volume. Costume Designer Simona MartÃnez and Art Director Aili Chen opt for cherry-red lipstick and a purple Bardot headbands, alluding to varying arthouse cinematic icons. But compared to, say, the heightened melodramas of Pedro Almodóvar, Mumenthalerâs woman on the verge is sedate, nearly catatonic, and her tumultuous mental state swirls and swerves, suggesting another jump-scare jump looms. Â
Face-to-Face with the Past
Instead, Mumenthaler (who also wrote the script) brings Lina face-to-face with her past, rather than staying fixed in the wobbly current. A visit to a therapistâs office precedes a trip back home for Lina, and here the tone bobs to more conventional arc, an odd departure from the mischievous, beguiling lead-up. It links Linaâs own attempt to escape her family â her daughter SofÃa (Emma Fayo Duarte) begs her to stay â to her own mom, who Lina sees at her childhood home (all lights are off and mom won’t go outside), shrinking Mumenthalerâs thesis (and Linaâs struggles) to digestible bite-sizes. And that emotional course rings hollow based on Mumenthalerâs earlier evocation of Linaâs estranged duality (calling to Kieslowski) or femme-fatalistic nature (Hitchcock), so âThe Currentsâ bends to familiar dramatic tropes, rounded out with a prescriptive resolution at the end.
When âThe Currentsâ allows doubt to build rather than solve itself, itâs a uniquely unsettling nightmare, draped in chic elegance and turquoise. Despite a pivot towards predictability, âThe Currentsâ glides when Mumenthaler refuses to audit Linaâs mental state or identify a disorderâs source. Fragility and unease are the filmâs primary moods, so it doesnât seem credible for Lina â controlled in her instability, like everyone else is lost, not just her â to bolt from Pedro only to return, shrouded in maternal and domestic guilt. Actually, thatâs exactly what a person would do in most mainstream films, TV shows or soap operas. Far from standard commercial fare, âThe Currentsâ is a leering mess at its best, and Mumenthaler guides Lina towards a misdirection of her own making and, if sheâs lucky, unraveling on her own terms.
âThe Currents,â a Kino Lorber release, is now out in a limited theatrical release.
