As seen at the
2009 SXSW Film Festival:
While it looks a lot like a
thoughtful and edgy auteur piece on the surface, Antonio Campos’
Afterschool is actually no more profound than your
average episode of “The Dr. Phil Show” when it comes to
exploring the YouTube generation’s alleged emotional disconnect
and hopeless complexity. Strangely enough, the film seems to be
catching on with critics—the seminal Mike D’Angelo named it his
favorite 2008 debut—but one has to assume the hip subtext has
blinded them. And even so, one has to wonder why said raving
critics don’t recognize how derivative Afterschool is of
Gus Van Sant’s similarly-themed (but far superior) Elephant.
The film
follows Robert (Erza Miller), an insecure, bottled-up teenager
who can’t relate to the other kids at his Northeast prep school.
Perhaps this is because they know he spends his days watching
violent porn videos on the Internet, blowing his load to the
sight of women getting strangled and other charming things.
Perhaps it’s because his roommate deals drugs. Or perhaps, as
the movie would like us to think, it’s because modern technology
and social structures in America have singlehandedly turned him
into a basket case.
Despite
Robert’s social issues, his attractive partner on a school film
project, Amy (Addison Timlin), inexplicably makes advances
toward him. The story, however, takes a radical turn when
Robert, filming footage for said project, witnesses popular
female twin classmates die in what’s later found to be a drug
overdose, camera rolling. His abnormal reaction to the
incident—not calling for help as the girls cough up blood and
then behaving disturbingly around the bodies—seems to alert the
clueless school staff to the fact that Robert’s probably more
than a little effed up, but they choose to ignore this in
typical bureaucratic fashion. His assigned therapy is to make
the memorial film that will be shown at an assembly
commemorating the girls.
For a film so
contemporary and distinctly young in subject and in
style—writer/director Campos is only 25—Afterschool adopts
a puzzlingly bleak attitude towards the present teenage
generation. It’s more than a little ironic that Campos’ assault
on the YouTube era could not have been made without modern
technology. The film’s central thesis seems to be that new
media, especially Internet pornography, allow troubled youth to
explore dark emotions that attract them and hence lead to a more
detached, problematic society. While I think this is a bullshit
assertion to begin with, Afterschool does itself no
favors by evidencing the message through an unredeemed loser of
a main character. Robert is so screwed up that it’s hard to
believe he wasn’t a victim of child abuse and, in turn, wouldn’t
have reached his breaking-point without YouTube, at any other
time in history.
One could
argue that the movie merely seeks to explore how new media
affect one disturbed individual and not make the aforementioned
blanket-judgments about the 21st Century world. If
this is the case, the film is even less effective because, when
not viewed as a human hyperbole or a device to communicate
broader themes, Robert is completely unbelievable. Certainly,
there were screwed up kids like Robert at my high school, but
they weren’t so removed from reality that they wouldn’t yell for
help if they saw two girls dying in a corridor.
One wonders
if the film is actually more personal than its writer/director
would admit. If Robert is indeed a version of Campos, then the
filmmaker’s motivations make a lot more sense. Could Afterschool actually
be little more than an F-you to Campos’ own film teacher who,
like Robert’s in the movie, criticized his crude attempts at the
avant-garde because they weren’t narrative or sentimental
enough? (Robert’s tribute stylistically resembles Afterschool and
inspires a big “What was that!?” from the instructor, who
then cuts it into the video equivalent of a Hallmark greeting
card for the actual presentation.) Could Campos’ own awkward
lack of luck with the ladies at his prep school be the reason he
had the beautiful Amy so much as befriend Robert? These are big
character accusations that I probably shouldn’t be
making—apologies to Campos if they’re untrue, of course—but the
movie’s critique of contemporary American society reeks so
deeply of self-idealization and catharsis that this seems like
the only logical explanation. With a concept that’s only
provocative in theory, not execution, Afterschool exploits
its teenage characters and its violence to form a morally
reprehensible vision of the age in which we live.
-Danny Baldwin,
Bucket Reviews
Review Published
on: 3.25.2009
Screened on: 3.18.2009 at the
Alamo South Lamar in Austin, TX.
Afterschool is Not Rated and runs 120
minutes.
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