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Splendid squalor: Biutiful



*Biutiful (R)

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In case we hadn't guessed, the point of the title Biutiful is poignant irony. This foreign-language Oscar nominee, the most promising work yet from poverty-porn aficionado director Alejandro González Iñárritu, tries awfully hard to make the city of Barcelona seem ugly and uninviting. But the tone so carefully established by Iñárritu and co-writers Armando Bo and Nicolás Giacobone is just archly unsentimental enough to become perversely romanticizing. Such exquisite squalor, such living misery!

What makes it an advance beyond the contrivance and bludgeoning bathos of Iñárritu's Babel is a towering, Oscar-nominated lead performance from Javier Bardem (reportedly the first fully Spanish-language role ever to be nominated).

It's hard to describe but also hard to overstate just how extraordinary this performance is: chock full of contradictions yet entirely at ease with itself and therefore the film's truest hope of genuine humanity. One comes away strangely thrilled to think that even a two-hour film of Bardem reading the phone book might be worth watching — and maybe also that Iñárritu, if he really wanted to prove himself, should have made that film instead.

We may recall that Bardem was last seen in town on Woody Allen's dime, living out a very different vision of the place in Vicky Cristina Barcelona. To that golden tourist-land fantasy of diversionary pleasure, Biutiful sometimes seems like a seething rebuke. The point is taken like a knife jab.

Here, as a midlevel player in the city's underworld, a beleaguered negotiator with his two young kids' unstable mother (Maricel Álvarez), and a dead-people-seeing psychic who happens also to be dying and to have unfinished business with his own dead father, Bardem gets no respite from the grimmest realities of life. He also gets perhaps just a tad too much material to work with. Under the circumstances, his clarity of presence should be instructive to us all. And especially to his director.

Giving off street wisdom, cynicism, a conscience and a coming to terms with mortality, without ever seeming to try, Bardem sets an example too often unheeded by the rest of the movie, which always is seeming to try. Just as we bristle at being cued to expect that his exploitative dealings with dope-peddling illegal Senegalese immigrants and Chinese sweatshop overlords will not go well, they go even worse than expected.

Should we be grateful for such undaunted commitment to swerving away from subtlety? Should we endorse the alleged humanism of a film that insists on the impossibility of actual justice only apparently in order to indulge its own dalliance with half-obscure gestures of poetic justice?

Iñárritu, also of Amores Perros and 21 Grams, certainly knows his medium. Until it gets exhausting, his cinematic surety can be exhilarating. He likes to work up Big Ideas and come at them from several angles at once — often with mercilessly belaboring results.

There's some of that self-congratulating showmanship here, skulking around in the indulgent aura of gloom, but the real thrill to be had from Biutiful is its own reluctant discovery that all the power it could ever need exists already in the limitless potential of one great actor's great face.

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Director: Alejandro González Iñárritu

Writer: Alejandro González Iñárritu and Armando Bo

Producer: Fernando Bovaira, Alejandro González Iñárritu and Jon Kilik

Cast: Javier Bardem, Félix Cubero, Blanca Portillo, Rubén Ochandiano, Martina García, Manolo Solo, Karra Elejalde, Eduard Fernández, Piero Verzello and Ana Wagener

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