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The 2021 Festival will not be happening due to Covid-19 restrictions.  Film information below is from the 2020 Festival.

Saturday January 31, 2015, 6:00pm
Rainbow Cinemas, Northumberland Mall, Cobourg

force majeureA critical favorite and word-of-mouth sensation at this year's Cannes Festival, where it took the Jury Prize in Un Certain Regard, this wickedly funny and precisely observed psychodrama tells the story of a model Swedish family - handsome businessman Tomas, his willowy wife Ebba and their two blond, pre-teen children - on a skiing holiday in the French Alps. The sun is shining and the slopes are spectacular but, during lunch at a mountainside restaurant, an avalanche turns everything upside down. With panicked diners fleeing in all directions, Ebba calls out for her husband as she tries to protect their children. Tomas, however, makes a decision that will shake the family's world to its core. Although the anticipated disaster fails to occur, his marriage now hangs in the balance as he struggles to reclaim his role as family patriarch.

Leads: Johannes Kuhnke, Lisa Loven Kongsli, Clara Wettergren
Directed By: Ruben Östlund
Genre: Comedy Drama   Language: Swedish with sub titles
Runtime: 118 m  Rating:  14A (for some language and brief nudity)


By Kimberley Jones

force majeureJust who do you think you are? Those seven little words in a row typically signal a taunt or a sneer. But in the blackly funny, lightly brutalizing Swedish film Force Majeure, they mark the collective cri de coeur of a husband and wife perched on the lip of a major existential crisis.

At a high-end resort in the French Alps, a family of four goes about their holiday, eating, skiing, snuggling in matching thermals - the picture of banality. Sure, there are squabbles. The kids - a boy and a girl (played by real-life siblings Clara and Vincent Wettergren) - get cranky when they're hungry, and their parents, Tomas (Kuhnke) and Ebba (Kongsli), snipe a little, too, in tiny tendrils that tease more fundamental frustrations (she thinks he works too much; he just wants to relax). But nothing to worry about. They're still a family - a unit.

On their second day of vacation, during a passing moment of peril (let's keep it vague), a decision is made - or, more charitably, a body's automatic response takes over. Nature punches nurture in the face, and for the rest of the film, the family tries to recover from the blow. Or not: A fresh scab is hard not to pick at.

force majeureWriter/director Ruben Östlund is aces with both the human scale and the biblically awesome, making great use of the mountains' vast, blank snowbanks and vertiginous drops. All is menace. The sound design distorts the everyday to become grotesque - amplifying a chairlift's grinding gears, an electric toothbrush's angry hum - while the soundtrack puts on heavy play Vivaldi's thundering "Summer" concerto. That choice may seem counterintuitive (summer? in this weather?), but it's devastatingly effective; at some point, I began to flinch whenever it queued up, in the same kind of Pavlov's (kicked) dog response I had to Wagner in Melancholia.

There is also the matter of the nightly bombings. The resort detonates regular explosions, meant to trigger controlled avalanches that will smooth the slopes. Their shuddering effect is the sensation of living in a war zone - which, in a way, the family now is. The theatre of war is the ruined sense of identity. Östlund chews on the idea from every angle, exploring the disconnects between who a person thinks he is and who he actually is (his illusion of self may be the most essential), and how gender expectations inform (deform?) the whole mess. It's the latter concern that gives Force Majeure so much kicky energy, even more so when Östlund introduces another couple for a second, more comical referendum on male-female relations. (That said, I didn't entirely buy a third-act twist, even as I admired its sneaky subversiveness.)

The film gets its biggest laughs - and there truly are some grandly bleak belly-shakers here - by upsetting the apple cart on traditional gender roles. When those roles are seemingly restored, the men's chests practically inflate three sizes. They shouldn't get so comfortable: Östlund, a kind of grim mischief-maker, is already sharpening his stick, readying for his next kill.