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Howard Schumann
04-25-2010, 11:18 PM
THE SECRET IN THIER EYES (El Secreto de sus Ojos)

Directed by Juan José Campanella, Argentina, (2009), 127 minutes

Is justice only a legal term or a spiritual ideal? Many seek justice but confuse it with revenge or being right and live their lives in turmoil as both victim and victimizer. Benjamin Esposito (Ricardo Darin), a retired Buenos Aires state criminal investigator, knows that even though a case that has been haunting him for the last twenty years is closed, it is still incomplete for him and justice in his mind has not been served. Based on the novel by Eduardo Sacheri and written by the director, Juan Jose Campanella’s The Secret in Their Eyes (El Secreto in sus Ojos), Academy Award winner for Best Foreign Language Film, is a noir’ish thriller that is the most popular film in Argentina today, having broken every box office record in that country.

Like multi-faceted films of the fifties and sixties, The Secret in Their Eyes is a murder mystery and psychological thriller, a lighthearted love story, a meditation on memory, and a look at justice in Argentina in the 1970s that does not hesitate to show the indignities people suffered during the military junta, though not in a heavy handed way. As the film opens, the retired Esposito decides to write a novel about the 1974 rape and murder of an attractive 23-year old woman, young newlywed Liliana Coloto (Carla Quevedo), a case that was closed by the authorities but never solved to his satisfaction. To obtain access to the file on the unsolved rape-murder case he spent so much time on, Esposito pays a visit to Irene Menendez Hastings (Soledad Villamil), his former supervisor and chief supporter who is now a judge.

It is clear from their meeting that they have rekindled an attraction from years past that faltered on class and social differences (she got a law degree from Cornell) and remained strictly professional. Supported by the cinematography of Felix Monti and the engaging score by Federico Jusid and Emilio Kauderer, the film moves back and forth between the present and the past. As the camera picks up the case in 1974, Campanella chooses to graphically display young Liliana’s bloody and battered body (a very poor choice) laying half on the bed and half on the floor. Benjamin interviews the victim’s husband, Ricardo Morales (Pablo Raga), but he is not a suspect. In fact, the investigator is impressed by the depth of the love that Morales had for his deceased wife and the impact his loss has had on him.

Although two workmen of dark skin color from a nearby building are arrested and charged with the crime, Esposito knows they are innocent and were coerced to confess in an example of the Junta’s racist justice and they are soon released. When he goes through old photographs of Morales’ wife, however, he notices a strange young man, Isidoro Gomez (Javier Godino), gazing intently at her in every photo. The “secret in his eyes” suggests that he may be a prime suspect and Esposito and his clownish partner Sandoval (Guillermo Francella) try to track him down against the direct orders of their judicial boss. Sandoval, a penetrating student of human nature though an alcoholic, goes through Gomez’ letters to his mother trying to find out what his “passion” is and finds that he is a devoted soccer fan.

In one of the film’s highlights, Esposito and Sandoval locate him (among 90,000 screaming fans) and a seven-minute chase scene takes place in one unbroken shot through the stadium as the camera sweeps through the crowds, follows a few false leads, then goes into overdrive when Gomez is spotted. Under interrogation by Ms. Hastings, the suspect cracks when, using every inch of her power as a woman, his physical stature is ridiculed by the Supervisor to try and provoke him. When Esposito tells Morales of Gomez’ confession, both men agree that justice will be served only if Gomez is given life in prison but corruption gets the upper hand, at least temporarily. Performances by both leads are brilliant and intense and many twists and turns await the viewer as The Secret in their Eyes ratchets up the tension in the last half hour to arrive at a surprising and Hitchcock-like conclusion. It is one of the best films of 2010 so far.

GRADE: A-

Chris Knipp
05-07-2010, 01:01 AM
Juan José Campanella: The Secret in Their Eyes (2009)

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JAVIER GODINO, SOLEDAD VILLAMIL, RICARDO DARÍN: THUGS ROAM FREE IN '70'S ARGENTINA

Too much going on here: a murder mystery with politics, comedy, and romance

This Argentinian film has many virtues but some serious flaws. Ultimately it winds up being too much of a muchness. Its meandering story line focuses on a murder investigation that spans 25 years. It's carried out by a judicial underling, Benjamin Esposito (film veteran Ricardo Darín, who starred in both of the late Fabián Bielinsky's films) with his (romanticized) alcoholic assistant Pablo Sandoval (the comic Guillermo Francella). Meanwhile the lowly Esposito is (wanly) in love with his judicial boss, the aristocratic Irene Menéndez Hastings (Soledad Villamil), who arrives with the imprimatur of a US Ivy League education, and eventually becomes a judge.

Eyes feels a bit like Zodiac, only in Spanish and with too many flashbacks, too much unconvincing aging make-up, a last reel that feels like a trailer, and a saccharine conclusion. Everything is complicated by the corruption of the Perón dictatorship and its aftermath under Perón's widow Isabel, because it all begins in the mid 1970's. This is interesting and there might have been more of it it. The repressive regime could have been, but isn't, made to explain everything, the homemade justice, the delayed romance, even Pablo's drunkenness. Disorder and evil might well have been more emphatically shown as contaminating all aspects of life, as they clearly are in the superbly creepy 2008 Pablo Larrain film, Tony Manero, about a petty criminal and John Travolta imitator in Pinochet's Chile, vintage 1978.

Seen from the viewpoint of flashbacks, because the film begins in the 1990's when Esposito reflects back on earlier events, a young man's beautiful bride, Lilliana Morales (Carla Quevedo), is brutally raped and murdered; we see her only as a Grand Guignol tableau draped over a bed. The husband Ricardo Morales (the stiff Pablo Rago), a bank employee, never gets over it. Something is fishy from the start, when a rival judicial agent tries to pin the deed on a couple of dark-skinned imigrant workers, whom he beats into confessing. How do Esposito and Sandoval know who really is the guy? From the angle of his eyes in an old picture: it seems like something gets lost in translation at this point. Anyway, when the murderer, Isidoro Gómez (the subtly creepy Javier Godino) is tracked down -- and this is when things get lively, with a buoyant, almost Hitchcockian chase and capture in a soccer stadium -- and is dramatically made to confess by Hastings through impugning his manhood -- also a very good scene -- he's released right away because he works for the dictatorship's death squad so "what he does in his private life doesn't matter."

All this is being reviewed 25 years later when Hastings and Esposito, who've long been separated, meet again and he shows her a "novel" he's trying to write based on the murder investigation and his involvement in it. So the film, based on a novel by Eduardo Sacheri, is a murder mystery, a love story, a story about memory, a political study, and a buddy picture with comic overtones.

The latter may be its best aspect. The film is never more Argentinian or more charming than in its scenes in funky but historic-looking cafés full of seedy characters in front of tasty plates of hors d'oeuvres, everything drenched in sunlight and shadow, where Esposito goes to brood, or to retrieve Sandoval from one of his drunks. The interiors of houses are cozy and atmospheric too. If only some of the funkiness had been allowed to creep into the scenes around the court and law offices, but they are, doubtless by intent, kept coldly grand and marmoreal. Still, all the staging is ambitious and assured. There is something cozy in the way the story keeps doubling back over itself as well.

But Campanella may be a bit too sure of himself, because in time, over the film's 127-minute length, all the leisurely doubling-back, which seemed to suggest a magisterial, almost epic structure, begins to drain away the energy that has fed into the story from the hints of evil, the widower's determination to find the killer, and the comradely investigations of Esposito and Sandoval. You could have built a whole movie out of Sandoval. Unfortunately he doesn't make it through to the end of the picture. Campanella manages to juggle so many balls successfully for a while, but then the murder mystery falters and the makeup starts to show (overly emphasized by a preponderance of tight closeups). A creepy final revelation is followed too hard upon by a late-blooming romance. The romance is the weakest element in the story, too lukewarm and repressed most of the time (understandably, due in part to the social gap between Esposito and Hastings), and its most energetic moment, also its corniest, seems to be only a fantasy. Maybe Eduardo Sacheri makes it all work better in his novel. El segreto de sus ojos has a few very fine scenes and generally impeccable acting but the narrative contains kitsch elements that undercut the too limited depiction of the moral and political world of the time that the narratively less ambitious Tony Manero manages so well for 1970's Chile. The film nonetheless won the Goya best picture award in Spain, and soon afterward received the Oscar for Best Foreign picture. But for all its ambition, it's not as successful as Jacques Audiard's A Prophet (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?2805-Jacques-Audiard-A-Prophet-%282009%29&p=24087), which it beat out for the Hollywood award, not to mention Haneke's brilliant The White Ribbon (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?2644-New-York-Film-Festival-2009&postid=23092#post23092) and Copti and Shani's adventurous, topical Ajami (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?2799-Scandar-Copti-Yaron-Shani-Ajami-%282009%29). (Joannie Laurier considers this anomaly in detail in a review (http://www.wsws.org/articles/2010/jun2010/eyes-j19.shtml) on the World Socialist Web Site.)

[This film opened in the Bay Area April 23 when the SFIFF began.]

oscar jubis
06-28-2010, 05:19 PM
Campanella is clearly the most obvious representative of the tradition of quality within Argentina's film industry. His films are extremely well-crafted at every level of production.The Secret in their Eyes is probably his best. I think there is wide agreement that the stadium sequence is magisterial and that the film makes excellent use of actor Guillermo Francella to inject both humor and pathos into the proceedings (his Pablo Sandoval reminds me of Borrachon, the character played by Dean Martin in Hawks' Rio Bravo).

What surprised me about the film was how resonant and moving I found the long-delayed romance between the principals. How their insecurities (about being a young woman in what it was a man's field in the 70s, about being a man of lower class and education) kept them apart in their youth and about how their disparate regard for the past threatens to keep them apart in middle-age. Really good movie!