Year: 2016
Genre: Horror
Directed: Julia Docournau
Stars: Garance Marillier, Ella
Rumpf, Rabah Nait Oufella, Laurent Lucas, Joana Preiss, Bouli Lanners, Marion
Vernoux, Thomas Mustin, Marouan Iddoub, Jean-Louis Sbille, Benjamin Boutboul
Production: Petit Film Justine,
Alexia, Adrien
This movie definitely oversells
itself. From the rumors of overwhelmed audience members passing out, to the
promotional barf bags being doled out at the screening, Raw can’t help but prime you for a big bloody letdown. I scare
easily, so truth be told, I was shaking in my boots before the promotions guy
started butchering the stars’ names and joking that we’d all enjoy a steak
dinner afterwards. That comment ended up being cheeky in more ways than one.
Delicious! |
None of this is the movie’s fault (the
overtly candid title notwithstanding). Raw
does come with early promise, as exemplified by the fact that nearly the entire
film takes place in a veterinary hospital with an alarmingly lax attitude
towards hazing. No matter how humdrum a scene becomes, there’s always the
possibility of something furry and four-legged being cut open to get you
writhing in your seat. It’s gross; those unaccustomed will no doubt be shocked.
But it never reaches apex sensationalism.
Part of the problem lies with the
foundations of the story. Our protagonist, the young, innocent and vegetarian
Justine (Marillier) gets plopped down in the middle of campus and is
immediately swept up in a montage of fraternal initiations and college ragers. Her
black sheep of an older sister (Rumpf) stays at arm’s length and her roommate
Adrien (Oufella) isn’t much of a help either. Thus she allows herself one too
many indulgences and gets lost in a downward spiral that would put the
goody-goody on your dorm room floor your freshman year to shame. Because we’ve
all seen the exact same kind of thing before, not just in real life but in
other films ad nausium, there’s really no real tension as far as the story is
concerned. We know where all this is going, the question is how far will it go.
It's about sexual exploration...you get it?! |
It goes about as far as you would
expect, but does it all in a way that at times feels too literate and at other
times too literal. In one scene our heroine is compelled to make out with a fellow
freshman to the approval of their gracious “elders”. “Come out when you’re both
green,” says one senior who had just doused them in blue and yellow paint and
stuffed them into a dorm room bathroom. The color, the poppy music, the very
situation, just screams art house overkill. It forces the audience to swim in a
soup of hook-up excess masquerading as sex positive messaging, and gets us all
to feel self-satisfied when we pick up on the films very clear themes.
Other times the camera lingers on gaping
wounds and savagely ripped tendons for the sake of primal shocks. By the time
we actually get to those scenes however, half the audience is conked-out while
the other half is frustrated by the lack of I
Drink Your Blood (1970)-level lunacy. Raw
only really finds its balance in one incredibly effective scene: a scene in
which the characterizations, thickly laid thematic groundings and primal
sensationalism all coalesce to bring new meaning to the phrase nail-biting.
Raw
is ultimately an interesting failed experiment in genre-crossing. It tries to
take the gore-induced shocks of a very particular sub-genre of horror and
attempts to elevate it via art house trappings and pseudo-feminist sensibilities.
I admire the attempt, and I understand its zeal in the midst of successes like A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night (2014) and
The Witch (2015). Yet as far as
having its Chianti and drinking it too, I really think the farthest this
sub-genre can stretch is Cannibal! The
Musical (1993).
Final Grade: D+
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