Synopsis
Like father like son...?
A small town policeman must investigate a suspicious hunting accident. The investigation and other events result in him slowly disintegrating mentally.
Directed by Paul Schrader
A small town policeman must investigate a suspicious hunting accident. The investigation and other events result in him slowly disintegrating mentally.
Aflicción, 苦恼, Ont blod, Den jagede, Der Gejagte, Οδύνη, Kisvárosi gyilkosság, מכאוב, Den Jagede, Скорбь, 苦难, 白い刻印, Temporada de Caça, 어플릭션, Verijäljet, წუხილი, Aflicció, Скорбота, Prywatne piekło, 苦難, Büyük Bela
Paul Schrader didn't grow up watching movies and TV, reading comic books, listening to rock records, or fixing up old hot rods, so unlike his filmmaker peers he's able to tap into a level of misery and anguish in his work that is totally alien to mainstream entertainment. The fact that this was probably pitched and released as some kind of Fargo knock-off would almost be funny if humor could exist within its field of gravity. Just relentlessly bleak even by Schrader standards, but it doesn't feel like a rote miserabilist project, rather a sincere effort to try and exorcise a few demons.
Schrader translates his and his brother's own oppressive, abusive "Jesus freaks and candy asses" Midwest Calvinist upbringing to Russell Banks' pure dose of freezing cold, New Hampshire murder mystery as it slowly unfurls itself into a teeth-pullingly miserable familial melodrama. Has such a strange downbeat, funeral mood, and a very deliberately muted, snowy look that compliments the haunted, foggy-memory slow-burn editing structure and makes this feel like it's clumsily digging into and reopening festered generational wounds with a sense of lonely detachment.
Eventually building to a genuinely frightening gut punch of an ending, and one of the bleakest visions of the poisonous patriarch inheritance cycle I've maybe ever seen. The big Tarkovsky shot! James Coburn and Nick Nolte are so…
I frankly realize that Affliction will never be mentioned in the ongoing conversation concerning the ‘greatest films ever’—which, when you consider that I rank it higher than both 2001 and Seven Samurai, only makes this five-star rating completely ridiculous—but I’ll continue to champion it as one of the bleakest, most harrowing domestic dramas—and yes, one of the greatest films—of all time. a bold claim? If it is, then just ignore me.
Paul Schrader’s televisual directing style has proved time and time again to be his undoing as a filmmaker, but here, that’s not the case. The man is no formalist, and has always seemed more comfortable as just a screenwriter, but Affliction's lack of visual flair feels appropriate. Opting to…
God Schrader, God Nolte, God Coburn, God Spacek.
Nolte lost the Oscar to... (wait for it)... Roberto Benigni.
A few years ago I was at a Q&A for “Dog Eat Dog” with Paul Schrader and Nicolas Cage and I asked Cage what his favorite Schrader film was, he said “Mishima” but he added that his favorite performance in a Schrader film was Nick Nolte in “Affliction” and I see why he said that cause this is one of the best performances of all time.
The violence in the hearts of men never really fades. It freezes into their being like a permafrost that thaws only with an explosive blast of fire and fury.
Paul Schrader’s 1997 film “Affliction” is one of the director’s most structurally ambitious films, and a true acting showcase for its male leads. It is also, as its director once claimed in an interview, outside his usual wheelhouse, with its themes of inherited familial trauma. While perhaps not a topic explicit in Schrader’s preceding work, it is a subject with which he has implicitly alluded to in personal familiarity. And while in the director’s prior entries, the concept usually surfaced as a form of generational societal angst, here - it is…
“Our stories, Wade's and mine, describe the lives of the boys and men for thousands of years: boys who were beaten by their fathers, whose capacity for love and trust was crippled almost at birth, men whose best hope for connection with other human beings lay in detachment, as if life was over.”
Coming to terms with the devil. It starts heavy and you suspect all the effort can't possible justify itself and then achieves pure blunt force. Nolte, Coburn and Spacek are all magnificent. Scharder does a great job at playing the cycle of abuse and wounded machismo drama and the dying small town setting against each other.
cyclical nature of trauma and violence in relation to masculinity made mythical almost, this feels like a distanced tale from another world, every action and reaction slowly being lost to time as new traumas and new violence arises in its place. have no idea where the hell to even start on this, dafoe's narration gives it this almost relaxing edge, his vocals soothe while the images attack, his distance and reflection makes the film tragic and haunting in ways i'm not sure i can relay. nolte's never been better, sure his rage and outbursts of alcohol fuelled carnage are as good as you'd expect from a man who looks genetically primed to eat you, but the heartbreak and pain within…
Paul Schrader is a name many know, but like me, few are familiar with his filmography as a director. I know some of the more popular ones, but films like this one I wouldn't have known about if it weren't for LB's Nakul.
And in many ways, it can be described as a less action-packed, much more psychological character study version of films like "Falling Down". It's basically about a small-town sheriff investigating a case involving a supposed hunting accident, while dealing with a series of tragedies and family traumas that eventually lead him to lose his sanity, culminating in an unexpected yet cathartic ending.
Nolte is superb, bringing to life a character whose rage is palpable from the beginning,…
“Our stories, Wade's and mine, describe the lives of the boys and men for thousands of years: boys who were beaten by their fathers, whose capacity for love and trust was crippled almost at birth, men whose best hope for connection with other human beings lay in detachment, as if life were over.”
Wade Whitehouse (Nick Nolte) is unwell. His daughter hates him. His ex wife has long moved on. Many people don’t respect his role as a small town cop, including his boss. He drinks and smokes marijuana at work. His often drunk father Glen (James Coburn) is a black hole of a man, sucking the life out of everybody in his orbit for decades.
When Wade suspects…