Sensation (2010), Dir. Tom Hall, starring Domhnall Gleeson, Luanne Gordon
I
I really enjoyed this film, just released in Irish cinemas; although it’s hardly much of a comedy at all, packed as it is with moments of sheer pathetic grimness. There’s a good review here which opens with an insightful point:
“It is an endless source of fascination as to why we in Ireland wrap up wonderfully grim dramas in the broad appeal of comedies. Films such as In Bruges, I Went Down and to a lesser extent The Butcher Boy have hid their real intentions particularly in their respective trailers. This is probably due to the fact that Irish people have a sense of humour that could be described as mordant.”
It’s true that the description of the opening scene - a young farmer masturbating over a magazine in a field full of sheep - would seem to suggest a somewhat farcical sex comedy, but there’s no real joke in it other than its own bleakness. From there on a succession of awkward social vignettes lead to the main character using his new-found wealth from the death of his father to purchase the services of an escort. So far, so plausible - and equally so depressing, because up to this point the film is relentless in its message that the seeking of pleasure only leads to its fulfilment in the most dispiriting, objectified, minimal way that it can possibly be portrayed.
What happens next - the striking up what another review terms an “unlikely friendship” (the operative word being ‘unlikely’) between the young farmer and the decade-or-so older escort, which is in fact rather more of an under-defined relationship, and then their going in to business together as a exurban brothel - at least occurs gradually, if not entirely logically. I can forgive the film its patchy sense of realism at this point, as by avoiding farce it stays grounded in some of the deeper absurdities of modern Irish life; perhaps not quite (from the review above) “a beautifully judged film on the difficulties of making a connection with another human being”, but if some of the aspects of the relationships don’t ring true, then at least enough do in order to keep it interesting and affecting.
II
There’s a more academic review here which sees the film less as about people than as about society:
“One of the director’s avowed intentions is to highlight how sexuality, mediated via the sex industry in the broad sense, has so rapidly displaced other forms of cultural exchange in the Ireland of the last two decades. The film attempts to present a blackly comic portrait of a society which has leapt eagerly into this along the myriad routes opened by broadband. Hall seeks to display his characters not as innocent dupes of ‘pornification’ but as knowingly complicit and parasitic upon it.”
but overreaches itself with the following reading of another of the film’s typically awkward scenes:
“In a telling gesture towards the rise of racism in contemporary Ireland, one punter, a farmer who has earlier conned Donal into selling his sheep for too little, chooses the white Irish girl over the black economic migrant from England, but asks that the one dons the fetish attire of the other.”
Except as I recall the scene, the “white Irish girl” was the New Zealander Kim/Courtney, Donal’s partner in sex, business and, ultimately, crime. It’s in that later denouement - satisfyingly realistic for a film trading on fantasy - when the more traditional cultural xenophobia of Ireland, particularly rural Ireland, rears its head: she’s the “blow-in” and “harlot”. In any case, I’d hardly see the declining of the services of a younger black girl as an example of racism - surely sexual preference, however sordid the context, is above such a charge - and more a neutral expression of conservatism in the sex-starved Irish male. This isn’t a film about social justice - it has an ambivalence verging on nihilism about ‘sex work’, understandable given its portrayal of its acceptance amongst an atomised generation of young men who really couldn’t give a fuck, except when it comes to getting one.
One of the film’s few actual jokes seems almost designed to pass unnoticed, a sotto voce remark about the “cute hoor” - in the Irish vocabulary, a smooth operator, taken originally from the accented version of ‘whore’ - but it accentuates the other archetype in the tagline quote, “it’s not Pretty Woman”. The side-effect of the implausibility of some of the happenings and the central relationship in the film is that communication breaks down and is restored with a wearying frequency, while the play for power goes on in the undertones and the seamy underbelly of the whole less-than-believable situation. When it all collapses, which it inevitably must, the film is thrown back on a version of the real world, with all the judgement of disapproving cultural mores. It’s as if the whole preceding story was a fantasy - indeed, a repeat of an earlier moment of pathos contained in a shot of Donal crouched naked in his shower (0.24 above) gives the strongest sense both of return and of personal failure.
III
It’s perhaps wrong to regard this as a film about sex at all, at least in the direct sense. In regards to this quote from Domhnall Gleeson:
“They have dealt with that [sexuality] in the States: with social realism, with romantic comedy. But I can’t think of any Irish films that have sex as a central theme. So the idea of dealing with sex in an Irish context is really funny and really important. The notion of Irish men having sex still seems faintly ridiculous unless you’re Colin Farrell.”
Sensation neither functions exactly as social realism, nor as romantic comedy/sexual farce - as discussed above - which would indeed give rise to images of ridiculous displays of comic sex, possibly still involving Colin Farrell. Yet there are only two actual sex scenes in the entire movie: one is grubby, vulgar and pornographic - and disturbingly empty - just as the other is tenderly romantic and, the film would have you believe, fulfilling. Rather it’s a film dealing with the trappings surrounding sex, in a dysfunctional, socially heterodox fashion which still reflects the reality of society enough to function as social commentary. It is also primarily art which creates vibrant, far from uniformly likeable or dislikeable characters and places them in a situation a mirror of our own (the film is ostensibly set in the midlands of Ireland, or specifically just over the Tipp border from Limerick, but my eyes recognise the countryside of Wicklow and the urban presence of Dublin, confirmed by IMDB’s shooting locations; really its nowhere-land is more akin to that of Flann O’Brien’s The Third Policeman and its queer, narratively distorted country).
IV
The best part of the film was the moment when it finished - on a high note, punctuating (if briefly) the final persistent layer of grim (if deserved) oppression, with its last gesture of slightly unrealistic but human feeling - and cut to a song by Si Schroeder. If the plot may have wobbled at times, the actor’s generally commendable performances not quite enough to convince one of its every turn, the careful, deliberate cinematography and unobtrusive but resonant soundtrack created just the right aesthetic for this dark Irish comedy.