Viewed at the 67th Berlin Film festival, Feb. 19, 2017. Kaurismäki is not the kind of director's name that is likely to attract many customers to American cinemas but here in Germany his is a name to be reckoned with and any new Kaurismäki film is sure to be a sellout. This was the case, in fact, at every screening of his 2017 competition entry TOIVON TUOLLA PUOLEN --The Other Side of Hope -- (or maybe Hopelessness) -- which carries on his established one-man tradition of wry commentary on the lives of losers trying to survive on the underbelly of Helsinki.
In the present picture some of the losers are undocumented Islamic immigrants and others are local losers who either attack them or try to assist them in various floundering ways. The central character Khaled (Sherwan Haji) comes to Helsinki as a stowaway buried in coal on a boat he thought was going somewhere else. He then wanders the streets in black-face until directed to a public shower. He has been wandering all over Eastern Europe trying to find his sister, the last survivor beside himself of his Syrian family. He, of course, speaks no Finnish so has to communicate with Finns in English. Khaled keeps running into violent hostility alternating with poker faced kindness, but at last confides in another Arabic speaking buddy that he has fallen in love with Finland and wants to stay.
Eventually he will be taken in by a very oddball new restaurant owner (Sakari Kuosmanen) given a menial job and supplied with false ID papers. Kaurismäki films are known for their dry humor but in this one the humor is so dry it nearly evaporates. No torrents of laughter, as one reviewer enthusiastically gushed. However, there is one scene that is simply rip roaring hilarious when the new inexperienced restaurant owner trying out various schemes to increase business turns his eatery into a pseudo Sushi spot -- and the fumbling attempts by all of his help to look the part are as outrageously funny as any Marx Brothers classic. The climax of this sequence is reached when, having run out of the usual fresh salmon needed to top the sushi, the boss (Kuosmanen) decides in a pinch to use heavily salted Finnish herring confident that generous gobs of hot Green Wasabi will cover up the strange taste. Most rib tickling. Especially if one is familiar with the insidious power of the innocent looking Japanese version of mustard known as Wasabi!
It is almost on the other side of hope to attempt to describe a Kaurismäki film in words because the words his characters speak are so anti-logical, the events so implausible (By ordinary standards) and the story so largely conveyed by the images we see. However, what is notable in this film is the apparent fairness with which the Finnish immigration authorities treat undocumented new arrivals in the face of totally illogical racism that is also found everywhere. At the very end, our hero, Khaled from Damascus, is knifed by a sordid Finnish attacker who thinks he is killing a Jew! -- Aki's way of showing how stupid the indiscriminate hatred of die-hard racists can be. What's the difference? -- Jew or Arab -- as long as there is somebody to hate. And knife ... Khaled has found his long lost sister but the question we are left with is, will he live to tell the tale. A title at the very end informs us that this film is dedicated to the memory of late Finnish critic, historian, filmmaker, and general filmology phenomenon Peter.von Bagh, who was a close friend of Aki's and passed away just two years ago. Mr. Von Bagh would certainly have loved this film. Aki, who is known to be a very heavy drinker, was quite sober at his press conference, but was apparently too loaded to take the stage and personally accept his Silver Bear for Best Director at the closing ceremony of this year's festival. In the context of standing Kaurismäki logic this makes perfect sense.
In the present picture some of the losers are undocumented Islamic immigrants and others are local losers who either attack them or try to assist them in various floundering ways. The central character Khaled (Sherwan Haji) comes to Helsinki as a stowaway buried in coal on a boat he thought was going somewhere else. He then wanders the streets in black-face until directed to a public shower. He has been wandering all over Eastern Europe trying to find his sister, the last survivor beside himself of his Syrian family. He, of course, speaks no Finnish so has to communicate with Finns in English. Khaled keeps running into violent hostility alternating with poker faced kindness, but at last confides in another Arabic speaking buddy that he has fallen in love with Finland and wants to stay.
Eventually he will be taken in by a very oddball new restaurant owner (Sakari Kuosmanen) given a menial job and supplied with false ID papers. Kaurismäki films are known for their dry humor but in this one the humor is so dry it nearly evaporates. No torrents of laughter, as one reviewer enthusiastically gushed. However, there is one scene that is simply rip roaring hilarious when the new inexperienced restaurant owner trying out various schemes to increase business turns his eatery into a pseudo Sushi spot -- and the fumbling attempts by all of his help to look the part are as outrageously funny as any Marx Brothers classic. The climax of this sequence is reached when, having run out of the usual fresh salmon needed to top the sushi, the boss (Kuosmanen) decides in a pinch to use heavily salted Finnish herring confident that generous gobs of hot Green Wasabi will cover up the strange taste. Most rib tickling. Especially if one is familiar with the insidious power of the innocent looking Japanese version of mustard known as Wasabi!
It is almost on the other side of hope to attempt to describe a Kaurismäki film in words because the words his characters speak are so anti-logical, the events so implausible (By ordinary standards) and the story so largely conveyed by the images we see. However, what is notable in this film is the apparent fairness with which the Finnish immigration authorities treat undocumented new arrivals in the face of totally illogical racism that is also found everywhere. At the very end, our hero, Khaled from Damascus, is knifed by a sordid Finnish attacker who thinks he is killing a Jew! -- Aki's way of showing how stupid the indiscriminate hatred of die-hard racists can be. What's the difference? -- Jew or Arab -- as long as there is somebody to hate. And knife ... Khaled has found his long lost sister but the question we are left with is, will he live to tell the tale. A title at the very end informs us that this film is dedicated to the memory of late Finnish critic, historian, filmmaker, and general filmology phenomenon Peter.von Bagh, who was a close friend of Aki's and passed away just two years ago. Mr. Von Bagh would certainly have loved this film. Aki, who is known to be a very heavy drinker, was quite sober at his press conference, but was apparently too loaded to take the stage and personally accept his Silver Bear for Best Director at the closing ceremony of this year's festival. In the context of standing Kaurismäki logic this makes perfect sense.