The Mustang *** ½ / *****
Directed by: Laure de
Clermont-Tonnerre.
Written by: Mona
Fastvold and Brock Norman Brock and Laure de Clermont-Tonnerre.
Starring: Matthias Schoenaerts
(Roman), Jason Mitchell (Henry), Bruce Dern (Myles), Gideon Adlon (Martha), Connie
Britton (Psychologist), Josh Stewart (Dan), Thomas Smittle (Tom), Keith Johnson
(Elijah), Noel Gugliemi (Roberto), George Schroeder (Officer Peters).
Belgian
actor Matthias Schoenaerts is one of the great actors currently working. He is
an impressive physical specimen – over six feet tall (he seems taller) and with
a mass of muscles, he looks like he could be a mob enforcer – and many of his
best roles use that physicality to great effect. And yet, there is always an
underlining tenderness to him. He plays men who do a great job of hiding his humanity
under his muscles and physicality – but is someone who is quietly sensitive on
the inside. He just doesn’t want to let others in. He’s an actor who seems
capable of exploding either into violence or tears at any second. His
breakthrough role – in the Oscar nominated Bullhead – is a perfect example of
what he does best. He is a steroid taking cattle farmer, hiding a secret from
those around him. I thought of that role a lot while watching his latest film –
The Mustang.
In the
film, Schoenaerts play Roman – a convict in jail for over a decade, and not
getting out any time soon for a horrific act of violence that happened in a
split second, and he has wanted to take back ever since. He has been
transferred to a new prison – he was in isolation in that prison, and seems to
be on his way there in this new one. He doesn’t get along with people he tells
the prison Psychologist (Connie Britton) – and will barely answer her
questions. He is a powder keg of rage just waiting to explode.
His
redemption, as it were, comes from an unexpected place – when he is taken in as
part of the prison horse training program. This is a program, where the
government rounds up wild horses – and the ones that aren’t immediately killed,
and sent to prisons, where the prisoners will try and train the horses – and then
auction them off, mostly to police departments, etc. There is something about
the animal that Roman first sees inside his pen, banging to get out, that he
connects with.
Yes, the
central metaphor between Roman and the horse is an obvious one – they are both
animals capable of violence and tenderness, who do not want to be caged. But it’s
handled beautifully in the film that doesn’t beat you over the head with the
metaphor. It’s part of the advantage of having an actor like Schoenaerts as
your lead – he’s capable of showing so much, while seemingly doing nothing. Outwardly,
he hardly ever lets Roman let his guard down – to show weakness. It sneaks in a
little bit when he sees his daughter in the visitor’s room for example – or when
he scans the crowd at the big final auction looking for her. But he never
articulates it – Roman is possibly incapable of doing so. But it’s there.
There are
other subplots that don’t quite work as well – Roman’s junkie cellmate who
wants him to smuggle out horse tranquilizers for example – a subplot meant, I
think, to pay off in a big emotional moment late in the film involving the one
friend among the fellow inmates Roman has made (played by Jason Mitchell). But
it doesn’t add much to the proceedings. Bruce Dern fairs better as the head of
the program – although admittedly, he’s basically just doing the cranky Bruce
Dern thing he’s been doing (quite well to be honest) since Nebraska.
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