The Hunt
(2012)
Mads Mikklesen gives an outstanding
performance in Thomas Vinterberg’s latest, a piece stylistically so low key
that it provokes all the stronger outrage in the viewer.
A divorced teacher and parent (Mikkelsen),
lonely and now working at a nursery school after the local secondary closed,
finds his life torn apart when a child accuses him of sexual misconduct. The
child is also the daughter of his best friend (Thomas Bo Larson), and the soon
the entire community has turned on him.
This is an extraordinarily powerful film,
one where it is impossible not to become ever more incensed at the treatment of
Mikkelsen’s character as events go from bad to worse. Vinterberg establishes
from the start that the accusation is entirely false, ensuring the hows and
whys of its occurrence are abundantly clear.
Vinterberg is particularly strong at
highlighting what he considers to be the Catch-22 absurdity of the scenario; if
the child later recants her accusation it must be on account of fear, not
because it was actually a lie in the first place. And, as the only man in a
teaching environment where only women are deemed acceptable (in the general
mindset), he is virtually walking around with a target on his head.
The powerless position that Mikkelesen is placed
in is perhaps the film’s strongest suit, but some of the contributing elements
are overplayed. The head teacher is unable to deal with the situation with any degree
of balance and goes out of her way to sentence the accused, disregarding all
appropriate procedures. The social services interviewer prompts his witness in
a highly unprofessional manner. All concerned repeat the mantra “Children don’t
lie”, making them the most unlikely and oblivious parents and teachers. And the
point at which we are told all the
children have levelled accusations at Mikkelsen stretches realism to the point
where subtext takes over. This over-egging slightly undermines the serious
intent.
In addition, given his all-round
vilification, some scenes (Mikkelsen’s altercation in the local supermarket)
happen at a much later stage than one would expect. While plot and character
points mentioned all serve to reinforce the wrongness of the situation, one
can’t help but think that the result would have been even more chilling if his
treatment had been more “by the book” and he was still condemned and ostracised.
As the celebrity child abuse scandal in the
UK indicates, investigation is enough to confirm guilt in the minds of most
people. Outside of the courtroom, it is
the presumption of guilt that reins. Mikkelsen’s character will endure stigma
for the rest of his life, no matter what the legal verdict is in his case. So there’s
a sense that Vinterberg and co-writer Tobias Lindholm (Borgen) have unnecessarily stacked the deck, amping up the the
ignorance and stupidity of those who exert power (so to ignite a stronger
viewer response). It’s also evident that they were much clearer with their
premise than where they wanted to take it; in the second half of the film, with
the arrival of Mikkelsen’s son (a strong performance from Lasse Fogelstrøm), shifts the focus and eases up on the torment.
Nevertheless, there’s a great deal of power
in the depiction of the small town lynch mob mentality, always ready to find
someone to hate with “justification”; an outlet for the all the ills and anger
they nurse. While the subject is
highly topical, this key theme suggests an intentional parallel to the likes of
Arthur Miller’s The Crucible (which
presented the witches of Salem trials as an allegory for McCarthyite
witch-hunts); the snowballing of a comment made out of rejection/anger increases
to community-shattering proportions, making villains of friends at the turn of
a dime.
The inability of Mikkelsen's character to
respond to accusations to his best advantage seems entirely plausible, but the
ambiguous ending suggests a deeper weakness on his part (his willingness to
remain with a group where trust can never be rekindled). From that perspective,
the final suggestion of threat is not all together necessary (the point has
already been made). Then, perhaps the subdued tone belies an intent on the part
of the director to make his point as boldly as possible. After all, the title
of the film, and the parallelling of Mikklesen with the deer that are his prey,
isn’t the subtlest. With a touch of restraint on Vinterberg’s part, The Hunt might have been a masterpiece,
rather than merely a highly proficient one that masterfully pushes its audience’s
buttons.
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