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Lady and Ghent: Christophe Van Rompaey's "Moscow, Belgium"

By Leo Goldsmith | Indiewire December 15, 2008 at 6:21AM

[An indieWIRE review from Reverse Shot.]
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[An indieWIRE review from Reverse Shot.]

Charming comedies about unlikely romances ship out of Hollywood like genetically modified soybeans, so it seems a little unnecessary to import them here, as well. Besides, the joys -- sincere or sarcastic -- that domestic rom-coms offer are largely based on a kind of fantasy celebrity matchmaking, a process of biochemical hybridization in which you pair, say, a Reese with a Vince, or a Hugh with a whoever. The challenge of importing a foreign romantic comedy is thus twofold: first, it has to compete with the appeal of the American star system; and second, it has to justify its genre-mandated frivolity in a corner of the market ("world cinema") usually reserved for much more dour films.

"Moscow, Belgium," a fleet-footed May-December comedy that won hearts at Cannes Critics' Week and the European Film Awards, may seem unnecessary (but then again, Belgium has defied the odds before -- this is the country that gave us Jean-Claude Van Damme when we least needed another hero). The film has no name-stars (Barbara Sarafian's only big credit is Peter Greenaway's "8 1/2 Women"), a no name-director (most of director Christophe Van Rompaey's prior credits are in Belgian TV), and a decidedly un-picturesque setting in the titular working-class Ghent neighborhood. But, damn it, the film is charming -- and most likely this is due to its very lack of these and other qualities most commonly associated with Hollywood's iterations of the genre.

To be sure, Van Rompaey's film has its conventions. There is the meet-cute, in which 41-year-old Matty, an abandoned and rather worn-out mother of three, backs her four-door into a massive yellow semi piloted by 29-year-old Johnny, who looks a bit like a cuddlier and more Belgian Chris Elliott. (The original Flemish title of "Moscow, Belgium" translates to something like "Collision in Moscow," which would probably sound like an entirely different type of genre film over here.) Of course, as these things go, the meet-cute generates an exchange of abuse -- he calls her out on her age, she on his fragile sense of masculinity -- that later softens into cordiality. He offers to fix her damaged trunk, she offers him a dinner of blood sausage, and before long they wind up in the backseat of Johnny's big-rig.

Naturally, this set-up is not without its complications: Johnny has a criminal past (predictable, but a touch nastier than you might expect), and Matty is still married. In many ways, though emboldened by Johnny's often ludicrous ardor, Matty would really just prefer that Werner, her damp-looking art-teacher husband, leave his 22-year-old girlfriend and come back home to the family flat. "I want a peaceful life," Matty explains to preposterously romantic Johnny midway through the film. "I want my life to be like it used to be." And in the meantime, with fickle suitors piling up, Matty still has to raise three children (an amusing and not overdone spectrum of early-to-late adolescent problems), do the washing, and fry the sausages.

As Matty, Sarafian holds "Moscow, Belgium"'s center of gravity, credibly conveying Matty's changing sense of her own age and femininity with a welcome preference for wit over bathos. This is, after all, a romantic comedy, and though there are dark patches of something resembling realism, a gritty setting, and a matter-of-fact heroine, the film remains jaunty, with Tuur Florizoone's accordion-heavy score echoing Johnny's affable buffoonery (Jurgen Delnaet is relentlessly winning, with a smile that seems directly connected to his eyebrows). There aren't many surprises -- the characters end up more or less where we expect them to -- but it's useless and not at all fun to deny the simple pleasures of this film, trivial though they may be. I'll save my spleen for the inevitable Hollywood remake, and I'm taking bets on whom they'll cast.

[Leo Goldsmith is Reverse Shot staff writer, as well as an editor at Not Coming to a Theater Near You.]

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