There is great comfort in self-deception. Outward positivity masking a history of darkness. Hugs and kisses replacing death and destruction. Kindness and joy instead of systemic cruelty.
Imagine living this lie so convincingly. You masquerade for so long you fool even yourself. You maintain this charming illusion so well it becomes routine and disturbingly normal. No one, not even the deceiver, is the wiser.
In Atom Egoyan’s Remember, the long buried sins of history are resurrected. Punishment is coming. Monstrous war crimes have not been forgotten. Denial has its limits.
Christopher Plummer plays a frail old man who has just lost his wife, a heartbreak he will keep experiencing because of dementia. It’s hard enough being a widow once.
Living in a home for seniors, he is befriended by Martin Landau, another old man in worst shape than him. Confined to a wheelchair, his lungs weakened and his cough extra phlegmy, he is nevertheless far more lucid than Plummer.
During a week of mourning his dead wife, Plummer is reminded by Landau of an important promise he made, a mysterious mission that gradually becomes clearer over time. Thanks to extremely lax security at the seniors home, now fully aware of what he must do, Plummer easily sneaks out of the facility one night. This alarms his family, particularly his son Henry Czerny who rightly questions the competence of this place. (When Plummer leaves, there is absolutely no one in sight. How come no one is at the front desk?)
Plummer’s performance is exceptional. He transitions from being a sweet, harmless grandfather, even to likeable young kids he doesn’t know, to a befuddled, bewildered mess. Something seemingly innocuous will distract him for a moment and he will instantly lose his place in the world. The clever Landau has prepared for this. Before he leaves the seniors home, Plummer is handed a letter that will serve as an extremely helpful reminder of who he is, what he’s lost and what he must do. As he goes through the listed itinerary, he has to cross off every item as he completes them.
When Plummer feels himself slipping, he will inevitably find that letter in his coat pocket (or someone else will remind him or retrieve it for him) and his mission resumes. Plummer is so good at conveying helplessness that he finds an endless supply of kind strangers to guide him on his way. (Even the gun store clerk takes pity on him.) Because Landau has already booked his hotel rooms and his morning cab rides, all Plummer has to do is show up and only occasionally pay for them. (Landau usually pays in advance on his behalf.)
Of course, that’s not all he must do. He must confront the past head on. Landau wants him to find someone, an elderly monster. A Holocaust survivor, he wants revenge for what happened to his family at Auschwitz. There are four possible suspects, each with the same assumed name. When World War II ended, the Nazis who survived and avoided prosecution fled Germany, stealing the identities of their murdered victims in order to successfully emigrate elsewhere.
As it turns out, there are three such villains on Plummer’s list. But Landau only cares about one.
Midway through the movie, Plummer arrives at the house of his third suspect. No one is home except a scary German Shepherd who never stops barking. A trigger. In the distance, demolitions are happening and a warning siren sounds off continuously. Another trigger.
The man Plummer is waiting hours for never arrives. But his middle-aged son, a state trooper played sharply by Dean Norris, shows up after an uneventful work shift thrilled to have company. Twice divorced and clearly lonely, he goes out of his way to be a good host, offering beverages and cheerfully showing off what remains of his dead father’s Nazi memorabilia including a rare first-printing of Mein Kampf in mint condition.
Plummer tolerates the son’s creepy exuberance until he realizes the man’s father never worked at Auschwitz. He never even killed anybody. (He was just a cook who committed vandalism.) Norris is so relieved to have a guest he even offers Plummer a place to sleep for the night. But his kindness evaporates when he sees the tattoo.
Remember is a gripping, slow-burning thriller. Like The American, it understands the tediousness of meticulously planning an assassination. It’s a lonely gig filled with long, dull lulls and endless travelling until that inevitable confrontation when your heart is racing and you know what you must do, what you promised to take care of. Unless you’re a sociopath who never gets nervous.
Plummer has a number of close calls before pulling out that purchased Glock one last time. When he leaves the discount store and the alarm goes off, a security guard not only inspects the bag of clothes he bought, he also finds the gun in his little carry-all. Nostalgia is not the expected reaction. Or when we learn Plummer’s passport is expired and he might not be allowed into Canada. Good thing the authorities don’t inspect the bus.
Because the way the screenplay is structured, we know it will be the fourth suspect who will turn out to be the guy Landau has been searching for. But then the movie pulls out a whopper of a twist, worthy of an M. Night Shyamalan. When you think about it, it’s not like the movie didn’t give us some subtle hints. Honestly, the ending is so impactful, it actually strengthens the story. It doesn’t feel like a belated add-on to undermine our investment.
As a rule, I’m generally not a big fan of revenge thrillers because they are usually so predictable and obvious. Innocent person gets wronged, innocent person gets even. Unless we care about the characters, who gives a shit? Far more interesting are the revenge thrillers with a deeper purpose, like The Limey (about a grieving father who really wants closure not vengeance) or the original Death Wish (about another grieving father and husband who takes out his frustrations on other heels in questionable ways).
Remember is about a collision course between the power of suggestion and the loose ends of history, how when the “right” path towards justice is closed, you pursue another through duplicitous means. Martin Landau knows something Christopher Plummer does not. And he has the benefit of Plummer being too out of it to question what he’s told, a revelation we don’t see coming.
There are moments where Plummer stares at something like that shower head in the bathtub or that fire escape sign on the back of his hotel room door. He becomes transfixed. Is he remembering something he’s long forgotten? Do those objects suddenly jolt him back to a darker time?
Delusion only affords you so many protections.
Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Sunday, August 24, 2019
4:17 a.m.