The Kindergarten Teacher (2015)
Directed by Nadar Lapid
Kino Lorber Films, 119 minutes, In Hebrew and English
Not-rated (full frontal nudity, disturbing themes)
★★
Boston Globe film director Ty Burr recently wrote of films that were, in his
estimation, unjustly overlooked. My viewing of the Israeli film The Kindergarten Teacher makes Mr. Burr
0-1. Although the film features a stunning performance from the actress Sarit
Larry, The Kindergarten Teacher needs
to go back to nursery school.
The film centers on Nira
(Ms. Larry), who is a beloved and creative kindergarten teacher. At
40-something she’s also suffering from a midlife crisis. Her kids are grown,
her husband (Lior Raz) has morphed into a doughy slob, and she seeks to rekindle
her passions in a poetry class, but her verse is as limp as the rest of her life.
In essence, Nira is on autopilot. She is jarred to attention when she notices
that one of her pupils, 5-year-old Yoav (Avi Shnaidman), has a strange tic.
Yoav suddenly becomes vacant-eyed, prances back and forth rapidly, and recites
original poetry. He doesn’t even know some of the words in his poems and can’t
explain how they come to him or what they mean. Neither Nira nor Yoav’s nanny
Miri (Ester Rada) know what to think, but each appropriates his words—Nira for
her poetry class and Miri as a backdrop for acting auditions.
Is Yoav the poetry parallel
to Mozart, a child prodigy whose creative gifts unwrap before his mind is fully
developed? Is it some sort of brain disorder such as Tourette syndrome or
glossolalia? When Nita’s poetry teacher (Gilles Ben-David) begins to praise
Nira’s pilfered poems, she develops an obsession with Yoav that borders on
unrequited psychosexual pedophilia. She finagles Miri’s dismissal to eliminate
her access to Yoav’s genius, and seeks to convince his father Amnon that Yoav’s
gift needs to be nurtured. Amnon, though, is an arrogant and despotic upscale restaurateur
who tells Nira that he will do nothing to promote such a frivolous pursuit and
envisions a far more practical course for his son. He even forbids Nira from
encouraging Yoav, and pulls him out of her school when he learns she has disobeyed
that order. This leads Nira to a desperate act.
This story is overlaid with Israeli
racial tension. There has long been a split within Israel between Ashkenazi and
Sephardic Jews, the former whose ties go back to Northern and Western Europe
and the latter to the Iberian Peninsula, Anatolia, and North Africa. It
manifests itself physically in that Ashkenazi Jews tend to lighter-skinned and
Sephardim are darker hued. In The
Kindergarten Teacher, Sephardim such as Nira and Miri are cast as more
vulnerable to the opinions and power of Ashkenazi such Nira's poetry teacher or
Amnon. This racial theme is juxtaposed with that of the poet as a misunderstood
outsider easily crushed by indifference, commerce, and tyrants.
The good things in this film
can be summed in a single name: Sarit Larry. Hers is an astonishing physical
presence. She isn’t exactly beautiful—adjectives such as handsome or striking
work better—yet it is hard not to look at her when she’s on the screen. Her
every move is a combination of grace and deliberation. Even her resignation and
ennui are elegant. The bad is pretty much everything else: a moth-eaten script,
unexplained motives, and creepy situations that take us the very edge of the
unforgiveable before backing off ever so slightly. It’s ultimately hard to
determine whether one should be saddened or outraged. While I am often a fan of
cinematic ambiguity, this film drifts too close to darker human impulses for my
comfort level.
All of this begs the
question of why there was a U.S. remake of this film. American film companies often
do near shot-by-shot remakes of foreign films in the belief that American moviegoers
won’t watch subtitles. Such films are almost always flops, in part because there
are cultural differences that simply don’t translate well stripped of their
context. To pick just one example, Israeli kindergarten teachers have levels of
physical contact between teachers and students that would be prosecuted in
America. In 2018, Netflix released
an English-language version of The
Kindergarten Teacher directed by Sara Colangelo and starring Maggie
Gyllenhaal as Lisa Spinelli. I guess Nira was too Jewish for Netflix, but no
matter; it’s the same film shortened by 29 minutes. I’ve not seen it and have
no plans to do so. Colangelo won a director’s award at Sundance, but the
Netflix film hasn’t played much outside of film festivals. From where I sit,
that’s not a tragedy. Call me squeamish, but The Kindergarten Teacher in any language is an inappropriate lesson
plan.
Rob Weir
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