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Now Playing: ATLAS (2018)
One night only at the Digital Gym
The family that wasn't.
ATLAS (2018) David Nawrath / Script: David Nawrath & Paul Salisbury / Cinematography: Tobias von dem Borne (1.85) / Design: Uli Friedrichs / Composer: Enis Rotthoff / Editor: Stefan Oliveira-Pita / Acted by: Rainer Bock, Albrecht Schuch, Thorsten Merten, Uwe Preuss, Roman Kanonik, & Nina Gummich / Germany / Not Rated / Length: 99 mins.
Walter (Rainer Bock) is a bearlike, furniture-bearer, a repo-man of sorts — working on the government’s dime, emptying dwellings after forced evictions, removing all evidence of the occupants who once called it home. But possessions aren’t the only thing the brawny 60-year-old carries: at the end of the staff Christmas party, the former college champion weightlifter and eternal workout warrior hauls a soused co-worker to an Uber.
Video:
Trailer: ATLAS
At the end of the workday, Walter’s idea of relaxing at home is removing the several back braces hidden from view beneath his sweater and lying flat on a cool tiled kitchen floor. His seniority is about to be put to the test by new hire Moussa (Roman Kanonik), a big, Bluto-esque marauder. Moussa also wears a sweater; after a few washes in the hot cycle, it barely stretches over the intersection of barrel chest and beer belly. Moussa lets his fists do the talking: he uses one to knock the phone from the hand of his first evictee, and follows it with backhand to the cheek. When his superior cracks what barely amounts to a joke, the easily-annoyed Moussa follows him into the bathroom stall, where he proceeds to kick the crap out of him — and the crapper out from underneath him.
So far, so good. Director and co-writer David Nawrath keeps the dialogue to a minimum, steadily tightening the pace one thrill at a time. This gritty, no-nonsense borderline noir holds firm until an unforeseen twist arrives early on that, in less capable hands, might have sent things careening headlong into a sentimental quagmire. It seems the guy to whom Moussa owes a new phone just happens to be the long-lost son Walter hasn’t seen in 30 years.
To get past that singular, blaring coincidence, one must first buy into Walter’s dictum: “We all carry the weight we brought upon ourselves.” That's what adds enough ballast to propel the story to a logical conclusion, on its own terms, as events gradually cut loose a tamped-down side of Walter that’s as dark and brutish as that of any who pursue him. ***
Screens tomorrow, July 18, as part of the German Currents Film Festival at the Digital Gym.
Here's something you might be interested in.
Now Playing: ATLAS (2018)
One night only at the Digital Gym
Now Playing: ATLAS (2018)
One night only at the Digital Gym
The family that wasn't.
ATLAS (2018) David Nawrath / Script: David Nawrath & Paul Salisbury / Cinematography: Tobias von dem Borne (1.85) / Design: Uli Friedrichs / Composer: Enis Rotthoff / Editor: Stefan Oliveira-Pita / Acted by: Rainer Bock, Albrecht Schuch, Thorsten Merten, Uwe Preuss, Roman Kanonik, & Nina Gummich / Germany / Not Rated / Length: 99 mins.
Walter (Rainer Bock) is a bearlike, furniture-bearer, a repo-man of sorts — working on the government’s dime, emptying dwellings after forced evictions, removing all evidence of the occupants who once called it home. But possessions aren’t the only thing the brawny 60-year-old carries: at the end of the staff Christmas party, the former college champion weightlifter and eternal workout warrior hauls a soused co-worker to an Uber.
Video:
Trailer: ATLAS
At the end of the workday, Walter’s idea of relaxing at home is removing the several back braces hidden from view beneath his sweater and lying flat on a cool tiled kitchen floor. His seniority is about to be put to the test by new hire Moussa (Roman Kanonik), a big, Bluto-esque marauder. Moussa also wears a sweater; after a few washes in the hot cycle, it barely stretches over the intersection of barrel chest and beer belly. Moussa lets his fists do the talking: he uses one to knock the phone from the hand of his first evictee, and follows it with backhand to the cheek. When his superior cracks what barely amounts to a joke, the easily-annoyed Moussa follows him into the bathroom stall, where he proceeds to kick the crap out of him — and the crapper out from underneath him.
So far, so good. Director and co-writer David Nawrath keeps the dialogue to a minimum, steadily tightening the pace one thrill at a time. This gritty, no-nonsense borderline noir holds firm until an unforeseen twist arrives early on that, in less capable hands, might have sent things careening headlong into a sentimental quagmire. It seems the guy to whom Moussa owes a new phone just happens to be the long-lost son Walter hasn’t seen in 30 years.
To get past that singular, blaring coincidence, one must first buy into Walter’s dictum: “We all carry the weight we brought upon ourselves.” That's what adds enough ballast to propel the story to a logical conclusion, on its own terms, as events gradually cut loose a tamped-down side of Walter that’s as dark and brutish as that of any who pursue him. ***
Screens tomorrow, July 18, as part of the German Currents Film Festival at the Digital Gym.
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