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Sky | 2015 TIFF Review

It’s the Limit: Berthaud Escapes into the Great Well Known

Actress turned director Fabienne Berthaud reunites with her favored on-screen counterpart Diane Kruger for her third feature, Sky. Following in the footsteps of several Gallic auteurs by relocating her Euro cast to the desert climes of the American Southwest, superficial comparisons to Guillaume Nicloux’s wildly underrated Valley of Love and Bruno Dumont’s Twentynine Palms (the same locale we begin with here) fade away as Berthaud marches bravely into a problematic and curiously sexist character study. Though the film is compelling, even enigmatic in its first half, utilizing the kookiness of downtown Las Vegas and its denizens, a disappointing pallor overtakes this odyssey of self-discovery to the point where everything begins to seem haphazard and convenient. A mixture of notable cast members, some exceptionally wasted, filter throughout banalities we assume will lead to something more potent than the usual affirmation of what a woman must have to make her life seem worthwhile.

Romy (Kruger) and her husband Richard (Gilles Lellouche) are Parisians on a road trip vacation in the California desert. Engaged in a semblance of what they used to feel for another, a drunken night at a bar finds Richard flirting with two blonde women (who tell a joke about Native Americans that was old back when Fred Ward used it in 1983’s Silkwood) as he berates his wife for her inability to have children. An altercation ensues, leading to Romy assuming she’s killed Richard. Fleeing in terror, she buys an old Plymouth and drives for three days before turning herself in, discovering Richard is alive and well in a hospital. Announcing her plans to leave him and stay in America, Romy hitchhikes to Las Vegas, and meets Diego (Norman Reedus), a flirtatious park ranger. Their sexual chemistry eventually leads to more for Romy.

Kruger is often quite transfixing, her sharp but beautiful features like a strange flower blooming in the middle of the arid, sun-faded landscapes. We never learn why she and her husband chose this particular location for vacation, and it’s a desolate place that’s either exactly right or supremely wrong for spiritual or emotional reinvention.

Following the interesting set-up, examining a potential rape/murder scenario that clearly indicates this relationship has been toxic for quite some time, Sky begins to take similar shape to 1970s American films that starred strong willed women like Joanne Woodward or Jean Simmons, headlining intriguing, arresting narratives of scarred but determined souls. But Romy, aka Sky (the name given to her by Native American women during a ritual), eventually becomes another cipher for procreative glory. Initially, she’s like an Angel of Death, unable to host a fetus, nearly killing her husband, and castigating a young male admirer shortly before he ends up dead in an accident on the side of the road.

We gather, despite her ambivalent plan to hitchhike across the Southwest (for some reason, Lou Diamond Phillips pops up as a truck driver), she dislikes being without male companionship. Following the film’s most compelling section, involving Kruger’s interaction with Lauren Landon as an aging showgirl who dresses up in a bunny outfit with Elvis impersonators making money off tourist photographs, comes Norman Reedus and an uncomfortable cycle of events, including love and another cinematic magical pregnancy and convenient terminal illness—all events Berthaud and screenwriter Pascal Arnold (co-director of several features with Jean-Marc Barr) blatantly hint at as this goes on.

The finale is nearly spelled out directly via interactions with the trailer park sister of the Reedus character, played quite convincingly by Lena Dunham (who manages a melancholic empathy we never quite feel for Kruger’s Romy). Other actors, like Lellouche, Joshua Jackson, and Q’orianka Kilcher only distract because their presence causes expectations of characterization.

Perhaps had Sky felt more invested in its own titular character and her fluctuating identity, as it initially promises, one could forgive the haphazard tonal changes. But as it is, Romy is presented as a woman who doesn’t know what she wants to seeks, makes a brave decision to find out what that is, and ends up stitched into regressive rhetoric.

Reviewed on September 18 at the 2015 Toronto International Film Festival – Platform Program. 100 Mins.


Los Angeles based Nicholas Bell is's Chief Film Critic and covers film festivals such as Sundance, Berlin, Cannes and TIFF. He is part of the critic groups on Rotten Tomatoes, The Los Angeles Film Critics Association (LAFCA), the Online Film Critics Society (OFCS) and GALECA. His top 3 for 2021: France (Bruno Dumont), Passing (Rebecca Hall) and Nightmare Alley (Guillermo Del Toro). He was a jury member at the 2019 Cleveland International Film Festival.

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