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The Patron Saints | Review

Because I Could Not Stop For Death…

A common description of Woody Allen’s Interiors (1978) is that it’s a Woody Allen film drained of all comedy. One could make a similar statement about Brian M. Cassidy and Melanie Schatzky’s first feature length documentary, The Patron Saints – it’s like a horror film drained of all the horror. What remains is a disconcerting sampling of realism that’s more moving than any genre frills in this account of the lives of a few nursing home residents in one particular nursing home. It’s not a treatise on the nature of nursing homes or care that may be provided there, but rather a recording of faces and voices in what may be their final stopping place.

The Patron Saints is loosely narrated by the home’s youngest patient, Jim, and we learn that this is a home for both the aged and disabled. Jim is quite lucid, and seems to know quite a bit about everyone’s business. He fills us in on the matter of fact details and other snippets about himself and some of the residents we see, his voice sometimes coming from off screen as we watch desolate landscapes or horizons. At times, what we’re watching seems almost an invasion of privacy, especially coming across residents in their more absurd moments, whether scratching themselves in private places or fixating on wanting their coffee. And then there’s some disquieting and upsetting scenes, in particular, learning of one woman’s molestation at the hands of her brother, or one woman suffering from dementia, who cries for her mother and repeatedly moans “I can’t get out of here.” Shots of arthritic, withered hands reaching for the camera and close-ups of faces battered by time are chilling and memorable, while emotional families visiting are subtly upsetting. One patient that’s asking to die is told, warmly, “You’re not going to die. You have to wait.”

As the film wraps up, we’re treated to Jim’s narration about excessive amounts of trash and the camera shows us several minutes of trash heaps and trash compacting. There’s a haphazard lazy way about how we throw things away that are of no use anymore. Perhaps this is too obvious an association, but that doesn’t mean it’s any less effective. The Patron Saints is a documentary in the true sense of the word as there’s no question about factual accuracy; this is simply a realistic ‘day in the life of’ snapshot. However, the methods of extreme realism align this film with works of certain European art-house filmmakers, in particular, perhaps Ulrich Seidl (Animal Love, 1996). Subject matter combined with a fly-on-the-wall vantage point makes this one of the few films where voyeurism feels like being a spirit drifting between rooms, observing patients awaiting death. It’s like Emily Dickinson’s version of Enter the Void (2009), and perhaps you’ll think of her words about death and how he kindly stops for us, as we gaze out the back of an ambulance carrying away a corpse, while the desolate trees fly by in the sky and we fade to black.

Reviewed on September 14 at the 2011 Toronto Int. Film Festival – CANADA FIRST! Programme.

72 Min.

Rating 4 stars

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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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