Whatever cruelness you might assign to the month, Dea Kulumbegashvili鈥檚 鈥淎pril鈥� probably has it beat.
Kulumbegashvili鈥檚 shattering, sensational film is set in a hardscrabble, provincial region of Georgia, the Eastern European country. Nina (Ia Sukhitashvili) is the leading obstetrician at the local hospital and she leads a punishing life.
In the film鈥檚 opening scenes, she delivers a baby 鈥� Kulumbegashvili films it from overhead 鈥� who doesn鈥檛 cry once born. Sterile hallways and men demanding answers follow the stillbirth and the fleshy, bloody images of the operating room. Though Nina has done thousands of deliveries, the father calls for a police investigation. Left alone with Nina, he tells her he knows she gives abortions in the village. He calls her a murderer and spits on her.
Nina experiences the moment with horror and silence, a pervading register in 鈥淎pril.鈥� Kulumbegashvil鈥檚 film is formally composed and rigorously opaque, but it churns with an underlying, aching despair.
Abortion 鈥� legal but fraught in Georgia 鈥� is central to 鈥淎pril.鈥� But Nina鈥檚 predicament and loneliness stem from something even deeper. Again and again, 鈥淎pril鈥� places its solitary female protagonist in scenes where every gesture 鈥� professional or intimate 鈥� is treated as lesser, an imbalance that鈥檚 violently and brutally impressed upon Nina.
In 鈥淎pril,鈥� where Nina traverses a harsh, isolating landscape, the most resonate, disquieting sounds are the soft, sad murmurs of the deaf-mute teen (Roza Kancheishvili) for whom Nina performs a kitchen table abortion. It鈥檚 a procedure, shot statically from the side with only half of her visible, necessitated by a mysterious rape. The girl鈥檚 mother has no answers. In 鈥淎pril,鈥� even howls of pain go unuttered, and only the storm cloud skies cry.
鈥淎pril鈥� confirms Kulumbegashvili as among the most essential and uncompromising European filmmakers, extending the promise of her about the wife of a Jehovah鈥檚 Witness leader. A prize-winner at last fall鈥檚 Venice Film Festival, 鈥淎pril鈥� could be accused of leaning too much into an austere, art-film obliqueness. But Kulumbegashvili鈥檚 absolute control over the camera and the intensity of her calling make her film a grimly spellbinding and unforgettable experience.
Nina says little through the course of 鈥淎pril,鈥� but when she does, it鈥檚 powerful. Being on the front lines of treating women in a place where their freedom is so restricted has brought Nina closer to desperation. When the investigation proceeds, she flatly tells her boss, 鈥淥ther than my job, I have nothing to lose.鈥� Sukhitashvili鈥檚 deft performance is most expressive in her yearning eyes.
Cinematographer Arseni Khachaturan, trading objective and subjective perspectives, toggles between images of Nina alone 鈥� driving at night, looking for a sexual partner 鈥� or crowded by men. When she explains the stillbirth circumstances, we see her view: three men, sitting in judgment.
Mixed throughout are separate, unexplained scenes of a faceless, humanlike figure with drooping, unformed bags of skin. We see her slowly shifting from one foot to the other, and hear her breathing heavily. Who is this? Is it a malformed expression of Nina鈥檚 tortured soul? Is it some adult fetus whose plight, in contrast to the unborn, has no sympathizers? These are some of the questions that this haunting film leave you to ponder.
鈥淎pril,鈥� a Metrograph Pictures release, is unrated by the Motion Picture Association. In Georgian, with English subtitles. Running time: 134 minutes. Three and a half stars out of four
Jake Coyle, The Associated Press
