Martha Marcy May Marlene (2011)

A thriller with very few immediate thrills, and a psychological study without any real catharsis, Sean Durkin’s somewhat awkwardly titled Martha Marcy May Marlene is a difficult film to pin down, and an even more difficult one to shake after the credits have rolled. The film follows the titular Martha, a young woman who we see in the opening minutes fleeing a commune of sorts out in the country by way of the surrounding woodland. Panicked she breaks down upon reaching the nearest town and calls her sister, who takes her back to the isolated lake-house she shares with her new husband. From here we, the viewers, are treated to gradual flashbacks to Martha’s past, discovering how she found herself slowly being indoctrinated into an abusive cult, fronted by John Hawkes’ charismatic but menacing leader. This is not a film of big reveals or twists, it is obvious early on the nature of Martha’s absence (or Marcy May as she was christened in the commune) but in cross-cutting between the past the present, and by keeping Martha’s family out of the loop (Martha refuses to confide in them, her gradual breakdown symptomatic to them of instability without cause) it is only gradually, over the course of the film, that we discover exactly what it was that lead Martha to leave and understand the true impact her time away has had on her damaged psyche.

A film of great stillness and restraint Martha Marcy May Marlene takes in time in peeling back the layers, never over explaining and often only subtly presenting clues as to its intentions. Martha is no innocent victim and through Elizabeth Olsen’s mesmerising performance we see her run the slow realisation of what she has been through in tandem with glimpses of her impulse and rebellious nature, the same nature which caused a, hinted at but never explained, family rift in years previous. She is not afraid to make Martha unsympathetic, she lazes on the care of her sister and whilst physically she has left the commune the lessons the messages so persuasively fed to her during her time there have a way of regurgitating themselves as she clashes against the materialistic ambitions of her sister and brother-in-law, her time readjusting only seems to amplify her fears, there is no quick fix, but maybe she was always broken?

There are no easy answers here, and for those seeking true resolution will find it lacking in Durkin’s ambiguity. More than a psychological study though, the film’s true nature emerges, manifesting horror through tension and anxiety, even in its most mundane of moments. Thanks Daniel Bensi and Saunder Jurriaans' discordant, affecting score we never feel safe, or settled, despite the lake-house’s idyllic setting. As the flashbacks to the commune become more disturbing Martha’s paranoia infects the viewer, Durkin’s camera lingers on the edge of frames, daring something to happen to break the monotony and refusing to let the unsettling feel that pervades the film rescind. The revelations build as we see just what Patrick and the cult are capable of, the culmination confounding expectations again by leaving many questions still unanswered. For some this may be a step too far, and there is a certain tacit agreement implied in the viewer that all the answers will not be forthcoming, which may feel unsatisfying, but to me the refusal to break the sustained tension accumulated by the film instead helped it resonate after.

Throughout the film works thanks to a wonderful control of tone and emotion, it can drag a bit, especially in the middle, and those seeking something faster paced, or with more conventional elements may find it lacking, but I found it a distinctive piece, sympathetic but grounded and with its loudest statements made in its quietest moments.