SummaryNarvel Roth (Joel Edgerton) is the meticulous horticulturist of Gracewood Gardens. He is as much devoted to tending the grounds of this beautiful and historic estate, to pandering to his employer, the wealthy dowager Mrs. Haverhill (Sigourney Weaver). When Mrs. Haverhill demands that he take on her wayward and troubled great-niece Maya (...
SummaryNarvel Roth (Joel Edgerton) is the meticulous horticulturist of Gracewood Gardens. He is as much devoted to tending the grounds of this beautiful and historic estate, to pandering to his employer, the wealthy dowager Mrs. Haverhill (Sigourney Weaver). When Mrs. Haverhill demands that he take on her wayward and troubled great-niece Maya (...
¿PUEDEN LAS PERSONAS CAMBIAR PARA BIEN?
¿Nunca habéis reflexionado sobre vuestro pasado y os habéis sentido avergonzados o algo similar? Es decir, os fijáis y os sentís irreconocibles, es cómo sí fueras un tú muy diferente, pues sí, por ejemplo yo me veo como era antes y he pegado un cambio más que drástico, joder, menudo era yo, pues Narvel se siente así pero con un pasado más heavy, un pasado de ideología supremacista que le persigue a todas partes incluso físicamente, detrás, a sus espaldas, como la muerte, que nunca sabremos cuando llegará, de ahí el dicho ¿no?
Para nada soy experto en botánica, pero es un campo más que agradable, repleto de olores que apenas experimentamos en nuestro día a día; el vicio que da oler la tierra mojada, olerla de manera tan exagerada que parece que la estés esnifando, al igual que descalzarse y pisarla, y más maneras de disfrutar la botánica que seguro que dan alivio y colocón pero no puedo comentarlas ya que desconozco de su existencia. Mola ver una película así, cuando se vuelve todo bonito, espiritual y acogedor, y aprender de temas que desconoces pero siempre tiene que ocurrir algo, y más con Schrader, con un pasado deslizante, gamberro y tenebroso cómo el de este jardinero, cómo su apariencia: una mirada amenazante, agresiva… Y la verdad es que no me gustaría verle sin camiseta… Y a lo de “sin camiseta” me refiero más que nada a su pasado. Pero me interesan los personajes: la Sra Haverhill (Sigourney Weaver), el jardinero (Joel Edgerton) y la sobrina nieta (Quintessa Swindell). Me conmueven, me encantaría saber más de sus pasados: ¿por qué ahora es jardinero después de todo lo que hizo? Y cuando aparecen las otras dos mujeres, la señora y la sobrina nieta, también quiero saber de ellas. Schrader crea una atmósfera imperdonable en la historia y eso me frustra, porque ésta era para recordarla, una historia más emotiva aún en la que no me cansaría de ver y escuchar hasta saber todo sobre cada personaje y ahí es cuando no me hubiera ido de la sala si no encendían las luces. Para nada me aburre, de hecho, se me hace corta y enamora (término que le encanta añadir a Schrader en su cine, el enamoramiento), pero voy llegando al final de la historia y me va decepcionando poco a poco. Intentaré no olvidarla gracias a los actores y a la botánica. Se merece una versión extendida para llegar a ser una obra maestra.
RICARDO VALERO, JULIO 2023, ESPAÑA.
Paul Schrader continues his lifelong battle with bringing these unorthodox troubled loners seeking some sort of redemption from their shady past onto the big screen. This movie is set in the gothic looking south--possibly New Orleans. Signorney Weaver has fun, and gets all the best lines. Paul Schrader rarely disappoints, and even though it's not one of his best movies, it's consistantly good, and he always makes you think.
The EXACT opposite movie of Fast X that also came out this weekend.
Even if Master Gardener can feel like a bit of a potboiler moral drama, the heat generated is proof that Schrader can still bring the fire. The filmmaker grapples thornily and thoughtfully with difficult issues and destructive people, finding new ways to approach the questions that still haunt him.
The beauty in Schrader’s work has always been in the relationship between penance and absolution, which feels noticeably absent here. It’s a shame because the trio of Edgerton, Swindell, and Weaver deliver strong performances, and Devonte Hynes’ romantic score with a slight edge of sombreness is nicely atmospheric, but the film’s third act feels too neat and unconvincing, particularly given the sharpness of the conclusion in Schrader’s last two films.
Master Gardener is the third film in writer-director Paul Schrader’s redemption trilogy. The series includes 2017′s “First Reformed,” which is good, and 2021′s “The Card Counter,” which is not. Unfortunately, the trilogy ends with its worst entry, an excruciatingly slow white-savior narrative that aims to provoke yet does nothing but bore.
Paul Schrader's Master Gardener seemed to me to be a film that plays with variants with which he doesn't know what to do by not letting us know what he wants to say with his plot outside the predictable path of redemption.
And you can feel many detestable things towards his protagonist, I never thought Schrader intended us to feel pity or empathy for him, but at least a certain degree of compassion.
The concept, of course, aims broadly at provocation, but never in a cheap or simplistic way, but rather thinking about what it means to start over even with the brutal and hateful baggage its main character carries and, above all, what forgiveness implies, and if not forgiveness, then at least understanding and acceptance.
Joel Edgerton is an excellent actor, but I don't think the role was properly suited for him.
It's not that he has trouble expressing his emotions according to what the script requires, it's just that for some reason he never comes across as entirely believable.
Master Gardener follows the same conceptual line of his last two films, First Reformed and The Card Counter. They are practically sister films with three tormented male protagonists burdened with their demons, but out of the three this one is the weakest, yet that doesn't mean it isn't worthy.
(Mauro Lanari)
Once upon a time there was the "New Hollywood" and Schrader was one of its greatest exponents. An almost obligatory theme for that progeny of filmmakers: the eventual possibility of redemption. Nothing to say about the director's stainless mastery also attested in this film by the sagacious metaphors related to horticulture and "formal", "informal", "wild" gardens; the problem is that he and his peers have shown themselves incapable of keeping up to date on the very topic they had at heart: soteriology. Still thinking of salvation as a second chance or, this time, as a third, means having conceptually stopped at a few decades ago. There is no escape along that road, that way has no exit and the epilogue is even more a false happy ending.
Writer/director Paul Schrader creates stories about complex people in unusual situations. This one stars Joel Edgerton as the titular character on the grand estate of a rich dowager (Sigourney Weaver). When a new relative is introduced, he's charged with her apprenticeship, but their relationship involves much more. Even with the moody aspects and tough situations, the emotional resonance never goes deep. Fortunately, the underplayed performances of the 2 leads make the movie worth watching. Schrader has a unique approach and simple style that makes his films interesting, if not powerful. This one is quietly redemptive.
Famed writer/director Paul Schrader concludes his unofficial trilogy of thematically similar films that each examine a man with a haunted/troubled past having to come to grips with their own demons. First we got Ethan Hawke in 'First Reformed' as a priest experiencing a crisis of faith and increasing anxiety over climate change and the state of the world while still grappling over the loss of his son in the Iraq War. Then we got Oscar Isaac as a drifting gambler trying to run from his past memories of torturing prisoners in the military. And finally, we get Joel Edgerton as the horticulturalist of a wealthy dowager (Sigourney Weaver) attempting to bury his past as a former homicidal **** white supremacist, while also being tasked with mentoring her grandniece (Quintessa Swindell) in the practice. While much of the same common themes are present here as in the other two aforementioned films (writing in a journal, voiceover narratives, self-reflection, protecting/avenging a young protege, a cathartic act of violence, etc.), admittedly, none of it seem to flow quite as seamlessly or as effectively as it did in Schrader's previous two films. The story and motives simply aren't as compelling here, the narrative frustratingly similar to the other two films, and an underwhelming conclusion. While Edgerton is solid as always, and Weaver and Swindell each turn in worthwhile performances of their own, they simply aren't enough to keep the rest of the film from feeling redundant alongside Schrader's other two mentioned films and protagonists (all of which owe a debt they can never repay to his most famous penned film 'Taxi Driver' and antihero Travis Bickle.) Overall, Edgerton's gripping performance aside, it's safe to say that Schrader has capped his trilogy off with the weakest of the bunch, as he simply has nothing new to say in regards to the troubled/haunted man with a past they'd rather forget. These themes and motifs were perhaps stretched out by one film too many with this one.
One of dozens of Schrader's films seeking redemption -- but of Schrader himself, working in the shadow of Bresson, with only a show of the rigor and formalism needed to pull it off. His peculiar men, Hollywood flagellants with impossible manias, are all of the same construction, faithless obsessives. None carries the religious conviction to allow the trick to work, nor does the filmmaker himself. The cost of a world without god is you can't use the guy for drama any longer.