The Pool Opens With Great Reviews!

The Pool 

Director: Chris Smith 

OPENING APRIL 3rd at Cumberland Cinemas, TORONTO
OPENING APRIL 3rd at Ridge Theatre, VANCOUVER
OPENING APRIL 9th at Bytowne Cinema, OTTAWA

 

 

The Pool: The new home of plucky protagonists

Jay Stone, Canwest News Service   

Published: Thursday, April 02, 2009

*** 3 stars

Chris Smith's quietly humanistic drama The Pool concerns an illiterate teenager in a dead-end job who aspires to improve himself: He wants to go to school, and he wants the life of which he sees glimpses every day when he climbs out of his shabby, rundown world into the wealthy surrounding suburbs.

There, he climbs a tree and peers into a pristine swimming pool behind a luxurious villa that represents a life of privilege - complete with eerie silence, so unlike the bustling town - he can barely understand. Eventually, the boy will make friends with the owner of the villa and with his attractive daughter, and he will be offered a chance to flee to the big city and go to school to make his dreams come true.

The movie is based on a short story by Randy Russell, which was set in Iowa. Smith has transferred it to Goa, a former Portuguese colony in India: the boy, named Venkatesh, is played by a newcomer named Venkatesh Chavan; his young friend, named Jhangir, is played by Jhangir Badshah, another non-professional actor. The characters are based to some extent, on the actors' real lives.

In these respects, The Pool may remind you of Slumdog Millionaire, the Oscar-winning phenomenon that shows signs of becoming a model for the new Hollywood fantasy. Although less melodramatic and free of such Bollywood conventions as the closing dance number, The Pool joins Slumdog in expressing something new about 21st century cinema. Once, in the hardscrabble 1930s, such cinematic dreams - the poor but honest lad being rescued by good fortune or a rich benefactor - were set in the streets of big-city America. Today, when such ideas have been corrupted by the intervening years of knowingness, irony, entitlement and sophistication, they are set in India, a place where class divisions are still formalized and the magic of achievement can still be unexpected.

The Pool is a measured film that is rich in detail: Smith is a documentary filmmaker (American Movie) who is engaged with the everyday. A man might carve up a coconut while he gives advice to a boy to whom he is becoming a surrogate parent, and the act of carving - the way he chops off the skin, the careful movement of his machete - become as engaging as his words. It's filmed close to the ground, with few close-ups and little music, so that we can drink in the surroundings.

Venkatesh is a "hotel boy," who makes beds, cleans rooms (and toilets) and earns some extra cash by buying plastic bags and selling them in the market: a subsequent ban on plastic bags, a bit of environmental revival that cuts across The Pool at an oblique angle, costs him dearly.

Working up his nerve, he approaches the non-nonsense owner of the villa (veteran Indian star Nana Patekar) and becomes his assistant and later, his project. He also is intrigued by Ayesha (Ayesha Mohan), the man's spoiled daughter, who is always reading a book and who has vulgar, middle-class arguments with her father. Their life is the melodrama of the film - the reason for the empty pool is part of a family secret - but it is presented in passing. One of the strengths of The Pool is that it goes in surprising directions.

No one draws attention to it, but the disputes of the rich stand in interesting contrast to the conviviality of life at the bottom. Even when Venkatesh teases a co-worker, it is with the affection that is vital to people who have nothing but each other. The pool and the life it represents are more than an economic impossibility: They also mean a leap across a moneyed gap that includes a built-in hostility and sullen regret, which are the real luxuries of the rich.

The Pool is not a comedy, but it has a light heart and an affection for its characters. Patekar, the senior actor in the troupe, holds things together with an unforced and naturalistic performance, but the young actors are as charming and persuasive as the cast of Slumdog Millionaire, with whom everyone seems to have fallen in love. Perhaps it is because they remind us of ourselves, before we got spoiled. 

http://www.nationalpost.com/arts/movies/story.html?id=1457472
 

Chris Alexander
02 April 2009 
Toronto & Vancouver print versions

Rating: ***** (out of five)

After wallowing in an endless miasma of elephantine, over-plotted, big budget blockbuster brain drainers it’s a genuine pleasure to stumble across a film like The Pool. Elegant, simple and sharply observed, the picture is the sort of gentle, bittersweet character drama that’s come to be dubbed Neo-realist by those in the know; low budget, quasi-documentary movies that enlighten us by telling stories about regular, working class people trying to keep their heads above water in difficult situations.

In the case of the Goa-set picture The Pool, however, our protagonist is actually striving to submerge himself in water. Awkward Vankatesh (newcomer Venkatesh Chaven) spends his days working in a Panjim hotel and, along with his orphaned friend Jhangir, selling plastic shopping bags in the local market.  One day, the two friends spot a wealthy family’s luxurious pool through the trees. So smitten with this chlorinated mirage, Vankatesh vows to swim in it no matter what the cost.

As he slowly insinuates himself into the family, first as a groundskeeper and then as a sort of surrogate son to the father, his humble dreams become more and more obscured and his fortunes change. Not exactly a synopsis that quickens the pulse, but that’s the poetry of The Pool. It’s not burdened by twists and turns or gimmicky devices, rather director Chris Smith simply sits back and lets his camera study his characters behaving in their natural environments.