‘To Dust’ Film Review Comic ReGrief



To Dust is a darkly comic film with a wonderfully complex performance of deadpan delivery and deep sadness from Son of Saul star Geza Rohrig.

Men just aren’t meant to grieve. We aren’t built for it. Women have and always will be mentally stronger than us. Maybe that’s because from a young age we are socialized to bury our feelings deep, so we have no practice in how to deal with them that can be eventually be unlocked later in life by a dark brown liquor or by a pricey therapist. Tony Soprano often lamented the fact that there were no more John Waynes of the world, and that was twenty years ago. Now the common theme that men need to be the strong, stoic, and silent type may have gone away. Of course, today we teach all kids to talk about their feelings and make sure they all get a trophy of their choosing. Shmuel tells his new friend Albert that he buried his wife a mere thirteen hours after she passed, in a simple pine-wood box with holes on the bottom so she can touch the earth. He indicates the obvious (turn) To Dust to a man of science who has even fewer answers than he does, which will slowly start to crack away at a stoic nature, and even a man of great faith will display atypical feelings on his sleeve.

Shawn Snyder’s directorial feature debut (which he also wrote) is a buddy film of sorts that uses darkly comic moments to pick apart the argument of faith versus science, using grief as a tool so we can see which comes out on the other side. His script is steeped in Jewish faith, as Shmuel’s boys are teased by a classmate that their father ate their mothers dybbuk (a malicious spirit believed to be the dislocated spirit of the dead), so much so they begin to fear their father did and read up on the Hardy Boys so they can investigate. Snyder appears to be a natural filmmaker, with a steady hand, able to convey underlining tones, and themes, combined with Alex Marx’s moving musical score and Xavi Gimenez’s use of the photography (very effective transition scene towards the beginning of the film of Shmuel walking to a lake, as the camera stays on the water, while he goes off camera to flip over a boat) creates moments of deeper meaning that bring you back down to earth after some much needed banter that bring levity to the picture. (After they bury a pig of similar weight to his wife so they can track the rate at which it decomposes, Broderick’s Albert tells Shmuel, “Curiosity is what killed the cat” while his new friend replies, quite literally, “No, curiosity killed the Pig”).

You may think Snyder’s filmography may be filled with horror shorts or scripts based on the multiple scenes of what happens to human or animals’ bodies as they decompose on screen. He effectively communicates visually the human bodies penchant for marbling or coming apart, that is shown graphically, but also has a certain beauty to it, as a human toe comes apart from the inside and the skin’s flesh forms petals of a flower (a video of a dead piglet decomposing almost makes you take a step back, making you question if its real or special effects, while I came to the conclusion I’d rather live with a little mystery). The sequences are remarkably self-assured, and not added for shock value, as they fit well within the story’s narrative. The end result being one of the most literal and honest depictions of death put in a fictionalized film that refuses to offer comfort to its protagonist while staying true to its underlining theme that the loss of a loved one “doesn’t get better, just different.”

Shmuel is played by Son of Saul star Geza Rohrig, who for some reason to me looks like Paul Rudd in a Fiddler on the Roof beard, but gives a wonderfully complex performance of deadpan delivery and deep sadness. Rohrig is well grounded here, without hint of caricatures or stereotypes. His portrayal of Shmuel’s grief is more complicated than black and white, with the loss of his wife having him questioning his faith as a Hasidic Jew. His process has become a chronic problem, starting before his wife was buried in a simple box a few weeks before, exactly six-feet below the earth as his faith demands. Slowly, as he begins to delve into the process of how the body leaves this earth and what happens to the soul, he develops intense reactions that are out of his character, displaying verbally hostile words to his new friend. He fears that her Nefesh Elokit will be suffering (the soul that ascends before the heavens to be judged accordingly), being cleansed of its sins, and when it returns, will her body be available or part of the earth? His comic foil is played by Matthew Broderick, who’s liberal, marijuana smoking, rock loving, wearing his divorced wife’s robe man of science Albert is clearly the flashier role and main source of the film’s empathy. The fact of the matter is Broderick can be (and always has been) a darkly comic actor who can deliver biting lines with ease and without a hint of regret (“Rigor mortis, that’s arthritis for dead people”).

To Dust is very similar in themes to First Reformed, another film about a man of faith based in upstate New York who has lost his faith. Reformed‘s grappling with faith has to do with the injustices of the world, and Ethan Hawke’s use of alcohol to deal with his depression and (almost) headfirst dive into madness. Snyder’s film is about a man grappling with his faith after the loss of his wife; while Reformed‘s soul was saved by love, To Dust’s soul is already gone, and about the man who is worried about its eventual place in the afterlife (then just replace Reformed’s heaping helping of desolation with To Dust’s darkly comic undertones). That being said, some might find the script disingenuous with Shmuel always going against his faith or Broderick’s Albert simply just not calling the cops when Shmuel breaks in so he can file a restraining order (but where’s the fun or entertainment in that?); the latter may be a valid one, but is the loss of a dearly beloved spouse who passes away from cancer not legitimate enough for someone to go against or question their own deep-seated faith? I think it is and is ultimately handled with great care in a highly original way that will have me watching Shawn Snyder’s career with a great interest in years to come.

M.N. Miller

M.N. Miller has been a film and television writer for Ready Steady Cut since August of 2018 and is patiently waiting for the next Pearl Jam album to come out.

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