Film and TV

Clouds of Sils Maria Pits Juliette Binoche Against Time Itself

No one likes the idea of growing older, and anyone who claims as much is lying. The anxiety of aging actors is particularly acute — not necessarily because they feel the passage of time so intensely, but because, having the privilege of watching their faces change over the years, we do. Juliette Binoche, as fictional movie diva Maria Enders in Olivier Assayas’s Clouds of Sils Maria, doesn’t look old at all, whatever “old” means; if anything, she looks no-age, in that vibrant, alive-to-the-world way. But to watch Maria reckoning with the reality that the actresses nipping at her heels are getting younger and younger is to be reminded that, eventually, we’ll all be replaced. That’s just the way life works, and it’s the way of movies, too. If Juliette Binoche can’t escape it, what hope do we mere mortals have?

Then again, if Binoche’s Maria can ultimately shrug it off, so can we. Clouds of Sils Maria emerges into a meadow of optimism, but not before winding through some dark mountain passes. The “clouds” of the title refer to a meteorological phenomenon that unfolds, when conditions are just right, along the Maloja Pass in the Swiss Alps: Mist thickens and gathers until it pours through the mountain fissures in a formation that resembles a slithering snake, an augur of heavy weather to come. To catch sight of the Maloja Snake — and Assayas and cinematographer Yorick Le Saux capture it here — is to see something ephemeral but also spectacular. Nearly all of Assayas’s movies are about capturing fleeting moments of beauty or magnificence, but Clouds of Sils Maria makes the metaphor even more literal: This snake, just made of air and water, nonetheless looks like something you can touch, an illusion worth believing in.

Maria herself has made a solid career out of make-believe: When we meet her, she’s on a train wending its way through the European countryside, en route to Switzerland for a tribute to her mentor, a playwright and director named Wilhelm Melchior, who gave her a career-launching role at age eighteen (in a play called, incidentally, Maloja Snake). Maria’s assistant, Valentine (Kristen Stewart), is right by her side, but also, it seems, in her hair. Valentine is on top of everything, every minute, answering her ever-ringing cell phone with clipped precision. Her manner, like the slouchy hoodies she’s fond of wearing, is casual while still professional; she’s flaky-sharp, in the way of so many millennials.

Yet Maria seems exasperated with her — or maybe she’s just exasperated, period. She’s in the midst of a divorce, and she’s hoping to get back to playing roles in something other than the superhero vehicles she’s recently been relegated to. On top of it all, she’s got to write a speech in honor of a man she reveres. Then Valentine gets a phone call: Wilhelm has died suddenly; his tribute will be a posthumous one. Maria emerges from her own fog of distraction into a stunned kind of grief. What’s more, a hot-shot, cooler-than-thou theater director (Lars Eidinger) wants her to appear in a revival of Wilhelm’s play, about a young woman who seduces and destroys an older one — only this time, Maria won’t be playing the ingénue.

As you’re watching, Clouds of Sils Maria feels looser and sketchier than most of Assayas’s films; only afterward do you look back and realize how many intricate layers he’s packed into it. Chloë Grace Moretz shows up, as the Lindsay Lohan-style movie star set to play the role that Maria originally created; the dance between these two actresses is a two-step of calculated fawning and rivalry.

But the movie’s true center, the meteorological phenomenon that makes it so pleasurable, is the half-prickly, half-affectionate interplay between Binoche and Stewart. Maria is deeply dependent on Valentine, which may be why she feels so comfortable snapping and picking at her. But in some ways, they’re closer than siblings.

Clouds of Sils Maria may not cut as deeply as Assayas’s movies tend to. But its greatest value may lie in the fact that it gives two fine actresses something intriguing to dive into.
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Stephanie Zacharek was the principal film critic at the Village Voice from 2013 to 2015. She is a member of the New York Film Critics Circle and of the National Society of Film Critics. In 2015 Zacharek was named a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize in criticism. Her work also appeared in the publications of the Voice’s film partner, Voice Media Group: LA Weekly, Denver Westword, Phoenix New Times, Miami New Times, Broward-Palm Beach New Times, Houston Press, Dallas Observer and OC Weekly.