Bon Appétit
If Lasse Hallström's Chocolat were a Disney film, it
would be Beauty and the Beast. Both are set in
quaint mountainside hamlets filled with close-minded
people who are led by an equally close-minded and
ignorant authority figure. Both set up an opposition
between "us" and "them," in which a stranger threatens
the townsfolk's long-held ideas, but will also
inevitably lead them to enlightenment and acceptance.
In Chocolat, there is no singing, no talking kitchen
appliances, no magical spells, and no Princes;
instead, the film has Vianne, a confectioner who is
both beauty and beast.
The film begins, "Once upon a time," as a wide shot
focuses your attention on the fictitious town of
Lansquenet, nestled atop a mountain in rural France in
1959. Sunday church service is already underway. It is
Lent, a time of abstinence, reflection, and penitence,
and during the sermon, you are introduced to several
of the film's key players: Caroline Claimont
(Carrie-Anne Moss), assistant to mayor Comte de
Reynaud (Alfred Molina), plays the piano; her son, Luc
(Aurelien Parent-Koening), draws disturbing pictures
rather than singing praise; and Guillaume Blerot (John
Wood), a quiet elderly gentleman, hides his elderly
dog Charlie beneath his coat. It is not until the wind
throws open the doors that anyone begins to suspect
that something wicked this way comes. Or rather,
something different.
Outside the sanctity of the church, two figures wander
into town. Vianne Rocher (Juliette Binoche) and her
daughter, Anouk (Victoire Thivisol) have visited too
many towns in their journeys to recall them all. They
seem at ease in their new surroundings, but truth be
told, Anouk hates their lifestyle (her feelings
manifest themselves in her imaginary kangaroo friend,
Pontiff, who is unable to walk as he has an injured
leg -- one does not need a Ph.D. in psychology to
figure this one out). Vianne rents the abandoned
patisserie and the vacant upstairs apartment from
Amande Voizin (a delightfully surly Judi Dench) and
quickly gets to work, cleaning the patisserie,
painting the walls a light turquoise, and decorating
the shelves and counters with Mayan artifacts. Not a
week into her stay, rumors about Vianne begin to
circulate: people have heard she's a radical and an
atheist. When Reynaud visits to welcome her to the
town and to Catholic worship (and more to the point,
to get a sense of this ostensible imposter), she
informs him that she and Anouk do not attend church.
From her introduction, Vianne is set up as the nemesis
of custom: wearing a red hooded cloak, she is blown
into town by the "sly wind" from the North, and
displays her curvaceous body with her brightly colored
and revealing clothes, to which her red pumps are
always the perfect accessory. Vianne is a beautiful
sexual creature in a town where temptation of any kind
-- especially of the flesh -- is unwelcome. Shortly
after Vianne begins welcoming customers into her
store, Chocolaterie Maya, you see she has a unique
ability to prescribe what delicatessens will cure
their ailments, which, for most of her customers,
revolve around matters of the heart. The connection
between chocolate and love -- and ultimately, sex --
is not lost.
Throughout the film, Lansquenet is rendered mystical
by lighting, lovely slow motion camerawork, and Rachel
Portman's score, all aspects that subtly enhance
Vianne's increasingly influential but always gentle
hold over the town and its inhabitants. Movie cameras
love Binoche; Pratt's is no exception. Her beauty
radiates in every scene, and as she encourages others
to taste her chocolate and embrace their lives, they
too glow, almost literally. After tasting Vianne's hot
chocolate (made from a special 2,000-year-old recipe),
Amande immediately takes on a softer, more
rosy-cheeked appearance and remains thus throughout
the film.
With a single tasty morsel, specially selected for
each person, Vianne reignites a lackluster marriage
and brings together an elderly man with his lady
friend -- who, in a testament to the town's
predilection for abstinence, has been mourning her
dead husband since 1917. Vianne also supports
Josephine Muscat (Lena Olin), who decides to leave her
abusive husband -- not a decision supported by a town
where marriage is sanctified by God and therefore must
be revered at all times. While perhaps not an ideal
theme to integrate into Disney's next animated
venture, Vianne's role as sexual pied piper promises
tension and growth among the town's inhabitants, as a
few eager folk follow her self-expressive example. In
this sense, the film offers Vianne as a challenge to
tradition.
Watching over the town square is a statue of Reynaud's
namesake from the 1700s, an ever-present reminder of
the strong sense of tradition for which he is now
responsible. While he welcomes the new priest, young
Pere Henri (Hugh O'Conor), Reynaud mourns the end of
an era, specifically, the loss of the former priest
who was with the church for five decades. To top it
off, Reynaud catches Pere Henri practicing his Elvis
hip gyrations while sweeping ice from the sidewalk --
heaven forbid, the young priest has a thing for
American music! All the while, Reynaud struggles
secretly, knowing his wife, "traveling" in Europe, has
no intention of returning to Lansquenet. He holds
tight to his religion as a way to demonstrate his
goodness and maintain control over the town. Just as
his holy war between "chateâu and chocolatrie" is set
into motion, the arrival of the "river rats" -- a
group of Irish gypsy-like merchants who travel up and
down the rivers and live in houseboats -- escalates
Reynaud's desire to rid the town of threats to its
moral stability.
The introduction of the river rats, with Roux (Johnny
Depp) as their fearless leader, is the film's weakest
link. They prove to be only a brief diversion for
Reynaud, who soon learns that the riverbank is public
property and that he cannot force the river rats to
leave; public animosity towards them dissipates, again
leaving Vianne the focus of the town's ill will.
Second, french-braided Depp is just "too Hollywood"
for the film, which presents itself as a subtitled
French film, from its title and inclusion of French
cast members (including Binoche and young Thivisol, so
striking in Ponette), and something of a quaint
period piece. Still, perhaps the most predictable
point is that Roux is positioned as a kindred spirit
to Vianne, a soul mate who understands her perpetual
desire to move from town to town. You know a romance
between Vianne and Roux is inevitable, and perhaps
even necessary to sell tickets, but irrelevant to the
rest of the plot.
Fortunately, this disappointing storyline does not
detract from the film's magical qualities. Chocolat
is the perfect blend of dark, semi-sweet, and milk
chocolates, a feast for the senses. With the exception
of the Roux's brief sojourn in the sleepy hamlet, the
story is enchanting, the characters compelling. Even
when resolutions come into view, more often than not,
the appearance of a resolution is actually the
catalyst for further change and growth -- and in the
instance of the fertility festival, sexual advancement
is inevitable for some wary townsfolk. It's nice to
see a fable acted out by real people rather than
animated animals, and magic that comes not from an
evil sorceress hell-bent on revenge but from the
skilled hands (and an ancient Mayan secret of chili
powder) of a charming female lead. And, in keeping
with what medical professionals have now discovered:
Chocolat is good for your heart, so indulge.