“Calvary,” the impossible-to-categorize new picture directed by John Michael McDonagh, reaches for a philosophical grandeur it doesn’t quite grasp. It is, in fact, a film about reaching for a grandeur seemingly beyond one’s grasp.
Brendan Gleeson stars as Fr. James Lavelle, a country priest in contemporary Ireland. The film strives to be both character study and whodunit, without fully committing to either. When a parishioner uses the partial anonymity of the confessional to declare his plans to kill Fr. James the following Sunday, our story gets its ticking clock.
The parishioner claims to have been abused by a priest. It wasn’t Fr. James, but the parishioner doesn’t care. He’ll take it out on James in one week’s time. Fr. James tries to figure out which of his parishioners this is, but James is a lethargic detective. McDonagh is looking to derive texture rather than tension from the mystery. The film’s opening scene, which sets all this up, almost amounts to a kind of head-fake.
As we meet the townspeople, we begin to be charmed by them. Fr. James’s unusual path to the priesthood — he’s been widowed, has an adult daughter (Kelly Reilly), and joined up as an older man — gives him a unique perspective to which some respond well, while others not so much. The “crisis of faith” trope is made fresh here. Fr. James is frustrated with the other representatives of his religion, not wracked with guilt about his own spiritual failings.
Neither fully drama nor fully comedy, each scene seems to be a distraction from the story’s mystery elements. Fr. James would prefer not to think about his life being under threat. The movie grants him that space.
Thematically, “Calvary” is about forgiveness, redemption, and blah blah blah. But I think McDonagh is less interested in these ideas as ideas and more interested in how these ideas manifest as internal conflict within his characters.
Which is why nearly everything that works about “Calvary” can be credited to Gleeson.
The 59 year-old Irishman is one of those actors who can seemingly do anything and never sucks. Gleeson is a palpably intelligent actor whose work has this wonderful modesty to it. He trusts the audience to see what he’s doing without him having to run a bright yellow highlighter across his lines. “Calvary” is both anchored and buoyed by his brilliance. We never see the technique — just an emotionally exhausted priest.
McDonagh juggles numerous characters, giving each their spotlight, then fading them out. Not all these characters get paid off (despite an ill-advised montage in the third act), but they’re well drawn. With his characters, McDonagh walks the line between eccentric character and caricature as well as any writer-director around.
“Calvary” is not perfect. It reminds us that few things in life are. It’s also not derivative and doesn’t chicken out with its ending. That’s praiseworthy.
“Calvary” — THREE STARS
Directed by John Michael McDonagh. Rated R. Irish Film Board, Lipsync Productions, Octagon Films, and Reprisal Films. Distributed in the U.S. by Fox Searchlight Pictures. 100 min.