Târ by Sarah Hegarty
I had high hopes for this film. I’m a huge fan of Cate Blanchett, in my opinion one of the finest actors of her generation. I knew Târ had divided critics but – what do they know? I set off for my solo treat on a freezing winter’s evening, the only question in my mind when – not if – I’d be able to watch it again. Alas… even before I got home and announced ‘It was a stinker,’ I was struggling to stay awake in my cinema seat.
And yet…
Blanchett is completely convincing as Lydia Târ, world-famous conductor and maestro (‘We don’t call astronauts astronettes, do we?’ she informs an interviewer at the start of the film). Blanchett’s mastery of the classical music arena, as well as her apparent musical intelligence, is impressive and will surely bag her the Best Actress Oscar.
The film signals its intentions at the start: that long-winded interview between Târ and a friendly journalist is the kind of thing you’d find on an obscure arts channel. There’s no action at all. This is a film for egg-heads. It also helps if you understand German – into which Târ/Blanchett slips effortlessly and convincingly – as it’s not always translated for the viewer. Another distancing factor.
In her beautiful Berlin apartment with her partner and their child, Târ is at the pinnacle of her career. But she’s starting to fall apart. She’s treated her juniors badly – during the film we learn that her previous protégé has taken her own life. She also seems to be suffering aural delusions – or is she? And someone’s watching her…
Despite these promising complications, the pace is glacial. There is the odd tense moment, when Târ is deleting incriminating emails, or when she’s threatened by a growling dog (in a run-down apartment block, where she’s followed her latest love interest, in a scene reminiscent of Blanchett’s superb Carol). But they’re not developed.
Having felt excluded by the intense discussion of classical music terms and personalities, I was further annoyed by the film’s portrayal of the Yoof of Today, when Târ humiliates a student who ‘doesn’t get’ Bach. Okay, the young man offers a simplistic and daft argument – but some of us are fed up with the Canon, in all areas of art. How much more interesting, and potentially risky, to have the young man produce a thought-provoking analysis; and for Târ to even engage with it.
A 2015 report found that women make up 1.4% of conductors in professional British orchestras. Worldwide, the numbers must be even fewer. Lydia Târ is a successful woman in an impossibly tough field. So why does she have to be abusive? Why does she have to have a breakdown? Sure, it’s art – and the film is beautiful, the music uplifting, the cinematography stylish. But in my view art has responsibilities. Plus, the end is silly – and patronising. In fact, that’s what I felt all the way through.