This Must Be the Place
Time Out says
With this tale of an eccentric rock star cut off from the world, Paolo Sorrentino joins the gang of European auteurs, from Antonioni to Wenders, who have followed success at home with a road trip to the States. For the director of the superb ‘Il Divo’ (2008) and ‘The Consequences of Love’ (2004), it’s a bumpy ride of stalls and diversions. He begins with a promising deadpan comic portrait of Cheyenne (a brilliant, surprising Sean Penn), an American rocker in exile in Ireland, but images and ideas part company when the film travels to America and falls in thrall to hackneyed visions of the country and a perspective on the legacy of the Holocaust that feels awkward. This is a wry and affecting film, but it has a sluggish momentum compared to the carnival of ‘Il Divo’.
Cheyenne hasn’t touched a guitar in years and hides behind a bush of black hair and a mask of make-up. He lives in Dublin with his wife (Frances McDormand) and exists in a state of amiable depression. He hangs out with unlikely friends – a young goth woman, a boorish office worker – and reacts with confusion at the modern world, at one point gnomically asking in a slow, slurring, weird voice: ‘Why is Lady Gaga?’ The illness of his father takes him back to New York and propels him on a journey across country to find an elderly Nazi who wronged his dad during the war.
Sorrentino’s films are visual delights, and there’s a lot to savour here. But too often we’re left with a carefully framed shot or travelling camera in search of an idea. The same can be said of the film’s Nazi-hunter storyline – it feels like an excuse to get Cheyenne out on the road. ‘This Must Be The Place’ is always curious and imaginative but it’s never better than its scenes in Dublin, and you’re left with the feeling that Sorrentino’s eccentric story and daring style masks just another movie about the healing powers of the road.
Cast and crew
Harry Dean Stanton