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A MAN CALLED OVE: THE GRACE OF COMMUNITY
By Nancy S. Kempf
“A Man Called Ove”
In select theaters
Director: Hannes Holm
Writers: Fredrik Backman, Hannes Holm
Stars: Rolf Lassgård, Bahar Pars, Ida Engvoll, Filip Berg
Music: Gaute Storaas
Cinematography: Göran Hallberg
Rating: PG-13
Running Time: 1 h 56m
"Men are what they are because of what they do,
not what they say."?
Fredrik Backman, "A Man Called Ove"
There is an episode of the brilliant television series "Northern
Exposure" called "Our Tribe" in which tribal elder
Gloria Noanuk invites Dr. Joel Fleischman to be adopted by her tribe.
Joel engages Ed Chigliak, his Tlingits friend, to try to get his head
around this concept.
JOEL: Ed, let me ask you something. What does belonging to your own
tribe mean to you?
ED: Well, I was raised by the tribe, but since I didn't have parents,
I was passed around a lot. I never really thought about it. I mean,
belonging to a tribe.
JOEL: I belong to the Jewish tribe, so to speak, but I'm also an American,
you know? What does that mean? I mean, is there an American tribe?
More like a zillion special interest groups. In my own case, I am
a New Yorker. I am a Republican, a Knicks fan. Maybe we've outgrown
tribes, you know? The global village thing. It's telephones, faxes,
CNN. I mean, basically, we all belong to the same tribe.
ED: That's true. But you can't hang out with five billion people.
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Swedish director Hannes Holm’s "A Man Called Ove"
is a variation on this theme of community. What is community and how
do we create it and then maintain it over time? How is the intimate
community of marriage interwoven with the community of neighbors and
friends? How do the interactions of the workplace sustain or betray
community?
Adapted from Frederik Backman's 2012 novel and a 2017 Academy Awards
selection for Best Foreign Language Film, "A Man Called Ove"
is a moving portrait of a man whose suppressed emotion manifests in
curmudgeonly bluster. Ove, realized in all his complexity by Rolf
Lassgård and equally incarnated as a young man by Filip Berg,
is the very definition of a wet blanket, yet from the time we meet
him, we also see a widower whose well of grief is so deep it refuses
to abate with time.
Ove lives in a townhouse neighborhood for which he and his neighbor
and friend Rune – now the victim of the dual ignominies of a
stroke and "the system" – spent much of their middle
years structuring the rules and regulations. The erstwhile civic leaders
of the self-governing community were pushed aside in what Ove insists
was a "coup," and now Ove can only hold fast to his self-appointed
morning ambulatory rounds, checking gates and locks and patrolling
neighborhood menaces like a woman’s Chihuahua who pees on the
sidewalk, an itinerant cat and a teen’s mis-parked bicycle.
After his morning routine, Ove heads to his job of 30+ years (we will
learn he's an engineer) only to be called in by management to be made
redundant, as the British say. The pair of millennial middle managers
offer retraining in some sort of digital regimen, but Ove has a better
solution, which is to walk out. After visiting his wife's grave, which
he tries to do daily, he returns to his neighborhood home to regroup.
When…
…into his enclave come the pregnant Parvaneh (Bahar Pars), an
Iranian immigrant, her husband Patrick Lufsen (Tobias Almborg) and
Parvaneh’s daughters Sepideh and Nasanin (Nelly Jamarani and
Zozan Akgün). On day one Patrick backs his moving trailer into
Ove's mailbox as Ove yells at him to watch out. Yet, in his fit of
pique, Ove pulls Patrick out of the car, takes the wheel and expertly
backs the trailer up to his new neighbor's front door. This seesawing
behavior, the good deed exercised in the midst of ire, we come to
understand as one hallmark of Ove's character.
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| Bahar Pars as Parvaneh and Rolf Lassgard as Ove
in "A Man Called Ove" |
Another is his desire to join Sonja, his dearly beloved, and to that
end, Ove makes one interrupted or otherwise failed suicide attempt
after another – each serving to ease him into a reverie of remembrance
of things past. We learn first of his childhood and the loss of his
mother, then of his coming of age with a loving but emotionally distant
father, the events that compel him to make his way in the world alone,
and his encounter with the woman who will be the love of his life
– his Sonja (Ida Engvoll).
As we slowly come to know more about the man called Ove, we watch
as the newcomers in his community, most especially Parvaneh, make
inroads into his inner life. He tries to rebuff her saffron scented
tubs of chicken and rice ("Why try to make it Christmas every
day?" "What's wrong with boiled beef and vegetables?"
he asks himself), but there is no disputing that these foreign dishes
warm him with nourishment beyond the somatic.
I have a soft spot for these sorts of little narratives of community.
Fellow Scandinavian, the Norwegian writer/director Bent Hamer, created
a community of two in "Kitchen Stories" (2003), based on
the post-World War II Swedish research project involving placing an
observer on a ladder-high stool to observe Swedish housewives in their
kitchens. In Hamer's imagining, the research centers on unmarried
men not women, and in the course of "Kitchen Stories," researcher
and subject, in something of a human inevitability, become friends.
In "O'Horten" (2007), Odd Horten is a 67-year-old train
driver on the eve of retirement. The film charts his, at times clumsy,
attempts to leave his old community on the route between Oslo and
Bergen behind and surrender to the possibility of the new.
Though most often noted for his social criticism involving themes
of class and labor, British director Ken Loach approaches his critiques
in narratives set among community. Looking at the most recent decade
in a career that has spanned a half century, "The Wind That Shakes
the Barley" (2006), "Looking for Eric" (2009), "The
Angels' Share" (20012) and "Jimmy’s Hall" (2014)
recall, like Kirk Jones's 1998 "Waking Ned Devine," the
golden era of Ealing Studios – the oldest continuously working
studio facility for film production in the world – that churned
out one memorable little movie after another, including the 1949 "Whiskey
Galore!" directed by Compton MacKenzie, Charles Crichton's "The
Titfield Thunderbolt" (1953) and Alexander Mackendrick's "The
Ladykillers" (1955). What these films have in common is that
the material object of the quest is merely a vehicle for the quest's
larger purpose: the power to bring community together. In these narratives,
community, not family, functions as the central social unit, the ultimate
source of human meaning and communion.
As "A Man Called Ove" unfolds, the constellation of neighborhood
characters – who have known, not only Ove over time,
but his wife Sonja, a teacher and nurturer at heart – must
remind Ove of Sonja's spirit of laughter, love and giving. Ironically,
it is something this old crab does again and again in spite of the
fury Sonja's death and his consequent loneliness have engendered in
him.
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| Ida Engvoll as Sonja in "A Man Called Ove" |
Watching "A Man Called Ove," I was again struck by the
diversity that comfortably inhabits European cinema – the
Iranian Parvaneh and her children, Mirsad (Poyan Karimi), the gay
teen thrown out by his father to whom Ove gives shelter. The only
American directors I know of who incorporate immigrant actors and
characters as casually as French, Belgian and various Scandinavian
directors do are Ramin Bahrani who was born to Iranian parents in
Winston-Salem, North Carolina, and Jim Jarmusch, whose casts and crews
are enviably international. I believe this is a timely observation
to make in a country that ostensibly asks to "Send these, the
homeless, tempest-tossed, to me."
This is what Ove's beloved Sonja has taught those she touched in
life through actions, not words. They are the words Ove's flawed neighbors
somehow inherently understand without having to say them. They are
the words that herald America's safe harbor – a safe harbor
we have closed to so many across a war-torn globe.
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