bad luck sometimes means happiness
by Douglas Messerli
Aki Kaurismäki (screenwriter and
director) Ariel / 1988
Finnish director Aki Kaurismäki’s
1988 film, Ariel, as some critics
have commented, is a true mix of different Hollywood genres—all presented with
a kind of droll melancholy that is could come
When the local mine for which Taisto and his friends’ work closes down,
his father advises him to move south and hands him the keys to his white
convertible before committing suicide. Unable to even bring up the top of the
car, Taisto puts his scarf around his head and, after withdrawing his final
pay, takes to the road. Along the way, he stops for a hamburger, where two
local thugs knock the rube Taisto out and relieve him of every last cent.
Frustrated in his attempt to find any other kind of work, he encounters
meter maid, Irmeli Pihlaja (Susanna Haavisto) who hands him a parking ticket
before tossing her hat into the street, tearing up the ticket, and joining him
in the cold front seat and an inexpensive dinner. After dinner she invites him
up to her small apartment where she lives with her young son.
And so begins a new chapter in this tale, a story of poor working stiffs
that shares much with Chaplin’s Modern
Times.
And, accordingly, the movie shifts again,
now becoming a prison tale, somewhat in the manner of Bresson’s A Man Escaped. Now in a cell with a
morose sedative-addicted murderer, Mikkonen (Kaurismäki regular Matti
Pellonpää), Taisto is visited by the loyal Irmeli and her son, asks her to
marry him, and to make plans when he returns home. When she slips a file in the
spine of book she brings Taisto for his supposed birthday, the two cellmates
begin plans for an escape, and amazingly succeed. Clearly Irmeli’s love means
something of a change in Taisto’s luck, for the two succeed in marrying and
spending a few hours in bed before the police show up.
But now it is Mikkonen’s luck that has run out, as, when he returns for
the passports, the crooks demand all the money. Challenging them to a fight
with broken bottle, Mikkonen is shot. And, for the first time, Taisto, checking
up on his friend, is forced into violence himself, killing the two underworld
men, scooping up the passports, money, and his badly hurt friend and speeding
off to pick up his hardworking wife and comic-book reading son.
Mikkonen dies on route, but not before
he discovers the magic button that lifts up the convertible’s roof, as if he
were, in fact, entombing himself and other passengers.
Surprisingly, and truly ironically, the tale ends happily, with the
three starting out, once more, on a different kind of road trip—across the sea
to the new world of Mexico.
Like most of this wonderful director’s loser-heroes, Taisto and his tiny
family bravely survive the only way they know how, with a kind clumsy
comicalness that reveals their ineptitude while simultaneously showing their
true humanity; and in that respect, Kaurismäki’s works are generally dark
comedies in the manner of Chaplin’s various renditions of his little tramp. No
matter what they do—to dream, loaf, rob, or even murder—we side with them and
pray for their escape from the unjust worlds that surround them, for they are
not Hollywood heroes, but people just like us.
Los Angeles, June 8, 2017
Reprinted from World Cinema Review (June 2017).





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