After The Wedding
- A- Community Grade
- Director: Susanne Bier
- Cast: Mads Mikkelsen, Rolf Lassgård, Sidse Babett Knudsen
- Running time: 119 minutes
Over her last three features, Danish director Susanne Bier has inserted tough moral and political issues into weepy melodramas, either shamelessly exploiting real-life crises or explaining their import in an entirely new way, depending on how attuned the viewer is to her thickly sappy sensibility. In After The Wedding, Mads Mikkelsen runs an Indian orphanage that's in danger of closing, which would send his urchins back into the streets of Calcutta to become child prostitutes. So Mikkelsen flies back to Denmark and makes a proposal to boozy, surprisingly generous fat-cat Rolf Lassgård, who asks only that Mikkelsen stay in town a few days and attend his daughter's wedding. When Mikkelsen arrives, he discovers—by pure coincidence, or perhaps by Lassgård's machinations—that Lassgård's wife (Sidse Babett Knudsen) is the ex-girlfriend Mikkelsen fled home to get over, and the bride may be Mikkelsen's biological child.Wait, wasn't this supposed to be a movie about crippling Third World poverty? Bier and screenwriter Anders Thomas Jensen don't completely abandon that front. From time to time, when Mikkelsen is at his wits' end from marching to the tune of a capricious millionaire, he conjures up the face of his favorite orphan back in India, whose birthday he promised to be home in time to celebrate. Then one over-the-top crisis after another pops up, distracting Mikkelsen from the deeper rewards of global charity.
As with Bier's Open Hearts and Brothers, After The Wedding is steeped in the Dogme tradition of hand-held DV, with an emphasis on too-close close-ups and restless jump cuts. Sometimes, the rat-a-tat style proves powerful, as when Mikkelsen flips through a photo album and catches glimpses of the life he missed while he was trying to save the world. And sometimes the accumulation of a thousand little details—from Lassgård's love of the song "It's Raining Men" to his mother's online-poker addiction—seems like a sketchy substitute for actual characterization. Ultimately, Mikkelsen's mission becomes another one of those sketchy details, as the poverty and sexual slavery of millions of children gets reduced to a cheap dramatic device. (What do you want to do, chum? Save lives, or get to know your daughter?)
At the same time, it's hard to argue that pop confections like After The Wedding don't adequately lay out the stakes of social inequity, even if only on a negligible personal level. With its soapy earnestness and use of suffering souls as set dressing, After The Wedding could be the cinematic equivalent of a Coldplay song. And while that isn't necessarily a slam, it isn't a recommendation either.