The Most Blasphemous Movie of the Year

A man swims along a Northern Portugal river, using clean, precise strokes to harmoniously move through the water. He stops to watch the many different species of birds that live along this remote route, from hawks and vultures tomost important to himendangered black storks that are nesting nearby. We see what he sees through his binoculars, although later on, well also see what they seenamely, this ornithologist, named Fernando (Paul Hamy), looking small and alone from the birds aerial vantage points. On a riverbank, he tries to communicate with his boyfriend via cell phone, but reception is bad, and he manages to do little more than say that he loves him, and acknowledge that hes received the reminder to take his medication. Then he gets into his kayak, gets caught in rapids, and disappears.

Such is the set-up for The Ornithologist, an equally pious and profane drama from Portuguese director Joo Pedro Rodrigues thatlike the filmmakers prior effort, 2013s The Last Time I Saw Macaois mesmerizing, baffling, and more or less impenetrable without some working knowledge of the material that inspired it. In this case, that would be the legend of Saint Anthony of Padua, a famed 13th century Catholic priest and Franciscan friar who, after crashing his boat on his way home from Morocco and washing up in Sicily, spent years teaching across the region, eventually settling in Padua and earning his reputation as the patron saint of lost things. Saint Anthony is central to Rodrigues import, given that the mans life holds the key to understanding at least some of its allegorical mysteries. Still, trying to make lucid heads or tails of this surreal odyssey is, I think, ultimately the wrong way to approach it.

Rather, The Ornithologist is best experienced with an open mind and a willingness (if not eagerness) to get lost inside its strange, beguiling world. If its intro passages suggest a relatively clear-cut update of Saint Anthonys storyalbeit one filtered through the filmmakers own highly personal lensthe material soon takes a decidedly more bizarre turn. After Fernando vanishes, Rodrigues cuts to two female Chinese hikers, Lin (Chan Suan) and Fei (Han Wen), traipsing through the misty forest that surrounds the river. A few moments later, Lin speeds ahead, so she can jump out from behind a tree to scare Fei. She then discovers blood on her injured kneewhich Fei first licks off of Lins finger, and next sucks up, directly from the wound. Thats enough, Lin finally chides, and they proceed on.

This incident unhinges the proceedings (to put it mildly), which soon reveal that Lin and Fei are lost. This forest never ends. St. Anthony has abandoned us, they lament. Yet their fortunes change when they discover a waterlogged, but still alive, Fernando. They nurse him back to health, feed him, and warm him with an ancient Chinese tea. Around a campfire, they have a conversation in which Lin and Fei express fear over the devilish spirits theyve heard the past three nights, and Fernando states that he doesnt believe in God. Shortly thereafter, the women retreat to their tent (Like good Christian girls, we sleep together), leaving Fernando to sleep outside.

In the morning, he wakes up in just his underwear, his body hanging upright from a tree via ropes that are wrapped around his entire bodyincluding, in a particularly uncomfortable manner, his genitals.

As you might imagine, Fernando isnt too thrilled with this state of affairs, and following a testy exchange with Lin and Fei (during which he calls them crazy bitches and sick sadists and spits on them), he frees himself under cover of night, hearingas he sneaks awaythe two giggling in their tent, Tomorrow well castrate him! Having escaped that terrible fate, he ventures back into the great forest, where he finds only more bewildering and frightening sights. First, its his broken kayak, stuck upright in the sand and decorated with balloons as if for use in some sort of strange ritual, and his emptied backpack and ID nearby, his eyes burned out of the latter. Later, in the dark, he spies men dressed in ornate masks and tasseled costumes running to and fro with torches, yelling about their power and capturing a wild hog that they apparently intend to sacrifice.

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A scene from ‘The Ornithologist,’ directed by Joo Pedro Rodrigues.

If that werent enough weirdness, he some time later encounters a deaf-mute goat shepherd (Xelo Cagiao). Introduced sucking from one of his animals teats, this stranger draws his name in the sand as Jesus and proceeds to have rolling-around-on-the-beach sex with Fernando. Its here that The Ornithologist most plainly comingles the personal and the spiritual in overtly blasphemous ways. Yet its clear that Rodrigues aim isnt to offend or titillate so much as to cast Fernandos rambling journeytoward escape, toward enlightenment, toward salvationin terms that symbolically relate to his own individual life. Be it an ensuing fight between Fernando and Jesus in which the former stabs the latter to death (in the side, la Christ), or a montage in which cascading water is layered on top of portraits of Fernando, Jesus, and a Christ statue, the film becomes dreamier and more free-flowing, proceeding forward with a haziness that would be off-putting if every stop along its path werent so rapturously conceivedcourtesy of an aesthetic attuned to the areas enveloping natural soundsand tantalizingly oblique.

To be sure, The Ornithologist is a challenging work that doesnt provide easy answers and, in fact, requires that one accept that its highly sexualized enigmas (fingers entering and exiting bodily gashes; bodily transformations; topless female riflewomen on horseback, beating their chests and crying out in celebration) arent necessarily altogether decodable. There are certain things we shouldnt try to understand. They come to pass and we must believe in them, says Fernando toward storys end, and its a lesson Rodrigues demands we heed. Less a straightforward drama than a winding, haunting reverie about a lost outsider searching for acceptance and companionshipin terms of both the flesh and the spiritit glides along to the beat of its own strange drum, its strident string score evoking terror, and its unhurried visuals exuding trancelike beauty. Its a film about the universal desire for greater understanding (of ourselves, and the world around us) that itself is, in a sense, incomprehensible. Intrepid moviegoers would be wise to fall under its spell.

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Fernando, a solitary ornithologist, is looking for black storks when he is swept away by the rapids. Rescued by a couple of Chinese pilgrims, he plunges into an eerie and dark forest, trying to get back on his track.
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