Bobby Sommer in MUSEUM HOURS (Cinema Guild)

Bobby Sommer in MUSEUM HOURS (Cinema Guild)

Written & Directed by Jem Cohen
Produced by Paolo Calamita, Cohen & Gabriele Kranzelbinder
Released by Cinema Guild
English & German with English subtitles.
Austria/USA. 106 min. Not rated
With Bobby Sommer & Mary Margaret O’Hara

What a curious job to be a museum guard, watching people watching art, and what a curious movie to match. There’s beauty in participating in such a long chain of observation, especially when the object at the end is so clearly and painstakingly adored. Writer-director-producer-cinematographer-editor Jem Cohen (there’s no doubt who’s the auteur) clearly treasures the many masterpieces on display at Vienna’s Kunsthistorisches Institut, the museum at the heart of this film both figuratively and literally. His camera lingers for countless minutes on details from Rembrandts and Bruegels, enough that the line between the setting and subject is thoroughly blurred.

Museum Hours makes the point that distinctions between such things are less important than the acts of careful examination that find rich narratives in the world and art alike. A museum guard, Johann, portrayed with unaffected warmth and realism by Bobby Sommer, encounters a Canadian adrift in Vienna while attending the convalescence of her cousin. Together they form tentative bonds of friendship that are at once light as a feather and the most substantial relationship in each of their lives.

As Anne, Mary Margaret O’Hara exhibits both a wholly convincing naturalism and a slight restlessness that complements Johann while also rendering her distinct. Johann, for all his social isolation and youthful reminiscences, comes across as fundamentally content, not prone to counterfactual thinking. By contrast, Anne seems adrift, her speech always hesitating, stumbling over itself in a self-effacing flow that hints at opportunities lost and regrets that can’t be fully voiced.

Their relationship changes in small, subtle ways, but its beginning and ending are given vastly less importance than its middle. Conventional storytelling is jettisoned for broad swathes of the film, but the episodic absences of the few characters we have come to know feels less like a loss and more like a natural extension of time’s ebb and flow. No one section is given primacy, no one element of the film overshadows the others. At any given moment, there is a candid sense of the object-as-object, the unfussy artistry of the compositions drawing attention to what is in the frame but going no further. This is what you look at, Cohen seems to say, and it deserves to be looked at.

The hypnotic, elliptical images, which circle back on themselves in a way that suggests they are meant to be seen as much as leitmotifs as pictures to deconstruct, blur the distinction between what is and is not worth looking at. It’s easy to let yourself sink into the languid pace, which is soothing to the point of being soporific. It also means that the sudden, brief moments of fully-fledged expressionism strike all the harder, particularly an episode in which several patrons of the museum appear completely nude. The stark and startling conceit echoes Anne and Johann’s matter-of-fact descriptions of a painting of Adam and Eve in the garden before the fall. The nudes give unexpected expression to this notion of innocence, strange and beautiful in their own right, composed and candid without hiding anything.

The overall result is an atmosphere that is both hermetic and lovely, pedestrian and just a touch exalted. “That was nice,” Anne might say, or “That was beautiful,” formulations she uses repeatedly to describe fleeting, ephemeral moments around the city, whether it’s a flock of pigeons taking flight, or an imposing, concrete building that survived WW II. Her choice of words is curious, since Cohen is prone to film the world in an unassuming style that lends no glamour to the proceedings. This Vienna is gray, wet, and empty, and the visuals echo the paintings in the museum without partaking in the monumentalism of their craftsmanship. The beauty of the city is hidden from view.

It’s with these images of Vienna that Cohen chooses to end the film, leaving Johann and Anne to decide their own fates. There are several static shots of the city, framed in a square aspect ratio that gently makes them unfamiliar. In voice-over, Johann describes the unassuming action taking place within the frame in the same way he has described the paintings in the museum, investing thought and feeling into the image with quiet conviction. The sounds of the world permeate the environs, reminding you of the scene’s mundanity even as the words build up its importance, describing a reality whose life will continue to tick on after the last frame fades to darkness.