Movie Review: Silence

Like a good deal of Martin Scorsese’s films, Silence handles the subject of faith in a complex and humanistic way; Scorsese transmutes the torment, humiliation and suffering of two young, idealistic Jesuit priests, by the fiendish censors of Feudal Japan, into a deeper, more puzzling question about the nature of faith and God itself. The violence depicted in Scorsese’s films are often punishing and unrestrained, normally involving unforgiving acts committed by men with no concept of sin or guilt, but Silence—which feature peaceful, pacifistic men of the cloth—becomes a particularly gruesome and unsettling study of violence as endurance and intolerance. Filmed with stunning patience and textured surrealism (evoking progenitors Kurosawa and Mizoguchi) Scorsese has never been more individually aware of his subjects’ anguish.

To understand Silence one must acknowledge that religion has been the crux to understanding the morality (and immorality) of history’s great ethical conflicts. Scorsese, no stranger to the subject of martyrs and tyrants, makes a strong case for both groups, defining how their roles in history have established the foundation of our contemporary ethos. Silence individualizes the cultural atrocities associated with religion, containing them in an intimate cross-examination of faith, in which both bodies and souls are tested for spiritual and somatic obstinacy. Silence is an experience, both devastating and sublime, in which forbearance and contemplation become its own rewards.

The voyage of two young Jesuit’s is captured with striking ominous composure; temporally placing us in his world of Feudal Japan is the leering, uninviting camerawork of cinematographer Rodrigo Prieto, whose point of view shots allow us to witness, in patience, the horrors dispensed on those unstintingly resolved to die for their faith. The opening scene occurs in the hellish hot-springs of Japan, where Catholic priest Cristóvão Ferreira (Liam Neeson) bears witness to hellfire in the form of searing liquid. The images of ghostly mists and the gargoyle-like Japanese censors are equal-parts ethereal and terrifying. The Jesuit priests crucified here are only a few out of hundreds (maybe thousands) of “believers” who Japan’s shogunate both fear and hate. That fact does not deter the idealism of priests Fathers Rodrigues (Andrew Garfield) and Garupe (Adam Driver) who set out on a voyage to salvage Ferreira from damnation.

Silence is undeniably slow moving but forceful in its ambitions, pressing viewers to withstand, agonize and witness the cruelty inflicted upon the Christians in his film. Scorsese doesn’t simply exercise miserablism but excavates it for dramatic depth. Rodrigues and Garupe come to Japan only to become perplexed by moral quandaries which surpass their piety and compassion. An indelibly off-putting Issey Ogata plays the film’s Godless judge, the Inquisitor—a notoriously slimy character with ghoulish white-hair and a poised devil smile. The Inquisitor is an old samurai tasked with smothering the flame of Christianity in Japan. His cunning in politics and warfare allows him to confine the priests in an ethical quagmire where the veracity of God’s word becomes a never ending and unanswerable dilemma.

The theme of a “silent God” (extricated from the source novel) is denoted with remarkable ethical complexity in the film, presenting itself to be inexorably akin to Martin Scorsese’s own personal mire with faith. But it’s Scorsese’s utter refusal to provide answers and concessions toward his characters’ noble and destrctive paths which enrich the film’s dramatic composition. Andrew Garfield, in what is perhaps his most psychologically demanding role, plays with piety, naivety and inner-conflict with an expected grace, but what truly allows his talent to soar is watching how the actor forges the rejection of God’s absence into a recognizable, human despair. Garfield eloquently and harrowingly embodies (through stoic voice-over, gesture and assertiveness) his trials with terrifying uncertainty.

The film’s numerous ethical catch-22s almost satirizes the contradictions of Christian morality, but Scorsese’s struggle, an irresolvable and torturous gridlock, feels more like a devilish torment of existential uncertainty than one of social commentary. It’s in the moment that Rodrigues’ abject faith in God is mutated into a stomach-turning moral reckoning of do-or-die that we see Scorsese foster a fiery inquest of his own reckoning. The play between the religious morality and moral (universal) objectivism, two entities that refuse to coexist (lest one betrays the other) seems to be the very essence of humanity’s futile search for serenity amongst the decay of social order.

The simplicity of Rodrigues’ fateful “choice”, and its torrid (beautifully unsubtle) colour palette of fire and brimstone, evoke a religious impasse, but it’s Rodrigues’ ability to choose between the suffering of his disciples and their freedom that’s reminds us even a God is burdened with authority.

The concept of right and wrong have never felt so absent in a film in which morality and human decency make-up its fundamental components. In a sense, Scorsese has been confronting similar “moment-of-truths” his entire career: Whether it’s Mean Street’s Charlie forced to choose between earthly riches or spiritual freedom; or Last Temptation’s Judas asked to betray Jesus at Gethsemane; or Goodfella’s Henry Hill placed on the stand to inculpate his crime family to acquit his actual one. The protagonists of Scorsese’s films have always been marked by demands which confront their sins.

Silence discovers a similar premise but interestingly not in Rodrigues—who is for the most part unstintingly devout and compassionate—but in the tragic character arc of Kichijiro (Yōsuke Kubozuka), a drunk, Japanese expatriate who Rodrigues and Garupe initially seek out in order to find a passage from Macau to Japan. Kichijiro, like many of Scorsese’s tragic anti-heroes, is a Christian who oscillates between the exultant promises of heaven and the tangible and immediate riches of the material world. He and Rodrigues share a relationship throughout the film built on contempt, but it’s only when the young priest comes to understand Kichijiro, after years patience, forgiveness and wisdom, Scorsese finally seems find a lasting resolve.

Rating: 10/10

Gary is a twenty-two year old Canadian who partakes in all sorts of sedentary past times (reading, video games, etc.), his favourite of these is watching movies. His love for the cinema runs deep and he is constantly trying to find new ways to engage and approach films (because films are constantly trying to find new ways to engage and approach people). He does this mainly through film criticism, which he sees as both a hobby and a crucial link between movies and those who want to understand them a little more.
  • Jeff

    Hi Gary,

    How can I get in contact with you to ask about reviewing a movie?

    • Gary Shannon

      Hey Jeff, you can PM me the details on Twitter.

      • Jeff

        Sounds great, I’ll send you a tweet under the username “OnDemandKorea” right now