Balearic (Ion de Sosa, 2025)

Saint John’s Eve provides the backdrop for Basque director Ion de Sosa's Balearic, which screens tomorrow at the BFI London Film Festival.  La Noche de San Juan, as it's known in Spain, is a midsummer celebration held on the night of 23rd June.  It has arcane roots, fusing ancient pagan sun rituals that pay homage to the year's longest day with Christian traditions marking the birth of Saint John the Baptist.  Saint John’s Eve is especially popular in coastal areas, where revellers gather to light huge bonfires symbolising purification, prior to bathing in the sea, which represents both Jesus' baptism and the concept of renewal.

Balearic gets off to a strong start as four teenagers—three girls and one boy—wander into the grounds of an isolated, seemingly unoccupied mansion.  After some casual chatter, the group decide to take a dip in the villa’s pool, but their fun is cut short when three vicious guard dogs appear.  One of the girls, who happens to be out of the water when the dogs arrive, is savagely attacked and suffers severe injuries.  Although her friends manage to drag her back into the pool, the dogs—curiously unwilling to enter the water—block all available exits, leaving the teens stranded and terrified as one of them slowly bleeds out.

As we're waiting to see how the situation is resolved, the film abruptly cuts to another villa, seemingly not far from the first, where a group of adult friends have gathered to mark the holiday by eating, drinking, and talking.  These people—for whom the label "idle rich" seems wholly appropriate—appear curiously detached from the outside world and strangely indifferent to a wildfire that has started in a nearby forest; one surreal scene shows a firefighting helicopter replenishing its supplies by scooping water from the pool around which these partygoers are sitting.  Alas, if only it had visited another house to do this.

De Sosa's emphasis on both fire and water—two elements that feature so prominently in Saint John's Eve celebrations—forms the foundation of a social critique in which one generation sits pretty while the next is, quite literally, left to the dogs.  This is an intelligent, risky piece of filmmaking, one in which the bold decision to move from the teens' ordeal to something much more diffuse and elusive—the poolside scenes featuring the adults feel almost loose-limbed—might alienate some.  But this nagging, unsettling work, superbly shot on tactile 16mm by Cristina Neira, retains a peculiar grip throughout its brief running time.

Darren Arnold

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The Deal (Jean-Stéphane Bron, 2025)

The Deal is a six-part TV series that tells the story of the 2015 US-Iran nuclear negotiations, which took place in the very neutral state that is Switzerland.  Focusing on Geneva-based chief of protocol Alexandra Weiss (Belgian actress Veerle Baetens), the show—the first two episodes of which screen today at the BFI London Film Festival—provides an engrossing insight into these sensitive diplomatic talks.  The entire series is directed by Jean-Stéphane Bron, and this material feels a particularly good fit for a filmmaker who became known for his political documentaries—including L'expérience Blocher—before branching into fiction.

Weiss is a sort of diplomatic factotum, and the early stretches of the show focus on her seemingly endless duties as she attempts to smooth the ground for the negotiations.  She's serious, measured, and does her utmost to remain unruffled—even when being talked down to by Fenella Woolgar's ghastly EU delegate.  It is difficult to imagine the rather inscrutable Alexandra having any kind of private life, but this all changes with the introduction of her ex, Iranian scientist-engineer Payam Sanjabi (Arash Marandi), who has been released from prison so that he can play a role in the discussions; suddenly, we see a different side to her.

Sanjabi's arrival demonstrates how the series deftly combines the personal with the political, an aspect of the show that is underlined by a fraught telephone call between the US Secretary of State (Juliet Stevenson) and her aging, ailing mother.  The ever-dependable Stevenson is good value in the part, and her scenes with her Iranian counterpart (Anthony Azizi)—who doesn't consider her his equal—crackle and fizz in a way that adds real dramatic heft to the proceedings.  There's also a notable role for André Marcon, an actor perhaps best known for his work with Jacques Rivette, including the epic two-part film Joan the Maid.

But The Deal is glued together by Veerle Baetens, who excels as the put-upon Alexandra.  She's an assured, magnetic presence, and one suspects that her recent experience behind the camera—her directorial debut, the Belgian-Dutch co-production Het smelt, won Best Flemish Film at last year's Magritte Awards—has helped her further refine her technique as a performer.  Baetens carries the series with this complex character, one who must always remain impartial as the often bullish participants—who appear more concerned with not losing face than reaching an agreement—constantly threaten to derail the negotiations.

Darren Arnold

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Sirāt (Óliver Laxe, 2025)

As with Galician director Óliver Laxe's previous film, Fire Will Come, his latest effort, Sirāt, will screen at the BFI IMAX as part of the BFI London Film Festival, where it plays on Monday in the Dare strand.  Following its outing on the UK's biggest screen, Sirāt will receive a second showing on Tuesday at the ICA.  The fact that both Fire Will Come and Sirāt have been programmed in the IMAX says much about Laxe's films, which are immersive, transportive experiences.  Yet this new work is quite a different beast from its predecessor: Fire Will Come exemplified slow cinema, whereas Sirāt possesses a tense, driving narrative.

In Sirāt, Sergi López delivers a knockout turn as Luis, a father desperately searching for his missing daughter, Mar.  Luis' quest has taken him and his young son, Esteban (Bruno Núñez Arjona), from their native Spain to southern Morocco, where they attend an outdoor rave in the hope of learning something about Mar's whereabouts.  As the pair circulate through the party, handing out fliers and questioning indifferent attendees while blaring trance music hampers their efforts, the scene feels extremely familiar; it’s clear that everyone Luis approaches will barely glance at the photo before claiming never to have seen his daughter.

The missing person trope has been heavily overused in cinema, but here Laxe cleverly uses it to draw the viewer in.  After Luis notices a group of five people sequestered from the rest of the partygoers, he decides to ask them about Mar.  The answer is quite predictable, but there is mention of another rave that might be happening much deeper in the desert.  The group seems rather guarded when Luis asks if they’ll be attending, and the current event is abruptly broken up by soldiers declaring a state of emergency.  As all the vehicles line up, waiting to leave, the quintet flee the scene, and Luis, urged on by Esteban, follows them.

The father and son—accompanied by their very cute dog, Pipa—are in a small van that is not ideally equipped for the Moroccan desert, yet they generally manage to keep pace with the two much larger trucks as the caravan treks through increasingly inhospitable terrain.  As Laxe builds this strange, isolated world, it becomes easy to forget about the absent Mar—and you soon realise that the hunt for her is little more than a MacGuffin.  Shot on tactile Super 16mm stock, the shattering Sirāt is a quite brilliant piece of sensorial filmmaking, one punctuated by a couple of jaw-dropping moments that will shake you to your very core.

Darren Arnold

Images: Pyramide Films