Sightlines · a reading
A Deleuzian reading of The Other Side of Hope
2017 · Aki Kaurismäki · The Other Side of Hope on Sightlines
A man takes off his wedding ring and sets it on the table. His wife looks up at it. He picks up his suitcase and leaves. The camera doesn't move, nobody explains anything, and the scene is over in about the time it takes to read this paragraph.
You never learn what went wrong in that marriage. Kaurismäki isn't saving it for later. The whole film is built out of that omission.
Deleuze has a precise name for a gesture like the ring. He calls it an index of lack, and it belongs to what he calls the small form of the action-image: instead of laying out a situation and then a hero who acts on it, the film shows the act first and leaves us to reason backwards toward a situation that never fully arrives. Most cinema runs the other way. We watch a marriage curdle for forty minutes so the departure feels earned. Kaurismäki hands you the ring and trusts you with the rest, which is also a way of saying he doesn't think the reasons are your business.
Then he does it again. Khaled climbs out of a coal bunker in Helsinki harbor, black from head to foot, and we get no crossing, no boat, no Aleppo yet. Wikström liquidates his shirt stock, sits down at an underground card table, and stands up rich. The two men meet behind the bins. They fight. Then, with no scene of persuasion anywhere, they arrange a life.
Deleuze called this slackening of cause and effect weak links, and in most modern cinema it reads as drift. Here it's comic, and it's an ethic. A negotiation scene would invite you to weigh whether Wikström ought to help a stateless man. By cutting past the decision and landing on its aftermath, Kaurismäki cancels the vote. The decency is already there in the frame, like the furniture. Your approval was never solicited.
The performances hold the same line. Kaurismäki directs the way Bresson directed Pickpocket: lines flat and exactly as written, eyes withheld, the interiority handed off to hands and objects — a suitcase, coins, a shirt cuff. Deleuze's term for what this produces is the gest: a posture or attitude that exposes a social relation instead of a private feeling. Sakari Kuosmanen's face is granite and nothing crosses it. Put that face across a table from a man who has just been refused asylum and what becomes legible is not two psychologies but the relation itself — the exact shape of what one person is permitted to do for another under Finnish law.
Since the actors are forbidden to emote, the feeling has to live somewhere. He puts it in the walls. A single flat green, a red door, a mustard jacket, all lit by hard sources with no plausible origin in the room. This is engineering he took from Sirk, where in All That Heaven Allows the key light is assigned to an emotional state rather than to a lamp, and the social barrier is stated by décor instead of dialogue. Deleuze calls it the color-image: a color that absorbs the scene and its feeling. Kaurismäki applies it to a Helsinki bar, on 35mm, because film stock holds a black that stays black.
And there is no score. When the film needs the swell a score would give it, a band walks on and plays a number straight through while the plot sits down and waits. Deleuze would call these stretches dead time, passages where nothing advances. What matters is where the emotion is located: inside the fiction, produced by a visible body with a guitar, so it cannot be piped at you from outside the frame. It's the most underrated thing about him.
The world of the film is also out of period on purpose. Rotary phones, gabardine, a bar that could be 1962 — and a laptop conducting the asylum interview, a television carrying footage from Aleppo. Deleuze describes sheets of past as layers that coexist and can be moved through, not as dated flashbacks. Kaurismäki builds the layering into the décor, so the present of the film is never quite contemporary with itself. The argument in the furniture is simple: this is not new, and Finland has done it to people before.
In 2015 Finland received roughly ten times its usual volume of asylum applications. The state's answer to Khaled is refusal. Deleuze, writing on minor cinema, said modern political filmmaking starts where the people are missing — where there is no ready-made collective to speak for, so a film has to invent one. Kaurismäki's invented people is a restaurant staff, a forged identity, a bed. And the comic set piece is a literal act of fabulation: The Golden Pint converts itself into a sushi restaurant for a busload of Japanese tourists, improvising on pickled herring and a catastrophic quantity of wasabi. It's staged with exactly the same immobile formality as the deportation order. That equivalence is the method. Nothing in this film gets a bigger camera than anything else.
The debts are all visible and all specific. Le Havre is the template — same two-strand build, same hard-key palette on Salminen's locked frames, same staged concert as plot mechanism — rewritten here with the consolation withdrawn. Chaplin's The Immigrant supplies the grammar: a penniless outsider processed by officials, rescued not by legal status but by a fragile domestic foothold. Kaurismäki keeps the structure and deletes the pathos close-up Chaplin closed on. Ozu's An Autumn Afternoon gives the frontal locked camera, the signage used as flat graphic blocks, the ellipsis that skips the event and arrives in a drinking room afterwards. Umberto D. gives the content wholesale: the queue, the price of a meal, procedure filmed as if it mattered. Bazin defended that attention as a realism of duration and available light. Kaurismäki keeps the attention and throws out the light. Studio artifice, hard key, faces modeled like objects. He demonstrates that neorealism's ethics never depended on neorealism's optics.
He owns the company that produces him, which is why nobody was in a position to ask for coverage, a score, or a happier ending. What the film did to the migration picture is remove its two default engines — the ordeal and the sympathetic close-up — and put a refugee inside a comedy without once making him the joke. Berlin gave it the Silver Bear for direction. Kaurismäki announced he was finished, then came back six years later with Fallen Leaves and the same grammar intact.
So watch the cuts. The film never once shows you a person deciding to be good. It only shows you people who already have. Which version do you actually believe?
Concepts in play
- index-of-lack — Wikström lays his wedding ring on the table, waits for his wife to look up, and walks out; the marriage that produced the act is never shown and never explained.
- weak-links — Transitions leap over negotiations and decisions and land on the aftermath: Wikström buys the restaurant in what feels like three shots; Khaled is granted a bed, an identity and a job across a handful of cuts with no scene of persuasion between them.
- the-gest — The Bressonian modèle method — lines flat and exactly as written, eyes withheld, a suitcase and coins and a shirt cuff carrying what the face refuses — so Kuosmanen's granite impassivity opposite a refused asylum seeker exposes the legal relation rather than a psychology.
- affective color — Unmotivated saturated fields — a wall of a single green, a red door, a mustard jacket — held on 35mm with hard tungsten key and blacks that stay black, the Sirkian assignment of color to emotional state rather than to any source in the room.
- the closed set (cadre) — Frontal, symmetrical, proscenium-like compositions with figures placed against flat planes of color rather than in depth; actors enter frame, stop, deliver, and leave rather than being followed.
- temps mort — Shots held past the point where the actors have finished, and the live music interludes where Finnish rock, blues and tango players perform a number straight through while the narrative waits.
- people-are-missing — Khaled applies for asylum and is refused in a Finland that had just taken ten times its normal volume of applications; the film's answer is not legal but improvised — a restaurant staff, a manufactured identity, a bed.
- story-telling / legending — The Golden Pint reinventing itself as a sushi restaurant on pickled herring and catastrophic quantities of wasabi for a busload of Japanese tourists, staged with the same immobile formality as the scenes of despair.
- order of time / coexistence — Rotary phones, gabardine coats and a bar interior that could be 1962 set inside unmistakable 2010s markers — a laptop-run asylum interview, a television bulletin with footage from Aleppo — so the film's present is never contemporary with itself.
- pure optical & sound situations — Aleppo arriving as television footage inside a room furnished decades out of period: an image nobody in the frame can act on, photographed with the same unhurried attention as a coffee cup.