The Last Vermeer: Combo Classic Trickster, Cunning Subversive

 

 

** "In the colonies of yesteryear, we were the Nazis. We raped, we murdered, we took slaves - we even threw babies on to fires. And the statues of the men who led that, stand proudly in our public spaces." 

Guy Pearce is one of the most accomplished - and unheralded actors around, noted for his roles in Memento, LA Confidential and Brimstone. And now the Australian actor both astonishes and bewilders in The Last Vermeer,  inhabiting the psyche of the real life, ostentaciously evasive WWII Dutch artist and art forger Han van Meegeren. Who sold the classic painting in question to the Nazi occupiers - in exchange for art they looted from the national museums. Or did he. 

Simultaneously convicted, cursed and celebrated in his lifetime for trading classic artwork to the Nazis - while at the same time adored in Dutch popular culture by trading a forged Vermeer to them in exchange for authentic museum art they pillaged from the national museums,  the notorious figure symbolizes beyond his situation in this dramatic feature, the questionable US and European powers who today claim, or rather self-proclaim global moral authority. And continued demonizing and assault in that regard, against Third World countries they've targeted with genocide and exploitation, for centuries.

And which brings up key political questions masterfully encircling and fueling the narrative revisiting this relatively unknown figure elsewhere. Essentially, what is truth really, when it comes to victims and villains, who gets to define them whether courtrooms or the historical verdict - and all the gray areas in between.

The Last Vermeer may be the first candid, uncompromising dramatic interrogation probing what passes for truth or fabrication in the inevitably confounding aspects of human history. And swept along by the astonishing, deliriously elusive and mystifying Oscar-worthy performance of Guy Pearce - fueling a splendidly perverse, alternately shrewd and discerning vivacity to the notion of unreliable narrator, indeed. And, those eyebrows...

Prairie Miller