The Maid (La nana) has amassed quite an impressive resume on the award circuit, with a bevy of nominations and wins since 2009--including two jury prizes at the Sundance Film Festival. All of those accolades are well-deserved, and the young Silva undoubtedly has a great career ahead of him. Hopefully too does fellow Chilean Catalina Saavedra, whose quietly unsettling performance draws you in from the opening shot--where she practically breaks the fourth wall as she stares at us, too tired and defeated to beg for our sympathy or help.
It's two of the most powerful opening minutes I have ever seen in any film, immediately setting the stage and getting us up to date on a lifelong history--but with very few words. It gives us all we need to know about the dynamic that drives the film: As Raquel settles down for a quiet dinner, the raucous sounds of the six family members--enjoying a big meal in the big dining room--pierce her ears like a never-ending dog whistle: "I'm not going to clean up after something I didn't do!" yells one child; "Mom, I want a Playstation 3!" demands another. Welcome to the tragic routine of Raquel's life.
Then again, you get the sense she's almost immune to the noise--and there's a lot of it. Camila (Andrea García-Huidobro) is the eldest of four siblings, and the one who clashes the most with the maid ("Raquel hates me," she tells mom. "She's always hated me. I'm sick of it!"). Their silent war plays out with passive-aggressive panache: "Raquel, we're going to study all night long," Camilla says as her schoolmate arrives. "So please don't vacuum near my room too early." (Silva wrote these wonderful nuggets along with Pedro Peirano.) Then there are the two young boys, Tomas (Darok Orellana) and Gabriel (Sebastián La Rivera), who demand the most of Raquel's physical energy. Thankfully, eldest son Lucas (Agustín Silva) is there to charm everyone (when he isn't letting his hormones get the best of him), his antics occasionally forcing a smile from the perpetually deadpan Raquel. He's her favorite, and the whole family knows it.
That includes equally defeated dad Mundo (Alejandro Goic), who prefers to escape into the solitude of his model ships rather than spend time with the family (he interacts the least with Raquel). But mom Pilar (Claudia Celedón) makes up for it, showing constant concern for the woman she has employed for more than two decades. But even her attempts at compassion seem tinged with insincerity or just plain ignorance, like the following exchange at Raquel's birthday celebration:
Pilar: "I forbid you to do the dishes now!"
The family seems to have worn down the 41-year-old woman, whose increasingly intense headaches and overall fatigue have started to hamper her performance. But despite Camila's plea to get Raquel canned, the guilt-stricken Pilar just can't bring herself to do it. Enter "Plan B": hiring a new maid to help take over some of Raquel's duties. It's a solution that doesn't sit so well with the suddenly possessive, territorial woman. But it turns into a delicious turn of events for the viewer as the agitated Raquel--armed with a vacuum, a bottle of bleach, an uncanny ability to channel her inner 2-year-old and a death stare that would halt the Grim Reaper--amps up her dark side, devising a series of plans to ouster her new competition.
Her unknowing enemies include young, likeable Mercedes (Mercedes Villanueva), whose plans for the food antagonize Raquel ("She's got to understand! We're not in Peru!"); "cave woman" Sonia (Anita Reeves), a lifer who's wise to Raquel's schemes and seems more than ready to stand her ground ("Why do you make such an effort for those ingrates? Just do your job and you'll be happier!"); and jovial Lucy (Mariana Loyola), who tries to be upfront from the start: "Don't worry, I'm not staying in this house for the rest of my life...I'd die." Then there's the cat, another target of Raquel's anger (poor thing never saw it coming). In fact, no one is safe from her scorn--and no secret is safe (turns out Raquel might have more power than you expected).
Those battles give the film a wonderfully wicked tone as Raquel seems to become more unhinged at the possibility of losing the one thing she has in life. They also set up a number of intriguing questions that force the viewer to examine her true motives and feelings: Is Raquel a bitter woman whose only joy comes from getting to finally exert control over others? Does her job provide her a sense of family that she would be missing outside the house? Does she really care about the kids, or is she just scared of being unemployed and having no future? Is this film a dark comedy, a heartfelt drama or a horror film in the making as Raquel's grip on sanity slips away? (Visions of The Housekeeper/a.k.a. A Judgment in Stone, Murderous Maids and that crazy nanny from The Omen constantly danced through my head here.)
It's a credit to Silva and Saavedra that we're kept guessing and on our toes for so long. The Maid is a very quiet film--many of the sequences play out with minimal dialogue, and it's up to the leading actress to fill in the blanks with her face and body language. That she surpasses the challenge is all the more amazing considering the film requires her to spend most of its running time with a stone-cold face, one frozen in the same sad expression. We're left on our own to unravel Raquel's back story and motivation, but the actress does an incredible job of saying so much without any words--it's not as difficult to read her as you might initially think. Hey eyes, her mouth, her posture, her walk...all speak volumes about Raquel, and brief phone conversations with her mother clue us in to more issues.
The cast and crew revel in the quiet moments here, and everyone is fantastic. Celedón (with equally expressive eyes of concern, worry and guilt) and Loyola (who appears in the film's most crucial scene, a powerful moment I dare not ruin) are equally engaging in the film's biggest supporting roles. The younger actors are all wonderfully natural --García-Huidobro in particular stands out, showing maturity far beyond her years. She gets one of the film's many great moments all to herself in a sequence that demands a lot, forcing her to rely on her own power of restraint in a dialogue-free shot that is genuinely moving. Also watch out for Delfina Guzmán as Pilar's mom; she makes the most of her short screen time. While she may not be amused with the conflict ("Oh please! Maid fights? I've seen millions..."), I can guarantee you will be. (Love that nativity scene, by the way!)
What do all of these silent moments say? That's something best left for viewers to uncover themselves. The Maid is funny, sad, sincere and scary all at once, and the less said about it, the better. It's a rare treat for a film to be this hard to categorize, and I'd ruin too much of its power by sharing what it ultimately offers. But I will share this: I had a handful of different ideas about where the film was going in my head, a bunch of endings all picked out. That it concluded in a manner I didn't anticipate was a big surprise, one that I hope you can also experience. As for that final shot? It's open to interpretation, one of the many beauties of this unique gem.
That also becomes clear in the short photo gallery, which includes a picture of the young director with his two siblings and the "real" Raquel. This is clearly a semi-autobiographical work, but we don't get to hear about any of its inspirations--a real shame, especially considering how funny, charismatic and engaging Sebastián Silva is in the behind-the-scenes footage. Also provided is the short and silent From Sketch to Screen: Storyboarding The Maid (3:03) and trailers for other Oscilloscope releases.