Michael Haneke's 'Happy End' is a disquieting, blisteringly funny evisceration of the bourgeoisie

Michael Haneke's 'Happy End' is a disquieting, blisteringly funny evisceration of the bourgeoisie
Toby Jones, from left, Isabelle Huppert, Jean-Louis Trintignant, Fantine Harduin, Mathieu Kassovitz and Laura Verlinden in the film "Happy End." (Sony Pictures Classics)

Each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way, except perhaps in the films of the Austrian writer-director Michael Haneke, where domestic misery tends to express itself as a series of repetitive, even ritualistic patterns.

He has, in effect, turned this repetition into a kind of joke; in most of his films you are likely to encounter the names Georges and Anne (or Georg and Anna), and maybe the face of his frequent on-screen muse, the brilliant French actress Isabelle Huppert.


The forces bedeviling these families vary in nature — an apocalyptic disaster in "Time of the Wolf," inexplicable suicidal urges in "The Seventh Continent," memories of past transgressions in "Caché" — but see enough of them and you will soon realize that every tormentor is a front for Haneke himself. Nearly all his films are predicated on a home invasion of sorts, some of them explicit, as in his twin versions of "Funny Games," and some of them metaphorical, as in his 2012 masterpiece, "Amour," in which the lethal intruder turns out to be time itself.

No locks get broken and no ominous packages are delivered in Haneke's "Happy End," an unhappy-family drama every bit as devious as its poker-faced title. This is a more playful, slippery version of a story that Haneke has never really stopped telling: Steadily and ruthlessly, he chips away at an upper-class Western family whose members are ensconced in their own privilege, deaf to the guilty howls of conscience and oblivious to the suffering in their midst.

The Laurents are a multi-generational clan living in a large house in the French coastal city of Calais. The patriarch is Georges (Jean-Louis Trintignant, "Amour"), a widower just shy of his 85th birthday. His brittle, exceedingly competent daughter, Anne (Huppert — told you), runs the family's construction business and tries to groom her volatile man-child son, Pierre (Franz Rogowski), for a prominent role in the company. Anne's weaker-willed brother, Thomas (Mathieu Kassovitz), is a doctor with a wife, Anaïs (Laura Verlinden), and an infant son.

We meet the Laurents in the wake of two serious crises. A wall collapses at one of the company's construction sites, injuring an employee. Thomas' 13-year-old daughter from a previous marriage, Ève (Fantine Harduin), comes to live with them after her mother falls gravely ill.

Both inciting tragedies are shown, or at least suggested, by a secondary camera — security footage of the construction accident, a series of eerie videos shot on Ève's phone — and that sense of chilly, detached observation persists inside the Laurents' home, where no tragedy seems capable of disrupting the family's routine.

Unfolding as a series of brisk, meticulously composed, perfectly acted scenes held together with little or no exposition, "Happy End" is diffuse in its storytelling — no single character emerges as the protagonist — and elegantly serpentine in its construction. A single cut can propel the movie forward by untold days or weeks, but the overall narrative progress feels disquietingly circular. The unblinking gaze of the camera, often taking in the action from a deliberate distance, lends even seemingly banal activities a queasy, hypnotic power. (The superb digital cinematography is by Haneke's regular collaborator Christian Berger.)

Again and again, the director sows seeds of dread and disaster, only to uproot them before they can blossom into full-on horror. Tension convulses the picture whenever Ève, a disaffected teen played with breathtaking poise by Harduin, finds herself alone with her baby brother. But if "Happy End" is something of a bad-seed nightmare, it turns out to be an unpredictable one, marked by unexpected flashes of warmth, sympathy and blistering humor. (It's been a while since a Haneke movie left me cackling in horror rather than reeling in it.)

A curious bond develops between Ève and her grandfather, Georges, one predicated not on love or affection but rather on a mutual disdain for the adults around them, as well as a shared suspicion that life might not be worth living. That suspicion might be nursed in turn by Pierre, a born troublemaker and teller of ugly truths, who briefly exorcises his demons with a jaw-dropping karaoke performance of Sia's "Champagne."

That leaves it to the older Laurent siblings to keep up appearances. Anne goes into exasperated damage-control mode with every fresh setback, conducting business and romance over the phone with her British attorney, Lawrence (Toby Jones).

Thomas, meanwhile, plays the hardworking family man even as he hides the affair he's having with another woman, as we see in regular glimpses of their online correspondence. Haneke has long been fascinated, at least since "Benny's Video" (1992), by the insinuating, alienating effects of contemporary technology, but here his clever integration of Facebook messages and smartphone apps doesn't feel like a facile anti-internet screed; it's symptomatic of a deeper malaise.

When Haneke's movie premiered this year at the Cannes Film Festival, it was dismissed by many as a feeble effort from an auteur rifling through his greatest hits, among them "The White Ribbon," with its unsparing view of teenage sociopathy, and "Amour," which, as Georges hints at one point, may well be this movie's prequel.

More meaningfully, the repressed ghosts of "Caché" and "Code Unknown" are evoked by the African refugees who walk the streets of Calais (an intense focal point of the ongoing migrant crisis), and also by the hardworking, painfully well-behaved Moroccan couple that serves the Laurent household. Tellingly, we notice these characters only when the family does; they are otherwise as invisible to us as they are to Georges, Anne and the rest of their viperous brood.

Haneke has often been dinged as both a punishing moralist and a perversely withholding storyteller, and so it's fitting that his masterstroke in "Happy End," delivered almost with a shrug, is the withholding of punishment. A more redemptive, politically righteous movie might have held its characters to account for their callous indifference, the way Haneke did in "Caché," but it's as if he doesn't see the point: Up until the movie's ghastly, hilarious final tableau, these characters exist beyond the reach of shock, guilt, shame or retribution. Only in a Haneke film, perhaps, could such a reprieve wind up feeling like the most damning judgment of all.



'Happy End'

In French and English with English subtitles

Rating: R, for some sexual material and language


Running time: 1 hour, 47 minutes

Playing: Laemmle's Royal Theatre, West Los Angeles