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Friday, July 17, 2020

Nobody Knows I'm Here: Quietly powerful

Nobody Knows I'm Here (2020) • View trailer 
Four stars. Rated TV-MA, for mild dramatic intensity

By Derrick Bang • Originally published in The Davis Enterprise, 7.17.20


Chilean director/co-scripter Gaspar Antillo’s impressive first feature — debuting on Netflix — is a meditative, slowly simmering character study anchored by star Jorge Garcia’s heartbreaking lead performance.

Memo (Jorge Garcia), struggling to move beyond years of deliberate isolation from
society, yearns to find a way out of his own bitter memories. But will he succeed?
Don’t be misled by the first act’s apparent aimlessness; Antillo and co-writers Josefina Fernández and Enrique Videla build their quietly poetic saga to a deeply poignant conclusion.

It’s a rare big-screen starring role for Garcia, best known for his high-profile work in television’s Lost and the revived Hawaii Five-O. He pours heart and soul into this performance, which owes as much to body language and thoughtful pauses, as to his character’s scant dialog.

Memo Garrido (Garcia) and his Uncle Braulio (Luis Gnecco) lead a reclusive existence on an island reachable only by boat, in Southern Chili’s Lake Llanquihue. They chop wood and process sheepskin, securing just enough work to enable their Spartan lifestyle. Memo is stoic and mostly silent, participating reluctantly — and with as few words as possible — in his amiable uncle’s efforts at conversation.

But Braulio neither minds nor pushes the point; he respects Memo’s nature, while looking out for his withdrawn nephew.

When not working, Memo makes and dons elaborate costumes, putting on silent fashion shows while bathed in the glow of a red light that exists only in his imagination. (A different red light plays a key role in the story’s conclusion.) He also likes to visit neighboring homes when the occupants are away: not to steal or even touch anything, but solely to soak in the atmosphere of … finer living (?).

The reflexive assumption is that he’s a spectrum child, but a conversational aside denies that possibility; the remaining conclusion, then, is that he’s Damaged Goods. Something happened in his past: something that has left him emotionally wounded, bitter and resolutely antisocial.

Indeed.

The dynamic shifts when their regular delivery of bundled sheepskins is taken over by Marta (Millaray Lobos), a chatty, cheerful young woman who — physically — is very much the diminutive Laurel to Memo’s massive, shambling Hardy. She’s inquisitive, but not unpleasantly so: also sensitive enough to tread carefully, while trying to understand and learn more about this painfully shy man.