Time of the Wolf

Michael Haneke is not a familiar name, even to fans of arthouse cinema. His last two films may have starred Isabelle Huppert (La Pianiste) and Juliette Binoche (Code Inconnu), but their difficult subject matter and ambiguous endings didn’t make for the sort of movies that please Amélie fans. And Haneke’s latest opus, Time of the Wolf, isn’t likely to gain him much more of a following, which is a shame.
Reminiscent of the vastly inferior 28 Days Later, Time of the Wolf takes place after some cataclysmic event has occurred. Order has broken down, basic supplies like food and water are unavailable, and masses of people have fled the cities. Huppert plays a mother with two children trying to survive. At first, they’re on their own, which is harrowing enough. But when they join a ragtag collective, they’re exposed to the true horrors of human nature.
Like certain other recent European films (Twentynine Palms, Free Radicals), Time of the Wolf intends to shock its audience. But Haneke’s formal control allows him to accomplish much more. Huppert fans will be slightly disappointed with her relatively minor character. Rather, the early adolescent daughter played by Anais Demoustier assumes center stage. Confronting her own identity, she must also confront the very essence of human nature. What are we like when everything is stripped away? What are we willing to do? What is our responsibility to our family, our fellow human beings?