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Angels Crest and the Law of the Father


For those who left too soon
Angels Crest directed by Gaby Dellal is a mirror image of the contemporary American family setup. The story roams around the death of a child which unintentionally happened by his divorced father on a snow fall day. The mother figure is an alcoholic who was having an extra marital sex with a friend her husband. The event has been charged a file in the court. The story goes on a straight linear track, which traces the guilty consciousness of a father.
The family setup causes the death and alienation of most of the children in the United States of America. There is a possible sentimental side which might be drawn towards the side of the father who has lost his son. In a fine morning his misses his very two year old son who has been sleeping in the car. The county is gathered in a café where people meet; there is no possibility of being a stranger in a small county. After all that’s interesting and appreciative.
In Lacanian psychoanalysis the Law of the father deals with the language and discourses created by the father who is followed by his son and daughter. The role of the mother is erased for his convenience in the constructed spaces of his realities. In this movie, naturally for the whole divorced American family setup, mother figure is totally kept far away from the discourse of a child’s space of beautiful world.
Mother figure was having her sexy game with a man when she was phoned about the missing of her son. She just damns her husband for the loss of their son but she doesn’t take part in the search for the missing boy while the whole county was searching for him. Personally, I have no pity for her because she is the primary existence for the death of her son. Movie doesn’t give any reason for the breaking of their marriage. When the whole concept of womanism laments on the passive role of mother in the symbolic stage, the movie is paves the road towards the reality of the activeness of her passivity in the symbolic stage. Does she really care about her child when she gets a divorce? She just drops her tears when something happens to her child. The rest of the world of child is in the law of the father where he tries to assimilate his father figure.
Representation of the lesbian co relation and the societal acceptance is appreciative. It’s a kind of declaration of individual freedom of woman as an existence by challenging the heterosexual social setup.
Woman blames the man for everything that happened to her son, for she thinks that she has no role in the missing of her son. The story has no complex riddles to solve. Both the father and mother blames their father and they say “ my father was a shit.” Still mother is in the safe zone that she enjoys the laxity of the patriarchal bond around her. She enjoys the activeness of her passivity.
Finally man pays off the law of the father, ie, he disappears in to the mist and he shoots himself to death. He takes the responsibility for the death of his son. Law of the father verdicts the death penalty for the man.  

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