If you take the title of Jenna Bass’s new film, “High Fantasy,” at face value, you’ll probably picture a stoner comedy-cum-genre flick, a’la “Your Highness,” in which unlikely heroes are pitted against mythical dangers while stricken with a case of the stoned giggly-fits. To an extent, this characterization is fair: Bass does assemble of diverse troupe of characters, and she does set them on a quest of sorts, and she does incorporate a fantasy element in their travels after they all get roasted on weed, but the fundamental conflicts of “High Fantasy” are rooted in the real world, and those conflicts make the film feel all too familiar. Whether you’re white, black, South African, or American, you know those conflicts regardless of the stance you take on them.
The film’s premise reads like the stuff of prototypical horror: Four young friends go out into the wilderness to have fun and end up accosted by the supernatural. (If not the supernatural, then at least the inexplicable.) Once you get by the premise and start watching “High Fantasy,” that read is further validated by Bass’s aesthetic, packaged in the handheld shooting style of found footage movies like “The Blair Witch Project.” But Bass isn’t telling a conventional monster story, or even an unconventional monster tale. Instead of a literal boogie man, she focuses on a figurative boogie man, racism, embodied in conversation by her cast as they’re forced to acknowledge their biases following a bizarre body swap scenario. There’s no explanation given as to why or how the cast switch identities. It just happens, and hell, of a sort, breaks loose.
It’s an inelegant set-up, but Bass doesn’t care for elegance. She’s making magical realism. It’s up to us to let ourselves be swept up in her extraordinary conceit, at least to a point; the rest is up to her cast, comprised of Xoli (Qondiswa James), Thami (Nala Khumalo), Lexi (Francesca Varrie Michel), and Tatiana (Liza Scholtz). The film rests its weight on their performances: If they fail to sell their metaphysical transformations, then “High Fantasy” fails, too. They don’t fail, and “High Fantasy” succeeds. If anything, the movie might have benefitted from having them all swap bodies sooner and for longer. Until that happens, it’s a road trip film that orbits around the fraught subject of race relations, bringing each character’s proximity to racism to its fore. Lexi is the lone white member of the quartet, and it’s her family’s land they’re camping on; Xoli, Thami, and Tatiana are each persons of color whose experiences with and thoughts on white supremacy are varied. (Xoli is most vocal about her beliefs, a product of systemic abuse she’s endured at the hands of South African authority while participating in political protests.)
“High Fantasy” is a movie for the woke set in 2017; it’s about the exploration of the beliefs we espouse on the surface, art that bores beneath that surface to mine its characters’ true feelings. It’s therefore uncomfortable to watch, but that’s natural. Racism isn’t an easy topic to discuss, even among friends, and it isn’t easy to confront in ourselves, either. (This extends to sexism, a side tangent to Bass’s interest in race; Thami, the lone male in the cast, talks a good game about his sexual prowess, and as one might imagine, spending an undisclosed period of time living in the body of a woman, even temporarily, has an effect on his outlook.) Maybe it’d be easier if we had the luxury of being able to actually walk in another person’s shoes; maybe it’d be easier if we could actually see the world through another’s eyes.
That’s the real “fantasy” component of “High Fantasy.” We don’t have that luxury. We don’t have that privilege. “High Fantasy” does the taxing legwork of generating empathy for its audience via its premise and plot mechanics; that the challenges of racism grow no less challenging under the conditions Bass engineers for her film is a harsh reminder of precisely how daunting they are for us poor schmucks watching from the relative safety of a theater. The characters bicker with each other even after growing accustomed to their new, temporary bodies; they project, they lash out, and they refuse, at times, to see beyond their own personal interests even after being given the gift of perspective. (We can’t judge them for flying off the handle, either. Xoli explodes at Tatiana when Lexi runs off into the wilderness by herself after they each return to their rightful bodies; Xoli is furious at Lexi’s selfishness for fleeing, and aggrieved at Tatiana’s suggestion that they go to the police for help. Just try holding her anger against her.)
“High Fantasy” is a tough film to evaluate and unpack, which most likely means that, like Sean Baker’s 2015 masterpiece, “Tangerine,” folks will gravitate toward its artistry instead of its messages. Bass shot “High Fantasy” on her iPhone, giving the film a necessarily homemade feel; her physical lens also adds layers of intimacy to the innately personal tone, keeping the primary cast members crammed in the frame together. Occasionally she pulls the camera back to capture landscapes and sunsets in their natural majesty; more than once she takes to the skies, flying above the world and the characters like an all-seeing deity, intervening in their lives to teach them valuable lessons about prejudice. It may be inevitable, as technology improves, that more filmmakers will lean on smartphones as filmmaking tools, but just because you can shoot a movie on your mobile device doesn’t mean you should. Bass justifies use of the method handily, though: “High Fantasy” is art we shouldn’t be able to look away from. Thanks to Bass, we can’t. [B+]
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