Film of the Week: Nurse’s tale is anything but saintly
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A shy, emotionally repressed nurse turns to religion and rechristens herself Maud following a traumatic incident in this creeping horror.
Saint Maud (Cert. 15, 84 mins, available from Monday on DVD/Blu-ray and to download and stream)
Starring: Morfydd Clark, Jennifer Ehle, Lily Frazer
Kate (Morfydd Clark) prays daily, unwavering in her devotion.
“I can’t shake the feeling that you must have saved me for something greater than this,” she rhapsodises to her God in the cramped confines of a sparsely furnished flat.
Maud walks away from the NHS to work in the private sector as a carer to famed American dancer and choreographer Amanda Kohl (Jennifer Ehle), whose halcyon days of hedonism and artistic expression have been cut short by terminal illness.
The combative relationship between Clark’s loner and Jennifer Ehle’s acerbic patient is elegantly distilled in fractious verbal exchanges that begin with a pitying first impression: “You must be the loneliest girl I’ve ever seen.”
Amanda wallows in bitterness and regret in a grand seaside property, with sporadic visits from her lover Carol (Lily Frazer) and a coterie of sinful acolytes.
The ailing dancer channels her poisonous feelings at Maud, who she sarcastically anoints “my little saviour”.
The pious carer believes she has been chosen to save Amanda’s blackened soul, however, and the battle between nurse and acid-tongued patient gathers pace as reality and fantasy trade blows in Maud’s warped mind.
She scorches herself and inserts pins through the sole inserts of her shoes to experience exquisite waves of pain.
The brightly-lit arcades of a nameless British seaside resort bear witness to a brutal tug of war between faith and fanaticism in writer-director Rose Glass’s striking debut.
Infused with the creeping dread of a modern-day horror story, Saint Maud is a mesmerising portrait of religious fervour and sexual awakening, anchored by a bravura central performance from Welsh actress Morfydd Clark as the eponymous tortured soul.
Artfully navigating the central character’s twisted psyche with carefully timed spurts of violence, Clark’s porcelain features seem to hang in the pervasive darkness of the screen like some ghostly apparition, fixing us with a cold stare that perfectly and chillingly conveys the resolve of a nurse who will follow silent instruction to the bitter and bloody end.
Composer Adam Janota Bzowski’s score sets our nerves on edge as much as the stellar performances, leaving almost no time to breathe comfortably between each scene of fateful self-delusion and despair.
And cinematographer Ben Fordesman is a willing accomplice, conjuring scenes of gloomily lit domestic drudgery that suddenly thrum with menace and prickle our skin with fear.
Abandon hope all ye who peer through Glass’s distorted lens.
