The characters of Andre Forcier’s “Wind From Wyoming” inhabit a truly bizarre world. His easy melange of high and lowbrow sensibilities is rather like a Brechtian soap opera. While unquestionably a daunting challenge for the mainstream, pic hits a vital nerve with partisan auds and should carve a comfortable niche in upscale markets.
In a milieu of punch-drunk boxers and their handlers, Lea (Sarah-Jeanne Salvy) is in love with up-and-comer Reo (Martin Randez). But he breaks her heart by taking up with her mother, Lizette (France Castel), and that puts papa (Michel Cote) — his trainer — into a spin. Meanwhile, sister Manon (Celine Bonnier) has become infatuated with celebrated New Age author Chester Celine (Francois Cluzet), who’s about to make a personal appearance in Montreal.
Add to the mix a hypnotist (Marc Messier) brought in to alter affections and a collection of oddballs who gravitate about Motel Oscar, and you have a busy, intelligent and unpredictable crew.
Forcier aggressively assaults the audience with images and incidents. No laugh is too crude, and the outrageous is de rigueur. It’s a pretty bleak vision of the human condition, with much humor wrung out of adversity.
Every aspect of the production is pitched into high gear, and overall effect leaves one gasping. But it’s all kept in control and the plot threads tie together neatly at the end.
Abetted by a superb ensemble cast and a beautifully polished production, “Wind From Wyoming” (a reference to a mythical breeze with erotic powers) is a wacky, good-natured and skillful piece that succeeds by studiously avoiding judging its characters.