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Monday, June 11, 2007

Worldwide Short Film Festival

I’ve been for­tu­nate enough to obtain press accred­it­a­tion for the 13th annual Worldwide Short Film Festival, which is run­ning from June 12–17 here in our fair city. The motto this year is “Shorter is Better” which suits me fine, since I’m on the lower end of the height scale. It will be a par­tic­ular chal­lenge, though, to actu­ally review these films, since the various pro­grammes often cram ten or more shorts into each screening. But I’m going to do my best. My only con­firmed screening so far is the Opening Night Gala being held tomorrow evening. It gathers a number of award-winning shorts into one programme:

This is my first time attending this fest­ival and really my first time attempting to review shorts, so I’m sure I’ll learn a lot.

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Viva Cuba

Viva Cuba (Director: Juan Carlos Cremata Malberti, Cuba, 2005): Viva Cuba is a charming fairytale/road movie that sub­merges its polit­ical mes­sage in a very per­sonal story of friend­ship and love. Jorgito and his tomboy friend Malu are on the cusp of adoles­cence, and their close friend­ship seems about to morph into some­thing at once more ser­ious and more fright­ening. It’s evident from the way they can be holding hands one minute and arguing viol­ently the next. To make things worse, their fam­ilies detest each other. Malu lives with her mother, a bitter woman whose family used to wield influ­ence in the days before Castro’s revolu­tion. Jorgito’s par­ents have moved to Havana from the coun­tryside and are firm sup­porters of the gov­ern­ment. Each mother admon­ishes her child for playing with an unsuit­able play­mate, but that only drives the pair closer together.

This Romeo and Juliet story really takes off when Malu’s mother decides to leave Cuba forever, to join her boy­friend in what we assume is America. In order to get per­mis­sion to leave the country with Malu, she must get her estranged ex-husband to sign an exit author­iz­a­tion. Knowing this, Malu and Jorgito hatch a plan to appeal to his paternal love (or guilt) by trav­eling in person to see him. The problem is that Malu hasn’t seen her father since she was six, because he works as a light­house keeper at the other end of the country.

The two young prot­ag­on­ists hit the road by train, bus, and oxcart to reach their des­tin­a­tion, but their con­stant squab­bling threatens to ruin the plan. In the mean­time, their wor­ried fam­ilies have seem­ingly recon­ciled in the des­perate search for their missing children.

First and fore­most, this is a beautifully-shot film, and the use of colour is often striking. The polit­ical mes­sage, such as it is, seems to ignore Castro com­pletely; instead, it’s a shame­lessly pro-Cuba film, high­lighting both the island’s nat­ural beauty as well as the fierce pride of its people in their cul­tural insti­tu­tions. It’s not sur­prising that music plays a big part in the film.

It’s unclear whether the dir­ector was attempting to make a film aimed solely at chil­dren. There is cer­tainly a sense of naïveté in the dia­logue and the basic struc­ture of the film, and there is never any real danger to these two kids on the run, but the ending seemed par­tic­u­larly grown-up and ambiguous, and made me ree­valuate my ini­tial impres­sions. Some critics have seen the film as an allegory depicting two sides to modern Cuban cul­ture, but I don’t believe the inten­tion was that obvious. I think the film gains res­on­ance from refusing to be overt about its polit­ical opin­ions. Instead, it leaves the viewer to untangle his sym­pathies from the inter­sec­tion of con­flicting desires in a country that is chan­ging, just not fast enough for some.

Note: Film Movement fea­tured this film as their Year 5 Film 5.

8/10(8/10)

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Nightclubbing

Nightclubbing (Directors: Emily Armstrong and Pat Ivers, USA, 1975–1980): After seeing Wasted Orient (review), I’d planned to leave the NFB Cinema to see Kurt Cobain: About A Son, but when I found out what the next screening was, I imme­di­ately changed my plans. Directors Emily Armstrong and Pat Ivers have doc­u­mented more than 100 bands from the New York punk and No Wave scenes from 1975–1980. They video­taped shows for broad­cast on a cable access pro­gramme called Nightclubbing and the film is a rough assemblage of 25 per­form­ances from that archive. They’re working on a doc­u­mentary which will incor­porate present-day inter­views with many musi­cians from the scene, and we got to see a short excerpt from that after their Q&A. Since they’ve been touring this par­tic­ular col­lec­tion of clips since at least 2000, I hope we’ll see a DVD release before the end of the decade.

I’ll start by stating the obvious. The video and audio quality of these clips is hor­rendous. Many were cap­tured on prim­itive equip­ment and were never meant to be pre­served. That being said, it’s mes­mer­izing to wit­ness some of these early per­form­ances, most of which were filmed at either the late, lamented CBGB’s or at the Danceteria. Here are just a few highlights:

  • a three-piece Talking Heads per­forming “Psycho Killer” in December 1975, well before the song was recorded.
  • a 1980 clip of Pylon, whom I’d never heard of before. Conservatively-dressed singer Vanessa Ellison’s per­form­ance builds from a near-whisper to a sort of twitchy cres­cendo. Fascinating.
  • a 1979 clip of the Bad Brains cov­ering Wire’s “12XU”.
  • Iggy Pop singing “New Values” in 1979. Unfortunately, the vocals are buried, but Iggy does some of his trade­mark stage moves.
  • The Dead Boys per­forming with Divine at a benefit for their drummer, who had been stabbed in a knife fight and who had no med­ical insurance.
  • a very early Blondie per­form­ance of the Velvet Underground’s “Femme Fatale” from 1975.
  • there really was quite a bit of sax­o­phone in many of these bands, for better or worse. This brought home the joke behind L.A. hard­core band Fear’s song “New York’s Alright If You Like Saxophones”.
  • a 1980 spoken-word per­form­ance by Max Blagg about the evils of heroin, which had rav­aged the scene by this time.

Legs McNeil and Gillian McCain’s book Please Kill Me: An Uncensored Oral History of Punk has been one of my favourite books for a long time now, and seeing these clips really added another dimen­sion to that whole fas­cin­ating story.

The only draw­back to my viewing exper­i­ence was that I was sit­ting next to two old rockers who talked loudly thoughout both the film and the Q&A after­ward. So, for me it was just like being at a real rock show in that sense.

The dir­ectors con­ducted a very informal Q&A after­ward, and you can just tell they have a mil­lion stories they want to share. I hope the fin­ished form of this film can pack even a few of them in.

A review of a screening from 2000.

8/10(8/10)

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