November 2007

Martin Scorsese has cre­ated a short film for Spanish wine­maker Freixenet that pays homage to Hitchcock. It’s not obvious from the film itself that it’s a com­mer­cial (unless you know wine and the title “The Key to Reserva” doesn’t tip you off), until the final minute or so, where the camera pauses lov­ingly on a bottle of the sponsor’s bubbly. In my pre­vious life, I worked for a wine importer, and we rep­res­ented Francis Ford Coppola’s wineries. I wonder why he’s never cre­ated some­thing so clever for his own wines?

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Heima

Heima (Director: Dean De Blois, 2007): Ever since Bob blogged about the trailer way back in August, I’ve been des­perate to see this film. Screenings have been care­fully con­trolled, and I was for­tu­nate to attend the first Canadian screening last night. Although the film was released on DVD a few days ago, there is really no com­par­ison to seeing a film like this on a big screen with a decent sound system, among a group of like-minded music fans. Sigur Rós is a band from Iceland whose music is nearly indes­crib­able. It’s orches­tral and epic and spir­itual and beau­tiful and moving. I’d seen the band per­form at Massey Hall a few years ago, and I’d com­pared the exper­i­ence to “seeing God.” The film does not disappoint.

First of all, des­pite the film­makers’ stated desire to avoid the “touristy” shots of Iceland, it’s impossible to make the country look any­thing but breath­taking. My wife and I plan to visit in 2008, and this just got me even more excited. I liked the way the film travels with the band to dif­ferent places in the country to per­form free con­certs for the pop­u­la­tion. And I loved that everyone came, from babies to grand­par­ents. It reminded me of my travels in Newfoundland, where even­ings at the pub were attended by almost everyone. The music was superb, and by the time I fin­ished watching the film, it was quite pos­sible to believe that Sigur Rós is the only band that mat­ters. The inter­views with the band mem­bers didn’t add a lot in terms of insight into the music itself, but it was nice to see them in relaxed set­tings speaking their quirkily-accented English.

I will say without shame that I dozed a little at cer­tain points. That’s not an insult to the music or the imagery. It just felt like the line between waking and dreaming was so thin that was easier to cross over. It didn’t hurt/help that the screening began at 11:15pm and that I’d spent the early part of the evening drinking beer.

I’ll look for­ward to seeing this again and again when my DVD arrives, but I’d recom­mend trying to see this in a cinema if you can.

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Official site for the film (US)

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9/10(9/10)

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Finishing the Game

Finishing the Game (Director: Justin Lin, 2007): Bruce Lee died in 1973 during the filming of his “dream pro­ject,” a film to be called “The Game of Death.” Five years later, the pro­du­cers released a film under that title that con­tained the 12 minutes that Lee had com­pleted. To pad the rest, they included scenes from some other Bruce Lee films, as well as footage shot with stunt doubles, and even a still photo! Needless to say, this cyn­ical cash-in was far from the film Lee had wanted to make. Justin Lin’s film is a hil­arious mock­u­mentary that attempts to go behind the scenes as the film­makers try to audi­tion “the next Bruce Lee.” While based on a true story, the film is com­pletely fic­tional, and there­fore takes many liber­ties for the sake of get­ting a laugh. And there are lots of laughs in the film. It’s a supremely silly send-up of chop-socky flicks, studio politics and 70s cul­ture. Some of the hope­fuls include a South Asian doctor named Raja Moore, a vain Lee imper­son­ator named Breeze Loo, and a com­pletely white guy who claims to be half-Chinese. The film revels in the worst sort of ste­reo­types, not only of Asian but of black cul­ture, with MC Hammer star­ring as an agent who dresses like a pimp. The art dir­ec­tion is glor­i­ously ugly and the soundtrack full of porno­funk. All of it adds up to a thor­oughly enjoy­able 90 minutes. Somehow, though, I felt a little bit disappointed.

I think what bothered me is that the basis of the story was a real injustice, with Lee’s legacy sub­jected to the worst sort of exploit­a­tion. Though the film is billed as a satire, I found the comedy just a bit too broad for it to func­tion that way for me. The obvious lesson is that des­pite the film­makers’ belief that Lee could be replaced by any other Asian, that it just wasn’t true. For Lin to have made that point more effect­ively, he would have had to include at least a bit of footage of the real Lee. His absence left the film a bit hollow, I think, des­pite what I am sure were the best of intentions.

Official site for the film

7/10(7/10)

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LOL

by James McNally on November 10, 2007

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LOL

LOL (Director: Joe Swanberg, 2006): With the back­lash against the so-called “mumble­core” move­ment already starting, I thought I’d better review this film now. I’ll admit that this is only the second film I’ve seen that falls within the bounds of the loose grouping of actors and dir­ectors that go by that moniker. The first was The Puffy Chair (review), by the Duplass brothers, which was pretty good. Not great, but good. LOL evoked the same reac­tion from me. Director Joe Swanberg writes and stars with his friends Kevin Bewersdorf (who also com­posed the music) and C. Mason Wells as three college-age guys who are so caught up in their com­mu­nic­a­tion “tech­no­logy” that they don’t do much actual com­mu­nic­ating, espe­cially with the women in their lives. As a con­firmed gadget lover (but, strangely, cell-phone hater), I found a lot of humour in the film, and I could relate just a bit to some of the char­ac­ters’ bad beha­viour. Alex (Bewersdorf) becomes so obsessed with a woman he’s seen naked online that he totally misses a chance for a rela­tion­ship with a real woman (the won­der­fully dorky Tipper Watson). Chris’ sep­ar­a­tion from his girl­friend for the summer leads him to try to con­nect with her through tech­no­logy, but only on his terms. And Tim (Swanberg) can’t seem to tear him­self away from his laptop or his cell­phone long enough to have an actual con­ver­sa­tion, espe­cially with his sorely neg­lected girl­friend Ada (Brigid Reagan). This cast reminded me a bit of Whit Stillman’s ensemble in Metropolitan (1990), one of my favourite indie films. But the writing isn’t nearly as good, nor are the per­form­ances. Still, the situ­ations are real­istic enough, and the char­ac­ters are flawed but like­able. When you realize just how young Swanberg and his pals really are (he’s 26), and how prodi­gious his output has been (he’s aver­aged a fea­ture film a year since 2005’s Kissing On The Mouth, plus dir­ected a series of web­casts for Nerve.com), you have to be at least a little bit impressed.

“Mumblecore” seems to have been as much a cre­ation of the indie film press as any sort of self-conscious “school” of film­making. Swanberg just seems to be canny enough to use his friends as col­lab­or­ators as often as pos­sible. Unfortunately, that has its lim­it­a­tions. Now that he’s estab­lished that he can write and direct, I’d like to see him try working with some pro­fes­sional actors. Watching LOL seemed just a bit too much like watching his home movies. If the back­lash has truly begun, that might be just the cata­lyst that Swanberg and his friends need to make some wider con­nec­tions. I’m looking for­ward to seeing where the mumble­core gang go next.

Official site for the film

7/10(7/10)

P.S. For the record, I found Amy Taubin’s art­icle in Film Comment (the “back­lash” art­icle linked above) to be incred­ibly mean-spirited toward Joe Swanberg. It will be inter­esting to see the fal­lout from what looks to be a per­sonal attack.

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Manda Bala (Send a Bullet)
Editor’s Note: Doc Soup is a monthly doc­u­mentary screening pro­gramme run by the good folks at Hot Docs. It gives audi­ences in Toronto (and now Calgary and Vancouver!) their reg­ular doc fix each year from the fall through to the spring, leading up to the Hot Docs fest­ival itself.

Manda Bala (Send a Bullet) (Director: Jason Kohn): First-time dir­ector Jason Kohn’s film was a con­tro­ver­sial winner of the Grand Jury Prize at Sundance this past year, and after seeing it, I can under­stand why. It’s a travelogue of sorts, whisking us around Brazil to talk to police, politi­cians, pro­sec­utors, busi­nessmen, vic­tims of kid­nap­ping, and even a kid­napper him­self. The film’s tagline is “When the rich steal from the poor, the poor steal the rich” and the basic out­line is that it’s a film about a cul­ture of theft. We see all the pre­cau­tions the rich are forced to take to avoid the ransom kid­nap­pings that are now wide­spread in cities like Sao Paolo. They buy bul­let­proof cars, they take heli­copters and con­tem­plate implanting micro­chips under their skin. We hear from a kidnap victim who had both of her ears sliced off, a common tactic of the kid­nap­pers to show how ser­ious they are. Kidnapping is such a growth industry that now plastic sur­geons have developed ways of cre­ating new ears from rib car­tilage. On the other hand, we’re intro­duced to cor­rupt politi­cian Jader Barbalho, whose graft included the estab­lish­ment of frog farms to launder gov­ern­ment grant money. Recurring images of the frogs, including a mem­or­able sequence of one frog devouring another, seem to work as a crude meta­phor. With a pop­u­la­tion of 20 mil­lion, Sao Paolo’s res­id­ents are just as crammed together as the hap­less frogs, and the res­ulting anarchy is almost inevitable.

Kohn’s film is full of start­ling and often beau­tiful imagery, and his con­scious decision to shoot on film and in ana­morphic widescreen tells me a lot. Along with a jaunty soundtrack of Brazilian samba, the gor­geous images look better than they have a right to. I caught myself asking whether a film about such ugli­ness had a right to look so pretty. And I think that’s where my problem with the film lies. It feels like a carefully-constructed object that was planned around aes­thetic, rather than moral, con­cerns. It looks great, but I’m just not sure there’s a real heart to the film. Many of the director’s choices seem cal­cu­lated to dis­tance the viewer from the hor­rors he’s observing. For instance, Kohn made the decision to forego sub­titles in many of the inter­views, including the kidnap victim’s. Instead, we hear the dia­logue in Brazilian Portuguese, and then hear the trans­la­tion in English from the trans­lator, who is also in the frame with the sub­ject. It’s a strange effect. As well, there is no attempt at any ana­lysis of the prob­lems of Brazil, other than a throwaway line about how the Portuguese estab­lished Brazil simply to plunder it.

I remember hearing as a young stu­dent about how Brasilia was designed from the ground up as the new cap­ital of Brazil, and the film does convey some of the tar­nished futur­istic optimism that was coming out of the country in the 60s and 70s. Kohn described the film as a kind of “non-fiction science-fiction” film, and I think he does a pass­able job of con­veying the feeling that Sao Paolo’s sin­ister land­scape may soon seem very familiar to the rest of us.

But I’m still con­vinced that this is more an exer­cise in style than substance.

7/10(7/10)

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