Thursday, November 8, 2007

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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