July 2009

Tiptoes

Not sure if this will develop into a new cat­egory or not, but couldn’t resist posting about this one. The other night, over a few beers, a friend out­lined the syn­opsis of a film so ridicu­lous that most of us thought he was making it up. The fol­lowing morning, he sent us this:

Yes. It appears that this turd was actu­ally made. Tiptoes (2003) fea­tured such A-list talent as Matthew McConaughey, Kate Beckinsale, Patricia Arquette and Gary Oldman, the latter playing, wait for it, a dwarf. With a sup­porting cast that must have included every dwarf that could read a line (including, unfor­tu­nately, the tal­ented Peter Dinklage), Tiptoes went straight to DVD after its Sundance premiere, which is why nobody has heard of it.

There is so much that is just ter­rible about this idea, I’m not sure where to begin. But having Gary Oldman walk around on his knees to make him appear dwarflike (without accounting for the normal length of his arms) is surely one of the most glaring mis­steps. And why not have real dwarf Dinklage play Oldman’s part? To be honest, I don’t think any­thing would have saved this, but it might be fun to screen this for a look at some A-list talent working hard for a paycheque. I’m sure a few beers would help.

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Rocksteady: The Roots of Reggae

Rocksteady: The Roots of Reggae (Director: Stascha Bader): Well, I’ll get one thing out of the way first. The poster for this movie kind of sucks. But I think if you watch the trailer (embedded below), that might help you forget how bad the poster is. Now that I’ve gotten that off my chest, I think you’ll enjoy Rocksteady: The Roots of Reggae.

I have always been a fan of ska, the fast dance music that ori­gin­ated in Jamaica in the early 1960s. This doc­u­mentary intro­duces us to Rocksteady, a musical style that formed a bridge between ska and the slower, more polit­ic­ally con­scious reggae music of the 1970s. Even though Rocksteady as a style really only lasted from around 1966 to 1968, its influ­ence can still be found in pop­ular music today, from Jamaican styles like dance­hall and reggae to American hiphop. Director Bader takes us on a journey, much like the one Wim Wenders doc­u­mented in Buena Vista Social Club, gath­ering musi­cians together from the era to record again and to put on a reunion con­cert in Kingston, Jamaica.

But rather than focus on who’s behind the reunion, as Wenders did with Ry Cooder in his film, Bader chooses to have one of the musi­cians nar­rate the story of Rocksteady. Wilburn “Stranger” Cole (nick­named because he didn’t resemble anyone else in his family) recounts how Jamaica’s inde­pend­ence from Britain in 1962 cre­ated a new sense of optimism in the country. Young people from the coun­tryside swarmed into Kingston to find work, but there wasn’t enough work for all of them. Rocksteady music mostly focused on themes of romance, but as Jamaica’s social prob­lems increased, the music reflected them. Later, Reggae music would incor­porate the same social con­scious­ness with polit­ical and reli­gious themes.

The his­tory is effort­lessly woven into the story of the reunion, and archival footage of Jamaica in the 1960s is jux­ta­posed with modern footage, often to dra­matic effect. Bader shoots some beau­tiful scenes in decaying loc­ales, including the old Palace Theatre (where blind Derrick Morgan per­forms his hit “Tougher Than Tough”) and an aban­doned railway sta­tion. Combined with the clos­eups of the life-lined faces of these musi­cians, it paints a rather mel­an­choly pic­ture. The musi­cians lament that the country has lost its inno­cence. Singer Judy Mowatt remem­bers: “The Rocksteady era was a romantic era. We sang love songs. There was no viol­ence. You could walk the streets of Jamaica at 12 o’clock, 1 o’clock, 2 o’clock without being harmed.” This all changed by the late 1960s when all the young men who had come to the city looking for work found none. These “rude boys” got into trouble with the law, and the streets were no longer safe. Some of the dance halls and theatres were forced to close down after people became afraid to ven­ture out at night. This coin­cided with a period of change in black con­scious­ness, led by the civil rights move­ment taking place in the US and the inde­pend­ence move­ments in Africa. All of these devel­op­ments led to the evol­u­tion of Rocksteady into the Reggae that put Jamaican music on the inter­na­tional map.

With all the excel­lent back­ground to the music, Bader’s film still works best as a show­case for the songs and the tal­ents of those who per­formed them. Seeing these musi­cians come together to play after more than 40 years is a joy to watch. There are gen­erous scenes of the new studio record­ings, but one dis­ap­point­ment is that the big reunion con­cert is really only seen during the end credits. A full con­cert movie might make a great com­panion piece to this film. The studio ses­sions have already been released as a new CD.

Official site of the film

8/10(8/10)

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Paradise Cinema, Toronto

I’ve just real­ized that 2009 marks the more-or-less 20th anniversary of the begin­ning of my cinephilia. Back in the late ‘80s, Toronto had a handful of rep­er­tory cinemas under the Festival banner. The flag­ship was the Bloor Cinema, but I also saw films at the Revue, the Capitol (now an “event theatre”) and the Fox. The Kingsway, the Paradise, and later the Royal were a bit far for this east-end boy to get to at the time, but luckily they rotated the films around a fair bit. Each month, the news­print Festival pro­gramme opened up a world of cinema riches to a young lad like myself. Though the Festival theatres no longer operate as a chain, most are still func­tioning movie houses, though it’s pain­fully evident that the best days of Toronto’s rep­er­tory cinemas are now gone. Here are some of the films I saw that made an impres­sion on me all those years ago. In par­tic­ular, I think the first four are sadly over­looked nowadays.

Thanks to John Vetterli for making his photo avail­able under a Creative Commons licence.

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Black Narcissus

by James McNally on July 18, 2009

in DVD,Snapshots

Black Narcissus
Editor’s Note: I’m intro­du­cing a new cat­egory called Snapshots with this review. These are short takes on older films. Short takes because I’m either too lazy to attempt a full review or else I’m intim­id­ated by the wealth of other crit­ical opinion out there on these films.

Black Narcissus (1947, Directors: Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger): Though Deborah Kerr has top billing, the real star of Black Narcissus is the Technicolor cine­ma­to­graphy of Jack Cardiff, who passed away earlier this year. For a film that came out right after the war, the lush col­ours and exotic locale must have been like a drug to a war-weary world. Kerr plays Sister Clodagh, the leader of a small group of nuns who have been sent to the Himalayas to estab­lish a con­vent school on the site of a former palace that was used to house a pre­vioius owner’s con­cu­bines. The exotic set­ting seems to create ten­sions in the women, pulling them away from their reli­gious devo­tion toward the more sen­sual pleas­ures of the exotic world they’re inhabiting.

The plot is melo­dra­matic, but the images are always strik­ingly com­posed. Surprisingly (or per­haps not so much con­sid­ering England’s post-war aus­terity), the whole thing was shot at Pinewood Studios, with some won­derful set design and matte paint­ings filling in for real moun­tains. Both art dir­ector Alfred Junge and cine­ma­to­grapher Cardiff won Academy Awards for the film.

I will con­fess that I’m baffled at all the ref­er­ences I’ve seen to these nuns as Protestant or “Anglo-Catholic”. Their order is named for the Virgin Mary and although they renew their vows yearly, which is unusual, there was nothing remotely Protestant about their reli­gious prac­tice, nor did I hear any cla­ri­fying ref­er­ence in the dia­logue. Perhaps it is made clear in the novel (by Rumer Godden) upon which the film is based.


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Essay by Ronald Haver on the Criterion website

8/10(8/10)

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Humpday

by James McNally on July 17, 2009

in Theatrical Release

Humpday

Humpday (Director: Lynn Shelton): Two reviews in a row about films by women dir­ectors about the del­icate rela­tion­ships between men. But Humpday and The Hurt Locker (review) couldn’t be more dif­ferent. Where the latter rat­cheted up the ten­sion with action and explo­sions, Lynn Shelton’s film builds it with queasy laughter and an out­rageous game of chicken.

Ben (Mark Duplass) is a thirty-something trans­port­a­tion planner, hap­pily mar­ried to Anna (Alycia Delmore) and living in a nice house in Seattle. And then his old col­lege buddy Andrew (Joshua Leonard) arrives in the middle of the night, looking for a place to crash after returning from an artists’ colony in Mexico. It’s clear that the two have taken dif­ferent paths since col­lege, but Ben doesn’t like the feeling that he’s become a cliche, so he accom­panies his friend to a wild party at the home of a bisexual artist Andrew’s just met. After many sub­stances have been con­sumed, the talk turns to Humpfest, Seattle’s ama­teur porn contest.

In a moment of drunken one-up-manship, Ben sug­gests to Andrew that they should make a tape of the two of them having sex. It will be the greatest art pro­ject ever, he says, it will be “beyond gay.” Challenging his “artist” buddy to con­tribute to an art pro­ject is a sly form of dare, and Andrew can’t say no. Even in the sober light of day, the two of them can’t seem to back down. The best scenes are of Andrew trying to let Ben back out. “I know this scene isn’t really for you,” he says, which only gets Ben to dig in his heels.

Shelton has per­fectly cap­tured the com­pet­it­ive­ness of men, even modern sens­itive men. The subtle chem­istry between Ben and Andrew is a joy to watch, even at its most uncom­fort­able. Each man’s fears are driving this ridicu­lous battle of wills. Ben’s afraid he’s lost whatever edge he might have had in col­lege, and Andrew feels that his artist per­sona is really just a phony mask cov­ering up a much more reg­ular guy. The comedy is sharp, but for me it was the comedy of recognition.

It’s also bit­ter­sweet, as these two guys realize that their friend­ship, genuine as it is, has changed as their lives have changed. I hope this won’t spoil the ending, but the emo­tional release the two friends even­tu­ally achieve is more ful­filling than any “money shot” could ever be.

P.S. You might also enjoy Shelton’s last film, another smart explor­a­tion of male friend­ship called My Effortless Brilliance (review).

Official site of the film

8/10(8/10)

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