From the monthly archives:

August 2009

As always, here is a list of the films I’ve requested tickets for. Depending on how the ticket lot­tery goes, I could get any­where from none to all of these. New this year is a series of free screen­ings being held at Yonge-Dundas Square, mostly of con­cert films. Since I’m not working at the moment, I’ve expanded my list of films to 15 and will also try to catch some of the free screen­ings (marked with an asterisk).

What (and how many) are you plan­ning to see this year?

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L'affaire Farewell

L’affaire Farewell (Director: Christian Carion): It’s the early 1980s and KGB col­onel Serguei Grigoriev (Emir Kusturica) knows that the Soviet system isn’t working. He wants change, and so he decides to set events in motion that might sweep him away, but will benefit his teen­aged son. He makes con­tact with Pierre Froment (Guillaume Canet), a young French engineer working for an elec­tronics com­pany in Moscow. Froment is not a spy but his boss “does favours” for France’s internal intel­li­gence, and Grigoriev feels that Froment will be above sus­pi­cion. Over Froment’s ini­tial prot­est­a­tions, he begins passing him doc­u­ments which expose the KGB’s intimate know­ledge of the West’s mil­itary and intel­li­gence struc­tures. Froment reluct­antly passes these on when he travels back to France, and soon the two men are locked in an intimate and dan­gerous friendship.

Both men love their wives and chil­dren, but this love drives Grigoriev to take risks while Froment seeks to avoid them. As the inform­a­tion gets into the hands of more and more senior players, the danger grows. Newly-elected French pres­ident Miterrand passes the inform­a­tion to US pres­ident Reagan, hoping to paper over the men’s ideo­lo­gical dif­fer­ences. As Reagan and his CIA dir­ector Feeney (Willem Dafoe) begin to realize how much of their own intel­li­gence has been com­prom­ised, they are eager to find out who this Russian, code­named “Farewell” is.

The best thing about the film is that it is not a typ­ical guns-blazing action movie. We see both of these men with their wives and chil­dren, dealing with their own demons as they are forced to deceive and con­ceal for what they hope will be the greater good. For this reason, the ten­sion rises without any editing trickery or musical cues. We realize just how deep a trap Grigoriev and Froment have gotten them­selves into, and while the Russian has always seemed ready to pay the price, his accom­plice protests at every step, even while he con­tinues his work.

While there are no real sur­prises around the con­clu­sion of the whole affair, Carion keeps us riv­eted right to the very end. Helping immeas­ur­ably are the able per­form­ances of the two leads, espe­cially Kusturica, much better-known as a film dir­ector. Here he plays Grigoriev as a sort of Russian Depardieu, a bear-like man who also hap­pens to be a ded­ic­ated Francophile. Grigoriev was posted to Paris for five years and is always asking Froment to bring him back things from France: cham­pagne, cognac, records and poetry. It makes it all the more sad when he refuses Froment’s advice to defect with his family.

Carion has also recre­ated the time and place with incred­ible care. The old cars, the Stalinist archi­tec­ture, even the bootleg Queen cas­sette that Grigoriev’s son is always listening to; all con­tribute to the atmo­sphere of a country hoping for change but fearing the future. Adding to the film’s appeal is Carion’s decision to have dia­logue spoken in Russian, French, and English according to the char­acter. The pres­ence of both the French and American “Western” per­spect­ives also gives the film more depth than the typ­ical US vs USSR dynamic in many sim­ilar films. I sin­cerely hope this helps L’affaire Farewell break out of France and make some waves in the rest of the world, espe­cially in the North American market. This smart and well-acted film deserves a wide audience.

Official site of the film (French)

8/10(8/10)

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You Might As Well Live

You Might As Well Live (Director: Simon Ennis): When I first saw the “red band” trailer (embedded below), I have to admit I laughed out loud a few times, and so I was looking for­ward to seeing what prom­ised to be a more foul-mouthed (and dis­tinctly Canadian) ver­sion of Napoleon Dynamite. Sadly, the feature-length ver­sion was a little anemic on the laughs.

Josh Peace com­pletely inhabits the role of Robert Mutt, a depressed loser who fails at everything he tries, even sui­cide. But after two years in the local mental asylum, he’s made friends and become suc­cessful at stuff like air hockey and hotdog-eating con­tests, so he’s released as “cured.” But the com­munity still hates him, and his neigh­bour is even trying to pin a child porn charge on him. All Robert wants to do is “be a real some­body,” and inspired by myth­ical base­ball hero Clinton Manitoba (an unre­cog­niz­able Michael Madsen), he sets out to acquire the three things he needs: a girl, a bit of cash, and a cham­pi­on­ship ring. The rest of the plot involves all sorts of con­trived crazi­ness, including a roller-skating tranny, a fetish-loving TV weatherman, chem­ical cas­tra­tion, a bar mitzvah, and not one but two cata­tonic char­ac­ters. Like Napoleon Dynamite, the quirk­i­ness is amped up just a little too much for my liking, though Robert main­tains his sunny and inno­cent dis­pos­i­tion, which helps a bit.

The best part of the film for me was hearing so many put­downs that I haven’t heard since grade school: douchebag, pervo, dildo, jag-off. There is some­thing so juvenile in those that it brought a huge smile to my face everytime someone insulted Robert that way. It was also great to see Hamilton, Ontario being used as a loc­a­tion. That city’s gritty repu­ta­tion made it a great place for Robert to pursue his modest dreams among some pretty far-out char­ac­ters. The film is actu­ally more remin­is­cent of the Trailer Park Boys, but without the benefit of a tele­vi­sion season to “develop” the char­ac­ters and situ­ations more fully.

But even at a brisk 82 minutes, the film felt long to me. The rags to riches storyline is tired, which might have been for­giv­able if there were a few more laughs. Unfortunately quirky char­ac­ters in crazy situ­ations doesn’t always mean comedy gold. Someone still needs to write some jokes.

You Might As Well Live opens on Friday August 28th here in Toronto at the AMC Yonge-Dundas and at Canada Square. There is also a premiere screening at 7pm that night at the Bloor Cinema.

Official site of the film

6/10(6/10)

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Montréal World Film Festival 2009

Suddenly finding myself with a lot of time on my hands, I’ve decided this year to check out the Montréal World Film Festival. Now in its 33rd year, this main­stay of the Montréal film cal­endar is the voca­tion of Serge Losique. Each year, he cur­ates a col­lec­tion of auteur-driven films that will likely not find com­mer­cial suc­cess in North America. Because of its place in the cal­endar just before TIFF, that’s prob­ably a good strategy, and the fest­ival attracts a core of cinephiles who may find Toronto’s fest too celebrity-driven for their tastes. Best of all, this year, an all-you-can-watch pass­port is only $80!

Though the fest­ival kicks off tomorrow night and con­tinues until September 7th, I’ll only be there from Monday to Friday next week. Although that cuts down the pos­sib­il­ities sub­stan­tially, I’m looking for­ward to redis­cov­ering a won­derful city I haven’t vis­ited in more than 15 years. Here are a few of the films I’m def­in­itely trying to make time for:

Despite having a truly ter­rible web­site, the Montréal World Film Festival prom­ises lots of value and a chance to see films that won’t be at TIFF or per­haps any­where else on a large screen, and so I’m looking for­ward to checking it out. I’ll also be catching up with some friends while there, so dis­patches may be fre­quent or infre­quent, reviews or some­thing else entirely.

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Today the full schedule was announced and I picked up my TIFF pro­gramme book. There are way more films than I’ll be able to see, but here are a few more that I’m hoping not to miss:

Mr. Nobody

Mr. Nobody (Director: Jaco van Dormael): No recently announced film had me more excited than this one. Jaco van Dormael dir­ected the incred­ible Toto le héros (1991) but has taken a very long sab­bat­ical from film­making. This film, his first in 13 years, seems remin­is­cent of Toto, which makes me very happy indeed. Jared Leto plays Nemo, at 120 the oldest living man in the year 2092. He’s also the last mortal, since advances in stem-cell tech­no­logy means nobody has to die any­more. But Nemo is dying, and coming to terms with a life­time of memories, not all of which can be real. Or can they?

Official site of the film (French)

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Dogtooth (Kynodontas)

Dogtooth (Kynodontas) (Director: Giorgos Lanthimos): A family where the teen­aged chil­dren are not allowed to leave the house, are taught the wrong words for everything, and are sexu­ally “relieved” occa­sion­ally by one of their father’s employees? This sounds like a social exper­i­ment gone wild, and the reviews from Cannes were puzzled but pos­itive. It’s some kind of satire, prob­ably about the fear of sex as a corrupting/liberating force, but the stills I’ve seen (and that poster!) have me curious just to look at it. Note: The embedded trailer below is not work-safe. There is some brief nudity.

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Hiroshima

Hiroshima (Director: Pablo Stoll): From the co-director of Whisky (2004) comes a “(mostly) silent musical” about the director’s brother Juan, who is unable to com­mu­nicate except through his music. As lead singer of a band, Juan has oppor­tun­ities to express him­self, but without music, finds him­self cut off from the world and people around him. This prom­ises to be quite moving, since Stoll’s long­time co-director Juan Pablo Rebello took his own life in 2006 and the film is being talked about as a tribute of sorts to him. The descrip­tion doesn’t quite make clear whether Juan Stoll is acting or just playing him­self, which adds another layer of poignancy to the story.

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