August 2009

Rough Cut (Yeong-hwa-neun yeong-hwa-da)

Rough Cut (Yeong-hwa-neun yeong-hwa-da) (Director: Jang Hun): The Korean title of the film trans­lates roughly as “A Movie is a Movie” and that cap­tures a bit of the fla­vour of this gangster/buddy movie set within another film shoot. Written by Korean master Kim Ki-Duk (dir­ector of 3-Iron), it’s essen­tially the story of two men: Soo-ta is an action movie star, playing tough gang­ster roles. Gang-pae is an actual gang­ster, who has often wished he was a movie star. Their lives come together unex­pec­tedly when yet another co-star quits Soo-ta’s latest film, annoyed that the star has failed to pull his punches in their fight scenes. Soo-ta remem­bers Gang-pae after the gang­ster had one of his henchman ask for an auto­graph. The movie star pro­poses that Gang-pae join the pro­duc­tion and the gang­ster agrees on the con­di­tion that they fight for real. It’s a macho show­down that neither man can resist.

And for most of the movie, it’s played for laughs, with the film’s dir­ector wor­riedly asking “Soo-ta, are you alright?” after each of Gang-pae’s punches con­nects and draws blood. We also see the gang­ster lose some of his ruth­less­ness, thanks to a female co-star who falls for him. But he seems to resist making him­self so vul­ner­able and repeatedly reverts to his old per­sona. Dreaming of another life seems futile to him, and working on the film is taking him away from important work he’s doing for his imprisoned boss, whose trial is upcoming. And that work isn’t pretty.

The final third of the film is breath­taking. There is a cli­mactic fight scene for the film-within-a-film that takes place on a muddy beach, and both actors hold nothing back. By the end of it, it’s dif­fi­cult to tell one man from the other, which seems to indicate that some sort of bond has formed. Instead, the last scene rein­forces in the most brutal way the dif­fer­ence between the gang­ster and the movie star.

In keeping with Korean film tra­di­tion, the melo­drama is amped up, including the schmaltzy guitar soundtrack. The female char­ac­ters aren’t really developed much, either. But the end result is still effective; you want these two guys to become friends, to learn from one another. You want there to be the pos­sib­ility of redemp­tion. The ending isn’t so much frus­trating and shocking (though it is both) as it is incred­ibly sad.

Rough Cut has been picked up for dis­tri­bu­tion in Canada by Evokative Films. Look for the­at­rical and DVD releases next spring.

7/10(7/10)

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Wholphin Issue 9

by James McNally on August 18, 2009

in DVD

Wholphin, Issue 9

Alerted by a tweet from Joseph Gordon-Levitt, I was happy to dis­cover that the upcoming Wholphin Issue 9 will fea­ture his dir­ect­orial debut, Sparks (review), which I thor­oughly enjoyed at this year’s Worldwide Short Film Fest. Two other films I saw at the fest are also fea­tured: the anim­ated Skhizein and the coming-of-age tale Jerrycan (review of both). I’m very much looking for­ward to revis­iting these three, as well as enjoying some of the other great films included.

There really is no better show­case for short film right now, in my opinion. Grab this issue when it comes out, or better yet, subscribe.

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Black

by James McNally on August 16, 2009

in After Dark,Film Festivals

Black

Black (Director: Pierre Laffargue): I was a little con­cerned when I saw that the Toronto After Dark Film Festival had pro­grammed two films with sim­ilar blax­ploit­a­tion styles (and even sim­ilar titles). After seeing the rol­licking Black Dynamite (review) a few nights ago, I wondered if any­thing could top that exper­i­ence for pure fun. The nice thing is that Black doesn’t really try to do the same things. I sus­pected that the film’s French origin would lead to a more stylish and less slap­stick film, and I was right.

French rapper MC Gab’1 is the essence of cool as the tit­ular Black, leader of a gang of bank rob­bers in Paris. But after a heist goes spec­tac­u­larly wrong, he’s receptive when his cousin calls from Dakar to offer him an irres­ist­ible job. A briefcase full of uncut dia­monds is being kept in a safety deposit box at the bank where his cousin works as a security guard, and Black is con­fident that he and his French pals can easily rob the unsoph­ist­ic­ated Senegalese and be back in Paris quickly. Of course, things don’t go exactly to plan.

Before he knows it, the plan is com­plic­ated by a cor­rupt banker, Russian mer­cen­aries, wrest­lers with machetes who can make them­selves invis­ible, and a man whose snake­like appear­ance hints at his true char­acter. Black ulti­mately meets his match though in Pamela, a woman as tough as she is beau­tiful. When they team up, it’s refreshing to see her take charge. By the end, the plot has taken us to some very strange places, and the pacing is a bit slow in spots, but it’s all gor­geous to look at. There is some dazzling camera work during some of the chase scenes through the streets of Dakar, and the opening set piece (an armored car rob­bery in Paris) is bril­liantly dir­ected, ratcheting up the ten­sion and making the res­ulting flight to Africa feel like an escape.

Adding to all the style is a fant­astic propulsive soundtrack of African artists like 70s Afro-jazz trum­peter Don Cherry, the inim­it­able Fela Kuti and modern inter­preters like Antibalas.

Official site of the film

Here is the Q&A with dir­ector Pierre Laffargue and pro­ducer Lauranne Bourrachot from after the screening:

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Duration: 19:17

Black opens at the AMC Yonge-Dundas on August 28th

7/10(7/10)

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Franklyn

Franklyn (Director: Gerald McMorrow): Featuring a fairly high-profile cast (Ryan Phillippe, Eva Green, Sam Riley), this film from first-time dir­ector Gerald McMorrow was making its North American premiere at Toronto After Dark, nearly a year after it premiered in London. Digging around a little on the IMDB site, I found that it’s done very little busi­ness the­at­ric­ally and will have a dif­fi­cult time recouping its $12 mil­lion budget. Now nor­mally I don’t care about such mat­ters, but in the case of Franklyn, it may be some­what instructive.

The film gradu­ally weaves together four sep­arate threads. Three of the char­ac­ters live in present-day London, while one (Phillippe) exists in a futur­istic steam­punk world called Meanwhile City. The trailer and mar­keting mater­ials lean heavily on the steam­punk angle to try to lure genre fans such as those who attend Toronto After Dark, but in reality, the steam­punk seg­ments, though beau­tiful to look at, are the least sat­is­fying parts of the film. The blame for this lies squarely at the feet of the casting dir­ector. Phillippe is simply dreadful in a role that by all rights should have gone to a British actor. Playing a masked vigil­ante atheist in a city where reli­gion is the law, Phillippe attempts action-hero stuff by fighting “clerics” and deliv­ering a pon­derous voiceover.

When the film cuts back to the other char­ac­ters, it feels like we’re in a com­pletely dif­ferent movie. Eva Green plays a sui­cidal artist whose bizarre video pro­jects seem to exist in the film only to show her in dif­ferent out­fits and with dif­ferent makeup. Sam Riley is a heart­broken young man whose child­hood ima­ginary friend sud­denly reappears. Bernard Hill plays a quietly reli­gious man looking for his son who has escaped from a mental asylum. Although I don’t want to spoil any­thing, I think you might be able to figure out where this is headed.

I’m not opposed to this sort of psy­cho­lo­gical thriller. In fact, just a few weeks ago I men­tioned Paperhouse (1988), another British film which sim­il­arly blended genres to come up with some­thing fresh. And I will give McMorrow credit for an inter­esting idea which he is able to tie together nicely by the ending. But for most of the run­ning time, audi­ences are likely to be con­fused, and for genre audi­ences like those at Toronto After Dark, I sus­pect most would have pre­ferred to watch a film that was com­pletely set in the steam­punk uni­verse. To make mat­ters worse, the casting of Ryan Phillippe was a huge mis­step; his line read­ings had me rolling my eyes very early in the film.

I sus­pect that this will head straight to DVD on this side of the pond, and it would make an inter­esting rental, but one can only hope that McMorrow will get another chance to do a genre-blending film the right way.

6/10(6/10)

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Black Dynamite

Black Dynamite (Director: Scott Sanders): I don’t think the pro­gram­mers of the Toronto After Dark Film Festival could have picked a more per­fect film for their Opening Night gala. A nearly-sold-out Bloor Cinema was rocking with laughter from prac­tic­ally the first frame of Scott Sanders and star/writer Michael Jai White’s affec­tionate spoof of 70s blax­ploit­a­tion movies.

The first thing I have to say is that Michael Jai White was a rev­el­a­tion. At 41 years of age and a well-muscled 240 pounds, he seems almost incap­able of the flying mar­tial arts kicks he reg­u­larly delivers to the dope dealers and pimps who pop­u­late the story. But not only can he whoop ass. His comic timing is per­fect as well, which isn’t that sur­prising when you con­sider that he’s the writer of the film. Director Sanders revealed in the post-screening Q&A that he and White had been working on the idea behind the film for many years, and they put together a cheap trailer using clips from old films mixed with their own dia­logue. The trailer was enough to get the film funded, even though they spent a sig­ni­ficant amount of the budget on licensing old footage from 70s shows like Charlie’s Angels and The Rookies.

The cruddy 70s look is essen­tial to main­taining the “grind­house” feel of the many cheaply-made films Black Dynamite is mocking. Sanders even goes so far as to include “mis­takes” like boom mikes intruding into the frame (an homage to Dolemite, he says) and hil­arious con­tinuity errors like a character’s tears dis­ap­pearing and reappearing between scenes. The audi­ence lapped it up, even when the plot’s ludicrous twists and turns brought Black Dynamite face to face with President Nixon, who seemed pretty handy with a set of nunchuks.

A film like this could easily have been fun but for­get­table. Gunplay, mar­tial arts, and the spot-on kitschy art dir­ec­tion keep our eyes amused, but for me the real cre­ativity was on dis­play in the writing. The many mem­or­able one-liners and hil­arious song lyrics give this tre­mendous repeat viewing poten­tial. Within the first ten minutes, I was already eager to bring my friends to see Black Dynamite.

Here is the Q&A with dir­ector Scott Sanders from after the screening:

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Duration: 14:23

8/10(8/10)

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