Hot Docs

Hot Docs Canadian International Documentary Film Festival (April 26-May 6, 2012)

It’s hard to believe, but I will be attending my ninth Hot Docs this year. My favourite film fest­ival cel­eb­rates its 19th edi­tion from April 26th through May 6th with an abund­ance of new energy. From a new pro­gram­ming dir­ector (Charlotte Cook) to a newly-reopened show­case Bloor Cinema, this year’s fest­ival prom­ises to sat­isfy and even exceed Toronto doc­u­mentary fans’ high expectations.

Here are a few films on my per­sonal radar. If I’ve been able to see the film ahead of the fest­ival, I’ll provide a cap­sule review. Otherwise, I’ll just tell you why I’m inter­ested in seeing it.

Look for a few more of these in the weeks to come, along with full reviews from me and the “Doc Brothers,” Jay and Drew Kerr.

Scarlet Road

Scarlet Road (Director: Catherine Scott)

It’s a ter­rible and prob­ably offensive ste­reo­type, sure, but Rachel Wotton really is a “hooker with a heart of gold.” This Australian sex worker spe­cial­izes in working with dis­abled cli­ents, believing that everyone has a right to express their sexu­ality. The film spends a bit too much time fol­lowing Rachel around as she attends con­fer­ences and protests, but does manage to provide some great insights into the sex lives of people who are too often mar­gin­al­ized. More time spent inter­viewing both the cli­ents and Rachel would have been enlight­ening, since the film raises all kinds of issues around both the dig­nity of sex work and of living a full human exist­ence, no matter what society thinks.

Finding Truelove

Finding Truelove (Director: Sam Kuhn)

A group of twentyso­mething hip­ster friends in Portland buy an old year­book and become obsessed with the gradu­ating class. When they realize the class will cel­eb­rate their 20 year reunion, they buy tickets online and set out on a road trip. This “oh-so-ironic” homage to the ‘90s falls flat as the gang try so des­per­ately to have “cool” exper­i­ences with 40-year-olds whose per­sonas they have cre­ated in their fantasies. They get a comeup­pance of sorts, but the whole adven­ture is not par­tic­u­larly sat­is­fying to anyone.

Off Label

Off Label (Directors: Donal Mosher and Michael Palmieri)

Directed by the team behind the deeply per­sonal October Country (2009) (review), this film takes on the epi­demic of pre­scrip­tion drug use among Americans, espe­cially “off label” use, where the drug is taken for reasons other than the med­ic­ally indic­ated pur­pose. I am curious to see how film­makers who seem to approach their work from such a deeply humane and impres­sion­istic per­spective take on sub­ject matter usu­ally covered in a more “issue doc” fashion.

Tchoupitoulas

Tchoupitoulas (Directors: Turner Ross and Bill Ross)

The brothers Ross pre­vi­ously made 45635, a gor­geously med­it­ative look at their own hometown of Sidney, Ohio. Here they turn their atten­tion to New Orleans, fol­lowing a group of three teen boys as they sneak out one night to dis­cover the city and its music.

¡Vivan las antipodas!

¡Vivan las anti­podas! (Director: Victor Kossakovsky)

An anthro­po­lo­gical reflec­tion, sim­ilar to films like Life in a Day or even Babies, Kossakovsky’s doc­u­mentary takes the idea of “anti­podes” (geo­graph­ical points on opposite sides of the globe) as its starting point. Contrasting ways of life in 8 dif­ferent places (4 pairs of anti­podes), his camera lingers and even flips to reveal the many facets of life on this planet.

Meanwhile in Mamelodi

Meanwhile in Mamelodi (Director: Benjamin Kahlmeyer)

Shot in the Mamelodi town­ship during the 2010 FIFA World Cup in South Africa, this film exam­ines the foot­ball phe­nomenon from the per­spective of those just out­side of the big party. The euphoria that greeted the begin­ning of the tour­na­ment (and the South African team’s better-than-expected per­form­ance) gradu­ally gives way to a more real­istic pic­ture of their chances, both in the sporting arena and more personally.

Stay tuned for more pre­views as the fest­ival approaches. And visit the Hot Docs box office at 783 Bathurst (or online) to get your tickets.

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Conan O'Brien Can't Stop
Conan O’Brien Can’t Stop screens across the country at select Cineplex theatres for one night only — Thursday July 7, 2011 — and opens for a lim­ited the­at­rical run in Toronto and Vancouver on Friday July 8, 2011. More inform­a­tion from the film’s Canadian dis­trib­utor, FilmsWeLike.

Conan O’Brien Can’t Stop (Director: Rodman Flender): I haven’t watched late-night tele­vi­sion with any con­sist­ency since the 70s, when I would tune into The Tonight Show to see Johnny Carson, but even I knew about the recent trav­ails of Conan O’Brien. Brought in to replace Jay Leno as host of NBC’s The Tonight Show in June 2009, he was gone just seven months later, a result of some epic bungling on the part of the network’s exec­ut­ives. Leno’s prime­time show was doing poorly in the rat­ings and the net­work decided to push his show later, to 11:35pm, with Conan’s show pushed to 12:05am. The Tonight Show would actu­ally be airing tomorrow, in reality if not in name, and Conan was unhappy with the plan. In January 2010, he reached a deal to leave NBC, returning Leno as host of The Tonight Show. In exchange for a $45 mil­lion set­tle­ment, Conan was leg­ally pro­hib­ited from appearing on tele­vi­sion until September 2010. Boredom and anger at the network’s hand­ling of the situ­ation led to inspir­a­tion, and soon he and his staffers were working on plans for the Legally Prohibited from Being Funny on Television Tour, a 30-city tour across the US and Canada which would put him in front of the many fans who had sup­ported him during his dis­pute with Leno and NBC.

Even before the tour kicked off, he’d lined up his next gig, as host of his own latenight show (Conan) with the TBS Network, and it wasn’t like he needed the money, so why take things on the road for the first time in his life? Flender’s doc shows us all we need to know. What’s not per­haps obvious is that Conan’s depar­ture from NBC put a lot of people out of work. He had his own writers and his own band, plus various assist­ants and other sup­port staff. While he got a gen­erous set­tle­ment, he wanted to keep his friends employed, and although not dis­cussed in the film, he took none of the pro­ceeds from the tour him­self, pre­fer­ring to pay his staff. As well, the tour gave him a chance to work out some of his anger and bit­ter­ness toward the net­work, and as a result the comedy, while likely not his fun­niest work, is some of the most personal.

The title of the film also reveals a lot. For a born enter­tainer like O’Brien, it’s impossible to simply “switch off” as a result of some legal agree­ment with a former employer. He’s a guy with a patho­lo­gical need to enter­tain, and the tour wasn’t just cath­artic, but thera­peutic in many dif­ferent ways. That doesn’t mean to say it was neces­sarily a well-advised move. By the latter stages, Conan’s clearly run­ning on fumes. He’s 47 years old and a road newbie, and the pan­cake makeup can only hide the exhaus­tion for a few hours at a time. Onstage, he gives everything, but as he slumps off more and more drained after each stop on the tour, the strain begins to show. Although unfail­ingly polite to fans, he begins to chafe at all the meet-and-greets and back­stage visits that inev­it­ably go with the rock star life­style. By the time the tour stops at the Bonnaroo music fest­ival in Tennessee, he’s fried. When the organ­izers tell him he’s been sched­uled to intro­duce each musical act in addi­tion to per­forming his own show, he crumples, but then he gets on with it. Although we def­in­itely see the fra­gile, whiny, needy side of Conan, he keeps it between him­self and his staff. And it’s also nice to see that even after 25 years in show busi­ness, his con­fid­ence is still fra­gile when per­forming new material.

Conan O’Brien Can’t Stop shows us a side of the man that we don’t get to see on tele­vi­sion. At per­haps the most vul­ner­able time in his pro­fes­sional career, he lets a film crew follow him around the country as he per­forms every night without a net. In his incred­ibly rare and pre­cious moments with his wife and young chil­dren, he lets us in. When he’s having a blast and killing the crowds, we’re there, but we’re also there when he slumps off­stage and bitches at his long­suf­fering assistant Sona (who really comes across as the heroine of the entire film). Flender’s film, though not cine­mat­ic­ally ground­breaking, achieves a level of intimacy with the man that allows us to see a fully-fledged human being rather than just a wise­cracking comedian. And did I men­tion that it’s quite often hilarious?

As a fellow member of the Irish Fraternity of the Ginger Cowlick(™?), I’ve always looked up to Conan O’Brien as my much taller, much more tal­ented, and much more extra­verted twin brother. After seeing this film, I’d be proud to count him as a member of my family, for real.

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Sean Farnel at the Hot Docs 2009 press conference

After six years at the helm, Hot Docs Director of Programming Sean Farnel is moving on. In an elo­quent blog post, he reveals that he’s not sure what’s next:

I embrace the notion of having some room to roam, to being a pro­fes­sional omni­vore, a free agent, and at some point to taking your calls to per­suade me to settle down.

Sean has been someone who has been tre­mend­ously influ­en­tial and helpful to me in my own “career” in film. Through him, I was able to con­tribute to two Hot Docs fest­ivals as a pro­gram­ming con­sultant, and he’s always been willing to make time for me when I needed advice, or simply to talk docs. And knowing how much of a hockey fan he is, it’s also been tre­mend­ously grat­i­fying to be involved in a playoff hockey pool with him for the past two years (and thrashing him thor­oughly this time around!).

I have no doubt that Sean will con­tinue to con­tribute to the doc­u­mentary film com­munity, and I hope you’ll join me in wishing him per­sonal and pro­fes­sional suc­cess with whatever he chooses to do next.

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Love Shines

Love Shines (Director: Doug Arrowsmith): Love Shines is a first-rate, in-depth por­trait of acclaimed Toronto singer-songwriter Ron Sexsmith. Director Arrowsmith, a hard­core Sexsmith devotee, avoids turning his film into a fanboy gush­fest; instead, he unabashedly presents the singer with all of his flaws nakedly on dis­play. Sexsmith is a pain­fully insecure and intro­verted indi­vidual – your classic “tor­tured artist”, as it were – and it’s sur­prising how much access into his life he gives Arrowsmith, in whom he clearly put a great deal of trust. Shot over the course of seven years, the doc­u­mentary was ori­gin­ally con­ceived to stop filming after Sexsmith’s then career high of head­lining at Toronto’s famed Massey Hall, back in 2006. Instead, Arrowsmith kept shooting, which presented the oppor­tunity to chron­icle the recording of Sexsmith’s twelfth album, Long Player Late Bloomer. Those recording ses­sions, which provide some intriguing insight into Sexsmith’s cre­ative pro­cess, are the centrepiece of Love Shines, and the film is sig­ni­fic­antly better because of it.

Sexsmith, for those unfa­miliar with his career (and I counted myself in that group before watching the doc­u­mentary), has been a per­en­nial critics’ favourite since his debut solo album came out in 1995 (he released an album four years prior as a member of Toronto indie band The Uncool). Peers such as Elvis Costello, Steve Earle, Leslie Feist, and Daniel Lanois have been singing his praises for years and do so throughout the film. In fact, Costello, one of Sexsmith’s biggest cham­pions, equates his skill for cre­ating melodies to that of Paul McCartney. Despite the accol­ades, Sexsmith still sells a paltry number of albums, which is a con­stant source of angst for him. The ongoing struggle with main­taining artistic integ­rity while seeking main­stream suc­cess informs much of the nar­rative in Love Shines, leading to the enlist­ment of mega-producer Bob Rock to oversee the recording of Long Player Late Bloomer. Rock is primarily known as a hard rock/metal pro­ducer, based on his earlier work on a number of hugely suc­cessful albums from the likes of Bon Jovi, Motley Crue, and The Cult. Most not­ably, he was Metallica’s exclusive pro­ducer for 12 years and is more than used to working with an artist and having their every move filmed, as was the case for the fant­astic doc on the band, Some Kind Of Monster. In recent years, he’s diver­si­fied his scope to include acts such as Nina Gordon, The Tragically Hip, and Michael Bublé. Sexsmith hopes the pairing will raise his pro­file via the pure name recog­ni­tion that the pro­ducer brings, as well as increase album sales by way of the more com­mer­cially pal­at­able and highly pol­ished sound that Rock gets from the artists he works with. A stellar group of vet­eran musi­cians is brought on board to play on the album, including drummer Josh Freese (Nine Inch Nails, A Perfect Circle), gui­tarist Rusty Anderson (Paul McCartney), bassist Paul Bushnell (Elton John, Sugarland), and key­boardist Jamie Edwards (Aimee Mann).

Periodic and intro­spective glimpses back into Sexsmith’s upbringing reveal a shy young­ster who struggled with his con­fid­ence and endured abuse from bul­lies while growing up in St. Catharines, Ontario, even­tu­ally becoming a father at age 19 after get­ting his girl­friend preg­nant at the same moment he lost his vir­ginity. Certain mile­stones from Sexsmith’s career are shown, including a home movie scene where we see his par­ents, watching the 2002 Juno Awards on their home tele­vi­sion, become ecstatic over his win for Songwriter of the Year. In it, his mother is seen excitedly taking pic­tures of the TV screen as her son wins the award, appar­ently unclear of how a VCR works. It’s one of the fun­niest (and sweetest) moments in the film. “Funny” is not exactly a word anyone would asso­ciate with Sexsmith him­self. In his inter­views with Arrowsmith, he comes across as a fra­gile, depressed, and lacking con­fid­ence, which reminded me of a line from Bruce Springsteen’s “Better Days”: “It’s a sad man, my friend, who’s livin’ in his own skin and can’t stand the com­pany.” Most of the theatre audi­ence stuck around for the post-screening Q&A ses­sion with Sexsmith and Arrowsmith, and I must say I felt down­right hor­rible that I had to leave about halfway through to catch my last Hot Docs screening uptown. As I con­spicu­ously des­cended the stairs and walked across the front of the theatre, past the singer to the exit, I couldn’t help but worry that Sexsmith was tap­ping into his ever-present insec­ur­ities and won­dering why someone wasn’t inter­ested in hearing what he had to say. Does that make me nar­ciss­istic or empathetic?

Early indic­a­tions (it came out in March) indicate that Long Player Late Bloomer won’t propel Sexsmith to sig­ni­fic­antly new heights of com­mer­cial suc­cess. The album actu­ally turned out to be a hard sell to pro­spective music labels, with some iron­ic­ally rejecting it as being too main­stream. Still, it should improve on the sales num­bers from his last sev­eral albums and this film (which is now airing on HBO Canada) should help him find a new audi­ence. Whether it’s the excel­lent music, fin­an­cial struggles that one wouldn’t expect a “name” musi­cian to face, the strange dicho­tomy of a guy who hates the spot­light but per­forms in it for a living, or just the fact that Sexsmith makes for a great underdog story, non-fans will find plenty in Love Shines to hold their interest.

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Superheroes

Superheroes (Director: Michael Barnett): Superheroes do exist, even if they come up a little light in the “super” depart­ment (by way of an obvious lack of super­powers). My first exposure to real life super­heroes (referred to as “RLSH”) was a fas­cin­ating 2008 art­icle in Rolling Stone magazine that took a look inside the sub­cul­ture, which is estim­ated to com­prise 700 indi­viduals world­wide who dress up in cos­tumes and attempt to effect some manner of pos­itive change in their com­munities. Director Michael Barnett turns his camera on the sub­ject in Superheroes, zeroing in on dif­ferent pockets of RLSH in a number of major American cities.

Master Legend, with his pudgy frame packed into a tight silver and black cos­tume partly made up of spray painted pro­tective hockey equip­ment and base­ball catcher shin guards, heads up the Orlando, Florida chapter of the Team Justice net­work. He was prom­in­ently fea­tured in the Rolling Stone piece and gets plenty of camera time here as well, due to his col­ourful per­son­ality, including an occa­sional holy roller speech, pro­clam­a­tions that he actu­ally pos­sesses super powers, fre­quent stops for beer breaks, and a habit of trying to pick up women (all while dressed in his cos­tume). It’s a reality TV series waiting to happen. Mr. Extreme, from San Diego, also has a most unsuperhero-like physique and draws inspir­a­tion partly from the Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers, who he seems to have a fas­cin­a­tion with on a level that just isn’t healthy for a grown man. Zimmer, a gay RLSH from Brooklyn, refuses to wear a mask, equating it with someone who is trapped in the closet. The unima­gin­at­ively named Super Hero, from Florida, takes a little too much pride in his sweet crime fighting ride, a flashy red Corvette Stingray. New York City’s Life takes his cos­tume cues from The Green Hornet and his moral code from a Hasidic Jewish upbringing that instilled strong altru­istic values. These are just a few of the numerous RLSH we meet during the film.

Make no mis­take, these people take what they’re doing very ser­i­ously, even if there’s an unavoid­able comedic ele­ment to adults patrolling big city streets while wearing cos­tumes, some of which are, shall we say, of a highly ama­teurish nature; I believe I saw duct tape on one cos­tume and the outfit of a RLSH named The Vigilante Spider looked like some­thing straight out of a grade school play. The common thread is that all of these people are pas­sionate about trying to make a dif­fer­ence in the world, des­pite the per­sonal risks of bodily harm, social ridicule, and some fin­an­cial burden. Mr. Extreme even moves out of the dumpy rented house he inhabits and into his van, just so he can put more money into his cause, which includes offering rewards out of his own pocket for tips that lead to solving crimes. This begs the ques­tion: are these people of sound mind? Clinical psy­cho­lo­gist Robin Rosenberg, an expert on the psy­cho­logy of super­heroes, provides helpful insight into the topic from time to time throughout the film. Also inter­viewed is super­hero creator-icon Stan Lee, who admires the RLSH chutzpah, but wor­ries about their safety.

Where the film fal­ters is in its lack of action and inter­esting scen­arios where the RLSH do, in fact, fight actual crime. We see one stand up to an intim­id­ating drug dealer ped­dling his wares out in the open in a park, while another New York col­lective of RLSH takes a few more risks. On dif­ferent occa­sions we see them car­rying out “bait patrol” oper­a­tions, which entail having one of their female mem­bers dress up in pro­voc­ative clothing and walk the street, trying to lure poten­tial crim­inals into com­mit­ting a sexual assault. Alternately, they dress Zimmer up in a flam­boyant outfit in hopes of attracting a poten­tial gay basher. The rest of the group is always close by to provide quick backup. It’s an eth­ic­ally dubious way of “fighting crime” and, as a police lieu­tenant informs us, bor­ders on entrap­ment. The most excite­ment we get is watching the group take the keys from a drunk driver who is seen sideswiping other parked vehicles (they assure him they’ll mail them back the next day). They also come to the rescue of a man who gets his foot run over by a passing car. Not exactly edge-of-your-seat adven­ture, is it?

So it turns out that the most sig­ni­ficant impact these people make is simply by being Good Samaritans and doing char­it­able things like handing out care pack­ages to the home­less, and organ­izing Christmas toy drives for under­priv­ileged kids. It may not be flashy (other than the cos­tumes they wear), but it’s still highly admir­able and more than most of us can say we do to help our fellow man.

Superheroes will be airing on HBO this summer and receiving a the­at­rical release later this year.

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