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Wasted Orient

Wasted Orient (Director: Kevin Fritz, USA, 2006): I’d seen the trailer for this on dis­trib­utor Plexifilm’s site a few weeks ago and was really happy to be able to attend the film’s first Canadian screening. Joyside are a Chinese punk band based in Beijing and the film fol­lows them on their first tour. This being China, the band starts with a 15-hour train ride to Guangzhou in the south of the country, and the long journey gives them plenty of time to drink. Drinking seems to be the con­stant in the film, and one gets the impres­sion that any­thing more illicit than beer and gin may be simply out of their fin­an­cial reach. Despite their con­stant state of intox­ic­a­tion and their aver­sion to bathing, the band are actu­ally a like­able bunch of guys who are rel­at­ively pro­fi­cient musi­cians. They name-check, either in inter­views or by playing covers, many of the early punk bands and per­son­al­ities from New York: The Ramones, The Dead Boys, Johnny Thunders (It gives a whole new meaning to the phrase “Chinese Rock”). And these guys are punk in that early, prim­itive sense: they’re nihil­istic, but they’re not mean, or polit­ical. They just don’t see the point in pur­suing the lives their par­ents or polite society would prefer for them. In that sense, they’re not much dif­ferent from their idols. But, of course, this is China.

Other critics (mostly Americans, I sus­pect) have played up the “Communist” angle, with vari­ations on “Rockin’ in the Unfree World” and that sort of non­sense. The truth is that modern China may be more cap­it­alist than North America, and what Joyside is rejecting seems to be mater­i­alism and the appear­ance of suc­cess more than any­thing else.

The film is very raw, and one or two people in the small audi­ence (maybe 20 people) found it a bit too much and left. But I was riv­eted. Kevin Fritz has lived in China for sev­eral years, and got to know the band very well, so he has really cap­tured a level of intimacy that hardly seems pos­sible for an “out­sider.” The beer helps, though, as in scenes where he fea­tures each band member in a drunken one-on-one with the camera. A bit sur­pris­ingly, each comes across as touch­ingly earnest and even a bit maudlin.

Despite the end­less beer guzz­ling, the pissing and vomiting, the rude ges­tures and the poses of des­pair, these are just four young guys trying to make sense of their cir­cum­stances. It doesn’t hurt that they can rock out, too.

Official site for the film

7/10(7/10)

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Sometimes things catch me by sur­prise. For instance, I had no idea that Toronto’s North by Northeast music fest­ival (pat­terned after Austin’s South by Southwest) also has a film fest­ival com­ponent. The whole thing takes place this weekend, but tomorrow has two very prom­ising screen­ings that I’m going to try to get to.

A.J. Schnack’s film Kurt Cobain: About A Son has been get­ting rave reviews all over the place, and this might be the only oppor­tunity to see this film on a big screen for a while. The film fea­tures audio inter­views with Cobain recorded by writer Michael Azerrad for his bio­graphy Come As You Are, and Schnack has com­bined the audio with footage of Cobain’s three homet­owns in Washington state (Aberdeen, Olympia, and Seattle). It’s said to be powerful stuff. Watch an excerpt from the film here. You can catch it at 7:00 pm tomorrow at the Royal Cinema (608 College Street).

Wasted Orient will be a dif­ferent but no less mem­or­able exper­i­ence, if the trailer is any­thing to go by. Filmmaker Kevin Fritz fol­lows Chinese punk band Joyside around the country as they drink, vomit, play some music, and gen­er­ally des­pair over the Chinese music scene and life in gen­eral. It’s showing at 3:00pm tomorrow at the National Film Board Theatre (150 John Street).

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Circus School

Circus School (Directors: Dingding Ke and Jing Guo, China, 2006): The film­makers take us on a har­rowing journey inside the world of Chinese acrobats, and the pic­tures are not pretty. Trainers push chil­dren as young as 8 to repeat their moves over and over, des­pite injuries and emo­tional break­downs. This was a very inter­esting film because the film­makers were young Chinese, and I’m sure a film made by a Western crew would have fea­tured a lot of inter­views with the chil­dren and their par­ents. Here, we just see the training and the occa­sional tirade by the prin­cipal or one of the trainers. The looks on the faces of the chil­dren tell us everything they are feeling, though they hardly speak in the film.

Acrobatics in China goes back hun­dreds of years, and it appears that the training regime has changed little in that time. Repetition, even when the chil­dren are exhausted, is the norm, and when things don’t go right, it’s common for the trainer to hurl insults and abuse at the stu­dents. In turn, the trainers are the sub­ject of the same sort of attacks from the prin­cipal, as evid­enced in one long and uncom­fort­able scene involving the teacher of the Triple Handstand group.

A few of the acrobats stand out. Eight-year-old Xu Yu is just ador­able, even when the trapeze acrobats keep drop­ping her over and over. And Cai Ling, though 13, looks about 10, and struggles to keep his weight down even as he demon­strates his incred­ible tal­ents. To see these kids so clearly suf­fering is heart­breaking, and yet, when we see their final per­form­ances, it’s almost enough to make us forget the rest. Almost, but not quite.

I knew before seeing the film that there would be quite an outcry from some in the Western audi­ence. We’re not used to seeing such pres­sure put on kids. They were battered phys­ic­ally by the training and psy­cho­lo­gic­ally by their trainers. But the truth is that their fam­ilies all pay to send the kids to circus school, and for some of them, it’s their only chance at a career.

Here in North America, we’re really not all that much kinder to our kids some­times. I’ve seen films about com­pet­itive gym­nastics where the treat­ment is just the same, and quite a few hockey-playing kids here in Canada face incred­ible amounts of pres­sure and abuse from their parents.

That being said, the young film­makers did admit that they hope their film will help improve con­di­tions for the acrobats. It’s a micro­cosm of a huge dilemma for China, who wants to hold onto its tra­di­tions while at the same time mod­ern­izing and opening up to the rest of the world. In that sense, this will be a thought-provoking film for all audi­ences, both Western and Chinese.

Here is the Q&A with dir­ectors Dingding Ke and Jing Guo from after the screening:

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Duration: 15:33

8/10(8/10)

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Exiled

by James McNally on September 15, 2006

in Film Festivals,TIFF

Exiled (Fong juk)

Exiled (Fong juk) (Hong Kong/China, dir­ector Johnnie To): Among lovers of Hong Kong cinema, Johnnie To is legendary. He had three films showing in this year’s fest­ival (Election (2005) and Election 2 (2006) screened together, as well as this film) and this was my first exper­i­ence seeing one of his films. I’ll be seeking out some others. Exiled is an incred­ibly well-constructed film. It’s like a Swiss watch, with every scene pre­cisely set up and cho­reo­graphed and nothing wasted. To has cre­ated a self-contained world and set his char­ac­ters loose in it. Set just around the time of Macau’s rever­sion to the Chinese gov­ern­ment, it con­cerns a group of hit men who come together when their boss orders a hit on one of them. Two pairs of men arrive at the target’s new home. The first to warn him, the second to kill him. After a kin­etic set piece involving three shooters, pre­cisely 18 bul­lets, and the target’s wife and infant son, the group ends up helping still-alive Wo move fur­niture into his new place, before set­tling down to eat.

The mix­ture of action, comedy, and sen­ti­ment is prob­ably a staple of Hong Kong gang­ster films, but I found it fresh. The plot con­tinues when the assas­sins agree to give Wo some time to carry out one last job to make some cash for his soon to be wid­owed wife and orphaned child. Things don’t go as planned, how­ever, and the film bumps along from set piece to set piece until an inev­it­able but sat­is­fying end. Each cho­reo­graphed set piece is set up in such a way as to heighten the anti­cip­a­tion, and you almost don’t mind that none of these trained killers seems to be a very good shot. It’s enough that they’re all ludicrously macho, swilling scotch from the bottle and smoking as they fire bul­lets at each other.

Seeing this one on the big screen is a must, just for the sound. The musical score, by Canadian Guy Zerafa, veered between James Bond and spa­ghetti west­erns, with a bit of mournful har­monica thrown in. It worked per­fectly, as did the fact that the viewer can hear every single shell casing hit the ground throughout the film. Even the gun­shots them­selves seemed dif­ferent from those in American films, with less blast and more metallic sounds. It cer­tainly helped create atmo­sphere. While this and the cho­reo­graphed gun­play never let you forget you’re watching a cre­ated thing rather than any semb­lance of reality, that actu­ally made me more appre­ci­ative of the cre­ator. He’s cer­tainly cre­ated another Johnnie To fan.

Trailer

Official web site

8/10(8/10)

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They Chose China

They Chose China (Canada, 2005, Director: Shui-Bo Wang, 52 minutes): An utterly com­pel­ling look at a for­gotten group of US pris­oners of war who refused to be repat­ri­ated to the United States after the Korean War. At the time, these 20-odd sol­diers were branded “turn­coats and traitors” by red-baiting Senator Joseph McCarthy. In archival films, we see them making state­ments against Senator McCarthy and the cur­rent polit­ical cli­mate in America, and although many of these archival films seem to have been cre­ated for pro­pa­ganda reasons by the Chinese, the men claim that they were never mis­treated in the prisoner-of-war camps. In fact, we see them organ­izing games and sports, even an “Inter-Camp Olympics”! Of course, having these men stay in China was a huge pro­pa­ganda coup and they were quickly sent for “edu­ca­tion” on the his­tory of socialism and the Chinese Communist Party. Despite that, some stayed and even mar­ried in China. Gradually, most of the men returned to the United States, where they faced courts mar­tial and scorn from the media and public.

It was a strange and almost for­gotten episode in the Cold War and there is still a lot of ambi­guity about what really motiv­ated the men to stay. At the time, the American media spec­u­lated that they had been brain­washed (like in The Manchurian Candidate), but it didn’t appear that simple. It was just as clear that when the men returned home, the media used them in its own sort of pro­pa­ganda war. One man’s inter­view with Mike Wallace was painful to watch, as Wallace con­tinued to use the term “turn­coat and traitor” over and over again. They were very dif­ferent times.

The director’s voice over, in Chinese-accented English, was some­times a little dif­fi­cult to follow, but he did make clear that he con­sidered these men heroes for trying to build bridges between enemies, and I’d tend to agree with that sen­ti­ment, even with so many ques­tions left unanswered.

More inform­a­tion on the film from the National Film Board of Canada

8/10(8/10)

EYE Weekly: *** (out of 5) (review)

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