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Bomber

by James McNally on March 24, 2009

in Film Festivals, SXSW

Bomber

Bomber (Director: Paul Cotter): A well-edited trailer and an inter­esting premise drew me to this film, and I have to say up front that Bomber didn’t quite live up to expect­a­tions. It’s a film I wanted to like. Ross is an under­em­ployed art school graduate with an extremely pos­sessive girl­friend. To make things worse, he’s been dragged unwill­ingly along on a road trip with his par­ents. His father, Alistar, was a teenage bomber pilot for the Royal Air Force during the Second World War and wants to return to the small vil­lage in Germany he acci­dent­ally bombed in order to apo­lo­gize. Director Cotter used only three actors and seven crew, picking the rest of his cast from among the local townspeople. So far, so good. There is actu­ally a lot to like about Bomber: it’s beau­ti­fully shot in high-definition, there’s a won­derful soundtrack (espe­cially the songs by Sweden’s Marching Band), and the per­form­ances are gen­er­ally good. Where the film let me down was in its weak script. Hackneyed dia­logue and crude attempts at humour didn’t bother most of the audi­ence, but they did grate with this reviewer. The pacing could have been tightened up a bit too. The bits I enjoyed the most were actu­ally the dialogue-free shots of the family van driving through the Dutch and German land­scapes, accom­panied by the excel­lent soundtrack music. Unfortunately, those shots could very well have occurred in a car commercial.

Most frus­trating for me was the way son Ross pro­gresses from a total emo­tional melt­down in one scene, trying to attack his par­ents from out­side the van, to later giving them lec­tures filled with psy­chobabble like “you just have to express what you’re feeling.” Normally, com­edies are full of char­ac­ters this incon­sistent, but the problem is that Bomber isn’t strictly a comedy, and when it went for any sort of emo­tional payoff, I was unmoved because these char­ac­ters hadn’t really been developed beyond sketches.

I sus­pect that Cotter fell prey to the mis­con­cep­tion that he needed to be an auteur, both writing and dir­ecting his first fea­ture film. Though the idea ger­min­ated with him and his own family his­tory (and in fact he has also written a radio play called Dropping Bombs essen­tially cov­ering the same ground), I think the story would have been better served by bringing in a more exper­i­enced scriptwriter, who could have pol­ished Bomber into a much better film.

Page for the film on the director’s web site

Trailer

6/10(6/10)

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Cactus

by Jay Kerr on February 18, 2009

in Film Festivals

Cactus

Cactus (Director: Jasmine Yuen Carrucan): Questions abound in this low-budget road movie that takes place in the Australian out­back. John Kelly (Travis McMahon) is in des­perate need of some money so he takes a job which involves the kid­nap­ping of a pro­fes­sional gam­bler, Eli Jones (David Lyons). John must deliver Eli to someone in the middle of the out­back by fol­lowing metic­u­lous dir­ec­tions and instruc­tions. Along the way a policeman (Bryan Bell) becomes involved and things get more confusing.

Very little back story is revealed which makes the film exciting yet frus­trating. By the end of this journey your patience may wear thin. Like an episode of the TV show Lost, you’ll have more ques­tions than answers.

Cactus is Carrucan’s first outing as a writer and dir­ector. With little to no budget, she has made a decent film. It’s beau­ti­fully shot and the acting is com­petent. Unfortunately she left me in the out­back without a map and I’m still trying to figure out why the film is called Cactus.

Official site of the film

5/10(5/10)

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Bottle Rocket

by James McNally on December 4, 2008

in DVD

Bottle Rocket

Bottle Rocket (Director: Wes Anderson): I’ve seen Wes Anderson’s fea­ture debut three or maybe four times by now, but it’s a film I enjoy more and more with each viewing. My first exposure to Anderson was seeing Rushmore at the 1998 Toronto International Film Festival and it just knocked me out. When I sought out Bottle Rocket a few months later, I was under­whelmed. It was much more subtle than Rushmore, from the char­ac­ter­iz­a­tion to the art dir­ec­tion, but over the years my estim­a­tion of the film has risen con­sid­er­ably. Criterion’s recent release of the film on DVD gave me another oppor­tunity to eval­uate it, and it was great to see all of the Wes Anderson touches there, even at the begin­ning. Critics of Anderson’s work often point out that he hasn’t really changed much as a dir­ector, and that even with bigger budgets and larger canvases with which to work, he still ends up telling the same stories. Even as a huge fan of his work, I’d have to say that there’s a lot of truth in that cri­ti­cism, espe­cially after watching Bottle Rocket again.

The film begins with Anthony (Luke Wilson) being released from a mental hos­pital where he’d been treated for “exhaus­tion.” His friend Dignan (Owen Wilson) has come to “break him out,” not real­izing that the hos­pital is vol­un­tary, and that Anthony can leave any­time he wants. In the first of many examples, Anthony plays along with the ruse to make his friend feel better. Dignan is a hyper­active guy with big plans. Although he was fired from his land­scaping job with local entre­preneur and small­time hood Mr. Henry (James Caan), he’s eager to impress him and get his old job back. He recruits Anthony into his “gang” along with their rich friend Bob (Robert Musgrave), the only one who owns a car. The plan is to pull off a daring heist to impress Mr. Henry, thus gaining them entry into his crim­inal circle (which is fronted by his land­scaping busi­ness, the Lawn Wranglers).

Their metic­u­lously planned rob­bery, of a book­store(!), goes well enough, but their plan calls for them to go “on the lam” so they drive out to the middle of nowhere to hide out in a motel. This middle sec­tion of the film is par­tic­u­larly charming, as Anthony falls com­pletely head over heels for Inez, a Paraguayan house­keeper at the motel, in spite of the fact that she speaks no English and he can’t speak Spanish. Anthony seems so des­perate to make a con­nec­tion out­side of his social class that this should feel creepy, but thanks to Luke Wilson’s win­ning per­form­ance, it actu­ally man­ages to feel romantic. A family situ­ation res­ults in Bob taking off in the middle of the night with his car, leading to one of the film’s most mem­or­able lines, from Dignan: “Bob’s gone. He stole his car!” The now-carless gang (Anthony and Dignan) try to keep their flight from the law going, but it soon turns sour and they end up returning home sep­ar­ately. Weeks go by, until Dignan turns up to invite Anthony (and more reluct­antly, Bob) into a big score with Mr. Henry’s gang.

I won’t say any­more but I was delighted to dis­cover that the film seems just as fresh as it did the first time I saw it, almost ten years ago now. I love Anderson’s by now trade­mark use of single-minded and eccentric prot­ag­on­ists, as well as his tend­ency to por­tray multi-cultural and multi-generational friend­ships. It’s a joy to see the debut of Owen Wilson, playing one of the more mem­or­able char­ac­ters in recent American cinema, and to see him acting with both of his brothers (older brother Andrew plays Bob’s bul­lying older brother, whom they oddly call “Future Man”.) The film has that feeling of being made by a small group of friends, or in this case, a family.

The only thing I was left won­dering was what happened to Robert Musgrave, whose per­form­ance as Bob was excel­lent. In the “making of” included on the DVD, he appears wistful as he revisits some of the loc­a­tions, some now torn down. I wonder if he ever feels like he was the only one left behind as the other players went on to for­tune and fame, while his career has con­sisted of playing bit parts. Speaking of the “making of”, it was filmed in Spring 2008 and Luke Wilson doesn’t look good at all. Overweight and tired-looking, he really doesn’t come across as the man whom pro­ducer James L. Brooks insisted had to “deliver the romance.” I sin­cerely hope he’s okay.

Other treas­ures on this 2-disc set I’ve yet to explore include a com­mentary track with Wes Anderson and Owen Wilson, who wrote the film together, and the ori­ginal 13-minute black and white short, made in 1992, on which the fea­ture was based.

Note: This film always reminds me of another indie film that came out around the same time about a group of hap­less wan­nabe crooks. Palookaville (1995), dir­ected by Alan Taylor, and star­ring Vincent Gallo, William Forsythe and Adam Trese was another enjoy­able and eccentric film about a gang of lov­able losers who really weren’t cut out for the crim­inal life­style. I always wonder about the timing of these two films, and why dir­ector Alan Taylor never went on to any measure of cine­matic suc­cess (though he has had a lot of suc­cess as a tele­vi­sion dir­ector, win­ning an Emmy and working on acclaimed shows such as Mad Men, Lost, The Sopranos and Sex and the City). It’s a good little film and is under­ap­pre­ci­ated, I think. Try Bottle Rocket and Palookaville as a double fea­ture sometime.

Buy Bottle Rocket from Amazon.com

9/10(9/10)

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Viva Cuba

Viva Cuba (Director: Juan Carlos Cremata Malberti, Cuba, 2005): Viva Cuba is a charming fairytale/road movie that sub­merges its polit­ical mes­sage in a very per­sonal story of friend­ship and love. Jorgito and his tomboy friend Malu are on the cusp of adoles­cence, and their close friend­ship seems about to morph into some­thing at once more ser­ious and more fright­ening. It’s evident from the way they can be holding hands one minute and arguing viol­ently the next. To make things worse, their fam­ilies detest each other. Malu lives with her mother, a bitter woman whose family used to wield influ­ence in the days before Castro’s revolu­tion. Jorgito’s par­ents have moved to Havana from the coun­tryside and are firm sup­porters of the gov­ern­ment. Each mother admon­ishes her child for playing with an unsuit­able play­mate, but that only drives the pair closer together.

This Romeo and Juliet story really takes off when Malu’s mother decides to leave Cuba forever, to join her boy­friend in what we assume is America. In order to get per­mis­sion to leave the country with Malu, she must get her estranged ex-husband to sign an exit author­iz­a­tion. Knowing this, Malu and Jorgito hatch a plan to appeal to his paternal love (or guilt) by trav­eling in person to see him. The problem is that Malu hasn’t seen her father since she was six, because he works as a light­house keeper at the other end of the country.

The two young prot­ag­on­ists hit the road by train, bus, and oxcart to reach their des­tin­a­tion, but their con­stant squab­bling threatens to ruin the plan. In the mean­time, their wor­ried fam­ilies have seem­ingly recon­ciled in the des­perate search for their missing children.

First and fore­most, this is a beautifully-shot film, and the use of colour is often striking. The polit­ical mes­sage, such as it is, seems to ignore Castro com­pletely; instead, it’s a shame­lessly pro-Cuba film, high­lighting both the island’s nat­ural beauty as well as the fierce pride of its people in their cul­tural insti­tu­tions. It’s not sur­prising that music plays a big part in the film.

It’s unclear whether the dir­ector was attempting to make a film aimed solely at chil­dren. There is cer­tainly a sense of naïveté in the dia­logue and the basic struc­ture of the film, and there is never any real danger to these two kids on the run, but the ending seemed par­tic­u­larly grown-up and ambiguous, and made me ree­valuate my ini­tial impres­sions. Some critics have seen the film as an allegory depicting two sides to modern Cuban cul­ture, but I don’t believe the inten­tion was that obvious. I think the film gains res­on­ance from refusing to be overt about its polit­ical opin­ions. Instead, it leaves the viewer to untangle his sym­pathies from the inter­sec­tion of con­flicting desires in a country that is chan­ging, just not fast enough for some.

Note: Film Movement fea­tured this film as their Year 5 Film 5.

8/10(8/10)

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The Puffy Chair

by James McNally on April 17, 2007 · 1 comment

in DVD

The Puffy Chair

The Puffy Chair (Director: Jay Duplass, USA, 2005): The Puffy Chair was the recip­ient of sig­ni­ficant buzz after it won the Audience Award at the South by Southwest film fest­ival in 2005, and the fact that a film made for $15,000 can even get released on DVD is pretty impressive, so I was curious to see what all the fuss was about.

Created by the Duplass Brothers (Jay dir­ects, while brother Mark plays the lead), the film is a road movie that traces the deteri­or­a­tion of twenty-something slacker couple Josh and Emily’s rela­tion­ship. Josh has pur­chased the tit­ular chair on eBay as a gift for his father’s upcoming birthday, and the plan is for him to drive from New York to his par­ents’ home in Atlanta, picking up the chair along the way. Circumstances con­spire such that not only does Emily end up coming along, but Josh’s even-more-aimless and psychobabble-spouting brother Rhett joins them as well. The comedy is of the Curb Your Enthusiasm variety, with situ­ations spiralling out of con­trol for no good reason except one char­acter or another’s refusal to back down or admit their mis­take. I happen to love this kind of uncom­fort­able humour, and a scene near the begin­ning where Josh tries to rent a motel room for the group while pre­tending to be just one person is hilarious.

Other reviewers have pointed to the film’s strength in doc­u­menting the dam­aged rela­tion­ship between Josh and Emily, and while I can agree intel­lec­tu­ally, I guess I’m a little too far removed from my twen­ties to really feel it so strongly. Both of them are pretty manip­u­lative and imma­ture, and it took a while for me to warm to them. As film char­ac­ters, I didn’t mind spending 90 minutes with them, but I’d really hate to have real friends like this. (Sorry, hipsters).

Technically, the film was as good as it could be based on the min­is­cule budget. I did find the incessant small zooms dis­tracting, as well as the fre­quent loss of focus. But the script wasn’t bad, and some of the situ­ations were genu­inely funny. The chem­istry between the actors was good as well, and by the end, des­pite what I said above, I was really hoping that somehow Josh and Emily could sal­vage things and maybe learn some­thing from their strange journey. The film’s abrupt ending made me realize that I cared about these screwups more than I thought.

Official site for the film

7/10(7/10)

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