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Over the Hills and Far Away

Over the Hills and Far Away (The Horse Boy) (Director: Michal Orion Scott): I was happy to see this film while in Austin for the South by Southwest Film Festival because the family it’s about live in the hill country just out­side of Austin, and my com­panion at the screening actu­ally worked as the father’s mas­seuse for a while. The film had also just won the Lone Star States award for the best Texas film that day and the crowd was buzzing in anticipation.

We’re intro­duced at the begin­ning of the film to Rupert Isaacson and Kristin Neff, a couple seem­ingly blessed by the gods of genetics, as they meet and fall in love while both are trav­eling through India. Then we learn that these two very attractive and intel­li­gent people have had a child and that some­thing is ter­ribly amiss. Rowan, at the tender age of two, is dia­gnosed with autism. It helps to explain, but does nothing to relieve the ter­rible tan­trums and dis­tant beha­viour his par­ents have endured. Lots of home movies com­mu­nicate very quickly the tedium that their lives have become, man­aging this beau­tiful but mys­ter­ious little boy. Then Rupert, a former horse-trainer, noticed some­thing. Rowan seemed to have a spe­cial bond with the horses on their farm, and while mounted on a horse, the tan­trums almost magic­ally dis­ap­peared. Magic, as it turns out, is central to this story. Rupert is also a human-rights worker and journ­alist who has studied indi­genous cul­tures in Africa and Asia, and he has a spe­cial interest in sham­anic healing. He puts the pieces together and decides to take his wife and son on a healing journey to Mongolia, home of the reclusive Reindeer People, the Dukha, who are renowned as the best sham­anic healers in a land of avid horsemen.

I should men­tion that by this point, Rowan had seen many tra­di­tional med­ical pro­fes­sionals and was on an onerous regime of med­ic­a­tions that didn’t seem to be helping all that much. Although Kristin, her­self a psy­cho­lo­gist, ini­tially res­isted the idea, even­tu­ally she decided to sup­port the trip, even if it only turned out to be an adven­ture for the family. Rupert is more con­fident than that, and enlists a film crew to doc­u­ment the whole thing. In the Q&A which fol­lowed the screening, dir­ector Michal Orion Scott said he couldn’t resist the idea, espe­cially because he thought the sham­anic healing prob­ably wouldn’t work.

The res­ulting film is an inter­esting com­bin­a­tion of stun­ning travelogue, family por­trait, and talking head doc about autism. The talking heads are a sore point for me, actu­ally. Esteemed autism experts from Temple Grandin (her­self aut­istic) to Dr. Simon Baron-Cohen weigh in on the con­di­tion, with various opin­ions. The only con­sensus seems to be that we don’t yet really under­stand all of autism’s dimen­sions. By con­trast, the Mongolian healers seem to treat young Rowan as if he’s demon-possessed. They speak of evil spirits, and sug­gest that a female rel­ative on Kristin’s side of the family is still tor­menting the boy. Perhaps the dir­ector is sig­naling his own uneas­i­ness with Rupert’s utter belief in the power of these shamans, but it ends up making the film feel a bit muddled.

I won’t spoil the ending of the film, but I will say that Rupert gambles just about everything on this trip. Not only is there a doc­u­mentary film, but he’s written a book (The Horse Boy) and started a found­a­tion and therapy centre for aut­istic chil­dren where they can work with horses (The Horse Boy Foundation).

Another of my issues with the film is the amount of pro­jec­tion going on. Especially con­sid­ering that Rowan’s mother is a psy­cho­lo­gist, I was amazed that the family seems to make huge leaps in logic when it con­cerns Rowan’s “bond” with animals, with the animals’ power to heal, and ulti­mately with the wisdom of indi­genous shamans. My reser­va­tions were some­what put to the side by the film’s end, but I still had lots of ques­tions. Unfortunately, they weren’t the sort of ques­tions I could ask in a fifteen-minute Q&A after the film.

Even with my slight reser­va­tions, this is a genu­inely moving film about a fas­cin­ating sub­ject. It also hap­pens to be set in a spec­tac­u­larly beau­tiful place. It will be screening at the upcoming Hot Docs film fest­ival here in Toronto, and I’m hopeful that I can get an inter­view with either the dir­ector, Michal Orion Scott, or Rowan’s dad Rupert Isaacson, should either of them make the trip.

Here is the Q&A with dir­ector Michal Orion Scott and Rowan’s par­ents, Rupert Isaacson and Kristin Neff, from after the screening (the first ques­tion is from a young aut­istic man who was attending the screening with his parents):

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Duration: 14:08

Official site of the film

7/10(7/10)

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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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Well, in typ­ical fashion, I haven’t yet seen a film here. This is my ninth South by Southwest and only the third for which I’ve had a Gold badge, which gives me access to the film panels and screen­ings as well as the Interactive con­fer­ence. Though there has been much more cross-pollination on the panels side, it’s still dif­fi­cult to choose film screen­ings or film parties over the Interactive events, since I have so many friends at those.

But it hasn’t been all bad. Here are some film-related tid­bits from my trip to Austin so far:

  • Just this after­noon, I was at a panel billed as a con­ver­sa­tion between Richard Linklater (an Austin native) and Todd Haynes. Spike Lee and John Pierson (all-around indie film hero and hus­band of SXSW Film pro­grammer Janet Pierson) came in and sat dir­ectly behind me.
  • Wandering late last night in search of another party, I found myself instead at a film party and though I didn’t think I knew anyone, I intro­duced myself to Gary Hustwit, dir­ector of Helvetica (review) and Objectified. I also ran into one­time doc blogger Joel Heller, who’s here screening Winnebago Man, on which he served as pro­ducer. He intro­duced me to the founder of Brooklyn’s Rooftop Films, Mark Elijah Rosenberg.
  • I had a drink with Benten Films honcho Andrew Grant and Watchmaker Films’ Mark Rance. Among many other accom­plish­ments, Mark dir­ected the behind the scenes doc­u­mentary on P.T. Anderson’s Magnolia DVD.
  • On a whim, I signed up for a ten-minute “mentor ses­sion” with Silverdocs dir­ector of pro­gram­ming Sky Sitney, who gave me some good advice for get­ting more work as a fest­ival programmer.
  • I finally got to meet the lovely Stéphanie Trépanier, founder of Evokative Films. We’d con­ducted our inter­view back in November over email.
  • I got to hang around a bit with the inim­it­able James Rocchi, former Canadian and all-around bon vivant. He also reviews films occasionally.
  • I got to see my favourite doc blogger, Agnes Varnum, who mod­er­ated a useful panel about how Interactive con­fer­ence regis­trants could get the most out of the film fest­ival. She intro­duced me to Spout’s Kevin Kelly.

Not too bad, then. And here is a list of people spotted, but not (yet) engaged:

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