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The Band's Visit (Bikur Ha-Tizmoret)

The Band’s Visit (Bikur Ha-Tizmoret) (Director: Eran Kolirin): This first fea­ture from the young Israeli dir­ector is a charming con­fec­tion that, as the dir­ector admits, has no basis in reality. In some unspe­cified recent past, the mem­bers of an Egyptian police band arrive at an air­port in Israel and, seeing nobody there to meet them, decide to pro­ceed on their own. Only they mis­take one town for another, and end up stranded in a lonely desert set­tle­ment. Dina, the earthy owner of the local café, comes to their rescue, finding them lodging for the night and taking a spe­cial shine to Tewfiq, the dis­tin­guished elder statesman who is the band’s leader. Most of the humour comes from the con­trast between the uni­formed and very polite band mem­bers and the bored and eccentric Israelis who aren’t quite sure how to react to their pres­ence. On one hand, these are Israel’s enemies and should be treated cau­tiously, but then again, not much hap­pens in their town and so this might be interesting.

The curi­osity of both groups over­comes any hes­it­ancy and soon three pair­ings have formed. Dina takes Tewfiq out for a meal and a drink, and Dina’s sen­su­ality briefly thaws out the older man. Young Khaled, the playboy of the band, goes out on the town with awk­ward virgin Papi, helping him over­come his shy­ness with a girl at a roller disco. And soulful com­poser Simon stays with troubled Itzik, whose mar­riage appears to be in ser­ious trouble. It’s mostly played for laughs, but there are sev­eral touching moments of con­nec­tion between the char­ac­ters. For me, the per­form­ance of Sasson Gabai as Tewfiq was mas­terful. Looking uncan­nily like Ben Kingsley, he brings dig­nity, sad­ness, and longing to the role. The other char­ac­ters are a little too broad most of the time, and the number of sight gags that involve the band lining up in their uni­forms becomes a bit repet­itive, but for a first fea­ture, Kolirin has done a won­derful job of making a small moment in time and space feel very special.

At the end of the film, when we finally hear the Alexandria Ceremonial Police Band play their beau­tiful music, we see that des­pite their uni­forms and impec­cable man­ners, these are pas­sionate men who are seeking love, or mourning its loss.

Here is the Q&A with dir­ector Eran Kolirin from after the screening:

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Duration: 6:07

7/10(7/10)

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The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford

The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford (Director: Andrew Dominik): This is a very mediocre film. It’s a great example of how TIFF looks for any­thing with a big star to sell tickets, draw crowds, create mean­ing­less buzz and sat­isfy auto­graph hounds. My curi­osity got the better of me and I was there looking at Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie on the red carpet.

Tony Scott and Ridley Scott were exec­utive pro­du­cers and couldn’t save this film from being too long and at times, quite boring. Director Andrew Dominik could easily have cut 20–30 minutes but maybe the pro­ducer, Brad Pitt, wouldn’t let him? Even the music score from Nick Cave sounded repet­itive and lacking some spark.

The great Roger Deakins was the cine­ma­to­grapher but I felt com­pletely unin­spired by the visual style he brought to this film. He does a nice job of making Alberta look like Missouri but that’s it.

On a pos­itive note, the film is actu­ally per­fect for Brad Pitt who plays Jesse James. James was the biggest celebrity of his day, so casting Pitt in the lead role works quite well. Casey Affleck as Robert Ford plays a won­derful weasel — the best per­form­ance in the film.

There is a bit of viol­ence in the film that startled a few audi­ence mem­bers (people saying, “oh my” and “dear God” out loud). The crack of a pistol in one scene caused the woman in front of me to recoil in horror. I’ve never seen anyone snap their head back so fast. I really thought she was going to end up in the seat behind me. This gave me the best chuckle of the evening.

I don’t know. I think the dir­ec­tion and the screen­play by Andrew Dominik was the missing link to a great western. I had high hopes for this film and left disappointed.

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5/10(5/10)

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Secret Sunshine (Milyang)

Secret Sunshine (Milyang) (Director: Lee Chang-dong): Jeon Do-yeon gives a breath­taking per­form­ance as Shin-ae, a recently wid­owed young mother who takes her son to live in her late husband’s hometown, hoping for a fresh start. Instead, a new tragedy plunges her fur­ther into grief. Although to some, this may sound like just the sort of “film fest­ival” film to avoid, it was never less than com­pel­ling, des­pite its 142 minute run time.

Possible Spoiler Alert: Despite the fact that every review I’ve read dis­cusses the plot points I’m about to reveal, I thought it would be fair to warn you.

It’s clear that Shin-ae is already an isol­ated figure even before she moves to a new town. Her husband’s death in a car acci­dent doesn’t seem to be the only reason she wants a fresh start. She leaves without telling her own family, to whom she seems estranged. Her only joy is in her young son, Jun. As she estab­lishes her­self as a piano teacher in her new sur­round­ings, we learn a bit more. She had mar­ried young, pre­sum­ably to get out of her family’s house­hold. Her hus­band had cheated on her. Her brother seems to want to stay in touch. And then there’s Jong-chan, the goofy local mech­anic who’s developed a major crush on her. Despite his sin­cere attrac­tion, she tries to keep him at arm’s length. He’s 39 and unmar­ried, which makes him a figure of fun to his friends. But touch­ingly, he con­tinues to watch over Shin-ae, and when her son is kid­napped and later found dead, he’s there to offer sup­port. But she doesn’t seem to notice.

Secret Sunshine (Milyang)

The film is really a journey into the hell that is grief. Though the first loss seemed only to stagger her, the loss of her child threatens to sweep her away. In a des­perate attempt to hold off the full force of her grief, and the pain that is phys­ic­ally weighing her down, she joins an evan­gel­ical church. God and the believers are offering her com­fort, even healing, and she snatches at the chance. It seems to work for a little while, and she decides to visit her son’s killer in prison, to offer him her for­give­ness. But when she arrives, she finds out that he too has found faith, that God has already for­given his sins, and that jars her tenuous belief.

At this point, we begin to sur­mise that Shin-ae’s rela­tion­ship with her father may have been one of abuse, and her anger at God seems to become entwined with her feel­ings for her own father. In her sudden dis­il­lu­sion­ment with Christianity, she lashes out in ways both funny (her sab­otage of a prayer meeting’s sound system) and cruel (her seduc­tion of a church elder). Several times during these des­perate acts, she looks up to the heavens and asks, “Can you see me?”

All along, the com­fort and love she’s longing for are under her nose. Jong-chan (played with won­derful gen­tle­ness by The Host’s Song Kang-ho) waits patiently, picking up the pieces at every turn. He even joins the church for her, which leads to sev­eral comic moments. It might be tempting to think that the film is cri­ti­cizing Christianity, but in hind­sight, the devo­tion and self­less­ness shown by Jong-chan is prob­ably the closest thing to the ideal of Christian love in the entire film. Which is not to say he’s a saint. He’s lonely, too, but his determ­in­a­tion that they are right for each other is touching and in the end, we hope, convincing.

The film could very well have been entitled “A New Life,” for that’s what Shin-ae is seeking all along. At the end, it’s not all resolved. She’s gone through hell, and might have to go through more, but there is a little bit of hope. The name of the town, we’re told early in the film, is derived from the Chinese for “secret sun­shine.” By the closing frames, we’re hoping Shin-ae can see it.

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8/10(8/10)

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Persepolis

by James McNally on September 8, 2007 · 1 comment

in Film Festivals,TIFF

Persepolis
Persepolis (Directors: Marjane Satrapi and Vincent Paronnaud): Based upon the graphic novels which were block­busters in France (and now pub­lished in one volume), Persepolis faith­fully brings Marjane Satrapi’s story and images to the screen and then won­der­fully sur­passes them. Growing up in Iran under the repres­sion of first the Shah’s dic­tat­or­ship and then that of the Islamic Republic was not easy, even for someone like Satrapi whose family had money and con­nec­tions. The film grabs our sym­pathy through sev­eral strongly-drawn (if you’ll for­give the pun) char­ac­ters, from her saucy grand­mother to her dashing polit­ical dis­sident uncle Anoush. But it’s ulti­mately the story of Marjane her­self that car­ries us along. Her devel­oping polit­ical aware­ness is con­nected to her per­sonal his­tory of dis­place­ment and the ordinary “feeling dif­ferent” of adolescence.

What makes the story even more powerful is the superb anim­a­tion. Two-dimensional and for the most part in black and white, it non­ethe­less never feels less than thrilling, and just when I was fin­ished shaking my head at some gor­geous and poetic flourish, there was another one. I haven’t seen a film that was this con­sist­ently innov­ative for a long time. And yet it didn’t feel showy, as if it were the latest CGI tech­no­logy trying to draw atten­tion to itself. I had the feeling of looking over the shoulder of an intensely tal­ented artist dood­ling in her note­book while telling me the most incred­ible story.

Best of all, at a time when many people are thinking of Iran as a poten­tial enemy, it’s cru­cial to see a human story from a place where the civil­iz­a­tion is thou­sands of years old. There isn’t much his­tory in the film, but what’s there is presented simply. I was left wanting the film to con­tinue both back­wards and for­wards in time, and des­per­ately hoping along with Satrapi that the future is brighter for the long-suffering people of Iran.

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9/10(9/10)

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Jar City (Mýrin)

Jar City (Mýrin) (Director: Baltasar Kormákur): I pre­viewed this film a few weeks back and thought that it looked like a stylish thriller which had the added benefit of being set in Iceland, and that’s essen­tially what it is. The nat­ural beauty of the Icelandic set­ting is played down, how­ever, with Kormákur pointing his camera at the bleaker and less spec­tac­ular parts of the coun­tryside, which helps to keep the focus on the char­ac­ters. Ingvar Eggert Sigurðsson, as police inspector Erlendur, gives a par­tic­u­larly intense per­form­ance as a man trying to solve a murder that has its roots in the past. Issues of pri­vacy arise when it turns out that someone has been using the country’s unique genetic data­base to search for a common thread among sev­eral vic­tims. Iceland’s small size makes it a unique place for this sort of genetic research, not to men­tion the fact that violent crime is rel­at­ively rare and word travels fast when it does occur. Despite these unique touches, the film is too much like an episode of Cold Case, CSI, or other tele­vi­sion fare to have lasting appeal.

As well, the timeline of events becomes a bit con­fusing in places, and the pres­ence of three father-daughter pair­ings fails to res­onate as intended. I sus­pect that these flaws are not present in the source novel, Tainted Blood, by Arnaldur Indriðason, which has now been repub­lished under the title Jar City. As with most adapt­a­tions, it’s likely that a lot has been left out, and in the case of this film, what’s missing feels important.

The musical score (by Icelandic pop star Mugison, who also scored Kormákur’s last film, A Little Trip To Heaven) is made up entirely of choral pieces sung by the Icelandic Police Choir, and although the dir­ector claims to have been aiming for “ghostly” music, at times and places in the film it feels heavy-handed.

Overall, I found the film enjoy­able but ulti­mately forgettable.

Here is the Q&A with dir­ector Baltasar Kormákur from after the screening:

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Duration: 14:11

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7/10(7/10)

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