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Landscape No. 2 (Pokrajina St. 2)

Landscape No. 2 (Pokrajina St. 2) (Director: Vinko Moderndorfer): It must be tempting for Balkan film­makers to take any story, no matter how familiar, and sub­merge it in the region’s troubled his­tory. Surely it will add depth and make the film seem more “important” in the eyes of inter­na­tional critics? In the case of Vinko Moderndorfer’s Slovenian heist thriller, the his­tor­ical sub­plot feels clum­sily bolted on and doesn’t really add much.

Sergej and Polde are burg­lars who spe­cialize in stealing works of art from offi­cials of the old Yugoslav Communist regime, which they hold for ransom. The elder Polde main­tains that their crimes are jus­ti­fied since the Communists looted these art­works from the national gal­lery at the end of World War 2 and they really belong to the Slovenian people. During their latest heist, Sergej impuls­ively takes some cash and doc­u­ments from a safe hidden behind their chosen painting and neg­lects to tell Polde. It turns out that these doc­u­ments have enormous value to the eld­erly General whose house they’ve robbed. They implicate him in the postwar exe­cu­tion of col­lab­or­ators and “traitors” and he’s des­perate to get the doc­u­ments back at any cost. He calls in “The Instructor,” a henchman with whom he’s worked before, to retrieve the doc­u­ments at any cost. The Instructor, once unleashed, is a force very like Javier Bardem’s char­acter in No Country for Old Men, con­tinuing his grim mis­sion even after the General dies of old age. For him, pur­suing the trail means killing everyone from whom he can extract inform­a­tion. He’s not par­tic­u­larly effi­cient or careful as a killer, though, leaving messy crime scenes every­where. He’s helped tre­mend­ously by the fact that the cops think that Sergej is behind the killings.

For his part, Sergej is ignorant of the import­ance of the doc­u­ments. In fact, he’s ignorant about pretty much everything except chasing women. He shuttles between his frumpy but loyal fiancée Magda and the rich and glam­orous Jasna, lying to both of them about the exist­ence of the other. He’s a bit of a louse, and stupid, too. But his beha­viour leads to ter­rible con­sequences for everyone around him, and finally for Sergej him­self, who comes lit­er­ally face-to-face with the crimes of the past.

As men­tioned earlier, the his­tor­ical aspect, though poten­tially inter­esting, is rather clum­sily executed. The recent dis­covery of postwar mass grave sites seems to be on every tele­vi­sion in the film, and Sergej’s gay friend Damjan (played as an out­rageously offensive ste­reo­type) just hap­pens to be researching the sub­ject. It’s never explained why the General would have held onto such incrim­in­ating doc­u­ments in the first place. And the cli­mactic scene con­veni­ently plays out at the site of one of these mass graves.

Nevertheless, Landscape No. 2 is a well-made thriller, and even if it does borrow a little from other films, have an unsym­path­etic lead char­acter, and trade in the worst ste­reo­types about gay people, it’s still com­puls­ively watch­able with some nice styl­istic flour­ishes. Based on the age of “The Instructor,” I’m assuming that the dir­ector was also trying to make some con­nec­tion between atro­cities car­ried out after World War 2 and ones from the more recent Balkan wars, but it’s another dropped thread. If the his­tor­ical sec­tion had been filled out more, maybe with some flash­backs and more of a real mys­tery, it could have been so much more than a main­stream thriller.

7/10(7/10)

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Max Manus

by James McNally on April 2, 2010

in Theatrical Release

Max Manus

Max Manus (Directors: Joachim Rønning and Espen Sandberg): Here is a Norwegian film about a hero of that country’s World War 2 res­ist­ance move­ment that is as slick and pol­ished as any Hollywood block­buster. Unfortunately, it also has all the brains of a typ­ical Hollywood block­buster. Not sur­pris­ingly, this film has broken box office records in Norway, becoming the highest-grossing domestic film there since 1975. I think the real Max Manus deserved better.

As the film begins, Max Manus (Aksel Hennie) is an uneducated but pat­ri­otic young man who volun­teers to help the Finns repel an inva­sion from Stalin’s Russia in 1940. After being wounded in that con­flict, he returns home to find Norway occu­pied by the Nazis, and the King and his gov­ern­ment in exile in Britain. Gathering a group of young men around him determ­ined to resist the occu­pa­tion, they begin pub­lishing leaf­lets denoun­cing the Germans and their col­lab­or­ators. After being ambushed in his second-storey apart­ment by the author­ities, he jumps out the window and falls to the street injured. While in hos­pital being treated for his injuries, he is able to get mes­sages out to his friends, and soon escapes in spec­tac­ular fashion. After this, he is hustled out of the country even­tu­ally making his way to Scotland, where he joins the Norwegian Independent Company. Further training in sab­otage tech­niques follow, and in 1943 he para­chutes back into Norway with a small team of saboteurs. From then on, he determ­ines to do as much damage to the occupying forces as pos­sible, and he suc­ceeds in des­troying numerous German boats and ships in Oslo har­bour, including a huge trans­port ship called the Donau in 1945.

By all accounts, Manus was a brave and resourceful man, and is a national hero in Norway. After the war, he wrote two auto­bi­o­graph­ical books detailing his very real exploits. Why, then, does Max Manus
feel so arti­fi­cial? Succumbing to the usual pit­falls of the biopic, the film hur­ries through all the major events in his war­time career, a period of five years. In that time, Max fought both the Russians and the Germans, formed a strong bond with his group, espe­cially his best friend Gregers Gram, and fell in love with Tikken Lindebrække, who would later become his wife. The script sketches all of these things in, but fails to colour them in with details which would add emo­tional and his­tor­ical depth. The film seems primarily con­cerned with showing the spec­tacle of Manus’ acts of sab­otage, and here it mostly suc­ceeds. Two set pieces involving the mining of ships in the har­bour are well-directed, although it’s telling that there is a curious lack of pre­par­a­tion shown in the film.

Despite that, the char­ac­ters are all badly under­written, even Max who, des­pite a good per­form­ance from Aksel Hennie, still seems too arti­fi­cially heroic and one-dimensional to be a real person. His reck­less mach­ismo as his friends are cap­tured and killed seems false, and his romance with Tikken is hardly written at all. It’s hard to say who the film­makers are trying to reach with this film. Norwegians would likely know some of the out­lines of Max Manus’ life, so a more focussed film which zeroed in on, for instance, the destruc­tion of the Donau would have been far more inter­esting. But I sus­pect the film­makers were trying to reach an inter­na­tional audi­ence and so felt they needed to cover a lot more ground. Unfortunately, they’ve cre­ated nothing more than a shallow, melo­dra­matic and rather con­ven­tional war movie that bor­ders on hagi­o­graphy. I think that’s the worst kind of self-sabotage, and some­thing a truly inter­esting char­acter like Max Manus doesn’t deserve.

We’re noti­fied in an end title that after the war, Max Manus estab­lished a suc­cessful office supply com­pany, and the bathos of that detail alone punc­tures much of the myth­making of the pre­vious two hours.

Max Manus opens in Toronto, Vancouver and Halifax on April 2nd.

Official site of the film

6/10(6/10)

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Les femmes de l'ombre (Female Agents)
Les femmes de l’ombre (Female Agents) screens as part of Cinefranco 2010 on Tuesday March 30 at 7:00pm at the AMC Yonge and Dundas.

Les femmes de l’ombre (Female Agents) (Director: Jean-Paul Salomé): Films about World War 2 res­ist­ance fighters are very hot right now. In the past few years, we’ve had Sophie Scholl: The Final Days (Germany), Black Book and Winter in Wartime (The Netherlands), Flame and Citron (Denmark), and Max Manus (Norway), to name just a few. Now from France comes Les femmes de l’ombre, or as it’s more pro­sa­ic­ally titled in English, Female Agents.

Tellingly, though, the French title, which trans­lates roughly to “the women in the shadows,” ref­er­ences per­haps the greatest film about the Resistance ever made, Jean-Pierre Melville’s L’armée de l’ombres (Army of Shadows) (review). It might be an homage to the Melville film, but it actu­ally ends up making Les femmes de l’ombre look even less substantial.

Sophie Marceau plays Louise Desfontaines, a seasoned Resistance fighter who has just lost her hus­band in a shootout with the Nazis during an oper­a­tion. Soon she’s in London meeting her brother, who’s fighting with the British Special Operations Executive (SOE). He recruits her for a cru­cial mis­sion just a few days before the planned D-Day inva­sion of France: rescue a cap­tured geo­lo­gist from a German-occupied hos­pital before the Nazis can tor­ture him into revealing inform­a­tion about the inva­sion plans.

There fol­lows a Dirty Dozen-style recruiting cam­paign, in which she bul­lies, coerces, and black­mails three other women into helping: Jeanne, a tough pros­ti­tute on death row for killing her pimp, inno­cent Gaelle who hap­pens to be an explos­ives expert, and Suzy, a former show­girl who has a broken engage­ment to a powerful Gestapo officer in her past.

After para­chuting into occu­pied France, they join Jewish noble­woman Maria who is already under­cover as a nurse at the hos­pital. The actual escape is exciting and breath­lessly paced. Unfortunately, the entire film feels sim­il­arly breath­less. Plot details quickly became hard to follow, and many times I found myself what exactly was happening.

Characterizations were fairly simple, as well. There is an attempt to make Louise’s com­plic­ated rela­tion­ship with her brother a major theme, but it never feels fully real­ized. Similarly, Suzy’s impending reunion with her ex-fiancé Colonel Heindrich (Moritz Bleibtreu) should have held more ten­sion, espe­cially when she real­izes she’s been recruited to assas­sinate him.

The film offers a wel­come, if belated, tribute to those women who took up arms, often when their hus­bands or brothers or fathers had already been killed, to fight Nazi occu­piers. And it’s hand­somely pho­to­graphed and briskly paced, too. But the viewer never really gets inside these char­ac­ters to feel the mix­ture of national pride, anger, hatred, as well as fear and des­per­a­tion that must have driven them to such acts of bravery.

7/10(7/10)

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Inside Hana’s Suitcase

Inside Hana’s Suitcase (Director: Larry Weinstein): Inside Hana’s Suitcase is beau­ti­fully crafted and easily one of the best films at Hot Docs this year. It’s based upon the the inter­na­tion­ally acclaimed book “Hana’s Suitcase” written by Karen Levine.

It’s a holo­caust story but don’t let that fool you into thinking it will be another depressing doc. Through a series of dra­matic re-enactments the film tells the real-life story of two Jewish chil­dren from Czechoslovakia, George and Hana Brady.

Things shift from the 1930s and 1940s world of Czechoslovakia to present-day Japan at the Tokyo Holocaust Museum. A suit­case with the name Hana Brady painted on it is delivered to the museum where Fumiko Ishioka and her stu­dents dis­cover that it came from Auschwitz. They examine the con­tents of the suit­case and learn as much as they can about Hana’s life and the war. Their journey leads to the dis­covery that Hana’s brother George is alive and living in Toronto. From there the story con­tinues to get more and more interesting.

Throughout the film, chil­dren from around the world tell Hana’s story and the les­sons they’ve learned from her exper­i­ence. I thought this was pure genius because it provides the audi­ence with a child’s per­spective of the war in a way that is powerful and full of hope.

Larry Weinstein’s dir­ec­tion is bril­liant and puts the film in the same league as last year’s Academy Award-winning film, Man On Wire. The period music and spe­cial effects trans­port the viewer back to the war while anim­a­tion of Hana’s draw­ings enrich the moviegoing experience.

Inside Hana’s Suitcase is a film about hope that chil­dren and adults can learn from and enjoy on many dif­ferent levels. I highly recom­mend this film and hope it gets a the­at­rical release.

Update: Inside Hana’s Suitcase was named as one of the top ten audi­ence favour­ites at Hot Docs this year.

Official site of the film

8/10(8/10)

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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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