NEW YORK CITY - So here I am in New York City, at some of the most sophisticated art house cinemas in the country, and the same boobs are sitting around me as I’d find on cheap night at the multiplex back home. How is this possible? Aren’t New York art houses the discriminating home for true cineastes? This is New York after all, America’s culture capital...... Here’s a little diary of my misadventures with boors, who obviously and sadly exist everywhere and anywhere, Sunday afternoon. I purchase a 3.45 pm ticket at Lincoln Plaza Cinemas for a revival of famed New Wave director Claude Cabrol’s 1992 Betty starring Marie Trintignant. Almost from the start there is a couple in the row behind where the guy proceeds to talk throughout the movie. This isn’t a whisper – bad enough – but a low tone of talk. When he does this the second time I turn around and sharply stare at him. He catches my glance and stops. For awhile I think my tactic worked because I don’t hear anything out of him. But, after about another 15 minutes he starts up, in a lower tone so it isn’t quite as annoying. Then he stops but periodically starts up, not quite loud enough for me to make the effort to tell him to stop or leave the theatre if he wants to yak. Then there’s the couple sitting to my immediate left. Every once in awhile the guy clicks on his smart phone to check ESPN Sunday football scores. The second time he does this, I turn to look at it and his wife waves her hand at him to turn the screen off……So what was the film itself like? It’s the story of a sociopath who always gets her own way despite ruining the lives of people around her. At first we are sympathetic to Betty because of some of her brutal and exploitative life experiences starting form childhood. But we see how this character charms and sucks in people around her, using them for who own ends. Did I say sociopath? An alcoholic, which she is, also fits the bill.....A few hours later and just a few blocks away, I catch another New Wave revival, Eric Rohmer and his 1967 La Collectionneuse (the Film Society of Lincoln Center is featuring all Rohmer’s Six Moral Tales). Here, I don’t have any annoying audience neighbors. Though I did note that the guy at the next ticket window was with The New York Times and seeking a Times employee discount. And, an audience member in the row ahead and several seats to the right was speaking loudly about “why is no one in the theatre talking to one another,” among other things. And the couple in front me of seemed to be playing games. First they sat side by side and then she moved one seat left, seemingly to his chagrin, but still reached out her hand to hold his. Some minutes later, after several grimaces on his part, she moved back…...As for the film? It’s an interesting depiction of desire and power, with a young woman Haydée (Haydée Politoff) the object of attention by two older men who are both repelled and attracted to her in a comedy of their own self-delusions.
Sunday, September 4, 2016
The Montreal World Film festival (Festival des Films du Monde) concludes tomorrow. It marked its 40th anniversary this year but it was hardly a celebration, more a mad scramble to even get the festival up and running after a financial catastrophe that saw theatres pull the rug out from under after the event after the festival could not make payment. Add to this a major staff resignation over lack of confidence in cash flow, and the loss of its long-running partner Hyatt Regency to put actors up (there were rumors actors were bunking wherever and paying out of pocket), and it all amounts to a huge black eye and major red-faced embarrassment for the festival’s founder and still director Serge Losique, now 85. There are rumours, Losique, a kind of Quixote figure who seems oblivious to the swirls of controversy around him, will organize a 41st festival next year. After all, he owns one major theatre, Cinéma Impérial – where most of the films this year ended up being shown – so doesn’t have to worry about paying rent. But is his reputation in tatters among film distributors, directors and actors, around the world, who might balk at any request to show their films next year? I heard there were at least two major directors who arrived in Montreal and were promptly told their films would not be shown. Other directors and actors quickly moved to find alternative spaces, including the Goethe-Institut and the Cinéma du Parc for German and student films. The art house Theatre Outremont, in an entirely different part of the city, also came on board. But the current situation is untenable and indeed intolerable. Losique has long been advised he should surrender his role to someone new, lose his autocratic style, and open up the books, at least for the festival to once again be considered for government funding. The FFM deserves to be saved, not only because of its rich legacy (at one time on par with the Toronto film festival, and I have attended all but about five editions) but for it’s unique presentation of international films, the likes a filmgoer would be hard-pressed to see at any other North American festival. Moreover, the festival is more mainstream than Montreal’s other much-lauded festivals, which are either too avant-garde or narrow in focus. Ironically, Losique is the boulder in the way of perpetuating his own legacy.
Friday, September 2, 2016
The second half of the festival – for me, since I’ve now left Montreal and the Festival des Film du Monde (FFM) continues until Monday – was less impressive compared to the films I wrote about in my last (Aug. 29) post. Here are my capsule reviews.
#Selfie69 (Cristina Iacob, Romania): It’s unfortunate that so much spectacular directorial talent has to be wasted on a frivolous ditty about three young women wagering on who will be the first to get married. Sexist stereotypes notwithstanding the film’s best attribute is in how the director combined vivid graphics – largely from the social media world – with regular cinematography.
Center of My World (Jakob M. Erwa, Germany/Austria): This well-acted, well-nuanced piece takes a look at the many dimensions of friendship – gay and straight. There's no difference, really.
Ariana Forever! (Katharina Rivilis, Germany) (photo above): This well-paced student dramatic short film centers on a summer camp rape where the victim and perpetrators are all tweens and bound to childhood oaths of loyalty.
Black Widow Business (Gosaigyo No Onna, Japan): As per #Selfie69 what wasted time and talent. This overly long comedy-drama focusses on the thriving Japanese illegal enterprises that set up wealthy older men with fake wives to extract money upon death. It’s a topic worthy of exploration but this almost slapstick drama undermines any social intent.
Tiger Theory (Radek Bajgar, Czech Republic): If you were always skeptical when hearing statistics that married men live happier, more fulfilling, lives than single men, this is the film for you. It’s a one note comedy, with an underlying – if misogynist – message, that wives control marriages to husbands’ despair. The director says his next film, for equality sake, will be a dart at men.
Monday, August 29, 2016
MONTREAL - Despite a shrunken schedule, resigned professional staff, last minute changes in programming, the Montreal World Film Festival is functioning pretty much without interruption, all films having been consolidated into one theatre (which the festival owns, so no rent issues), and a schedule that remains pretty much on time from 9 am until late night. I suggested to festival staff they run films round-the-clock and turn a crisis into an event, but was met with a frown. Oh well. Here are my capsule reviews for films I’ve seen so far, in order I saw them.
Camp Holland (Boris Paval Conen). I was expecting this Dutch film, about Holland’s role in the war in Afghanistan, would follow the path of so many recent war films – in other words, blame the West for war crimes, etc. But it refreshingly took on the stultifying Allies’ Rules of Engagement, which are so tightly written Afghan villagers die at the hands of the Taliban while Western troops stand down because commanders won’t issue orders to fire. Would an American have made this film?
Love Maybe (Michael Kreihst, Austria). This is a take on contemporary romance, particularly cheating, and showing the consequent highs and lows of affairs, making those who participate realize that with the excitement of new love comes depression from the debris left behind.
The Seal of the Sun (Taiyo No Futa). This Japanese film goes to great efforts to reconstruct how the Japanese government responded to the 2011 Fukushima nuclear disaster. There are extremely detailed scenes of the panic that enveloped top government officials - including a stalwart prime minister – and the authorities’ often maladroit response to an event that could have destroyed an entire country.
The Unexpected (Zhanjun An, Vhina). For some reason – the tight living quarters, the close family connections – this film, which goes back and forth in time - alternating in black and white and colour - reminded me of Tennessee Williams’s A Streetcar Named Desire. But that’s where similarities end. This is a tale of a woman caught between the desires of two men, consequently exploited, and blames herself. Terrific acting from all and a searing performance from the female lead.
The Last Birds (Son Kuslar, Turkey). It’s hard to know what the plot is about in this film which has a rural village’s native son return after years in the city. He likes to hunt, to the villagers’ disdain, setting up a confrontation. Is the film about urban versus agrarian values, dysfunctional city versus rural life? It's hard to tell.
My Italy (Bruno Colella). This is a modern, whimsical, zany take on the 18th century’s Grand Tour of Italy, where artists, intellectuals and the upper crust would travel to Italy, considered then as today the world’s capital of art. Several accomplished contemporary artists are featured in part-documentary, part-dramatic, roles, and in stories that are at once humorous, insightful, and sometimes plain bizarre.
As Far as The Eye Can See (David Franklin). This American film pits a one-time accomplished classical pianist against his own demons back on his rural farm in Texas. The film explores themes of wasted talent and the pride of “those who made good” in rural communities. The film could have benefitted from more exploration of central character Jack Ridge’s (Jason London) emotional angst, but features a stand out performance from up-and-comer Jasmine Skloss Harrison as Alyssa, an older-than-her-years mentor to him.
Swaying Waterlily (Seren Yuce). My favorite film of the festival so far, this is a pitch perfect take on modern middle class life, Turkish-style, which is exactly the same as anywhere else in the world. Two couples are the closest of friends. Yet their desires – including sexual – career jealousies, and even lifestyle choices, are grist for their sometimes grating psychological mills.
SFashion (Mauro John Capece). In a world riveted by globalization a famous Italian fashion house can no longer sell goods at the prices it always commanded. Efforts to adapt by cutting costs leads to a cash shortfall and a spiral downwards as the firm, with its sprawling manufacturing campus and hundreds of workers, is forced to close. The story centers on the daughter of the original owner and her nightmares, often depicted in magic realism, as she loses control of a company that is obviously her very life.
Comment J'ai Rencontré Mon Père (Maxime Motte, France). This comedy tries to place the world wide immigration and refugee crisis within the context of one family, whose adopted black son one day discovers an African washed up on the beach. He immediately claims him as his dad. The family goes into contortions trying to protect and smuggle the “immigrant” to England. The story’s feel-good nature glosses over obvious unethical efforts by the clan, one of whom is a respected court judge, and typically dismisses the difference between a legal and illegal migrant.
Contribution (Sergey Snezhkin). During the Russian Revolution, after the White Russian Army seizes a former Red Army controlled city in Siberia, the White Army commander demands that local business leaders provide money to replenish the army’s dwindling stocks. An exquisite diamond – which can be cashed - is supplied by one, only to almost immediately disappear. A captured Red Army investigator is told to find it by 9 pm or he will die. This is an interesting take on the parlor whodunit, with some great acting.
Saturday, August 27, 2016
MONTREAL - Well, the Montreal Word Film Festival hasn’t crashed, at least not completely. Arriving in the city yesterday I feared the worst (see Aug. 24 post below). Back in July I’d bought a pass online and expected to be here until next Wednesday. Normally I see five or six films a day. With a massively truncated scheduled – all films being shown at just one venue instead of the usual seven or more – and crowds converging at one spot, would I even be able to get into the films? Not to worry. The word obviously went out and the vast majority of people who usually attend the festival, thinking it had died or was in major crisis – as it is - decided to stay home. So I got into four afternoon and evening movies Friday with no problems, as most people decided not to attend. There were about three-four dozen people at each screening, the historic Imperial Cinema dwarfing them. These people, indeed, are the diehards, as the Montreal media likes to point out. On the bright side, though I don’t take pleasure in saying it, it’s easy to get into every film one wants and attendees are joking they don’t have to make tough decisions about which which of several films to see in any one slot. That’s because there is only one film showing per time slot. Mind you, on the fest’s full second day – today - attendance was up this evening, perhaps because word has spread the festival isn’t a total disaster and what is being screened is adhering to schedule, thanks to a loyal handful of volunteers.
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
Ironically, the 40th edition of the Montreal World Film Festival, which I have attended for all but about five editions, might be collapsing. The festival has been struggling the last few years amidst axing of government funds, acrimonious relations with the Quebec film community (many Quebec directors have long refused to have their films premiered there, for example), toxic relations with the media, and last year, a situation where festival founder Serge Losique couldn’t immediately even pay staff, is foundering on the eve of its official opening….A friend in Montreal emailed yesterday that on Monday he tried to pick up tickets and a program, which only went live on the festival’s website a few days ago. No luck. The theatre was closed, with the date of sale bumped up to Tuesday. He went back Tuesday. Theatre still closed. Now they’re supposed to go on sale today. And there is no printed program, only online…..Then in this morning’s Montreal Gazette I read that most of the festival’s 15 staff have resigned citing the fest’s precarious finances. The fact the festival took so long to announce its program led to increased speculation it would not even come off. Then the PDF version of its program was released by the weekend and all looked well. Now this…..I have been a strong supporter of the festival for years, largely because I have seen such extraordinary good films these past four decades. I’ve also like how efficiently the festival has been run (unlike festivals with volunteers this one rents professional staff) and the close proximity of its venues. But I was not going to go this year if the employee pay dispute had not been settled. It only got settled in February after the staff took their case to a government agency….Now, according to the Montreal media, the festival has yet to pay to rent its main venue, the Cineplex Forum (that’s right – where the Montreal Canadiens used to play)…..Losique, stubborn and secretive as he is, has always somehow pulled the festival off. But this year – ironically on is 40th birthday – he might have finally run into a big brick wall.
Last weekend I attended the director Marcie Begleiter’s documentary Eva Hesse, about the acclaimed 1960’s abstract artist, at the Detroit Film Theatre (DFT). Hesse is notable because she was the only woman – as one colleague described her, “one of the boys” – in a New York art world that was male – even macho - dominated. Her sculptures were breakthroughs in what they said about ephemeral life, the place of women, and the use of materials. The Detroit Institute of Arts had one of her most famous works, Accession II. The documentary takes us back to that black and white period of 1960s Greenwich Village with some great archival stills and video, that makes you appreciate this visionary artist and her amazing output over just a few years before a very untimely death….Eva Hesse continues this weekend at the DFT.
Tuesday, August 9, 2016
Woody Allen’s Café Society (at the Landmark Main Art) is a composite of several Allen themes – the jazz era, pre-World War II New York, the pre-war struggling American Jewish family, showbiz and, alas, romance – a subject that transcends eras. Set in the 1930’s the movie tells the story of nebbish Bobby Dorfman (Jesse Eisenberg), who leaves his Bronx family to seek fame, or at least a job, in Hollywood. Uncle Phil (Steve Carell) is an uber talent agent and hosts luxurious parties at his swanky Los Angeles home. He eventually hires Bobby and has his secretary Vonnie (Kristen Stewart) show him around LA. Naturally Bobby falls for her. Trouble is, she’s having an affair with uncle and is torn between the two men. Woody Allen narrates the scenes and Eisenberg channels the typical Allen character, insecure and horny but ambitious in his own way. This movie has been getting generally positive but not outstanding reviews. One aggregated criticism is that Allen luxuriates in well worn store lines from previous films. I can see that. Yet I loved this movie nonetheless. The acting is terrific, the stereotypes are so sharply defined as to make you often guffaw. The costumes are impeccable and the sets knockouts that should get a nomination or win an Academy Award. Every interior scene – from Uncle Phil’s deeply veneered office to Bobby’s Hollywood hotel room, to Bobby’s crooked New York brother’s (Corey Stoll) nightclub, are sumptuously gorgeous.