Sunday, April 28, 2013

Day One

After Lucia
What could be taken as a ripped-from-the-headlines story of high school bullying in the age of the iPhone is really a rumination on grief, loss, and depression. A father and teenage daughter pair, recently having lost their wife/mother in a car crash, move across Mexico to start a new life. But they haven't yet begun to repair themselves from their trauma.

It's hard to watch: the treatment of the "bullying" (this seems too soft a word) is for the most part realistic and brutal. But the cinematic art on display is brilliant: the movie begins and ends with understated but emotionally devastating long takes. And the use of un- or half-furnished interior sets complements the mental state of the characters.

The Pervert's Guide to Ideology
There's not much to say here. If you enjoyed The Pervert's Guide to Cinema, this is a worthy followup. Slavoj Žižek monologues for 2.5 hours about Catholicism, Stalinism, Nazism, and everything in between. The visuals are spiced up by placing our narrator on sets from such diverse films as A Clockwork Orange, The Sound of Music, and Jaws. There's not much cinematic critique on display here: most of the theorizing uses the movies as examples of particular ideologies or attitudes to ideology. But even non-Žižek fans should enjoy the commentary.

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Opening Night

What Maisie Knew
The opening night film at this festival always seems to be something of a crowd-pleaser, and this year's entrant is no exception. While on the surface it seems a downbeat affair, centered as it is on a troubled relationship, the framing device (nearly everything is shot from the perspective of Maisie, the couple's six-year-old child) actually helps lighten the mood significantly. Seeing things through the eyes of a child, rather than making the whole thing more tragic, makes the already high unreality of the situations seem even less consequential. After all, Maisie carries on, no matter what. Onata Aprile's performance in the title role is excellent and naturalistic, but the filmmakers' reluctance to let anything bad happen, even when Julianne Moore's character leaves her daughter alone on a New York streetcorner, undermines the weight of the emotional questions involved. The fairytale obviousness of what happens to the two young, blond lovers caught in the middle of the custody dispute (as SOs of the leads) is similarly overdetermined and undercuts the story.

Still, Aprile's performance and the framing device are enough to keep the movie interesting, and Steve Coogan's performance as the father gives us the black humor that might have been a better mood throughout than the airy everything-will-be-ok feeling we get from watching Maisie navigate a bunch of silly grownups.

SFIFF 56

The San Francisco International Film Festival is back, and again I have a full series pass with an intent to see 30+ screenings. I'm logging each one on Twitter (@cineklein), but also hoping to put some capsule reviews up here.

This post is mostly just to test posting from my phone. Which sorta works.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

SFIFF54 Notes: Opening Night & Day 1

Don't take anything below too seriously, these are just notes scrawled after each movie to make sure I remember what I see. But I figure I'd share them in case someone might be interested.

Beginners
Personal, touching, and small in all the right ways, this is Mike Mills' fictionalized account of his father's coming out at age 75 and all-too-subsequent death of lung cancer. Contrasting with the father's story is a theoretically-lighter one, months after the death, in which our hero falls head-over-heels for a troubled French actress. This more fictional-seeming story can't help but pale in comparison to the main affair, and the cross-cut storytelling makes the film feel longer than it is. Still, a small gem to kick off the festival.

The Good Life
Billed as "Grey Gardens in Danish," this portrait of an aged mother/daughter living in a Portuguese resort town was mostly interesting as an examination of what happens when a documentarian trains a camera on an unchanging subject. Other than that, the length was uncalled-for: this story, of the wealthy unable to manage once their money is gone, would have been just as affecting as a short, and wouldn't have tried the audience's patience (especially with the daughter, who's hard to bear). In short, would have made a good segment on This American Life.

Attenberg
An odd title...sounds German? As it turns out, it's a Greek film. But the title's not Greek, it's a mispronunciation of "Attenborough": the heroine is a big fan of nature documentaries. A unique coming-of-age story, the film has parallels to Beginners, but father/daughter is a much less comfortable dynamic than father/son, which plays in the film's favor. When described in minute detail, as it is by our heroine (aping the nature shows), human sexuality turns out to be quite disturbing. It's hard to recommend, as the odds are high that it'll push some buttons, but if you're up for that (and willing to put up with some silliness), I do recommend it.

The City Below (Unter dir die Stadt)
Pretentious, emotionless crap. TL;DR: investment bankers are evil. Maybe I'll write more about this at some point, but it was not my cup of tea.

Stake Land
Post-apocalypse is still hot, but with each new film in the genre it becomes harder for the newcomers to distinguish themselves. Stake Land's title suggests its twist: zombies that are also vampires. These are not the seductive type: rather, they're zombies that are particularly interested in blood. But the vampirism isn't the most interesting or most dangerous feature of the plot. That title belongs to the Brotherhood, a religious cult gone awry whose unique reaction to the crisis breathes a little fresh air into the well-worn storyline. More than anything, though, this reminded me of the video game Left 4 Dead, itself based on zombie films. And it's rarely a good thing for cinema to make one think of a video game.

I hope to post Saturday's notes tomorrow: it was just about a perfect day of film-festing.

Monday, April 27, 2009

SFIFF 52 Underway!

I mean to post reviews when I get a chance, but for keeping track of what I've seen I'm posting quick updates at twitter. The horror!

Friday, May 16, 2008

SFIFF 51 Summary

The 51st annual San Francisco International Film Festival has come and gone, and unlike last year, I didn't have a whole lot of downtime in which to compose individual reviews. In light of the fast-approaching Seattle International Film Festival, I thought it more prudent to get my list of films seen up quickly, rather than trickling them our review by review. So here's my list; if I get around to it, this will be followed up by more in-depth posts, but I make no promises.

Note: links open in new window/tab, thanks to my rudimentary JS skills.

In the City of Sylvia
Mystical Destiny Babe: The Movie!
Mock Up On Mu
Standard Operating Procedure
A Stray Girlfriend
My Winnipeg
Billed by director/narrator/subject Guy Maddin as a "docufantasia" about his hometown. This may be Maddin's most conventional film yet, but it's probably also my favorite. Am I getting soft in my old age?
Shadows in the Palace
La Zona
An assured, polished thriller.
Hallam Foe
The Squid and the Whale in Scotland. So, more fucked up.
Up the Yangtze
A Chinese-Canadian director takes on the subject of the Three Gorges dam by examining its affects on one family living on the bank of the river. This personal approach to a monumental story works surprisingly well. See Still Life for more of the same, but in a fictional form.
The Judge and the General
A Girl Cut In Two
Still Life
Jim Jarmusch does Up The Yangtze
All Is Forgiven
The Secret of the Grain
Raw, raucous, and a little bit gross, this is definitely worth seeing if non-stop French dialogue for 2.5 hours won't piss you off. A story of Tunisian immigrants carving out their lives in the South of France. Though the ending is rather too drawn out, it's worth it just for the incredibly long middle scenes, and for the girl (who makes her film debut here, and won several awards for her efforts).
Timecrimes
A cute little time-travel movie that does a better job than most of tying up its loose ends. Not the mindfuck that was Primer, but good entertainment.
The Man From London
The latest from Béla Tarr is slow as ever, but this time with a story, a noir tale of murder and a suitcase full of cash. Beautiful to behold, but not moving in the way that one would hope.

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Sporadic indeed

I've seen quite a bit since SFIFF, but the film I just saw this afternoon at the Castro inspired me to recommend it. Le Doulos This Jean Pierre-Melville gangster mystery, a precursor to his more well-known Le Samouraï and Le Cercle Rouge, is a delicious little bit of noir. The star, Jean-Paul Belmondo (always associated, for me, with Breathless), doesn't appear for the first ten or fifteen minutes, and when he does, his purpose is shadowy. It takes the unfolding of the narrative, involving jewel theft, backstabbing, and police informants (the title, we're told in a bit of text at the beginning, is slang among criminals for a snitch) for the true fit of the characters with each other to become clear. Besides the excellent plotting, Melville and his cinematographer make great use of shadowy locations to mask the men's faces: Belmondo is more recognizable by his trench coat than anything else. And several striking long takes, including a tracking shot that opens the movie and is echoed later, and a pair of scenes at police headquarters which follow the characters round and round the room, come through beautifully in this new print. Well worth seeing on the big screen, for sure. In short, highly recommended.