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25 Jun11

Garage's La Semaine Blogathon / Bertrand Bonello on the 50th Edition of Critis Week and Le Pornographe

by Garage


Bertrand Bonello started his film carreer as a sound composer. His first feature, Something Organic, was selected at the 1999 Panorama Section (Berlin). His second feature, The Pornographer, was presented at the 2001 Semaine de la Critique. All his following films ended up in Cannes: Tiresia was selected at the Official Competition (2003) and On War (2008) at the Directors’ Fortnight. In The Pornographer, Bonello gave Jean-Pierre Léaud one of his greatest parts since the Truffaut/Godard times of the French New Wave.

The Pornographer (French: Le Pornographe) is a 2001 French drama film directed and written by Bertrand Bonello who co-wrote music score with Laurie Markovitch. The film features explicit sexual scenes by pornographic actress Ovidie. It won the FIPRESCI Prize (International Critics Week) at the 2001 Cannes Film Festival and was nominated for the Stockholm Film Festival for Bronze Horse.



 

 

 

 

 



Jacques Laurent made pornographic films in the 1970's and '80's, but had put that aside for 20 years. His artistic ideas, born of the '60's counter-culture, had elevated the entire genre. Older and paunchier, he is now directing a porno again. Jacques's artistry clashes with his financially-troubled producer's ideas about shooting hard-core sex. Jacques has been estranged from his son Joseph for years, since the son first learned the nature of the family business. They are now speaking again. Joseph and his friends want to recapture the idealism of 1968 with a protest. Separated from his wife, Jacques strives for personal renewal with plans to build a new house by himself.
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21 Jun11

Garage presents FILM COURAGE with David Branin & Karen Worden Ep.#117

by filmcourage

Garage is pleased to present FILM COURAGE with Karen Worden and David Branin......

 

Filmmaker Linda Goldstein Knowlton on LA Talk Radio’s Film Courage (Ep. #117)


Filmmaker Linda Goldstein Knowlton is in the Film Courage studio how she got into producing (Whale Rider, Shipping News), why she decided to roll cameras on her latest documentary Somewhere Between, the issue of young girls being abandoned and left for adoption in China, and what she would have done had the film not gotten into HotDocs and the Los Angeles Film Festival.



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For more on Linda please visit www.somewherebetweenmovie.com.
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19 Jun11

Nina Menkes - Phantom Auteur

by Nina Menkes

Moving Pictures asked Yaniv Rokah to sit down with writer-director Nina Menkes. Rokah, an L.A.-based actor, has interviewed Paul Haggis and written reviews for Moving Pictures and is in talks to co-produce Menkes’ next film, “Heatstroke.” He caught up with the auteur for coffee as she prepares to move to Cairo.


Experimental filmmaker Nina Menkes’ work has been compared with some of the all-time greats, including Antonioni, Cassavetes and Lynch. The Los Angeles Times called her “one of the most provocative artists in film today.

Predominately exploring the feminine psyche through films such as “Massaker” (FIPRESCI Prize recipient at the Berlin International Film Festival), “Queen of Diamonds” (nominated for the Grand Jury Prize at the Sundance Film Festival), “The Bloody Child” (a Sundance Film Festival and Locarno International Film Festival selection) and “Magdalena Viraga” (the recipient of the Los Angeles Film Critics Association Award for best independent or experimental film in 1986), Menkes’ work is not only a kind of shamanic inner journey but also a visual feast that inspires critical thinking.



Her latest, “Dissolution,” starring non-actor David Fire, is set in Tel Aviv and explores the Arab-Israeli conflict in an original and surreal manner. It screens with her 2007 effort, “Phantom Love,” at the Downtown Independent in Los Angeles on June 4, 2011.

MP: Kevin Thomas in the Los Angeles Times called you, “Brilliant! One of the most provocative artists in film today.” Where do you go from there?

Nina Menkes: Well … hard to beat that, it’s true. Kevin Thomas has been a serious supporter of my work since my first film. He appreciates what I’m doing with cinema, and I am profoundly grateful for his incredible support and understanding. Not everyone agrees, of course. My films work differently than most, the way they approach cinematography, editing, character, emotion and story is pretty much all my own [invention]. So there are many people who cannot connect. But those who do surrender to the experience tend to be deeply affected.

MP: In your prior films, the protagonist has always been portrayed by a woman. In “Dissolution,” you started exploring the male as the central character. What did you learn from him?

Menkes: I like this question. I did learn a lot from him. I have spent 20-plus years delving into the feminine side of myself, which is a wounded and alienated aspect. I can say that I am strong as a human and as an artist, but as a woman I was deeply wounded and lacking confidence. I use the word “was” because that part of myself has undergone a lot of healing over the last few years, as is first exemplified in “Phantom Love,” where the heroine is able to confront her own inner darkness and emerge from living in an ice cube into a more authentic and connected life.


After that film, I felt drawn to explore the masculine figure that inhabits my inner world. As I was living in Tel Aviv and reading [Dostoyevsky’s] “Crime and Punishment,” I had an intuitive revelation that this “Dissolution” story, set there, with this character who is loosely drawn from Raskolnikov, would be an intense inner journey … that he reflected my “inner masculine” as the Jungians would say, on the deepest level.

When I met David Fire, who God conveniently located living 30 meters from my house, I knew I had to make this film with this man. The process of working with David and making the film was one of the most intense learning experiences of my life, and I am very grateful for the opportunity to do such a massive active dreaming event — and to be able to record it all on film and create a motion picture that is finally deeply appreciated by many other people.

MP: You work a lot with animals in intimate settings. Why is that, and what do they represent to you?

Menkes: It’s true that I love animals and feel very connected to animals and nature. I think it’s because animals don’t process thought in the way we do. Rather, they are instinctive and intuitive, and I like that, and when I am at my best, I am like that too, and it makes me feel naturally happy. For me, “thinking” is generally a road that leads straight to hell.

MP: Growing up, were there any female director role models for you?

Menkes: No. Growing up, my mother, thank god, hated television, so we didn’t have one. I consider this simple but profound fact to be one of the greatest blessings she gave me. As for going to the movies: very rarely. And there weren’t many female directors when I was growing up, if any. I can’t remember seeing any film by a woman that stunned me as a teenager. In my early 20s, I was exposed to “Last Year at Marienbad,” which I loved, as well as some Werner Herzog films and “Red Desert” by Antonioni — these films impacted me deeply.

MP: In your first year at the UCLA film school, you received an award from Barbra Streisand for a project that was very relevant to you at that time, “The Lost Jews of Africa.” How do you choose your subjects?

Menkes: My filmmaking life is one of listening inwardly and also to God, upwardly (to use lame metaphors for mystical experience). When images and stories appear to me, I write them down. And with God’s help, the money comes so that I can turn these visions into a living experience for others. I was thrilled to get the Barbra Streisand award and I remember it vividly until today.

MP: Tell us a little bit about your new project.

Menkes: Heatstroke” is a surreal drama about two sisters set in Los Angeles, Calif., and Cairo, Egypt. The film’s root is a violent, possibly sexual, early trauma that sits in these sisters’ psychic closet and the ripple effects that this event has on two very different cultural landscapes.

We are speaking with Asia Argento regarding playing the lead role and are currently in the financing stage. I’m extremely excited about this new film, which will be my most ambitious, most commercial project yet — but with no compromise whatsoever to my personal cinematic style or idiosyncratic working methods.

MP: Being an American-Israeli, you’ve lived in notoriously dangerous cities around the world. What attracts you to these particular places?

Menkes: Cairo, Beirut and
 Jerusalem are cities many consider dangerous. But I am quite a religious person and feel that God will take me when it’s my time, so I go where I am called.

MP: You also lived in London and Berlin and now in Los Angeles. Where’s home?

Menkes: I love my home in Venice, Calif., the absolutely incomparable Westside of Los Angeles. But sometimes it gets to be too perfect here. That’s when I think I better go for a little visit to the Middle East and get a dose of reality.

 

 By Yaniv Rokah (June 2011)

 After June, using the Kickstarter funds I hope to raise, Dissolution, Phantom Love and all of Nina Menkes' films will screen around the country at art house theaters, museums and micro-cinemas.

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17 Jun11

Garage's La Semaine Blogathon / Keren Yedaya on the 50th Edition of Critic's Week and Or (My Treasure)

by Garage


Keren Yedaya is an Israeli director. She wrote and directed the short films Elinor (1994) and Lulu (1999). In 2004, Or won the Caméra d’Or and the Semaine de la Critique Grand Prize. The same year, it was nominated six times and won Best Actress Prize for Dana Ivgy at the Israeli Oscars : the Ophir Awards. Her second film is Jaffa (2009).

Or (My Treasure) is a 2004 drama film starring Dana Ivgy in the title role of Or, a teenager who struggles to be responsible for her prostitute mother Ruthie, played by Ronit Elkabetz. The French-Israeli production premiered on 14 May 2004 at the Cannes Film Festival.



 

 

Or's responsibility at home gives way to an increasingly wilder side of her personality, pushed further by the mother of her boyfriend who tells Or that their sexual relationship isn't suitable for her son. Ruthie, meanwhile, tries to hold down a poorly paid job as a cleaner and give up prostitution at her daughter's urging, yet is unable to stay away from the streets.


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12 Jun11

Garage's La Semaine Blogathon / Négropolitain

by Sarah

 

Gary Pierre-Victor‘s Negropolitain is a short film about institutional racism in a chapter of the Parisian police force. When Carl, a young West Indian man, arrives to his first day of work as a police officer, he is affected with Alain, a veteran officer who is also West African and the only other Black man on the force. Alain is stubborn and set in his ways, and his particularly harsh treatment of Black criminals (specifically two young boys whose crime seems far too petty for their punishment) angers his sympathetic mentee.



Negropolitain posits two competing ideological reactions to institutional racism. Alain, a member of an older generation of African immigrants, endorses his colleagues’ disproportionately aggressive punishment of Black criminals. He believes that Blacks justify their oppression when they commit crimes, and he sees himself as an example of the fact of choice – the choice to succeed in a White-dominated country, and to enforce civility, rather than disturb it. He turns the other cheek to the racist comments of his colleagues, who he knows have accepted him into the high ranks of their profession solely because he acts as they do and condones their racist abuses of power.



Alain desires to identify as a Parisian and a police officer, not as a Black man. Immediately he refuses to form any ethnicity-based alliance with ­­­Carl; when ---Carl speaks to him in their shared native tongue, ---Alain snaps, “------Don’t talk in Creole on duty…We’re in France here.” He says in relation to the young criminals’ father, “I’m sick of negroes letting their kids run wild… They screw up this country, and we gotta clean up after them? Why? Because we have the same skin color?”



However, the film makes clear that Alain’s professional presence is inextricably connected to his race. When Carl finally questions Alain’s ethics, Alain reminds him that any respect Carl garners from the force is due to Alain’s hard-won status, and his ability to convince his White superiors that he is not a threat to their ethos. Alain seems to view his strategy for success as a bit like Sidney Poitier’s in Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner. By acting like his racist colleagues and disregarding his affiliation with other black people, he believes he is paradoxically furthering black progress. Of course, this kind of progress is complicated, and Pierre-Victor makes this clear (with a heavy hand) when, for all of Alain’s professional seniority, a coworker mumbles a racist insult after he’s left a room.



It is important that Carl, his ideological opponent, is the youngest and newest member of the force. In reaction to Alain’s attitudes, Carl positions himself as a defender of Black criminals against Alain’s racist anger. The film’s central question, then, is one that has been asked in countless other stories about corruption: Can a progressive young hero change his environment for the better, or must he instead become jaded like everyone else?



For a film that deals in such familiar thematic territory and in general values clarity in its style, narrative, and characterization, Negropolitain ends on a surprisingly oblique note. I’m not sure what meaning the director intends to convey with his ending, and its inclusion feels more haphazard than clever. But the ideas expressed by Pierre-Victor’s film are, overall, nicely described and beautifully photographed.



 

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08 Jun11

Miami International Film Festival Director, Jaie Laplante, Checks in on Cannes

by jaieinmiami

Film Fiend is a new series featuring dispatches from Miami International Film Festival Director, Jaie Laplante, as he scopes flicks on the indie film festival circuit for the MIAMI New Times. originally posted on May 23rd, 2011.



Cannes is hot this year. The venerable Grand Dame of film festivals worldwide is buzzing with an upswing of stars and a recently re-energized industry contingent (the feeling is that some actual, '90s-style bidding wars are bubbling under the surface), but more than that, it is really HOT. Typical Film Fiend, I brought all the wrong clothes.  I use the internet for nearly every convenience in life, but I can't ever remember to check weather-at-destination before I board a plane.

The lineups in the Festival's 2011 official selections are exciting, but the line-ups at the 2011 venues are much less so. You can sense the relief of the Festival organizers as they proudly proclaim a 10% increase in attendance from 2010's nerve-wracking spaciousness, and you can sure feel that 10% -- it takes more time to get through every door, every transaction.



Woody Allen's Midnight in Paris is the Opening Night Film this year, and the fun part as always is "sur le tapis rouge" - "on the red carpet". I muscle my way up to the front of the line just as the Jury is arriving - Uma Thurman arrives there first and seems to be having a blast hugging her fans across the barricades, while waiting for Jude Law and Robert de Niro to get out of their cars.   

The eclectic jury looks even more eclectic as they collectively move up toward the entrance of the Palais, stopping every few feet for photos. A smile from de Niro is a rare thing - and there's not one forthcoming tonight, despite the fact even he must think it's somewhat cool to be the Jury president.   

The real countdown for me at this Festival is how many more hours until the premiere of Pedro Almodovar's "The Skin I Live In" next Thursday, which marks Banderas' first reunion with my all-time favorite director in 21 years.

Woody arrives, but I'm out of here. I'm looking for the true finds, the under-the-radar stuff that will give Miami International Film Festival audiences a real sense of discovery next March. MIFF documentary programmer Thom Powers is texting me to get over to a party for a new doc, The First Rasta, about Jamaican seaman Leonard Percival Howell, who in 1939 founded the first rasta commune. The just-finished film is so new, it's not even in the Festival's market section.  



At the Scandinavian Film opening night cocktail party, I'm happy to learn from Lizette Mygind of the Danish Film Institute that our 2011 MIFF Tribute Awardee Susanne Bier is already shooting her new film - and yes, it's the romantic comedy she told us about on stage at the Gusman this past March at our Miami Tribute to her career and work. I think Bier has wonderful comic instincts, that we haven't got to see much of it through the string of very serious dramas she's made over the past 10 years, so I'm looking forward to seeing her change-of-pace.

Yesterday was my first full day of meetings and screenings - every day has its theme and in hanging out with MIFF Ibero-american programmer Diana Sanchez, it turns out to be a largely Brazil-infused day. Great news that a project I've been tracking since last year has been shot and is in post-production - and I snag a work-in-progress copy from the producer at the Cinema do Brasil stand.   



From there, it's on to the world premiere of Trabalhar Cansa (Hard Labor), the only Brazilian film in the official selection (it's in the Un Certain Regard program). Co-directed by first-time feature filmmakers Marco Dutra and Juliana Rojas, who've made a number of shorts together , it's about a young woman, Helena, starting out her first business, a small neighborhood bodega, except the building she is renting seems cursed, or haunted, or both. Sort of a Little Shop of Horrors: Brazil, without the music or the dentistry. Or the laughs.

The placid, simple atmosphere of Trabalhar Cansa gets increasingly fraught with stress as rancid, smelly goop starts oozing up through cracks in the ceiling, a menacing black dog keeps appearing outside the store and barking ferociously, and cracks and stains in the walls start appearing inexplicably.  Helena's husband loses his job, and falls into depression - and slowly we figure out that the unseen monster is really Captialism itself, and the damage its pressures can do to the human psyche.  It's a brave first work, but I found there to be some oddities in the tone.   



Dutra and Rojas shoot the film in very still, flat tableaux, and I think the film could benefited from a shift to a more enervated tempo as Helena's sweet nature sours under the pressures of the business world, manifested by the increasing horrors that visit her little shop. The expressions on peoples' faces as they stumble out of the theater after one of the most bizarre closing scenes of the year are telling - from Miami Beach Cinematheque founder Dana Keith's pained grimace to the Lincoln Center's director of digital strategy Eugene Hernandez's delighted grin, Trabalhar Cansa will inspire a wide range of reactions.
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04 Jun11

Garage's La Semaine Blogathon / Chicken Heart

by Sarah

 

Hiroshi Shimizu’s Chicken Heart (2002) is a coming-of-age story about three adult men who’ve put off growing up as long as possible. Iwano is a failed boxer-turned-Human Punching Bag: for a small price, frustrated businessmen can release their stress in a two-minute boxing match against an opponent who doesn’t punch back. Maru is a foolish ex-teacher who blows bubbles all day in front of his uncle’s hat store until he is finally required to find a real job, at which point he starts selling hairpieces to balding men on the street. Asada, the oldest member of the group, lives a carefree life of stealing cars and dressing up as a chicken, and ignores any restrictions imposed on him by civilized society. The three friends meet every night to muster up business for Iwano, and to eat oden afterwards at a food stand run by a constantly tinkering shop owner.

 

The men form an intriguing and multi-faceted ensemble, comic for the film’s first half, and tragic for its second. Shimizu’s characterization strategy involves a very slow unfurling of back-story that doesn’t gain momentum until very late in the film, so for the first hour of Chicken Heart, we understand Iwano, Asada, and Maru best by watching their offbeat day-to-day lifestyles and their funny interactions with each other. The men are pathetic by their society’s standards, and at first, the film gently mocks them as they flounder. Maru’s giddy naiveté, obsession with lucky charms, and goofy nervous foibles around women are reminiscent of Michael Scott (albeit after 10 cups of coffee), who likewise is funny when he’s filled with unwarranted confidence, but actually quite sad whenever forced to recognize his own inadequacies.

 

Asada’s comic role is quite the opposite of Maru’s. Where Maru’s great desire is to please the people he loves and fit into Tokyo society, Asada has completely abandoned his respect for convention, and lives without concern for either social or legal protocol. During the friends’ nightly dinners he throws Maru’s toys into a soup vat and repeatedly steals an annoying police officer’s bicycle. At a party with Maru’s love interest, Asada randomly grabs a fire extinguisher and starts blasting the guests at the table. Iwano, the film’s most important but most slowly revealed character, describes Asada as his hero. Admiringly he says, “[Asada is] capable of doing anything.” Iwano, the silent Human Punching Bag, is the heart of Shimizu’s film. The comedy of his life is very dark, and its tone switches markedly to tragedy the moment, at the dead center of the film, that Asada asks Iwano why he doesn’t strike back when he’s hit. After this conversation, Shimizu’s three characters stop acting as comic archetypes, and begin the hard and seemingly futile task of trying to become more fulfilled people.



Chicken Heart is structured around a metaphorical image that both opens and closes the film: a shot of two men fighting, one an aggressive businessman and the other his servile employee, his “Human Punching Bag”. The film presents this superficial binary between success and failure and then proceeds to rip it apart. Chicken Heart is a movie about becoming an adult in a society where maturity appears endlessly unappealing, for both the bullies and the bullied. In his most impressive moments, Shimizu suggests that these roles are actually indistinguishable. When Maru finally gets a new job – his first step toward life as a self-reliant adult – it is a job that requires him to humiliate strangers and risk getting punched in the face. Maru’s employer is successful, but he is miserable from years of professional tedium, and it is strange to think that the ultimate prize for Maru’s efforts would be to wind up like his joyless boss. Similarly, in a particularly striking scene toward the end of the film, the camera passes over a group of suited business executives standing in parallel lines atop a building. We see that the men are going through “assertiveness training,” in which they uniformly repeat ‘assertive’ phrases spoken by an instructor. I don’t know if such a class actually exists in Japan, but in the context of Shimizu’s film, the use of the word “assertive” feels deeply ironic. The director seems to mock the notion that any professional, even an executive atop a skyscraper, asserts autonomy over his life.



Asada, who fluctuates between moments of insightful lucidity and bouts of apparent insanity, is the only person in Chicken Heart capable of living outside the boxy boundaries of modern adulthood. His desire to leave the civilized world is embodied by his impulsive purchase of a broken motorboat that he dreams of sailing around the world. Asada is Iwano’s only visible father figure, and Iwano’s journey into manhood is consistently guided by his admiration for Asada’s fearlessness. However, both Iwano and the viewer must eventually ask if it truly possible to sail away from the world by any means besides death.

 

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24 May11

Garage's La Semaine Blogathon / On Board

by Blue K, Custodian of the Cinema


In Turkish filmmaker Serdar Akar’s On Board, the captain and three members of his crew spend the lonely evening hours on a silt-cleaning ship gorging on food and wine and pot. Theirs is a mundane existence of routine. The captain seems to tell the same story every evening of an encounter he once supposedly had with a buxom woman. Time stands still, and they simply live on, filling their bodies with food and medicating their senses with pot.



Then their mundane lives take a surreal turn when one evening one of the four—a younger man simply referred to as Boxer—comes back from ashore beaten and robbed. The four set out on the town to track down the gang of culprits, and they do so to disastrous consequences. The captain strikes a man who gushes blood and passes out. And a foreign prostitute who was in tow with the gang ends up unconscious and in the crew’s custody.



They come back to the ship, and Boxer and Ali, another younger member of the four, eventually take turns raping the attractive prostitute who somehow turns out to be a virgin. This complicates matters as taking a woman’s virginity is an act that requires the man to marry that woman. Kamil, the de facto first mate, takes a passive and amoral stance. He watches the action in hiding and even pleasures himself. The captain, a gruff and often abusive authority figure who still serves as the moral compass and anchor, gets angry and disciplines the two young men.


This is a film in which most of the action that sets up the narrative takes place outside of the diegesis. What we see is the interaction between the characters. We do not know what exactly happened when Boxer supposedly got mugged and robbed. We also do not see all of the action when Ali goes ashore to find out what happened to the gang they encountered and assaulted.



Both stylistically and thematically, the film is highly reminiscent of the Hungarian film The Fifth Seal by Zoltán Fábri. They are both chamber dramas that feature a small tight-knit group of men who must react collectively to events that happen outside—and eventually inside—their claustrophobic settings. Adding to the stressful situation is the presence of the foreign prostitute as a silent and omniscient observer. The captain unties the woman and lets her roam about chaperoned. While this is a kind act, it complicates the matter of how the four will extricate themselves from this moral quandary.



The woman does not understand the Turkish language, so she can only guess at the men’s intentions and conversations through tone and body language. However, it is not entirely dissimilar to our status as the audience, as we also only have partial information. A silent observer privy to all of their actions has a profoundly jarring effect upon the psychology of the men. As odious as what the two young men have done to the woman, the four men as a collective unit serve as a self-regulating being of conscience and do ultimately wish to send the woman back safely.



While the film’s setup tests our suspension of disbelief, the four characters react to the bizarre events in an utterly human fashion. As Aristotle himself argued in his Poetics, the ultimate value of a drama may lie not in the probability of situations but in the believability of the characters’ reactions. And based on this criterion, On Board serves as a nuanced and realistic examination of the entire spectrum of behavior, in all of its depravity and decency, that makes us human.

 

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22 May11

Garage's La Semaine Blogathon / A Random Trey of Shorts

by Blue K, Custodian of the Cinema


The Rapture may or may not be upon us, but we must still trudge along and write about cinema with the hope that such an activity would garner divine approval. I was asked to watch and review three random short films that have premiered at Semaine de la Critique du Festival de Cannes over the years.



Most of us have sat through a safety training video or two at a workplace. The fear of losing the job we so desperately need to pay the bills usually precludes us from laughing out loud through the usual corniness. Forklift Driver Klaus: First Day on the Job is a short parody film from the German duo of Stefan Prehn and Jörg Wagner. As a forklift can indeed be a dangerous machine to operate, the film gets quite bloody and phantasmagoric. But the film’s charm lies in that it never forgets its first and foremost goal of being an enjoyable parody. The short garnered several awards at international festivals and was included as a segment on the World Cinema 16 DVD that featured shorts by arthouse darlings like Guillermo del Toro, Park Chan-wook, Ousmane Sembene, and Guy Maddin among others.



As could be guessed from the title, French filmmaker Vincent Mariette’s 2010 short Man’s Best Friend is a simple film about a man and his dog. Henri is an aging security guard who works with his best friend, an aging rottweiler. Unfortunately, Oedipus has turned narcoleptic and has outlived his usefulness as a security dog. When Henri is ordered by his younger supervisor to get rid of the dog or face dismissal, he has a choice to make. When pushed to the brink, even the usually docile drone can muster up the courage to stand up to the man. To paraphrase Charles Bukowski’s poem A Challenge to the Dark, even a regular joe must hold his last piece of ground and protect the small space he has made that has allowed him life.



Out of the trio of shorts I watched, the clear winner is Pièce Touchée, a 1990 found-footage film directed by the Austrian experimental filmmaker Martin Arnold. In it, a very typical 18 second long segment from a 1950s film gets stretched out to 16 minutes of edited repetitions from slightly different angles. The resulting effect is a mixture of emotions that might be evoked after watching in succession Michael Snow's Wavelength, Guy Maddin's faux black and white affectations, and fellow Austrian avant-garde filmmaker Peter Tscherkassky’s found-footage manipulations.


There was a landmark 1960s project by the social scientist William S. Condon in which he took a four-and-a-half-second segment of film, broke it into individual frames which lasted about 1/45th of a second. Condon repeatedly studied the tape in order to pick up small movements and non-verbal cues in the actions of the three people in the film. This field of research eventually came to be called the study of cultural microrhythms. Then Martin Arnold can perhaps be referred to as a pioneer in the study of cinematic microrhythms, as Pièce Touchée breaks down a most typical film segment and challenges the audience to study the choreographed rhythms.



As Martin Arnold himself has stated, in the cinema of Hollywood, “there is always something behind that which is being represented…and it is exactly that that is most interesting to consider.” And by turning a moment in conventional cinema into an observable super slow-motion dance, Arnold enlightens his audience, helping them recognize the subliminal and ultimately stultifying clichés and rhythms.
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21 May11

Garage's La Semaine Blogathon / Since Otar Left

by Christopher Jason Bell

 

Even though the affinity among siblings can be one of the strongest long-lasting relationships in a person's life, it also has the possibility to be incredibly strenuous and enraging. And sometimes, it's not of the children's doing, which is the case in "Since Otar Left." Here, the elderly Eka puts her son Otar on a pedestal that daughter Marina could never hope to reach, even despite brother's absence and sister's 24/7 job of caring for her maternal figure. It's not exactly exaggerated to say her life would be infinitely more pleasant if she didn't have to hear his name for a week, but once old hard reality hits in the form of a single phone call informing her of her kin's death, petty issues are swiftly forgotten.

 

In a move that recalls the similar 2003 German film "Goodbye Lenin!", Marina and her daughter Ada go to absurd lengths to withhold this information from Eka out of fear that it might break her heart and nudge her closer to her death bed. But whereas "Lenin" took a lighter and often more sentimental approach, "Otar" eschews cuteness in favor of highlighting the repercussions of such a laborious lie, picking apart the "ignorance is bliss" corollary and proving it bunk despite its good intention. This kind of over-protection is explored in the character of Ada as well, who was likely raised under the same principles. The character starts off as a studious goody-goody, but in one of the most believable transformations committed to celluloid, her occasional dabbling in adult situations and brief taste of deviant behavior morphs her into a mature adult by the final reel. She makes her last step into adulthood with the closing of the film, and it couldn't have been more suiting.



At a stalemate is the country of Georgia, a character in its own right that is deeply struck by the fall of the Soviet Union and still shrilling with pain. Dilapidated buildings and dreadful living conditions populate every frame and give the picture a much more melancholy taste, making all of the proceeding events much more hopeless. But Julie Bertucelli is much more optimistic than that, allowing each character to move on naturally without any contrived "coming clean" scenarios or histrionic breakdowns.



Life is full of obstacles which threaten to break us, but at least we have each other.
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20 May11

Garage's La Semaine Blogathon / The Life of the Dead

 

 

 For Arnaud Desplechin, a family gathering becomes a veritable magnetic field of moving electrical charges, the air bristling with energy and agitation. In this, his first feature film, an extended family comes together at the home of a sibling who has attempted suicide, and there they wait for the news. In a film taking less than an hour to unfold, Desplechin charts the two days they are together with the rigor and eye for detail he would develop in his future films. He has a gift for capturing character confrontation quickly and sharply. There is something balletic about the way he negotiates a scene. He prefers to cut on movement, and the rare times when a character is photographed in a single shot, they’re never outside of the action entirely, they’re watching and listening, often in the next moment to be pulled by someone back into the fray.

 


 

For people at a death-watch, this is a quarrelsome group. Soon after gathering, the younger members all head to an upstairs room. The door is closed, a joint is lit and passed around. A girlfriend of one of the cousins is initially mocked. Later, she is hit on by a brother of the victim. Decorum isn’t terribly important to these people. Another studies the x-ray of the victim’s wounded skull, perhaps seeking a clue as to what may have driven his brother to attempt to destroy himself. Though not morose, they are certainly blunt, but nothing like the blunt force trauma found in Maurice Pialat. Recriminations, once uttered, don’t hang long in the air. Tension is just as likely to be diffused with a joke. These moments, vignettes, really, are caught and then the next new one is examined.


 

 An equally gifted writer and director of actors, Desplechin stays close to his figures, alert to changes in expression and tone. Most of the film occurs within the confines of the house. There is no place to go to be alone. In every room, every hallway, an encounter may occur.  Outside it is winter, which matches the very brittle emotions of the family, expressively photographed by Eric Gautier, who was at the beginning of a remarkable career as a cinematographer.  

 

 

 At one point, one of the elders begins reciting lines from Baudelaire’s “Le Voyage”, a poem elegiac and voluptuous. Each of the family has his or her turn continuing the recitation. It’s a splendid moment. In the most difficult times there is always poetry and each other.

 


 

Watch The Life of the Dead on MUBI

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20 May11

Cerise: From Conception to Completion…to Screenings to Cannes

by John T. Trigonis

It’s been over a year since I began a memorable IndieGoGo campaign for Cerise, my latest short film about a former spelling whiz who’s haunted by the word that took him down. I had saved $10,000 over the course of a year teaching at various universities as a freelance (er, adjunct) professor. By crowdfunding on Facebook and Twitter, my team and I raised an additional $6,500 in just under two months. The crew and I shot the film in a mere five days, and after five months of post-production, a test screening of the rough cut, and another month of post, we finally previewed Cerise at The Millennium Film Workshop to a packed house. Since then, we’ve also screened at The Palace Theatre in Danbury, CT, EgoFest in Brainerd, MN, NYC Downtown Short Film Festival and Bergenfield Film Festival in New Jersey.



Here’s a little background on the four Cs and S of Cerise:

Conception:
One night, I was watching the Scripps National Spelling Bee with my girlfriend Marinell (who also happens to be the “Team” I refer so much.) During the show, the announcers highlighted some of the previous winners and what they’ve been up to since their epic wins. Well, being a champion of the underdog, I got to thinking about the losers of the Nationals. What happens to them, I mused, after losing everything to a single word? Days later I finished the script, and Cerise was born.

The script, however, went through a massive rewrite a few days before the shoot thanks to good friend and fellow filmmaker Troy Romeo. Troy helped me to see that no one but me would get certain esoteric Jungian references (my education sometimes gets the better of me when I write!) that were spread throughout the film’s dream sequences (all of which were cut) and that by force-feeding it to my audience, no matter how beautifully painted the imagery would be, the entertainment value of the finished film would suffer.

Crowdfunding
Originally, I was going to do what I normally do when I make a film: Use 100% of my own money. But I wanted Cerise to push the boundaries of my prior short film work, so I figured if I had a little extra cash to spend, I could make an even better film. So my team and I spent some time shooting a pitch video, coming up with interesting perks, including writing an acrostic poem (where each line is a letter of a person’s name) for anyone who contributes $10 or more to Cerise, and launched the campaign in February of 2010. Through constant tweeting, retweeting, Facebook status updates, email blasts and text messages, we were able to raise $6,500, $1,300 over our initial IndieGoGo goal.


Creation
I hired two producers to take care of all the money and “making it happen” matters, Camiren J. Romero and Kejal Kothari, so that, for the first time, I could focus fully on directing and not compromise my vision. We had a crew of about 20 people, catering handled by my brother’s restaurant. My best friend and frequent collaborator Alain Aguilar shot the film using a Sony EX-1 with a Letus 35mm adapter.

It was a trying five days in the trenches of filmmaking, but we all made it out with minimal scars, lots of laughs, and a film we could all be proud of. Here’s a glimpse at what filming Cerise was like (and how much fun it was), shot and edited by our documentary videographer Marinell Montales, who holds myriad other titles as the “T” in Team Cerise:

Completion
As with any no-budget DIY film, the biggest issue will always be audio. After receiving numerous comments about the sound quality during our Big Apple Preview, I decided to bring on board a new sound designer, a classy guy named Sonam Gray, to fix what my other sound designer had done. After another couple months, Cerise was ready to awe an audience both visually and aurally.

Screenings
This is what it’s all about––when all that hard work finally pays off in the end and a filmmaker gets to see his or her work on a big screen for audiences to enjoy.

The Cerise Big Apple Preview
During our NYC Preview back in December, we packed the Millennium Film Workshop in the East Village with nearly 120 people for a free event filled with wine, cheese, shrimp cocktail, and an acoustic performance by Icewagon Flu, the band who wrote and donated the title song of the film, and of course, Cerise. Check out this video of the highlights of the night’s festivities, filmed and put together by Cerise’s Cinematographer Alain Aguilar:


Film Snobbery –– LIVE at The Palace Theatre
We then screened at The Palace theatre in Danbury, Connecticut, courtesy of Film Snobbery. Though the attendance was more modest than that of our NYC Preview, the people of Danbury really enjoyed all of the films screened that day. I had many great conversations with the locals about Cerise, spelling bees, and independent film. The coolest thing ever was after the screening of Cerise and a brief Q&A with producer Camiren J. Romero and myself, host Nic Baisley put on a “Cinema Spelling Bee” in which six people participated, including me!


 John T. Trigonis and Cerise in CT

Audience Choice Screening––NYC Downtown Short Film Festival Cerise screened as part of NYC Downtown Short Film Festival’s Audience Choice Screening, in which movies are screened and the audience votes for which shorts should be shown during the Film Festival in April, which coincides with the Tribeca Film Festival. By promoting like mad on Facebook and Twitter, my team and I were able to muster up a strong amount of supportfor that event. Cerise, by far, received the best reception ever that night, and a few days later got word that our little short was now an “Official Selection” in the 7th NYC Downtown Short Film Festival!


EgoFest 2011
We’ve also screened at EgoFest, the short film and video festival started up by Phil Holbrook in Brainerd, Minnesota. There are lots of lengthists out there––people and programmers who favor feature-length films over shorts, but Phil is a true champion of the short film form, and I’m thankful to have screened at EgoFest yet again (last year two of my films, Perfekt and Speed Musing, screened to a packed house of friends and film lovers.)

Cerise was the final film in the first block of films screened at EgoFest, so Phil asked me if I’d be interested in doing a Q&A via Skype, and I said heck yes! So after the screening, there I was on the big screen in Brainerd, MN answering questions from a very appreciative and inquisitive audience. Lucas McNelly put together an abridged version, which you can check out here:

NYC Downtown Short Film Festival
On April 26th, Cerise was shown at the 7th Annual NYC Downtown Short Film Festival as a result of garnering enough votes from their Audience Choice Screening. It was here that this little film got the greatest audience response yet! I know I said that about the Audience Choice screening, but there’s just something about New York City audiences! And although we didn’t win any awards, it was just such a thrill screening Cerise to such a lively, vibrant audience at Duo Multicultural Arts Center!

Bergenfield Film Festival
On Cinco de Mayo, Cerise screened at Bergenfield Film Festival. Sadly, however, this day of celebration marks our first unsuccessful tryst with the film festival circuit. The audience at the Clearview Cinemas seemed to enjoy the film despite the volume being too low and a few moments of freezing frames and skipping beats because of the shoddy portable DVD players the festival organizers decided to use to screen the films. As with anything, we learn to takethe positive with the not-so-positive, and I took away a few valuable lessons from this whole nightmarish ordeal.

What Dreams May Come…
Most recently, Cerise has become an “Official Selection” at Staten Island Film Festival and will be going to France as part of the Court Métrage (Short Film Corner) at the Festival du Cannes. We’re still waiting to hear from a whole lot of festivals; I’ve submitted Cerise to over 60 festivals and counting with the continued support of our “Film Festival Crusaders” who sponsor a festival listed on our website during our Crusade for Cerise.


 

I’ve got high hopes for Cerise. It’s only my seventh short film, but it’s the one I’m most proud of and represents my best effort as a storyteller, and I’m hoping that this early show of success is a sign of more festivals and greater things to come.
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19 May11

Garage's La Semaine Blogathon / Reconstruction

by Blue K, Custodian of the Cinema


Rome was not built in a day. And the Danish filmmaker Christoffer Boe’s 2003 debut feature, Reconstruction, swiftly robs what little is left of the Eternal City’s claim as the centripetal locus of classical Western ideals. If anything, Boe’s Rome is mythic, one that exists as a mere idea in the mind of the film’s confused protagonist. In a deliberately rudderless film that constantly verges on disintegration, the fall of Rome, in both the classical and the modern sense, symbolizes the end of traditional Western sense of order.


One random evening and out of the blue, Alex, a ruggedly handsome young man with a charming sense of vulnerability, leaves his girlfriend Simone stranded in a subway train to chase after a beautiful stranger named Aimee. He suggests that they flee to Rome together—the Rome of La Dolce Vita and Roman Holiday. It later turns out that Simone and Aimee are played by the same actress; however, the film never tells us whether they are actually the same woman.


Furthermore, Aimee’s husband August happens to be a successful older novelist who also moonlights as the film’s omniscient narrator. Such complications abound in this film, which forces the audience to view classical ideas concerning romance through a lens that has been shattered and reconstructed. What we see are distorted fragments, through which we must try to make sense of what love and romance mean in our age that curiously and uncomfortably promotes both cynicism and fantasy.


Refreshingly enough, Boe somehow succeeds in presenting the film’s disjointed nonlinear meta-narrative in an accessible way. The result is a film that does not indulge in its own incomprehensibility but one that effectively investigates the incomprehensibility of its primary theme. Inventive and avant-garde both textually and texturally, the film smolders in its overtly grainy images and saturated colors. Ultimately, Boe synthesizes influences as disparate as Franz Kafka, Stan Brakhage, and Gaspar Noé to compose a haunting threnody for a bygone world in which people thought they could define love.



As original as the film is in its approach to the exploration of love, one could quibble that it broaches the subject in a patriarchal manner. The entire film, after all, could be the writings of August, a man hopelessly stuck in the era when men like the learned male paramours in Milan Kundera novels defined the concept of love for males and females alike. Or the film could just be a collection of fantasies that all red-blooded straight males like Alex attach to attractive female strangers they encounter in their daily lives. Women are still wooed, wined, and dined. They are still the trophy wives and the objects of men’s sexual fantasies.


Perhaps the kind of chivalrous romance that once existed in the hearts and minds of the Western man can no longer exist as a reality. Boe captures the whole notion as a mirage, in the blurred neon lights of a pretty yet dreary Copenhagen captured on the grainiest celluloid. Even something as fundamental as love has become a mere construct in our postmodern age where nothing stands for what it signifies.
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18 May11

Garage's La Semaine Blogathon / Destricted

by Christopher Jason Bell

 

What are we to make of the omnibus film? We've seen a recent surge both in the production and popularity of these things yet we continue to digest them rather hastily, often with a wave of the hand claiming one or two to be superior and that's that. Of course, with so many directors of differing aesthetic, that sentiment isn't so abnormal (imagine a Wes Anderson fan watching a Michael Haneke segment in a hopefully imaginary omnibus featuring the two - Kinks scored suicides would flood news sites), but these specialized films are supposed to be taken as a sum of their parts, much like older Wong Kar Wai films or even newer examples such as "Jellyfish" where a narrative is split between a few perspectives. So, as a curator hoping to embark on one of these compilation films, what do you do to keep attention? Simple: hire a group of provocateurs and enfant-terribles to make shorts about sex with no restrictions, get banned in the US, and ride the free publicity to success.


Sporting a creative team of heavy hitters such as Matthew Barney, Larry Clark, and Gaspar Noe, "Destricted" takes varying approaches to achieve their mission statement: to unite art and pornography, ultimately asking if one can be considered the other. Because of their agenda, much of the project is quite shocking or disturbing - take, for example, Barney's tree man rubbing his penis against a machine's spinning duct - but audience members have no excuse; if one seeks this film out they should probably have a rough guess as to how squeamish they will be throughout the running time.


Thankfully, though, there's more to it than just shock value. Every piece confronts directly with nudity or various sexual acts, be it by showing a man masturbating in an isolated desert ("Death Valley") or having a woman speak of bizarre sexual traditions ("Balkan Erotic Epic"), thus desensitizing the viewer and making everything seem way less discomforting and more regular. The group seem to be very aware of the fact that people generally partake in more than just by-the-books missionary sex (a sentiment that's even covered in Clark's "Impaled," which interviews/auditions some regular Joe's for participation in a porno), and they do their damnedest to hold camera on even the strangest acts, inciting acceptance.


But there's also something very moving about a few of the sequences, none of which take the easy route to beauty and portray sex as love-making. Instead, they approach it in a different way entirely, where fornication isn't just for love or reproduction or titillation; it's for making an impossible connection possible. Because of its content, the movie's audience will likely be very niche, which is a shame since it's probably the most successful of its ilk.
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17 May11

Garage presents FILM COURAGE with David Branin & Karen Worden Ep.#112

by filmcourage

Garage is pleased to present FILM COURAGE with Karen Worden and David Branin......


 

Filmmaker Laurel Nakadate on LA Talk Radio’s Film Courage (Ep. #112)

Photographer / Filmmaker Laurel Nakadate calls into Film Courage to tell us about her video art with strangers, why she doesn’t read reviews (positive or negative), how her debut feature film Stay the Same Never Change premiered at Sundance Film Festival, and how she handled losing her entire budget days before production on her latest feature The Wolf Knife.


 





 


To connect with Laurel and her work, please visit www.Nakadate.net

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