2007
Director: Mani Ratnam
Viewed: March 30, 2008
Format: DVD - Adlabs (2007)
Archive for March, 2008
Film Diary: Guru
Sunday, March 30th, 2008Film Diary: Atonement
Sunday, March 30th, 20082007
Director: Joe Wright
Viewed: March 28, 2008
Format: DVD - Universal (2008)
Film Diary: Peter and the Wolf
Sunday, March 30th, 20082007
Director: Suzie Templeton
Viewed: March 29, 2008
Format: Television - PBS
Review: Paranoid Park
Wednesday, March 26th, 20082007
Director: Gus Van Sant
Viewed: March 25, 2008
Format: Theatrical Print
A - Director Gus Van Sant, now in his mid-fifties, is enraptured with the psychology of young people. There are few living American filmmakers as unflinching and unabashed in their artistic curiosity towards the teenaged or young adult mind. Van Sant’s new film, Paranoid Park, is more than a reaffirmation of this impulse: it may be his most gently ambitious and conscientious work to date. The film hums with a jumbled, embryonic sensibility that is strangely effective, and often outright devastating. Van Sant’s tangled approach inherently precludes the dramatic ferocity that might have made Paranoid Park a legacy knockout. That said, what the film offers is a valuable, pained glimpse into the adolescent heart of darkness, realized with visual and aural audacity.
Alex (Gabe Nevins) is a doe-eyed Portland, Oregon high school kid who drifts through the fringes of that city’s skateboarding culture. His separated parents are nearing an inevitable divorce. His possessive girlfriend is pressuring him to take her virginity (and soon). School is a bore, and skating is the only thing that holds any interest for him.
Something has happened to Alex, Something Bad. This event compels him to scratch out his memories and reflections in a notebook, and it is these writings that he narrates in a halting voice-over. Paranoid Park is a snarled and meandering film, and by necessity. Alex is telling his own story, and as the kid freely admits, he didn’t do so well in his creative writing class. We sense that he has difficulty organizing and articulating his thoughts even under normal circumstances. In relating the Bad Thing that happened one Saturday night near an illegal skate park, he can barely find his footing. He glosses over significant events, skips around in the chronology, backs up and begins again. His disjointed story is part confession, part therapy, part act of creative defiance.
If Paranoid Park were a straightforward mystery, this stuttering structure might feel cheaply affected and exasperating. Fortunately, Van Sant has created something far more penetrating and determined. This is pensive psychological drama in the fullest sense of the term. Crucially, the nature of the traumatic event in Alex’s tale is revealed at the film’s halfway point, and yet it is not a deflating moment. Van Sant crisply conveys that Paranoid Park is not about the event, but about Alex’s understanding of and responses to it.
The film establishes its interest in the inner world quite literally. Van Sant maintains the focus on Alex in shot after shot. Few directors are confident enough to linger on their protagonist in silent close-up for sixty seconds or more, permitting the camera to search and wonder at what lies behind their eyes. Van Sant often deliberately underlights Alex, capturing him as he ambles or sulks within gray-yellow shadow, evoking a twilight melancholy and menace. The director also splices in skateboarding footage, much of it shot in raw 8mm, to suggest Alex’s state of mind, whether wistful, sullen, or obsessive.
Characters wander into Alex’s field of vision and ours. The adults in his world are frequently off camera, off-center, or out of focus, only snapping into clarity when he shifts his attention to them. Characters speak but he does not hear. One exception is a police detective (Daniel Liu), whose penetrating eyes and cunning questioning unnerve Alex. What does he know, and what does he suspect? Nothing, Alex’s skater friends reassure him. Yet they know even less.
Most of the young actors in Paranoid are unpolished and naturalistic. Nevins’ performance is slightly more studied, but it feels remarkably real in its awkwardness. When he intones, “There’s different levels of stuff” in all seriousness, we’re seduced by the convincing, twisted-up apprehension in such an adolescent faux-insight. There are acting misfires, however. Taylor Momsen as Alex’s girlfriend Jennifer, and Lauren McKinney as his sort-of friend Macy don’t find the same tone as the other performers. Momsen is far too calculated, as though she stepped out of a mainstream teen comedy. McKinney, meanwhile, taints her lines with a self-conscious quality that is distracting.
Paranoid Park lacks a climax or even a clear resolution. The film offers a cathartic release that is more whimper than bang. There’s something a bit soggy and forced about the enterprise that prevents the film from congealing into a true landmark for youth film. I can only describe this problem as a half-hearted striving for accessibility. (The over-the-top intolerability of Jennifer comes to mind as an example of this disappointing tendency.) This inclination contrasts with Paranoid Park’s otherwise stunning insistence on a daring, credible vision.
These are minor quibbles in tone, however. I left the theater musing that Paranoid was a lesser cousin compared to the searing, unblinking glare of Van Sant’s Elephant. Now that I’ve had a day to ruminate on it, I believe this latest film is not only more obviously compassionate, but also a richer and more maturely motivated work. It’s rare for a tale of teen angst to achieve the haunting qualities of Paranoid Park without a parting sucker punch. Here Van Sant wallops us in the middle and then lets Alex and us spend the next hour—indeed, the rest of our lives—getting our breath back.
Review: The Band’s Visit
Tuesday, March 25th, 20082007 (Israel / USA / France)
Director: Eran Kolirin
Viewed: March 22, 2008
Format: Theatrical Print
B - Eran Kolirin’s The Band’s Visit is a film as light as meringue, but with a rich, complex flavor. It rests on the well-worn comedic premise that strangers trapped together in one location invariably provide insight and wisdom to one another. One might term this rule the “Breakfast Club principle” and the films that follow it “anti-road comedies.” In this case, an Egyptian police band finds itself stranded in a backwater Israeli village for one memorable night. Although the story sticks close to the traditional fish-out-water formula, Kolirin’s insightful and nuanced thematic layering adds up to something more rewarding. The resulting film is unexpectedly dense, lovingly rendered, and occasionally laugh-out-loud hilarious.
Owing to confusion over a Hebrew name, the Alexandria Ceremonial Police Orchestra mistakenly catches a bus to a dusty town lacking even a hotel (although it does have a tiny roller disco). The band has a performance scheduled for the following day at a nearby city’s Arab Cultural Center. No buses will arrive until the morning, however. They’re effectively marooned with nothing to their names other than their crisp, sky-blue uniforms and their beloved instruments. Kolirin’s characters fit into familiar archetypes, making this English-Hebrew-Arabic tale easy to follow, if a bit formulaic. The musicians include the severe, patriarchal conductor, Tawfiq (Sasson Gabai), the glum would-be-composer, Simon (Khalifa Natour), and the rash lothario, Haled (Saleh Bakri). The villagers they encounter encompass an alluring restaurant owner, Dina (Ronit Elkabetz), an unemployed family man, Itsik (Rubi Moskovitz), and a hopelessly awkward youth, Papi (Shlomi Avraham).
Fortunately for the hapless band, Dina is a generous soul. She offers up sleeping space for the stranded musicians at her restaurant, her apartment, and Itsik’s home (despite his objections). Over the course of the evening, little dramas and amusing sketches unfold. Most of the musicians make themselves as unobtrusive as possible, while a few vainly wander the village in search of entertainment. It’s fairly easy to anticipate how the various personalities will collide. Vigorous as a greyhound and sensual as a desert cat, Dina is an obvious foil for humorless Tawfiq, and naturally she starts chipping away at his stiff demeanor. Naturally, Simon and Itsik throw one another’s failings and fortunes into perspective. Naturally, a smooth operator like Haled gives Papi some pointers on the art of seduction.
For the most part, The Band’s Visit clicks into place like a smooth, shiny edifice of Lego bricks. On the surface, there’s nothing subversive or exceptional in its components, but as a gratifying comedy its execution is essentially flawless. Consider one memorable scene in a roller disco involving Haled, Papi, and the girl the latter hopes to woo. The scene–captured in one long, ambitious shot–is so broad that it might have been plucked from a Mr. Bean sketch. However, the performances are so perfect that I found myself helplessly smiling, then giggling, then bursting with laughter. Kolirin and his actors have an astonishing sense of comedic timing. Furthermore, they often add a wounded, sympathetic element to characters that might have otherwise been one-note.
The Band’s Visit could have been as sweet and forgettable as chewing gum, but Kolirin’s script and direction masterfully add intricate subtext with economical strokes. The Israeli-Palestinian conflict–and by extension Jewish-Muslim antagonism–is never far from mind, but Kolirin isn’t much interested in browbeating his audience, or in projecting geopolitics onto a personal story. (One blackly humorous exception concerns a musician and villager who wordlessly, ominously clash over the use of a pay phone.) Kolirin’s touch is generally softer, and his ambitions broader. The Band’s Visit alights on several dichotomies: urban and rural, tradition and liberality, utility and beauty. Fortunately, the film never feels overextended or aimless. Kolirin demonstrates remarkable talent in bestowing authentic thematic density on a tale as artificial as Nutrasweet. In short, he makes the contrived feel real.
The performances in The Band’s Visit are quite good, never deeper than they absolutely need to be, but always unerring in tone. The natural standouts are Gabai and Elkabetz, who take command of the film’s heart as Tawfiq and Dina. Gabai renders Tawfiq with the sort of empathetic care that should put most American comedic actors to shame. He knows exactly when to add a second of throat-closing hesitation in the conductor’s responses, exactly how to blink, glance, and purse his lips to convey the man’s starched and pressed emotional landscape. Elkabetz, all frizzed black hair and huge, heavy-lidded eyes, is almost unnaturally seductive–a perilous mirage–but her allure is all the stronger because the actress sells it so effectively. Dina’s cosmopolitan, liberated nature repels as often as it attracts, and puts her at odds with her dismal, conservative environs.
The Band’s Visit is sweet and sentimental, and a tad conventional in places. Nonetheless, it serves up a satisfying helping of sincere laughs, and discovers some justly touching moments. Refreshingly, the film is free of the pompous melodrama that afflicts most road comedies and anti-road comedies. Moreover, Kolirin is skilled at detecting the complicated, humane pulses in seemingly cartoonish characters. His is a comedic filmmaking talent to watch carefully. In the meantime, I suggest enjoying The Band’s Visit for what it is: a savory confection to share with the people you care for.
Film Diary: Hot Fuzz
Monday, March 24th, 20082007
Director: Edgar Wright
Viewed: March 22, 2008
Format: Television - Cinemax
Film Diary: Blades of Glory
Monday, March 24th, 20082007
Directors: Josh Gordon and Will Speck
Viewed: March 22, 2008
Format: Television - HBO
Film Diary: Serenity
Monday, March 24th, 20082005
Director: Joss Whedon
Viewed: March 22, 2008
Format: Television - HBO
Film Diary: The Rules of the Game (La Règle du Jeu)
Sunday, March 23rd, 20081939
Director: Jean Renoir
Viewed: March 23, 2008
Format: DVD - Criterion (2004)
I picked this up on a whim after seeing that it topped the Satyajit Ray Memorial List of the 100 best non-English language films, hosted at Edward Copeland on Film. The Rules of the Game seems so simple at first blush, but it really does suck you in with its unexpected emotional and thematic density. I could sense that this was a film that would offer something new every time I watched it, even as I was watching it for the first time. Definitely a candidate to share as one of my official screening selections.
Film Diary: The Bourne Ultimatum
Sunday, March 23rd, 20082007
Director: Paul Greengrass
Viewed: March 23, 2008
Format: DVD - Universal (2007)