Blancanieves

Blancanieves

Blancanieves (Director: Pablo Berger): Eight years in development, Pablo Berger’s sumptuous black and white silent retelling of the Snow White story was almost derailed when he heard about the release of Michel Hazanavicius’ The Artist. Just a week away from shooting, Berger was alarmed that someone else had beaten him to the punch. Luckily, The Artist went on to much commercial and critical success, even winning the Oscar® for Best Picture at the most recent Academy Awards. The director is hoping that the success of The Artist means that, as he puts it, “there is a space for a black and white, silent film” in the market and in the hearts of modern audiences.

He’s not the only one hoping. Blancanieves is a visually ravishing melodrama that aims to move and not just to amuse its audience. Our story begins in 1910. Famous matador Antonio Villalta is gored badly in the ring, sending his pregnant wife Carmen into premature labour with their first child. Though Antonio survives his injuries, he’s left paralyzed from the neck down. Worse, Carmen delivers a healthy daughter but dies in childbirth. Grief-stricken, Antonio rejects his daughter, leaving her to be raised by her grandmother. Seeing an opportunity to enrich herself, one of Antonio’s nurses sets her sights on his fortune, and has soon become his wife.

Years later, having never met her father, young Carmencita is orphaned a second time when her grandmother passes away. Stepmother Encarna reluctantly agrees to take her in, but banishes her to a rat-filled cellar and forbids her from the second floor of the house where, she suspects, her wheelchair-bound father is kept.

Young Carmencita soon discovers that her father is being horribly neglected by his new wife, who prefers to carry on with her chauffeur. She begins visiting him and learning the tricks of the bullfighting trade, but before long, the pair are discovered and Carmencita is banished again, with threats to her father’s life should she disobey.

Now grown into adolescence, Carmen is shocked one day to be notified her father has been found dead at the bottom of the stairs. Consolidating her gains, stepmother Encarna arranges for the chauffeur to get rid of Carmen the very next day. After strangling and leaving her for dead in a distant river, he returns to Encarna to begin their new life together as owners of all of Antonio’s wealth.

But Carmen is revived and nursed back to health by a traveling troupe of bullfighting dwarves(!). Although she seems to have lost her memory and forgotten even her name, she is soon a part of the gang after she displays some of her skills in the bullring. Word of her fame spreads and soon the group is touring as “Blancanieves y los siete enanos” (despite the fact that there are only six dwarves). As her fame grows, Blancanieves comes to the attention of her stepmother, and their paths are destined to cross again.

Making the inevitable comparisons to The Artist, I’d say that Berger’s film is more daring visually as well as more sensual. There is a rich pageantry and theatricality inherent in bullfighting, as well as the flamenco dancing that was the love of Carmencita’s mother’s life. The variety of musical styles along with the use of different rhythms of film editing make Blancanieves a more formally daring film than The Artist. Berger’s influences are the masters of silent filmmaking from its latter, more developed stage: Gance, Murnau. In the post-screening Q&A, he said that he felt that filmmaking took a huge step backward with the introduction of sound. The heavy sound cameras couldn’t be moved and so shots became much more static.

Although the film is most definitely an homage to the silent era, Berger admits to using hundreds of visual effects, many to do with the bullfighting scenes. He certainly brings some of the spectacle to life, and while no bulls are actually killed onscreen, there are lots of other casualties in the course of the story. By the time the film reaches its inconclusive but not particulary happy ending, the overall sense of melancholy will persist. Despite the melodrama of the story, I was glad he didn’t opt for the standard fairytale ending, though I suspect others will differ. Fans of The Artist, for starters.

P.S. In an interesting coincidence, the actress playing evil stepmother Encarna (Maribel Verdú) bears a striking resemblance to Bérénice Bejo, who played Peppy in The Artist. 🙂

Here is the Q&A with director Pablo Berger from after the screening. Very charming indeed.

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TIFF 2012: My Schedule

For the 18th year, I’ll be attending the Toronto International Film Festival. In addition to my usual ten films, I’ve received five rush vouchers for press and industry screenings. I haven’t figured out all of those yet, but I’ll include the ones I’m fairly certain of attending (with an * before the date). And thanks to Colin Geddes, I’m part of the blogging juggernaut over at the official blog for the Vanguard section this year, so he’s come through with some tickets for those films. And once again, special thanks are in order to the geniuses behind Tiffr, an online scheduling tool that becomes more indispensable each year.

Hope to see some of you at the festival!

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Tower

Tower
Tower screens as part of the Discovery programme. Check the festival web site for screening times and locations.

Tower (Director: Kazik Radwanski): As a fan of the director’s short films, I was curious to see whether his style could sustain a feature-length story. Placing the camera very close to his characters, Radwanski’s films are portraits of isolation. In Tower, we spend the entire film with Derek, a thirty-something loner who still lives in his parents’ basement. He works part-time for his uncle’s construction company while ostensibly pursuing his dream of becoming an animator. But we soon come to realize that his work isn’t very good, and that he’s only got 14 seconds of animation after working on it for months. His parents are endlessly supportive to the point of indulgence. It’s fairly clear they don’t quite understand their son.

Derek is frighteningly disconnected from everyone and everything in his life, and his efforts at flirtation at dance clubs or friendly banter with his co-workers is excruciating. Like Taxi Driver‘s Travis Bickle, what he really needs is a crusade, a mission. Being Canadian, his attempt to “clean up the streets” boils down to ridding his parents’ backyard of a particularly troublesome raccoon who’s been tearing up their garbage.

In the midst of this, he finds himself in an unlikely relationship with a woman he met at a club, but is unable to relate to her for any sustained length of time. The breakup scene is maybe the most awkward moment in a film filled with awkward moments. Derek is used to floating through his life, living in his own head, rejecting anything that seems new or uncomfortable. It’s like a particularly nasty form of arrested development where he’s stuck somewhere in his toddler years, self-centred and anti-social. When he does try to make small talk, it’s with the very meagre scraps of his life that he can articulate, like his animation.

When he finally traps the raccoon, it’s as if he is trying to get in touch with something primal in himself, perhaps his predator instinct. But even in this situation he fails to exert any control, allowing the creature to escape.

Even at less than 80 minutes, Tower feels claustrophobic. Derek’s social missteps and lack of direction are stifling to watch, and his failure to take advice from anyone is maddening to those of us who see his situation with a bit more perspective. Bogart’s performance is raw and real, and Radwanski’s documentary style captures it with immediacy. Tower is not an enjoyable film, but it is an unblinkingly truthful one.

Official site of the film


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Room 237

Room 237
Room 237 screens as part of the Vanguard programme. Check the festival web site for screening times and locations.

Room 237 (Director: Rodney Ascher): I’ll start with a confession. I hadn’t actually watched Stanley Kubrick’s 1980 film The Shining until about two years ago. There were lots of reasons, the main of which was that I was never a real fan of “horror” films. After seeing it, of course, I discovered that The Shining is not the slasher film that I’d anticipated (and feared). Instead, it’s a dense and moody psychological thriller, and the type of film that I actually love. That being said, I may have only seen the film twice in my life.

Which makes me completely different from the motley band of nutjobs and conspiracy theorists who populate Rodney Ascher’s creepy Room 237, each of whom has probably watched the film in slo-mo dozens of times. From the man with the relatively mild theory that the film is really all about the extermination of America’s indigenous population to the guy who’s convinced that The Shining is Kubrick’s cryptic confession to filming the faked Apollo moon landings in a studio, Ascher’s “subjective documentary” turns out be at least as scary as watching Kubrick’s film itself.

Ascher wisely chooses to allow his “theorists” to only be heard in voiceover and never seen. Instead, he uses visuals from The Shining and many other films, including almost all of Kubrick’s other work. The result is deeply unsettling, especially when combined with a rather sinister score. While the various theories can often provoke guffaws of disbelief, the relentless accounting of the film’s eccentricities has an alienating effect that reinforces how weird The Shining really is.

For instance, while not convinced by one of the commentator’s convoluted geography of the hotel’s floor plan, I did become convinced that Kubrick may have purposely messed with the audience’s spatial awareness simply to heighten our sense of unease.

What Ascher’s film demonstrates most ably is the limits of auteur theory when taken to its absolute irrational end. Each of these people is convinced that not only was Kubrick aware of every tiny detail they tease out of the film, but that he alone was the visionary behind each choice. I’m aware that Kubrick may have been a bit of a control freak, but I’d be very surprised if every decision of the cinematographer, editor, production designer and even the actors sprung from the mind of the director.

In the end, while we may come out of Room 237 laughing at these “crackpots,” I’m convinced that for many of us, our next viewing of The Shining will be a lot more terrifying.

Official site of the film

As a bonus, I’m embedding another short “narrative documentary” by the same director, “the shocking, true story of the most terrifying logo of all time.”


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TIFF 2012 Shorts: A (Generous) Selection

If you love short film, I’ll remind you that my next Shorts That Are Not Pants screening will be held on Thursday October 11th at the Carlton Cinemas. Advance tickets are on sale already.

One of the more unique aspects of the Toronto International Film Festival is that its shorts programme is all-Canadian. And it’s a great showcase for young Canadian talent. Some of these filmmakers may go on to make features, but as a lover of the short film format, I urge you to appreciate these films for what they are, tiny stories that can only be told in this way.

I’ve been able to watch a good selection from this year’s six programmes and my notes follow:

Lingo

Lingo (Director: Bahar Noorizadeh, 13 minutes)

Lingo uses a static camera and long shots to sort-of tell the story of a young Afghan boy who inadvertently starts a fire that burns down a neighbour’s house. A misunderstanding lands his non-English-speaking mother an uncomfortable interview with a police interpreter. I want to applaud the daring of the filmmaker, because some of the techniques used are pretty alienating to the audience, but the end result communicates a real sense of confusion and disconnection, even when someone is supposedly speaking your language.

Lingo plays in Short Cuts Canada Programme 1

Life Doesn't Frighten Me

Life Doesn’t Frighten Me (Director: Stephen Dunn, 14 minutes)

The biggest achievement of this film might just be getting both Gordon Pinsent and Sufjan Stevens on board. Pinsent plays the grandfather of Esther, a 13-year-old girl who is mercilessly picked on, even by her “friends.” As her only caregiver, he’s not particularly good at expressing himself, especially when there are “girl things” to be discussed. Though the film began in the key of twee (all the characters dressed in Hallowe’en costumes), it quickly won me over with its relentless toughness, from the absurd cruelty of kids to the harsh advice Esther receives from Grandpa. I love that the end titles are accompanied by a Sufjan Stevens song, too.

Life Doesn’t Frighten Me plays in Short Cuts Canada Programme 2

Asian Gangs

Asian Gangs (Directors: Lewis Bennett and Calum MacLeod, 9 minutes)

Co-director Lewis Bennett revisits an incident from Grade 5, when after a schoolyard fight, his principal warned him to change his ways or he’d “end up in an Asian gang.” Years later, Bennett, as Caucasian as ever, tries to figure out the meaning of the warning. This type of non-fiction “storytelling” short film is very difficult to pull off, and Bennett struggles with the tone, veering from out and out humour to almost public service announcement territory. Re-enacting the fight with his actual opponent is inspired, but talking to a youth worker and a former police officer about gangs bursts the bubble a bit.

Asian Gangs plays in Short Cuts Canada Programme 2

Frost

Frost (Director: Jeremy Ball, 13 minutes)

A young Artic hunter sets out on her own to provide food for her family, but when she goes beyond a boundary, she finds herself in a post-apocalyptic city where everything is unfamiliar. Does food come in packages? Is the whirring and buzzing creature she meets predator or prey? Some very slick visual effects, but this felt somewhat light on story and characterization. That being said, I would welcome a longer version and perhaps a grittier visual style where the artic landscape doesn’t look so much like a well-lit soundstage.

Frost plays in Short Cuts Canada Programme 4

When You Sleep

When You Sleep (Director: Ashley McKenzie, 12 minutes)

While I thought Ashley McKenzie’s last short film, Rhonda’s Party, was well-made, I found the story sentimental and slight. Finally directing her own script, McKenzie has made a very different film. Jessie is pregnant and lives joylessly with Lee in a run-down, rodent-infested apartment. The pregnancy is the thinnest thread keeping them together, and when a rat becomes caught in a trap, there’s a power struggle to see who will “take care of it.” Despite the grim subject matter, I found this quite powerful and I liked the rather horrifying shots of rats scuttling around at night. It’s a powerful image of the darkness that the couple can’t seem to face in the daylight.

When You Sleep plays in Short Cuts Canada Programme 4

The Tape

The Tape (Director: Matt Austin Sadowski, 6 minutes)

The casting of Julian Richings (Hard Core Logo) led me to believe that this tale of a man searching for a VCR to play an old VHS tape would be much darker. Instead, the humour of technological obsolescence isn’t really enough to sustain it and the mawkish ending didn’t really work for me, either. But it’s well-made and it is a refreshing change to see Richings with a smile on his face, even if it is somewhat bittersweet.

The Tape plays in Short Cuts Canada Programme 5

Dear Scavengers

Dear Scavengers (Director: Aaron Phelan, 9 minutes)

Pitch perfect casting and just the right amount of sympathy for its cantankerous main character make this one a winner. Hrant Alianak (Pontypool) plays Hector, the owner of a used-appliance store who’s used to a certain amount of solitude. When a seemingly unending stream of tween girls enter his shop in search of a clue for their scavenger hunt, it leads to a hilarious clash of generations and personalities.

Dear Scavengers plays in Short Cuts Canada Programme 6

Chef de meute (Herd Leader)

Chef de meute (Herd Leader) (Director: Chloe Robichaud, 13 minutes)

In this comedy, the humour is dark indeed. When Clara’s spinster aunt dies suddenly, her family suggest she take in the older woman’s pug, since, as a single woman herself, she has time to take care of it. When even the dog seems to boss her around, she turns to a dog trainer for help. In a hilarious sendup of “The Dog Whisperer,” he encourages her to be more assertive. It’s a lesson she takes to her pushy family members. Ève Duranceau plays the put-upon Clara to neurotic perfection, and the pug turns in a pretty impressive performance, too.

Chef de meute (Herd Leader) plays in Short Cuts Canada Programme 6

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