Tuesday, November 25, 2014


It's not necessary to be a fan of Nick Cave to enjoy the compelling, alluring circumnavigation of his universe that is 20,000 Days on Earth. It may help, granted. But British multimedia artists Jane Pollard and Iain Forsyth, long-time collaborators of the singer, songwriter and writer making here their feature film debut, are not doing a film for devotees; rather, a treatise on the creative impulse and process as seen through the eyes someone who once gave a lecture on "the secret life of the love song".

     This isn't a documentary portrait of the Australian-born singer and songwriter, one of the most literate and accomplished to have come out of the alternative post-punk scene of the late 1970s/1980s, though it does feature a great deal of documentary footage (of rehearsals, studio recordings or live performances). Instead, Ms. Pollard and Mr. Forsyth use his work as an entry way into his world, following what would be a "typical day" in Mr. Cave's life, only one being lived by a composite image of his, assembled for the benefit of the cameras.

     Guided by Mr. Cave's impressively self-analytical voiceover, punctuated by conversations with friends or creative foils behind the wheel of his car, 20,000 Days on Earth unfolds as an attempt to explain the creative process that can only be seen and understood sensorially, not explained away in words or sentences. It reveals the extent to which specific creativity is tied up to each artist's personal history and references, and in Mr. Cave's case it is at the same time refuge and prison, escape and harness, even though recognizing that there is a common centre to an artistic career - the desire to become someone else, bigger and larger than life.

     And, despite the myriad possible reasons that make anyone choose art, there is always an unlikely pairing of inspiration and technique required by creativity, a need to keep hammering away at it, that justifies Mr. Cave's definition, at one point, of artists and songwriters as "technicians of the sacred". That turn of phrase turns out to be the key to this portrait of the artist as a man and of the man as a performer, slyly set up by Ms. Pollard and Mr. Forsyth in the glossy widescreen visuals of a music video, rapturously soundtracked by Mr. Cave and his regular accomplice Warren Ellis, but consistently gnawing at the truth, occasionally painful, always hard-working, underneath the facade.

     It's a performance, they seem to be saying, but there's truth underneath it; you just have to dig quietly and that's what this haunting, utterly spellbinding voyage into the heart of creation is. You don't have to be a Nick Cave fan going in to enjoy it, but you might just as well become one coming out.

United Kingdom, USA 2014
97 minutes
Directors Iain Forsyth and Jane Pollard; screenwriters Mr. Forsyth, Ms. Pollard and Nick Cave; cinematographer Erik Wilson (colour, widescreen); composers Mr. Cave and Warren Ellis; designer Simon Rogers; editor Jonathan Amos; producers James Wilson and Dan Bowen; production companies Filmfour, Corniche Pictures, Pulse Films, The British Film Institute, and JW Films in association with PHI Films and Goldin Films
Screened November 17th 2014, Lisbon (DVD)

Friday, November 21, 2014


Here's the question: why would you want to spend two hours following two grouchy middle-aged comedians traveling around Italy, ostensibly to assess top-shelf Italian restaurants for a newspaper article, but in fact taking stock of where their lives are at the moment and wondering where did things stop going the way they'd wanted them to?

     Of course, it depends on who the grouchy comedians are and on who is tagging along with them. In this case, the comedians are Steve Coogan and Rob Brydon, starring in a sequel to a previous collaboration in the same vein, the very successful The Trip, a hybrid of film and TV series, documentary and fiction that followed them around a gastronomical trip to the Lake District. It's fair to say that there will be a lot of people interested in taking another trip with the pair.

     But, while there's certainly more than just a demand for a sequel as a motivation for The Trip to Italy, its non-descript, uninspired handling and general desultory laziness suggests that nobody really thought much about it. Director Michael Winterbottom has always enjoyed blurring the borders between documentary and fiction, nowhere more than in his previous collaborations with Mr. Coogan (not only in The Trip, but also in the Factory/Tony Wilson biopic 24 Hour Party People or his riff on Tristram Shandy, A Cock and Bull Story).

     Again, the difference between Messrs. Coogan and Brydon as actors and Coogan and Brydon as characters is blurred here, with the actors playing not themselves but alternate-universe versions within a fictional storyline (the purported "real people" that show up during their travels, from Mr. Brydon's wife on the phone to Mr. Coogan's son who joins them at the end, are actually actors playing characters).

     But, by condensing in under two hours material shot for a six-episode TV series, The Trip to Italy doesn't seem so much to move from one tourist stop to the next, as it lurches in a stop-start fashion. No context or location is ever given out to the viewer, the meals are shown but never explained, signalling that the aim is not to make an actual travelogue but to use its structure to journey within its characters' bitter-sweet relationship as they travel through Italy following the footsteps of 19th century poets Byron and Shelley.

     The obvious reference point here is Roberto Rossellini's 1954 Journey to Italy, with British expats Ingrid Bergman and George Sanders sharing an existential road trip, but it quickly becomes clear Mr. Winterbottom is punching in way above his head in openly referencing that classic. Messrs. Coogan and Brydon's rapport makes their push-and-pull, back-and-forth relationship conveniently awkward and brings out the tensions that success and questioning raise, but that uneasy dynamic sits oddly with the extended improvisational riffs on the state of art and acting these days (even if, say, their takes on Michael Caine or Marlon Brando are actually very funny). Almost as if they wanted to have their cake and eat it, too.

     Above all, The Trip to Italy is yet another puzzling reminder of how a director as intriguing as Mr. Winterbottom, and responsible for interesting work such as A Mighty Heart or 24 Hour Party People, keeps churning out films as underwhelming as this. Shot in an utterly indifferent, anonymous way, cutting back and forth between Mr. Coogan and Mr. Brydon in a way that seems to try to create rhythm or action where there is none, not above resorting to picture postcard shots or long lenses to show "yes, they're really there!", it's a "damp squib" of a sequel that will probably appeal only to completists of its stars and director.

United Kingdom 2014
104 minutes
Cast Steve Coogan, Rob Brydon, Rosie Fellner, Claire Keelan, Marta Barrio, Timothy Leach, Ronni Ancona, Rebecca Johnson
Director Michael Winterbottom; cinematographer James Clarke (colour); costumes Lisa Shanley; editors Mags Arnold, Paul Monaghan and Marc Richardson; producer Melissa Parmenter; production companies Revolution Films, Baby Cow Films and Small Man Films for BBC Films
Screened November 15th 2014, Lisbon (distributor DVD screener)

Tuesday, November 18, 2014


"There are no second acts in American lives," said once F. Scott Fitzgerald. In keeping with that motto, the late soul singer James Brown's life story suggests you simply have to make sure the first act keeps going at full speed. The question comes up because director Tate Taylor treats his intriguing (if underachieving) biopic of "the hardest working man in show business" as the tale of an American destiny: the son of poor black Southerners who, basically left to fend for himself, pulled himself up by the bootstraps into a consummate performer and outspoken defender of the black identity. "Say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud".

     Get On Up, whose narrative ends a few years before the singer's death, paints Brown as a man for whom "all the world was a stage", a minutiae-obsessed control freak who strove at all times to be in command of the message but found himself wielding a lot more power than even he would have ever thought. The key line of Mr. Taylor's film, scripted by playwright Jez Butterworth and his brother John-Henry (a regular collaborator), comes at the end: "I paid the cost to be the boss". It's lonely at the top, and in that assumption of both unavoidable loneliness and steely ambition, of "having what it takes", mirrored by its rags-to-riches story arc, Brown is presented as a true American original.

     That is only underlined by the fact that the music is not so much the heart of the film as a means to an end: Brown could have been an actor, an athlete, an engineer, an executive, it just happens music was his line of work. Mr. Taylor and the Butterworth brothers prefer to focus on the push-and-pull of success and integrity, friendship and business, placed against a context where Brown was starting from a losing position - a black artist from poor beginnings, starting his career in the still segregated America of the 1950s. The period context is always present but never pushed forward, working in the background to make understandable what's going on, much helped by master DP Stephen Goldblatt's honeyed images and Mark Ricker's production design.

     Out of this comes the true centre of the film, the lifelong friendship between Brown and Bobby Byrd. Nelsan Ellis is excellent as the gospel singer from a middle-class black family that offers him a shot at making music and ends up both a witness and a victim of the singer's talent and ruthlessness.

     Even though the music isn't necessarily the key to the story, it's still shot with much more care and sensibility than you would expect, with Mr. Taylor's clean, spare handling and Chadwick Boseman's earnest, committed performance as Brown being on the whole extremely well judged. But Get On Up is much more interesting than just that: the Butterworths' script eschews a chronological narrative in favour of a free-flowing back-and-forth between eras in the singer's life, juxtaposed in a sort of "stream-of-consciousness" sequence that sees Mr. Boseman often address the audience directly.

     To everyone's credit, this doesn't come off as either artificial or pretentious, but actually works within the context of an aged star remembering what made his life so special. And that's also the reason why it's a shame that Get On Up seems, at times, too in awe of James Brown's achievements to actually point out the depths he could sink to. In fairness, the film does present him as a cold-hearted, abusive bastard, but it does so mostly within the professional realm and, at almost two and a half hours of screen time, it still treads lightly on his family life and on the multiple accusations of spousal abuse.

     But this is a celebration of a singular talent, rather than a full-on, no-holds-barred biopic, backed by a major Hollywood studio, so there's clearly a strong need for Get On Up to somehow fit the great tradition of musical biopics. Seen in that light, it's really quite impressive that Tate Taylor made something that doesn't merely parrot the "official line" but actually tries to engage the circumstances and the events that surrounded a life in music. Even if it doesn't go all the way, it's a better attempt than most.

USA, Japan 2014
139 minutes
Cast Chadwick Boseman, Nelsan Ellis, Dan Aykroyd, Viola Davis, Lennie James, Fred Melamed, Craig Robinson, Jill Scott, Octavia Spencer
Director Tate Taylor; screenwriters Jez Butterworth and John-Henry Butterworth; based on a story by Steven Baigelman, Jez Butterworth and John-Henry Butterworth; cinematographer Stephen Goldblatt (colour); composer Thomas Newman; designer Mark Ricker; costumes Sharen Davis; editor Michael McCusker; producers Brian Grazer, Mick Jagger, Victoria Pearman, Erica Huggins and Mr. Taylor; production companies Universal Pictures, Imagine Entertainment and Jagged Films in association with Wyolah Films and Dentsu/Fuji Television Network
Screened November 10th 2014, @Cinema, Lisbon (distributor advance press screening)

Thursday, November 13, 2014

PONTS DE SARAJEVO (The Bridges of Sarajevo)

There are very few concepts in modern filmmaking as difficult to pull off and as ungrateful in their results as the contemporary omnibus film - a genre that had its peaks in the fifties and sixties but that has since been usually resurrected for institutional or worthy projects, ending up as mere curios designed by committee.

     On paper, The Bridges of Sarajevo is such a pudding, with a series of producers from all over Europe commissioning a baker's dozen of directors to create shorts inspired by the centenary of the assassination of archduke Franz Ferdinand in Sarajevo that plunged Europe into World War I, with the Bosnian city as a recurring thematic or formal element. The main difference is that The Bridges of Sarajevo has been "curated" by an outside artistic director, French critic and journalist Jean-Michel Frodon, who assembled a rather impressive roster of contemporary European directors, from the well-established to the up-and-coming.

     The first episode, Bulgarian Kamen Kalev's oneiric recreation of the last hours of Franz Ferdinand, sets the ball rolling on a freeform series of meditations on Sarajevo's tortured, pivotal role in European history. But only Mr. Kalev's My Dear Night and Italian director Leonardo di Costanzo's The Outpost, inspired by a short story by Federico de Roberto, are out and out period pieces, with Vladimir Perišić's Our Shadows' Will and German Angela Schanelec's desultory Princip, Text (a disappointing outing by a usually fascinating director) blending the events of 1914 into after-the-fact, contemporary-set essays. After that, The Bridges of Sarajevo pretty much becomes a litany of stories inspired by or derived from the bloody Balkan war that disintegrated the former Yugoslavia during the 1990s.

     As the focus closes in on the painful recent history of Sarajevo, which has by now been the subject of many European films, the project becomes less and less interesting, more hackneyed; the finest skits reference in oblique but interesting ways the inexorable pull of history, like Romanian Cristi Puiu's Das Spektrum Europas, a slow-burn satire that ingeniously devastates European prejudice in a single one-take bedroom shot, or Mr. Perišić's dissociated phantasmagoria of images and soundtrack around the statements made by the 1914 conspirators.

      Others work within a format more close to documentary. Belorussian  Sergei Loznitsa's Reflections is an austere sequence of portraits of fighters in the Balkan wars superimposed on contemporary Sarajevo landscapes; Bosnian Aida Begić's Album is a heartfelt assemblage of flashes of memory and thoughts from folk who survived the conflicts; French actress Isild le Besco's Little Boy is a fly-on-the-wall portrait, neither documentary nor fiction, of a young boy whose daily struggles can be an immense adventure. And then there's the eternal weave of veteran Jean-Luc Godard, whose video-essay The Bridge of Sighs is a mere playful footnote to his many works on the subject of the Bosnian war, Sarajevo and the intersection of modern History with art.

     Generally, the more openly narrative the episode, the least interesting; the absolute nadir is Spaniard Marc Recha's litany of pseudo-poetic clichés about a family relocated to Catalonia, Zan's Journey, whereas Switzerland's Ursula Meier and Portugal's Teresa Villaverde create slender, charming stories that reflect their usual thematic preoccupations but truly bring nothing new to the table.

     The end result of The Bridges of Sarajevo is certainly more cohesive and coherent than most omnibuses tend to be, and there is indeed a stronger throughline, both artistic and thematic, connecting the episodes (beyond François Schuiten's and Luís da Matta Almeida's elegant but overly symbolic animated interludes). But that doesn't make the project any more enticing or exciting; just another institutional omnibus whose inherent worthiness and niceness fails to result in a film artistically or thematically strong or enticing enough for people to get up and see it.

France, Bosnia-Herzegovina, Switzerland, Italy, Portugal, Germany 2014
114 minutes

MA CHÈRE NUIT (My Dear Night)
Cast Samuel Finzi, Gilles Tschudi; director and screenwriter Kamen Kalev; cinematographer Julian Atanassov (colour, widescreen); composer Kaloyan Dimitrov; designer Svilen Nokolov and Marin Panovski; costumes Krasimira Vringova; editor Xavier Sirven; producer Filip Todorov

AU GRÉ DE NOS OMBRES (Our Shadows Will)
Director and screenwriter Vladimir Perišić; cinematographer Simon Beaufils (colour); editor Jelena Maksimović; producers Mirsad Purivatra, Izeta Gradević and Jovan Marjanović

L'AVANT-POSTE (The Outpost)
Cast Gaetano Bruno, Emanuel Caserio, Fortunato Leccese, Emiliano Masala; director Leonardo di Costanzo; screenwriters Maurizio Braucci and Mr. di Costanzo; based on the short story La Paura by Federico de Roberto; cinematographer Luca Bigazzi (colour); designer Giliano Carli; costumes Andrea Taddia; editor Carlotta Cristiani; producer Francesco Virga

PRINCIP, TEXTE (Princip, Text)
Cast Vedad Kovačević, Melisa Kadrović; director and screenwriter Angela Schanelec; cinematographer Reinhold Vorschneider (colour); editor Helle le Fevre

RÉVEILLON (Das Spektrum Europas)
Cast Marian Rălea, Valeria Seciu; director and screenwriter Cristi Puiu; cinematographer Luchian Ciobanu (colour); designer Cristina Barbu; costumes Maria Pitea; editor Ion Ioachim Stroe; producers Mr. Purivatra, Ms. Gradević and Mr. Marjanović

LE PONT DES SOUPIRS (The Bridge of Sighs)
Made by Jean-Luc Godard, Fabrice Aragno, Jean-Paul Battaggia and Paul Grivas

RÉFLEXIONS (Reflections)
Director Sergei Loznitsa; portraits by Milomir Kovačević Strašni; cinematographer Oleg Mutu (B&W); editors Danielius Kokanauskis and Mr. Loznitsa; producer Maria Choustova-Baker

LE VOYAGE DE ZAN (Zan's Journey)
Cast Mak Dzinovic, Zlatko Dzinovic, Muammer Dzinovic, Zenana Brcic; director and screenwriter Marc Recha; cinematographer Diego Dussuel (colour); composer Pau Recha; editor Belén López

ALBUM (Album)
Director and screenwriter Aida Begić; cinematographer Erol Zubčević (B&W and colour); editor Redžinald Šimek; producers Mr. Purivatra, Ms. Gradević and Mr. Marjanović

SARA ET SA MÈRE (Sara and Her Mother)
Cast Sabina Šabiđ Zlatan, Sara Šabić Zlatan, Senaida K.; director and screenwriter Teresa Villaverde; cinematographer Rui Poças (colour); editor Andrée Davanture; producers Pandora da Cunha Telles and Pablo Iraola

LE PONT (The Bridge)
Cast Fatima Nejmarlika, Majo Ivkovic; director and screenwriter Vincenzo Marra; cinematographer Duccio Cimatti (colour); designer Alessandra Mura; editor Massimiliano Pacifico; producer Francesco Virga

LITTLE BOY (Little Boy)
Cast Ulysse, Amina Husic; director and screenwriter Isild le Besco; cinematographer Jowan le Besco (colour); editor Nihad Usanovic; producer Nicolas Hidiroglou

SILENCE MUJO (Silence Mujo)
Cast Vladan Kovačević, Alma Prica, Sead Jesenković; director Ursula Meier; screenwriters Antoine Jaccoud and Ms. Meier; cinematographer Agnès Godard (colour); designer Jasmin Šahinpašić; costumes Emina Kujundžić; editor Nelly Quettier

Concept and direction, François Schuiten and Luís da Matta Almeida; animation directors, Sara Naves and Mr. Matta Almeida

General editor Susana Kounjian; producers Fabienne Servan Schreiber, Laurence Miller, Mr. Purivatra, Mr. Marjanović, Lionel Baier, Jean-Stéphane Bron, Ms. Meier, Frédéric Mermoud, Mr. Virga, Gianfilippo Pedote, Ms. Cunha Telles, Mr. Iraola and Titus Kreyenberg; production companies Cinétévé, Obala Art Centar, Bande à Part Films, Mir Cinematografica, Ukbar Filmes and Unafilm in co-production with the Mission for the Centenary of World War I, France 2 Cinéma, Orange Studio, Rai Cinema, Radio Télévision Suisse and Orange Studio
Screened November 9th 2014, Lisbon (distributor screener DVD)

Wednesday, November 12, 2014


Claudia Llosa won the Berlin Golden Bear with her small-scale, smartly judged sophomore feature The Milk of Sorrow. For her follow-up, the Peruvian director moves confidently into the treacherous territory of an international co-production with a cast of stars toplined by Jennifer Connelly. Aloft's disastrous reception in the Berlinale suggested a case of a director over-reaching, drowning a fragile, under-developed story in self-important bombast; but, though Aloft is not so much a step forward as a step sideways, that is not really the case.

     Prolonging the director's recurring theme of the combat between tradition and progress, faith and pragmatism, Aloft also returns to the concept of belief as a way to make the world right again. Everything in the film's Northern snow setting suggests a muted post-apocalypse, a world getting by as best it can away from civilization, where hope seems in short supply - the fact that Ms. Llosa never really explains the geographic circumstances of her tale is to her credit, heightening the project's "magical realism" credentials in a way that is simultaneously alluring and somewhat hackneyed.

     Mesmerisingly photographed by Nicolas Bolduc in the vast expanses of Northern Canada, Aloft tells two parallel stories. In one, outpost farmer/veterinarian Nana (Ms. Connelly), technically a woman of science, seeks out a local faith healer (William Shimell) in hope he can help the youngest of her two boys, who is terminally ill, realising in the process she too has "the healing touch". In the other, moody falconer Ivan (Cillian Murphy) is convinced by enterprising reporter Jania (Mélanie Laurent) to set out in search of his mother, a faith healer with whom he has broken all contact.

     No prizes for guessing both plots are set in different time frames and will eventually converge, though Ms. Llosa makes them do so in rather tantalizing ways, in a film whose scaffold is entirely built of dichotomies and oppositions: darkness/light, tradition/progress, faith/resignation, certainty/doubt, individual/collective, family/nature, etc. Those oppositions are what has torn the Kunnings apart over time, for no apparent gain, but have also launched their characters in life-defining paths.

     In that sense, Aloft merely extends the questioning of traditional folk superstitions felt in The Milk of Sorrow into a greater, more expansive canvas. Always enveloping and enticing even when not entirely convincing dramatically or narratively, propelled by an ambition that would be praised in other cases, it's the work of a filmmaker growing in formal talent and confidence, even if having bitten more than she could chew.

Spain, Canada, France 2013
112 minutes
Cast Jennifer Connelly, Cillian Murphy, Mélanie Laurent, William Shimell, Peter McRobbie, Andy Murray, Ian Tracey, Oona Chaplin
Director and screenwriter Claudia Llosa; cinematographer Nicolas Bolduc (colour, widescreen); composer Michael Brook; designer Eugenio Caballero; costumes Heather Neale; editor Guillermo de la Cal; producers José María Morales, Ibon Cormenzana and Phyllis Laing; production companies Wanda Visión, Arcadia Motion Pictures and Buffalo Gal Pictures in co-production with Manitoba Films and Noodles Production
Screened February 12th 2014, Berlinale Palast, Berlin (Berlinale 2014 official competition press screening)

ALOFT (Trailer). Directed by Claudia Llosa from MONCHO - COLOURIST on Vimeo.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

LA TERCERA ORILLA (The Third Side of the River)

Celina Murga has found herself quite the godfather in Martin Scorsese, who has been mentoring her over the past few years - but don't expect the Argentine director to follow closely in the footsteps of her mentor. Her taste runs more to oblique, tense moodpieces about teenagers at a crossroads, as shown again in The Third Side of the River, her third feature, a diffuse tale of a young man and his uneasy relationship with his family.

     Instead of being attentive to his teenage son Nicolás (Alián Devetac) really is, father Jorge (Daniel Veronese) seems more interested in trying to shape him in his own image - making this really a coming-of-age story about a boy rebelling against his elders and the path that has been planned out for him. The signals of a dysfunctional family are all dutifully lined up throughout, though their explanation is slightly different than expected: the initial suggestion is Nicolás is the eldest child in a divorced family, but in fact Jorge is still living with his legal wife and son, and Nicolás and his two younger siblings are the recognised offspring of a parallel relationship.

     Even so, Ms. Murga's quietly observational camera and the dutiful, distanced feel we feel in her movies suggest the exact nature of the issues why her work can neither be dismissed nor passionately defended. Though The Third Side of the River is a sensitive and smart film about the confusion and the passion that rages inside a young man ill at ease with his life who resents his father for thinking money solves everything, it never matches that passion in its engagement with the subject. The result is that, halfway through, The Third Side of the River begins to feel schematic, predictable, unable to free itself from a series of auteurist clichés generally connected to coming-of-age tales and to modern Latin American cinema.

     It's a shame, really, because the director's attention both to characters and environment, and her way with mood and disquiet, deserves more than to be reduced to a series of neatly defined formulas. But The Third Side of the River remains simmering for most of its length, not even breaking into a boil when Nicolás' displeasure with his life runs over the brim.

Argentina, Germany, Netherlands 2013
92 minutes
Cast Alián Davatac, Daniel Veronese
Director Celina Murga; screenwriters Gabriel Medina and Ms. Murga; cinematographer Diego Poleri (colour, widescreen); art director Sebastián Roser; costumes Paola Delgado; editor Eliane M. Katz; producers Juan Villegas and Ms. Murga; production company Tresmilmundos Cine in co-production with Rommel Film, Waterland Film and ZDF/ARTE
Screened February 12th 2014, Berlinale Palast, Berlin (Berlinale 2014 official competition press screening)

Monday, November 10, 2014


"Everything will be better once the future arrives". The irony of this sentence is not lost on expatriate Brazilian director Karim Aïnouz, as he creates a somewhat Apichatpong-ese "game of two halves" split between his native Brazil and his adoptive Germany, in the highly uneven but strangely bewildering Praia do Futuro.

      The irony is, of course, that the future has arrived for its characters but it's debatable whether it's the promised better future; and that the film itself, taking its name from the actual beach in Mr. Aïnouz's native city of Fortaleza, mirrors so precisely the fragile and yearning nature of that desire of a better future. It is, after all, a tale of duplicates and mirrors, halves, parts and counterparts, about men straining to live up to their (self) images, its stylized fetishization of masculinity being at once its saving grace and its doom.

     Praia do Futuro develops from the tragic death of a German tourist in the titular beach, where lifeguard Donato (Wagner Moura) fails to save him from drowning. Konrad (Clemens Schick), the deceased's traveling companion, a biking adventurer and Afghanistan vet, survives, and Donato and Konrad strike a lustful relationship out of shared grief and desire. But that affair begins to jab at the lifeguard's own idea of himself, and with the admiration his younger brother Ayrton has for him, as his very own role model of what a man should be.

     In Donato's self-awareness and self-discovery, given a nuanced, brave performance by Mr. Moura, Mr. Aïnouz creates a tale of recognising one's humanity and frailty: the lifeguard has to decide which future he wants to pursue, if he wants to stay and fulfill a role that dazzles his younger brother but to which, after letting one man drown, he now feels unsuited for, or if he wants to leave and rebuild himself elsewhere as someone else.

      What unbalances Praia do Futuro is its striving to go beyond the "queer film" its same-sex relationship seems to want to box it as. Mr Aïnouz wants to speak of a universal experience of taking your life in your hands, of being faced with an epochal moment in your life, but the way it shoots the male body and chooses to be set in a codified world of stock masculinity (lifeguards, soldiers, bikers) almost forces the film to stay within a "queer cinema" trap.

     More to the point, just like its lead character is divided, so is Praia do Futuro divided between being a coming-of-age story and a coming-out story - coming of age as coming out (not necessarily in the sense of one's sexuality but more of one's identity), and coming out as coming of age (becoming the man you really want, or need, to become). All the three leads have to deal with what they want to be and what they are and, in the process, find their place in the world.

     At heart a simple tale of men looking for themselves in a complicated world, Praia do Futuro doesn't really choose which one it wants to be, and that indecision costs it somewhat. It wants to reach for the stars while keeping its feet on the ground. But it transcends its shortcomings through the confident, stylish handling by Mr. Aïnouz and the irrepressible sense of optimism that it projects, the idea that there's something more, something better around the next bend, even if you can't quite see it at first.

Brazil, Germany 2014
107 minutes
Cast Wagner Moura, Clemens Schick, Jesuíta Barbosa
Director Karim Aïnouz; screenwriters Felipe Bragança and Mr. Aïnouz; cinematographer Ali Olcay Gözcaya (colour, widescreen); composer Volker Bertelmann "Hauschka"; art director Marcos Pedroso; costumes Camila Graça; editor Isabela Monteiro de Castro; producers Geórgia Costa Araújo and Hank Levine; production companies Coração da Selva in co-production with Detail Film, Hank Levine Film and Watchmen Productions
Screened February 11th 2014, Berlinale Palast, Berlin (Berlinale 2014 official screening)