Friday, September 05, 2014

QUE TA JOIE DEMEURE (Joy of Man's Desiring)

There is, of coure, enormous irony in calling a film about work - or, rather, about labour - Joy of Man's Desiring. The Bach quote is evidently twisted by Canadian Denis Côté in his latest feature, the seventh in a typically zig-zagging career, and one where the director and former film critic twists the documentary form for his own thoughtful, cerebral ends. On the surface, it appears to be a portrait of a number of labour-intensive Montréal working floors - carpentry, laundry, metallurgy - ironically employing mostly immigrants. But it turns out to be another form-defying hybrid, interrogating the contemporary nature of menial work in a radically shifting landscape where work itself is undergoing epoch-making changes, as the apparently spontaneous "conversations" between the "workers" turn out to be recurrent, scripted dialogue spoken by actors and thrown in the middle of actual documentary scenes - as if "work" would itself be just another performance.

     There's a sense that Joy of Man's Desiring does for people what the previous Bestiaire did for animals, observing beings in habitats that are not natural but have been adapted and modified on their behalf; as if the director's eye would be that of an entomologist bemusedly studying the personal lives of some small, insignificant creatures, much helped by Jessica Lee Gagné's crisp, hyper-real digital lensing, heightening and underlining the artificiality of Mr. Côté's construct. Joy of Man's Desiring belongs to the "parallel-track" of smaller-budget, smaller-scale films the Canadian director does in between his more "conventional" narrative fictions such as Vic & Flo Saw a Bear (though, frankly enough, "conventional" is hardly a word you'd apply to his playful, deliberately disorienting style). Though it works as a companion piece to Bestiaire, it's a more abstract, more playful and less acessible work, as thought-provoking but not as exciting, but confirming Mr. Côté pursues an intensely personal path as a director.

Canada 2014
69 minutes
Cast Guillaume Tremblay, Émilie Sigouin, Hamidou Savadogo, Ted Pluviose, Cassandre Emanuel, Olivier Aubin
Director and writer Denis Côté; cinematographer Jessica Lee Gagné (colour); editor Nicolas Roy; producers Mr. Côté, Sylvain Corbeil and Nancy Grant; production company Metafilms
Screened February 7th 2014, Cinemaxx 6, Berlin (Berlinale 2014 Forum press screening)

Thursday, September 04, 2014


There was one great performance holding together Woody Allen's previous film, Blue Jasmine (Cate Blanchett in the title role), and there are two of them in Magic in the Moonlight, a much lighter but equally more disposable follow-up, by newcomers to the director's ever-shifting company of actors. They're the lovely Emma Stone, yet again explaining her dazzling comic timing, and the ever-impeccable Colin Firth, injecting a flush of heart in the stereotypical stiff-upper-lip British fop. Together with a regal Eileen Atkins, note-perfect as an aunt who no longer cares about what others may think, Ms. Stone and Mr. Firth are the real reasons to see Mr. Allen's latest production.

     This time, it's an agreeable but rather forgettable after-dinner mint set in the "roaring twenties" in the South of France, where perfectionist, exacting magician Stanley Crawford (Mr. Firth) is called in to unmask so-called psychic Sophie Baker (Ms. Stone), who has inveigled herself into the household of American steel barons, the Catledges. With magic yet again as a focal device for the plot (as in previous minor Allen entries The Curse of the Jade Scorpion and Scoop), Mr. Allen pits faith and reason against each other in a battle of wits that ends up with Sophie and Stanley falling head over heels for each other.

     Clearly the main reference point (as, indeed, in the afore-mentioned films and many others in the director's oeuvre) is the screwball comedy of the 1930s and its mismatched couples who can't live with each other nor without each other. But the writer/director does not give Ms. Stone and Mr. Firth anything even close to, for instance, what Katharine Hepburn and Cary Grant had to work with in the classic Bringing Up Baby; that they manage to infuse credibility and soul into these half-sketched characters and wit in the laboured, predictable situations is what raises Magic in the Moonlight from a lazy, assembly-line heritage comedy to something approaching a minor work derivative from earlier, better Allen movies. Even the typically excellent supporting cast is given virtually nothing to do - blink and you'll miss the usually so great Marcia Gay Harden, for instance. (And I can't help but think that Mr. Firth's Stanley is a direct take on Rex Harrison's immortal Professor Higgins from My Fair Lady, down to the entirely un-self-conscious misanthropy that shows up towards the film's denouement.)

     Never a true visual stylist, Mr. Allen also seems again to be directing in auto-pilot, his widescreen pans and picture-postcard set-ups aiming at quoting and referencing genre but, along with Darius Khondji's lush, golden-hued lensing, and the period-appropriate work from designer Anne Seibel and costumer Sonia Grande, suggesting instead eye candy to distract from the flimsiness of the plot. There's precious little magic here, though at least the ending comes as a welcome surprise that bucks the bitter trend of the director's recent, more scathing work.

USA 2014
97 minutes
Cast Eileen Atkins, Colin Firth, Marcia Gay Harden, Hamish Linklater, Simon McBurney, Emma Stone, Jacki Weaver
Director and screenwriter Woody Allen; cinematographer Darius Khondji (colour, widescreen); designer Anne Seibel; costumes Sonia Grande; editor Alisa Lepselter; producers Letty Aronson, Stephen Tenenbaum and Edward Walson; production companies Gravier Productions and Dippermouth Productions, in association with Perdido Productions and Ske-Dat-De-Dat Productions
Screened August 27th 2014, UCI El Corte Inglés 12, Lisbon (distributor press screening)

Monday, September 01, 2014


The first triumph of Ira Sachs' follow-up to his acclaimed award-winner Keep the Lights On is that Love Is Strange is neither a stereotypical "problem picture" nor a stereotypical "queer film". In fact, there is very little stereotypical about its unashamedly classic melodrama dressed in contemporary trappings. While, yes, it is a film about life in modern-day New York City, and yes, it does feature a same-sex relationship at its centre, this is not a flag-waving, fist-pumping standard-bearer for gay rights, but a remarkable story about growing old. Mr. Sachs, whose previous work ran the gamut from exciting to middling, seems to have hit the bullseye with this touching, heartbreaking tale of an aging couple who realize time has passed and left them behind, discarded like old heirlooms people don't really look twice at.

     Somewhere between Yasujiro Ozu's delicate miniatures of everyday living and the unabashed handkerchief quality of classic Hollywood - the clearer reference is Leo McCarey's Make Way for Tomorrow - Love Is Strange posits what happens when a happily partnered couple of 40 years find themselves in financial hardship and have to move in with friends and relatives. Music teacher George (Alfred Molina) is fired from his job at a Catholic school for having married his partner of 40 years, retired artist Ben (John Lithgow), meaning they can no longer afford their central New York flat - or, for that matter, any other flat. But neither can they find a place to stay together unless they move to the outer boroughs - impossible for George because of his private students - and the couple ends up separating. George moves in with the (stereotypically gay) couple of much younger police officers next door, creating an unspoken generation gap collision; Ben moves out with his nephew Elliott (Darren Burrows) and his family, becoming the "odd man out" in a household facing internal problems of his own, especially with Elliott's son Charlie (Charlie Tahan), an ill-at-ease teenager whose coming-of-age issues end up as the catalyst for the film's heartbreaking finale.

     That Love Is Strange is such a resonatingly moving experience is, in great part, due to Mr. Sachs' stellar casting and the ensemble's exquisitely tuned performances: Mr. Lithgow turns in a career-best role as Ben, who finds himself utterly lost apart from his other half, and Marisa Tomei, as Elliott's wife Kate, is in fine form as a character that works in some ways as the viewer's surrogate, the relative whose patience and kindness is stretched when dealing with a situation she has no control over. But, beyond that, it's a minutely judged and remarkably controlled melodrama where the same-sex relationship takes a complete backseat to the simplicity and restraint with which it takes up its premise; quaintly old-fashioned in its decision to tell a simple story simply, shockingly modern in its refusal to settle for easy clichés. Love Is Strange is nothing short of a masterpiece.

USA, Greece, Brazil 2014
94 minutes
Cast Alfred Molina, John Lithgow, Darren Burrows, Charlie Tahan, Cheyenne Jackson, Manny Perez, Christine Kirk, Marisa Tomei
Director Ira Sachs; screenwriters Mr. Sachs and Mauricio Zacharias; cinematographer Christos Voudouris (colour); designer Amy Williams; costumes Arjan Bhasin; editors Affonso Gonçalves and Michael Taylor; producers Lucas Joaquin, Jay van Hoy, Lars Knudsen, Mr. Sachs and Jayne Baron Sherman; production companies Parts and Labor in co-production with Faliro House Productions, Film 50, Mutressa Movies and RT Features, in association with the San Francisco Film Society/Kenneth Rainin Foundation
Screened February 6th 2014, CineStar 3, Berlin (Berlinale 2014 Panorama press screening)

Friday, August 29, 2014


We have, literally, been here before - not just in the "hardboiled" crime thrillers whose hold on contemporary imagination persists since its 1940s/1950s introduction and heyday, but also in the stylized, chiaroscuro paneling that acclaimed/controversial artist Frank Miller created on paper with his Sin City series of graphic novels in the early 1990s and Robert Rodriguez impeccably transposed to the big screen nearly ten years ago. There's no doubt Mr. Miller managed to distill the essence of disenchanted, cynical post-war film noir in his visually striking work; there's even less doubt that Mr. Rodriguez's use of modern technology to bring the comics' vision to vivid, graphic life in his 2005 Sin City was an inspired gambit. His use of state-of-the-art technology to recreate the stylized artifice of the stories, having the all-star ensemble cast play against a green screen and placing it in digitally rendered sets straight out of Mr. Miller's artwork, developed into a truly artistic approach at once faithful to the origin material and extraordinarily cinematic.

     But this belated return to the universe of Basin City seems to have lost the "magic touch" of 2005. Though Mr. Rodriguez has always been at his best working within the restraints of "pulp fiction", revelling in the energy and in the tropes of disposable low-grade cinema (as seen in his Grindhouse contributions Planet Terror or Machete), there is a sense both he and Mr. Miller (again co-directing and contributing two new storylines for the film as well) are trying too hard to recapture the drive of the original film and end up not really succeeding.

     Part of it comes from Sin City: A Dame to Kill For being essentially more of the same; it's another set of visually stunning pulp noir tales within the well-codified universe of the genre, but with no discernible difference in approach or storytelling from the previous film. These could very well be "out-takes" from the 2005 production, heightened by the presence of returning cast members that are seriously underused, such as Mickey Rourke's good-hearted lug Marv or Bruce Willis' now ghostly incorruptible police officer (the use of 3D doesn't really add much either).

     Part of it is the creaking narrative: the four stories included aren't really interwoven, turning A Dame to Kill For into a portmanteau of isolated tales connected by the occasional common character and setting, and spending most of its running time on the titular storyline, adapted from one of the earliest Sin City comics. That tale of a Barbara-Stanwyckian femme fatale who seduces men for her own devious ways but makes the mistake of deciding to use the one man who truly loved her is, however, the saving grace of this sequel. Not only a smart riff on the hardboiled genre, it's the most cohesive and most fully realized of the four stories, also features another blisteringly stellar villain performance from the great Eva Green, ably backed by a coiled, moody Josh Brolin as her patsy.

     While there's no denying this is not so much a sequel determined by box-office expectations as it is a film borne out of the genuine desire of its makers to further explore the universe created in 2005, there is also no denying that A Dame to Kill For doesn't really go any further than the original went. It becomes a predictable, over-familiar thrill ride that no longer excites you as it did the first time around.

USA, France, India 2014
102 minutes
Cast: Mickey Rourke, Jessica Alba, Josh Brolin, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Rosario Dawson, Bruce Willis, Eva Green, Powers Boothe, Dennis Haysbert, Ray Liotta, Stacy Keach, Jaime King, Christopher Lloyd, Jamie Chung, Jeremy Piven, Christopher Meloni, Juno Temple, Marton Csokas, Jude Ciccolella, Julia Garner
Directors Robert Rodriguez and Frank Miller; screenwriter Mr. Miller; based on his stories "A Dame to Kill For" and "Just Another Saturday Night"; cinematographer and editor Mr. Rodriguez (b&w with colour elements, 3D); composers Mr. Rodriguez and Carl Thiel; designers Steve Joyner and Caylah Eddleblute; costumes Nina Proctor; co-editor Ian Silverstein; effects supervisor Stefen Fangmeier; special make-up Greg Nicotero and Howard Berger; producers Mr. Rodriguez, Aaron Kaufman, Stephen L'Heureux, Sergei Bespalov, Alexei Rodniansky and Mark Manuel; production companies Aldamisa Entertainment, Troublemaker Studios, AR Films and Solipsist Films in co-production with Davis Films Productions, in association with Dimension Films, Prescience, Altus Media and Prime Focus Films
Screened August 22nd 2014, NOS Alvaláxia 6, Lisbon (distributor press screening)

Tuesday, August 26, 2014


Belief in one's work, the overarching desire to tell this story to the best of one's abilities, an almost irrepressible need to share a tale with the world; all of these are excellent reasons to invest yourself in a film, but are no guarantee that the results will be at the height of the ambitions. Such is the case with veteran German director Edward Berger's return to the big screen after a decade working in television: this well-meaning tale of a ten-year-old who pretty much runs the household while his mother is out and about carousing looks much like a rehash of earlier, better films, halfway between the social problem picture and the small-scale, art-house drama.

     Jack reminds you alternately of the urban, working-class grittiness of the Dardenne brothers, of the poetic look at a child's ability to blend in with her surroundings in Valérie Massadian's Nana, or of the Japanese master Hirokazu Kore-eda's tender, clear-eyed look at children caught in family affairs. In fact, Mr. Berger's film, developed over a few years and co-scripted with actress Nelle Mueller-Stöfen (who is also on-screen) is clearly indebted to Mr. Kore-eda's Nobody Knows while being far too close narratively to Swiss director Ursula Meier's more affecting Sister. As in Ms. Meier's film, the centre of the tale is a young man, Jack (the preternaturally confident Ivo Pietzcker), who lives in Berlin pretty much on his own and takes care of his younger brother Manuel (Georg Arms) while mother Sanna (Luise Heyer), who seems to have no fixed job and is prone to leaving the two kids on their own for days on end. Here, though, Ms. Mueller-Stöfen and Mr. Berger lead the story into a welcome absence of moral judgements, as Jack, taken into a social care center and missing the self-reliance and freedom of his previous life, eventually goes in search of his mother and tries to recapture what he once had.

     Presented as a sort of precocious, speeded-up coming of age tale about a boy forced to grow up way too fast and about to learn the hard way what taking responsibility means, Jack benefits strongly from the dry, matter-of-fact presentation of the narrative and Mr. Berger's attention to his actors, as well as a very strong sense of place. Unfortunately, the overly demonstrative score from Christoph Kaiser and Julian Maas tends to bring out the sentimental whimsy the director is trying to evade, and the general story arc comes out as overly schematic, hitting a number of apparently preset narrative beats that seem to format the film so it can fit in a specific festival, television and/or arthouse slot. It's honest, well-meaning, but ultimately utterly anonymous.

Germany 2014
102 minutes
Cast Ivo Pietzcker, Georg Arms, Luise Heyer, Nelle Mueller-Stöfen
Director Edward Berger; screenwriters Mr. Berger and Ms. Mueller-Stöfen; cinematographer Jens Harant (colour); composers Christoph M. Kaiser and Julian Maas; designer Christiane Rothe; costumes Esther Walz; editor Janine Herhoffer; producers Jan Krüger and René Römert; production companies Port-au-Prince Film und Kultur Produktion in co-production with Cine Plus Filmproduktion, Mixtvision Filmproduktion, Neue Bioskop Film and Zero West Filmproduktion, in association with Hessischer Rundfunk and ARTE
Screened February 7th 2014, Berlinale Palast, Berlin (Berlinale 2014 official competition press screening)

Monday, August 25, 2014


"Oh no, not another film about the Troubles!" You'll be forgiven for thinking this when faced with the synopsis for Brit television veteran Yann Demange's debut feature: a British squaddie just assigned to Belfast in 1971 finds himself lost and alone in the city after an operation goes wrong. But Mr. Demange's dynamic, driven film manages to successfully evade the cliches that lurk throughout Gregory Burke's script, much thanks to an electrifying opening act that throws the viewer right into the heart of the matter and goes a long way towards making up for any later frailties.

     Following the training and deployment of soldier Gary Hook (Jack O'Connell) to Belfast, the film then throws him immediately out of his depth in an urgent run for his life through the back alleys of a city ruled by hate and fear. By looking at it from the point of view of a rank private thrown in way over his head and finding himself alone in enemy territory with no one to trust or look to for help, Mr. Demange immediately sets the film in a zone of constant surprise where anything can happen, much helped by an expert treatment of tempo, pacing and rhythm, lenser Tat Radcliffe's driving visuals moving the tale forward effortlessly. It's quite a start, and as the plot starts developing, involving the complicated shifting of allegiances back and forth, it's evident the director is looking at '71 as a sort of urban western or contemporary resistance movie, with Mr. Radcliffe making the most out of his handheld camera and of the oppressive, claustrophobic warrens of dank corridors, aging pubs and cinder block emptiness where the tale takes place.

     In Mr. Burke's script and Mr. O'Connell's constantly dazed performance, Hook is probably the one true innocent caught up in a corrupt system where he is merely a "useful idiot" and out for a rude awakening about his role as a soldier - as colourfully said early in the movie, it's all about "posh cunts telling thick cunts to kill poor cunts". '71 thus becomes as well an indictment of a period in British society that was trying to hold on to its imperial, colonial mindset without truly realising how much the world had moved on from it.

     For all that, as Hook becomes a lonely prey attempting to survive a full-on predator hunt, the film also relaxes into a more standard thriller mode, even if better handled and more dynamic than usual, before the climax ramps up again the driving energy to match a remarkable first 30 minutes. For most of its length, then, '71 it's a surprisingly accomplished debut, melding together thoughtfulness and action in a way few recent films have done. Don't be surprised if Hollywood comes knocking on Mr. Demange's door.

United Kingdom 2014
99 minutes
Cast Jack O'Connell, Paul Anderson, Richard Dormer, Sean Harris, Martin McCann, Charlie Murphy, Sam Reid, Killian Scott, David Wilmot
Director Yann Demange; screenwriter Gregory Burke; cinematographer Tat Radcliffe (colour, widescreen); composer David Holmes; designer Chris Oddy; costumes Jane Petrie; editor Chris Wyatt; sound designer Paul Davies; producers Angus Lamont and Robin Gutch; production companies Filmfour, British Film Institute, Screen Yorkshire, Creative Scotland, Crab Apple Films and Warp Films
Screened February 6th 2014, Cinemaxx 9, Berlin (Berlinale 2014 official competition press screening)

Friday, August 22, 2014


The film star as all-powerful, all-knowing, all-dazzling deity - now there's a metaphor for super-heroes if there ever was one, which makes it all but unavoidable for a bona fide film star to be the only possibility to play the title character of French "vulgar auteur" Luc Besson's latest attempt at marrying high art and lowbrow genre film. Lucy is a surreal, breathless speed-of-light sugar rush through a series of enticing but half-baked sci-fi concepts that seem to have barely been sketched before the director jetted off to Taiwan to shoot. In the process, Mr. Besson wastes an intriguing premise with legs and a confident, assured performance from Scarlett Johansson, adding another earring to her jewel box of varied, sensual roles.

     Her Lucy is an American party girl enjoying her stay in Taipei until a one-week-stand boyfriend (Pilou Asbæk) forces on her a mysterious briefcase to deliver to a tony hotel. Hijacked against her will into being a courier for crime boss Jang (a woefully underused Choi Min-sik), Lucy accidentally absorbs a huge dose of the crystals into her blood stream; the compound literally storms open the "doors of perception", speeding up the normal evolution of the human brain a billionfold until she can use all of its powers and, in effect, becomes the first of a new species. The name is, of course, not accidental - Lucy is also the name of the Ethiopian fossil skeleton that became the most complete earliest human ancestor ever found.

     Mr. Besson has always been more of a visceral, visual director than a narrative filmmaker, so you'd be forgiven for expecting Lucy to reach a destination, but while he has here decided to go back into the toy box of eye-popping visuals that made him famous in the 1980s, you end up coming out of the film with a slight nausea from too much (eye) candy - it's merely a journey pretty much to nowhere. In the process of becoming a new kind of human being, Lucy has to face off Jang's ruthless henchmen, cueing up a series of spectacularly mindless and often shockingly brutal action setpieces that exist solely as manifestations of the director's visual stylings, obfuscating the lofty ideas that the script espouses.

     In effect, Lucy is a take on 2001 under the guise of a live-action super-hero comic-book, grandiose in its intellectual scope, kick-ass in its visual approach. The idea of your average party girl becoming, in many ways, omniscient and all-powerful works wonderfully as metaphor for the transcendental power of film (let's not forget that Mr. Besson's favourite go-to heroines are strong female leads, from Anne Parillaud's Nikita to Milla Jovovich's Leeloo in The Fifth Element or Marie Bourgoin's Adèle Blanc-Sec).

     But, as always, the director prefers to use story as scaffold instead of throughline; despite a couple of truly moving moments as Lucy realises what fate has in store of her, despite the admiration you may feel for Mr. Besson attempting to deal with serious concepts and philosophical meditations in the framework of a big-budget action film, it all collapses in the director's sensory, indigestive overload of visual tricks, under the weight of long-term accomplice Éric Serra's pompous, overbearing, entirely inappropriate score. It's the work of a clearly talented visual storyteller director having fun with his toy box for the greater glory of an actress at her peak, but it's the cinematic equivalent of fast food: comforting while it lasts, but ultimately unfulfilling.

France 2014
90 minutes
Cast Scarlett Johansson, Morgan Freeman, Choi Min-sik, Amr Waked, Julian Rhind-Tutt, Pilou Asbæk, Analeigh Tipton
Director and screenwriter Luc Besson; cinematographer Thierry Arbogast (colour, widescreen); composer Éric Serra; designer Hugues Tissandier; costumes Olivier Beriot; editor Julien Rey; effects supervisor Nicholas Brooks; producer Virginie Besson-Silla; production company Europacorp in co-production with TF1 Films Production and Grive Productions, with the participation of Canal Plus, Ciné Plus and TF1
Screened August 6th 2014, Piazza Grande, Locarno (Locarno Film Festival opening ceremony)