tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76904271050041943112024-03-13T20:19:56.698-07:00Cigarette Burns CinemaMonthly cinematic diversions brought to you from the decaying minds of Ed Zed and Josh, the first Monday of every month at The Mucky Pup, London, N1Cigarette Burns Cinemahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11957108590846830699noreply@blogger.comBlogger176125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690427105004194311.post-7714211244769793802012-06-30T09:15:00.001-07:002012-06-30T09:15:37.905-07:00Blogger, it's been fun.Honest it has, and it's entirely you, not me.<br />
But our relationship must come to an end, your inherent html problems are just something I can no longer put up with and understanding them drives me to drink.<br />
It's just not healthy for either of us.<br />
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Hugs and curses,<br />
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<br />Upstarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04959797172330855430noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690427105004194311.post-36916350934142635012012-06-30T04:26:00.006-07:002012-06-30T04:42:04.957-07:00Eastbound and proud - East End Film Festival Cult round up.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>In addition to <a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/215373598585265/">our own little contribution</a> to <a href="http://www.eastendfilmfestival.com/">The East End Film Festival'</a>s <a href="http://www.eastendfilmfestival.com/cine-east-full-programme">Cine-East</a> fringe, the EEFF has gone and programmed a slew of other interesting genre films including the must see TETSUO Double Bill. </i></div>
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<i>Without doubt, London's cinematic landscape is becoming more and more exciting, relevant and challenging with every day that passes. Get on board, go outside the confines of whatever you think film is, and support those that work to bring you cinemagic. </i></div>
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<b>THE CINEMA OF TSUKAMOTO AT EEFF 2012</b></div>
EEFF 2012 is delighted to present restorations of Shin’ya Tsuakamoto’s twisted cyberpunk classics<br />
Tetsuo: The Iron Man and Tetsuo II:Body Hammer, as well his latest film: the stunning, disturbing<br />
Kotoko. The work of a singular filmmaker often compared to David Cronenberg, not to be missed on<br />
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<b>TETSUO: IRON MAN</b> (Shin’ya Tsukamoto, 1989, London Premiere)<br />
A strange man known only as the ‘metal fetishist’ is hit and seemingly killed by a Japanese ‘salaryman’, who then begins to be slowly overtaken by a strange disease that transforms his body into scrap metal, a process guided by his own rage and frustration. Shin’ya Tsuakamoto’s cyberpunk classic is presented here in a brand new restoration.<br />
<i>Screening from 6pm, Saturday 4th July, Hackney Picturehouse.
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<a href="http://www.eastendfilmfestival.com/programme/1997/tetsuo-the-iron-man"><i>Details Here</i></a><br />
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<b>TETSUO II: BODY HAMMER</b> (Shin’ya Tsukamoto, 1992, London Premiere)<br />
Tsukamoto’s sequel to Tetsuo sees his Iron Man transforming into a cyberkinetic gun after a gang of vicious skinheads kidnap his son. Eventually captured himself, they begin experimenting on him only to speed up the mutative process. As powerful, twisted and singular as the first instalment, ‘Tetsuo: The Body Hammer’ is again introduced in a brand new restoration, with Tsukamoto in attendance, in an unmissable double bill.<br />
<i>Screening from 6pm, Saturday 4th July, Hackney Picturehouse.</i><br />
<a href="http://www.eastendfilmfestival.com/programme/2000/tetsuo-the-body-hammer"><i>Details Here</i></a><br />
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<b>KOTOKO</b> (Shin’ya Tsukamoto, 2011, London Premiere)<br />
A single mother, played by Japanese singer Cocco, suffers from double vision that speaks of wider instability, and as she slowly loses grip on reality, struggles to protect both her child and herself. Or perhaps they really are out to get her. Legendary provocateur Shin’ya Tsukamoto (Tetsuo: The Iron Man, see page 20) returns to his best with another tale of dizzying psychological descent.<br />
<i>Screening 8.30pm, Sunday 5th July, Rich Mix.</i><br />
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<b>THE LEGEND OF KASPAR HAUSER</b>(Davide Manuli, 2012, UK Premiere)<br />
Kaspar Hauser is reimagined as an androgynous woman washing up on a Mediterranean island,<br />
kicking off a war between the Sheriff and the Pusher, both played by Vincent Gallo. Davide Manuli’s<br />
barmy Techno Western is a tale of faith, suspicion and flying saucers set to the thudding beats of<br />
techno behemoth Vitalic; the sort of astonishing experience modern cinema rarely manages anymore.<br />
<i>Screening 9pm, Friday 6th July, Hackney Picturehouse. </i><br />
<a href="http://www.eastendfilmfestival.com/programme/1894/the-legend-of-kasper-hauser-la-leggende-di-kasper-hauser"><i>Details Here</i></a><br />
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<b>PARANORMAL ACTIVITIES</b> (Various)<br />
Welcome the the EEFF’s very own X-Files – an unsettling selection of 8 shorts about all things supernatural and uncanny. We’ll be opening our secret vault to unleash invisible demons, abductive aliens, cursed children, zombie mums, possessed walls, haunted submarines, Canadian goat people and a lady who swears she sees dead people. Join us – the truth is out there.<br />
<i>Screening 11.30pm, Saturday 7th July, Rio Cinema. </i><br />
<a href="http://www.eastendfilmfestival.com/programme/2122/paranormal-activities"><i>Details Here</i></a><br />
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<i">See you folks East. </i">Upstarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04959797172330855430noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690427105004194311.post-76617994117057063272012-06-16T10:44:00.001-07:002012-06-16T10:50:37.204-07:00HELLRAISER<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Hellbound and determined, Grant Davies of <a href="http://hotdogcinema.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Hot Dog Cinema </a>takes a look at the first half of the Hellraiser series. Does he find pleasure or pain? </i></div>
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An erotic tour-de-force in horror cinema, which is all the more astounding given that this was <i>Clive Barker</i>’s directorial debut. The film is about man’s search for the dizzy heights of the ultimate physical experience; it’s about an unyielding passion and the exotic refinement of pain & pleasure. This is truly what is meant by adult and intelligent horror. “<b>Hellraiser</b>” also does something which many horror movies of the era failed to do – it bloody frightens you.</div>
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The Cenobite designs are fantastic and the script contains some choice-cuts of cerebral dialogue. Thankfully, ‘Pinhead’ is not the centre of the piece by any means. Indeed, <i>Doug Bradley</i> is merely credited as the “Lead Cenobite”. More importantly, <i>Barker</i>’s direction does not concentrate on our anti-hero Cenobites but rather on the motivations of our painfully dysfunctional cast. Here is where the film really excels and the performances of <i>Claire Wiggins</i> as the ‘evil stepmother’ character and <i>Andrew Robinson</i> as the ill-fated father are the best of the crop. The soundtrack too is a masterpiece, managing to stay hauntingly with you for hours afterward. Indeed, I have always thought that <i>Christopher Young</i>’s score epitomizes any discos that Hell has.<br />
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All in all, a visceral and articulate horror film which shows us where our darkest desires can lead. <br />
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A bold sequel with an ambitious yet awfully muddled script. The gore factor here is much higher than in the original and there are some frankly horrific and disturbing sequences which could perhaps best be described as upwardly ‘nasty’. Unfortunately, director Tony Randel doesn’t pull this one off at all and Hellbound collapses in on itself about half-way through proceedings amongst a plethora of absurd plot moves, incoherent story-telling and ridiculous special effects.<br /><br />There are positives, such as stage-actor Kenneth Cranham’s portrayl of the pleasure-seeking ‘Dr Channard’ and Doug Bradley’s touching memories of ‘Pinhead’ in human-form. Such moments are regrettably few and far between in a film which foregoes the claustrophic setting of family-life in Barker’s original in order to chase some broader ‘good VS evil’ plot device. For me, the film fails miserably in this vision and ends up being nothing more than a hugely disappointing collage of blood-soaked set-pieces.Cigarette Burns Cinemahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11957108590846830699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690427105004194311.post-59624765092739389442012-06-16T10:36:00.004-07:002012-06-16T10:48:08.472-07:00Hellraiser 3: Hell on Earth<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is a film which thrives on over-whelming violence and stunning visuals whilst watering-down the erotic mysticism of the earlier movies in the series. You get the feeling that Pinhead is edging closer to the standard cinema ‘boogeyman’ (Freddy Kruger, Michael Myers etc.) as his killing-spree becomes increasingly indiscriminate. Nevertheless, <i>Anthony Hickox</i>’s direction is both fluid and punchy enabling the movie to hurl itself towards an aesthetically-pleasing finale. <i>Doug Bradley</i>’s performance as the human ‘Pinhead’ is great to watch and adds much-needed depth to a film which lacks the substance of <i>Barker</i>’s original premise.<br /><br />All things considered, the magic of the first “<b>Hellraiser</b>” is a little lacking and we are left with a well-designed but sadly hollow shell of a movie. Despite this, the cynical professionalism of the film manages to land it way above “<b>Hellbound”</b> and many other genre efforts; meaning ‘<b>Hell-on-Earth</b>’ remains a well-made and entertaining franchise filler.Cigarette Burns Cinemahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11957108590846830699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690427105004194311.post-90232011731099359152012-06-16T10:34:00.004-07:002012-06-16T10:49:35.204-07:00Hellraiser 4: Bloodline<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The third – and last theatrically released - sequel in the ‘<b>Hellraiser</b>’ series begins in outer-space and acts as both prequel and sequel. As the former it’s an interesting take but as the latter it’s rather tame. Surprisingly, ‘Bloodline’ is marginally better than you might expect and starts off with an impressively shot opening sequence involving a robot summoning the demon, ‘Pinhead’.<br />
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The movie is steeped in the mythos of LeMarchand’s Box (the box which opens the doorway to hell); and in fact, that box and the story of the family responsible for making the thing, are the stars of the film. Horror film fans will no doubt recognise <i>Kim</i> “<b>A Nightmare on Elm Street Part 2</b> love-interest” <i>Myers </i>playing the wife of the latest in the cursed LeMarchand bloodline. In general though, the cast are dull and even the wonderful <i>Doug Bradley</i>’s one-liners are, by now, more annoying than playful. <br />
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Besides the usual spattering of gore, there isn’t that much to keep anyone but the die-hards interested.Cigarette Burns Cinemahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11957108590846830699noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690427105004194311.post-31073569627831407412012-06-15T01:22:00.000-07:002012-06-15T01:22:58.367-07:00Footprints On The Moon AKA Le Orme (1975)<div class="MsoNormal">
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the type of giallo that fits more neatly into the psychological thriller mould,
rather than the stalk-and-slash/black glove killer variety, where their motive
is usually an inheritance or just plain insanity. The film places you inside
the main character’s head, and asks: Is the paranoia all a sign of their
madness, or is it all really happening? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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at this. Conversely, what saves the film, and why the viewer is drawn into to
watching, is down to the direction, cinematography, music, atmosphere, mood,
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<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Alice Cespi (Florinda Balkan) is
translator who types notes for various scientists. She lives alone in a sleek,
sparse, but modern apartment. When we are introduced to her she gets up,
changes the date on her cube-shaped calendar, showers, makes coffee and gets to
work typing up notes for the current scientist she is assigned to. She then
picks up a friend from the airport on the way to work. While driving with
her friend, Alice tells her about the recurring dreams she has been having
concerning a man left on the moon by his fellow astronauts. She seems to think
it was a film she saw a long time ago. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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last we see of that character. She existed solely so Alice could relay the
exposition about her dreams to someone. Alice then proceeds to the office to
deliver the notes, where the secretary is quite short with her; telling her the
other translator had taken over for her and already turned in the notes. It is
then revealed that Alice has been gone for three days, yet she has no
recollection of this and thinks it’s just the next day. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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until the secretary points to the wall calendar to prove it.
Alice then leaves, with the future of her job in question. She has lunch with
another of her friends, Mary (Evelyn Stewart), who just like the previous
friend is pretty much there as a sounding board. While talking with Mary Alice
uncovers more memories of when she was at the conference three days prior,
translating the speaker’s language into English into a recorder: it’s here that
she undergoes a claustrophobic breakdown and runs out of one of the many
recording booths overlooking the auditorium and the science complex. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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who asks about a grey dress that needs to be taken to the cleaners. They look
through the closet, but there is no grey dress to be found: however, there is a
yellow dress with a small spot of blood that neither of them remembers seeing
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<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">That night, she tries to go to sleep and
envisions more black and white/sepia-toned scenes of Klaus Kinski as Dr.
Blackmann, who it is revealed is running an experiment of some sort involving
the abandoned astronaut, using extreme condtions to test emotional endurance,
panic, and fear. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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takes a tranquilizer, then brings out the ripped photo she found in her kitchen
trash bin that morning. (Apparently, the maid didn’t feel like emptying it that
day.) The photo is torn in four pieces that when put together show the exterior
of a beautiful luxury hotel.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">She decides to go there and packs her
bags (including the yellow dress). She reaches the vacation island
of Gambra and some of the people even recognize her, even though she insists
this is the first time she has ever been there. It is around this point where
we get the feeling of “been there, seen that.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Alice talks with a few people around the
hotel and beach resort, including little Paula (played by Nicoletta Elmi,
ubiquitous child star of ‘70s Italian horror) who, when Alice introduces
herself, claims that they have met before and Nicole is her real name.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Later , Paula says that she was
mistaken, as Nicole has long red hair and is mean and unpleasant. Alice also
talks to a older woman on the beach who might remember her and how Alice was
frightened by the barely visible silhouette of a man in the distance where the
woods meet the beach, not moving just watching her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">People give Alice tidbits of information
before clamming up – they then later shed a bit more light on what she did
or said those three days ago. Then there is the character of Peter, whom Alice
had met previously when she first stepped off the ferry. Are his intentions
good, or is he a part of her troubles? I won’t say, other than the resolution
of his storyline ends in yet another cliche.</span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">The ‘mysterious’ items in the film
(i.e., the yellow dress, the yellow shoes, the long red wig, the gold comb),
while they may add credence to the ‘doppleganger’ theory, are just as quickly
dispersed of as the idea of a doppleganger
in general, because for all I could see there was very little emotional
difference between Alice and Nicole. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Alice is strident at times,
unsympathetic, cold (especially with Peter), to down right hysterical when
yanking on poor Nicole’s arm when she refuses to answer a question. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Balkan, while a good actress in certain
roles, was miscast for this film - the part needed someone with the ability to display
the emotional and mental turmoil Alice
goes through with only a facial expression or gesture. Actresses that may have
provided a better performance would have been Anita Strindberg, or perhaps
Rosella Falk. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">The film’s saving grace are its visuals,
with the compositions and lighting being superb. The island is largely
desolate, which just adds to the general isolation and creepiness. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">In an exterior shot, where Peter has
just dropped Alice off outside the hotel, the sky is a very dark blue. Night is
almost here. We immediately cut to the interior of the hotel. Our view is from
behind the front desk where an extremely bright round orange light dominates
most of the left part of the screen, with the manager in the mid-ground and
Alice in the back at the counter. This demonstrates not only the ability to
contrast light and dark tones, but also a knowledge of colors, as well as the
planes or layers you can use with the depth of field. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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hotel room changing her clothes: in the extreme foreground we have another
round light, glowing a yellowish orange. In the middle is the bed and standing
behind the bed, lined up with the light, with her face half blocked is Alice. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">The rest of the hotel is also lit
beautifully, including the long, almost never ending corridors, and the immense
dining room. The beach has a grey gloomy sky in a few scenes, which again
contributes to a pervading sense of foreboding. Then there is Peter’s house,
with an amazing stained glass window of a crane, light glowing through every
multi-colored piece. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">The very end of <b>FOOTPRINTS ON THE
MOON</b> comes so far out of left field that it is not so much that
it does not fit with what story they trying to to tell, but rather someone
said, “Okay, we have to end this thing. Still got those space suits?” It is
just plain goofy, and I forgive a lot when it comes to Italian genre cinema.
But not this. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Ultimately, I’d recommend spending your
money on a copy of <b>THE FIFTH CORD</b> by the same director
and cinematographer, as<b><i> </i>FOOTPRINTS ON THE MOON</b> is
recommended only for gialli completists, fans of Luigi Bazzoi, and fans of
Vittorio Storaro.</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: garamond; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>Cigarette Burns Cinemahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11957108590846830699noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690427105004194311.post-10810494782934305322012-05-30T08:37:00.000-07:002012-05-30T08:37:27.552-07:00Kaneto Shindo's Onibaba<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-style: italic;">Mere days before the <a href="http://www.bfi.org.uk/whatson/bfi_southbank/film_programme/june_seasons/two_masters_of_japanese_cinema_kaneto_shindo_kozaburo_yos" target="_blank">BFI's retrospective</a> is due to kick off, the sad news of director <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0793881/" target="_blank">Kaneto Shindo</a>'s death is making waves across the web. But the man has left us with an amazing legacy and days of films to get lost in. </span></div>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">Here we look back at one of our favourites. </span></div>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">Onibaba is a glorious and stunning film, and </span><a href="http://newlexicons.blogspot.com/" style="font-style: italic;">Gary Budden</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> tells us why - </span></div>
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I was about sixteen years old and an interest in what lay outside the confines of Hollywood cinema had begun to grow in me; Japanese films held a particular allure for all the predictable reasons that would thrill a teenage mind from Kent – attractive young women from a very different culture being violent, anime like Akira, Ninja Assassin and Ghost in the Shell (with lots of blood / stuff blowing up), and the general cultural cache of being into cult and foreign movies (or what seemed exotic and underground in Canterbury circa 1998).<br />
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I can’t remember where exactly but, I had seen a still from Kaneto Shindo’s Onibaba and read a short review – I think it was the NME (yes, I used to read the NME) – and it was being shown very late on Channel 4 back in the days when Channel 4 still screened things worth watching. This was, of course, before the Film4 Channel, but even now you’re only likely to come across a film like this late night in the schedules after the 809th rerun of ‘Slumdog Millionaire’ that week.<br />
The still, rather tragically, reminded me of the Fighting Fantasy book ‘Sword of the Samurai’ where they had, I retrospectively discovered, nicked the iconic demon mask image from Onibaba for one of their more memorable monsters.<br />
I taped the film that night on my mum’s trusty VHS player and dutifully watched the film, slightly annoyed that I’d missed the first half hour due to various programming mistakes. I’d have to wait many years until the Criterion company, followed by Masters of Cinema in the UK, finally released a decent copy on DVD, so for years I was left with the slightly hazy impression of a wonderful film set entirely in swaying reed beds, sometime in feudal Japan during a vicious civil war, with two women in various states of undress murdering lost samurai, pushing them into a black hole and selling their weapons and armour to get by. Which, it turns out, is actually a rather large part of the film.<br />
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So years pass, I nearly forget about Onibaba but my interest in cinema in all its forms grows and grows, and when I see that demon-mask once more online, I get my hands on the aforementioned Criterion copy (early on I’d worked out the mysteries of multi-region DVD players) and watch Shindo’s art-house horror, properly, for the very first time.<br />
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I am glad to say that it held up to my teenage recollections. Existing in the grey area that makes a film sometimes appears too art-house to horror/cult fans, and too trashy for art-house cineastes, the film focuses on a middle aged woman and her daughter-in-law (whose husband has been killed during the war), who eke out a living in the reed beds from murder and theft. Then a man, Hatchi, arrives, a close friend of the young woman’s deceased husband. A sexual relationship begins to develop between them, threatening to destabilise and ruin the already tenuous relationship between the two women.<br />
The older woman’s sexual jealously becomes, literally, a demonic force in this film; she becomes the very thing she warns the young woman about, personifying destructive lust and corrosive jealousy. Let us just say the demon-mask plays a crucial role in this.<br />
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Visually the film is stunning; in fact it is the most appealing thing about the picture, as the bare bones of the story are rather slender, loosely based on a simple Buddhist instructional tale.<br />
But it’s all in the presentation, and the film’s lustrous black and white photography from director of photography Kiyomi Kuroda is beautiful, as is the marshland location which is as much a psychological landscape as anything; the swaying reeds are only punctuated by the river, the hut of the two women, and the infamous black hole. The setting adds a great deal of physical and metaphorical depth to the simple story, and the entirety of the drama plays itself out within this landscape, culminating in one of the most memorable endings in horror cinema that stayed with me even from my initial shaky VHS viewing all those years ago.<br />
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Kaneto Shindo has made many other films in his long career (he was born in 1912 and is still not dead), such as Children of Hiroshima, the strange feline ghost story Kuroneko (also available from Masters of Cinema), the remarkable, near silent analysis of Japanese island peasants in The Naked Island, before making a lot soft-core erotica during the pinku eiga era; but Onibaba remains his best and most recognisable film. Highly recommended.Cigarette Burns Cinemahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11957108590846830699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690427105004194311.post-47971153729196094632012-04-25T05:48:00.000-07:002012-04-25T05:48:35.761-07:00INCOMING: Ti West's The Innkeepers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Cigarette Burns Cinema is proud to present a special preview screening of <a href="http://www.distribution.metrodomegroup.com/DVD/innkeepers">Metrodome Distribution's </a>upcoming release <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1594562/">THE INNKEEPERS</a>. Originally premièring in the UK as one of the favourites of Frightfest's 2011 line up, The Innkeepers a modern classic as much as it is a homage to films before it. </i></div>
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<i><a href="http://www.thelasttuesdaysociety.org/">Last Tuesday Society's </a>Vadim Kosmos, takes a look - </i></div>
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Innkeepers, wherein, two directionless wage slaves at the near to closure ‘Yankee Pedlar Inn', hoping to distract themselves from the tedium of their minimum wage woes, determine to uncover evidence of the hotel’s vaunted hauntings - only to very much wish they hadn’t.<br />
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Writer/Director/Editor Ti West has cultivated a recent reputation as a film maker who cares about craft; his ‘slow burn’ aesthetic in complete contrast to the current crop of lowest common denominator, attention deficient body count blockbusters and remake rehashes.<br />
His attention to detail and the shimmering production values which emanate from his continued insistence to shoot on film, fly in the face of the post-Blair Witch “Found Footage” film trend.<br />
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Written while still licking his wounds from the tortured experience of writing/directing medium-major studio movie ‘Cabin Fever 2’; West was inspired by the uncanny events experienced by cast and crew while staying at the real life ‘Yankee Pedlar Inn' in Torrington, Connecticut - base camp for the location shoot of his previous indie production, the 80s Satanic period piece ‘House of the Devil’.<br />
Fascinated by the ilk of TV’s ‘Most Haunted’, with its phoney psychics and their hi-tech honchos failing to uncover evidence of phantom phenomena on a weekly basis, West pondered how they would actually cope when confronted with the incontrovertible.<br />
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Written in three days, West’s script creates a convincing portrayal of that specific workplace chemistry of colleagues thrown together by necessity, but which rarely develops into any form of extra-curricular relationship. A scenario, which could have easily generated Kevin Smith-levels of annoyance, is instead deftly handled with a degree of unforced charm by the warm and natural performances of the appealing leads.<br />
Tween movie star Sara Paxton, acting against glamorous type, imparts her character Claire with an unexpectedly awkward, goofy charm; while Pat Healy’s dryly-humoured cynicism fails to conceal his character Luke’s transparent and literally hopeless proximity-crush on the much younger woman.<br />
The lives of the few remaining residents of the Hotel; a single mum, an elderly widower and a faded actress-turned-new-age-spiritualist give warning to the possible fates awaiting the duo if they continue their drifting lives. Kelly McGillis, as fallen movie star Leanne Rease-Jones (partially inspired by ‘House of the Devil’ co-star Dee ‘E.T.’, ‘The Howling’ Wallace), gives a slightly sour, but vulnerable performance one would not have predicted from her days in ‘Witness’ or ‘Top Gun’.<br />
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No ghost movie is complete without its haunted house and this “Slacker Shining” (<span style="font-size: xx-small;">© Mark Pilkington</span>) is no exception. Perhaps this movie’s greatest performance is the ‘Yankee Pedlar Inn' itself, in the role it was born to play.<br />
For a movie where the scares are as much heard as seen, it is fitting that much of the mood is via the mix created by sound designer Graham Resnick.<br />
Minus the impossible architecture of Kubrick’s other famous haunted hotel, West creates an creeping anticipation of terror via slow dolly shots, pauses and clever framing - transforming the homey, rustic charm of the 19th Century hostelry into an environment where every innocent corner hides a wrongness.<br />
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<i>Watch The Innkeepers with us at <a href="http://www.princecharlescinema.com/events/events.php?seasonanchor=cigarette">The Prince Charles Cinema</a> on 24th May details <a href="http://www.facebook.com/events/370588246295697/">here</a>. </i></div>Upstarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04959797172330855430noreply@blogger.com2London, UK51.5081289 -0.12800551.350006900000004 -0.443862 51.6662509 0.187852tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690427105004194311.post-18874714436425918892012-04-14T07:54:00.005-07:002012-04-15T05:32:20.703-07:00THE KILLING OF SATAN (1983, PHILIPPINES) a.k.a LUMABAN KA, SATANAS<div style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: Georgia, serif; ">The Philippines has a cinematic history covering most of what you'd expect, but it's the truly mental excursions through the bizarre where it excels, from some of the more well know Eddie Romero classics and Roger Corman productions to the much loved midget spy <a href="http://cigaretteburnscinema.blogspot.co.uk/2010/10/yes-weng-weng-it-is-that-time.html">For Y'ur Height Only</a>. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: Georgia, serif; ">But they don't stop there, oh no, the Philippines offerings only get more and more peculiar the deeper you dig.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><i>Case in point - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Killing-Satan-Elizabeth-Oropesa/dp/B000TV4PWY">The Killing of Satan</a>. </i></span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dBsmYBmPo_I/T4mTcuSOuuI/AAAAAAAACLA/lMDUb8XHGJo/s1600/killing%2Bof%2Bsatan%2Bposter.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dBsmYBmPo_I/T4mTcuSOuuI/AAAAAAAACLA/lMDUb8XHGJo/s400/killing%2Bof%2Bsatan%2Bposter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731274122475780834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><span>Dir. Efren C. Pinon</span></div><div><span>Written by: Joe Mari Avellana</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; ">One of the more imaginative Filipino Action/Fantasy/Exploitation films out there concerns Lando, a simple, mild-mannered guy who had served time in prison for killing a man that threatened his village. Free and now raising a family, Lando starts to receive messages in his dreams from his Uncle Miguel (the local Holy Man). When his daughter disappears, Lando is forced to join his his Uncle and his followers in their battle against Satan and his disciple, </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">the Prince of Magic.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8VoTXt-gvUw/T4mTdfOA6vI/AAAAAAAACLY/4SjhMvCHQ1E/s1600/Killing%2Bof%2Bsatan%2B4.png" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8VoTXt-gvUw/T4mTdfOA6vI/AAAAAAAACLY/4SjhMvCHQ1E/s400/Killing%2Bof%2Bsatan%2B4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731274135611435762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 222px; " /></a><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"></span></div><div><span>When three goons come into the village looking to kill Lando. While succeeding in shooting him, they also inadvertently kill his young son.</span></div><div><span>Lando is laid to rest in bed, recovering from a bullet wound in his head. While miles away on another island, Uncle Miguel is lying in bed as well, meditating... mentally absorbing Lando's mortal wounds into his own head saving Lando in the process.</span></div><div><span>Now recovered, our hero is drawn to the island by the chanting of his Uncle's devout followers. He, his wife, and his daughter Louisa set forth across the short distance of sea. Heavy, foreboding winds pick up out of nowhere, trying to impede their progress. They make it to the beach and are met by a strange, mute child who leads them across rocky terrain. The top of the cliff explodes, showering boulders upon them. The is forced to take cover, when the dust clears, the mysterious child has vanished. </span></div><div><span>Lando and family are greeted at the village and he is told by Renzo (the second most powerful Magician in the village) that his Uncle has died from a bullet wound, however, he had not been shot.</span></div><div><span>Renzo leads Lando to the shore where his Uncle was buried at sea. Lando rows out, stops, grasping his head in pain from some sort of psionic attack. Shaking it off and continues on. A piece of driftwood bumps the boat. He pushes it away. It floats back. When Lando reaches for it this time, a rotten, grey-skinned hand grabs his arm, and a decomposed corpse bursts out of the water and says in a horrifying voice, "I am your Uncle Miguel!" Only to disappear back into the water. It is some pretty jolting stuff.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gqYHrfknBTU/T4mTeTZ8BvI/AAAAAAAACLw/EL6rsFUgLKU/s1600/Killing%2Bof%2BSatan-hand%2Bbeam.png"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gqYHrfknBTU/T4mTeTZ8BvI/AAAAAAAACLw/EL6rsFUgLKU/s400/Killing%2Bof%2BSatan-hand%2Bbeam.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731274149620090610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 222px; " /></a><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"></div><div><span>While Renzo and Lando are still at the shore, the Prince of Magic and his underlings raid the village for girls. They use their hypno-wheel, magic hand blasts and psionic staring contests to take down the men and carry off the women including Lando's daughter Louisa. The power duo Lando and Renzo return to the village to find the few remaining baddies still left. Renzo instructs Lando to use his hitherto unknown powers, creating a swirling force field from his arm to deflect bullets as well as becoming invincible to the underlings' fisticuffs while his punches do supreme damage. He soon discovers he can use his newfound powers to heal the injuries his wife had sustained when the village was attacked.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IyMHq9yDGlc/T4mTdA9mZPI/AAAAAAAACLM/1x5Qm3ozym0/s1600/killing%2Bof%2Bsatan.png"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IyMHq9yDGlc/T4mTdA9mZPI/AAAAAAAACLM/1x5Qm3ozym0/s400/killing%2Bof%2Bsatan.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731274127489524978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 222px; " /></a><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"></div><div><span>Left with no option but to travel to where servent of Satan, the Prince of Magic dwells, Lando and Renzo must rescue Louisa. Who is being held captive in a cave in an electrified cage full of naked women. Lando fights off the Snake Man and lower henchmen of the cave only to face the Prince of Magic himself. But is overtaken before he can activate his powers and is thrown off a waterfall by the minions. </span></div><div><span>Lando floats unconscious down a river until he comes to a stop at a shore where the little boy from earlier, Nino is waiting. Nino leads him to a small, crumbling stone church where there is an old man (God ?) with long white hair and a beard. He gives Lando a magic staff that, along with Lando's own powers, will be able to destroy Satan.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>With that, Lando treks back to the cave to fight the Prince of Magic, temptation used by Ava, the Sexy Snake Woman; and finally Satan himself, to save his daughter.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HDY6_tKowz4/T4mTdybXT0I/AAAAAAAACLk/PMqw2SI417E/s1600/killing%2Bof%2Bsatan%2528bolder%2Bcrush%2529.png"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HDY6_tKowz4/T4mTdybXT0I/AAAAAAAACLk/PMqw2SI417E/s400/killing%2Bof%2Bsatan%2528bolder%2Bcrush%2529.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731274140767702850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 222px; " /></a><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"></div><div><span>THE KILLING OF SATAN is certainly a fun film. A horror cartoon come to life with sufficient f/x, goofy costumes, and some cool/surreal images i.e. the aforementioned corpse popping out of the water, clear waterfalls turning into blood, the pulsar shields and firing of magic energy from one's hands, and most notably the sequence where a character is completely rolled over by a boulder revealing his body to be a red, pulpy mess only for his head to go right on talking.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span><br /><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IybUFPimw_I" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /></span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>With all this going on how could you not like this movie?</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><div><span>By</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>JUSTIN HUGH DICKINSON</span></div></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span><i>Read more of Justin's wanderings through dusty VHS racks on his <a href="http://jhdickinson.blogspot.co.uk/">OPERATION: 24fps</a> blog. </i></span></div>Upstarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04959797172330855430noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690427105004194311.post-37317980005399840832012-04-09T02:55:00.006-07:002012-04-09T03:17:48.045-07:00Ice Cream Trucks and Dwarves<div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i>It's been a while, so why not return with an undisputed classic? One that is close to many people's hearts, and certainly deserves a revisit - <b>Phantasm</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span >Director<b> Don Coscarelli</b> etches something as close to a real-life nightmare as you are likely to witness on screen. A heroically-bizarre movie including metallic flying-spheres drilling blood-spattered holes in heads and a magical gateway to a sand-ridden planet populated by not just alien but dwarf slaves. '<i><b>Phantasm</b></i>' is an energised cinematic jolt of low-budget horror fantasy.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fNZz2ok_4hQ/T4K186evBCI/AAAAAAAACKw/McYyskqux94/s1600/phan.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fNZz2ok_4hQ/T4K186evBCI/AAAAAAAACKw/McYyskqux94/s400/phan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729341734063637538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"></div><div><span >The plot, if you can call it that, involves a young boy (<b>A Michael Baldwin</b>) and his older brother (<b>Bill Thornbury</b>) who find out that there are very strange goings-on - somewhat akin to body-snatching but suitably crazier - at their local funeral home. The stolen corpses are somehow transformed into the aforementioned undead dwarf slaves in order to serve some alien God...... Of course, at the centre of it all is the mysterious and by now, cult figure, the 'Tall Man' played by the omnipresent <b>Angus Scrimm</b>. Our good guys are completed with the inclusion of a hilarious middle-aged ice-cream vendor and wannabe rock-singer 'Reggie' (<b>Reggie Bannister</b>) - and yes, there is a musical number in here...... Strange enough for you yet?</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OUBtYitOdjM/T4K18s5TbvI/AAAAAAAACKk/OeUu7tqlfLc/s1600/phan2.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OUBtYitOdjM/T4K18s5TbvI/AAAAAAAACKk/OeUu7tqlfLc/s400/phan2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729341730416979698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 223px; " /></a><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"></div><div><span >Whilst certainly not for everyone (particularly if you're the kind of viewer who likes to know what is going on), and if you can forgive the production values and performances, "<b><i>Phantasm</i></b>" is cripplingly joyous entertainment leaving you with a genuine sense of awe for the imagination of <b>Coscarelli </b>and co. The movie runs at one hell of a pace and is infamous for the 'head-drilling' sequence alone, but there is more to savour than the short 88 minute running time would suggest - including a script swollen with cheese, over-acting, motorbikes and achingly unsubtle testosterone. </span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msPeVUWZBnw/T4K1gjBFrxI/AAAAAAAACKY/Z0f0OeI_0d4/s1600/phanoz.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msPeVUWZBnw/T4K1gjBFrxI/AAAAAAAACKY/Z0f0OeI_0d4/s400/phanoz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729341246728941330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i>Australian Lobby Card</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span >Although not as scary as the tagline -"<i>If this one doesn't scare you, you're already dead</i>!" - indicates, there are nevertheless some heart-pounding moments and more than a dusting of 'cheap' shocks (bodies falling out of cupboards, etc.). There's also a fantastic chase sequence between a hearse, or more like an evil-version of the bat-mobile to be honest, and a motorbike. </span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span ><b>Coscarelli's </b>vision is lovingly propelled throughout by an eerie score reminiscent of 'Tubular Bells' but along with the '<b><i>Carrie</i></b>'-esque ending, is where the 'borrowing' ends - "<b><i>Phantasm</i></b>" is a uniquely fascinating movie, directed with panache and original to the point that it could never be understood, let alone forgotten - just like a nightmare.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span ><i>Grant Davies covers similar B grade classics as well as Westerns at his <a href="http://hotdogcinema.wordpress.com/">Hot Dog Cinema</a> blog</i></span></div>Upstarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04959797172330855430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690427105004194311.post-36207163701054726982011-11-26T06:41:00.001-08:002011-11-26T07:46:07.991-08:00Christmas Evil aka You Better Watch Out<div style="color: #eeeeee;">
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.5pt;">"What's this all about then? A film that's never had proper distribution in the UK? I've never heard of it."</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.5pt;">Or perhaps you've heard whispers of it. But trust us when we say this is a magical little holiday film, sitting solidly in many, many people's Top 5 Christmas Films List. Including yours truly's, but don't take my word for it, one <a href="http://www.headbutler.com/music/rock/john-waters-christmasnbsp" target="_blank">John Waters </a>has gone on record stating he'd screen this film at every Waters Christmas Dinner, that's how highly he rates it. </span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.5pt;"><i>But Cigarette Burns is about bringing you flicks, that for whatever reason you've not seen, but really really ought to. If only so you can cherish them as much as we do. So with that in mind, you can't imagine how excited we are to present the UK première of <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0081793/" target="_blank">Christmas Evil</a>, with an iQ&A with director Lewis Jackson hosted by Kim Newman at the <a href="http://princecharlescinema.com/" target="_blank">Prince Charles Cinema</a> on 7th December.</i> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.5pt;">When those winter nights draw in and the seasonal chill burrows into our bones; when all throughout the house no creatures stir, not even the mouse;</span><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.5pt;">we know this can mean but one thing... Saint Nick is coming.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.5pt;">However, the gift-wrapped toys that sit under the evergreen are, undeniably, by-products of selfishness and deceit that we happily pass on to the younger generation.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.5pt;">And when the holidays roll around, so do the opportunistic slasher or creature features, riding the coattails of whatever holiday hype they can to help push their tat. More often than not, this results in less than favourable results.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.5pt;">There have been rare exceptions over the years: gems such as Bob Clark’s early slasher<i> Black Christmas</i>, the brilliant Finnish production<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><i>Rare Exports</i><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>and the criminally overlooked<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><i>Sheitan</i>, starring Vincent Cassel. But none explore the dangers of truly deceiving our children. The innocent children, susceptible to the tales we adults tell them; susceptible to our lazy, disdainful and self-interested ways; these are the darker kinds of realities that the Saint Nick fable perhaps could and should show us.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.5pt;">Which brings us to Lewis Jackson’s dark and twisted, yet frighteningly clear-eyed<i> Christmas Evil,<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></i>or, as he’d prefer it to be known,<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><i>You Better Watch Out</i>. In which our... hero? Harry Standling (played to perfection by Brandon Maggart, none other than Fiona Apple’s father - yeah, go figure) struggles with his inner demons and ultimately, his own inner Santa Claus. One who is kind to the good, but vengeful and angry when faced with those whose hearts are a little less full and caring than perhaps they should be during the Season of Giving.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.5pt;">Jackson</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.5pt;">’s<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><i>You Better Watch Out</i><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>was clearly a project full of passion and drive; in many ways he seems as single minded in his creation as Harry does in his invocation of Santa Claus. After struggling through a difficult underfunded production, the film was ultimately ripped from Jackson’s hands by unscrupulous producers, retitled and relegated to the bottoms of the VHS pound bins -<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span> forgotten and deemed as valueless as copper, like lost change down the back of your sofa. But in recent years<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Jackson<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>revisited his 30 year old property and reclaimed it as his own. He battled the courts and greedy execs, earning the right to present the film as he originally wanted, dreamed and shot it. As the title says, it seems You Better Watch Out.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.5pt;">With his third directorial effort,<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Jackson<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>released on the world an anarchic retaliation to the simplistic capitalistic ideologies to be found in the average Christmas fable. Inspired by<i>Titicutt Follies</i><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>and German expressionist classics like<i><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>M</i>, whilst throwing in a soundtrack by NYC No Wave faces James Chance's the Contortions,<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><i>You Better Watch Out</i><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>is easily one of the best Christmas films, more<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><i>American Psycho</i><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>than<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><i>Silent Night, Deadly Night</i>. It’s no wonder that John Waters claims it’s his favourite Christmas flick ever.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.5pt;">Check out the Facebook Event page <a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=136446596462723" target="_blank">Here </a></span></div>
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It’s somewhat unlikely that SILENT RUNNING should arrive on
Blu-ray with something akin to the fanfare of a returning hero, as it’s always
been a film that’s existed in the shadow of its bigger, more serious brother,
2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY. But thanks to some pretty high profile name-checking
from some of this generation’s most successful and prominent sci-fi film-makers
(Andrew Stanton and Duncan Jones to name two) and a consistent and heartfelt
championing from Mark Kermode (who argues that the film is actually superior to
the more traditionally critically-vaunted 2001) means that SILENT RUNNING is
now slowly achieving the kind of attention from critics and audiences that its
fervent supporters have always argued it should.</div>
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Set in a not-so distant future where rising temperatures have
led to the extinction of all plant life on earth, the film takes place on the Valley Forge, an enormous space freighter where the
remainder of Earth’s forests are being held in bio-domes. The Valley
Forge is populated by a skeleton crew of four, the majority of whom
are bored rigid and eager to return home. The exception is Lowell Freeman
(Bruce Dern), the man tasked with maintaining the forests – highly strung and
with an extremely close bond to plants and nature, Freeman believes religiously
in the importance of his work, and fervently anticipates the day when the
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When the order comes through from high command to destroy
the forests in a cost-cutting measure, Freeman snaps, and risks everything in
order to keep man’s last links to nature alive, enlisting along the way as help
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Comparisons with 2001 are always going to be inescapable for
SILENT RUNNING - partly because they’re two of the most high profile ‘space’
science fiction movies ever made, released within a couple of years of one
another - but mainly because of the shared involvement of Douglas Trumbull. Trumbull provided the
groundbreaking visual effects in Kubrick’s film, whereas on SILENT RUNNING he was
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Trumbull himself has noted that SILENT RUNNING was in effect
conceived as a rejoinder 2001’s cold, clinical vision of science fiction, and Trumbull’s film is likely
to surprise first-time viewers with its earnest, unabashed sentimentality. There
is a child-like quality about the whole film – about Hewey, Dewey and Louie,
about Freeman’s idealism, even the way the crew race around on those
fun-looking modified go-karts – and it’s telling that SILENT RUNNING’s biggest
fans are those who saw the film at a young age. Those of us cynical adults who
have grown up on ALIEN, MOON, SUNSHINE and the DEAD SPACE video games and, yes,
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rated version of space madness a little toothless and insubstantial, and the
scenes of Freeman making friends with the robots somewhat mawkish, particularly
in conjuction with Joan Baez’s hippy-dippy songs, which are just as likely to
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As a story, ultimately SILENT RUNNING doesn’t really hang
together – the dialogue is occasionally overwrought, and there are some pretty
huge plot holes (how can someone be aware of Duck Tales yet not the fact that
plants need sunlight?). There are also big pacing problems – there are large
swathes of the film where very little happens, and while SILENT RUNNING
certainly wouldn’t benefit from shoe-horning in of an action sequence, there
are a few patience testing moments and the film feels a lot longer than its
modest 90 minute running time.</div>
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Despite its many flaws, there’s lots to love about SILENT
RUNNING. Firstly there’s Bruce Dern’s incredible performance as Freeman, all
twitching intensity and wild-eyed prophesising. He looks and sounds like
someone who would collar you at a Grateful Dead concert to tell you about The
Man putting fluoride in the water supply, and as such is unique in the history
of cinematic spacemen. When asked about the genesis of the character Trumbull brilliantly said
(I’m paraphrasing here) “Hey, there’ll be weird people in the future too.”</div>
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The reason that SILENT RUNNING has proved so enduring,
however, is certainly down to it’s world, conceived entirely with ingenious
practical effects before the advent of CGI, and still standing up to scrutiny
today. While 2001 may be regarded as the better film, there’s definitely a case
for SILENT RUNNING being the more influential, particulary in the realm of hard
science fiction. The Valley Forge seems like
an early prototype for the Nostromo; Wall-E’s whole aesthetic borrows heavily
from the whole film, as well as Wall-E himself being clearly descended from
Huey, Dewey and Louie, not to mention R2-D2; and the bored spaceman railing
against the man was replicated to great effect in MOON. And we may never have
seen RED DWARF or MYSTERY SCIENCE THEATER 3000 if it didn’t have the template
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The ingenuity that went into the design of the ‘miniatures’
(the Valley Forge model was 26 feet long), the sets and particularly the robots
(in a genius move, the robots were portrayed by double amputees, giving the
machines a real tactile weight and personality) mean that the world of SILENT
RUNNING is still as exotic, realised and convincing as it was 40 (!) years ago.
There’s no denying that while some moments are overwrought the film does still
pack quite an emotional punch, with the plight of Freeman and the robots and the
ultimate fate of the Valley Forge being
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It’s also great to see a sci-fi film that is so colourful –
so often sci-fi has a washed-out, sterile palette, but SILENT RUNNING is
rendered in vibrant, colourful detail, with the primary colours of the Valley
Forge rec room and Freeman’s space suit, alongside the lush greens of the
forest really brought out by Masters of Cinema’s magnificent, razor-sharp
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The Blu-ray represents another winning effort for Eureka and the Masters of
Cinema label, with benchmark sound and picture quality that is at very least
the best the film has looked since its original 35mm release. Also included is
a fascinating, 60 minute documentary on the making of the film from 1972,
alongside substantial interviews and a commentary with the always engaging
Trumbull and Dern. There’s also a glossy 48-page booklet packed with photos,
interviews and concept artwork, rounding out an extremely impressive release of
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<i>Follow me on Twitter: <a href="http://www.twitter.com/paulmartinovic">@paulmartinovic </a></i></div>Cigarette Burns Cinemahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11957108590846830699noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690427105004194311.post-78984562014715774522011-10-26T08:53:00.000-07:002011-10-26T08:54:01.117-07:00LFF 2011: DREAMS OF A LIFE review<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It’s interesting to note that two of the most feted films at this year’s LFF are haunting studies of urban numbness; first the operatic despair of SHAME and now DREAMS OF A LIFE, an even more disturbing film on account of it being, you know, real life and everything. <br />
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While I have huge respect for the craft of documentary film-making, let’s face it: most of them live or die on the strength of their subject matter, and DREAMS OF A LIFE first and foremost has an incredible story to tell. It’s perhaps the most remarkable subject matter for a documentary since MAN ON WIRE, yet while that film showcased humanity at its best and most hopeful, DREAMS OF A LIFE is an exploration of an occasion where it comprehensively failed. <br />
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In 2003, the body of 38-year-old Joyce Carruthers was discovered in a tiny studio flat overlooking Wood Green shopping centre by members of the council chasing thousands of pounds of owed rent. After doing tests on her body it was ascertained that Joyce had been dead for nearly three years. <br />
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So far, so heartbreaking. But the cruel twist in this story is that Joyce wasn’t a loner, or a societal outcast – she was extremely attractive and outgoing, with an active social life and many friends all over London, not to mention four sisters who were alive and well. DREAMS OF A LIFE interviews many of her colleagues, associates and ex-boyfriends, while also dramatising many of the defining moments in her life in an attempt to make sense of her enigmatic, almost contradictory personality, and to explore why she was able to slip off the societal radar so easily. <br />
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The case of Joyce Carruthers would seem to suggest a total failure of humanity on a par with the Kitty Genovese incident, where a woman was murdered in broad daylight in front of 27 witnesses. But director Carol Morley seems uninterested in pointing fingers and decrying humanity, instead focusing on providing a comprehensive portrait of Joyce as a person. From the beginning, it’s noted that she was a ‘social chameleon’ – changing up friendship groups and moving to different areas of London regularly – and as the film progresses, it is increasingly hinted at that Joyce had serious issues with trust and commitment, and in the end actively wanted to withdraw herself from everyone. I’m not sure which is the most disturbing – that her friends forgot about her or that she felt alienated enough from them to want to disappear. For those of us who live in big metropolitan cities, the case of Joyce would appear to be a chilling confirmation of our darkest fears regarding our ultimate insignificance.<br />
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However, all our evidence on this comes from the people interviewed; these are people who are obviously harboring a significant amount of guilt about the circumstances in which Joyce died, and there’s always the lingering thought that they may be colouring their perceptions of her in order to assuage their own culpability. <br />
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It’s in these interviews with the people that knew her that DREAMS OF A LIFE is at its most riveting. There’s an interesting cast of characters who line up to talk about her, though none are more interesting than her two serious ex-boyfriends: the first, a nebbish, white, balding and incredibly good-natured man who was also her longest and closest friend; and the second, a slick, black, dreadlocked music manager who introduced her to Isaac Hayes and Nelson Mandela. The stark contrast between them only reinforces the view of Joyce as a woman who enjoyed trying to ingratiate into vastly different social groups, while committing to none of them. <br />
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The interviews are presented as if the interviewees have just walked in off the street – we see them learn new revelations about Joyce’s life at the same time that we learn them. The inter-cutting between the talking heads is skillfully done – there’s a great sequence where the interviewees are all unexpectedly played a tape of her voice that is totally gripping. <br />
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I was less convinced about the dramatised aspects while I was watching it, which occasionally seemed needlessly elaborate (the dramatised Joyce watching documentary footage of her real life friends discussing her on her bedsit TV). However, Zawe Ashton gives a good performance as Joyce, and some of the moments are extremely effective – a scene where Joyce sings the entirety of Carolyn Crawford’s ‘My Smile is Just a Frown’ into her hairbrush seemed self-indulgent at first, then tragic in retrospect, and ultimately has haunted me for days afterwards. <br />
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It’s become one of the most-talked about films of the festival, and with good reason: it’s an exceptionally powerful and thought-provoking work. The reaction has led to distributors bringing the release date forward to Christmas, which is certainly an interesting scheduling choice, if an appropriate one. Forget THE GIRL WITH THE DRAGON TATTOO – this is the real feel bad movie of Christmas.Cigarette Burns Cinemahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11957108590846830699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690427105004194311.post-1388273940546038112011-10-26T07:32:00.000-07:002011-10-26T08:54:08.257-07:00LFF 2011: THE KID WITH A BIKE review<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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THE KID WITH A BIKE is another excellent film from Belgian brothers the Dardennes, and as a study of the awkward purgatory between childhood and adolescence it its right up there with its obvious forebears in KES and THE 400 BLOWS. <br />
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11-year-old Cyril (Thomas Doret) spends his days in a children’s home, his mother dead and his father temporarily absent. When he discovers his bike has been apparently stolen, he escapes from the home and sets about searching for it. Whilst on the hunt, he meets a young woman who he forms an immediate and literal bond with (you’ll see) – with his dad still missing, she agrees to look after him on weekends, and thus begins a relationship that proves to be tumultuous but ultimately life-changing for them both. <br />
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The reason why THE KID WITH A BIKE is ultimately so successful is in its total disregard for sentimentality – so often films about childhood descend into saccharine, rose-tinted nostalgia that bears little resemblance to actual experience. The best ones, including the films already mentioned along with more recent examples like WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE and THIS IS ENGLAND, aren’t afraid to show that the being a kid, particularly in the nascent adolescent stage, if filled with as much if not more ugliness and confusion than at any point in their adult lives. <br />
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Cyril is, essentially, a Bad Kid – he attacks and insults people with a frequency and a ferocity that is startling – but as played by Doret he is an immensely watchable screen presence. His tiny, fragile frame and angelic features play in stark contrast to his anti-social behaviour, and as the film progresses we see that, much like Antoine in THE 400 BLOWS, the Kid just can’t catch a break. And when he’s subjected to some intense emotional abuse in the film (which is often), his gruff exterior dissolves into hurt, uncomprehending confusion in a way that is utterly believable and totally heartbreaking .It’s in these moments that we see that instead of being an inherently bad seed, it’s more that there’s something about Cyril’s nature and background that makes his peers and elders assume he’s trouble: as a result, it’s suggested that his abrasive nature is ultimately the result of a self-fulfilling prophecy. <br />
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Not exactly breaking new ground with this story, then, but it’s done with a level of sensitivity and piercing emotional directness that we’ve come to expect from the Dardennes that render it a powerful and rewarding experience. There’s also some delightful moments of humour throughout (including a highly unexpected series of nerdy video game references) and some well-judged supporting performances, including Cecile De France as Cyril’s would-be foster mother, Jérémie Renier as the father ill-suited to caring for him, and Fabrizio Rongione as a sleazy local hood. <br />
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Overall THE KID WITH A BIKE feels less powerful and affecting than something like THE CHILD, but then given the respective subject matter that’s perhaps understandable. One new element of film-making that the Dardennes explore for the first time in this film is non-diegetic music, with mixed results – the operatic strings occasionally feel out of place and instrusive with the film’s almost documentary like sense of realism. Also, although the film is a brisk 90 minutes the film has one too many false endings – however, the film’s final note is absolutely brilliant and the perfect way to conclude Cyril’s story. <br />
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THE KID WITH A BIKE is another brilliant piece of work from the Dardennes, and one that comfortably enters the pantheon of great films about childhood. Be sure to catch it when it goes on limited release early next year. <br />
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<br />Probably the most disappointing film of the festival, this – in my eyes, Cronenberg’s track record is nigh-on flawless, and unlike so many horror directors of his generation time hasn’t dulled his knack for getting under people’s skin, with some his most recent films (Eastern Promises and A History of Violence in particular) being among his best. So my hopes were high for this marriage of a fascinating subject (the birth of psychoanalysis), a great cast (Michael London Film Fasstival and Viggo Mortensen in particular), and one of my favourite directors in A DANGEROUS METHOD. <br /> <br />With such a pedigree behind it, what went wrong? It’s hard to say: A DANGEROUS METHOD is just a tepid, deeply average film, with one, egregiously terrible aspect that drags into down into the just plain bad category. <br /> <br />In the early part of the 20th century Carl Jung (Fassbender) tries out Sigmund Freud’s (Viggo Mortensen) controversial new treatment of psychoanalysis on the disturbed young woman Sabina Spielrein (Keira Knightley), admitted after demonstrating compulsive behavior and undergoing violent fits. The treatment proves successful, and Sabina embarks on a career as a psychoanalyst herself. However, she and Jung have embarked on a tumultuous affair, one facilitated by the arrival and persuasive powers of committed polygamist Otto Gross (Vincent Cassell) – this affair leads to a number tensions and recriminations between Jung and Freud, by now both his friend and intellectual rival. <br /><br />A DANGEROUS METHOD was adapted from a stage play, and it really shows. It’s an extremely talky screenplay – understandably, given the film’s protagonists – but the conversations are surprisingly lifeless and dull - there are also a number jarring shifts between time periods that would work a lot better on stage than on screen. We seem to always jump forward in time by several years every time the story begins to get interesting. <br /><br />Cronenberg doesn’t utilize the camera to show us anything that we would have been prevented from seeing on stage – for example, the frequent dream sequences that are described – and the material isn’t strong enough to support the film up by itself. It’s bizarre that a director responsible for some of the most memorable cinematic images in history could make such a visually unadventurous film. <br /> <br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E_pGzFM7yKI/TqXPH5stXGI/AAAAAAAAAm0/CHNYgSof8NE/s1600/a_dangerous_method_movie_image_keira_knightley_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="209" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E_pGzFM7yKI/TqXPH5stXGI/AAAAAAAAAm0/CHNYgSof8NE/s320/a_dangerous_method_movie_image_keira_knightley_01.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><br />The script is also heavy with dramatic irony and references that require a decent rounding in the early history of psychoanalysis to make much sense – on the other hand, the film isn’t enlightening or incisive enough to say anything new to someone already familiar with the basic concepts, which makes you wonder exactly who this film is aimed at. <br /><br />Fassbender, Cassell, and Mortensen all put in decent performances, and when they’re onscreen the film putters along reasonably enough, and if it was just scenes with them the film would be passable if rarely rising above the level of a good TV movie. <br /> <br />I should probably preface this by saying that I am by no means a Keira Knightley hater – there’s plenty of stuff I’ve really liked her in, like ATONEMENT and NEVER LET ME GO – but her performance in A DANGEROUS METHOD is historically bad. She’s not the only one to blame – clearly Cronenberg told her to ‘go for it’ – but it’s one of the most nails-on-chalkboard irritating things I’ve seen in a cinema for a long time. Her portrayal of madness hinges on a non-stop barrage of flailing limbs, guttural noises, a stammer more over-the-top than Michael Palin in A FISH CALLED WANDA, and relentless gurning, wrapped around a ludicrous Borat-by-way-of-Robbie Coltrane in Goldeneye accent. It’s less a convincing portrayal of madness than it is a cartoonish imitation of someone found wandering around Glastonbury at 6AM on a Sunday morning. It’s not a screen performance – it’s a theatre one. Everything should have been dialled down by about thirty notches, and ultimately Cronenberg has to take as much responsibity for this as Knightley. 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If there’s one generic label guaranteed to make me run for the hills it’s ‘comedy-drama’. I wish people who apply the label would stop being disingenuous and just call out the vast majority of these films for what they are – unfunny comedies. Film-makers- in an absence of jokes from your comedy, fill your film with aimless whimsy, weird-looking actors, avoid much happening for the majority of its running time, toss in a couple of tears and arguments, then hey presto: your film is a nailed on Sundance smash and will be snapped up by Fox Searchlight before you can say ‘charmingly offbeat’. <br />
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The only person who consistently makes good movies in the uninspired of realm of comedy dramas is Alexander Payne, perhaps because he infuses his films with a caustic wit that nicely counterbalances the sentimentality that so frequently drags down this genre, writes scripts that are actually funny, and, in perhaps his most overlooked attribute, makes films that actually look great, with a keen visual style. He’s never made a bad film, and I’m pleased to report that he’s extended his perfect record with THE DESCENDANTS.<br />
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Clooney plays against type as Matt King, a workaholic lawyer living in Hawaii who, after his wife is put into a terminal coma after a speedboat accident, is forced to take an active interest in his two daughters for the first time. His youngest, a ten-year-old, is hyperactive and destructive, while his eldest, the 17-year-old Alexandra (Shailene Woodley), is an angry young woman, to put it mildly. As Matt attempts to prepare for a life-changingly lucrative land deal while preparing for the last few weeks of his wife’s life, he and his daughters are forced to address their family demons head on.<br />
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That description makes THE DESCENDANTS sound pretty formulaic and trite, and indeed if I gave you three guesses at the ending you’d probably be able to figure it out. But the journey that it takes getting there is more unconventional – there’s a twist at the beginning of the second act that sets the film off down a different tangent than the ‘Clooney and his wacky kids’ plot we think we are heading down, and is all the better for it.<br />
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There is a surprisingly sensitive and insightful assessment of familial grief alongside some wicked black humour. Payne is the master of making absolutely desperate and heart-breaking moments for his characters laugh-out loud funny, without ever betraying either emotional side for the other. He’s the perfect director for the material, providing some genuinely moving moments without ever descending (hey!) into schmaltz.<br />
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The aforementioned keen visual style is also put to excellent use here, with some beautifully composed cinematography of some breathtaking Hawaiian scenery, alongside his brilliant eye for comic detail – everyone in Hawaii wears flip-flops, which leads to hilarious consequences anytime anyone has to run or chase something.<br />
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The performances are excellent, with an eye-catching performance from Woodley as King’s abrasive daughter striking just the right note – this is a troubled teenager you can believe exists, rather than the door-slamming clichéd archetype the character easily could have been. There are great supporting roles from Matthew Lillard, Rob Heubel, and particularly Robert Forster, who is always fantastic.<br />
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It’s Clooney’s show, though, and at first it’s weird to see him play the subdued, awkward type. He’s deprived of the easy charm and bravado that make him such a watchable screen presence, yet as he portrays a character who has metaphorically had the rug pulled out from him, this actually works in the film’s favour. It’s a great performance – understated, funny, and considered – and it’s hard to imagine another actor pulling the role off so well.<br />
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THE DESCENDANTS is flawed – it starts very slowly, with a terrible, exposition heavy voiceover nearly capsizing the film before it begins. Also, while the lack of a more traditional narrative works out in its favour in the long run, there are sections that occasionally feel unfocused.<br />
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To say that THE DESCENDANTS is probably the most lightweight film from Payne to date (it’s certainly no SIDEWAYS, but about on a par with ABOUT SCHMIDT) is more a sign of the absurdly high quality of his output so far than it is any slight on the movie itself: on its own terms, it’s an excellent comedy-drama. *shudder*<br />
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When it’s done well, there’s fewer genres I enjoy more than the psychological thriller. I love in particular the sub-genre of movies where reality (and therefore the narrative of the film) is always treacherous due to the mental state of the protagonist/narrator slowly unraveling. If you’re after a pithy label for these movies, I suppose ‘headfuck’ is as good as anything. <br />
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After a heyday in the seventies with Polanski’s Apartment trilogy of REPULSION, ROSEMARY’S BABY and THE TENANT, the genre underwent a renaissance towards the end of the nineties with films like AMERICAN PSYCHO, FIGHT CLUB and PI, before coming to prominence again with the huge critical and commercial success of BLACK SWAN earlier this year. <br />
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At the LFF this year we have two high-profile headfucks in TAKE SHELTER and MARTHA MARCY MAY MARLENE – I haven’t yet seen TAKE SHELTER (I’m currently trying to pull strings to make a screening) but I have seen the excellent if irritatingly titled MARTHA MARCY MAY MARLENE, and there’s no doubt it’s one of the most interesting and powerful films screening this year. <br />
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In the film’s chilly, wordless opening scenes, we see a rural household that is home to dozens of people, and we watch as they go about their business. Right from the off there are clues that something is up – the men all eat together, and only once they have finished and left the dining room are the women allowed to eat. In the small hours of the morning, a young girl (Elizabeth Olsen) escapes the house and runs off into the woods, as a voice calls out "Marcy May!" behind her. Eventually she makes contact with her only remaining family, sister Lucy (Sarah Paulson), who lives in a grandiose beachfront Connecticut home with an irritable property developer (Hugh Dancy). <br />
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We learn that the girl’s real name is Martha, and that she has been estranged from her sister for over two years. We flash back and forth between her new home in Conneticut, where she begins to display increasingly erratic and bizarre behavior as her fragile psychological state worsens, and her increasingly dark and unpleasant memories of the communal home.<br />
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It’s interesting how both TAKE SHELTER and MARLENE are set in pastoral middle America – I think this is ultimately a more disturbing film than something like BLACK SWAN (a film I’m a huge fan of) precisely because the psychological horror is presented in such a mundane, grounded context. It’s the David Lynch effect – the foreboding sense that the niceties of small-town USA are plastering over the cracks of a sordid, perverted reality. <br />
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There are some genuinely horrible moments in MMMM, but it’s never exploitative, or gratutitous. The camera avoids much in the way of explicit material, and huge amount is implied and suggested, which is ultimately a great deal more horrifying. There’s no operatics, literal or otherwise; no American Werewolf-esque transformation scenes, or softly lit lesbian sex - just a precise, totally credible account of the depths of mental abuse that can be inflicted on a young girl by a charismatic sociopath. <br />
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That charismatic sociopath is Patrick, played by the brilliant John Hawkes, fast becoming one of my favourite actors currently working. Here his role is like Teardrop, his incredible character from WINTER’S BONE, pulled inside out – whereas Teardrop was a sensitive soul buried deep within a prickly, violent exterior, in MARLENE he’s…well, you can probably figure it out. In any event he’s just as memorable and effective as he was in that previous, Oscar-nominated role, and continues to prove that he has more charisma in one of his ridiculously bulbous arm veins than most A-listers have in their whole bodies. All I’m saying is that if they ever make an Iggy Pop biopic he’s plainly the only candidate. <br />
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As great as Hawkes is this will be a film remembered for two debuts. The first is English-American writer-director Sean Durkin, who has produced a remarkably accomplished film for a debut feature. It’s lyrical yet intense, visually stunning, and crammed with incidental visual clues and details that I’m positive will reward further viewings. He demonstrates a remarkable eye for composition, and a grasp of claustrophobic tension and suspense that would suggest he’s been doing this for years. His storytelling style is occasionally abstruse and difficult – in particular, some of the ending scenes are almost Haneke-like in their sadistic refusal to provide any traditional sense of climax – but also (like Haneke) thought-provoking, intelligent and unsettling. Durkin is certainly a talent to watch. <br />
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Undoubtedly another talent to watch is Elizabeth Olsen, younger sister of teen favourites Mary Kate and Ashley. While she has appeared in films before as a child star, this is her coming out party as a ‘serious’ actress, and it is absolutely stunning. It’s a demanding role – due to Martha’s borderline personality disorder she’s required to shift between a variety of personas, whilst still providing the human center of the film, something she does impeccably. At various stages in the film ‘Martha’ is alternately vampish, when meeting Patrick for the first time; child-like, when being taking out for a boat ride; and intense and calculating, when firing pointed and personal barbs at her bewildered sister. Yet all the while her sad eyes belie the paranoia and confusion raging inside of her. It’s a mesmerising performance, and it will be an outright scandal if she isn’t rewarded with an Oscar nomination at the very least. <br />
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MARTHA MARCY MAY MARLENE will likely prove too cold and enigmatic for many – the title alone will scare a lot of people away. However, for those of us who can handle it, it’s a technically brilliant, superbly performed and perfectly executed movie. Headfucks don’t come much better than this.Cigarette Burns Cinemahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11957108590846830699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690427105004194311.post-39507087029091071922011-10-19T04:08:00.000-07:002011-10-19T04:15:48.599-07:00LFF 2011: THE ARTIST review<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Delightful is an adjective that seems to be rarely used any more in a non-ironic sense. Along with ‘lovely’ and ‘adorable’, it’s usually more patronising than complimentary – it seems to suggest an slightness or airiness that mark something as inoffensive yet nothing to get seriously passionate about. Why though? Have we become that cynical that we’re suspicious of anything where the sole intention is to make us happy? Does being delighted make us feel so guilty? <br />
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Comrades, let’s reclaim delightful on behalf of THE ARTIST, one of the most delightful films in decades. It mines a vein of unbridled joy left largely left untouched by live action cinema in recent years – in a festival slate of films fueled by rape, coercion and despair; in a world of endless, mean-spirited, jizz-streaked gross out comedies; in a world when THE fucking TOURIST is nominated at the Golden Globes as best musical/comedy, Michel Hazanavicius’ THE ARTIST arrives like an oasis of pure pleasure in a desert of ‘will-this-do?” laziness and morbid navel-gazing. <br />
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You’ll find nothing in this review that will give away any of THE ARTIST’s jokes or plot points, as much of the film’s pleasure comes from them being revealed to you – there’s a seemingly endless supply of both visual and comic invention, and all you can really do (on a first viewing at least) is be entranced by the sheer wonder of it all. However, I’ll say this much – THE ARTIST focuses on George Valentin, (Jean Dujardin) a much-feted silent movie star, as he forges his career in Hollywoodland through the 20s and 30s, while the aspiring dancer and actress Peppy Miller (the gob-smackingly beautiful Bérénice Bejo), who he first encounters in a chance meeting, also tries to make it in showbusiness alongside him.<br />
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It’s worth noting that while THE ARTIST obviously pays homage to the silent movies of the 20s, it’s spiritual ancestor is clearly SINGIN’ IN THE RAIN – their plots are structured similarly and hit very similar beats, and Julardin even bears a striking resemblance to Gene Kelly. Its biggest similarity with RAIN however is in its sheer exuberant love for movies – it’s arguably the first film since RAIN where movie-making actually feels ‘magic’, and its enthusiasm is infectious.<br />
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Dujardin, best know for the incredibly successful James Bond parody series OSS (also directed by Hazanavicius), won the Best Actor award at Cannes and it could not be more deserved – it’s a remarkable performance, mixing elements of Errol Flynn, Gene Kelly, Clark Gable, and Charlie Chaplin into a perfect, raffish hybrid of old-Hollywood leading men. He’s required to do a lot of emotional heavy-lifting in the film as well as light comedy, and pulls it off magnificently. Bejo is equally good and totally convincing in all senses as a 1920s movie starlet, and there are excellent supporting performances from James Cromwell as Valentin’s butler and especially John Goodman as, perhaps inevitably, a cigar-chomping studio bigwig. <br />
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I found myself welling up a number of times during THE ARTIST. One a couple of occasions it was due to something poignant happening in the storyline, but mostly it was a result of just being made so, so happy by what I was witnessing. There are moments in THE ARTIST that, in terms of pure on screen magic, are on a par with Gene Kelly’s umbrella dance, Chaplin’s fork and bread roll puppet show, the mirror sequence in DUCK SOUP, and the boulder scene in RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK. It really is that good. <br />
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I could elaborate for pages and pages about my favourite moments in THE ARTIST, and the technical brilliance displayed by Hazanavicius and cinematographer Guillaume Schiffman, the immense production design, and fantastic score, but such is the spell cast by THE ARTIST that it seems wrong to break it down into its fulfilling parts. Don't watch any trailers, or read too many reviews. All you need to know is that it’s another must-see, a future classic, and you will be a better, happier person for having seen it. It’s a film about movies, made by movie-lovers, for movie-lovers - yet it’s a movie that everyone will love. It is delightful.</div>Cigarette Burns Cinemahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11957108590846830699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690427105004194311.post-53279920758991345032011-10-18T07:36:00.000-07:002011-10-18T07:37:42.516-07:00LFF 2011: ONCE UPON A TIME IN ANATOLIA review<br />
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ONCE UPON A TIME IN ANATOLIA is, first and foremost, a
masterpiece, a stunningly composed piece of cinema that stands out in an
incredibly strong slate of LFF films as a genuine and singular work of art. As
a piece of entertainment, it’s harder to recommend, but it’s nevertheless
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After a short prologue we find ourselves out in the
highlands of Anatolia in the middle of a murder
investigation. A man and his accomplice have admitted to the crime, and have
led a posse of investigators, including a quiet, contemplative doctor, an officious
prosecutor, and the belligerent chief of police, out into the wilderness to
where the body is buried. The film plays out almost in real time as we stay
with the men throughout the night and into the early morning, as the
investigation is methodically drawn to a close. In the process we see as the characters
undergo personal revelations and philosophical revolutions in a long, dark
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The prefix “Once upon a time…” suggests an epic, violent
drama in the vein of Leone’s films of the same name, but in reality ANATOLIA provides nothing of the sort. There are nods to
Westerns (there are moments reminiscent of the more elegiac moments in THE WILD
BUNCH, of all films), and some of the static, widescreen photography is easily
the equal of anything Leone came up with. But there is very little violence or
machismo on display, and revenge, justice and redemption are unlikely prospects
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what kind of film exactly is ONCE UPON A TIME IN ANATOLIA? On the surface of
it, it’s one of the most thorough police procedurals ever made, and probably one
of most realistic. We see every dead end, every uncomfortable car journey, and
every police report dictated and replicated in intricate detail. Paradoxically
however, the more detailed the film’s portrayal of police work becomes, the
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It turns into more of an exercise in scenic existentialism (bear with me),
a picturesque journey in the vein of the Heart of Darkness –inspired APOCALYPSE
NOW and AGUIRRE THE WRATH OF GOD. All of these films feature protagonists who
are ostensibly searching for one thing (an AWOL soldier, El Dorado, or, in the
case of ANATOLIA, a body) but in reality are looking for something inherently
spiritual, an answer to make sense of the worlds of uncertainty and chaos they
find themselves in – in ANATOLIA, everybody is looking for a logical solution,
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In this respect the film’s icy sense of dread and nihilistic
representation of death, crime and justice is reminiscent of Cormac McCarthy’s
work and particularly the Coens’ adaptation of NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN. These
are men who confront evil and sin not with emotional grandstanding or violent
action but with a sense of inevitability and weary befuddlement. If this sounds unwatchably depressing, it’s
worth noting that there’s also a noticeable streak of Coen-esque black humour
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Bilge Ceylan began his career as photographer, and his eye for composition and
use of light (with cinematographer Gökhan Tiryaki) creates a succession
of achingly beautiful moments: under a red, black and orange sky, we see
brilliant flashes of an alien, unusual light that slowly reveals itself to be car
headlamps; as one character delivers a monologue, the camera follows an apple as
it falls from a tree, rolls down a hill and down the length of a nearby stream;
and, in one of the most memorable scenes of the year, the men are stunned into
silence by the beauty of a farmer’s daughter when she serves them tea, as they
take turns being bathed in the almost celestial light emanating from the lamp
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ONCE UPON A TIME IN ANATOLIA is 157 minutes long and, to be
honest, feels longer. This is not necessarily a slight, but it’s important to
note that this is a film that demands your attention throughout its running
time – your brain needs to be switched on and utterly focused if you’re to get
the most out of it, as it is uncompromising in its refusal to adhere to a traditional
narrative structure. The upside is that it’s one of the few movies I’ve seen
recently that can be called ‘poetic’ without pretension or hyperbole, but the flip
side is that it you must be prepared to adhere to its rhythms and withstand its
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However, while the tone is generally sombre, this is not a
dry and portentous film – the characters are sympathetic and recognisably human,
and are even good for some genuine laughs in places. It’s a film that people
will be picking over for years, and once you get past the stately pace and the running
time, the rewards to be found in ONCE UPON A TIME IN ANATOLIA are huge. This is
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 100%;">It would have been a (literally) ballsy move to open the LFF with SHAME and therefore a few unflinching minutes of full frontal Fassbender, but once the initial sniggers/murmers of appreciation/raucous applause died down we’d have actually been left with the polar opposite of 360: a genuinely great movie that actually has something to say about the human condition, and says what it wants to say expertly.</span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 100%;">Michael Fassbender plays Brandon, a wealthy playboy who fills his studio apartment nights with casual hook-ups, internet porn, empty flirtations, and liasons with hookers. His carefully balanced lifestyle is upended when his brash and capricious sister Sissy (Carey Mulligan) turns up in his flat and starts living with him – her own sexuality and demand for affection begins to make him increasingly uncomfortable, and consequently forces him to confront his own hollow existence.</span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 100%;"><br /><br />There are a lot of parallels to found in SHAME with AMERICAN PSYCHO – like Patrick Bateman, Brandon has an ambiguous, well-paid job populated by grinning, shallow fuckwits, and there’s a gymnastic threesome scene between Brandon and two prostitutes that is reminiscent of Chritian Bale’s infamous flexing in PSYCHO, only this time Sussudio is replaced with the slightly more respectable sounds of Bach. </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 100%;"><br /><br />Where it most resembles PSYCHO however is in Brandon’s chameleon-like nature, that you feel has been developed over time in order to hide his deep inner torment. He tries on different masks for different situations - the playful, enigmatic suitor on a date; the dead-eyed predator at a bar; the embarrassed, apologetic friend at a club – all with the ultimate intention of establishing the sexual connection that he desperately craves.</span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 100%;">Unlike PSYCHO, however, SHAME never alleviates t</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 100%;">he proceedings with period satire, or ultraviolence, or absurdist touches. While there is humour in SHAME – a surprising amount, actually – this is not the black comedy that PSYCHO is: instead, it’s an intensely sad character portrait that actually says as much about inner-city life in the 21st century as it does about addiction and loneliness.</span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MtsrHH6jCoU/TphNQdY_XTI/AAAAAAAAAkY/bpZWbwIvxi0/s1600/shame_mulligan.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663361476581088562" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MtsrHH6jCoU/TphNQdY_XTI/AAAAAAAAAkY/bpZWbwIvxi0/s400/shame_mulligan.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 225px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></span></span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 100%;">At one point there’s a beautiful, extended panning shot that shows Fassbender jogging through the streets of New York: as we move with him, we see office blocks, vehicles, clubs, hotels, lights and people come and go in an instant, before he stops at the hub of noise, lights and action that is Times Square and Madison Square Garden. It’s tremendously evocative of that unique inner city loneliness: the feeling of being constantly surrounded by people, but always moving past them, and never really engaging or interacting. </span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 100%;"><br /><br />Director Steve McQueen does a great job of presenting us a New York that looks and feels like New York without resorting to shots of steam coming out of drains and the Statue of Liberty. It’s a peculiar love letter to the city – there’s even an extended scene, shot largely in one single take close-up, of Carey Mulligan singing a pared down, rueful rendition of ‘New York, New York’. </span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 100%;"><br /><br />There are lots of long takes in SHAME – I suspect this is because McQueen knows he’s got a special pair of performers here, and lets us see how electrifying they both are by refusing to edit around them. Mulligan gives her best performance ever in a career that is already filled with excellent ones – she manages the incredibly difficult trick of portraying a character who is an unhinged hysterical wreck with a controlled performance that never resorts to histrionics. There are also strong supporting performances from Nicole Behare as a potential romantic interest for Brandon, and James Badge Dale as his sleazy motormouth boss.</span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CR-oM6D1Imc/TphNhuKPBFI/AAAAAAAAAkk/lzK2NqnSJow/s1600/Shame-Fassbender-Mulligan.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663361773140378706" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CR-oM6D1Imc/TphNhuKPBFI/AAAAAAAAAkk/lzK2NqnSJow/s400/Shame-Fassbender-Mulligan.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 100%;"><br />However, there’s no doubt Fassbender is the real show here. It’s a intensely physical performance (yes, he’s naked a lot), and a fearsome demonstration of screen acting. His scenes with Mulligan are breathtaking, with both actors realizing a supremely dysfunctional relationship in a way that never feels contrived or clichéd – you always sense that they are both skirting around some terrible secret that can never be articulated. He’s also totally convincing when inhabiting all of Brandon’s aforementioned personas, but never lets you forget that underneath he’s a coiled spring, his piercing eyes always belying the confusion and emptiness that resides beneath his carefully constructed façade. It’s a character and a performance so indelibly linked it could only have come from a totally symbiotic vision between director and actor – in this sense and also in its sheer, committed intensity, it’s reminiscent of David Thewlis in NAKED, not coincidentally one of my very favourite performances of all time.</span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 100%;"><br /><br />If there are criticisms they might be that the film’s conclusions aren’t exactly revelatory and very occasionally there are moments when the film’s Bach-heavy score comes across as overbearing and portentous (though generally it’s a perfect fit).</span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 100%;"><br /><br />Ultimately though SHAME is a shattering experience and a magnificent film – while brutal and draining, this is not a depressing experience (as I previously mentioned, there’s more funny moments than you’d think the subject matter would allow), and stands as a shining example of the currently thriving reserves of British filmmaking and acting talent. It goes straight in alongside MIDNIGHT COWBOY and TAXI DRIVER in the canon of great alienated New York movies, and I also think it’s an important film for what it tells us about men and male sexuality in the 21st century – while few people who watch it will have experienced the more extreme depths (not to mention frequency) of sexual activity that Fassbender’s character indulges in, there are probably more moments of recognition in his search for intimacy and redemption through sexual encounters than most of us, both men and women, would care to admit. It’s not only one of the best films of the LFF (London Fassbender Festival), it’s one of the best, period, in an already stellar year for film. </span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">SHAME screens tonight at 20.15 and 20.30, and tomorrow at 12.15 as part of the BFI London Film Festival. 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After beginning the LFF coverage with a couple of sniffy reviews (although to be fair, in 360’s case, there was a lot to sniff), it’s probably time to skew things a bit more positive around here, and give you a review of a film I can get genuinely enthusiastic about: the coruscating MISS BALA, the new film from I’M GOING TO EXPLODE director Gerardo Naranjo.<br />
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A teenaged girl in the Mexican province of Baja California dreams of escaping her quiet life living with her father and younger brother by being crowned at Miss Bala in the local beauty pageant. However, a night out with her friend at a nightclub frequented by DEA agents and mobsters turns into a gangland massacre, one she is fortunate to escape from with her life. Her luck quickly runs out however, as her status as a witness sucks her deep into the world of Mexican drug crime, and things only get worse when the local crime boss takes a personal shine to her.<br />
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MISS BALA wasn’t what I was expecting when I went into – I assumed that the film would be a socio-political actioner that crackles with real verve and energy, like a CITY OF GOD, LA HAINE, or even GOODFELLAS. MISS BALA is most definitely a socio-political action film, and it is spectacularly directed – more on that in a second – but the tone is exceedingly grim and sombre throughout, so that it more closely resemble the nihilistic, washed-out realism of recent crime dramas like GOMORRAH and ANIMAL KINGDOM. Certainly it shares with those films and also the brilliant A PROPHET the basic narrative structure of a morally neutral protagonist submerged in a violent world that they are suddenly forced to adapt to, and it pulls this off well, if not quite with the style of A PROPHET and the intensity of ANIMAL KINGDOM. Be warned though: this can be tough going, as there is little in the way of respite from our fragile-looking heroine finding herself in ever more desperate and unpleasant situations.<br />
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Without wanting to sound crass, current day Mexico is certainly a febrile place for setting stories like this – indeed, there are some events in the latter half in the film that might seem over the top were it not for very similar, widely reported crimes actually taking place in Mexico just a few weeks ago. The film really does a good job of capturing a sense of lawlessness and hopelessness that the grip of the cartels has forced onto the country.<br />
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chosen as the opening film for this year’s LFF – established director, British
funding, primarily British cast, lots of nice establishing shots of London –
but in other, more important ways, it’s a bit of a headscratcher, seeing as
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<span lang="EN-US">Taking the vignette template from other,
better movies SHORT CUTS and MAGNOLIA, we follow a bunch of tenuously connected
stories about failing and burgeoning relationships in Vienna, Paris, London, and Colorado. They occasionally interlock
and overlap, we see bits of Jude Law, Anthony Hopkins, and Rachel Weisz, before we – gasp! – come full circle. Helpfully, to make sure we
get this whole 'circle' thing - <i>as if the title itself wasn't obvious enough</i> - at the end (VAGUE SPOILERS) first we're shown a direct echo of the opening scene, then the opening
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<span lang="EN-US">The fragmented style of filmmaking employed by the films mentioned has an inherent
problem in that because our focus and attention is adjusted from one character
to another so rapidly, there is a much shorter amount of time to establish them
– as a result, you need to back your vignettes up with some strong writing in
order to make us care about them, something that only true cinematic genuises like Robert Altman and Paul Thomas Anderson have the necessary chops to pull off<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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of his comfort zone with a totally Blair-less script, is not in this legendary bracket, and makes an utter hash of
the screenplay. Director Fernando Mereilles’ direction isn’t great – it’s hard to
believe a film this lifeless came from the man who directed CITY OF GOD, and he
clearly edited this film after a caffeine-fuelled Brian De Palma marathon, such is the
frequency of split screens – but it’s passable; the script however is where the
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<span lang="EN-US">Obviously the very nature of the premise is
reliant on coincidence and as such requires a certain suspension of disbelief,
but even taking that into account there are so many improbable moments in 360
that no one clearly even attempted to iron out or give an explanation for,
including an absolutely ludicrous scene where a beautiful young girl repeatedly
tempts an obviously suspicious man into coming on to her (a rapist who is allowed to
travel from prison, by himself, despite still being judged by his therapist as
a threat to society, because…er…of an experiment?) in her hotel room, which is
as uncomfortable as it is nonsensical.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">It’s a real case of characters serving the
plot rather than the other way round in 360 – get them introduced then shoehorn
them together in order to get to the next theme (religious guilt, grief, lust,
greed, temptation) only the film doesn’t have anything new or interesting to say about any
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perhaps unsurprisingly, is a lovely turn from Anthony Hopkins, as a loveable
old duffer who has been tracing his missing daughter for many years. He does add some genuine heart and humour, and his
monologue in the middle of the film about his recent, life-changing encounter with a young
girl is easily the film’s highlight – I could watch him relay anecdotes in that
avuncular way for hours. Of course, after that scene we never see him again.
And, on a slightly shallower note, Rachel Weisz is aging <i>spectacularly</i> well, as a result making her pitifully small ten minutes of screen time some
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<span lang="EN-US">There’s a veritable smugness about 360. It
clearly thinks it’s saying something profound about the human condition, yet in
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