tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352530581764162882024-03-14T11:48:40.545-05:00GetafilmBecause the movie experience shouldn't end in the theater.Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222052132452709301noreply@blogger.comBlogger626125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3435253058176416288.post-12920305649005744132014-01-01T00:00:00.000-06:002014-03-02T17:07:11.905-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Greetings. After a rather long hiatus, I'm pleased to ease back into the movie writing practice as a contributor to Twin Cities movie magazine <a href="http://www.joylesscreatures.com/">Joyless Creatures</a>. Until or unless I decide to restart things more regularly here, please head over to JC, and/or <a href="https://twitter.com/getafilm">follow me on Twitter</a>. Thank you!Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222052132452709301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3435253058176416288.post-86446045612307397652011-09-01T21:26:00.073-05:002012-03-23T00:06:42.992-05:00Graduation<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;">I didn't <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2007/09/launch.html">start this blog</a> with a bang, and I won't bother trying to end it with one. So, I won't. End it, I mean - at least not permanently. But it's been clear to anyone visiting on a regular basis over the last four years that Getafilm has been limping along for about 18 months, and it's time to acknowledge that I'm either not willing or not able to focus on watching and writing as much as I'd like to at this time in my life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">It's been interesting for me to ponder: is it because I'm unwilling or because I'm unable, and how long does a season in life last? Fortunately I don't need to determine all of that. I don't have to pull the plug or delete everything I've written. I can just turn the lights off in this room and come back if and when I feel like it - the door will be closed but it won't be locked.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">To entertain the masses that are sure to continue to flock here on a daily basis, I've tagged several dozen of the 625 archived posts here as <b><a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/search/label/Best%20of%20Getafilm">my personal favorites</a></b>, based on the writing, the discussion in the comments, or for an entirely personal reason.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I'll also leave four lessons I've learned, perhaps one for each year of writing to date:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>1. Virtual relationships are real relationships.</b> I stopped paying attention to my site traffic a couple of years ago, but the latest data shows that about 170,000 unique visitors have checked in from 193 countries and territories. If you're impressed, you're merely uninformed: popular blogs and websites will rack up those numbers in a morning, while it's taken me years. But what I value much more than the hits (I've never profited a dime from traffic) are the relationships - even friendships - I've developed with some of those visitors who have taken the time to engage with this blog. Some of them I've met, others I hope to one day meet; making friends with strangers has never been so easy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>2. Don't treat a hobby like a job (especially if you already have a job).</b> I almost learned this the hard way as there were times Getafilm actually threatened to damage my relationship with film. As any amateur blogger can tell you, the pressure (entirely self-created) to post <i>something </i>on a regular basis can be overwhelming. Fortunately I gave up that concern some time ago, and have since enjoyed <i>not</i> writing as much as I've enjoyed writing. Why I devoted thought and digital space here to movies like <i>Elegy</i>, <i>Margot at the Wedding</i>, <i>Observe and Report</i>, and <i>Semi-Pro</i>, I have no idea. By far my favorite writing is found in my "Taking It Home" reviews: not only did those get to the heart of my relationship to film, but they were also done on my own time and under no pressure. I never started blogging with the idea that I would become a full time film critic, and, although I'm glad for the opportunity to write freelance reviews when asked, I'm perfectly at peace as an amateur, independent writer.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>3. Nothing improves your writing like writing (and reading the writing of others).</b> This should go without saying, but if you are reading this as a beginning blogger or a potential blogger or writer of any kind, I can't overstate how helpful it can be to write on a regular basis. And also read the writing of others (see my blogroll for a few of my inspirations). Putting words to a page forces you to distill and organize your thoughts, helps you form persuasive and well-reasoned arguments, and, perhaps most importantly for any writer, improves the economy and efficiency of your expression (at least for most people - you can tell it's still not my greatest strength). </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>4. Maintain perspective.</b> This is basically an extension of #2 and should be true about anything in life, but it's worth repeating. People start blogging because they have creative energy they're trying to channel in some way, but it would stand to reason they have interests in life entirely unrelated to their blog. I know that's true for me, at least. I'm passionately interested in film, but also in quite a number of other things to which I'd like to focus my limited free time and energy. So, I don't see this hiatus or hibernation as a departure from film and writing (I'm actually hoping to watch more movies than I have been recently), but an indefinite break to give myself an opportunity to breathe without the weight of the blog, reflect, and maybe pursue some of my other interests. But it's not necessarily the end - I might feel compelled to write about a movie I see next month, or next year, or maybe not until next decade.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Until whenever that may be, thank you for reading. I have learned more about film, writing, history and culture in this little corner of the internet than I ever could have hoped. You've helped me earn a four-year degree in movie blogging, and am going to enjoy my graduation and relax for a bit...</span></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222052132452709301noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3435253058176416288.post-50279795014936044472011-08-29T23:35:00.035-05:002011-08-30T22:49:33.329-05:00Taking It Home: A Better Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ5HoDSS4c-ZP8mKk_Jyi6KId17mlXeBphiQAShRzGv5rWwUDg4WnmVn8TfeqQMmsSKZnl_CsX9hG1LAkjM3PAwpSkuhaCsCgPtzcVwVD_GXSu1X-ZQaS9gg2zajoIlSMUV8u9hEOYFgPj/s1600/a+better+life+bechir.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ5HoDSS4c-ZP8mKk_Jyi6KId17mlXeBphiQAShRzGv5rWwUDg4WnmVn8TfeqQMmsSKZnl_CsX9hG1LAkjM3PAwpSkuhaCsCgPtzcVwVD_GXSu1X-ZQaS9gg2zajoIlSMUV8u9hEOYFgPj/s640/a+better+life+bechir.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>The grass is always greener, except when it's not.</i></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I had the opportunity recently to observe removal hearings at a federal immigration court. The calendar moved in quick succession (5-10 minutes per case) and included the first appearances by respondents accused of being in the United States illegally. These were not detainees or, depending on your definition, even criminals, but they were nonetheless up against the law on this day.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Some had been in the country for less than a year, others had been here for decades. Maybe they hopped the border themselves, or through the help of a mule, or maybe they just overstayed their originally legal visas. They didn't explain how or why they came, only that they wanted to stay, for the welfare of themselves (in the case of asylum-seekers) or the welfare of others, such as children or spouses. Each story was different, and yet they were all identical, in that they portrayed lives lived in two places at once - here and abroad, above ground and underground, in comfortable peace and in extreme danger.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">There were no tears or emotional speeches or really any kind of the desperation I might have expected in such an environment. </span><span style="font-size: small;">Names were replaced by case numbers, legal jargon was interspersed with <i>yes </i>or <i>no</i> questions interpreted in different languages, and future dates and years were planned ahead matter-of-factly (cases are so backlogged that follow-up hearings were being scheduled on this day for mid-2014). </span><span style="font-size: small;">It was, in other words, devastating in its banality. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">But my measure of quality here has always considered social importance above cinematic artistry, and to that end <i>A Better Life</i> is as good if not better than most films I've seen this year. And it's not as if it's "bad" even on traditional cinematic terms; it transcends most of its flaws thanks to lived-in performances and a steady grounding in reality. Its characters are familiar not only from other movies, but from your daily bus commute or restaurant meal or hotel stay. (Perhaps the most conspicuous characteristic of undocumented immigrants, on screen and on the street, is their stoic work ethic.) </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Until that time, if and when it does come (certainly not in our lifetimes), immigration movies will continue to portray undocumented immigrants in a sympathetic light, simply by virtue of their often narrow focus on the hard luck and difficult struggles these characters face every day. We don't see them as job takers or drug smugglers or fraudulent voters, but as honest workers, family members, and people of high moral character. Which the majority of them are, as I saw in court and as I see everyday when I look in the mirror (as a U.S.-born child of naturalized immigrants from two countries).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Secondly, the movies often strive to portray one of the unappreciated realities of this issue: it's not about the immigrants at all, but about their families, both now and for generations to come. Any emotion tied into these stories is related to these family bonds; I can't think of a moving illegal immigration film about a loner character whose family ties are not central to the story (though <i><a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2009/04/review-sugar.html">Sugar</a> </i>and <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2009/09/getafilm-gallimaufry-lorna-basterds.html"><i>Lorna's Silence</i></a> come<i> </i>pretty close). So, as filmmakers continue to try to emotionally engage us about immigration, it will be an exercise in who can tell the most compelling story in the most unique way (<a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/search/label/bahrani">Ramin Bahrani</a> is among the new pioneers I admire).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">And lastly, what of cinematic musings on immigration policies and politics? Put simply, I'd suggest that films about immigration are films about failed immigration policies (and documentaries like <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2010/07/taking-it-home-9500-liberty_14.html"><i>9500 Liberty</i></a> approach them head-on). The vast majority of these movies posit that current policies are either unfair or irrelevant, and that no matter what the politicians decide, illegal entry across borders will continue, and the stories we see on screen will continue to play out in real time all around us. There will be consequences for everyone involved, and there are no easy answers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">What did you take home?</span></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222052132452709301noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3435253058176416288.post-62669889808943548592011-08-13T15:17:00.001-05:002011-08-13T15:18:11.766-05:00300 Words About: Stevie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsalt9mtbgD6J7HhE73hVMSdu6KtAUEiYwi7nQXPnZuPR_d_2A8BGh6IBkm7bP5qWHMZsAaYYJZc9BKZv7qPBYCWcccnx_OmXZzAYKcL5QV-s3BTVCE1qDWEpEOovOUrHUTRVzG7StI2f1/s1600/1311087174-stevieandfilmmaker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="136" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsalt9mtbgD6J7HhE73hVMSdu6KtAUEiYwi7nQXPnZuPR_d_2A8BGh6IBkm7bP5qWHMZsAaYYJZc9BKZv7qPBYCWcccnx_OmXZzAYKcL5QV-s3BTVCE1qDWEpEOovOUrHUTRVzG7StI2f1/s200/1311087174-stevieandfilmmaker.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJRW8a9BbOl1Hmwa0_cXAIqXz6wAdCXQ42I-hQykqkOTuxMLA0_g9kObUNbQFV6gpJ2G2T3zLCD5yVE4pIezE1gmmVNyha2m_BAGplpeVdCcwGBFmkX7V2SYS4Uncpr9j0G_cbV8Jh29Tb/s1600/filmmaker_and_subject.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJRW8a9BbOl1Hmwa0_cXAIqXz6wAdCXQ42I-hQykqkOTuxMLA0_g9kObUNbQFV6gpJ2G2T3zLCD5yVE4pIezE1gmmVNyha2m_BAGplpeVdCcwGBFmkX7V2SYS4Uncpr9j0G_cbV8Jh29Tb/s200/filmmaker_and_subject.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDcUxqGROUN9HmjeZ3EMRK3a_ngwOVkWFc2bx2qUsqf-pJwwG9QLkVGl7SeWGZXTdM2BNzAySTfdos3QXZA-fs8xOgF2mzVTweDDp23Henm8p1vZGJdSBn9h3DXxJghtrLqkApyQiJVoAR/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDcUxqGROUN9HmjeZ3EMRK3a_ngwOVkWFc2bx2qUsqf-pJwwG9QLkVGl7SeWGZXTdM2BNzAySTfdos3QXZA-fs8xOgF2mzVTweDDp23Henm8p1vZGJdSBn9h3DXxJghtrLqkApyQiJVoAR/s200/images.jpg" width="200" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And this is where <i>Stevie </i>lays bare the profound challenge facing mentors in a program like Big Brother Big Sisters, or for that matter parents, teachers, or any adult nobly attempting to better a young person's life. I felt pangs of guilt for past students that I had "let go" during my teaching years, or for that matter anyone in my life with whom I've had a mentoring-type relationship. Were there too many other opposing factors and influences to outweigh my efforts? Did I do as much as I could to make a difference? Did it even matter? </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Stevie </i>is not meant to be an examination of guilt or regret, and, refreshingly, James does not frame it as a naive "agenda" documentary or bookend it with tidy steps that can be followed to make the world a better place. He instead asks raw, honest, heartbreaking questions - </span><span style="font-size: small;">and doesn't provide any easy answers - </span><span style="font-size: small;">about what happens when the best intentions are left unrealized. And the horror doesn't end on the screen, either, as <a href="http://www.tbi.state.tn.us/sorint/sor_Details.aspx?htid=00480753">Stevie's current situation</a> is as disturbing as anything from the film's footage, which is now more than a decade old.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">They say "the road to hell is paved with good intentions", and critics of mentoring programs for troubled youth could use <i>Stevie </i>as Exhibit A in their case against program efficacy. But to watch <i>Stevie </i>is to understand a different reason why these programs exist: not to "save lives", but to connect lives that wouldn't </span><span style="font-size: small;">otherwise </span><span style="font-size: small;">be connected. To strip away the social barriers that keep us apart and put us (the privileged) face-to-face with the experience of the marginalized majority around us. The reason I appreciate James so much as a filmmaker is because he doesn't wield his camera as a weapon of scrutiny and all-knowing judgment. Instead he uses it as a mirror, reflecting back on us images of ourselves that we can't or don't want to see. What happens after that is for us to figure out.</span></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222052132452709301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3435253058176416288.post-19703466304061744142011-07-28T21:20:00.028-05:002011-07-28T21:52:08.042-05:00Getafilm Gallimaufry: Midnight in Paris, X-Men: First Class, The Tree of Life, Super 8<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaGG3DAvouael-8GZElVB9b4M_oEakAaJA5RS-0c-5zhKVDSmD09Kr4K-zhv2SAuqjSgMqCv1nAWDu72Mcu6zwznLUnbUkjVa1AOCQgGG6iNd7Wh1rk5S0Kggs0md3q1qqdqE4q56ZQwP9/s1600/midnight+in+paris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaGG3DAvouael-8GZElVB9b4M_oEakAaJA5RS-0c-5zhKVDSmD09Kr4K-zhv2SAuqjSgMqCv1nAWDu72Mcu6zwznLUnbUkjVa1AOCQgGG6iNd7Wh1rk5S0Kggs0md3q1qqdqE4q56ZQwP9/s320/midnight+in+paris.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><b><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Midnight in Paris</i> (A)</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Having never been to Paris, I've enjoyed exploring the city's iconic setting in various films, from <i>The 400 Blows</i> (which I saw recently for the first time) to <i>Amelie</i>, <i>Band of Outsiders</i>, <i>Ronin</i>, <i>Before Sunset</i>, <i>2 Days in Paris</i>, and even <i>European Vacation</i> and <i>Ratatouille</i>, to name just a few. I can see why it makes for such an enchanting setting for movies, and <i>Midnight in Paris</i> hit all the right notes for me again. The smells and spells of the city were a terrific complement to a dream-like fantasy story. Owen Wilson played essentially the same version of the same character he's played in every movie from <i>You, Me, and Dupree</i> to <i>Shanghai Knights</i>, and while I wouldn't have expected that character to fit here, it was a near perfect fit for the quirkiness of the narrative. I didn't buy the chemistry between his character and Marion Cotillard's, but then <i>Midnight in Paris</i> is not a love story between characters but between a director, a city, and his cultural and literary influences. I like that Woody Allen doesn't go to really any length to explain why particular characters are where they are, when they are. The charm of this movie is easy to succumb to, and that it's Allen's highest-grossing film to date speaks to the appeal for mature, original, simple cinema in the midst of the year-round blockbuster bonanza.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Here's a movie for which I couldn't explain my interest ahead of time, other than that some aspect of the original <i>X-Men</i> movie and the story has always intrigued me. It involves the fact that this series is set in the real world and involves real people and places, unlike <i>Batman</i>, for example (why the <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2009/07/dark-knight-fun-with-history-and-math.html">endless fawning</a> over and praise of that story, I still don't know). You could say <i>Watchmen </i>is also set in the real world, and while those graphic novels may well be interesting (I haven't read them and hated the movie), I still find <i>X-Men</i> to be among the most socially relevant comic book series around. Mutants are, of course, a metaphor for any marginalized minority group in history, which makes the films both relatable and actually much more emotional than <i>Spider-Man</i> or, good grief, <i>The Green Hornet</i>. Lending to the realism in this latest film is the excellent acting from Michael Fassbender, James McAvoy, and Jennifer Lawrence. Casting seasoned dramatic actors in comic book movie doesn't always work (Ed Norton as <i>The Incredible Hulk</i>?), but it definitely did in <i>First Class</i>, and if the cast stays on for the next installment, I'll follow along as well.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Up until a few years ago, I had no idea Terrence Malick was so revered by 25-40 year old male movie buffs. Among my peers in the blogging world, Malick's <i>The New World</i> was far and away considered the best film of the last decade. I remember quite well seeing it in the theater and shrugging my shoulders on the way out, so the devout praise for the film has always escaped me. Not baffled me, because I didn't think it was <i>bad</i>, but escaped me, because...I don't know, maybe I just didn't get it, or know what I should have been watching for, or have enough patience and thought to consider its deeper meanings. I never did give it a second watch, but needless to say the hype around that film made me quite anxious to have a third shot at understanding Malick (I'd previously seen <i>The Thin Red Line</i>). My verdict on <i>The Tree of Life</i>? A visually captivating and ambitious meditation on the meaning of life and nature of family, but a somewhat emotionally dull one at that. Really the only emotion I felt, other than an utter sense of awe at the cinematography and visual effects, was an unnerving fear. Brad Pitt's character was terrifying and his presence was palpable even when he wasn't on screen - maybe that was the point (Sean Penn, meanwhile, seemed absent even when he <i>was </i>on screen). The father-son relationship is one of about a million things that Malick lays out for interpretation and analysis. Over the next few years, as that is sure to play out again online, at least I won't be as confused. And besides, I'd much rather people spend years discussing a film like <i>The Tree of Life</i> than a film like <i>The Dark Knight</i>. (That's two digs now at TDK, if you're keeping score at home.)</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">When is a remake not actually a remake? When everything about the new movie is identical to a previous movie, other than a few plot devices. Of course we know by now that <i>Super 8</i> is J.J. Abrams' homage to the films of Steven Spielberg, but instead of being merely influenced by Spielberg's films (<i>E.T.</i> being the easiest comparison), <i>Super 8</i> plays like a lesser version of one. Sillier dialogue, a plodding pace, and hardly a speck of originality (to say nothing of logical gaps - how did the camera and the car and the kamikaze teacher come out of the train crash </span><span style="font-size: small;">essentially </span><span style="font-size: small;">unscathed?). Watching <i>Super 8</i>, I felt like I'd seen it before: the rowdy dining room table, the same-looking alien with the same-sounding guttural growls and high-pitched chirps, the placid suburban neighborhood predictably thrown into chaos. Of course I realize that this criticism, besides making me come off as a total grouch, can also be applied to countless movies. Filmmakers are influenced by filmmakers throughout history, and I expect my issues with <i>Super 8</i>, rather than being based on the movie's own merit, actually just stem from my nostalgia for "the real thing" - Spielberg's films. </span></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222052132452709301noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3435253058176416288.post-66643940358467744012011-07-11T23:03:00.018-05:002011-07-12T00:28:32.323-05:00"Location: MN" - This Weekend @ the Walker<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsPdiWQv3elSKCs2ukx3sE_lMxDgYm69bdVj_bZjThH_p6t5awaHahFN26SDHv78v4N5muDSIaXuXHBqznZgEwx-1kf8ogUI1oq5juuavJ3Bi7SNbC4I0iloUtikn56BC0fTjJ1wqFt7SE/s1600/purple-rain-magnoli-02tif-preview.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="435" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsPdiWQv3elSKCs2ukx3sE_lMxDgYm69bdVj_bZjThH_p6t5awaHahFN26SDHv78v4N5muDSIaXuXHBqznZgEwx-1kf8ogUI1oq5juuavJ3Bi7SNbC4I0iloUtikn56BC0fTjJ1wqFt7SE/s640/purple-rain-magnoli-02tif-preview.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>For better or worse, the most iconic Minnesota movie scene that ever was.</i></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">If there is anything Minnesotans love more than Minnesota (a big "if"), it's movies about Minnesota. Movies that show us who we really are (<i>Fargo</i>), who we really aren't (<i>Fargo</i>), and who we desperately fear the rest of the world thinks we are (<i>Fargo</i>). That fear being unsubstantiated, of course, because the rest of the world pays no attention to us in the first place (perhaps the greatest horror of all). I digress.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It ain't Hollywood by any stretch of the imagination, but a number of excellent films have been written, produced, and filmed here, and this weekend's showcase at the Walker Art Center, <a href="http://calendar.walkerart.org/canopy.wac?id=6332"><i><b>Location: MN</b></i></a>, is a rare opportunity to go out and explore the state by going in to a dark and comfortably air conditioned theater. Keep in mind these are only movies <i>filmed </i>in Minnesota, not movies written by Minnesotans (<i>Gran Torino</i>), or written by "Minnesotans" (<i>Juno</i>), or set in Minnesota but filmed elsewhere (<i>Juno</i>, again).</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Despite this filtering of the list, there are a handful of movies whose exclusion I find curious, even if somewhat obvious considering the artistic reputation the Walker needs to uphold. I mean, it would be audacious to justify including <i>The Mighty Ducks</i>, or <i>Jingle All the Way</i>, or <i>Grumpy</i> (and <i>Grumpier</i>) <i>Old Men</i>, or <i>Drop Dead Gorgeous</i>, or <i>New in Town</i>, or <i>Little Big League</i>. (Actually a bizarro series featuring those films and others could do decent business here, but the Walker isn't the likely setting for it.)</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But what about more acclaimed films like <i>North Country</i>, <i>Untamed Heart</i>, <i>A Prairie Home Companion</i> (my allergy to Garrison Keillor notwithstanding), or <i>A Serious Man</i>? Or what about some of the little indie films that didn't make big splashes but still floated out beyond the local festival circuit, like <i>Into Temptation</i> or <i>Stuck Between Stations</i>?</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And, most importantly, what about my favorite - and the most culturally accurate - Minnesota movie of all time: <b><a href="http://www.auroraborealis-themovie.com/index.html"><i>Aurora Borealis</i></a></b> (<a href="http://movies.netflix.com/Movie/Aurora-Borealis/70032568">add it</a>)?</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a name='more'></a>To be fair, the Walker's Film & Video team could only choose 10 films to screen in </span><span style="font-size: small;">the Walker Cinema between Thursday and Sunday, and truth be told they did an outstanding job rounding out a diverse portfolio. There are nostalgic candy films (<i>Purple Rain</i>), awkwardly aged comedies (<i>Mallrats</i>), lovable local indies (<i>Factotum</i>, <i>Sweet Land</i>), underrated masterpieces (<i>A Simple Plan</i>), and movies I've actually never even heard of (<i>Snow </i>- a no-brainer title for a Minnesota film if there ever was one).</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Here is the schedule; check out the <a href="http://calendar.walkerart.org/canopy.wac?id=6332">Walker's website</a> for details and tickets, and the <a href="http://blogs.walkerart.org/filmvideo/2011/07/06/location-mn/">Walker Film & Video Blog</a> for a "scavenger hunt" of local filming locations:</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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<i><b>Purple Rain</b></i><br />
Directed by Albert Magnoli<br />
7:00 pm<br />
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<i><b>Trauma</b></i><br />
Directed by Dario Argento<br />
10:00 pm<br />
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<b>FRIDAY, JULY 15</b><br />
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<i><b>Factotum</b></i><br />
Directed by Bent Hamer. Introduced by producer Christine Walker.<br />
7:00 pm<br />
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<i><b>A Simple Plan</b></i><br />
Directed by Sam Raimi<br />
9:30 pm<br />
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<i><b>Purple Haze</b></i><br />
Introduced by director David Burton Morris and cowriter, producer Victoria Wozniak, and actor Peter Nelson<br />
11:59 pm<br />
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<b>SATURDAY, JULY 16</b><br />
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<i><b>Northern Lights</b></i><br />
Directed by John Hanson and Rob Nilsson. Introduced by John Hanson.<br />
4:00 pm<br />
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<i><b>Fargo</b></i><br />
Directed by Joel and Ethan Coen<br />
7:00 pm<br />
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<i><b>Snow</b></i><br />
Introduced by director Eric Tretbar<br />
10:00 pm<br />
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<i><b>Mallrats</b></i><br />
Directed by Kevin Smith<br />
11:59 pm<br />
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<b>SUNDAY, JULY 17</b><br />
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<i><b>Sweet Land</b></i><br />
Introduced by director Ali Selim<br />
3:00 pm <br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And this plea, because despite the schmaltziness suggested by the trailer, <i>Aurora Borealis</i> deserves more of your attention than it's probably received:</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Head to the Riverview Theater this Thursday for the <b>Best Of Screening</b> of the <b>48 Hour Film Project</b>, an international film competition taking place in 100 cities in 24 countries. Minneapolis, as many know, boasts one of the fiercest city competitions, with dozens of submissions each year.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">If you're not familiar, it's this simple: two Friday nights ago, filmmaking teams received the name of a character (this year - a "Driving Instructor" named Les or Lena Olinger), a prop (this year - a magnet), and a line of dialogue (this year - "Tell me about it."). Within 48 hours they had to write, shoot, and edit an original short film. These films screened last week, and this Thursday the best of the bunch will be shown. What do the winners receive? Prizes, of course, but also the prestige that can only come in a rabid local filmmaking community like ours. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And oh yeah, they also get their film screened at the Cannes Film Festival each May, including 2010's Minneapolis winner, <i>Per Bianca</i>:</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GN5dPPLOrR0?rel=0" width="560"></iframe></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I can say from experience that the Best Of Screening is a rollicking good time - do yourself a favor and see the kind of creativity that is utterly lacking in movie theaters week after week!</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>When</b>: Thursday, June 23rd, at 7:00 PM</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Where</b>: The <a href="http://www.riverviewtheater.com/show/show/1543">Riverview</a></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Cost</b>: $15</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><a href="http://www.48hourfilm.com/minneapolis/"><span style="font-size: small;">More Info</span></a></b><span style="font-size: small;"> <b>|</b> <b><a href="http://www.facebook.com/mpls48hfp?sk=wall">Minneapolis 48HFP Facebook Page</a></b></span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/mpls48hfp?sk=wall"><br />
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</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Also: 2011 MSPIFF Journals #'s <b><a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2011/04/2011-mspiff-journal-1.html">1</a></b> & <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2011/05/2011-mspiff-journal-2.html"><b>2</b></a></span></i><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">Grade: B+</span></b><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Something was frustrating me throughout <i>Project Nim</i>, and it wasn't the animal cruelty, disturbing as that obviously was. It was the reenactments that were most annoying - dark, bloody scenes inserted throughout the film in an attempt to dramatize the narration and make sure we knew, for example, what it looked like when Nim killed a poodle by throwing it against a wall. Every few minutes, I kept wondering, "This seems familiar - why I am so bothered by these unnecessary but harmless reenactments?". My answer came when the film ended: <i>Directed by James Marsh</i>. Ah, yes, Oscar-winning James Marsh, whose enthralling <i>Man on Wire</i> also suffered mightily from frequently pointless reenacted scenes. As far as I can tell from these two films, Marsh must have zero faith in the storytelling power of his interviews, or the wealth of archival footage at his disposal, or for that matter the patience of the average viewer. It's not enough to have incredibly juicy material with which to work - Marsh has stylize his story like a bad TV police procedural just to keep our attention during an interview with a subject, which, you know, there are a fair amount of in most documentaries. Ugh. Anyway, if you can get past the reenactments - and obviously everyone else in the world easily could for <i>Man on Wire</i> - you'll find <i>Project Nim</i> a haunting examination of science, and also "science", otherwise known as mankind's often nasty way of dealing with other species in this world.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The first thing I remember hearing about <i>The Bengali Detective</i>, from the news headlines out of Sundance in January, was that the documentary had been picked up for a feature film adaptation. The most recent similar example is the delayed but <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0948540/">still simmering adaptation</a> of <i>The King of Kong</i>, so I deduced that the films must have something in common, such as instantly classic characters - real life people who seem too scripted to not be scripted. In this respect <i>The Bengali Detective</i> definitely delivers, but otherwise it's a completely different style of film, for better and for worse. The central focus on Rajesh Ji, an optimistic private investigator, serves as a fascinating foundation from which to consider contemporary Indian society in Kolkata. Between his daily grind on several cases, which range from fake shampoo sales to infidelity to dismemberment and murder, we get a closer look at what motivates him, namely his adorable son and ailing wife (diabetes). And in between all of this, we see Rajesh and his team of investigators don glitter and spandex while earnestly preparing for an audition for a TV dance competition. Needless to say, the film is an emotional rollercoaster, uproariously funny one minute, grotesquely disturbing the next minute, and then heart-stoppingly tragic, before starting all over again. It was a lot to handle and made me wonder if the ending was really as uplifting as it seemed, but it's still hands-down one of the most entertaining documentaries in this early year - and a film adaptation is completely unnecessary.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I don't know whether to fault <i>Stuck Between Stations</i> for being so stubbornly local or love it for being so stubbornly loyal. It's without question one of the most gushing cinematic tributes to Minneapolis ever put on film; it's not an exaggeration to say it's a movie about a city more than a movie about a story. The story is a gentle retread of <i>Before Sunrise</i>, but with fewer interesting conversations and more needless skyline shots. The performances are actually a highlight, even by Josh Hartnett in a bizarre cameo, and they carry the story through some otherwise tedious scenes. This isn't to say the film is boring or the dialogue empty (quite the opposite), but eventually there's so much navel-gazing and local flavor that it becomes a little stifling. You just want a change of scenery or something foreign or new (kind of like living here at times, but that's a different story). At the end of the day, Stuck Between Stations is a tenderly made film with a lot of heart, even if its Minneapolitan sensibilities may prove to be a bit of a barrier to outsiders truly connecting with it.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222052132452709301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3435253058176416288.post-1912570045206651932011-05-04T23:04:00.212-05:002011-05-08T22:02:22.011-05:002011 MSPIFF Journal #2/3<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.mspfilmfest.org/2011/"><img border="0" height="126" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwanKgLyBu3zD6LWV2kKfduS2FKEXtffJhQNsGK91quj1HZN73mQ2rkm-_aZS2ZTV3izUIEVhXYOx8hPs94hPEM8NrvInXo-HrPVj39fk5Tzu60miCXmJsLQRDPeG1p78w5WVD0kW2K-xF/s400/2011MSPFilmFestivalBanner.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Grade: A</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Opens in Minneapolis later this summer<i><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">My expectations were sky high for the latest documentary from Steve James (<i>Hoop Dreams</i>), and he went ahead and soared past them. <i>The Interrupters</i> is a harrowing journey into the everyday lives of Chicagoans desperately trying to keep the city's troubled teens from killing each other. The film's main subjects are "violence interrupters" who work for <a href="http://www.ceasefirechicago.org/">CeaseFire</a>, a nonprofit dedicated to stopping street violence, most often in the form of shootings, by simply trying to verbally mediate between conflicting parties. In other words, telling gang members to put down their guns and just play nice with each other. Sound ridiculous? Well, turns out it's a fairly effective strategy, primarily because most of the interrupters are themselves ex-cons and former gang members. They know the game, and they know where and when they can be most effective in stopping another senseless murder before it happens. Obviously it's still an incredibly difficult task, and the film does an outstanding job balancing the successes with the ongoing challenges. It's not a feel-good documentary by any means, yet the the hope and optimism demonstrated by the interrupters cannot be denied. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Grade: B+<i><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Despite a few blips on the radar, I remain convinced that Latin America and Africa are greatly underrepresented on the local film scene (and the national and global film scenes, for that matter), so I jumped at the chance to see <i>A Screaming Man</i>, winner of a special jury prize at Cannes last year. More importantly, it caught my eye as the latest film from Chadian director Mahamat-Saleh Haroun, who helmed <i>Dry Season</i>, possibly my favorite film of MSPIFF in 2008 (<a href="http://movies.netflix.com/WiMovie/Daratt/70055579">queue it up</a>). The films are similar in many ways (and both star the gifted</span> Youssouf Djaoro<span style="font-size: small;">), with really the main difference being that <i>A Screaming Man</i> examines a father's conflicted emotions about a son, instead of a son's conflicted emotions about a father. The civil war serves as the background setting once again, but the brilliance of Haroun's story is that it's not really about war, but about decisions between family and career, and the transition between generations. <i>A Screaming Man </i>didn't bowl me over as much as <i>Dry Season</i>, but it's nonetheless troubling to think that we miss out on so many films like this every year.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Grade: B+</b></span><br />
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</span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Not having read Muriel Barbery's celebrated novel, <i>The Elegance of the Hedgehog</i>, I was pretty shocked at the opening narration from the film's young protagonist, Paloma, in which she announces, quite seriously, that she's planning to kill herself on her next birthday. In fact, that first minute cast a pretty disturbing pall over the rest of the movie, turning what might have been a really touching romantic dramedy into an occasionally uncomfortable meditation on death and loneliness. One could argue that the dramatic thread grounded the story in reality and provided for deeper emotional access, but I just felt on edge for a good part of the film. If its comedy was meant to be dark, I guess it was a little too dark for my taste. T</span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">hat said, <i>The Hedgehog</i> is still consistently watchable and even absorbing; nearly every scene takes place in just a few rooms and I felt immersed in a Parisian microcosm. It's also superbly acted and skips along at a nice pace until, again, a dose of mild depression to send you out. See it if you're in the mood for a good French film, just don't go in with the light-hearted expectations that I did.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222052132452709301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3435253058176416288.post-36566972394759991102011-04-30T14:17:00.004-05:002011-05-08T22:03:11.710-05:002011 MSPIFF Journal #1/3<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.mspfilmfest.org/2011/"><img border="0" height="126" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwanKgLyBu3zD6LWV2kKfduS2FKEXtffJhQNsGK91quj1HZN73mQ2rkm-_aZS2ZTV3izUIEVhXYOx8hPs94hPEM8NrvInXo-HrPVj39fk5Tzu60miCXmJsLQRDPeG1p78w5WVD0kW2K-xF/s400/2011MSPFilmFestivalBanner.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><strike>170</strike> 200+ Films in 3 Weeks - How many could you possible see?</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Naturally, each of the first three films I saw at MSPIFF were documentaries, not only because I have an affinity for them but also because there are literally dozens of documentaries in this year's fest, which is breaking its own record for number of films and number of days. Why the annual obsession with making MSPIFF bigger and longer than ever before, I don't know - by my elementary arithmetic, if you attended for 22 days straight and saw 4 films each day, you would still see fewer than half the number of films in the catalog.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nevertheless, there's something to be said for offering something for every movie fan, even if that means <i>every</i> movie fan. And considering the number of films on tap, the revived Film Society of Minneapolis-St. Paul has done a stellar job with the organization of the festival. Lines have been smooth and start times punctual, and in this third year at the St. Anthony venue, my opinion has been cemented that it's the perfect location for the festival: easy freeway access, free parking, and sufficient nearby cafes/restaurants (plus free Punch pizza with every ticket stub again?!). Not much more you can ask for - even some of the surly theater staff from last year appear to have left.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Here's a rundown on the three I saw last week:</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">Grade: B+</span></b><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">A meaty if not meandering documentary, <i>Page One</i> takes us behind the scenes of the Media Desk at the <i>New York Times</i>, which is tasked with covering the very state of print journalism itself. It's an interesting angle for director Andrew Rossi to take on this story, and it goes some way in refuting the "rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic" analogy about the state of legacy media in the 21st century. You leave the film convinced the that <i>The Times</i>, and presumably other news institutions, are finally begin to adapt not just in the way subscribers access content (i.e., the new pay wall they recently installed on their website), but in the way we think about the journalists providing that content. Rossi profiles people like Minneapolis native David Carr (whose <a href="http://www.simonandschuster.com/specials/nightofthegun/?wsref=3&num=582#">improbable journey</a> to <i>The Times</i> newsroom didn't get enough attention in either the film or the Q & A with Carr and Rossi after the opening night screening) and Brian Stelter, a blogger-turned-journalist who is the face of an impressive new generation of reporters at <i>The Times</i>. All that said, <i>Page One</i> never really develops a cohesive narrative, and the viewing experience is like reading the NYT Twitter feed, with scattered pieces of stories out of order and often out of context. Nonetheless, for subscribers like me (Sunday edition only), it's a fascinating look inside the news machine.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy-S2-J2qrE_M0KiuQEihCKfh-I8z3x6Yxs_ri24acN2fRrLVB8yM5BUdH9cr6viNujSjHhLu8f1APPX0Aa1zs-vBfpf2sU5B0nR1R_iXUfYfjZueRqgRU8Z8lR3OcfZLDhZInYh4WPkbX/s1600/nostalgia_light.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy-S2-J2qrE_M0KiuQEihCKfh-I8z3x6Yxs_ri24acN2fRrLVB8yM5BUdH9cr6viNujSjHhLu8f1APPX0Aa1zs-vBfpf2sU5B0nR1R_iXUfYfjZueRqgRU8Z8lR3OcfZLDhZInYh4WPkbX/s200/nostalgia_light.jpg" width="150" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Nostalgia for the Light</b></i></span><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Grade: </span></b></i><b><span style="font-size: small;">A</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Thought-provoking, awe-inspiring, and tragic, </span>Patricio Guzmán's <i>Nostalgia for the Light</i> is a superb feat of filmmaking, weaving together history, astronomy, and philosophy in a meditation on selective memory and the skeletons in Chile's closet. Centered in the Atacama Desert (site of the miraculous mine rescue of 2010), the film contrasts the desert's world-class astronomy facilities with the horrifying secrets that are buried in the ground around them, mostly in the form of skeletal remains of victims of the Pinochet dictatorship. While professors and scientists turn their eyes heavenward, a small group of women pick through the dust and dirt in a search for their relatives that has lasted 30 years. Both parties are in search of the past, and both have seemingly infinite horizons through which to carefully comb. The only difference is, the astronomers are working with the full support of the Chilean government, with every resource at their disposal. The women? They're mostly left alone in the hope that they will eventually die off, and take their talk of torture and injustice along with them. The film is not an indictment of Chile in this sense (Guzman waxes poetically about his country and shows it in an astonishingly beautiful light), but simply a troubling comparison between mankind's search for meaning in the stars, and mankind's search for redemption and forgiveness here on earth.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxemC-O8rgiorAdQUvjC0oV7xZYPMN15AsoxuVq2TY6XCbT1sMr0bPl_JW-ehG8_d7xhWd4IYUAj1Sea6USjgcbgvzrCaCD8ohSHUspSvKhKgTozzly1Qd2B1J68F7STHlKjG5F25MaKKu/s1600/kinshasa-symphony-movie-poster-2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxemC-O8rgiorAdQUvjC0oV7xZYPMN15AsoxuVq2TY6XCbT1sMr0bPl_JW-ehG8_d7xhWd4IYUAj1Sea6USjgcbgvzrCaCD8ohSHUspSvKhKgTozzly1Qd2B1J68F7STHlKjG5F25MaKKu/s200/kinshasa-symphony-movie-poster-2010.jpg" width="140" /></a><b><i>Kinshasa Symphony</i> </b></span><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">Grade: B+</span><i><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The main challenge with </span>Claus Wischmann and Martin Baer's <i>Kinshasa Symphony</i> is avoiding the temptation to simply write it off as a clichéd tearjerker. The title alone basically tells you what you're in for - an inspiring story about people making beautiful music against the odds in one of the world's most impoverished countries. What else would you expect? Indeed, it's exactly that and not much more, but in turning the lens on several compelling members of the orchestra and underscoring the challenges they face on a daily basis (to the tune of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony), the film ultimitaely does transcend expectations. What's missing, at least for prodding viewers like me, is some context about what exactly is going on in the background in Kinshasa, a city of 10 million people in arguably Africa's most tumultuous country, the Democratic Republic of the Congo. Granted, I came in about five minutes late, but I didn't get the full picture of the city, country, and culture that I was hoping for. But maybe that's a minor complaint, as the film is not meant to be a political or social commentary but simply a tribute to these unbelievably determined musicians. And in that respect, <i>Kinshasa Symphony</i> is music to the ears, eyes, and soul.</div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222052132452709301noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3435253058176416288.post-46056209490912085432011-04-29T23:01:00.023-05:002011-04-29T23:01:02.564-05:00In Context: Terrence Malick & The Tree of Life @ the Walker<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Brad Pitt in <i><b>The Tree of Life</b> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(image courtesy Fox Searchlight)</span></i></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="line-height: 150%;">In Context: Terrence Malick</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="line-height: 150%;">May 13–June 1, Walker Art Center </span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="line-height: 150%;">Press Release:</span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 150%;">"The area premiere of Terrence Malick’s new, heavily anticipated film, <i>The Tree of Life</i>, follows a rare, complete retrospective of the work of this extraordinary filmmaker.</span><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 150%;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small; line-height: 150%;">With uncompromising, unparalleled vision, Malick makes films of breathtaking panoramic vistas, sweeping soundscapes, masterful voice-over narration, and exquisite silences. A former Rhodes Scholar who studied philosophy and worked in journalism before turning to film, he made his first, the landmark <i>Badlands</i>, in 1973 at the age of 29. That year, the New York Film Festival opened with François Truffaut’s <i>Day for Night</i> and closed with <i>Badlands</i>—bookending the program by saluting the European master and announcing the arrival of a great new talent. Since this auspicious beginning, Malick has made just five films during his career and is notoriously silent about the work that he takes years to perfect, leaving interpretation up to the audience. Viewing his complete body of work, on majestic 35mm film, offers nothing less than a revelatory cinematic experience."</span><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 150%;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small; line-height: 150%;"><a name='more'></a>All films are written and directed by Terrence Malick and are screened in the Cinema. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="line-height: 150%;">Cinephile’s Pass:</span></b></span><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 150%;"> See all four retrospective films (excluding <i>The Tree<u> </u>of Life</i>) for the price of 3 for $24 ($18). <b><a href="http://calendar.walkerart.org/canopy.wac?id=6230">Tickets for all shows on sale now</a></b>.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 150%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir-9S7ytboYTJvf2mMJIOGIpzqwAkGadxXiGWnp8Q0cSMKjSBn71SwljUlligWTVzyMR4nSXWQpBjMf1daV3U-XE6V3qqWvFoPyauSWx2XFte-ip8FCJk3cxOK5gec5isBWwVg8-P2TVNy/s1600/badlands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir-9S7ytboYTJvf2mMJIOGIpzqwAkGadxXiGWnp8Q0cSMKjSBn71SwljUlligWTVzyMR4nSXWQpBjMf1daV3U-XE6V3qqWvFoPyauSWx2XFte-ip8FCJk3cxOK5gec5isBWwVg8-P2TVNy/s200/badlands.jpg" width="141" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Friday, May 13, 7:30 pm</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Badlands</i></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 150%;">“Terrence Malick’s cool, sometimes brilliant, always ferociously American film.” —<i>New York Times</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 150%;">In one of the greatest ever directorial debuts, Malick takes on the real-life story of 19-year-old Charles Starkweather, who with his girlfriend, Caril Ann Fugate, cut a swath of violence throughout the Midwest in the late 1950s, killing 11 people. Starring Martin Sheen and Sissy Spacek. </span><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 150%;">Selected for preservation in the National Film Registry. <i>1973, 35mm, 94 minutes.</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAPup0XfearESjPA8YZ1wTAElbYcp_63BRFvH9pwlUcjlgFSEjUT_uPH36dUAQQpziD-dhE0SfAFl772yNJWT9y4JqV2IHihBikKjNqjLV1vVqUvwGNiimLXVQJQcOzl0j8rpD85zdufxw/s1600/days_of_heaven.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAPup0XfearESjPA8YZ1wTAElbYcp_63BRFvH9pwlUcjlgFSEjUT_uPH36dUAQQpziD-dhE0SfAFl772yNJWT9y4JqV2IHihBikKjNqjLV1vVqUvwGNiimLXVQJQcOzl0j8rpD85zdufxw/s200/days_of_heaven.jpg" width="138" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sunday, May 15, 3:00 pm</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Days of Heaven</i></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 150%;">“Hauntingly beautiful in image, sound and rhythm, unashamedly poetic, brimming with sweetness and bitterness, darkness and light.” —<i>Newsweek</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 150%;">In the 1916 Texas Panhandle, three migrant workers travel from inner city Chicago to harvest wheat for a wealthy Texas farmer. What begins as a scheme for Bill and his lover, Abby, to con the sickly aristocrat out of his fortune takes a surprising turn. Starring Richard Gere, Brooke Adams, and Sam Shepard. <i>1978, 35mm, 94 minutes.</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMM4Hb9RHgTztNiuBAyzXW-uPh_wbdjRSCb5_y_w93IudzxyLbxcEwBT3YzDdsE5q3nR3DlusPMp5VIw37dpGe7feEZfQIKVVtYQ4LdJEDtuSk_rbagC6dt-fZjm5Hs-XIT1rqm7hPwTse/s1600/thin_red_line.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMM4Hb9RHgTztNiuBAyzXW-uPh_wbdjRSCb5_y_w93IudzxyLbxcEwBT3YzDdsE5q3nR3DlusPMp5VIw37dpGe7feEZfQIKVVtYQ4LdJEDtuSk_rbagC6dt-fZjm5Hs-XIT1rqm7hPwTse/s200/thin_red_line.jpg" width="135" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Friday, May 20, 7:30 pm</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span style="line-height: 150%;">The Thin Red Line</span></i></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 150%;">“A masterpiece … a powerfully written, superbly acted story that casts new light on [Malick’s] characteristic themes of nature and culture, thought and language, humanity and inhumanity, paradise lost and transcendence found.” —David Sterritt</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 150%;">Based on James Jones’ autobiographical novel about the 1942 conflict in Guadalcanal, this meditative, free-associative war opus explores man’s combative relationship to nature. With Nick Nolte, Sean Penn, Jim Caviezel, and a host of other notable actors. <i>1998, 35mm, 171 minutes.</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 150%;">Malick’s retelling of</span><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 150%;"> the English settlers at Jamestown under Captain Newport along with Captain John Smith encountering Pocahontas is mythic, tragic, and rapturously beautiful. With Colin Farrell, Christopher Plummer, and Q’orianka Kilcher. <i>2005, 35mm, 135 minutes.</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFUEGwJdY58Dc4F4rQXOMU3hWzu4ursllsZRkUzPuZ1nIrC_LPLjFXaqwNazrNoHQu0PHilRhbN-Nhis-eRD0Qel8GIdLh2Z_CuN4ksqwQqsUh3oiPyPHpSfV9h8g-_vPYbGMA9RrA-_f-/s1600/the_tree_of_life_movie_poster_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFUEGwJdY58Dc4F4rQXOMU3hWzu4ursllsZRkUzPuZ1nIrC_LPLjFXaqwNazrNoHQu0PHilRhbN-Nhis-eRD0Qel8GIdLh2Z_CuN4ksqwQqsUh3oiPyPHpSfV9h8g-_vPYbGMA9RrA-_f-/s200/the_tree_of_life_movie_poster_01.jpg" width="135" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="line-height: 150%;">Premiere</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="line-height: 150%;">Wednesday, June 1, 7:30 pm</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span style="line-height: 150%;">The Tree of Life</span></i></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 150%;">Tickets: $12 ($10 members and students with valid ID).</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"><br />
<span style="font-size: small; line-height: 150%;">Sean Penn and Brad Pitt star in Malick’s long-awaited new film. Spanning decades, it opens with 11-year-old Midwestern Jack’s shifting allegiances between his parents. As he ages, he realizes that family is just one way we become aware of the world and our place in it. <i>2011, 35mm, 138 minutes.</i></span></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222052132452709301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3435253058176416288.post-74750621901965895442011-04-26T00:01:00.037-05:002011-09-06T22:55:31.754-05:00Careful What You Win For: Lucky<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ57pGXaqM2gvwOfdOo2G_JAv5akypiVTDhq_KlOV2DrXKoDEvCZ_wrJiDMOj1dB57jC1eUFkXVKEn7NNEh4k410jAWycXIzXkduzmFkTbHv1VsC8eSVsEX-OUq4bNiHIHW0mRoDU1P5Z3/s1600/lucky-documentary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ57pGXaqM2gvwOfdOo2G_JAv5akypiVTDhq_KlOV2DrXKoDEvCZ_wrJiDMOj1dB57jC1eUFkXVKEn7NNEh4k410jAWycXIzXkduzmFkTbHv1VsC8eSVsEX-OUq4bNiHIHW0mRoDU1P5Z3/s400/lucky-documentary.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Now what?</b></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6HSHevIMVwssCjthqKvZc2WKHI9ZnK6LAq6PwS74iGVVSWyE3xJwnNQqmarHXYixazIT5GcKr2LORxSeP70jde_s_4BGD6W1v2EWE8Wi2XKlkqwlvJ6rBf_ovwxLhp5aQkAF3dOtOhzkH/s1600/NNVG241251-F.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6HSHevIMVwssCjthqKvZc2WKHI9ZnK6LAq6PwS74iGVVSWyE3xJwnNQqmarHXYixazIT5GcKr2LORxSeP70jde_s_4BGD6W1v2EWE8Wi2XKlkqwlvJ6rBf_ovwxLhp5aQkAF3dOtOhzkH/s200/NNVG241251-F.jpg" width="141" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I've often thought that if I won the lottery (if I ever played it), I'd give away all of the winnings - every dime. A righteously charitable fantasy to be sure, but my thinking has been that despite my debts and bills, I'm generally not struggling to get by from paycheck to paycheck. There are many, many more people who "need" extra money due to various circumstances and long-term financial hardships. People like multimillionaire lottery winners, as it turns out.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Jeffrey Blitz's compelling new documentary, <i>Lucky</i> (out today on DVD),<i> </i>explores the lives of a half dozen or so individuals and families who have been awarded those giant cardboard checks. Winning millions of dollars not surprisingly had a huge effect on their lives, but not quite in the way I would have expected, and definitely not in the way many of them hoped.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><a name='more'></a>One lottery representative equates winning the jackpot to "a death in the family", forever altering one's perspective on the purpose of their lives. Another lottery winner ($16 million) claims the prize to be "of the devil". And while nobody actually made this analogy, it struck me that nearly all of the winners assumed a Scarlett Letter of sorts, exiled to a life of loneliness and alienation. Marriages are broken up, friendships terminated, and lives threatened - even among family members. Needless to say, many of the life-fulfilling fantasies that we all associate with winning the lottery are dutifully stripped away by Blitz (whose brilliant <i>Spellbound </i>also laid bare the cold truth about the years and dollars spent in pursuit of a spelling bee title). </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Two insights in particular stood out to me. First, the fantasy of winning is often better than the reality of winning. A mathematician describes always having dreamed about buying a Lamborghini after hitting the jackpot, but after winning and being able to actually afford one, he realized that </span>he didn't enjoy the things that he didn't work for. So instead, he bought a Volvo. Moreover, he realized his millions couldn't buy him <i>everything </i>that he wanted, such as a beautiful singing voice, which he nonetheless painstakingly aspires toward with private voice lessons.<br />
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Secondly, winning the lottery changes your identity no matter how hard you try to retain your old self, as the perception of others about you becomes the truth you have to live with. Friendships and intimate relationships are strained as your identity as a member of the rat race (or any other "normal" member of society) is gone in the blink of an eye. No longer are you able to have casual conversations with friends, neighbors, and even relatives, to say nothing of more meaningful discussions. What is there to talk about? Your job? The daily grind? Your plans and hopes for the future? Your opinions? Forget it - everything about you is defined by the millions of dollars invisibly spilling out of your pockets. Fact is, you can't relate to anyone about anything; not surprisingly, most lottery winners keep their winning story to themselves, and are much more comfortable in the company of other lottery winners.<br />
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If nothing else, <i>Lucky </i>offers not just serious food for thought on class and culture, but also some solace for viewers whose numbers haven't come up yet in the Powerball. At times I actually wondered if the title of the film might have been meant to describe not the people on the screen, but rather the rest of us.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Lucky </i>streets </span><span style="font-size: small;">today </span><span style="font-size: small;">on DVD from <a href="http://www.docurama.com/docurama/lucky/">Docurama Films</a></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Qn9OYsWewT8?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="640"></iframe></span></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222052132452709301noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3435253058176416288.post-54325964541237577192011-03-31T23:28:00.002-05:002011-03-31T23:28:55.398-05:00The Best Documentaries of 2010<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>1</b>. <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2010/12/taking-it-home-inside-job.html"><i><b>Inside Job</b></i></a></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg_ZkqAYCYHI6nqv5Te1C0qN_y18Qrc2dMMK6TPxWAbKZgb3bBehoO6iTLND3un1BfZbrkNGHNN9IaXYtZgkn6nFaHmrJ5s7Ag8iZCdZ037SI61v3wJLgw1fMo_zZsktxkw7Cwwcf2z5ML/s1600/inside_job.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg_ZkqAYCYHI6nqv5Te1C0qN_y18Qrc2dMMK6TPxWAbKZgb3bBehoO6iTLND3un1BfZbrkNGHNN9IaXYtZgkn6nFaHmrJ5s7Ag8iZCdZ037SI61v3wJLgw1fMo_zZsktxkw7Cwwcf2z5ML/s200/inside_job.jpg" width="134" /></a><span style="font-size: small;">"Listening to the media echo chamber discuss President Obama's tax deal this week, I realized that it's been more than two months since I saw Charles Ferguson's illuminating <i>Inside Job</i>, and, shockingly, I think I still understand his deft explanation of the reasons behind the financial meltdown and, consequently, our current panic about tax rates and unemployment benefits. After numerous films - including but not limited to <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2009/10/taking-it-home-capitalism-love-story.html"><i>Capitalism: A Love Story</i></a> (0/2 for Michael Moore after he dropped the health care ball with the forgettable <i>Sicko</i>), <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2010/01/300-words-about-american-casino.html"><i>American Casino</i></a>, <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2010/09/wall-street-people-never-change.html"><i>Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps</i></a>, and even <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2010/08/300-words-about-other-guys.html"><i>The Other Guys</i></a> - tried and failed to explain what led to The Great Recession, Ferguson's film was like a breath of fresh air, illustrating the financial foolishness in terms that anyone can understand. Good thing, too, because as I said in my pan of the meaningless <i>Wall Street</i>, this was probably the last chance The Recession Movie had to establish itself as a viable genre.</span><span style="font-size: small;">" </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>2. <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2010/07/taking-it-home-restrepo.html"><i>Restrepo</i></a></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUrfoqP8QJjQ1aYgZJh0lyqdXZTnUtinQVpR8aXx-_bfrFn5FCgYrPP-FjRC09RB6yX4XCEnJPSPgWiQL_GakCvaWlp3Reghdj7KPsr8xoDazb7U7c34TGi1TSvzHrjl2G-7806JzhW4tb/s1600/restrepo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUrfoqP8QJjQ1aYgZJh0lyqdXZTnUtinQVpR8aXx-_bfrFn5FCgYrPP-FjRC09RB6yX4XCEnJPSPgWiQL_GakCvaWlp3Reghdj7KPsr8xoDazb7U7c34TGi1TSvzHrjl2G-7806JzhW4tb/s200/restrepo.jpg" width="135" /></a><span style="font-size: small;">"If <i>Restrepo </i>isn't the most visceral war film we've ever seen, it's at least the most visceral movie about the war in Afghanistan that we've yet seen, and the most insightful documentary on the 21st-century soldier's experience since <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2010/01/considering-best-documentaries-of.html"><i>The War Tapes</i></a><i>...</i><i>Restrepo </i>almost seems to exist in a vacuum, like a fictionalized action movie (<i>Predators</i>, <i>Avatar</i>?) in which a dozen American soldiers accidentally land on another planet and have to fight for their lives. Of course, that's not the case. These are real twenty-somethings from Wisconsin, Florida, California, and elsewhere, fighting for their lives in a desolate valley on the other side of the world, wearing our flag on their shoulders, shooting at the trees in the hopes of killing unknown enemies who may or may not be connected to one of several networks that could be planning attacks against us somewhere on the planet and sometime in the near, or long-term, future. If this represents our very best attempt at securing American freedom and prosperity and liberating the world from themselves (that's the mandate we've proclaimed, right?), I'm afraid we should be deeply concerned."</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>3. <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2010/09/300-words-about-im-still-here.html"><i>I'm Still Here</i></a></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivLObgI8ZiaMLfzCHAzXBWv4oafljXiANz6h5P0C4PkpW9DM4lNf2yPMN49w-XYwGlFiDTbabIaK_Cjs3DaO4zVtxP8Tne4oVJNcDwnHE-pU6EBpN6K469F10Sox_gc7agt-1j6A6hOPmY/s1600/im_still_here.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivLObgI8ZiaMLfzCHAzXBWv4oafljXiANz6h5P0C4PkpW9DM4lNf2yPMN49w-XYwGlFiDTbabIaK_Cjs3DaO4zVtxP8Tne4oVJNcDwnHE-pU6EBpN6K469F10Sox_gc7agt-1j6A6hOPmY/s200/im_still_here.jpg" width="135" /></a></div><span style="font-size: small;">"Maybe I'm just a more observant viewer than most, but I would think that most focused movie-goers and critics would pick up on at least a few of these clues.But whether or not you feel like you've been unfairly taken for a ride, there are a few aspects of <i>I'm Still Here</i> that I think should be appreciated. First, the film shows us just how little the average person actually knew about Joaquin Phoenix to begin with; that we still don't know anything about the "real" him is fascinating to consider. Second, <i>I'm Still Here</i> probably chronicles the death of a Hollywood career as it would happen - as it does happen, to many former stars. Lastly, it demonstrates just how talented an actor Joaquin Phoenix is, playing an alternate version of himself in a much more committed way than, say, John Malkovich in <i>Being John Malkovich</i>. Few actors would ever take the risk to spend two years on a project like this, and I hope Phoenix's career is justly rewarded - even if Hollywood is bitter that the joke was always on them.</span><span style="font-size: small;">"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>4. <i>Last Train Home</i></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-size: small;"><i>No review, but consider it a worthy follow-up to <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-of-2008-part-4.html">Up the Yangtze</a></i>. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>5. <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2010/04/mspiff-2010-week-1-roundup.html"><i>The Oath</i></a></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-size: small;">"Summarizing the storyline is not really helpful, but suffice to say it is extremely rare that you will see a documentary cover this much material and still remain grounded in its primary subjects. If you have any interest in international relations, history, war, terrorism, Guantanamo Bay, the Supreme Court, Islam, or the Middle East, <i>The Oath</i> may be considered required viewing." </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>6. <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2011/03/getafilm-gallimaufry-catfish-winnebago.html"><i>Catfish</i></a></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Believe me, I can't explain it, but I can admit it: <i>Catfish </i>was one of my favorite films of the year, not because it offered a scathing social critique (<i>I'm Still Here</i> still has a subtly brilliant position above it), but because it made me think, really think hard and long about what I was watching. Is there anything better than that?</span><span style="font-size: small;">"</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>7. <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2010/11/300-words-about-waste-land.html"><i>Waste Land</i></a></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyIiOXj7up03Hw4HVLKdqrFsNjHGYx5e2Zf1ccxHHX_F1pLAWs27XVLzfM3gttaQ2Ce9mVzQyiGHDjcLVMoQbPi05sngsqicjnGfIibTuAmo7rj-zG1f8OL9vCwBaIDE1Oegf3iQG-ghDL/s1600/waste_land.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyIiOXj7up03Hw4HVLKdqrFsNjHGYx5e2Zf1ccxHHX_F1pLAWs27XVLzfM3gttaQ2Ce9mVzQyiGHDjcLVMoQbPi05sngsqicjnGfIibTuAmo7rj-zG1f8OL9vCwBaIDE1Oegf3iQG-ghDL/s200/waste_land.jpg" width="135" /></a></div><span style="font-size: small;">"Topically similar to <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2010/03/taking-it-home-garbage-dreams.html"><i>Garbage Dreams</i></a> but thematically similar to <i>Born into Brothels</i>, Lucy Walker's endearing <i>Waste Land</i> is a humble, tender tribute to the millions of people we walk by daily but avoid looking in the eye. In the U.S., as in Brazil and maybe every other developed nation, an undercurrent of classism wreaks havoc on the social fabric. We marginalize and generalize about the groups below us on the social ladder, never considering to recognize the ambitions and talents of the individuals who comprise those groups. If a picture is worth a thousand words, Vik Muniz' portraits of workers in the world's largest landfill (<i>Jardim Gramacho, </i>outside Rio de Janeiro) tell a timeless story of human ambition, cooperation, innovation, beauty, and creativity.That's pretty flowery language applied to a film set amongst mountains of rotting garbage, but it's there if you look for it - and you don't have to look too hard...It's probably not a coincidence that the subjects chosen by Muniz for this particular project are quite attractive by most standards, but if he has shown anything, it's that even beautiful people might not recognize their beauty until someone shows it to them.</span><span style="font-size: small;">"</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>8. <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2010/12/un-fracking-believable-gasland.html"><i>Gasland</i></a></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaEvQvwU8twiPY_t-pCEIbrz2x0mK8sJ36K6pBf1W4UgcS6xRsjf-K_OCMdQ1QlDJ7oJZBbUeWtE5P-sJRRBD2Q9_Q5tMkbFDTm6Xm_N5-yH4-unRXoffTjt4pebtjKctx_W8Q1OZWhHoD/s1600/gasland-8069-poster-large.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaEvQvwU8twiPY_t-pCEIbrz2x0mK8sJ36K6pBf1W4UgcS6xRsjf-K_OCMdQ1QlDJ7oJZBbUeWtE5P-sJRRBD2Q9_Q5tMkbFDTm6Xm_N5-yH4-unRXoffTjt4pebtjKctx_W8Q1OZWhHoD/s200/gasland-8069-poster-large.jpeg" width="137" /></a></div><span style="font-size: small;">"If you became angry or frustrated while watching <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2010/12/taking-it-home-inside-job.html"><i>Inside Job</i></a>, wait until you get a load of <a href="http://gaslandthemovie.com/"><i>Gasland</i></a>, the award-winning documentary exposing even more egregious shenanigans committed by Corporate America. All things considered (including his personal relationship to the story), filmmaker Josh Fox lays out an honest, objective examination of hydraulic fracturing, or "fracking", the controversial new trend in domestic natural gas production. <i>Gasland </i>is this decade's <i>Erin Brockovich</i> or <i>A Civil Action</i>, the significant difference being that in this documentary, and thus in real life, companies aren't committing crimes by breaking or going around government regulations meant to protect citizens. That's because relatively speaking, there are no such regulations in place."</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>9. <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2010/07/getafilm-gallimaufry-robin-hood-lenfant.html"><i>The Two Escobars</i></a></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivugP_2W7-1DJRfeGeUsbqn4fWb0ZgD0LjW9_wW8TY718y5O6RzWtQhig4UQ6kqibU_9f2RDGxG2gFKLL4HWyT2Nc9iGMDGyLJ9Wqj1YqqoY0AtRJ3GMIC1qsJHlMl_RYTNFUuGrIG4lXQ/s1600/the_two_escobars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivugP_2W7-1DJRfeGeUsbqn4fWb0ZgD0LjW9_wW8TY718y5O6RzWtQhig4UQ6kqibU_9f2RDGxG2gFKLL4HWyT2Nc9iGMDGyLJ9Wqj1YqqoY0AtRJ3GMIC1qsJHlMl_RYTNFUuGrIG4lXQ/s200/the_two_escobars.jpg" width="135" /></a></div><span style="font-size: small;">"...it's the most engrossing installment of the handful of "30 for 30" films I've seen thus far, but I'd go so far to say it's also one of the most captivating documentaries I've seen in a few years. Granted, I am a former soccer player (as in, I played it for a dozen years growing up) and World Cup fanatic who rather vividly remembers hearing the news in 1994 that Andres Escobar had been gunned down mere days after committing that disastrously unlucky own goal. I was entering my teen years at the time and was too young to understand global politics very well (let alone the dirty underside of global politics in drug-producing countries) but suffice to say I knew something was very abnormal and disturbing about a player I had just seen on the field being killed for something that happened on that field. <i>The Two Escobars</i> tells the full story in gripping, frequently graphic detail, and if you are a veteran football fan or a newcomer to the sport during this terrific World Cup season, it is truly must-see TV.</span><span style="font-size: small;">"</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>10. <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2011/03/getafilm-gallimaufry-catfish-winnebago.html"></a><a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2010/07/taking-it-home-9500-liberty_14.html"><i>9500 Liberty</i></a></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhYRLv5kuM1cNWGzrI4MATfztmfJf-r0xUr7e8C1_gVhgolfRpGFfSADJSpcf4o2NjCc2AJ1VqbX9td6z7f0xfBQXLnXxb04obTUzpZi7w_XneNz-olfvn_RYZjQiyKmO9nP8ZHO9yOPK5/s1600/9500+liberty+poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhYRLv5kuM1cNWGzrI4MATfztmfJf-r0xUr7e8C1_gVhgolfRpGFfSADJSpcf4o2NjCc2AJ1VqbX9td6z7f0xfBQXLnXxb04obTUzpZi7w_XneNz-olfvn_RYZjQiyKmO9nP8ZHO9yOPK5/s200/9500+liberty+poster.jpg" width="135" /></a></div><span style="font-size: small;">"What <i>9500 Liberty</i> confirms, not surprisingly, is that there are no easy answers to the problem of illegal immigration. Moreover, it underscores how much of this debate - on both sides - is driven not by rational logic, but by emotional panic. It becomes apparent while watching <i>9500 Liberty</i> that the Arizona bill will be a trumpeted success in some aspects and a humiliating failure in others. The trick will be learning how to navigate between the rhetoric and the reality while maintaining a big picture perspective on the future of the United States. At the end of the day, and as it has for every controversial social change this country has experienced, this question remains begging: What will adapt first - laws or people? The American Constitution or the constitution of America?</span><span style="font-size: small;">"</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Honorable Mentions</b></span>: <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2011/03/getafilm-gallimaufry-catfish-winnebago.html"><i>A Film Unfinished</i></a>, <i><a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2010/12/getafilm-gallimaufry-marwencol-black.html">Exit Through the Gift Shop</a></i>, <i><a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2010/11/independent-lens-presents-lost-sparrow.html">Lost Sparrow</a></i>, <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2010/12/getafilm-gallimaufry-marwencol-black.html"><i>Marwencol</i></a>, <i>The Tillman Story</i>, <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-worlds-collide-premiering-tonight.html"><i>When Worlds Collide</i></a>, <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2011/03/getafilm-gallimaufry-catfish-winnebago.html"><i>Winnebago Man</i></a><br />
</span> </div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222052132452709301noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3435253058176416288.post-16476507733556626992011-03-31T11:28:00.078-05:002011-04-11T22:54:17.086-05:00The Best Movies of 2010<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>1</b>. <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2010/03/getafilm-gallimaufry-prophet-fish-tank.html"><i><b>A Prophet</b></i></a></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFyIuUOlxk6P0cyu8_jcN0auxIFEVV3INgYhBcB_VHrxSE8NFI4scZw5ok8qw4Y9wpI3kIQvDrLU8F5hvVa76AOo4WIvrlFB9G1GsYa__92Kxv8bU5ycpuAYizdDu4tGYshhWB0JaVToOq/s1600/prophete-tahar-rahim-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFyIuUOlxk6P0cyu8_jcN0auxIFEVV3INgYhBcB_VHrxSE8NFI4scZw5ok8qw4Y9wpI3kIQvDrLU8F5hvVa76AOo4WIvrlFB9G1GsYa__92Kxv8bU5ycpuAYizdDu4tGYshhWB0JaVToOq/s320/prophete-tahar-rahim-2.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-size: small;">"<i>A <span class="il">Prophet</span></i> is one of the best crime sagas in recent memory, and, along with last year's <i>Lion's Den</i> and <i>Hunger</i>, it has helped usher in a new era of harrowing prison dramas (the last truly memorable one being what, <i>The Shawshank Redemption</i>?).<br />
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Written and directed by Jacques Audiard, whose last film (<i>The Beat My Heart Skipped</i>) was highly acclaimed but unseen by me, <i>A <span class="il">Prophet</span> </i>boasts impressive verisimilitude for a completely fictional story. Maybe it's not surprising considering former convicts were hired as extras and advisers, but Audiard himself has admitted that prison life is rarely depicted in French film and television. French citizens are apparently clueless about what goes on behind prison walls in their country, so it doesn't take much convincing to accept this story as reality.</span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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Indeed, life on the inside is reflective of life on the outside: the old French/European power structure is fading as new immigrant groups - particularly Arab Muslims (that term should not sound nearly as redundant as it does) - are arriving and establishing their identities as the "new French". Symbolically speaking, this film is urgently relevant (it won nine of the record 13 </span> <span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/C%C3%A9sar_Award" target="_blank">César Awards</a> for which it was nominated); cinematically speaking it is a masterful showcase of acting, cinematography, pacing (even at 150 minutes), suspense, music, action and, most importantly, global insight.</span><span style="font-size: small;">" </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>2. <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2011/01/playing-with-truth-film-in-2010.html"><i>The Social Network</i></a></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIXNVd_O5A2WxuzpQvu2UJtIx91Sq7Hd5D0Qhn3zmhsAQsY1tT07a_gy4ZUEMG4yEccQQC1OFnUi50V-PKqvpEcjbDAPdQFLPTG2VQsUNmivi_q039YSOCyWCiszXREFna7kMz7RaMLIJG/s1600/The-Social-Network.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="135" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIXNVd_O5A2WxuzpQvu2UJtIx91Sq7Hd5D0Qhn3zmhsAQsY1tT07a_gy4ZUEMG4yEccQQC1OFnUi50V-PKqvpEcjbDAPdQFLPTG2VQsUNmivi_q039YSOCyWCiszXREFna7kMz7RaMLIJG/s200/The-Social-Network.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span style="font-size: small;">"No matter how hard we might try, and no matter how much of it is actually true, and no matter that (or likely because) it is such an assured and polished piece of cinema, <i>The Social Network</i> is now and forever will be a primary influence on our thinking about Facebook and its founding. You can deny it, but for better or (probably) for worse, it has significantly changed some of our opinions about Zuckerberg and social networking, and thus also the decisions we'll make about if and how we use Facebook. Since the Facebook story is not yet complete, I find that realization fascinating: <i>The Social Network</i> will influence the real-life future of its characters - Zuckerberg included - considerably more than the average film based on true events.</span><span style="font-size: small;">"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>4. <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2011/01/playing-with-truth-film-in-2010.html"><i>The Fighter</i></a></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"<i>The Fighter</i> is an example of a film that gets better as it gets closer to the reality of what actually happened (a far cry from <i>The Social Network</i>), simply because the characters and story are so rich in the first place."</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>5. <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2010/09/getafilm-gallimaufry-animal-kingdom-get.html"><i>Animal Kingdom</i></a></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"If <i>Animal Kingdom</i> were made by a veteran American director like Scorsese, it would be a shoo-in for a Best Picture nomination.</span><span style="font-size: small;">"</span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>6. <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2010/11/127-hours-in-94-riveting-minutes.html"><i>127 Hours</i></a></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"While the physical pain of being trapped under a rock would be debilitating, I fear the mental anguish of regret would be worse.</span><span style="font-size: small;">"</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>7. <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2010/12/getafilm-gallimaufry-marwencol-black.html"><i>True Grit</i></a></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-size: small;">"Jeff Bridges as Rooster Cogburn is one of those characters, and although I haven't seen the original <i>True Grit</i>, I think I'd rather watch Bridges in the character if only because he's a lot more fun to imitate than John Wayne.</span><span style="font-size: small;">"</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>8. <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2010/07/getafilm-gallimaufry-robin-hood-lenfant.html"><i>Toy Story 3</i></a></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-size: small;">"As always with Pixar films, it was a visual spectacle that is so brilliantly written it can be appreciated by people of all ages (and, as always with Pixar films, the theater was comprised primarily of adults - go figure).</span><span style="font-size: small;">"</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">9</span>. <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2010/07/10-best-things-about-inception.html"><i>Inception</i></a></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-size: small;">"It's not a sequel!</span><span style="font-size: small;">"</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>10. <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2010/03/getafilm-gallimaufry-prophet-fish-tank.html"><i>Fish Tank</i></a></b></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"</span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Mia is the anti-Juno MacGuff: she looks, walks, talks, and generally acts like a teenager, which is truly refreshing in this age of ironically mature teen characters."</span></span>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222052132452709301noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3435253058176416288.post-51739610001764686082011-03-26T15:17:00.003-05:002011-09-06T22:55:31.767-05:00On the Horizon: Movies in 2011<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-size: small;">Although I've yet to finalize my best films of 2010, mostly because I'm still slowly catching up to all that I've missed, it's already well into 2011 and thus time to take a look at what's ahead.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">People have defended 2010 as a solid year in film, but I'm afraid I just haven't seen (at least not yet) much to write home about, or write here about, as it were. Compared to the upcoming year, however, 2010 may end up being considered a golden year to be remember. I'm not going to break down specific titles by month as I have in past years; rather, I'm going to lift from Mark Harris' <a href="http://www.gq.com/entertainment/movies-and-tv/201102/the-day-the-movies-died-mark-harris">instantly classic article</a> in the February issue of GQ (which I now realize has been lauded all over the place for weeks, but which I only discovered in the hard copy of the magazine that I </span><span style="text-decoration: line-through;">stole</span><span style="font-size: small;"> borrowed from the YMCA).</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I think this is all that needs to be said, and I think that aside from <a href="http://www.mspfilmfest.org/2011/">MSPIFF 2011</a> this spring, I probably shouldn't worry about the many new movies that I'm likely to miss this year as well:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"...let's look ahead to what's on the menu for this year: four adaptations of comic books. One prequel to an adaptation of a comic book. One sequel to a sequel to a movie based on a toy. One sequel to a sequel to a sequel to a movie based on an amusement-park ride. One prequel to a remake. Two sequels to cartoons. One sequel to a comedy. An adaptation of a children's book. An adaptation of a Saturday-morning cartoon. One sequel with a <i>4</i> in the title. Two sequels with a <i>5</i> in the title. One sequel that, if it were inclined to use numbers, would have to have a <i>7 1/2</i> in the title.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">...Right now, we can argue that any system that allows David Fincher to plumb the invention of Facebook and the Coen brothers to visit the old West, that lets us spend the holidays gorging on new work by Darren Aronofsky and David O. Russell, has got to mean that American filmmaking is in reasonably good health. But the truth is that we'll be back to summer—which seems to come sooner every year—in a heartbeat. And it's hard to hold out much hope when you hear the words that one studio executive, who could have been speaking for all her kin, is ready to chisel onto Hollywood's tombstone: "<b>We don't tell stories anymore.</b>"</span></div></blockquote></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222052132452709301noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3435253058176416288.post-40751953253973029062011-03-09T23:15:00.028-06:002011-03-10T00:31:33.491-06:00Getafilm Gallimaufry: Catfish, Winnebago Man, and A Film Unfinished<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><i>[<span style="font-style: italic;">Note</span>: <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/search/label/gallimaufry">This series</a> includes scattered thoughts on various movie-related topics. I was looking for a word that started with the letter "g" that means collection or assortment, but lest you think I'm some elitist wordsmith, know that I'd never heard of "gallimaufry" and I don't even know how to say it, but it was the only other option the thesaurus provided aside from "goulash" (too foody) and "garbage" (no).]</i></span></b></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">_______________________________________________________________</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Recently I wrote about last year's trend of <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2011/01/playing-with-truth-film-in-2010.html">playing with the truth</a>, or at least playing it up. I focused on feature films, but there were a surprising number of documentaries from 2010 that belong in the same conversation, such as <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2010/12/getafilm-gallimaufry-marwencol-black.html"><i>Exit Through the Gift Shop</i></a>, <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2010/09/300-words-about-im-still-here.html"><i>I'm Still Here</i></a>, and three more I recently caught up with:</span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Take heed if you have not yet seen this film and stop reading. Now. Seriously, if you're planning to watch it (and I think you should), don't read further. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Throughout last year I stepped around every discussion of it and for the most part I was able to avoid any plot details, which I'm very glad for. Ironically, though, what I wasn't able to avoid were hints that a fair amount of this film was fabricated. With that in mind, I watched <i>Catfish </i>and...still believed every frame of it. At least on first glance, and without giving any critical thought to the filming process. Yes, I found myself eating up every bit of the story, laughing along as the characters acted and reacted as only people of a certain generation would (e.g., hearing a song and having the automatic reaction to look it up on YouTube, or understanding the humor of <a href="http://theoatmeal.com/comics/restaurant_website">The Oatmeal</a>). In fact I loved what I was watching, loved how the story was wildly entertaining while also extremely thought-provoking: how do we live when we live - and love - online?</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Then it ended, and I then I went online (natch), and then I realized that maybe I'd been taken for a ride. I didn't have any easy answers to a lot of questions people raised, such as why the filmmakers shot so much footage in the early months, or why they suddenly became tech-savvy and suspicious at a very convenient point in the story, or why an 8 year-old had such an active internet presence (tell me we're not already there).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><a name='more'></a>Right now I think I'm content to accept that Ariel, Yaniv, and Henry might have known what they had on their hands right away, but that the way the story developed is the way the story actually developed, and that Nev and Angela were and are normal people who happened to become involved in a very bizarre situation. Maybe all of that is completely false, but frankly, I don't even know if I care much beyond that, or if I ever want to find out. Believe me, I can't explain it, but I can admit it: <i>Catfish </i>was one of my favorite films of the year, not because it offered a scathing social critique (<i>I'm Still Here</i> still has a subtly brilliant position above it), but because it made me think, really think hard and long about what I was watching. Is there anything better than that?</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">_______________________________________________</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Maybe the only thing worse than the nagging fear that you are being lied to online (as in <i>Catfish</i>) is the nagging fear that your offline sins will make their way online. Consider the case of Jack Rebney, who at one point a few decades ago spent a frustrating summer in the hot Iowa sun filming a Winnebago sales video. Between takes Jack turned from Mr. Hyde into Dr. Jekyll, and the results weren't pretty. The young crew compiled the extra footage and outtakes and shared it with Winnebago (which fired Jack) before sharing it with all of their friends (who shared it with all of their friends). Years later, the internet caught up to the film, and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zSWUWPx2VeQ">Winnebago Man</a> was born as an official internet phenomenon. Sorry, Jack.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Believe it or not <i>Winnebago Man</i> was my first exposure to the footage, and amusing as it the outtakes are, I never would have thought to do what filmmaker Ben Steinbauer did: track down Jack Rebney and see if he was still "the angriest man in the world". After all, we see weekly videos of complete strangers embarrassing themselves, so what's one more crazy guy?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Well for one thing, Jack's rant happened long before the internet, so immediate investigation was impossible, as was recently the case with <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IMgyi57s-A4">Phil "Master's Degree in Communication" Davison</a> and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQSNhk5ICTI">Paul "Double Rainbow" Vasquez</a>. Those guys were tracked down within days and allowed to explain themselves. Jack Rebney never had that chance, and boy did his video deserve an explanation. Why would a Winnebago salesperson be so cantankerous? Was this film a true representation of his character, or was he just a victim of circumstance (a bad day, hot weather, the internet)?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Meeting Rebney in the film now, as a lonely man in his twilight years, I couldn't help but feel a profound sense of sympathy for him, if only because he didn't know what he was up against, and didn't quite know how to fight against the internet and try to clear his name. Moreover, the man himself remains an enigma - we know almost nothing about his past, and barely anything about his post-Winnebago years. If Steinbauer succeeded in showing us how a person can achieve redemption in one of the most bizarre ways imaginable, he still failed, technically, in finding out who the man is in the video. Perhaps tellingly, Jack Rebney has evidently now <a href="http://www.jackrebney.com/">embraced his persona</a>, preventing anyone from ever knowing the "real" Jack Rebney.</span><br />
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Better than almost any other example I gave in that last post about truth on screen, </span><span id="movie_synopsis_blurb" style="display: inline;">Yael Hersonski's</span><span style="font-size: small;"> <i>A Film Unfinished</i> demonstrates how powerfully the images we see in movies influence our understanding of reality - or misunderstanding in this case. Millions of us have seen footage from the Holocaust over the years, the horrific abuse and death spelled out in black-and-white images, as if from a distant time or another world. At some point we've probably seen footage of life in the Warsaw ghetto, which was shot and edited by the Nazis for the purpose of propaganda during the war effort. But no one has ever seen the "outtakes", the clips left on the editing room floor that reveal something else entirely about life in the ghetto.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">What the Nazi filmmakers knew then, but what we only have learned now, is that the ghetto was essentially a living film set, with actors, staged scenes, and multiple takes, all in an effort to reinforce the stereotypes of Jews that enabled the madness to happen. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Thus, <i>A Film Unfinished</i> reveals two horrifying truths: 1.) We've been unknowingly absorbing this staged and edited footage as a representation of reality for half a century, and that's shameful; and 2.) </span><span style="font-size: small;">somehow, the Nazis were more wickedly evil than we may have even suspected. Not only were the Jews in Warsaw dehumanized and exterminated like animals, but humiliatingly <i>forced to act like lesser humans</i> on their way to grim death. It's just unimaginable.<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Lastly, and this is unrelated to the film's purpose (I think), but while watching <i>A Film Unfinished</i> I was reminded that I have an incredibly low tolerance for Holocaust footage, including many of the images in this film. I obviously absorb images very intensely (hence my passion for film, hence this blog), and I simply can't bring myself to fully watch, for example, the mass disposal of naked bodies at the end of this film. Knowing that those bodies are human bodies, and that those humans were living, breathing, unique individuals with names and hobbies and personality quirks and countless talents, and that they are separated from me by only a few decades and a few thousand miles, well it's just beyond my ability to grasp in a reasonable way. I don't know how to watch it and not have an overwhelming sense of discomfort, horror, rage, helplessness and, maybe most of all, confusion.</span></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222052132452709301noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3435253058176416288.post-46534010316132930222011-03-04T10:21:00.022-06:002011-03-05T11:23:07.070-06:00Regis Dialogue w/ Julian Schnabel @ the Walker<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-aHf71S7FgVsX91TnkdEPgNa2kYTIW2gSc576dI5HFSFgyNZB6bs78DT-GsSRGmt4y1AikcnUgBlwn7yhOiwf1GTpQfNvy4_tvCQ6nkfIfmtcyGxuvx739jQtGNNmHok3MKz2gTqm6EbH/s1600/18357600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-aHf71S7FgVsX91TnkdEPgNa2kYTIW2gSc576dI5HFSFgyNZB6bs78DT-GsSRGmt4y1AikcnUgBlwn7yhOiwf1GTpQfNvy4_tvCQ6nkfIfmtcyGxuvx739jQtGNNmHok3MKz2gTqm6EbH/s400/18357600.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="http://calendar.walkerart.org/canopy.wac?id=6117"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>Julian Schnabel: Artist Director</b></i></span></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Walker Cinema, March 4-19, 2011 </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Via the Walker Art Center</b> (trailers below the jump):</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Over the past 20 years, the Regis Dialogue and Retrospective programs have brought some of today’s most innovative and influential filmmakers to the Walker Cinema, an intimate setting in which directors talk about their creative process, influences, and body of work illuminated with film clips, anecdotes, and personal insights. In March, join Julian Schnabel in conversation with Walker chief curator Darsie Alexander on the Cinema stage.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a name='more'></a>An American renaissance man, Schnabel was 15 when he realized he wanted to be an artist. In 1978 he completed a breakthrough work, his first “plate painting” (large-scale images set on broken ceramic plates). Contemplating a variety of titles for the piece, such as <span class="wac_title">Painting for the Italian Cinema</span> (or <span class="wac_title">French</span> and <span class="wac_title">American Cinema</span>), <span class="wac_title">Paramount</span>, and <span class="wac_title">Roman Holiday #2</span>, Schnabel eventually settled on <span class="wac_title">The Patients and the Doctors</span>—but it was clear from the very beginning that his passion for film was an inspiration in his creative endeavors. His paintings have since been shown and collected around the world, with several of his other earlier works, such as the 1976 canvas <span class="wac_title">Shoeshine (or Vittorio de Sica)</span>, also indicating his interest in cinema. <br />
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The release of his lauded film debut, <i><span class="wac_title">Basquiat</span> </i>(1996), announced Schnabel as an accomplished director as well as artist. All his features are infused with his artistic sensibility: beautifully crafted, they are visually stunning portraits of extraordinary individuals, and in each case they zero in on one artistic person’s inner life and creative expression. “Whether it’s the screen in a movie or whether it’s the rectangle that is the perimeter of a painting, it’s an arena where this battle takes place, between everything that you know and don’t know,” Schnabel said in a 2010 interview. “And I think that I apply the same system to both paintings and films. I don’t know what it is going to look like when I’m done. I know how to start. I know how to lean towards the divine light. But I figure it out as I’m going along, and the process of doing, that’s the thing.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">With the soon-to-be-released <i><span class="wac_title">Miral</span></i>, Schnabel has broken his own mold by fashioning an epic with historical and political ramifications, though he still encases it in his trademark personal story. “<i><span class="wac_title">Miral</span> </i>is imbued with the exquisite camera and sound work he’s become known for, but the portraiture is more precise than expressionist, matching an emotional arc with a political one” (Toronto International Film Festival). In 2010 Schnabel received the Douglas Sirk Award at the Hamburg Film Festival—a tribute to a personality for his or her outstanding merit in film culture—for which they called him “one of the most versatile artists of his generation. The diversity of his talent is exciting and inspires artists of every genre.<span style="font-size: small;">"</span> </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Schedule (all screening tix $8/$6, still one of the best deals around):</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Friday, March 4</b> - <i>Basquiat </i>(1996)</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Friday, March 11</b> - <i>Before Night Falls</i> (2000)</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Saturday, March 12</b> - <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2008/01/review-diving-bell-and-butterfly.html"><i>The Diving Bell and the Butterfly</i></a> (2007)</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Thursday, March 17</b> - <i>Berlin </i>(2007) - <b>Free screening (<a href="http://vimeo.com/7093687">trailer</a>)</b></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Friday, March 18</b> - <i>Miral </i>(2010)</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Saturday, March 19</b> (</span><span class="mainHead">8:00 PM) - Regis Dialogue with Julian Schnabel and Darsie Alexander</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><span class="mainHead">More info & tickets: <a href="http://calendar.walkerart.org/canopy.wac?id=6117">Walker Art Center</a></span></b></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222052132452709301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3435253058176416288.post-52592881990742759662011-02-25T19:51:00.000-06:002011-02-25T19:51:41.974-06:0083rd Academy Awards Winner Predictions<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPkqYYc_-IIFfZI_pbzsM5NGXWNnxurXmScXyYK09TshucR56evn0N9m_rha8glmJu46kWJBok8Fe3UALL7gMTRUcXBC3AaJTT_bbLnD2-ZbBTD34msd6QrE0Ag1X3zA-hML5vjq-opmwX/s1600/oscar-83-2010-2011-academy-awards-envelope.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPkqYYc_-IIFfZI_pbzsM5NGXWNnxurXmScXyYK09TshucR56evn0N9m_rha8glmJu46kWJBok8Fe3UALL7gMTRUcXBC3AaJTT_bbLnD2-ZbBTD34msd6QrE0Ag1X3zA-hML5vjq-opmwX/s320/oscar-83-2010-2011-academy-awards-envelope.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">For propriety:</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
<a name='more'></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></div><h3 style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Actor in a Leading Role</span></h3><ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Javier Bardem</b> in “Biutiful”</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Jeff Bridges</b> in “True Grit”</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Jesse Eisenberg</b> in “The Social Network”</span></li>
<li style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Colin Firth </b>in “The King's Speech”</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>James Franco</b> in “127 Hours”</span></li>
</ul><h3 style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Actor in a Supporting Role</span></h3><ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Christian Bale </b>in “The Fighter”</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>John Hawkes</b> in “Winter's Bone”</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Jeremy Renner</b> in “The Town”</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Mark Ruffalo</b> in “The Kids Are All Right”</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Geoffrey Rush</b> in “The King's Speech”</span></li>
</ul><h3 style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Actress in a Leading Role</span></h3><ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Annette Bening</b> in “The Kids Are All Right”</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Nicole Kidman </b>in “Rabbit Hole”</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Jennifer Lawrence</b> in “Winter's Bone”</span></li>
<li style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Natalie Portman</b> in “Black Swan”</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Michelle Williams </b>in “Blue Valentine”</span></li>
</ul><h3 style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Actress in a Supporting Role</span></h3><ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Amy Adams </b>in “The Fighter”</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Helena Bonham Carter </b>in “The King's Speech”</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Melissa Leo</b> in “The Fighter”</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Hailee Steinfeld </b>in “True Grit”</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Jacki Weaver </b>in “Animal Kingdom”</span></li>
</ul><h3 style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Animated Feature Film</span></h3><ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“How to Train Your Dragon”</b> Chris Sanders and Dean DeBlois</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“The Illusionist”</b> Sylvain Chomet</span></li>
<li style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Toy Story 3” </b>Lee Unkrich </span></li>
</ul><h3 style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Art Direction</span></h3><ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Alice in Wonderland”</b></span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
Production Design: Robert Stromberg; Set Decoration: Karen O'Hara</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1”</b></span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
Production Design: Stuart Craig; Set Decoration: Stephenie McMillan</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Inception” </b><br />
Production Design: Guy Hendrix Dyas; Set Decoration: Larry Dias and Doug Mowat</span></li>
<li style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“The King's Speech” </b><br />
Production Design: Eve Stewart; Set Decoration: Judy Farr</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“True Grit” </b><br />
Production Design: Jess Gonchor; Set Decoration: Nancy Haigh</span> </li>
</ul><h3 style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Cinematography</span></h3><ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Black Swan”</b> Matthew Libatique</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Inception” </b>Wally Pfister</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“The King's Speech”</b> Danny Cohen</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“The Social Network” </b>Jeff Cronenweth</span></li>
<li style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“True Grit” </b>Roger Deakins </span></li>
</ul><h3 style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Costume Design</span></h3><ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Alice in Wonderland” </b>Colleen Atwood</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“I Am Love” </b>Antonella Cannarozzi</span></li>
<li style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“The King's Speech” </b>Jenny Beavan</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“The Tempest” </b>Sandy Powell</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“True Grit” </b>Mary Zophres</span></li>
</ul><h3 style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Directing</span></h3><ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Black Swan”</b> Darren Aronofsky</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“The Fighter”</b> David O. Russell</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“The King's Speech”</b> Tom Hooper</span></li>
<li style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“The Social Network”</b> David Fincher</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“True Grit” </b>Joel Coen and Ethan Coen </span></li>
</ul><h3 style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Documentary (Feature)</span></h3><ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Exit through the Gift Shop” </b>Banksy and Jaimie D'Cruz</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Gasland” </b> Josh Fox and Trish Adlesic</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Inside Job” </b>Charles Ferguson and Audrey Marrs</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Restrepo” </b>Tim Hetherington and Sebastian Junger</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Waste Land” </b>Lucy Walker and Angus Aynsley</span></li>
</ul><h3 style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Documentary (Short Subject)</span></h3><ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Killing in the Name”</b> Jed Rothstein</span></li>
<li style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Poster Girl”</b> Sara Nesson and Mitchell W. Block </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Strangers No More”</b> Karen Goodman and Kirk Simon</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Sun Come Up”</b> Jennifer Redfearn and Tim Metzger</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“The Warriors of Qiugang”</b> Ruby Yang and Thomas Lennon </span></li>
</ul><h3 style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Film Editing</span></h3><ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Black Swan”</b> Andrew Weisblum</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“The Fighter”</b> Pamela Martin</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“The King's Speech”</b> Tariq Anwar</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“127 Hours”</b> Jon Harris</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“The Social Network” </b>Angus Wall and Kirk Baxter </span></li>
</ul><h3 style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Foreign Language Film</span></h3><ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Biutiful”</b> Mexico</span></li>
<li style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Dogtooth”</b> Greece</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“In a Better World”</b> Denmark</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Incendies”</b> Canada</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Outside the Law (Hors-la-loi)”</b> Algeria </span></li>
</ul><h3 style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Makeup</span></h3><ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Barney's Version”</b> Adrien Morot</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“The Way Back”</b> Edouard F. Henriques, Gregory Funk and Yolanda Toussieng</span></li>
<li style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“The Wolfman”</b> Rick Baker and Dave Elsey </span></li>
</ul><h3 style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Music (Original Score)</span></h3><ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“How to Train Your Dragon”</b> John Powell</span></li>
<li style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Inception”</b> Hans Zimmer</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“The King's Speech”</b> Alexandre Desplat</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“127 Hours” </b>A.R. Rahman</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“The Social Network”</b> Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross </span></li>
</ul><h3 style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Music (Original Song)</span></h3><ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Coming Home”</b> from “Country Strong” Music and Lyric by Tom Douglas, Troy Verges and Hillary Lindsey</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“I See the Light”</b> from “Tangled” Music by Alan Menken Lyric by Glenn Slater</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“If I Rise”</b> from “127 Hours” Music by A.R. Rahman Lyric by Dido and Rollo Armstrong</span></li>
<li style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“We Belong Together”</b> from “Toy Story 3" Music and Lyric by Randy Newman </span></li>
</ul><h3 style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Best Picture</span></h3><ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Black Swan”</b> Mike Medavoy, Brian Oliver and Scott Franklin, Producers</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“The Fighter”</b> David Hoberman, Todd Lieberman and Mark Wahlberg, Producers</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Inception”</b> Emma Thomas and Christopher Nolan, Producers</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“The Kids Are All Right”</b> Gary Gilbert, Jeffrey Levy-Hinte and Celine Rattray, Producers</span></li>
<li style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“The King's Speech”</b> Iain Canning, Emile Sherman and Gareth Unwin, Producers</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“127 Hours”</b> Christian Colson, Danny Boyle and John Smithson, Producers</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“The Social Network”</b> Scott Rudin, Dana Brunetti, Michael De Luca and Ceán Chaffin, Producers</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Toy Story 3”</b> Darla K. Anderson, Producer</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“True Grit”</b> Scott Rudin, Ethan Coen and Joel Coen, Producers </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Winter's Bone" </b>Anne Rosellini and Alix Madigan-Yorkin, Producers </span></li>
</ul><h3 style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Short Film (Animated)</span></h3><ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Day & Night” </b>Teddy Newton</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“The Gruffalo”</b> Jakob Schuh and Max Lang</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Let's Pollute” </b> Geefwee Boedoe </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“The Lost Thing” </b>Shaun Tan and Andrew Ruhemann</span></li>
<li style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Madagascar, carnet de voyage (Madagascar, a Journey Diary)” </b>Bastien Dubois</span></li>
</ul><h3 style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Short Film (Live Action)</span></h3><ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“The Confession” </b>Tanel Toom</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“The Crush”</b> Michael Creagh</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“God of Love” </b>Luke Matheny </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Na Wewe”</b> Ivan Goldschmidt</span></li>
<li style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Wish 143” </b>Ian Barnes and Samantha Waite</span></li>
</ul><h3 style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sound Editing</span></h3><ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Inception”</b> Richard King</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Toy Story 3”</b> Tom Myers and Michael Silvers</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Tron: Legacy”</b> Gwendolyn Yates Whittle and Addison Teague</span></li>
<li style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“True Grit”</b> Skip Lievsay and Craig Berkey</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Unstoppable” </b>Mark P. Stoeckinger </span></li>
</ul><h3 style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sound Mixing</span></h3><ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Inception”</b> Lora Hirschberg, Gary A. Rizzo and Ed Novick</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“The King's Speech”</b> Paul Hamblin, Martin Jensen and John Midgley</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Salt”</b> Jeffrey J. Haboush, Greg P. Russell, Scott Millan and William Sarokin</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“The Social Network”</b> Ren Klyce, David Parker, Michael Semanick and Mark Weingarten</span></li>
<li style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“True Grit” </b>Skip Lievsay, Craig Berkey, Greg Orloff and Peter F. Kurland</span></li>
</ul><h3 style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Visual Effects</span></h3><ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Alice in Wonderland”</b> Ken Ralston, David Schaub, Carey Villegas and Sean Phillips </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1” </b>Tim Burke, John Richardson, Christian Manz and Nicolas Aithadi </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Hereafter” </b>Michael Owens, Bryan Grill, Stephan Trojansky and Joe Farrell</span></li>
<li style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Inception” </b>Paul Franklin, Chris Corbould, Andrew Lockley and Peter Bebb</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Iron Man 2”</b> Janek Sirrs, Ben Snow, Ged Wright and Daniel Sudick </span></li>
</ul><h3 style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Writing (Adapted Screenplay)</span></h3><ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“127 Hours” </b>Screenplay by Danny Boyle & Simon Beaufoy</span></li>
<li style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“The Social Network”</b> Screenplay by Aaron Sorkin</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Toy Story 3”</b> Screenplay by Michael Arndt; Story by John Lasseter, Andrew Stanton and Lee Unkrich</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“True Grit” </b>Written for the screen by Joel Coen & Ethan Coen</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Winter's Bone”</b> Adapted for the screen by Debra Granik & Anne Rosellini </span></li>
</ul><h3 style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Writing (Original Screenplay)</span></h3><ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Another Year”</b> Written by Mike Leigh</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“The Fighter”</b> Screenplay by Scott Silver and Paul Tamasy & Eric Johnson; <br />
Story by Keith Dorrington & Paul Tamasy & Eric Johnson</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“Inception” </b>Written by Christopher Nolan</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“The Kids Are All Right”</b> Written by Lisa Cholodenko & Stuart Blumberg</span></li>
<li style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“The King's Speech”</b> Screenplay by David Seidler </span></li>
</ul><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222052132452709301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3435253058176416288.post-78383703871125806202011-02-07T23:17:00.000-06:002011-02-07T23:17:53.919-06:00Coming Soon...Muriel 5.0<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://murielcommunity.blogspot.com/"><img border="0" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkJsm3Kbe4cO0lHndWpO032pCDI-QARXCpSRMmWJF6MgLjrmnkuQ12U5I6Sn8It-tXww7XDSFVBPUEH3Q1oMvMAMV8QpJFQ0GiIF6pPhF0m_nKkOEmbLN7qx2ybJz6Y4BnKVBLsIQypVFG/s400/banner.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Obviously, I've hit a dry patch here as the calendar has rolled into 2011. Hopefully it's not a sign of things to come, as I'd hoped to revive my writing a little bit this year, not see it continue to wither.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nevermind that dilemma for now - there is something on the way that's more important than my next post, and that is the 5th Annual <a href="http://www.murielawards.org/">Muriel Awards</a>. I had the privilege of voting for these annual online film awards for the 3rd year in a row, despite the fact that I saw oh, maybe less than half the number of movies in 2010 as I typically see, thereby narrowing my personal voting pool to a significant degree. While I did see the heavy hitters and Oscar nominees, I missed most of the under-the-radar indie films and documentaries that always make voting a lot more fun.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Beginning February 16 and running right up until March 6 (the day before the Oscars), the awards in categories such as Best Body of Work and Best Cinematic Moment will be unveiled, once per day, at (I think) the official Muriel blog, <a href="http://murielcommunity.blogspot.com/">Our Science is Too Tight</a> (and hats off to award co-founder Steve Carlson for diligently tallying all of the votes over the next 10 days).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Meanwhile, I hope Craig Kennedy at <a href="http://livingincinema.com/2010/02/04/would-oscar-go-this-far-for-movies/">Living in Cinema</a> will again produce some brilliantly inspired <a href="http://opalfilms.blogspot.com/2010/02/muriels-by-design.html">Muriel posters</a> (poignantly this year, as <a href="http://opalfilms.blogspot.com/2010/02/muriel.html">Muriel</a>, award co-founder Paul Clark's guinea pig and the namesake of the ceremonies, passed away in November).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Make sure to tune in, because if nothing else I can almost guarantee that the Muriel winners will be less predictable than the Oscar winners...</span></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222052132452709301noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3435253058176416288.post-80449789046112163192011-01-23T22:00:00.000-06:002011-01-23T22:57:46.692-06:00Playing With the Truth: Film in 2010<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOsZxLFm5GGOhQrXbD2iEqfcd_LLUVAagNC_B4feLYxWdUpZFlCfjLnTeGAmgACF6yc9KtNpRO49Ki90LztaYB0pMiU7RtiVBY44Il36oIu7qojoIf7IHecEa93jXgtKCwTWV-6nSr-L4u/s1600/Untitled2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOsZxLFm5GGOhQrXbD2iEqfcd_LLUVAagNC_B4feLYxWdUpZFlCfjLnTeGAmgACF6yc9KtNpRO49Ki90LztaYB0pMiU7RtiVBY44Il36oIu7qojoIf7IHecEa93jXgtKCwTWV-6nSr-L4u/s1600/Untitled2.jpg" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><i>Based on a true story.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>Inspired by actual events.</i> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I'm not sure if it was an actual trend in 2010 or just a common trait of the few movies that I saw, but phrases like those above seemed to appear on screen in quite a lot of films, including <i>127 Hours</i>, <i>Conviction</i>, <i>Howl</i>, <i>Carlos</i>, <i>North Face</i>, and even more that I didn't see, such as <i>Made in Dagenham</i>, <i>Casino Jack</i>, <i>Eat Pray Love</i>, <i>I Love You Philip Morris</i>, <i>Mesrine: Killer Instinct</i> & <i>Public Enemy #1</i>, and <i>Nowhere Boy</i>, to name only a few (and to say nothing of the tricky-truthy documentaries like <i>I'm Still Here</i>, <i>Catfish</i>, and <i>Exit Through the Gift Shop</i>). </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Are there this many films based on true events every year and I only noticed it in 2010, or is this a newly developing trend? Either possibility would surprise me. If this is common every year, why have I not picked up on it so acutely, particularly considering I usually see twice as many movies as I did in 2010, and that I have a <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/search/label/reel%20life">running series about movies based on real life</a>? On the other hand, if this is a newly developing trend - why?</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm almost positive it's the former, that this is not a new thing at all, but in any case it doesn't matter. I'm always more interested in how these films depict the truth they are meant to represent and, in doing so, how they shape our understanding and perspective on past events. For example, when I ask you to imagine the sinking of the Titanic, what images come to your mind? What about Roman gladiator fighting in the Colosseum? What do you picture when you think of John Smith and Pocahontas, or the Zodiac killer who terrorized San Francisco, or the fate of United Flight 93, or the storming of Omaha Beach on D-Day?</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">You see where I'm going with this: for many people, films based on true events serve as the primary influence on the subconscious in remembering or imagining those events. If you've seen those movies - <i>Titanic</i>, <i>Gladiator</i>, <i>The New World</i>, <i>Zodiac</i>, <i>United 93</i>, <i>Saving Private Ryan</i> - you bring their images to mind without even realizing it, particularly when a.) the images are astonishingly rendered (<i>Titanic</i>), and b.) there are few other film adaptations, documentaries, or other visual aids to provide alternative images in your mind (<i>United 93</i>). In essence, perception becomes reality; what we see becomes what actually happened, even if it didn't actually happen.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But <span style="font-size: small;"></span>does it matter when</span><span style="font-size: small;"> those images and those memories produce a reality that didn't actually exist? <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Where does the truth end and the dramatization begin, and is the truth ever interesting enough to stand on its own, free of embellishment? </span></span>I'm sure it's a question as old as film itself - as art itself, really - but I'd like to consider it in the context of five films I saw in the last few months of 2010: <i>The Social Network</i>, <i>The Fighter</i>, <i>Fair Game</i>, <i>The King's Speech</i>, and <i>All Good Things</i>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><a name='more'></a><span style="font-size: large;">The Social Network</span></i></b>: David Fincher's enthralling film is a meaty one to consider, not least because its characters are all telling conflicting "truths" concerning the same events. Almost by default, then, the film cannot be portraying an accurate history, simply because some or all of the characters have to be lying about Facebook's true origins.<i></i><i></i><i> </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>The Social Network</i> has been analyzed to death for the last three months and I don't want to tread on familiar ground. However, along with <i>All Good Things</i> it's probably the best example from 2010 of a screenwriter conjuring up a reality based almost exclusively on circumstantial evidence, like Johnnie Cochran pleading OJ Simpson's innocence because of the ill-fitting glove.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">We know that Aaron Sorkin's rapid-fire screenplay was adapted from Ben Mezrich's "The Accidental Billionaires" (Mezrich having also written the book that inspired the abhorrent <i>21 </i>a few years ago). Since <i>The Social Network</i> is an adaptation of the book, I feel it's fair, to some extent, to consider the film a natural extension of the source material. To that end, check out Janet Maslin's excoriating <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/07/20/books/20maslin.html?_r=1&pagewanted=all">July 2009 review</a> of "The Accidental Billionaires":</span><br />
<blockquote><span style="font-size: small;">"Though we cannot know exactly what went through Ben Mezrich’s mind as he wrote “The Accidental Billionaires,” his nonfictionish book about the creation of Facebook, we can perhaps speculate hypothetically about what it possibly might have been like. After all, wild guessing was, or could have been, or possibly seems to have been, Mr. Mezrich’s own working method. He didn’t have a lot of access. He didn’t have a lot of information. Most crucially, he didn’t have Mark Zuckerberg, the former Harvard student who is famed for having cooked up the Facebook algorithms and is at the heart of the Facebook story.<br />
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So Mr. Mezrich had to do some guesswork about Mr. Zuckerberg. And guesswork — long, lyrical, hash-slinging, protracted feats of guesswork, based only glancingly on the rare incontrovertible detail, like the fact that Mr. Zuckerberg liked to wear flip-flops in college — is Mr. Mezrich’s specialty...It should not go unnoticed that Mr. Mezrich started out as a writer of science fiction.<br />
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...Did Mr. Zuckerberg do anything wrong in pirating Harvard’s data? “The Accidental Billionaires” does just enough harrumphing about ethics to raise that question. And along those same lines: Has Mr. Mezrich done anything wrong in grossly embellishing, exaggerating and tarting up his material as if he were writing a screenplay? Should the tactics of a script or roman à clef be used for a purportedly nonfiction chronicle?<br />
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...“The Accidental Billionaires” is so obviously dramatized, and so clearly unreliable, that there’s no mistaking it for a serious document. (Julia Angwin’s “Stealing MySpace” is an incisive, well-reported book that provides a vastly better look at the gold-rush origins of the social networking business.) And Mr. Mezrich really is a vigorous storyteller in his crass, desperately cinematic way.<br />
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Facebook readers can discover from Aaron Sorkin’s Facebook page that Mr. Sorkin, of “The West Wing,” is adapting this book into a movie. Some of its scenes are bound to be more plausible on screen than they are on the page."</span></blockquote><span style="font-size: small;">And therein lies the rub: no matter how hard we might try, and no matter how much of it is actually true, and no matter that (or likely because) it is such an assured and polished piece of cinema, <i>The Social Network</i> is now, and forever will be, a primary influence on our thinking about Facebook and its founding.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">You can deny it, but for better or (probably) for worse, it has significantly changed some of our opinions about Zuckerberg and social networking, and thus also the decisions we'll make about if and how we use Facebook. Since the Facebook story is not yet complete, I find that realization fascinating: <i>The Social Network</i> will influence the real-life future of its characters - Zuckerberg included - considerably more than the average film based on true events (including the others I'm discussing here). It has the potential to be an extremely powerful movie in that regard, and ought to be considered one of the most intriguing films of 2010.<i><b> </b></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>The Fighter</b></i></span>: Here is an example of a movie that, had it been fictional, would have suffered under the weight of its clich<span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"><i></i></span></span><span style="font-size: small;">és and stock characters. Instead, the film portrays its story so well that you forget that you've ever seen a <a href="http://blog.moviefone.com/2010/12/08/best-boxing-movies/">movie about a washed-up boxer</a> (there's no other type, in case you were wondering).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">A large reason the film establishes its own identity is the acting of its leads, particularly Christian Bale, Amy Adams, and Melissa Leo. But the members of the cast who aren't even actors are just as important. Several of the supporting characters are locals from Lowell, MA, including Mickey O'Keefe, Micky Ward's real-life trainer who plays himself in the film and blends right in along side the professionals.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Beyond finding the right way to showcase this talent, director David O. Russell also understood that plot embellishments were unnecessary, and that the straight story was good enough. Ward and Dicky Eklund were advisers for Mark Wahlberg and Christian Bale throughout filming, scenes were filmed on location, and numerous other touches added to the authenticity of the production (e.g., using old video technology and hiring the HBO crew that actually filmed Micky Ward's fights).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">In short, <i>The Fighter</i> is an example of a film that gets better as it gets closer to the reality of what actually happened (a far cry from <i>The Social Network</i>), simply because the characters and story are so rich in the first place. At the end of the day, then, Russell deserves a lot of credit for recognizing what he had and treating it in the most appropriate and effective way.<i><b> </b></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Fair Game</b></i></span>: Far from the compelling character studies of <i>The Social Network</i> and <i>The Fighter</i>, <i>Fair Game</i> is a juicy story with utterly boring screen presence. The dialogue is dry and empty. The color of the film is bleak and cold. The performances are strained, and, worst of all, the central dilemma, that being the consequences of acting on bad government intelligence, is given little examination outside of the context of Joe Wilson and Valerie Plame's personal persecution.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Yes, this was designed to be a personal story anyway (<i>Fair Game</i> is another subject-authorized film, based on Plame's and Wilson's books), but it didn't have to be <i>this </i>narrowly-focused, did it? The movie is half spy thriller and half marital drama, and neither half is very compelling (ironically, director Doug Liman made a comedic version of this movie in <i>Mr. & Mrs. Smith</i>, a more entertaining film if not an altogether better one). Forced to choose one I would pick the marital half, but even then I'm left with Sean Penn and Naomi Watts going through the motions yet again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Truth is, the straight facts of Valerie Plame Wilson's story just don't make for gripping cinema, and as viewers we're constantly aware that nothing changed as a result of this controversy. This point is almost accidentally driven home at the end of the film when Joe Wilson delivers a Glenn Beck-worthy rant about God, country, and tyranny, railing against the Bush administration sometime in 2003. <span style="font-size: small;">Wilson's rant was aimless and inconsequential</span>; Bush was easily re-elected the following year, and we're still in Iraq. Similarly, <i>Fair Game</i> prods and provokes with no payoff, like an apocalyptic preacher on a street corner shouting at passers-by, or that annoying guy you know who's always making arguments about issues that no one really cares about.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>All Good Things</b></i></span>: Prior to watching Andrew Jarecki's <i>All Good Things</i>, the only introduction I had to its plot was <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/11/28/movies/28durst.html?_r=1&pagewanted=all">this article</a> in the New York Times describing the film's odd relationship with its primary subject, Robert Durst (known as David Marks in the film). Durst, the troubled heir to a New York real estate empire who was accused of, but never convicted for, a string of murders over the course of two decades, basically approves of the film's depiction of him committing the murders: “The movie...is as reasonably accurate as anything out there, a whole lot more accurate than those endless TV documentaries."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Remember the O.J. Simpson "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/If_I_Did_It">If I Did It</a>" book debacle? This is that, only it's on film and it's actually seeing the light of day. An accused murderer denying his charges for years, only to implicitly approve the portrayal of himself carrying out the murders on screen (cleverly filmed as they may be in not showing his direct involvement). If you're trying to reconcile this, don't bother. First, Durst has no reason other than his own conscience to reject the film's suggestions, since he can't and won't be tried for any crime. Second, Jarecki goes out of his way to make clear <i>All Good Things</i> exists in its own reality (i.e., all of the names have been changed). Third, the true facts of the story are elusive in the first place, and Jarecki admits as much, stating that "Cinematically, I think it was important to try to speculate a little bit on how these crimes could have all been tied together." So it's all <i>kind of</i> true, except for when it's actually true.<i> </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Like every movie, <i>All Good Things</i> does not exist in a vacuum. The families of the victims are well aware of it and, not surprisingly, supportive of its portrayal of Durst's alleged involvement in the murders, even if cinematic justice is only kind of justice they'll receive. The brother of Durst's ex-wife Kathie (who, if the movie portrays reality, was first victim) left an extended comment on the NYT article, some of which read: "...much good will come from those whose denial of TRUTH has kept my family from closure & justice if they simply accept their own epiphany of conscience. That alone will heal many lingering wounds and an appropriate memorial to Kathie's memory & aspirations can finally occur."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Rare that a film about a heinous crime will receive a stamp of approval from both the perpetrator and the victim, but there it is - <i>All Good Things</i>, the most bizarre crime drama of the year.<i><b> </b></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>The King's Speech</b></i></span>: If not the most surprisingly suspenseful movie of the year, <i>The King's Speech</i> is at the very least the most enjoyably suspenseful movie of the year. There is no action, no mystery, no murder, no crime. Just a maddening. Wait. For. Words. And it's enthralling.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Colin Firth's outstanding performance serves as the film's foundation, but just as impressive is what director Tom Hooper constructed on top of it. The production oozes with a sense of time and place; the set is drenched with sounds and sights that create a comfortable, natural environment for the actors. Be it the foggy road Helena Bonham Carter is being chauffeured on or the location at which she eventually arrives (Geoffrey Rush's cozy office/therapy room), the mind just drinks in the atmosphere and environment.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">To create this virtual reality Hooper enhances the tiny details and limits the grand spectacles (see: CGI-storming of the beach in a movie like <i>Troy</i>). In doing so, he allows us to enter the story and experience a unique intimacy with the characters. We're absorbed into disarmingly private moments, from Bertie and Lionel's initial meeting, to Bertie and his brother Edward's frank arguments, to the breathtaking finale for which the film is named. Within this context, we can better understand the characters' feelings and motives, and at that, gain the important insights the story offers about fear, friendship, and determination.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">For me, few other films in 2010 exhibited the patience necessary to create this kind of palpable intimacy, and it's one of many reasons <i>The King's Speech</i> is deserving of its many accolades. It's a true story that, like <i>The Fighter</i>, humbly respects its boundaries and respects the viewer's emotional intellect. We don't need to be impressed by too-good-to-be-true dialogue (<i>The Social Network</i>), bombarded by <i>intense drama</i> (<i>Fair Game</i>), or baited with circumstantial speculation (<i>All Good Things</i>). Just pull us in close and present the facts as authentically as possible; every story doesn't need to be told in such an overtly cinematic way. As the saying goes, truth can be stranger (and much more) than fiction - but only when it's actually allowed to be.</span></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222052132452709301noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3435253058176416288.post-66763786913001119092011-01-20T22:47:00.001-06:002011-01-20T22:54:33.740-06:00300 Words About: Mississippi Damned<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG3RMYW9V_PG6liWaYAv4TPiE_tIjnGr0CFoaxaPYwOfXy9Iq6e-mAPrpdtbq8gVRLPsqiAoIRcqm61V0SikZRoOyIRTyWwTywOCZuN6xdTtog0P8_5qlG4S6cQqyv9Hjj9Uu7nPBods6t/s1600/mississippi+damned+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG3RMYW9V_PG6liWaYAv4TPiE_tIjnGr0CFoaxaPYwOfXy9Iq6e-mAPrpdtbq8gVRLPsqiAoIRcqm61V0SikZRoOyIRTyWwTywOCZuN6xdTtog0P8_5qlG4S6cQqyv9Hjj9Uu7nPBods6t/s200/mississippi+damned+1.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgubgayaB8YFDPBD8Ho8Dfml9g0zUbrvfYyoI73GB1G_f3xucmzYmGN2gkpw5YjHxqFPagkeyInMYMURSQXtD6YxgPY8nDniL5Qo6X2ZBbIiMbOb827h7ud_7KZlmw5iW1yyzGfcxJE-m2n/s1600/mississippi+damned+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgubgayaB8YFDPBD8Ho8Dfml9g0zUbrvfYyoI73GB1G_f3xucmzYmGN2gkpw5YjHxqFPagkeyInMYMURSQXtD6YxgPY8nDniL5Qo6X2ZBbIiMbOb827h7ud_7KZlmw5iW1yyzGfcxJE-m2n/s200/mississippi+damned+2.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
Taking its name from the provocative <a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/n/nina+simone/mississippi+goddam_20100636.html">Nina Simone song</a>, Tina Mabry's <i>Mississippi Damned</i> reveals itself as, in essence, an adaptation of the downbeat lyrics:"<i>Lord have mercy on this land of mine/We all gonna get it in due time/I don't belong here/I don't belong there/I've even stopped believing in prayer...Oh but this whole country is full of lies/You're all gonna die and die like flies.</i>"<br />
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Yeah, this one ain't for the kids.<br />
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Written and directed by Mabry (recent recipient of a prestigious <a href="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/culturemonster/2010/12/united-states-artists-prizes-pulitzer-macarthur-genius-grant.html">United States Artists grant</a>) and based on her own family history, the film is a generation-spanning tale of physical and sexual abuse, poor choices, missed opportunities, poverty and strife, and even sickness and disease. It's all of Shakespeare's tragedies wrapped up in one story, updated and set in the American South. The plot, such as it is, doesn't require much explanation: three sisters and their families live and then relive some truly awful experiences, with only young Kari keeping hope alive that one day she will escape the cycle.<br />
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The production values and acting are very impressive for an independently produced film, particularly considering there is more action, movement, and variety of setting than most small films would dare attempt. And, although seemingly every other scene presents itself as ripe for some scene-chewing, Mabry keeps the cast on an even keel. The actors are comfortable in their characters and the scenes mostly develop naturally, lending authentic emotion to the story.<span style="font-size: small;"> Ironically, the overwhelming bleakness that exists as the film's greatest flaw is also the central reason it's so affecting.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><a name='more'></a>Dissimilar as they may be, <i>Mississippi Damned</i> has unfortunately suffered the same fate as <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2009/03/review-medicine-for-melancholy.html"><i>Medicine for Melancholy</i></a> and <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2010/04/mspiff-2010-week-1-roundup.html"><i>Night Catches Us</i></a>, all three African-American-produced films that were promising hits on the festival circuits but basically never saw the light of a theater marquee. I'd like to think this is a coincidence and not indicative of something larger (although, <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2008/11/taking-it-home-ballast_10.html"><i>Ballast</i></a>, directed by a white man, did seem to have an easier path to theaters through IFC), but whatever the reason, my biggest disappointment is that these are distinctly American stories that most Americans will never see. Hollywood recycles dozens of films catering to white American audiences on a weekly basis (how many times have you seen a version of the upcoming <i>No Strings Attached</i> or the recent <i>Rabbit Hole</i>?), but when an original film like this one, or a film that at least tells a similar story in a different setting, studios flinch (nevermind that <i><a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2009/11/taking-it-home-precious.html">Precious</a> </i>won two Oscars and banked close to $50 million). Were Nina Simone still alive, she might sing her civil rights anthem to Hollywood. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Mississippi Damned</i> is now <a href="http://www.mississippidamned.com/store">available on DVD</a></span></b></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">If you're alone (or with other single friends) this Valentine's Day and are seeking the perfect downer for the occasion, look no further than <i>The Dark Side of Chocolate</i>. While millions of couples will express their love for each other with extravagantly wrapped boxes of candied cocoa of unknown origin, you can rest easy that you're not supporting what amounts to slave labor in regions of West Africa.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">To be sure, for most people <i>The Dark Side of Chocolate</i> will be more personal and thus more disturbing than a documentary about the ugly underbelly of, say, the dried fruit industry. After all, chocolate is a globally traded commodity (or rather, cocoa is), a $50 billion/year worldwide business, and a veritable drug for women everywhere - and a few men, too, including me.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Concerned and curious about rumors of child labor on cocoa plantations in Ivory Coast, intrepid Danish journalist Miki Mistrati </span><span style="font-size: small;">set off with a hidden camera and a bag full of questions about the source of the precious cocoa used by the world's leading chocolate manufacturers (The Hershey Company, Mars, Cadbury, Nestlé, and others). What he would find, tragically, is that children as young as seven years old are clearly being trafficked from neighboring countries to work in cocoa plantations for little to no pay. If the lack of an actual war prevents your favorite confection from being considered "conflict" chocolate, you should still feel conflicted about eating it.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Mistrati's footage is astonishing, and it's horrifying to watch the process - to actually see these trembling kids being whisked across the border and put to work in the jungle. Worse, when Mistrati presents his questions to a government official in the Ivory Coast's department of labor, he is brusquely assured that no children are working in the fields, and that any <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Economics_of_cocoa#Studies_and_reports">documented problems</a> have been addressed. (It doesn't appear Mistrati is allowed to show the government official any footage during the meeting, but he does later screen the film on a giant screen outside of Nestlé's headquarters.)</span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">All of this speaks to a much greater dilemma in the world's relationship with chocolate, which is the degree to which the cocoa bean serves as a tentpole of the Ivory Coast's economy, accounting for a huge portion of its annual export earnings. The country is the world's largest exporter of the crop, and one can imagine the effect accusations and increased regulations could have on the country's already fragile economy (to say nothing of the current political strife). Take away the cocoa bean, and you may throw the baby out with the bathwater, eliminating child labor but eliminating a lot of legitimate adult labor along with it. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">If you're wondering why the global community hasn't done something about labor in the cocoa industry in the same way they did with diamonds, well, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cocoa_Protocol">they have</a>: the Harkin-Engel protocol, introduced in 2001. Trouble is, the standards for child labor-free production that were meant to be in place in 2005 are still not in place and, as far as I understand it, there is currently no way to determine the "cleanliness" of your cocoa unless you purchase fair-trade certified chocolate (and even then it would be worth investigating the source).</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Happy Valentine's Day!</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_2046333518"><br />
</a></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://www.thedarksideofchocolate.org/"><i>The Dark Side of Chocolate</i></a> is currently airing on television in Europe; <a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=331502629133">stay tuned</a> for a U.S. broadcast</b></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">There's a fine line between a hobby and an obsession. Take my love of movies, for example - is this blog a healthy, creative side project, or an unhealthy manifestation of a subconscious desire to escape reality through film? Or what about Mark Hogancamp, who, after being beaten within an inch of his life several years ago and his long-term memory, regained his personality and his imagination through a fantastical world he created with plastic figurines? I can live without movies (maybe?), but Hogancamp can't live without these dolls. They are not a hobby, and they are not even an obsession. They are like air and water, necessary for his daily life. </span></div></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Hogancamp's alternate reality, named Marwencol, is so detailed and lifelike that it appears to exists as a living, breathing place, filled with characters and backstories enough to fill a series of books. If I had the patience and artistic talent to create places like it, I might end up lost with the dolls as well. This is not to say that Hogancamp doesn't have a handle on reality, just that considering where he's coming from it makes perfect sense that Marwencol is his security blanket from the judgments of the world (he was beaten at a bar after admitting to a habit of cross-dressing). It's the place he can go to get away, and be his own person in his own mind, and in that sense Marwencol is an almost uncomfortably personal entry into his thoughts and emotions.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I'm sure it wasn't easy for Mark Hogancamp to agree to "expose" himself through this film, but his world, Marwencol, should be appreciated not only for what it means to him, but to everyone who seeks a place that offers that kind of solace.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">_______________________________________________________________</span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9SQXwYq25sC42cVf4vRTz8pXhM-kbB2S2GYhuiW_wKVpFxjRDJ_UKYbyIvx208s6ku6ILHxQZD5FgxlPsNZZc1RnuFP08pZ_zTGKFU0ifbdM-FLJqPTDk3o_Etf6eMkZ3OthIfj_aPHem/s1600/Black-Swan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="135" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9SQXwYq25sC42cVf4vRTz8pXhM-kbB2S2GYhuiW_wKVpFxjRDJ_UKYbyIvx208s6ku6ILHxQZD5FgxlPsNZZc1RnuFP08pZ_zTGKFU0ifbdM-FLJqPTDk3o_Etf6eMkZ3OthIfj_aPHem/s200/Black-Swan.jpg" width="200" /></a></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>Black Swan </b></i><b>(B) </b> </span></div></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">As Darren Aronofsky's <i>Black Swan</i> reached its climactic finale, I'd made peace with my opinion of the movie: it was a lesser <i>Fight Club</i>, without the humor and witty cultural references. Maybe that says something about my gender or my disinterest in ballet, but in my head it was just a reaction to the familiarity of the story. I realize the plots aren't in any way similar, but, despite not having seen a trailer or learned anything about the story, I felt I'd been led to believe <i>Black Swan</i> was going to be some kind of transcendent thriller that would twist my mind and leave me breathless. Instead, I had a headache from the avian sound effects and predictable fright scenes, and I grew impatient to see something I hadn't seen before.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">In the weeks afterward I considered the praise for <i>Black Swan</i>'s ambiguity (i.e., was the ending real?) and acting, but as it recedes in my mind I don't have any great desire to see it again. I'm optimistic there are any number of similar films about passion and drive that aren't as cold, dark, and disturbing, like, for instance, Aronofosky's <i>The Wrestler</i>, which is a light and cheery family film in comparison. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">_______________________________________________________________<i><b> </b></i></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicbZ-Zh8GhUon1k4EACpaqaBz-8UF8kJHG08_jSx1EALP57D4SGXVQjRibDyb2fkbvNE2v60ZdSHXaLUGcjQjF7Bp11-V4df2nWA1K7s6y-tS4Nna3iIs2o5MjS1Rfd-rb0NtkGX_m5X2E/s1600/true_grit_jeff_bridges-535x355.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicbZ-Zh8GhUon1k4EACpaqaBz-8UF8kJHG08_jSx1EALP57D4SGXVQjRibDyb2fkbvNE2v60ZdSHXaLUGcjQjF7Bp11-V4df2nWA1K7s6y-tS4Nna3iIs2o5MjS1Rfd-rb0NtkGX_m5X2E/s200/true_grit_jeff_bridges-535x355.jpg" width="200" /></a></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>True Grit </b></i><b>(A-) </b> </span></div></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">At least for me, movies in 2010 were severely lacking memorable characters. I mean the kind of characters that you can recognize with one line of dialogue, or dress up for Halloween as, or spoof on "Saturday Night Live". Jeff Bridges as Rooster Cogburn is one of those characters, and although I haven't seen the original <i>True Grit</i>, I think I'd rather watch Bridges in the character if only because he's a lot more fun to imitate than John Wayne.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Sure, the Coen Brothers left their mark on <i>True Grit</i>, but I'd be lying if I didn't expect more from them. Not more in terms of quality, per se, but more in terms of Coen-ness. More scenes like the bartering scene with Mattie Ross or the courtroom scene, more bizarre characters popping in and out of nowhere, and a little more dry humor. But their intention was a straightforward adaptation, and in that they likely succeeded (I haven't read the novel). Just doesn't seem like they had much reason for taking this on if they weren't going to do something unique with it.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">_______________________________________________________________</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> <br />
</b></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYHUW9QcUdW3bzemYagCfcvZRUipdqmBmEoVES5z9OC7PK7EJfemc-FYnnMmOHdsQhgHBrOKscAiRQWR3HJX6pAU2OhFpQYL1PErelTMZL_m37CZQaRgHlG9rrYUyMq5NMXKjNe8H4WJM/s1600/arts-exit-gift-shop-584.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYHUW9QcUdW3bzemYagCfcvZRUipdqmBmEoVES5z9OC7PK7EJfemc-FYnnMmOHdsQhgHBrOKscAiRQWR3HJX6pAU2OhFpQYL1PErelTMZL_m37CZQaRgHlG9rrYUyMq5NMXKjNe8H4WJM/s200/arts-exit-gift-shop-584.jpg" width="200" /></a></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Exit Through the Gift Shop</i> (A-)</b> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I finally caught up to this raved-about documentary, and despite hearing much about its authenticity, the mysteries didn't appear where and when I expected. I've known of Banksy for several years, but I knew little about the rise of street art or the increasing number of public exhibitions by street artists. Essentially, I didn't realize their work had been accepted as legitimate in the eyes of collectors and auction houses. So, it didn't take much to convince me that Thierry Guetta could be a real person. As improbable as everything was, nothing really seemed outside of the realm of possibility (similar to <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2007/09/review-my-kid-could-paint-that.html"><i>My Kid Could Paint That</i></a>), and there were fewer aspects of this film that made me think it wasn't real.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Conversely, everything about <i><a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2010/09/300-words-about-im-still-here.html">I'm Still Here</a> </i>seemed fake from the beginning (I saw it before it was officially announced as a hoax), so I could laugh along with Phoenix and Affleck as they punked everyone. Does its greater believability make <i>Exit Through the Gift Shop</i> a better documentary? Is it even a documentary, or an actual artistic statement by Banksy? </span><span style="font-size: small;">Does it even matter? This is what I'm left wondering, but regardless of what I believe or discover about the truth, I now understand why this film has received so much attention. It's like one of <a href="http://www.banksy.co.uk/outdoors/horizontal_1.htm">Banksy's great works</a>, subverting our expectations and telling us something we don't want to admit to ourselves about art, hype, and money.</span></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222052132452709301noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3435253058176416288.post-15142829683339414022010-12-16T11:22:00.014-06:002010-12-16T12:25:04.891-06:00300 Words About: TRON: Legacy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaXkuY-ZqQtwNf8ZQIZOdr5GdzKrREC7qnzouRBlIPmLVcAaT9Pi0Ttwp4rV0qETtN5IfU6uSDVTj_xhp_0upbil6-XTqX4aMqVqFsoCg7t8nTwhtkw6QVAhySUDHnNSzpxtBiwwYprUIM/s1600/tron-legacy-0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaXkuY-ZqQtwNf8ZQIZOdr5GdzKrREC7qnzouRBlIPmLVcAaT9Pi0Ttwp4rV0qETtN5IfU6uSDVTj_xhp_0upbil6-XTqX4aMqVqFsoCg7t8nTwhtkw6QVAhySUDHnNSzpxtBiwwYprUIM/s400/tron-legacy-0.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hypothetically speaking, how would you describe the sun to someone who's never seen it before and has asked you "what it's like"? Think about the sun for a moment - what it means for humans, animals, plants, energy, life, time, etc.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Would you simply answer, "It's warm...radiant. Beautiful."?</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">If you can think of something better than that, send off a script ASAP to the top brass at Disney as they busily prepare a multi-platform franchise to rival their fading <i>Pirates of the Caribbean</i> goldmine. Not that the dialogue in the <i>Pirates</i> movies is much better, but if the <i>TRON </i>series can't depend on the charm and star power of the likes of Depp, Knightley, Bloom, and Rush, it's going to have a long way to go to win over science fiction-allergic critics, despite its impressive visual effects.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And the effects are, in a word, astonishing. Right from the opening zoom shot through the skyscrapers of Center City, I had a feeling <i>TRON: Legacy</i> would make my eyes pop more than any movie since <i>Avatar</i>. I suppose that's not saying much since it's only been a year, but you have to consider just how much of a treat it is to still be impressed by visual effects in 2010. Today it's possible to produce realistic representations of anything the imagination can devise (maybe with the exception of CG faces, as evidenced by the cringe-worthy representation of Jeff Bridges circa 1982), and spectacular visual effects go unnoticed by all of us on a daily basis, in everything from television commercials to internet flash animations. I think 3D significantly detracts from all of this more than it enhances it (and the 3D is thankfully at a bare minimum in this movie), but my point is, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-3ODe9mqoDE">we've come a long way, baby</a>, and I don't want to take that for granted.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Unfortunately, script development hasn't evolved nearly as quickly as filmmaking technology. Blockbusters with juicy story potential like <i>TRON: Legacy</i> and, to be fair, <i>Avatar</i>, continue to be bogged down by moronic dialogue, and often sub-par acting to boot (see also: <a href="http://getafilm.blogspot.com/2008/05/300-words-about-speed-racer.html"><i>Speed Racer</i></a>). I won't lay any of the blame on first-time director Joseph Kosinski, and I hope to see more from his <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/12/05/movies/05tron.html?_r=1&pagewanted=all">architecturally-refined mind</a>, but with presumably more ownership of the next sequel, he has to give more consideration to who is writing the screenplay. Otherwise, descriptions of this franchise will counter Sam Flynn's bland description of the sun: "Dull...shallow. Forgettable."</span></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222052132452709301noreply@blogger.com11