Movie City Indie Archive for January, 2006

Smiling at The Science of Sleep

awww.jpgI like these three people standing on this street in Paris: Michel Gondry directs Charlotte Gainsbourg and Gael Garcia Bernal in dreamy Sundance treat Science of Sleep.

We'll have fun in my Trierhouse: Lars at IFC

LarsWorld.jpgindieWIRE reports on Lars Trier‘s iChat the other day at NYC’s IFC Center: “When asked about his experience as a guinea pig for IFC’s new technology, von Trier responded that it was nice to participate in the iQ&A from the basement of his own home, [except] for the actual discussion… “I hate talking to people.”

Sundance's biggest story…

hustle_200x150.jpg… on Tuesday morning may be a year and a day late and all about right now: Terrence Howard‘s nomination as Best Actor in Sundance 2005’s Hustle & Flow.

Brokebucks Mountain: BBM year's most profitable?

WSJ’s John Lippman tracks the marketing strategy of Brokeback Mountain: “I’m more proud of what we didn’t do with this film, as opposed to what we did do,” says James Schamus, co-president of Focus Features, explaining the contrarian marketing and distribution strategy behind the $14 million film…. How did “Brokeback” break out? By surgically targeting where the movie would play in its initial release; selling it as a romance for women rather than a controversial gay-bashing tale; and opting out of the culture wars rather than engaging them… “We will never turn the release of the film into a political circus act — ever,” says David Brooks, the studio’s president of marketing.” [More figures and facts at the link.]

Sundance on Ice: The Escape

Sundance Class of 96.jpgPACKING FOR SUNDANCE each year, I tote along a valuable guidebook about the history of the Sundance Festival’s hometown, called “Park City Underfoot.” I leave it on the coffee table of the condo, and no one ever consults it. The first draft of history is more urgent. Who needs backstory when there’s a hailstorm of privileged moments. Still, there’s a wealth of backstory in this mining town, not limited to the past 25 years of the festival or the last decade or so of exurban sprawl. Whenever I pass this cemetery on the edge of town, which is largely populated by children, I think of the movies and hopes and careers that have been interred at festivals past: call this portrait “Sundance Class of 96.”
Joseph Smith’s wilderness is easier to escape now, especially on Sunday morning on the way to the Salt Lake City airport (SLC, tagged on luggage parked in foyers, mud rooms and basements nationwide).
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Sundance on Ice: 26 January

More images with another promise of words to come: the mind comes to bloggerheads with all the overlapping information about the same events, the same films, the same disappointments and the rare elation.
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Sundance on Ice: 23 January

Layers and layers of information: thin what?

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Sundance on Ice: 22 January

After seeing the deeply disturbing, angry, vital doc The Ground Truth: After the Killing Ends (by Patricia Foulkrod), about the abandonment of Iraq War veterans by the US government, I was hypnotized by the flag waving behind Cisero’s, at a pour for filmmakers and journalists. Nearby, Mexican director Carlos Reygada (Battle of Heaven) and his crew are conspiring in Spanish and Kirby Dick and Eddie Schmidt (This Film Is Not Yet Rated) are talking about censorship.

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Sundance on Ice: 21 January

Glimpses of the environment.
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The night clouds above the hills above Main Street and its fairy lights.

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Sundance on Ice: 20 January

THE CRICKETS ARE A-BLOGGING. Itineraries and hope-filled paragraphs are starting to litter the internet. If the five inches of snow threatened for Chicago doesn’t dump in the next three hours before my flight to Salt Lake City, I’ll join the chorus tomorrow afternoon. Sundance wasn’t in the cards for me until several weeks ago, and the wholehearted lack of expectations that came after giving up on it should be a small, healthy thing. Starting Saturday morning early with a new Canadian documentary on Leonard Cohen should set a grown-up mood for the rest of the festival. There’ll be notes here on Sundance and Slamdance movies, panels, interviews and party-parlay, as well as photographs, through to the bitter end.

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The ache of human impermanence: Manohla ♥ Terry; we ♥ Manohla

Q'orianka Kilcher2.jpgLyrical movies elicit lyrical writing: why aren’t we all this goddam good? Don’t know whether to be mad at or mad about Manohla Dargis when she writes this way on the daily film beat at NY Times, on The New World: “Birds and passion still soar in the latest version of The New World, Terrence Malick‘s rapturously beautiful [film]… Lovers of the film can rest easy; both theatrical versions are satisfying and devastating in equal measure. (It’s promised that the DVD will contain both the 135-minute version and a three-hour edit, bringing the number of director’s cuts to three.) Although I miss the drifty interludes in the longer edition that sweep us along in the dream, it’s also a relief that Colin Farrell no longer registers quite as much like a new age Hamlet—to be with Pocahontas or not to be. This Smith is slyer, cagier (watch his eyes) and much less of a moral question mark… In the 1950s, the young turks at Cahiers du Cinéma advanced an idea that cinema is not literature, but instead expresses itself visually through the mise-en-scène. The image of laundry hanging on a line or of a pair of empty shoes in a film by Yasujiro Ozu matters as much as the dialogue; those are no more decorative than the image of birds taking flight in The New World. The images don’t exist apart from the narrative; they are the narrative, adding layers and moods, imparting philosophies of life. In one film, the shoes convey a sense of profound loss, the ache of human impermanence; in the other, the birds speak to the idea that the world is not ours for the taking… Something I didn’t fully appreciate until [this second viewing] was how Mr. Malick uses physical space to contrast two separate world views. Indeed, the entire meaning of the film is conveyed in a single sublime edit that joins a shot of the grubby settlement as it looks from outside its walls—and framed inside an open door—with its mirror image. As the camera looks through the same door, this time pointed out, we see how the settlers would have viewed the beautiful wide world from inside a fort that was every bit as much a prison as their own consciousness.”

Breaking the Invisible Waves: Pen-ek Ratanaruang's new pic with Chris Doyle

asano in invisiblewaves.jpg At Bangkok Post, Kong Rithdee interviews director Pen-ek Ratanaruang about Invisible Waves, his latest collaboration with actor Asano Tadanobu and cinematographer Christopher Doyle. “The jet-lagged trance the director will have to endure” on his way to Berlin and back, writes Rithdee, “is is perhaps the same feeling his audience will have while watching Invisible Waves, Pen-ek’s darkest film to date. Its stark, mouldy look is a cushion to the story full of noirish twists and guilt-plagued characters… Once again, Pen-ek’s leading man is a Japanese chap lost in Southeast Asia’s subconscious terrain. Asano plays Kyoji, a Macau-based chef who flees to Hong Kong and Phuket on a mysteriously deserted cruise ship after he’s murdered his Thai boss’s mistress. On the ship he meets a half-Thai, half-Korean woman… and runs into a jolly hitman sent to whack him. Kyoji first wanders the labyrinthine bowels of the ship, then gets stuck in an old Phuket hotel before his final destiny is decided once and for all.” Says Pen-ek, “I didn’t mean it as a continuation [of Last Life in the Universe], but… I’ve had the same team… back to work with me—Asano and Chris Doyle especially —we feel like we’ve already started something together and we should go on doing it… I thought we all could improve what we did in our previous effort…. Everything I do is inevitably an experiment… I have no intention of setting myself on a course to making darker pictures. Many depressing things happened to me around the time I tried to get this movie made. I had the script ready, but the process of financing it and trying to get all the diverse elements together was so complicated. My love life, too, wasn’t exactly satisfying to say the least! I guess all these things were channelled into the tone of the movie. I didn’t mean to make a dark film, but if it turns out to be one, then that’s what it is… It’s a story of self-punishment. I was thinking a lot about guilt, maybe because I felt guilty all the time. As a director, you’re trained to be selfish person, since everybody has the job of satisfying your demands – to give you the script you need, the location you want, the image you have in your head. But at a certain point, I felt wrong about it all. And then I realised I was shouldering all this guilt. Perhaps the story in the film, about this man who feels guilty for the crime he’s forced to commit, says something about my state of mind too…. I’ve been travelling a lot and I have a lot of friends in different countries who speak different languages. When my film is shown in Thailand, there are people who like it and who don’t like it. When my film is shown in, say, Bolivia and Somalia, there are people who like it and who don’t like it. I’ve had less belief in race or nationality, in the colour of your eyes or the language you speak. So, for me it’s easier to classify humankind not according to countries but to taste, and more than ever people with the same taste in movies, music or books feel they belong to the same race.”

Prelude to a rave: Mick LaSalle's New World

coo world.jpgAnother loving review trying to make words from the images of The New World, by Mick LaSalle in SF Chronicle: “In those first moments, Malick realistically depicts the colonists’ arrival and creates a wistful dream of it, a dream in which we know everything that is to come. He shows us a moment of greatness, of incalculable historical importance, and also of tragedy—for the Indians who stand there in complete innocence. This is the beginning of everything and the end of everything, and to see it all so distinctly, presented with such a full-hearted understanding of the event in all its meaning, is almost too much to bear. There will be people who will walk into this film cold and within five minutes find themselves sobbing, without quite knowing why… Frankly, I find it impossible to imagine how Malick made this movie, how he saw it in his head, how he put it together, how he dared hope he could succeed artistically. How did he know that when he put this film together it would even make sense? It’s rare in commercial cinema for a director to go this far out, to that no-man’s land that Hemingway described. It’s yet more rare for one to come back with something this beautiful.” [Trailer here.]

Masters of Horror and Miike's stillborn Imprint

miike-size.jpg Where Showtime’s “Masters of Horror” series let Joe Dante work blunt political burlesque with Homecoming, whose final cut would lead them to finally dropping an episode scheduled for January 27? Why, Miike-san, of course. Reports Dave Kehr in the NY Times, Imprint, directed by Takashi Miike on his Japanese stomping grounds rather than in Vancouver, the twelfth of 13 episodes was thrown out. Why? Dead fetuses. Showtime’s scrubbed it from its site, and roduction company IDT Entertainment, contrary to the Times report, has also deleted the trailer from its own site. “I think it’s amazing, but it’s even hard for me to watch,” said Mick Garris… creator and executive producer… “It’s definitely the most disturbing film I’ve ever seen.” imprint.jpg It will now be released directly to the DVD market through IDT’s home video subsidiary, Anchor Bay Entertainment, along with the rest of the episodes in the series… “Definitely, at the script stage we made comments about the aborted fetuses,” Mr. Garris said. “We made it clear that we were going on American pay cable television, and even though there wasn’t as much control over content, there still were concerns. And then when we got the first cut, it was very, very strong stuff, and we made some suggestions on what might help before we showed it to Showtime. The Japanese made the changes they were comfortable with, and eventually we arrived at a film that he was happy with and we’re all happy with. But Showtime felt it was not something they were comfortable putting out on the airwaves… It is what it is… It really was, let’s try and not hack this up.”

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Sundance songline dreamtime: Dargis begets

talent-tub.jpg On the ride up the hill on one or other public conveyance to Park City from SLC, Manohla Dargis takes the Times to perspect past Sundance toward future pix: “You may catch up with these films later on DVD, but where is the fun—the collective experience, the images bigger than life—in that? All of which is a roundabout and admittedly grudging way of saying that despite the hype and the frigid climes Sundance remains invaluable—wildly annoying, but invaluable. The American independent film movement may be a fiction, but it is the fiction we now live by… Every year Sundance programmers unearth work that is aesthetically and sometimes even politically venturesome—work that is truly independent in the best, most unburdened sense of that oft-abused word. [In 2005], some of the most thought-provoking, soul-stirring films at the festival remained lamentably under the radar, including Robinson Devor’s Police Beat, Travis Wilkerson’s Who Killed Cock Robin?… and Andrew Wagner’s Talent Given Us [pictured]. Sundance had them even if not everyone noticed. Mr. Wagner went on to distribute his film himself; the rest remain without distribution. Here is hoping that one day you get the chance to see them too.” (Sweet.)

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“I always thought that once I had lived in Chicago for a while, it would be interesting to do a portrait of the city – but to do it at a significant time. Figuring out when would be the ideal time to do that was the trick. So when this election came around, coupled with the Laquan McDonald trial, it seemed like the ideal time to do the story. Having lived in Chicagoland for thirty-five-plus years and done a number of films here, I’ve always been struck by the vibrancy of the city and its toughness. Its tenderness too. I’ve always been interested in the people at the center of all the stories. This is a different film in that regard, because we’re not following a couple of individuals over the course of the project in the way that a lot of the films I’ve done have, but I still feel like people’s voices and aspirations and hopes are at the center of this series.

It wasn’t easy. We started back in July 2018, it was actually on the Fourth of July – that was our first shoot. It’s like most documentaries in that the further you go along the more involved and obsessed you get, and you just start shooting more and more and more. We threw ourselves into this crazy year in Chicago. We got up every day and tried to figure out if we should be out shooting or not, and what it is we should shoot. We were trying to balance following this massive political story of the mayor’s race and these significant moments like the Laquan McDonald trial with taking the pulse of people in the city that we encounter along the way and getting a sense of their lives and what it means to live here. By election day, Zak Piper, our producer, had something like six cameras out in the field. You could double-check that, it might have been seven. We had this organized team effort to hit all the candidates as they were voting, if they hadn’t already voted. We hit tons of polling places, were at the Board of Elections and then were at the parties for the candidates that we had been able to follow closely. Then of course, we were trying to make sure we were at the parties of the candidates who made it to the runoff. So, yeah, it was kind of a monster.”
~ Steve James On City So Real

“I really want to see The Irishman. I’ve heard it’s big brother Martin Scorsese’s masterpiece. But I really can’t find the time. The promotion schedule is so tight, there’s no opportunity to see a three and a half-hour movie. But I really want to see it. In 2017, right before Okja’s New York premiere, I had the chance to go to Scorsese’s office, which is in the DGA building. There’s a lovely screening room there, too, with film prints that he’s collected. I talked to him for about an hour. There’s no movie he hasn’t seen, even Korean films. We talked about what he’s seen and his past work. It was a glorious day. I’ve loved his work since I was in college. Who doesn’t? Anyone involved with movies must feel the same way.”
~ Bong Joon-ho