Wednesday, 11 September 2013

TIFF 2013 - Like Father, Like Son



If you know any 6 year olds, you know that responding "It doesn't matter" when they ask "Why?" is pretty pointless. Regardless of any context, the comeback is bound to be circular in nature. So it says a lot about the parental experience of Ryota (one of the fathers in Hirokazu Kore-eda's latest film Like Father, Like Son) when he does just such a thing. After learning that his 6 year-old son was switched at birth, he, his wife and the other two parents decide to try exchanging the boys for a few weekends to judge whether they should make the swap permanent. When little Ryusei (his weekend guest) pesters him with a barrage of questions, you'd think Ryota would have had enough experience to properly handle them. The fact that he doesn't is how Kore-eda enters into his exploration of what it means to be a father.

In the director's honest Q&A following the screening, he admits that he based the rarely-home and work-focused Ryota on himself. As he realized that he had missed some crucial moments in his own daughter's life, he began to work out the details of this affecting story of these two families. Ryota is a man driven by success, status and money. He feels that if one cannot be the best at something, well, why bother even doing it. To reinforce this point with his son Keita, Ryota sends him to cram school solely in order to pass an interview for private school. Though diligently following the rules of the household, Keita never quite measures up to Ryota's expectations, so when he and his wife learn of what happened six years ago, he mutters "Now it all makes sense...". It's almost a relief to him to hear that Keita isn't his true flesh and blood. If there was any doubt that Ryota has a warped view of fatherhood, it's dispelled in that moment. The movie doesn't necessarily brand him as a terrible person though - after all, he's surrounded by male role models (his father, his boss, the strongly patriarchal society) that believe in the preservation of status roles and the importance of respect while also discouraging emotion and kindness. Ryota's own father even counsels him to quickly make the exchange of the boys and then never to see that other family again.

That other family comes from outside the city and live in much more modest means than Ryota's wealthy apartment dwelling. They have an additional two kids (both younger) and a very different parenting style. Mom has pretty much equal say and the father Yudai is far more fun-loving and positive in his approach with the kids. He's not perfect (as evidenced by the behaviour of their kids sometimes) but he's more concerned with giving them a childhood of warmth and comfort - as messy as that may be occasionally. He's involved in their play, fixes their toys (something that brings out the jealousy in Ryota since he sees Yudai as being part of a lower class) and gets a great deal of enjoyment out of simply spending time with them. Perhaps I'm biased due to my own approach towards imperfect parenting, but it feels like the film says we should aspire to be more like Yudai. Not in the specifics, but in his approach to life and how he raises his kids through tenderness and love. This may be why we spend so much more time with Ryota - Kore-eda is trying to make the same journey.

The film excels in its little moments - the grandmother who will defend sweet bean cake until her dying breath, the way Yudai always talks with his mouth full, the wink Ryusei's Mom gives Keita and most of all just about every moment with the two adorable boys. They are natural, cute, funny and slightly mischievous. In short, Kore-eda perfectly captures the 6 year-old boy on screen. Keita's big observant eyes and Ryusei's random shouts of "Oh my Godt!" pull you straight into the lives of these people - something that's always been key to Kore-eda's films. No matter what subject or theme he is considering, he always manages to bring real and interesting people to his stories with whom you kind of want to stay in touch - even the terribly misguided Ryota. Despite his father's view that being a Dad is solely about the genes you pass on, the film - and by extension Kore-eda - is very clear that there's far more involved. After all, "Blood alone does not make the connection".

Wednesday, 4 September 2013

TIFF 2013 - This year...I'm killing it



After a few pre-fest festivities tonight, the 38th Toronto International Film Festival kicks off on Thursday - and I'm gonna be there every single day. This year I'm going full tilt and packing in a - at least for me - whopping 50 movies in the 11 days of the festival. This includes blocking off Monday night for a mid-fest pub rendezvous with local and out-of-town bloggers and writers, a quiet final Saturday due to family commitments and an early end to the final Sunday to do a post fest pub rendezvous.

I'm not sure it's all in the best interest of my sanity or my health, but I felt I needed to go whole hog at least once. Anyway, I know a number of people who have built even bigger schedules (including critics and press folks who actually started their fests weeks ago), so cut me some slack, OK? I don't promise I'll be doing it again next year...

Here's my lineup (also documented here at the wonderful and wondrous TIFFR):


Thursday September 5th

A Story Of Children And Film
Exit Marrakech
All Cheerleaders Die

Friday September 6th

What Is Cinema?
Cinemanovels
Intruders
Love Is The Perfect Crime

Saturday September 7th

Palo Alto
12 Years A Slave
Palestine Stereo
Like Father, Like Son
Ida
Pioneer

Sunday September 8th

Watermark
Dallas Buyers Club
In Conversation With Spike Jonze
The Sacrament
Sex, Drugs & Taxation
Border

Monday September 9th

The Lunchbox
Night Moves
Gravity

Tuesday September 10th

The Unknown Known
Starred Up
Under The Skin
We Are The Best!
The Stag
Bastardo

Wednesday September 11th

Salvation Army
Blue Ruin
The Immoral
The Dinner
El Mudo
Rigor Mortis

Thursday September 12th

The Dick Knost Show
Attila Marcel
A Touch Of Sin
REAL
The Strange Colour of Your Body's Tears
R100

Friday September 13th

Southcliffe
The Fake
Thou Gild'st The Even
Metalhead
Why Don't You Play In Hell?

Saturday September 14th

American Dreams In China
Can A Song Save Your Life?

Sunday September 15th

Ningen
The Wonders
Cold Eyes

Tuesday, 3 September 2013

Scribblings Of A Random Nature #25


With TIFF just days away, I thought I'd clear out a few screenshots I've gathered and say a few words about some recent films watched. I really should do this more often...



Ferpect Crime (2004 - Alex de la Iglesia) - It's pretty impressive how de la Iglesia walks several fine lines throughout this sharp and stylish comedy. On top of his two main characters being both reprehensible and still somewhat sympathetic, he also manages to craft a story that occasionally borders on misogyny while also being a strong female empowerment tale. OK, that last point isn't perfectly handled (maybe it's only ferpectly handled?) due to some assumptions about what female beauty is considered to be, but even that is handled as a stereotype and played up. Guillermo Toledo (even better in the great Only Human - one of my favourite "movie you've probably never heard of" titles) is perfectly suave and slimy as Rafael - a manager of a women's lingerie department who builds his own empire by hiring (and seducing) only the sexiest of assistants. Until the one remaining "unattractive" woman starts to get the upper hand. Clever on just about every front.










Love In The Afternoon (1957 - Billy Wilder) - Though I still have some classic Wilders left to see, I had to go and choose this...Granted, I was certainly able to fill up on a big dose of Audrey Hepburn (always satisfying - note that she's in just about every screencap below), but I also had to stomach the rather bland Gary Cooper (I'm coming to the realization that I'm just not a big fan of the guy...). Worse, though, was the charmless plot, very few moments of humour, a love story with no spark and a wretched ending that kinda made me a bit angry. I know I'm watching the movie through lenses calibrated 56 years later on, but any sympathy I had built up for the characters was washed away in several moments. All of it was quite depressing actually. Except for Audrey that is...










Defending Your Life (1991 - Albert Brooks) - Easily my favourite Brooks directed film so far. Not that I was complaining about the other efforts I've seen by him, but this had a great concept (a holding ground after you die where you review key scenes of your life and defend your decisions in a trial format to see where you are headed next) and what felt like a zippy pace. Brooks lands just about every one of his jokes and gets to play off a lovely Meryl Streep. Every supporting role, no matter how small, seems perfectly cast which leads me to think that this is a big component to successful comedies - stack your cast with people who can steal scenes. As much as I enjoy seeing Brooks on screen recently, I'd love to "see" him back behind the camera again.










Side Effects (2013 - Steven Soderbergh) - Though I eagerly anticipate any Soderbergh release, I didn't rush to the theatres to see Side Effects when it debuted. Part of it was because I wanted to delay seeing the last of his films (though I guess Behind The Candelabra fits that description better), but in reality the plot of the movie as I knew it from the trailer and descriptions just didn't quite grab me. I figured it would be fine and I very much like Rooney Mara, but something held me back from being excited. Silly me - why did I doubt Soderbergh? The tale is snappy, it throws some decent unexpected turns (though I admit I stayed away from any further description of the plot after I thought I had the initial concept) and boy does it look great. Not just the cinematography, but I especially love the framing throughout the entire film and the way it moves Mara's character around to all the different corners. A fine way of portraying her scrambled ideas. Can't wait to see Candelabra - and this time I won't hesitate.






Sunrises & Sunsets #12



Night Tide (1961 - Curtis Harrington)

Tuesday, 27 August 2013

Blindspot - "A Star Is Born" & "Cabaret"


I've likely said a lot of obvious things in my time, but I expect ranking high on that list would be saying something like "Geez, that Judy Garland can sing, eh?". But I wonder how obvious that is these days? Sure, everyone knows that Judy's version of "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" from The Wizard Of Oz is a classic piece of American music and that she's been in countless musicals, but I wonder - particularly with a great deal of words being spilled over the darker aspects of her life - how many people really know that she can SING. And I mean soul-bearing, hair-on-the-back-of-your-neck-raising, pure unadulterated song emanating from her voice. I can think of no better evidence of this than her version of "The Man Who Got Away" from A Star Is Born - it raised every goosebump on my skin as I listened to a woman attempting to purge all variety of demons from inside her.



It wasn't just the emotion pouring out that was impressive, it was also a deep command of her voice that she used to shift on a dime, retain her pitch and control power. Oddly enough, traits that she seemed to share with her own offspring Liza. In Cabaret, Liza Minelli's songs are all worked into the film as part of her night job working in the local cabaret club (both films manage to make all the songs - at least the vocal parts anyway - diegetic) and essentially comment on the progress of the story at each point. Though it's a fantastic idea to provide some context for each song, they easily stand alone as single performances because of director Bob Fosse's creative choreography and Liza's natural ability (and I would guess instinct) to grab the spotlight. There is more artifice in Cabaret's musical numbers due to them being confined to the stage, but there is no question about Minelli's vocal chops. Like her famous mother, Minelli has slowly become known primarily as a persona, but let's be clear - she could sing with the best of them.



Though less emotionally resonating than anything Garland sings within A Star Is Born, Minelli's songs are sung with full gusto, natural flair and - where have you heard this before - complete control. It's a bit at odds with Minelli's character of Sally Bowles, though, since she comes across as the impromptu party girl (who calls people "Daahling!"), always seeming to live life to the fullest, but in reality is all false bravado and desperately seeking approval. This drives her desire to be a famous actress, though perhaps not as much as the need to show her father that she really is worth consideration. And so she finds herself in Berlin in 1931 bravely working the Kit-Kat club, fending off suitors (unless of course they may prove to be beneficial in some capacity) and waiting for that one Hollywood agent to discover her. In the meantime she lives in a boarding house and more than happy to meet and greet a new British tenant named Brian who is hoping to make his way as an English teacher. Sally wastes little time trying to seduce Brian, but he resists. She flippantly says "...unless you don't sleep with girls..." and as he pauses before answering, she realizes her misunderstanding. In a wonderful moment - so much more realistic and contrary to much modern day fare - she isn't shocked by this revelation that Brian's taste lies more with men than women and essentially refuses to leave his room. She forces her friendship upon Brian and he all too gladly receives it. She's still smitten with him due to his open nature (when she tries to shock him with "Have you ever slept with a dwarf", he quickly responds with "Yes once, but it wasn't a lasting relationship...") and they seem ripe to mesh with the morally loose society around them. At the same time, there's growing anti-semitism and swelling nationalism with the rise of Hitler and the Nazis. Many aren't overly concerned about it (including wealthy Maximilian - the shared friend and lover of both Brian and Sally), but midway through the film we get the only song sung outside the confines of the club: an stirring version of "Tomorrow Belongs To Me" led by Nazi youth and sung with a growing intensity by the majority of an outdoor cafe. It's not just disquieting, it's downright terrifying - especially as we see an old man not singing and sitting alone at a table, looking despondent at what he envisions is about to happen to his country. After witnessing the scene, Brian asks Maximilian "Do you still think you can control them?". His little shrug before he gets into the car speaks volumes about the dangers of inaction. It speaks to Maximilian's selfish character as well - cheating on his wife with both Brian and Sally shows he has no particular allegiance. Except perhaps to money. It makes the world go round after all (or so the song says...).



As A Star Is Born opens to a "Night of Stars" relief fund event for motion pictures, the world of 1950s Hollywood is a little less frightening than 1931 Berlin. But perception can drive one's fears and anxieties...Norman Maine is one of the scheduled performers at the event, but he's once again MIA so the producers decide to skip ahead to the next act: a big band with a young singer named Esther Blodgett fronting it. They kick into their first tune when a heavily drunk Maine shows up backstage and trips, bumps and bullies his way on stage. Esther sees what's developing in the dark corner and incorporates his inebriated dancing into her act to make it all seem planned. Afterwards, he's very thankful for her help, but still boorish to everyone else. As she leaves, she recognizes his issues, but still sees something "nice" inside. His career has started to slide and his dependence on booze has been creeping up. What caused what isn't clearly stated, but the more he feels like the spotlight has waned and the public have forgotten him, the more the booze takes precedence. Fear of failure is a curse for the celebrity and the film presents this in an achingly real fashion. It's doubled when you consider Garland's own troubles in the few years previous to the film and there's little doubt where many of the barbs at the studio system, uncaring fans and overall machinery come from (Garland and her husband's production company produced the film as a comeback vehicle for her). Maine tracks down Esther the following day and quietly eavesdrops on a jam session with her band. It's at this point that she lets loose with "The Man Who Got Away" and you can see her performance literally pull Maine into the light (the use of light and colour throughout the film is exceptional). Partially he sees that chance to get back to relevance by bringing her forward, but she has also renewed his enthusiasm for the art itself. And so begins the classic setup of the fading star helping the new talent with only one possible ending...



After getting her in with the studio, Maine is sent off to do location shooting and Esther (now renamed Vicki Lester by the individuality-hating studio that requires conformity) gets bogged down in grunt work. There are some particularly sharp jabs at the studio system as she is plopped on an conveyor belt through various departments. The most obvious inspired-from-her-own-life segment is the studio's makeover of her face - Garland had always been terribly self-conscious of her appearance as studio boss after studio boss had tried to tweak her looks on screen, so when she comes out of the assembly line with blonde hair and caked on makeup, you can see the direct link to the blonde makeover done to Garland for 1943's Presenting Lily Mars (when she was only 21). Not until Maine returns and arranges for her to take the place of a singer who has left another film in mid-production does she finally get a chance to shine. The film shines here as well by taking a simple film premiere and building it into a centrepiece for Garland herself without ever sacrificing the flow of the overall story. As they watch the film from the audience, we are brought into the movie where Vicki plays an actress in a big stage production. After singing an odd half-blackface rendition of "Swanee" to close out the play, the actress sits on the edge of the stage and sings a song to the audience about her career and life. Within that song, we get flashbacks to earlier parts of her career where she sings other songs. So these individual numbers become song flashbacks within a song within a play within a movie within a movie. But there's never a question of which layer she's currently in - it's done effortlessly through George Cukor's direction, the ingenious construction of the sequence and some wonderful slightly surreal sets for the flashbacks. As terrific as James Mason is in the role of Norman Maine (his ability to switch from happy drunk to absolutely menacing is a sight to behold) and as great as the melodrama of the story is, Garland and her songs own the film.



As does Minelli and her club performances in Cabaret. Michael York is lovely as Brian, the rest of the cast (including Joel Grey as the slightly wicked, slightly creepy master of ceremonies to both the audience of the club and the audience of the film) is great and the claustrophobia of Berlin feels quite real on screen, but everytime Liza sings and Fosse's choreography kicks into gear, the film soars. Minelli (like her mom) too often gets associated with the oddities of her personal life, so let's hope she is never forgotten for the quite spectacular way she proudly owns that Kit-Kat club stage. There's never a false note in her voice or those performances - they are simply pure entertainment. When Sally gets on stage, she delights in being there, her uncertainties having been left in the dressing room and her confidence demanding the spotlight. It's probably safe to say that it's a good fit for Minelli as well - though one could say that about her entire performance during the film. If Sally is all blather and false front, Minelli acts the character superbly. It's the kind of character that can become annoying ever so quickly, but Minelli finds just the right touch to make her endearing. As for Fosse, the way he directs both the dancing and the filming is masterful. Having just watched his first film Sweet Charity attempt to experiment with all manner of different choreography and film tricks (with unsuccessful results for me), it was ideal to see him restricted to the stage for each of these numbers. It seemed to open up his creativity even further to perfect each and every routine. Cukor too was hitting some interesting creative notes - apart from those set piece songs (along with the sets, the use of a minimal set of colours makes them distinctive), he uses still photographs to help advance the narrative in a couple of sequences. The first usage of it is quite effective as it covers a period where the two are separated from each other and gives a unique feeling of loneliness for both of them.



Romance between the main characters is inevitable in both films - Vicki falls for her mentor and he for his starlet while Sally and Brian's close friendship leads to an experiment in sex and into an initial very loving relationship. But the films give enough foreshadowing with their concurrent themes so that the viewer isn't overly surprised as things fall apart. The rich elite in Germany ignore what's happening under their noses (or even buy into it) and the Hollywood studios turn away from their has-been stars once they are of no use to them (as do the fans). Even once Maximilian has left the country (for Argentina) and left Brian and Sally to focus on each other, their future is in doubt. The film clearly says that "life is a cabaret" and it should be lived to its fullest, so each realizes they must remain true to themselves. Unfortunately, as the final unsettling distorted mirror shot of Nazis in the club's audience shows, their countrymen did not. In A Star Is Born, the studios and fans raise their stars to places from which they can only fall - no matter how great a mentor Norman Maine is to Vicki, no matter what he has done in the past and no matter how caring and kind he is when sober (Garland and Mason fit together very naturally during these moments), he's doomed. His public fall is painful to watch (in particular the Oscar ceremony scene when he pleads to the audience "I need a job...") and his private one is simply tragic.

Both musicals handle the artifice of their musical segments within the story without resorting to fantasy and even use them to help advance the story. This helps make them both classic musicals and among the best films I've seen all year.

Monday, 19 August 2013

Friday, 2 August 2013

Coincidental Parallels - "Hud" and "No Country For Old Men"

On consecutive nights, a first time watch of Hud by myself followed by my son's suggestion to watch No Country For Old Men (first time for him, numerous for me).


"Little by little, the look of the country changes because of the men we admire"



"Once you quit hearing sir and ma'am, the rest is soon to follow."



The contexts are different - Hud wishing for the old ways, while No Country takes a realistic (some would say cynical, but I don't quite see that) view that things change and the world can't stop for you - but there are more than a few similarities between them. The gorgeous, Noirish-Western look and feel along with the sharp and funny Noirish-Western dialogue are the more surface parallels, but one could also make a case that Sheriff Bell and Homer Bannon share a few views while the new, more selfish world view is represented by Llewelyn, Chigurh and Hud.

A great pairing.