Showing posts with label IFFBoston 2011. Show all posts
Showing posts with label IFFBoston 2011. Show all posts

Thursday, September 08, 2011

Next Week in Tickets: Films playing Boston 9 September 2011 - 15 September 2011

Big festival going on up north in Toronto, where several of the fall's awards contenders will be rolled out. Meanwhile, back here, there's a little bit of that, as well as some stuff that was at IFFBoston, some apparent crap getting shoved into theaters before the good stuff crowds it off the screen, and some programming that is at least interesting.

  • Contagion is the big premiere this weekend, with Steven Soderbergh directing a quite frankly ridiculous cast (Marion Cotillard, Matt Damon, Laurence Fishburne, Jude Law, Gwyneth Paltrow, and Kate Winslet above the title on the poster, and there's even more!) in a thriller about an attempt to stop a global pandemic. It's a big canvas, and will get the biggest screens this weekend, popping up in IMAX at the furniture store in Reading (though not Natick), the main screen in Somerville, the IMAX-branded digital screen in Boston Common, and the RPX screen in Fenway.

    The other big studio release is Warrior, which has been getting very enthusiastic reviews for its story of two brothers (Joel Edgerton & Tom Hardy) both drawn into the world of mixed martial arts in order to make ends meet. In particular, those who've seen it rave over Nick Nolte as the father. I only get goodness as opposed to greatness from the trailer, but those can be deceptive.

    Also opening at the multiplexes: Bucky Larson: Born to Be a Star, which looks to be a script that Adam Sandler wrote but didn't consider worth his further time (yikes!) but somehow managed to snag Christina Ricci as the female lead (that's just sad), and Creature, a monster movie with a title, cast, and premise so generic I'm kind of shocked that it's playing theaters rather than SyFy or straight to video. Remember, tickets to actual promising movies cost the same as seeing these things.


  • One of the IFFBoston alumni, Circumstance opens at the Coolidge Corner Theatre. It's the tale of a couple of teenage girls in Tehran who have a bit of a crush on each other, which is more than just a little complicated in a country that has "morality police". I liked it quite a bit when I saw it at the festival, as much for the nifty last act that shows us how dictatorships solidify in microcosm as for the love story. Cinematographer Brian Rigney Hubbard will be there in person for a Q&A on the 7:10pm show on Saturday (10 September).

    Perhaps the most interesting of the place's special presentations this week might be the easiest to overlook; at 11am on Sunday morning, there's a combined Sounds of Silents/Goethe-Institut presentation of Nathan the Wise, a 1922 film from Germany that advocated religious tolerance among Christians, Jews, and Muslims. As you might expect, it was banned by the Nazis and remains topical, screening on the tenth anniversary of the September 11 attacks. Local composer Aaron Trant composes the new soundtrack, which the After Quartet performs.

    Before that, the weekend's midnight movie is Class of 1984, in which a high-school music teacher is going to have to do more than just inspire his students to get out of his new inner-city assignment alive. There's also a National Theater simulcast of Man, Two Guvnors on Thursday (15 September).


  • Circumstance also opens at Kendall Square, as does Bellflower and Higher Ground. I didn't like Bellflower quite so much as Circumstance when I saw them back in April, but the apocalyptically-inspired tragic love story does have a visceral appeal, and props to the filmmakers for not only building all the tricked-out flamethrowers and custom cars featured in the picture, but much of the camera equipment as well.

    Higher Ground, on the other hand, is likely a bit quieter; the directorial debut of star Vera Farmiga is about her character gaining and losing faith in religion as tragedies enter her life. A fair number of films are sticking around, so there's only room for the one-week booking, Mr. Nice, to play two shows a day (1:40pm and 6:30pm; Magic Trip has the complimentary slots). It stars Rhys Ifans in a comedic biography of a dope smuggler who was apparently quite brilliant in other fields.


  • With their one-a-month schedule interrupted by summer (and nobody in Boston stepping up to show 3-D Sex & Zen), China Lion opens two Chinese films at Boston Common this week. Both appear to be romances of a sort, but dig into the descriptions a little and they sound interesting. My Kingdom is a period piece about two brothers who entered the Peking Opera School because martial arts was forbidden; naturally they get involved with the same woman in Shanghai. Barbie Hsu is the biggest name in the main cast, but Yuen Biao plays one of their teachers, and Sammo Hung choreographs the action, so that should be fun.

    Love in Space, meanwhile, is stocked with plenty of bigger stars, including Canto-pop idols Aaron Kwok, Eason Chan, and "Angelababy". It's four times the romantic comedy, as a mother and her three daughters take a chance on finding love in environments including high school, the moon, and everywhere in between. Well, I don't know if they ever reach the moon, but we'll see.

    Both share a single screen, although AMC is likely not selling single-admission tickets for a double feature. My Kingdom plays at 11:40am, 4:40pm, and 7:10pm; Love In Space takes the 2:00pm and 9:40pm slots.


  • If you prefer Indian to Chinese, Mere Brother Ki Dulhan opens at Fresh Pond; it's about a man trying to arrange a marriage for his brother, only to fall for the lady himself (she's played by Katrina Kaif, and thus gorgeous). It's a musical comedy, and thus perhaps the most Bollywood film I can imagine. It splits the screen with the still-playing Bodyguard. Still no sign of That Girl in Yellow Boots.


  • The Brattle has a special guest this weekend, Crispin Hellion Glover, who may have disappeared off the mainstream radar between Back to the Future and Charlie's Angels, but earned a big cult following as an actor and filmmaker while the rest of us weren't looking. His two films playing this weekend are both very much on the odd side: It Is Fine! Everything is Fine! features screenwriter Steven C. Stewart in a semi-autobiographical tale that is "[p]art horror film, part exploitation picture and part documentary", and runs Friday and Sunday night; Saturday's program features What Is It?, an avant-garde movie whose cast incidentally features many actors with Down's Syndrome. Both films will be precede by a different version of Glover's "Big Slide Show"; there will also be Q&A and a book signing.

    Monday's DocYard feature is Rain in a Dry Land, with director Anne Makepeace and editor Mary Lampson there to introduce and answer questions about their documentary. It follows two Somali families who arrive in the United States as refugees and find that living here is a whole new sort of culture shock.

    The rest of the week finishes up with the second half of The Neurotic Genius of Woody Allen. Tuesday night (13 September) is a double feature that blurs the line between real life and reel life (Zelig and The Purple Rose of Cairo). Wednesday is given to Radio Days, apparently one of Allen's favorites. And Thursday sees Allen back in serious mode, with the recent Match Point.


  • The Harvard Film Archive continues its American Punk series this weekend, with Border Radio and Desperate Teenage Lovedolls on Friday and The Blank Generation on Sunday and Monday. On Saturday and Sunday nights, there are two chances to catch the full three-and-a-half hour cut of Rainer Werner Fassbinder's World on a Wire, which was produced for German television in 1973 (from a 1964 novel) but seems to anticipate a great deal of the virtual-reality a corporate paranoia that would show up in later science fiction.


  • The Museum of Fine Arts continues their series of selections from the International Festival of Films on Art with screenings of six different films. In between, the restored print of Black Narcissus gets another screening on Sunday the 11th.


  • The Regent Theatre in Arlington has another one-night documentary premiere this Thursday, Beyond The Myth: A Film About Pit Bulls and Breed Discrimination; he title seems pretty self-explanatory. Director Libby Sherrill will be in attendance, as will "Cherry", one of the dogs seized from Michael Vick.


  • There's a bit of second-run shuffling going on, including Attack the Block moving back to Boston Common after spending a week across the river in Harvard Square. Sarah's Key moves to the Arlington Capitol (closing at Kendall Square and Coolidge Corner).



My plans? It looks like I may be good and booked, grabbing both Chinese films at some point during the weekend, probably combined with Contagion. Among the specials, I'm very tempted by both World on a Wire and Nathan the Wise, as well as the non-Match Point Allen movies. And on Sunday, I'll also be hitting the Ice Cream Showdown, because I love ice cream and it's for charity.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Conan O'Brien Can't Stop

Hey, remember how I mentioned being embargoed on Conan O'Brien Can't Stop a couple weeks-plus ago? Well, according to EFC, it's the movie's release date somewhere, so be free, review, be free!

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Oh, you want more? Okay, funny group of odd connections here: While director Rodman Flender mostly does TV work, he's done a few features and documentaries before, including Let Them Eat Rock, a fun documentary on Cambridge novelty act The Upper Crust that was a huge success at the Boston Underground Film Festival five years ago. A fair amount of that film involved the band doing a spot on Late Night with Conan O'Brien. In my original review, I got a couple of the band members mixed up, only to be corrected in the eFilmCritic/Hollywood Bitchslap comments by Nancy Campbell, whom I can only assume is the same person I regularly say hi to at the Coolidge and serves as Managing Director of IFFBoston.

Small world, eh?

Oddly, Let Them Eat Rock never seems to have found distribution, which is a shame; it's a fun movie. Maybe it could be included in the deluxe edition of the Can't Stop DVD/Blu-ray.

Conan O'Brien Can't Stop

* * * (out of four)
Seen 4 May 2011 in the Coolidge Corner Theatre #1 (IFFBoston 2011)

People reading this in the future, or other countries, or who just have a more sensible relationship to pop culture may find this hard to believe, but for a good chunk of 2009 and 2010, a lot of people spent time obsessing over who should make jokes about the events of the day and lob softball questions at celebrities promoting new movies and albums on NBC at 11:35pm, even those not connected with the network. It was a whole thing. That's the background for Conan O'Brien Can't Stop, an entertaining documentary about a performer who needs a stage in more ways than one.

As mentioned, Conan O'Brien was the host of The Tonight Show until NBC opted to return Jay Leno to the job. He would soon find a new job, but a non-compete clause in his old contract would keep him off television until the fall of 2010. In between, he embarked on his "Legally Prohibited From Being Funny on Television" tour, a hugely successful comedy tour that was in many ways O'Brien's first real direct interaction with a live audience, despite his long tenure hosting late night talk shows.

Conan O'Brien is a funny guy, and since he's putting on a comedy show, he surrounds himself with other funny people. We see plenty of that in both the performance clips and the behind-the-scenes footage - there probably isn't a five-minute period without at least a small laugh. What we also see, though, is that comedy often comes from angry places and can often be a job that requires putting on a false face. O'Brien lets director Rodman Flender show us the man warts and all, giving us a close look at how much baggage he's carrying around from his long, public, losing battle with his former employers and how going on a tour around North America with very little down-time is perhaps not the best way to deal with it.

Full review at EFC.

Friday, June 17, 2011

Next Week in Tickets: Films playing Boston 17 June 2011 -23 June 2011

Here's something that bears watching beyond just "next week": iPic Theaters Looking at Borders Site in Downtown Crossing, reported by Boston Restaurant Talk. Weird place to hear about new cinemas, and iPic's website certainly suggests an upscale place (the Herald story suggests it will easily be the priciest theater, with tickets running up to $29!). Still, I've been hoping for an Alamo/Keystone-style restaurant/cinema for a while.

Kind of a bummer that it comes at the expense of the Downtown Crossing Borders. Sure, nobody really laments the closing of a franchise place the same way that they would a locally-owned place - heck, my shopping there of late has been "use email coupons to get ridiculous deals", which gives them the cash infusion they're looking for but probably doesn't help with profitability in the long term - but it means that there will be no mainstream bookstore left in the Downtown Crossing area once it closes. Plenty of used and antiquarian spots, and I suspect (hope!) that the Borders in the Cambridgeside Galleria and the Barnes & Noble in the Prudential Center aren't going anywhere, but no downtown big bookstore.

  • Speaking of downtown theaters and places I'd rather not close, there are signs of life at the Stuart Street Playhouse this week! It's been pretty much closed up in the month and a half since its IFFBoston night, which is a shame, as it's a nice facility whose economics were tricky. The last time I walked by, there were no posters in the windows and the marquee just talked about it being available for rental, so I suspect that Jig booked the theater rather than vice-versa. It's a documentary about the an international Irish dancing competition in Glasgow, focusing on several groups of young women who have been competing with each other for years, fly-on-the-wall style. It looks exuberant, and Patrick Doyle's doing the soundtrack, so that's at least going to be pretty good.

    I'm not saying to go see this and buy a large popcorn even if you have as little interest in the subject matter as I do. But I'll be there at some point, even if only to try and prove Stuart Street can be a viable place for independent movies not opening elsewhere in Boston.


  • Across the river, in the usual place for independent movies (Kendall Square), things get a little bit closer to back to normal, with the Malick and Allen films dropping down to a reasonable number of screens to make room for some new arrivals that had brief appearances in the Boston area earlier in the year. The single-week booking is for Bride Flight, which played the Coolidge as part of the Talk Cinema series. It's about three Dutch girls who emigrate to New Zealand looking for a better life after World War II, although I'm guessing that not all of them will wind up living happy, uneventful lives with the fiancés awaiting them.

    The Trip and Submarine both played IFFBoston; of the two English films, I've only seen Submarine, a nifty-looking but often-grating coming-of-age story, while The Trip was a difficult cut. It features Steve Coogan on a restaurant-reviewing road trip with Rob Brydon, and as these are very funny guys, improvised hilarity likely ensues.


  • Another IFFBoston alum opens at the Brattle: Stake Land is a pretty darn good post-vampire-apocalypse road movie directed by Jim Mickle, starring Connor Paolo as a teenager traveling with the man who rescued him (Nick Damici) when vampires killed his family. Mickle's a rising star in the horror genre (or at least, he should be), and though it's probably not fair to compare this to the inexplicably-popular Zombieland (they do very similar things in different ways), I can't help but think that this one does it right.

    That plays evenings (and 11:30pm late shows on Friday and Saturday nights); for weekend matinees, there's some John Huston classics. Treasure of the Sierra Madre plays Saturday and Sunday (18-19 June) at 12:30pm, while Sunday afternoon also features a double feature of The Maltese Falcon and The Asphalt Jungle.

    On Monday evening, the DocYard presents The Kids Grow Up with director Doug Block at the theater. It's an autobiographical tale, as Block films the last year before his daughter Lucy goes to college. He'd previously garnered a great deal of praise for documenting his relationship with his parents in 51 Birch Street, so this can be seen as a sort of bookend.


  • AMC changes things up a bit, booking The Art of Getting Byat Harvard Square rather than Boston Common. It's a Sundance veteran (I believe it played there under the title "Homework") about a kid who is a talented artist but just does enough in school and life to, how should I say this, get by. It's got an impressive cast - the suddenly grown-up Freddie Highmore as the boy, Emma Roberts as his crush object, Rita Wilson and Sam Robards as his parents, Michael Angarano as a mentor - although it sounds sort of generic-quirky.

    They get that in lieu of what's opening in the bigger theaters, Green Lantern and Mr. Popper's Penguins. Both are getting poisonous reviews, which saddens me, because there should be potential there. I remember Mr. Popper's Penguins being a charming children's book, and as much as I like Jim Carrey, I don't think zany is what this story needs. Similarly, I like Ryan Reynolds, and I think Green Lantern is one of the great comic book concepts (space cop has a ring that can make anything he can imagine), but it's one that has often struggled to find a personality in the comics, and the movie looks pretty thin on that account. Here's hoping that the effects which look kind of hokey in the previews look good in 3D.


  • They were shooting a movie at the Somerville Theatre last Tuesday; here's hoping that winds up playing there. Of course, what with Ted being directed by Seth MacFarlane, it will likely be a bunch of unwatchable non-sequiters. For now, they've got the usual assortment of first-run material, including Super 8 looking great in the main theater. They're also using that spiffy 500+ person room for their summer programs - Kick-Ass is the midnight movie on Friday and Saturday, while Captains Courageous plays Sunday (the 19th) at 11am and Monday (the 20th) at 5pm and 8pm. That one looks pretty good, a 1937 Victor Fleming adaptation of a Rudyard Kipling story about a spoiled boy (Freddie Bartholomew) who falls off a luxury yacht and is rescued by a fishing boat whose crew includes Spencer Tracy and Lionel Barrymore. Good old-fashioned adventure, and since the people at the Somerville are maniacs about obtaining quality 35mm prints and projecting them properly, it should look incredible.


  • The Coolidge is also mostly staying the course with their current bookings (they do pick up City of Life and Death for the tiny GoldScreen room), although they too have some nifty event bookings. Friday and Saturday night at 11:59, for instance, they are running Friday the 13th Part 3 in 3D. Probably anaglyph, as I don't think any other sort of prints of this movie exist, but, hey, it's Jason Vorhees coming right at you. Sunday (the 19th) at 11am, they have the finale Goethe-Institut German film of the season, The Man Who Jumped Cars, about an escaped mental patient walking across Germany who inspires those he meets to shake up their humdrum lives. And on Monday, the Big Screen Classic is Fiddler on the Roof, celebrating its 40th anniversary in its full 35mm, three-hour glory.


  • Art on Film keeps chugging on at the MFA; this week's selections include Women Art Revlution, Chihuly in the Light of Jerusalem (tying in with their ongoing Dale Chihuly exhibit), and First Face: The Buck Starts Here. Also playing scattered times are hand-painted animated film Mia and the Migoo, with two new documentaries enter the rotation on Wednesday (the 22nd): Armadillo (which I believe played the DocYard earlier this year) is a documentary from the Netherlands about soldiers on their first dangerous mission in Afghanistan, while Queen of the Sun: What Are the Bees Telling Us? investigates Colony Collapse Disorder, although the description seems to indicate that there's more philosophy than hard science.


  • The Harvard Film Archive begins a retrospective of Luis Buñuel this weekend. The aptly titled Buñuel - The Beginning and the End includes both his first film ("Un Chien Andalou", co-directed with Salvadore Dali and screening with L'Age d'Or at 7pm on Friday the 17th) and his last (That Obscure Object of Desire, screening Saturday the 18th at 9pm). Several other films widely regarded as classics play this weekend - Tristana Friday at 9pm, Viridiana Saturday at 7pm, a pairing of "Land Without Bread" and "Simon of the Desert" on Sunday the 19th at 7pm, and The Milky Way on Monday the 20th at 7pm. The series will resume again on the 24th and continue through the 27th before the Archive shuts down for its summer vacation.


  • The Regent Theatre in Arlington will play host to the Adventure Film Festival on Tuesday the 21st and Wednesday the 22nd. Each day features a different program of short films celebrating "outdoor adventure and environmental activism"


  • And, finally, I believe "Rescue" is a new release at the Museum of Science's Mugar Omni Theater this weekend. It's an IMAX presentation that follows emergency response teams from around the world who are summoned to Haiti after last year's massive earthquake. That likely makes for an exciting double feature with "Tornado Alley" (or triple feature with the 9pm-only "Adrenaline Rush: The Science of Risk").



My plans? I'd love to say I have the willpower to avoid Green Lantern (see what I did there?), I'll probably do an early (and thus cheaper!) 3D screening at some point, probably Sunday. As I mentioned, Jig gets my support, and around them... Hmm. I've got some free tickets to use at AMC, the Aquarium, and the Museum of Science, so maybe I'll play some catch-up there.

Monday, June 06, 2011

IFFBoston 2011 Closing Night/Wrap-up: Conan O'Brien Can't Stop (except when reviews are embargoed)

Embargoes are a weird fact of life for the film-critic community - you see a movie early, but with the agreement that the review you write about it will be held to the day of release. For most traditional - that is to say, print - outlets, this isn't a big deal; opening weekend is when the article is most relevant for their readership. The same holds true for online outlets, though to a lesser extent; we're more easily searchable, so it's whether we get more hits for "new & relevant" than for "new" and "relevant" separately is a question best answered on a case-by-case basis.

Films being embargoed at festivals, though, is a really weird thing. Films that already have distribution play festivals to get word-of-mouth, so why try and keep that buried, especially for a film like Conan O'Brien Can't Stop, which is pretty decent? It's also a willing, insidious corruption of the press - it makes critics act a bit more like part of the distributor's publicity plan, rather than outside observers.

It also, in some ways, puts the critics, the ones who can be your best advocates - enthusiastic SQL programmers aside - at a disadvantage. I was asked to hold my review because I attended on a press pass, but by next year, it's not impossible that eFilmCritic will either cease to exist (unlikely) or the festival's standards for who they credential will rise (certainly possible). When that happens, I'll buy my own pass and then post the same sort of thing here and/or on EFC as I did before, only I won't know I'm not supposed to. I'm not exactly sure why I should be treated differently in those cases, much less effectively be trusted more as an unquestioned amateur.

(You may think this unlikely, but it's actually happened - a couple years ago, when attending the Boston Film Festival on my own dime, I saw a movie called Motherhood and wrote a review of it. This got my editor at EFC an email, asking why I was breaking embargo. He wrote back, saying basically that the screening was open to the public, so trying to keep wraps on it was pretty silly, and besides, you weren't complaining about Variety already having run a review, were you?)

As silly as this is, I'm going along with it, because I don't want to be the one that keeps other EFC guys from getting credentials or IFFBoston from being able to book movies. This does leave me without a review to run here, though, so I'll have to do something else, other than whine about not being able to run a review. So, let's bring on some graphs!

IFFBoston 2011 Review Lag Graph

There's not a whole lot to be gleaned from this graph, other than that I do, by and large, crank out reviews at a pretty steady clip, although it's obviously not quite the rate at which I see movies. Even with that in mind, though, I'm pretty ashamed at how wide the gap between the two lines gets, almost 32 days long at The Whistleblower. That's pretty bad practice; it's not close to fresh in my head. I think I did all right when you look at the reviews, for the most part; I didn't find myself punting things as is occasionally the case with Fantasia.

There are a couple of odd blips there. The one around "Shorts 3: Narratives" comes from the shorts program being the first thing I saw that day but the last thing published, as it had to wait for the blog post to be done as there really isn't a place for it on eFilmCritic. Even if its publication date were set to when I actually finished writing it, the higher slope around We Still Live Here comes from me trying to strike while the iron was hot on some things that would likely have limited runs: Cave of Forgotten Dreams, Rammbock, Queen to Play, and True Legend. There's another sharp upslope between Bellflower and Stake Land, as I write up Legend of the Fist and A Beautiful Life. The zig-zag at Sons of Perdition is me bumping it up in line to have something on EFC, at least, in time for its opening in Boston.

IFFBoston 2011 Venue chart

If you're going to max out your pass, certain parts of this are a given: 4.76% at the Coolidge, 9.52% at Stuart Street, at least 23.8% at the various Somerville rooms. The rest is just a matter of how much the Brattle takes up and how the Somerville stuff is distributed.

I am, tongue-in-cheek, a little disappointed that I spent something like a quarter of the festival in the even numbered rooms in Somerville. I like many things about that theater, but when the eccentric millionaire gives me the cash to build my own, I'll be doing my best to avoid many of the things that make the even numbered rooms, uh, "memorable". They've got center aisles, the rows are very close together, and in an attempt to squeeze as many people as possible in, the front rows are very close to the screen (that's also where the main wheelchair spaces are). If you've got a pass, you're getting in early, so getting the best seats (near the center) means people are going to be climbing over you for the next twenty minutes - many getting in, putting their stuff down, going out, and getting a beer.

It is kind of amusing that I wound up with tickets for all five screens, despite the fact that only four were being used for the festival at any given time. I'll be the ushers and projectionists got sick of hauling that Water for Elephants print around.

IFFBoston 2011 Ratings

I think I did pretty well with my time, though - as you can see, a good two-thirds of the movies I saw rated three stars or higher. I, personally, tend to consider movies 2.5 stars (out of four) and up worth seeing - I'm easy that way - so all and all, this looks like a pretty successful week (and month).

Saturday, June 04, 2011

IFFBoston 2011 Day #7: Terri and The Whistleblower

The second-to-last day of the festival was a bit of a change-up from the past couple years, where the night would be spent at the Institute of Contemporary Art watching films about art and artists. That wasn't the case this year, with the venue moving a couple stops up the river to the Stuart Street Playhouse for a couple of higher-profile narratives.

Not a bad night. Both movies were good enough to recommend, though not exceptional. Both directors appeared for a Q&A, and it's always nice to see something at the Stuart Street Playhouse - it's a great facility and the people there are quite nice.

I'm a bit worried about the Playhouse, quite frankly - a couple days after this, they had a preview showing for Jumping the Broom, and then after that, they just seemed to vanish from sight. Not necessarily in terms of there being a hole at the bottom of the Radisson or anything, but their website has been saying "check back later" for the past month and there's been no listings in the paper. Given their hidden location (underneath a hotel; at least on foot, you've got to navigate some tricky traffic to get there), reducing visibility that way isn't going to do them any good.

Hopefully they haven't shut down; I'll be down there at some point in the next couple of days, so I may take a look. If they have shut down, it's a weird way to do it, especially since the festival staff was talking the theater up like it would be showing movies this summer.

The environment elevates my photography from terrible to merely poor, though:

"Terri" director Azazel Jacobs at IFFBoston 2011
Azazel Jacobs doing Q&A for his film Terri. If you've got the name Azazel, you sort of have to have hair like that.

"The Whistleblower" director Larysa Kondracki at IFFBoston 2011
Larysa Kondracki doing the same. As you might expect, this was as much about the subject and the differences between the film and real life as the movie itself.

Terri

* * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 3 May 2011 in the Stuart Street Playhouse (IFFBoston 2011)

Earlier in this festival (and on many other occasions), I saw a movie about an eccentric kid growing up, and it was kind of annoying; even if inspired by actual people, the characters seemed like adult screenwriters. So it's something of a relief to say that Terri, for all its oddball tendencies, does have the ring of truth about it. It's not an all-time great coming-of-age movie, but it's at least populated by recognizable human beings.

Terri (Jacob Wysocki) is kind of isolated from the other kids; not only is he overweight, but he lives way off the main road with his uncle James (Creed Bratton), and Uncle James is getting to the point where his memory (among other things) has a pretty wide gap between the good days and bad days. When he shows up late for school wearing his pajama top for a shirt, he's sent to the principal's office, and Mr. Fitzgerald (John C. Reilly) decides to take a personal interest in him, meeting up with him once a week, like he does with some other kids such as Chad (Bridger Zadina). And while Terri's not in any particular trouble, he does manage to sort of be around it, when his staring leads to a kid with the charming nickname of "Dirty Zach" (Justin Prentice) being caught fingering his girlfriend Heather (Olivia Crocicchia) in home ec class.

Though Terri and the other characters can be kind of unusual at times, it's never a particularly forced oddity. These kids (and educators) are distinct individuals with their own particular issues and quirks, but should at least feel like familiar types from one's own school days. Director Azazel Jacobs, screenwriter Patrick Dewitt, and the cast manage the tricky balance between the familiar and the unique here, with the only real exception being Mr. Fitzgerald - even by the standards of dedicated and unorthodox film educators, he's a bit on the odd side.

Full review at EFC.

The Whistleblower

* * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 3 May 2011 in the Stuart Street Playhouse (IFFBoston 2011)

The Whistleblower has a good cast and a topic that provokes a strong emotional reaction, and when a project starts with that, making a memorable film can often come down to not screwing up. Co-writer/director Larysa Kondracki doesn't screw up; she makes a movie that's a notch or two above average, and the "based on a true story" factor doesn't hurt it at all.

It's 1999, and two women on different sides of the world have no idea they're on intersecting paths. Kathryn Bolkovac (Rachel Weisz) is a police officer in Nebraska, very good at her job but frustrated because she's having a hard time finding a department to transfer to near Atlanta, where her ex-husband is moving with her daughter. The lead she gets - working for a UN contracter to assist local law enforcement in Bosnia-Herzegovina - is a few thousand miles in the wrong direction, but the pay is good enough to give her a cushion when her hitch is up. Raya (Roxana Condurache) is a recent high-school graduate in Eastern Europe, whose friend Irka (Rayisa Kondracki) has lined up a chance to go west, working as waitresses and au pairs. Kathryn thrives - after helping the locals with their first successful domestic violence prosecution, UN Mission official Madeleine Rees (Vanessa Redgrave) gets her a post handling "gender issues". Raya and Irka, on the other hand, wind up in a situation where they need Kathryn's help badly, which is made more difficult because both the local police force and the contractors are thoroughly corrupt.

The cast won't necessarily bowl audiences over, but it may raise eyebrows. Rachel Wesiz, for instance, seldom disappoints, and she doesn't here. It's a precisely-pitched performance; there's never any doubt that she is very good at her job or that she is passionate about helping the women she finds in Bosnia, but she's not one-note or overly intense about it. She lets the audience see something developing with fellow "adviser" Jan (Nikolaj Lie Kaas) without gushy moments and similarly builds the increasing stress she's under.

Full review at EFC.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

IFFBoston 2011 Day #6: El Bulli: Cooking In Progress and Sons of Perdition

First, and most important: If you're reading this in Boston on or before 2 June 2011, Sons of Perdition is still playing at the Kendall Square Cinema, and is pretty darn good. It was only booked for a week, so it would probably not have survived the ridiculous way they've booked Tree of Life this weekend anyway (and boy, is that a rant for this week's Next Week...).

No Q&A for it there, of course, which is a shame; Tyler Measom gave a thoroughly charming one to cap off the festival's run in the Somerville Theatre (thanks to his bright shirt, you can almost make him out in the obligatory Horrible Photography™). I found myself impressed by the even, accepting tone he maintained throughout the conversation, considering the subject matter of his and his wife's film, I would have been pretty much 100% pure anger. I'm not a big fan of superstition to begin with, so I can't really say that there's a special place in Hell for the people who manipulate their followers like this, but it ticks me off - both for it's a crappy thing to do and how it never seems to lead to people questioning their own religious beliefs.

That was the second half of the night; the first was what was possibly the surprise hit of the festival; El Bulli: Cooking in Progress got upgraded from one of Somerville's smaller theaters to their main screen, and while it didn't sell out, it got fairly crowded. No filmmakers in attendance, so it was on Brian to mention during the intro that they always hope to book something that strikes a chord with audiences, and this one exceeded all expectations in terms of ticket sales.

Maybe they set their expectations a little low; Adrià was a visiting lecturer at Harvard last fall, giving the project even more local interest even if cooking programs weren't popular. Plus, there's a science angle, which was a big part of what got my attention (for all I grumbled about all the performer-related docs, I grabbed a seat at any science-related one I could find, although there were never two or three of those running at once). It's a lot of reasons for people to be interested in the movie, and it seemed to bring them all out.

Just one horrible picture today:

"Sons of Perdition" director Tyler Measom
Tyler Measom, from fairly close up, so I got an unusually decent shot.

(And, man, is it a said thing that dropping Warren Jeffs's name into Amazon brings up multiple books about his cult.)

El Bulli: Cooking in Progress

* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 2 May 2011 in Somerville Theatre #1 (IFFBoston 2011)

El Bulli: Cooking in Progress has a strange start for a documentary about a famous chef and his equally famous restaurant: The kitchen is disassembled and packed away. This is not, however, a precursor to a jump back in time to tell us a story of failure; it's a fittingly unusual beginning to an examination of Ferran Adrià's unusual process.

Yes, Adrià's El Bulli restaurant did close in October of 2008, but that's a regular occurrence, as he and his staff retreat to their Barcelona test kitchen to begin development of the next year's menu. Though the words are never mentioned in the film, Adria is one of the main practitioners of molecular gastronomy (though he prefers the term "deconstructivist"), a form of cooking that embraces technology and scientific procedures. Adrià and his assistants will spend the next months painstakingly researching and quantifying the tastes and textures that come from preparing different foods in different ways, developing a menu theme that coalesces into the "Year of Water" when the restaurant re-opens in June of 2009.

There's an old joke among scientists that the scientific method is best defined as "make the grad students do all the work". The various assistants and sous-chefs we meet are likely a bit higher up the totem pole than that, but the principle holds: For much of the film, we are not watching Ferran Adrià, but his staff - Oriol Castro, Eduard Xatruch, Eugeni de Diego et al. They're the ones who do the repetitive but crucial work of iterating through various combinations of ingredients, equipment, and parameters in order to discover the best ones to present to Ferran, and are often the ones who find a new dish, whether by happenstance (mistakenly using carbonated water when flat was originally called for) or trial and error. In some ways, though, this is more instructive - with Adrià off-site or just off-screen, we see pecking orders on the one hand and comradeship on the other. Some on the staff are relatively new, so there is talk of "what Ferran will think".

Full review at EFC.

Sons of Perdition

* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 2 May 2011 in Somerville Theatre #4 (IFFBoston 2011)

Most of the time, when the modern westerner encounters or hears of polygamy, it's an individual case, and thus he or she thinks about the individual psychology involved. Make it more commonplace, though, and a numbers issue emerges: A potential surplus of young men. In a polygamist community in the American southwest, this excess is cast out (or at least, men who leave are not pursued nearly as much as women), considered "sons of perdition", and the film of the same name is a fascinating look at these exiles' struggles.

The exiles come from the town of Colorado City, Arizona, a town populated by Fundamentalist Latter Day Saints, a Mormon splinter group under the leader ship of Warren Jeffs. Jeffs - called "The Prophet" - is a second generation cult leader who controls the town absolutely. When girls reach child-bearing age, they are given to the men Jeffs selects; fall out of favor, and your wives and children may be distributed to someone else (and, since you'll no longer need such a big house, you'll likely be ordered to move, as well). Extra boys who are not among the chosen elite are either dropped outside town or allowed to run. Many end up in St. George, Utah. The filmmakers spend most of their time with three: 17-year-old Sam, his 15-year-old cousin Bruce, and 17-year old Joe.

Generally speaking, documentaries come in two main flavors - fly-on-the-wall and interview/archive-driven. Directors Tyler Measom and Jennilyn Merten mostly favor the former, following the boys around as they experience and try to find a place in the outside world. There are basic bits of information to fill the audience in on, though, and it's delivered in a couple of interesting ways. We get an idea of what sort of indoctrination the members of the FLDS receive by listening to clips of Jeffs, and it's remarkably, unnervingly seductive - the delivery is clear and simple with consistent logic that almost makes sense from a certain starting position; it does a good job of short-circuiting any contempt the audience might feel for the majority of the FLDSers. Outside of that, the information seldom seems spoon-fed; only a former FLDS social worker really seems to be a straightforward interview. The rest come from the boys and the people they meet, the information seeming to come out as asides as the subjects go about their business.

Full review at EFC.

Monday, May 30, 2011

IFFBoston 2011 Day #5: The City Dark, Circumstances, Littlerock, and Another Earth

You know, you'd like to think film festival crowds would be better than average. They've often paid a premium price (although IFFBoston is quite reasonable; generally less than what the mulitplexes charge and only a couple bucks more than what the host theaters charge, if that) and they're seeking out smaller movies, heck, smaller documentaries. This is the sort of crowd that would be great to share a theater with, right?

And, truth be told, it generally is. But just like you have to watch out for seniors just as much as the more-frequently-maligned teenagers in the multiplex, there are a few bad apples in the festival crowd. For example, before The City Dark, the festival staffer who introduced the film pointed out that it would be a terrible, absurd irony if people were checking their flashlight-like smartphones during the movie about light pollution. That kept the things sheathed throughout most of the movie, but about two-thirds the way through, yep, someone gets out their iPhone and starts checking their email.

Now, it's been roughly a month since that date, so I don't remember whether the person who did this was male or female. But if you did this, and you're reading this, you have my disdain. Seriously, not only is this basic theater etiquette, but the festival's title reel specifically says "no talking / no texting / no tweeting", and the audience was told in no specific terms not to take out their phones. What the heck were you doing that was so important that you had to ignore all those warnings, but apparently not urgent enough for you to get out of your seat?

Arrgh. Not the way I want to think of IFFBoston, but... really?

Anyway, before getting to the requisite awful photography and then the reviews, I'm a little disappointed that we only got the director of Another Earth, as opposed to co-writer/lead actress Brit Marling. I would have loved to hear them talk about how they collaborated.

Plus, upon seeing that there's also a sci-fi bent to the other movie that Ms. Marling co-wrote and co-starred in which played Sundance this year and also got picked up by Fox Searchlight (Sound of My Voice), I'm curious to see if this is a particular area of interest to her or whether these are just the stories she was working with that happened to get picked up. Because if it's the former, well, I don't want to encourage the "ohmygod, pretty girl who likes geek stuff" crowd, but she could probably make it work for her, especially if she gets herself involved with a more high-profile genre project.

Anyway... Horrible photography!

"The City Dark" director Ian Cheney
Ian Cheney, director of The City Dark. I'm not going to say I felt any special kinship with him, but I too grew up in a small town in Maine, loved astronomy when I was little, and miss the stars living in the city.

"Another Earth" director Mike Cahill
Mike Cahill, writer/director/cinematographer/editor/producer of Another Earth, ready, willing, and obviously able to answer any sort of question the audience might have about the making of this movie, but extremely enthusiastic to do so; he seemed over the moon about getting distribution from a major studio, although quite worried about his moving coming out the same day as Captain America.

The City Dark

* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 1 May 2011 in Somerville Theatre #3 (IFFBoston 2011)

Every few weeks, Space.com will mention a meteor shower or comet, and I'll stay up late and eagerly make my way out to my back porch before remembering that I live right across the river from Boston, and the city lights more or less blot out the sky. I accept this as part of the trade-off for all the great things that the city brings close to me, and know I will get the stars back the next time I spend the night with my family up in Maine. Maybe I shouldn't take that for granted, though - as The City Dark informatively and entertainingly points out, there are bigger issues involved than just my frustrated interest in astronomy.

Why do the stars disappear when you enter the city? Basically, the illumination from streetlights and windows reflects off particulate matter in the atmosphere, creating a diffuse glow from which the stars (whose apparent brightness is in large part a result of contrast with perfectly black surroundings) can't stand out. We all know this in general, but director/host Ian Cheney makes sure to explain it in clear language. That's a particular strength of his and the film's; though the concepts being communicated are not exceptionally complicated, they could be made so. Cheney avoids context-free numbers - at times, specifically, as when he tells the audience that there is a technical way to quantify light pollution but he is just going to use letter grades.

In addition to speaking in layman's terms, The City Dark is broken up into sensible chapters which are each interesting in their own right. After showing how artificial lighting makes the stars harder to see, "Islands of Dark" introduces us to a community of enthusiastic stargazers who have banded together to create a community in Portal, Arizona, with strict controls on light pollution. There are segments on how artificial lighting and urbanization is throwing the natural world off, and not just with animals; straying too far from the day/night cycle seems to be harmful to human beings as well. The effect is not like an anthology film - the segments flow into each other naturally and build upon what we've previously learned - but it keeps the various topics from competing with each other for the audience's attention.

Full review at EFC.

Circumstance

* * * * (out of four)
Seen 1 May 2011 in Somerville Theatre #3 (IFFBoston 2011)

Circumstance is sneaky. It starts out as a simple tale of teenage idealism and perhaps forbidden love, and that thread certainly continues throughout the entire film. The clever thing that writer/director Maryam Keshavarz does is to show a repressive society not just as an exterior threat, but a cage its prisoners have a part in constructing.

Atafeh (Nikohl Boosheri) and Shireen (Sarah Kazemy) have been best friends their entire life, and as teenagers, they're becoming lovers as well. Of course, they've got to be careful; modern-day Iran is not a place where such relationships are smiled upon, especially with Shireen living with her uncle because her dissident parents died in prison. Still, Atafeh knows all the places where they can dance, smoke, and listen to rock & roll; her wealthy parents (Soheil Parsa & Nasrin Pakkho) tend to look the other way. Still, they're well-aware that this can go too far; Atafeh's brother Mehran (Reza Sixo Safai) has just returned from rehab. Like many recovering addicts, he has turned to God, and his God is strict.

Keshavarz develops the two halves of the story in parallel, and it's interesting to see how they compare. "Ati" and Shireen act with the enthusiastic abandon of youth; they're often careless and Atafeh, especially, has more confidence than is perhaps warrented. Their idea of freedom and rebellion is mild, occasionally funny in its naivete. It's an attitude that perhaps father Firouz and mother Azar are not doing enough to temper; though basically liberal, they've been isolated enough to not have to worry. Meanwhile, Mehran is spending more time at the mosque and feeling like he doesn't fit in among his family. We meet him as he is humbled in both senses of the word, and those two emotions feed on each other. It's interesting that the main characters don't really do a lot for the first half of the movie or so, but there's still something engrossing about it as the bulk of the characters stand still while Mehran moves inexorably toward the lure of fundamentalism. The two threads occasionally tie together, creating moments of tension that increase every time.

Full review at EFC.

Littlerock

* * * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 1 May 2011 in Somerville Theatre #3 (IFFBoston 2011)

I wonder and worry a bit about how Littlerock will play outside the festival circuit. It's a wonderful little film, but it would be easy for a well-meaning distributor to drastically change the experience. Of course, I'm also kind of curious as to what it might be like to see it after that Japanese language class I've been meaning to take - or hear how it plays in Japan, with the subtitling situation reversed.

Littlerock, California, is basically a wide spot in the road; Rintaro Sakamoto (Rintaro Sawamoto) and his sister Atsuko (Atsuko Okatsuka) wind up there after their rental car breaks down, with the next bus to San Francisco a couple days away. There's a party going on in the next room, and that's where they meet Cory Lawler (Cory Zacharia), a local with dreams of being a model. He's quickly infatuated with Atsuko, despite the fact that they need her brother to translate for them. When the bus comes, Atusko tells Rintaro that she wants to stay, crashing inn Cory's father's spare bedroom and helping out at the family business - and being rather more interested in Jordan (Brett Tinnes) than Cory - until Rintaro returns so that they can make the last leg of their trip before going home together.

Subtitles are generally a part of the movie-watching experience that most don't give a lot of thought to, other than their blanket presence or absence, but co-writer/director Mike Ott deploys them very carefully here; with few exceptions, they only appear when Atsuko and Rintaro are talking to each other or Atsuko is writing a letter to her father - that is, when her words are going to be understood. When Atsuko is with Cory or Jordan, what she says is left untranslated. The height of this is during a scene behind the Lawler burrito shop, when Atsuko, Cory, and cook Francisco (Roberto Sanchez) are each speaking a different language. And yet, the scene isn't confusing at all - though we may not understand two-thirds of the words used, we get the gist of what Atsuko and Francisco are saying through tone and body language, and more importantly, we get that they can follow each other, even though Cory seems almost willfully obtuse.

Full review at EFC.

Another Earth

* * ½ (out of four)
Seen 1 May 2011 in Somerville Theatre #1 (IFFBoston 2011)

I'm not sure which part of Another Earth annoys me more - the terrible science or the weird relationship that develops over the course of the film. Though stranger things than the latter have happened in real life, it still seems to fly in the face of common sense almost as much as an Earth-sized planet suddenly appearing in the night sky without severe tidal effects. And yet, large chunks of the movie work anyway; as unlikely as the main story is, the two leads sell it amazingly well.

Rhoda Williams (Brit Marling) was a young woman with a lot going for her - including a full ride scholarship to study physics - until she gets in an accident while driving drunk one night. She serves out her sentence for vehicular manslaughter without a fuss, taking a job cleaning her old high school upon release despite being qualified for much more. Soon, though, she's going to the house of John Burroughs (William Mapother), the man whose wife and child she killed, representing herself as a cleaner whose firm is offering one free appointment. She returns for many more, helping draw Burroughs out of the pit he's dug himself into and growing much closer while also considering another possibility - an eccentric billionaire is mounting an expedition to the carbon copy of Earth that has just appeared from behind the sun, and wants at least one of the members to be an ordinary person.

That last bit seems like a heck of a big thing to drop in there, doesn't it? In the Q&A after the film, director and co-writer (with Marling) Mike Cahill said that the second Earth was one of the first elements they came up with, but up until the final scene, it feels extraneous: Rhoda's previous interest in science doesn't come into play (either in terms of being re-awakened or being crucial to understanding the planet's odd orbit), and few if any hints are dropped to suggest that it may be a fantasy or coping mechanism on her part. Even if one doesn't necessarily feel that it's wasteful to use a big science-fictional idea to tell a small story - and even if one isn't inclined to call shenanigans at the absurd physics of the thing - it's a distracting subplot for the bulk of the film.

Full review at EFC.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

IFFBoston 2011 Day #4: Shorts, We Still Live Here, Windfall, The Future, Bellflower, and Stake Land

It makes sense that the long day is going to take a long time to write up, doesn't it? It's mildly amusing that the delay in getting this post done because there were things I saw in theaters and wanted to recommend before they left means that I may very well wind up scrambling and reviewing films/days out of order because the release of one of the movies I saw on Monday (day #6) that seemed comfortably far away is now coming right up.

Anyway, this was a long day that started late; the walk home from The Catechism Cataclysm the night before wasn't as bad as I remembered it from a couple years ago (and, wonder of wonders, there was actually a pizza place open when I went through Harvard Square! That serves really good pizza, even when closing at 2am!), but it did get me home at around half-past two, so after reading comics because the walking had my blood flowing too much for immediate sleep, it was something like 3:30am before I finally dropped. Apparently I got 15 minutes too much sleep, because I arrived at the Somerville Theatre too late for Convento at noon. The narrative shorts were scheduled to start at 12:15, and were a pretty good group, so I didn't feel too shortchanged.

(Especially after I read the program and read that it wasn't actually about monks installing robotics in dead animals to make them move again, but just a group of artists living in an abandoned monastery doing such things. A minor distinction, it may seem, but the monks would have made it much cooler, though Ned told me that it was, in fact, excellent anyway.)

I spent a bit of time talking with Ned between shows at the Brattle, where I spent much of the afternoon and evening watching a couple of interesting documentaries and one rather dire feature that we'll get to later. The docs were the science-for-the-socially-conscious ones that attract me and the folks with a vested interest, but are well worth the time for the curious. Both were full of good information. Both were short, which made time for long Q&As with filmmakers and experts.

(Aside: The other day, I saw a preview for a documentary on local people fighting coal mining which prominently featured images of windmills during the "there are alternatives! segment. Yeah, that's not a perfect solution.)

That left me there for The Future, a decision I regretted almost immediately. It was one of the two Chlotrudis presentations that day, and I skipped out on Trigger because, no matter how nice the recently-passed co-star had been to the group in the past, there was no way I was seeing a movie about "two grunge queens reuniting for one last show" if she wasn't my personal friend. Maybe it is as great as people have been saying, but... no. I should have said the same to The Future, which actually is more than a bunch of forced quirk trying to convince the audience of its significance, but that element is so far toward the forefront as to be suffocating.

I didn't realize it until after writing the reviews, but it's actually got a lot in common with Bellflower; both are movies that use fantastical tropes to dramatize the end-of-the-world feeling of a break-up. The thing is, Bellflower actually has characters with actual human emotions and reactions. I hated the people in The Future even when they were doing good things, but hoped for the best for the characters in Bellflower even when they were spiralling out of control. That one offered up cars shooting flames forty feet in the other air and the other offered up deliberately ridiculous dance was just the icing on the cake.

Sadly, I didn't get to see the car that shot the flames - though director Evan Glodell had "Mother Medusa" with him, it was going to take a while for it to warm up enough to shoot fire, and sticking around for the Bellflower Q&A meant getting into Stake Land was actually kind of a close thing - I honestly didn't even go out to the lobby; I just went straight from Theater #3 to #5 and found myself a seat pretty close to the extreme front.

As you can see, being up close didn't help with the photography when Jim Mickle came out to do a Q&A for Stake Land. Unless you've got a real camera with an eye-searing flash, you're just not going to get good pictures in those rooms. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Cast & Crew of "We Still Live Here"
Filmmakers and subjects of We Still Live Here: Âs Nutayuneân. The little girl is Jesse Littledoe Baird's daughter, being raised bilingual as the first native speaker of Wampanoag in over a century.

"Windfall" Q&A
Filmmakers and experts for Windfall. An interesting movie and a spirited Q&A. I always find it amusing that activists in the audience always ask the filmmakers if they plan to make a sequel about this thing that got shorts shrift in the documentary; I strongly suspect that most documentarians would rather focus on anything else next after spending 5+ years immersed in one subject.

"Stake Land"'s Jim Mickle
Mickle's a nice guy, staying to answer questions until around 2am and talking about making the movie (it's good to find a guy with a train!). Stake Land opens at the Brattle on June 17th and hits video about a month later.

Shorts 3: Narratives

Seen 30 April 2011 in Somerville Theatre #2 (IFFBoston 2011)

This is a pretty solid selection of short films, with no particular theme to them beyond maybe something about victimization. And improper urination, although that only lasted through the first three or so. Still, once you get to that third, you do start to wonder if the festival programmers are having a bit of a laugh at this. Anyway, I thought the group peaked with the first movie, although it was other things that won the awards.

"Deeper Than Yesterday" - This one was my favorite, putting us inside a Russian submarine that has clearly been out to sea longer than is particularly healthy for its crew's sanity. Director NAME gives us a strong feeling of walls closing in, with even the main character who tends to break fights up starting to lose it, before something strange happens. At that point, we're in the characters' heads enough that it's not hard to start thinking that there wouldn't be much actual harm in exploiting the situation. It's a nifty, well-polished story that avoids melodrama despite its somewhat bizarre plot device.

"Boy" - A fairly simple rite-of-passage story, as a young boy spending the day with his farmer dad spends a lot of time practicing shooting but finds the real thing to be a bit different. Nice-looking and straightforward.

"Baby" - A woman intervenes in a mugging, only to have the perpetrator start following her onto the bus. It's not a bad little story about intimidation, shifts in the balance of power, and how the application of the ability to do harm to others must be managed extremely carefully. My biggest complaint here is less about the film than the "short package" format; the last twist in this one deserves a little bit of time to sink in, which a quick jump to the next short doesn't get you.

"The Strange Ones" - That next one is a prize-winner, and another one that trades on an ambiguous ending that merits some mulling time. In it, a young man and a boy run out of gas and start walking, stopping at an isolated motel. The young woman watching the place tries to help, but something the angry kid says makes her very unsure what to do next. It's pretty good for a movie that builds not to a climax but a question mark.

"Fracture" - Believe it or not, this French short was close to the only thing at the festival that I saw on film. In it, a man on vacation with his wife and daughter starts to feel his irritation at the life he finds himself in grow. It's a slow build, believably portrayed, which does a surprisingly good job at keeping the ending from feeling like it comes out of nowhere.

We Still Live Here: Âs Nutayuneân

* * * (out of four)
Seen 30 April 2011 at the Brattle Theatre (IFFBoston 2011)

A few years ago, one of the documentaries that played IFFBoston (on, I believe, the same screen at roughly the same time) was a film by the name of The Linguists, about linguists seeking out dying languages before they disappeared forever. This time around, we look at whether these languages must necessarily remain dead, or whether they can be revived.

The language in question is Wampanoag (wom-pah-nog), spoken by the peoples of the same name in what is now Massachusetts. The last native speaker died over a hundred years ago, but one night Jesse Littledoe Baird, a Mashpee Wampanoag, has a dream about her people returning, and she is later inspired to study and learn more about the language. She is soon studying linguistics at MIT, alongside Ken Hale, a much-respected linguist whom she had previously snapped at when he came to the island to offer his assistance. They wind up developing mutual respect and friendship, though, and find that Jesse's quest is far from a lost cause, as there are written records and similar languages to draw from.

Comparative linguistics is probably not the sexiest of the soft sciences; it relies on minutia and specialized notation, and unlike the subjects of The Linguists, Baird isn't goiing to far-flung locations. Filmmaker Anne Makepeace assists Baird and linguist Norrin Richards in explaining the theory and the practice of reconstructing a language (Hale, sadly, passed away before filming), and they prove to be fine teachers. We see some of the more academic, theoretical work, but also get clear explanations of how Biard would use what data is available to piece together what the Wampanoag word for something would be.

Full review at EFC.

Windfall

* * * (out of four)
Seen 30 April 2011 at the Brattle Theatre (IFFBoston 2011)

Windfall was not quite the movie I expected to see. The usual narrative about wind power here in Eastern Massachusetts involves liberals who support green energy until it threatens to become a part of their expensive sea views, and though the movie seems to start from this perspective, it soon shows that wind turbines are becoming big business, with all the unsavoriness that can entail.

The film focuses on the town of Meredith, New York. It's a scenic place, although like many farming communities, it has seen more prosperous days. It does, however, feature strong and regular wind. An Irish power company, Airtricity, expresses interest in building some turbines there. One of the first people they make an offer to is Frank Bachler, a beef farmer who also serves as town supervisor, and who at least initially doesn't think it's a big deal until he mentions it to neighbor Ken Jaffee over coffee. Jaffe, a retired physician, isn't nearly so sanguine about this, and soon there are meetings being held, and an angry debate pitting neighbors against each other.

Certainly, a lot of what we see initially comes down to "Not In My Back Yard", but it soon becomes clear that NIMBYism isn't all that's at work. As townspeople and director Laura Israel dig deeper, they discover a number of concerns, both about the effect having these turbines in a community may have on the residents' quality of life and the entangled politics and business of building them. It turns out that there are many reasons to be skeptical about whether the benefits of wind farms outweigh their negative impact in many situations, and that's before getting to what appears to be an inherently corrupt system of private companies making generous offers to town leadership so that they will hopefully grease the way through the system.

Full review at EFC.

The Future

* ½ (out of four)
Seen 30 April 2011 at the Brattle Theatre (IFFBoston 2011)

The Future is kind of amazing, in its annoying little way. It finds the shortest possible path from its characters doing something nice to them being ridiculous and insufferable, and then spends the next hour or so finding ways to make them more aggravating. What's worse, filmmaker Miranda July can't just make a movie about unpleasant people; she has to try and be clever.

Sophie (July) and Jason (Hamish Linklater) have just rescued a stray cat, whom they name "Paw-Paw" and who serves as our narrator. One of the cat's legs is broken, so it will have to stay at the animal shelter for a month. Upon getting home, they realize that this means they're settling down, which scares them, so they decide to quit their jobs (which they don't much like anyway) and spend the next thirty days doing something fulfilling. For Jason, this means going door to door selling trees for an environmental initiative; for Sophie, posting a new dance clip on YouTube every day. They get distracted, though - Jason by a nice but lonely old man who sells him a hairdryer on craigslist (Joe Putterlik) and Sophie by Marshall (David Warshofsky), who is on the other end of a phone number she stumbles upon.

I'm sure many couples have the idiotic conversation that sets this movie into action at some point or another, but even the ones without the self-awareness to realize how spoiled they sound will recognize that their grand plan doesn't actually make any sense. Not Sophie and Jason, though - they go an do things like canceling their internet access for no reason other than forcing an issue in their movie's contrived plot (Sophie needs to feel properly isolated and lonely as she does her ridiculous dance thing). Even if you grade on a curve for the movie being full of off-beat, exaggerated characters, nothing that these people do has a good reason behind it.

Full review at EFC.

Bellflower

* * * (out of four)
Seen 30 April 2011 in Somerville Theatre #3 (IFFBoston 2011)

The end of a relationship can certainly seem like the end of the world, and while Bellflower is not explicitly post-apocalyptic, it takes a number of its cues from that direction. It's not the first love story to do so, but it does an impressive job of hammering its particular point home: It may be easier to deal with the whole world falling apart than the end of things with that one other person.

Woodrow (Evan Glodell) and Milly (Jessie Wiseman) don't really meet cute, unless you count competing against each other in an insect-eating contest at the Mad Dog bar cute. They hit it off, though, and after a first date that involves driving from California to Texas for the worst diner food Woodrow has ever seen - which best friends Aiden (Tyler Dawson) and Courtney (Rebekah Brandes) don't find hugely out of character, although it seems to annoy Milly's roommate Mike (Vincent Grashaw) - things seem to be going pretty well. The thing is, when the people in a relationship either build flamethrowers in their copious spare time or have a long history of self-destructive behavior, two thing can happen: Either they'll be a perfect match, or the end and fallout will be ugly. Maybe too ugly to make things right.

Bellflower makes a series of big-time right turns in the middle, and while they don't completely come out of nowhere, their suddenness is as much a punch in the gut as it is fitting. The first half of the movie is a wild love story, full of impulses and grand gestures, but genuine enough to get the audience genuinely invested in Woodrow and Milly. Glodell and Wiseman have quick and excellent chemistry, and the characters complement each other well; even the audience that isn't big on matching tattoos, modifying a car to dispense whiskey from its dashboard, or looking for trouble can appreciate the happy effect these two have on each other.

Full review at EFC.

Stake Land

* * * (out of four)
Seen 30 April 2011 in Somerville Theatre #5 (IFFBoston 2011)

Jim Mickle's first feature (also with co-writer/star Nick Damici), Mulberry Street, was as low-budget and do-it-yourself as you're going to see, and pretty impressive even when not grading on that sort of curve. Stake Land doesn't quite represent a move up to the big leagues for Mickle, but offers a pretty strong case that he deserves to be there sooner rather than later.

There's a zombie/vampire virus going around, spreading fast and far enough that American society has more or less collapsed. On a micro level, that means Martin (Connor Paolo) watching his family get wiped out, surviving mainly because of the timely appearance of "Mister" (Nick Damici), who is just a vampire-slaying machine. He takes Martin along with him, training him to fight the infected. They're on the road to New Eden, up in Canada, but vampires aren't the only monsters they'll have to face along the way: Jebedia Loven (Michael Cerveris) is a doomsday preacher reveling in doomsday actually coming. Mister's and Martin's path will take them through Loven's territory, picking up new companions along the way - a pregnant girl (Danielle Harris), a good-hearted nun (Kelly McGillis), and a disgruntled veteran (Sean Nelson).

Just as Mulberry Street was basically a zombie siege movie with some interesting details, Stake Land is a post-apocalyptic road movie that's a little bit more clever than the vast majority with the same template. At some points, a lot more clever - like an actual virus, the vampire plague mutates and has different symptoms, and rest assured, when the narration mentions people loading vampires onto helicopters and then dropping them on enemies like bombs, you will get to see it and it is pretty darn cool. Mickle and Damici have a nice handle on using the structure of the road and horror movies to switch between focusing on Martin and Mister alone as well as add other perspectives on the world they now live in; they also do an unusually good job of working characters back in when they might usually be left behind.

Full review at EFC.

Sunday, May 08, 2011

IFFBoston 2011 Night #3: Green, Submarine, and The Catechism Cataclysm

I had the uncharitable thought, toward the beginning of Green, of hoping that this was one of those movies where one of the people in the opening scene gets killed, not just for the reason of that meaning there would be less of them, but because it would at least give the rest something to complain about. And, hey, if one of them had actually murdered the other, then we've got a story.

Fortunately, Green, at least, makes itself into something fairly interesting quickly enough, but the other movies in the festival that gave me the same sort of first aggravated impression (Submarine and The Future) didn't have the the same ability to redeem themselves. It's an odd thing - as I've grown older and more aware of how fortunate I am, I've made attempts to not complain about minor things. I inevitably backslide, but my annoyance with movie characters who do so only accumulates.

Which makes a nice segue into my annoyance with the festival schedule this year, I guess. I love the folks at IFFBoston, but as soon as it came out, my first impression was "man, that's a lot of documentaries, specifically performer-related docs." I don't blame festival programmers for loading up on those - from a purely pragmatic point of view, they bring their own audience who might be convinced to stick around for the rest of the festival; from a personal perspective, folks who are drawn to the arts enough to run (and attend) a film festival are going to be drawn to films about artists and performers.

Still, that leads scheduling dilemmas like Friday night, when I look at the schedule for the 9-10pm slot, realize that while I may get to the Brattle in time to see The Troll Hunter, I likely wouldn't be able to get back to Somerville in time for The Catechism Cataclysm (even not knowing until later that Troll Hunter would start late). At that point, my thought process is basically "documentary about a musician I don't care about (Last Days Here), documentary about a musician I don't care about (Cure for Pain: The Mark Sandman Story), documentary about a skateboarder I don't care about (Dragonslayer), so, Submarine it is, even if the program does compare it to Rushmore". Followed by "wait, I liked Rushmore; have Wes Anderson's crappy later movies really soured me retroactively on his earlier ones?"

Maybe I would have been better off going to The Troll Hunter anyway, but then I would have missed The Catechism Cataclysm, which isn't perfect by a long shot, but has its moments. And I have to admit, I found myself mentally marking it up a notch when director Todd Rohal mentioned that some of the stuff from the end was lifted pretty directly from Funky Forest: The First Contact, and I love me some Funky Forest.

And now, the terrible photography and reviews:

Sheil, Levine, Takal
Green's Kate Lyn Shiel, Lawrence Michael Levine, and Sophia Takal

Sophia Takal
Green's Sophia Takal. I've spent a lot of time in movie theaters as both a customer and an employee, and I don't think I'd even consider going barefoot in one. Although, granted, I don't like going barefoot for the ten feet between my bedroom and bathroom in the morning.

Todd Rohal
The Catechism Cataclysm's Todd Rohal

Green

* * * (out of four)
Seen 29 April 2011 in Somerville Theatre #2 (IFFBoston 2011)

Ignore the first scene of this movie; it sets a tone and a theme that winds up being a relatively minor part of what follows. The remaining hour or so turns into something much more interesting than the conversational one-upmanship that starts Green, and while uneven, it's at least an interesting and focused look at something that can be a cliché.

Sebastian (Lawrence Michael Levine) and Genevieve (Kate Lyn Sheil) have been together for four years before they rent a house in Virginia. The idea is that Sebastian will make an attempt at farming and blog about it, and since they are New Yorkers rather than people used to living off the land, hilarity will ensue. On their first morning in the rented house, they find Robin (Sophia Takal) passed out on the front lawn; the owner of the place keeps a spare set of keys there for her. After that, Robin's always around, which isn't so bad at first - she's friendly, and while not part of the sophisticated crowd from back home, Genny finds it nice to have someone to hang around with, what with all the time on her hands. At least, until one day at the swimming hole, when it seems like everyone's getting a little close.

Green takes a major turn there, and having come into the film cold, I'm a little loath to say exactly what the change is, although it is almost impossible to discuss the film's merits and faults without doing so. At first, the change in tone seems like a fatal flaw in the film; it's sudden, unmotivated, and irrational, and when it appears as an incidental occurrence in a movie, the filmmakers usually deserve every bit of ripping they get for it. Here, writer/director/editor Takal doesn't explain causes, basically just inviting us to look at the two halves of the film, compare them, and consider whether or not we engage in this sort of ridiculous destructive behavior.

Full review at EFC.

Submarine

* * ½ (out of four)
Seen 29 April 2011 in Somerville Theatre #5 (IFFBoston 2011)

Watching Submarine, I wondered about director Richard Ayoade's youth, speculating that he'd spent his time in the cinema, watching French movies rather than hanging out with other kids. There's an argument to be made that one is better off that way, at least until trying to make a movie about a teenager and winding up with a bunch of characters who only barely seem human, even once the thick crust of quirk is pulled back.

The teen is Oliver Tate (Craig Roberts); he's a smart but self-aware boy who decides he wants Jordana (Yasmin Paige) to be his girlfriend and sets out to make it happen. Since she's just as off-kilter and self-designed as he is, it does, albeit in a formal, self-examined way. There are some things at home which distract Oliver from Jordana, though - his new neighbor Graham (Paddy Considine) is not just a flashy self-help guru but his mother Jill's ex-boyfriend. Oliver is terribly worried that Graham will steal Jill (Sally Hawkins) away from father Lloyd (Noah Taylor), a rather bland marine biologist, so he starts planning.

Oliver is one of those movie kids who not only gives everything he does a lot of thought, but gives those things the same sort of thought as an adult screenwriter. So of course he narrates the film, peppering it with little comments that are meant to sound adult and sophisticated in his head while revealing his actual immaturity to the audience. Unfortunately, the line between "precocious but misguided" and "annoying little snot" can be a fine one, especially when the adult characters aren't particularly nuanced, and Oliver winds up on the obnoxious side on a rather consistent basis. Part of his deal is spying on his parents, and bits about "routine searches" of their bedroom start out kind of funny in their matter-of-fact delivery, but eventually Ayoade can't get the right contrast, and a sequence involving Jordana's dog later in the movie is just utterly misguided.

Full review at EFC.

The Catechism Cataclysm

* * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 29 April 2011 in Somerville Theatre #3 (IFFBoston 2011)

There are two distinct types of strange at play in The Catechism Cataclysm - a weird character in a somewhat conventional situation and parts that are just plain bizarre. Some in the audience aren't going to be down for the whole package, but there's enough of each sort of oddity to satisfy most anyone willing to pick the movie up of a shelf.

Father William Smoortser (Steve Little) is a Catholic priest, but not a very good one. His parables are more like bad jokes than biblical illustrations, and he spends a lot of time on the diocese's computer watching YouTube videos. His superior (Wally Dalton) suggests he take a few days off to reassess his relationship with God, which he opts to do by going on a canoe trip with Robbie Shoemaker (Robert Longstreet), the brother of his high school girlfriend. Robbie's music inspired William as a teen, but he's been a little less successful as a musician than William imagined. Still, they head out on that trip, only to get lost with a pair of Japanese girls calling themselves "Tom Sawyer" (Miki Ann Maddox) and "Huckleberry Finn" (Koko Lanham) and their guide "Jim" (Rico).

Steve Little's Father William is a difficult character, to put it one way. There is, perhaps, an interesting drama to be made about this guy or someone like him - a socially stunted outcast who finds himself drawn to the Church's unconditional acceptance, but not really bright enough or good enough with people to do the job despite the utter sincerity of his belief in God and desire to help. Little actually does an impressive job acting the part; we're given little exposition, but Little makes it possible to infer the guy's whole story. Similarly, Longstreet builds his working class opposite number just as solidly; he's the film's straight man, but one whose confusion is real and tempered with curiosity.

Full review at EFC.

Wednesday, May 04, 2011

IFFBoston 2011 Night #2: The Bengali Detective and On the Ice

Not a whole lot to say about this day - both shows were on screen #2 at the Somerville, which is not my favorite; there's zero leg room, an aisle right up the middle, and as you can see from the picture below, it's not the best for Q&A type situations, although my phone's camera doesn't help.

It was however, a pretty good day for eating. With coupons to use up, I picked up a chocolate banana cream pie at Petsi Pies before working from home that day, and was able to do the quick running in and out of Boston Burger Company and scarf down a King burger (bacon, peanut butter, fried bananas) while standing in line between films. Let me tell you, I got me some potassium that day.

So, anyway, one movie that didn't quite live up to its potential, one that was surprisingly good. I could say more, but let's just get to the awful photography and reviews:

Andrew Okpeaha MacLean
On the Ice director Andrew Okpeaha MacLean, answering questions about his film and not zapping us with laser eyes.

The Bengali Detective

* * ¼ (out of four)
Seen 28 April 2011 in Somerville Theatre #2 (IFFBoston 2011)

Often, a good documentary will seem like the result of as much good fortune as anything; after all, it's entirely possible to have a compelling topic, an interesting subject to follow around, and a good crew, but that's no guarantee of having a great film come together. Sometimes, a filmmaker will have all that and just be unable to will something fascinating to happen on camera. The Bengali Detective certainly seems to be that sort of movie - a good concept whose great, climactic scene just never materialized.

Rajesh Ji is the Bengali detective of the title, a private investigator who started fifteen years ago with just a pair of cell phones. He now has an office, a half-dozen or so employees, and multiple clients who have him investigate a broad range of cases. His bread and butter is infidelity and stores selling counterfeit products, but his firm has just been engaged by a family that doesn't believe the police are doing enough to investigate a grisly murder. The detectives are a close-knit group, entering a television dance competition together, although Rajesh is showing the strain from other parts of his life - his wife Minnie is seriously ill.

Those last two elements often seem to be at war with each other; this dance thing seems to be taking up a fair amount of time that Rajesh could be spending with his family while he still can. Sure, the audience can't really judge how any man deals with that sort of stress - practicing his dance moves might be just the release Rajesh needs - but most are certainly going to give it a try and find it lacking; we see a man lying to himself and his wife about the seriousness of her health problems. Besides that, the dance competition seems like extra tacked-on quirkiness, comic relief at the expense of the movie's subjects.

Full review at EFC.

On the Ice

* * * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 28 April 2011 in Somerville Theatre #2 (IFFBoston 2011)

Thrillers like On the Ice are traditionally set among shadows and night, with the lines and crags on the actors' faces all the backstory needed to explain how they wound up in such a spot. Of course, you don't get shadows if the sun never sets, so it's entirely appropriate that this film's twisty plot is navigated by a fine young cast.

Qalli (Josiah Patkotak) and Aivaaq (Frank Qutuq Irelan) are best friends in a small Alaska town, but they are on different trajectories. Responsible Qalli is headed to college in the fall, while Aivaaq has just learned that his girlfriend Uvlu (Sierra Jade Sampson) is pregnant. The morning after a party, they're going seal-hunting with their classmate James (John Miller), but Qalli arrives late, to find Aivaaq and James in a serious fight, and before he really knows what is going on, James is dead. The truth doesn't seem to be an option, so they do what they can to misdirect the authorities to make it look like an accident. Of course, no plan is perfect, and something seems off to Qalli's father Egasak (Teddy Kyle Smith), head of the local search & rescue team.

On the Ice is not an extraordinarily complicated movie; writer/director Andrew Okpeaha MacLean and his cast lay out just about everything the audience needs to know about the characters and the situation in the first ten or fifteen minutes. It is, however, the sort where the next complication follows logically and inevitably - not just because the plans are flawed mechanically, but because human nature in both general and specific cases will not be denied. MacLean makes the plot twists interesting in a number of specific, interesting ways - scenes where geography is important are shot clearly, blows to the head produce realistic concussion-like symptoms, and James's girlfriend Michelle (Adamina Kerr) has an interesting role.

Full review at EFC.