Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Castle in the Sky (7.8/10)

Studio Ghibli- Hayao Miyazaki (1986)
Although definitely geared towards a younger audience, the film is animated classic that is incredibly creative and enjoyable to watch. It takes place in what resembles a Anglo Saxon city during some sort of neo industrial revolution, complete with sprawling industrial landscapes and majestic air ships to create a prevailing ‘steam punk’ aesthetic. The story begins with a gang of pirates attacking an air ship and a young girl, Sheeta, falling to the earth. Miraculously the strange crystal she was wearing delivers her safely to the ground. Pazu, a young miner, finds her and they become friends. The crystal’s power quickly attracts the attention of the pirates and the army, who soon give chase to the two heroes. An obvious cat and mouse adventure ensues. As the plot unravels, it is unveiled that the stone is from a lost civilization that existed on a floating city above the clouds. When a powerful robot mysteriously falls from the sky, the military is convinced that the city exists and that Sheeta and the crystal are the clue to finding it. After Sheeta unlocks the crystal’s power, it points the way to the lost city, and soon both the army and the pirates are in a race to reach it first. With the stone in the hands of the army, Sheeta and Pazu travel with the pirates, seeing past their mean exteriors and unveiling their gentler human dimension. Eventually both teams reach ‘Laputa’ the mythical city in the sky, where a high-ranking colonel reveals his sinister intentions of using the cities destructive power for personal gain. Now it is up to Sheeta and Pazu to prevent the city from falling into the hands of colonel and saving the world below.



Animation is an interesting aspect of film that struggles to get the recognition it deserves. It has advantages and disadvantages over traditional film. The advantage is obvious in that there are no creative constraints. Maybe this is why animations are so popular with children, whose imaginations are still unpolluted by rules of logic or principles of general physics. Anything that the director can imagine, they can create. Even the most overhyped Hollywood film, with excessive special effects budgets are constrained by gravity and economics. Special effect teams can easily make a single person fly through the air with cables and a green screen. However, trying to make ten, a hundred, or a thousand people fly in a scene is much more difficult, if not impossible. With animation, it does not matter, since the character and environment on the screen is a drawing or computer model subject to complete control of the animator. With animation, the creative possibilities are limitless.
Conversely, the disadvantage is the limited range of human expression a ‘cartoon’ character can convey. Any respectable actor can say a million things without saying a single word, just by a minor change in their facial expression or body language. On the other hand, an animated character maybe has a few dozen different expressions. Think of the facial expressions of Homer Simpson compared to Jack Nicolson. Think of the ephemeral and subtle details of the human face, dimples, scars, acne, and stubble. All of which would be impossible to capture in a drawing, let alone full-length animated feature. Granted with the advancement of computers, animations have gained ground in the above area, but there is still no competition. This is why it is so difficult to treat animations as films, because they lack the human component. To speak of an animation as a film, to compare Miyazaki in the same league as Fellini or Lynch, it has to create a world so completely removed from the laws of reality. It has to present a level of creativity so high, that the director could never realize with human actors and traditional methods. Castle in the Sky easily meets the above criteria, and is not only a great animation, but is a great film.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Fresh (6.8/10)

Boaz Yakin, 1994.
The film is a cliché 90’s urban ‘hip-hop’ drama with a distinctive twist, the protagonist is a twelve-year-old chess prodigy. Michael, whose nickname is Fresh, is an unassuming drug dealer that lives in a Brooklyn housing project. He lives in two drastically different realities. On the one hand, he is a typical healthy well-adjusted teenager, who spends his days goofing around with his friends, eating chocolate bars, and flirting with girls. On the other hand, he is well-known drug runner revered on the streets for his quick thinking and high intelligence. Sporadically throughout the film, Fresh meets with his father (Samuel L Jackson) for a game of chess in the park. During which he imparts snippets of parental wisdom between bouts of harsh scolding over unwise moves. For a while Fresh seems to manage his two separate lives. However as he gets deeper in the game, they begin to merge, bringing his school friends and family in danger. When his schoolyard crush is accidently murdered, he decides he wants out, devising an intricate plan to free him and his sister from the streets. One that includes sacrificing his friends and double-crossing essentially everyone he knows.
On the surface, the film is not great. It is not even good. The story is stale and uncreative. Most of the characters are incredibly annoying, with the exception of Samuel L Jackson. However, beneath the surface there are signs of intelligence. The idea that a game of chess is a metaphor for life, while simplistic, does give the film hope. Playing chess teaches Fresh to think multiple steps ahead of his opponents, to have redundancy in his plans to be able to adapt to new situations. In the game, the ultimate goal is to kill your opponent’s king, using your pieces as means to achieve your end. In the case of Fresh, the objective is survival for him and his sister, everyone else is just a means. In the case of his father, the game is a symbol of inner struggle, playing both sides of the board in an ongoing game that has lasted more than 20 years. When Fresh visits his father’s trailer, he remarks that he is losing the game against himself, to which he shrugs in acknowledgement. After the visit, Fresh decides to set up a similar game, playing both black and white pieces. In reality, playing both sides seriously would divide the self and likely result in a mental breakdown. However, as a metaphor in a film, it works. At the end of the story, Fresh knocks over his King to symbolize checkmate. He realizes that in this game there are no winners, and that by playing it he has ultimately reduced himself to level of his opponents. The final scene, which unbefitting to the overall atmosphere of the film, is quite beautiful, showing the young man sobbing uncontrollably as he sits down to play a game of chess with his father. While you will likely never see a ‘Criterion’ release of the film, it is a surprisingly intelligent and is definitely a ‘diamond in the rough’.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Incendies (8.6/10)

Denis Villeneuve, 2010.
The film is a rare masterpiece of Canadian cinema. Based on a play by Wajdi Mouawad, about how we can never escape our past and eventually have to account for our actions regardless of how far we try to distance ourselves. At the final bequest of their late mother Nawal, Jeanne and Simon Marwan must deliver two sealed envelopes to their unknown father and brother. Simon dismisses the request as crazy, but Jeanne decides to travel to their mother’s place of birth to find out more about her. There she learns that her Mother was once a beautiful and bright student activist, who transformed into a radical revolutionary, terrorist, and infamous political prisoner before coming to Canada. In parallel with Jeanne’s search, the story recounts Nawal’s life and tells how her family forced her to give up her child for adoption. In desperation, she decides to find her son, taking her through the heart of a religious civil war. The violence she witnesses drives her to join the revolutionaries, who entrust her to assassinate a high profile political leader. After the murder, she spends the next 13 years in a high security prison. Learning about her mother’s past, Jeanne persuades her previously skeptical twin brother to join her quest. Together, and with help from their Lawyer, they delve deeper into the past uncovering dark secrets about their lost brother and mother. Eventually they learn the disturbing truth about their family and in a bizarre twist of fate the final piece of the puzzle brings them back to Montreal.
The film is distinctively Canadian, characteristically Québécois, in the sense that it mixes English (Hollywood) and French (European) influences, a common theme in the country’s history and culture. It combines a high degree of intelligent content common to many French films with a cohesive and entertaining structure found in many American films. As a broad generalization, the latter is primarily entertainment driven, which they do very well, and content is secondary. While in Europe, it seems that the reverse is true. Films that rely too much on the content often lack any entertainment merit, verging on pretentiousness and becoming a bad cliché. Watching a dialogue centering on some philosophical abstraction can be interesting intellectually, but is likely not very entertaining. Entertainment value is extremely important to film. It is what keeps the audience engaged. It makes films fun to watch. It is what generates millions of dollars in revenue and keeps the industry running. Conversely, many films that are extremely entertaining, lack substance. The viewer quickly forgets about the film. It does little to expand their conscience, raise questions, or promote discussion. Very few directors can successfully balance both sides, especially when trying to make an economically viable project.
Incendies’ is one of the rare examples that get the balance right, resulting in an amazing film. It exudes intelligence, taking a stance on the perversity of ideologies, recanting a modern interpretation of a famous Greek tragedy, and exploring the geopolitical climate of the Middle East, all while being incredibly entertaining. It is interesting that all the towns and countries in the story are fictional. Although, the film hints that it takes place in Lebanon at the start of the civil war. The story is applicable to anyone of the countless countries in Central or Southwest Asia that plagued by sectarian conflict over the past fifty years. By not pegging the film to a specific place or event in history, it makes a broader philosophical statement about the dangers of ideologies and continued senseless violence associated with them.

Speaking to the entertainment merit of the film, at no point in the story is the viewer ever disengaged or disinterested. The discomforting nature of the subject matter coupled with the disturbing images from the civil war keeps the audience captivated and eyes glued to the screen. Besides the content, the scenes constantly jump between suburban Montreal, rural Lebanon, and various other unnamed locations throughout the Middle East, recanting moments from the mother’s past and the children’s present. This sensory juxtaposition of revolving landscapes at different points in time helps further engage the audience and create a well-paced narrative. The director also uses music, notably Radio Head’s song ‘You and Whose Army?’, to help build tension at key moments throughout the film. The melodramatic song progressively builds to a breaking point that fits the emotion of the film perfectly. It is undoubtedly one of the best pairing of popular music and cinema, although the song would work well in almost any film. These elements, the combination of intelligent content, spectacle and entertainment, are what make ‘Incendies’ such an incredible and arguably the best Canadian film ever made.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

The Wild One (7.2/10)

László Benedek, 1953.
The film is an icon of popular culture. Johnny Strabler (Marlon Brando) is the leader of the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club (BRMC), an outlaw biker gang. When one of their members is hurt in an accident riding through a sleepy California town, the gang decides to stay until he heals. Immediately, they start intimidating the town’s inhabitants and usurp the local bar as their head quarters. In a typical Hollywood fashion, Johnny starts to fall for Kathie (Mary Murphy) the girl who works at the café adjoining the bar. Unable to resist his rebel charm they become a couple, in the platonic 1950’s sense of the word. Meanwhile, the Beetles, a rival gang led by Chino (Lee Marvin) rides into town. While there is tension at first over a previous spat, resulting in Johnny knocking Chino off his bike. The two groups, not withstanding some palpable animosity, seem to get along and band together after the police arrest Chino for disturbing the peace. Soon the films focus shifts to the local residents who growing tired of the disorder and frustrated with the flaccidity of the local police turn to vigilantism. Finding Johnny alone one night, they intend to kill him. In the pursuing chase, Johnny loses control of his motorcycle and unintentionally hits an elderly bystander. Now facing a murder charge, it is up to Kathie to prove his innocence.

From a popular culture perspective, the films significance is undeniable. Black leather jackets, dark washed jeans, and motorcycles are still symbolic icons of ‘cool’. There is even a rumor that ‘The Beetles’, the most popular music group of the century are named after the rival gang and a popular modern American blues rock band credit their namesake to the film. From a cinematic perspective, there is not much to the film. The plot is timid and predictable. The acting, with the minor exception of Brando and Marvin, is lukewarm. However, the subtle cultural differences are what make the film interesting. For example, the BRMC all love listening to jazz, which is interesting because It is difficult to associate jazz with motorcycle gangs. Stereotypically one thinks of outlaw bikers listening to heavy metal or similar high intensity music coupled with violent lyrics. Conversely, jazz is associated with a high level of musical erudition, requiring a refined ear to understand the order and complexity behind the chaos. However, at that time there was no Rock and Roll. Elvis Presley only walked in to Sun Studios to record his first single in August of that year (1953). There was only the blues, which although would later evolve into rock, lacked the energy essential to fuel teenage angst. Conversely, Jazz had the required intensity and tempo to match the teenage libido. It was unruly and unpredictable, essentially a perfect soundtrack for misguided and rebellious youth. The resulting images of rowdy outlaw bikers wearing black leather jackets drinking beer and dancing to avant-garde jazz make the film so unique and interesting to watch. Besides the music, being able to understand the countless cultural references associated with the film, make it worthwhile to watch.

Monday, January 9, 2012

Bad Day at Black Rock 7.5/10


John Sturges, 1955.
The film is an interesting hybrid film noir about a stranger who comes to a lawless frontier town to discover a dark secret among the locals. It starts with the protagonist, John Macreedy (Spencer Tracey) a one armed veteran dressed in a black suit, getting off a train in a small sleepy town somewhere in the southern USA. His intentions are unknown, and immediately the locals become suspicious. Curiosity quickly turns to xenophobia, and the locals make it clear that he is not welcome. It becomes evident that Macreedy is looking for a man named Komoko, a Japanese American farmer who moved there just before Pearl Harbor. According to the locals, the government sent Komoko to an internment camp and never returned. Eventually Macgreedy discovers that the town’s men murdered Komoko in a ploy fuelled by patriotic hysteria at the onset of the war to steal his land. Given that essentially the entire town in involved with the murder, they intend to keep it a secret by killing the nosey one armed man. Being vastly outnumbered, Macgreedy's only option is to play on the conscious of the locals to enlist their assistance in helping him escape. Adding to the suspense of the plot, is that he has to fight off his assailants with only one arm adding a creative and fun twist to the film.


What is interesting about the film is that it has common elements from both western and film noir genre. Sturges obviously borrowed the suspense, plot, and style of the film from the latter. The black suit, the dark secret, the unresolved murder, the fedora are all classic elements of the stylish crime dramas. This classic uniform is in contrast against the clear blue desert sky and dusty pale hues the town throughout the film constantly reminding the viewer of the genres’ influence. However, there are many elements from the Wild West mixed in, which is not surprising given the directors history of westerns (Gunfight at the O.K. Corral, The Magnificent Seven). Symbols characteristic to the genre, including a drunken powerless sheriff and a local strong man who decides what is right and wrong are present in the film. That is the whole point of Westerns, that they are primitive. These societies do not define morality by laws or creed but by whoever is quickest with the gun. One cannot depend on the government to always protect and coddle them. They have to fend for themselves, by any means necessary. It is very American. It is why John Wayne is such a potent and everlasting symbol of American culture. This combination of the two greatest genres in American Cinema make the film such a great classic to watch.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Sunset Boulevard (8.3/10)

Billy Wilder, 1950

The Hollywood classic is a fantastic physiological film noir that explores the twisted ego filled and delusional lives of movie stars. Joe Gillis (William Holden) the films protagonist is an unsuccessful screenwriter on the run from debt collectors. Looking for a place to hide his car, he comes across a seemingly abandoned old mansion. It turns out that the house belongs to Norma Desmond (Gloria Swanson), a once famous silent movie star from a bygone era in Hollywood. Hearing of Joe’s money problems, Norma offers him a job editing her script, which he grudgingly accepts to help pay off his debts. It is not long until Norma takes a romantic liking to Joe, and immerses him in the weird and sad world of Hollywood’s elite. A world of excessive ego worship, complete with an endless supply of champagne and bizarre rituals such as extravagant funerals for deceased pet chimpanzees. Unfortunately for Norma, the attraction is one sided and becomes evident that Joe is only in the relationship for the materialistic gains. While Norma prepares for her comeback to the Hollywood stage, the situation increasingly becomes suffocating for Joe. As he begins to drift away, Norma becomes more desperate and delusional to point of madness.

The story is typical of celebrities. Who on the surface, seem to have everything anyone could ever want. However, in reality many of them lead tortured lives, suffering from a gambit of mental health and addiction issues. Often causing them to lash out or act peculiarly, get involved with strange cults, steal things simply for the sake of stealing, or overdose with drugs. Often the larger the celebrity the more tragic the consequences are, look at Michael Jackson for example. This makes sense, because from a young age these people are completely detached from reality, sheltered behind mountains of money, and worshiped by legions of fans. When their time in the spotlight is up, it can be difficult for their ego to cope and subsequently causes great anguish. Wilder captures this pain, and in doing so makes Norma human again, into someone that we cannot only relate to, but can pity. It is timeless story, applicable to anyone famous, in any culture, anywhere in the world. However, what really makes the film truly interesting to watch is the weird and wonderful world Wilder creates on screen. It gives the viewer a glimpse into the super decadent and sordid reality of the super rich, which while fictional is remarkably believable. It is a world that is ‘fellini-esque’, and is every bit as depraved and extravagant as ‘La Dolce Vita’, only a decade earlier.

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Lilja-4-Ever (7.4/10)

Lukas Moodysson, 2002
Lilja-4-Ever is a tragic and gut wrenching film that leaves the viewer troubled long after the credits finish. The film is an adaptation of an actual incident in 2000 involving a teenager from Lithuania that shocked Swedish society and received extensive media coverage. Lilja (Oksana Akinshina) is a 16-year-old living in a dilapidated Soviet era residential suburb with plans of immigrating to the United States with her mother. When her mother abandons her right before they are about to leave, she is forced to live with her Aunt. Who not concerned about her nieces well being, moves her into a filthy rundown apartment to live alone. Lilja spends her days hanging out and getting high with Volodja, a 13-year-old run away from an abusive home. With no other options and at the recommendation of her aunt, Lilja eventually resorts to prostitution for survival. She takes small comfort in the fact that it lets her buy luxury goods such as fruit juice, potato chips, and a small gift for Volodja. While working one night at the club, she meets Andrej a ‘nice guy’ who is not just interested in sex but who really wants to get to know her. He promises her a better life in Sweden with a good paying job, and gets her a passport and a plane ticket. At the last second, Andrej claims he has to visit his poor sick grandmother and promises to meet Lilja in Sweden. In reality, there is no lucrative cleaning job waiting for her, Andrej has sold her to a pimp in Sweden. Who locks her in a dirty apartment during the day, and sells her for sex at night, but is kind enough to buy her a McDonald’s value meal between clients.




Films like Lilja-4-Ever are difficult to write about because of the severe nature of the subject matter. How can someone recommend a film about child sexual exploitation, where teenagers sniff glue and commit suicide on screen, because they thought the film’s narrative was well done or the sound track was interesting? Ultimately, one must judge the film within its context to determine if the content is justified. They must determine whether the director successfully matched the brutality of the images and story with the seriousness of the subject matter. If it is unbalanced in either direction, the film is an epic failure, especially when handling extremely controversial topics. While it is true, that the director could have had much of the truly disturbing scenes take place take place off camera and retain the potent message of the film. The fact is that humans have become so desensitized to disturbing images that artists need to resort to new depths of depravity to get our attention. Moodysson does this very well, almost too well. The scenes in the film get progressively more brutal to the inevitable conclusion, bringing out so many raw emotions in the audience that range from hate to compassion and are impossible to ignore. Maybe that is why we like films like this, or at least like them enough to warrant their creation, because we find them cathartic. Maybe seeing how fucked up someone else’s life is or can be, makes us feel better about our own relatively minor problems and the social context is just an excuse to evade censorship. Regardless, the way Moodysson creates a universe that is completely tragic and utterly devoid of any hope to bring attention to a real and grave injustice speaks to the power of cinema.