A Separation

I just got home from the theater - I saw A Separation. It's the best film I've seen this year, when it was over I actually kissed my fingers and looked toward the sky to acknowledge the film gods. I know being over earnest is a shortcoming but this is for real, the finger kissing I mean. The trailer makes it look more like a melodrama than it is. Behold a giant of a director: Asghar Farhari. A GIANT I say. I'm still absorbing it so I don't really think I should write about it but I do have one thought to share: If Italian Neo-Realism was born out of the collapse of Fascist Italy during the Italian Spring in the mid 1940's than maybe there's reason to hope much more work like A Separation will emerge (and be recognized) from the Middle East in the next decade? I really hope so.

http://youtu.be/MjTkXGRhy9w

Good Copy Bad Copy, free feature doc film

I just came across this Danish doc film about copyright, mashups, remix etc on blip TV and thought it was great. GirlTalk, Danger Mouse, Pirate Bay founders - they're all there but what I was really looking for was something about the Nigerian film industry and distribution. Their model seems to be becoming THE model in some respects, esp for us small fries. The movie is a feature length and it's free, the link: God Copy Bad Copy

The Mark of Cain: Feature Doc on Youtube

The Mark of Cain is a feature length doc about Russian prison tattoos that's now on Youtube in its entirety (73 min, below). The tattoos are the filmmaker's in to examine the Russian prison system, which is truly terrifying. Once I hit play, I couldn't stop watching this film - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s9JDJdaMs-Y

The fictional cousin to The Mark of Cain is Eastern Promises directed by David Cronenberg, which is about a British midwife's interactions with the Russian Mafia in London. I love this movie. Cronenberg has a unique skill when it comes to depicting violence to the human body, which has to come from all his years in horror. I think many people of my generation think of Tarantino as the handy man of entertaining on-screen violence (based on the ear scene in Reservoir Dogs alone) but I think Cronenberg's eerie mix of bluntness and understatement trumps Tarantino's pop sensibilities by a long shot. Not that I don't like a little pop.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBcIoq4w7TY

Manda Bala: doc film now on Netflix

Manda Bala means "send a bullet" in Portuguese. It's available via DVD on Netflix and is really worth a watch. For the die hard doc fans you'll notice director Jason Kohn's thank you in the credits to Errol Morris who he used to work for as a researcher. This also helped answer the question I kept asking myself over and over, which was, " how the hell did he make this?" His techniques are not the standard fair. It makes way more sense knowing he's been breathing the same air as Morris. Freakazoids. Who shoots anamorphic 16mm for s doc film anyway? Awesome. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rbff7PBDUP8

More photos from Venezuela and the Revolution Will Not be Televised

http://www.flickr.com/photos/cykuck/5307394038/ http://www.flickr.com/photos/cykuck/5307382952/

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The man with the sugarcane is in an area called Los Llanos in the SW of Venezuela. It’s an expansive plain veined with wetlands, there are giant rodents called capybaras, snakes, piranha, fresh water dolphins, cayman and birds birds birds. The dog is in Caracas, poor devil, that’s a tough town even if you have teeth. The flowers are on the road going from Los Llanos toward the Andes. Three weeks and at least a thousand miles by car around Venezuela and we didn’t bump into Hugo Chavez once. I would have liked to.

The Revolution Will Not be Televised is a documentary film about Chavez and the coup that temporarily took him out of office in 2002. It captures his overthrow from inside the president’s mansion, which is an incredible filmmaking feat. But the most important part concerns the Venezuelan people’s reaction to his removal, which is stunningly democratic. Less directly, it’s a comment on the American popular narrative of Venezuela and the willful misinformation campaign(s) that shape it. Man we get some whack information here. I actually thought he was a dictator until I went. That said, don’t listen to Oliver Stone or Sean Penn either.

Unfortunately it’s not available on Netflix or available on Amazon but you can watch the whole thing free here.

And here’s a YouTube clip:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Id--ZFtjR5c

Restrepo and The White Ribbon

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-DjqR6OucBc http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BE_ByB2ocVk

I watched these two films the same week, which I don't recommend doing without a prescription, but I do recommend both films. Both are streaming on Netflix.

Of the doc films I’ve watched about the wars I think Restrepo might be the best. These guys, both the soldiers and the filmmakers, have giant balls. Sorry to muck it up with locker room talk, but I don’t know how else to say it. It’s a frightening place they’re in. There’s a lot of heart wrenching stuff here, the soldier’s lives are terrible both because of the danger and their loss but also because of the emotional damage they profess. I was also disturbed by the strange culture collision that’s depicted. The soldiers and locals in the film belong to drastically different cultures with drastically different value systems and they also seem to belong to completely different centuries. Maybe even millennia. Formally speaking, the filmmakers didn’t need to frame the film around the charismatic young soldier “Restrepo” quite the way they did but they kept that part light enough that I never yelled “trite!” I only mumbled “device”.

If Restrepo doesn’t send you rushing to the pharmacy for a late night serotonin bump, then try The White Ribbon to provoke that emotional freefall. This is a beautiful but austere drama that’s set in Germany just before the start of WWI. Michael Haneke is an Austrian director that I would describe as meticulous and utterly fearless. He tackles the scariest, darkest, harshest corners of the human psyche with agonizing delicacy. If Van Trier is the enfant terrible then Haneke might be his wise, steady handed Grandfather. And as a family they may need to check into to a clinic to find out if their chauvinism is hereditary. Von Trier, I think it’s very fair to say, is inclined to use vulnerable female characters as dramatic devices not as a point of view. Give him a gentle female willow and he’ll have her bleeding before the second act. Haneke might have something similar going on, but I’ll withhold judgment. I’ve only seen two of his films. I’ll watch another one soon to determine exactly what type of crazy he is.

The White Ribbon is also a tableau of European peasant life before WWI (in this respect, a family member of The Tree of Wooden Clogs) that if you don’t know, and I don’t, seems absolutely authentic. While watching I found myself reflecting on my time in Lithuania imagining the brutality of that life and the easy jump from there to the later horrors of war and holocaust in what otherwise appear to be charming villages. And I also found myself revisiting my high school Hawthorne education; The White Ribbon is channeling the same puritanical essence, albeit more critically and less allegorically than Hawthorne, but the brutality is a match. And perhaps this is where my suspicion of Haneke’s chauvinism comes from – like Hawthorne, in the telling of pathologically austere religious (Western) societies one inevitably ends up back in the Garden of Eden, where women always commit the original sin. But that’s just a hunch, like I said, I need to see more. Either way, he’s a phenomenal director.

In terms of the trauma these films will wreak on you, using my proprietary ICB* scale I would give Restrepo a 40 and The White Ribbon a 25. Yes it’s sad but true, fiction often hurts more. I would recommend a buffer of at least a week between them.

*The ICB scale is based on the novel In Cold Blood by Truman Capote. To experience 0 on the scale read ICB in the depths of an Eastern European winter night (preferably a Post Soviet society) with a hangover and supplement your horror with at least six tracks from Radiohead’s Amniesiac album.

Variety reviews Bush League

Bush League got a great write up in Variety this week: Bush League

by Rob Nelson

Produced by Cy Kuckenbaker, Gregory J. Wilson. Directed, edited by Cy Kuckenbaker. With: Vitumbiko Jacklyn Khunga, Songwe "Chatwa" Nyimbiri, Jake Wilson, Mlawa Khunga. Narrator: Cy Kuckenbaker. (English, Malawian dialogue)
Scoring not just as a sports docu but as an ethnographic study, Cy Kuckenbaker's "Bush League" is an entertaining, educational and immersive pic that portrays life in the Malawian village of Zolokere through a look at the ups and downs of its soccer team, the Tony Bombers. Shooting and cutting the film himself, Kuckenbaker catches plenty of action, from fiery debates over game play to the everyday struggles of villagers to deal with the specter of HIV/AIDS. If anything, "Bush League" is more interested in Southeast African culture than in soccer, which will frustrate some viewers and stimulate many others.
Shown losing their first game on a ref's controversial ruling, the Bombers are sponsored by the U.S. Peace Corps, whose hotheaded rep Jake Wilson is building a school in a neighboring village that has its own soccer team. Rivalry between these two clubs is fierce and seems to sandwich Wilson in an uncomfortable middle. The docu's other indelible subjects include the Bombers' captain, Chatwa, an economically indebted farmer of maize and tobacco, and its head cheerleader, Jacklyn, an AIDS activist fighting both the disease and its stigmatized status.
Camera (color, DV), Kuckenbaker. Reviewed on DVD, Vancouver, Oct. 7, 2010. (In Vancouver Film Festival.) Running time: 80 MIN.