It’s exciting to see Shyamalan on such confident footing once more, all these years later.
The latest example of what I call an emperor’s-new-clothes
film is “Neon Bull,” by Brazilian director Gabriel Mascaro, which escorts us into the world of
northeastern Brazil’s vaquejada
rodeos. It was a buzz-generating
hit at last fall’s Venice and Toronto festivals, and it does have one inarguable strength: a kind of
anthropological interest, which is rendered with what one must assume is
certain quotient of documentary-like accuracy. Mascaro mostly avoids the fleeing excitements of the bull ring in order
to focus on a small group of characters who function as kind of a de facto
itinerant family. Iremar (Juliano Cazarré) is a muscular and studly cowhand who
devotes his off time to designing clothes, including skimpy stage outfits for
exotic dancer Galega (Maeve Jinkings), a Shakira lookalike who drives the
company’s truck and tends to her young daughter, Cacá (Aline Santana). The
group’s other member is a corpulent cowhand named Zé (Carlos Pessao).
Still, its success may owe in part to the kind of exaggerated responses that festival premieres often provoke. And I would venture there are a couple of other potential causes that stem from the particular kind of festival film it is.
First, it’s the kind made outside of Europe and America but tailored for festivals in those places. Fans of international cinema who read accounts of premieres of a South American film at, say, Cannes may assume that said film was for made for the Brazilian market but happily discovered by discerning and venturesome French programmers. In reality, many of these films were created specifically for programmers and juries at international festivals, to whom they appeal by A) adapting the currently approved stylistic norms for “art” films, and B) viewing their native cultures in ways that will be seen as appealingly exotic by Europeans and Americans. (Whether you love or loathe their films, even estimable filmmakers such as Taiwan’s Hou Hsiao-hsien and Thailand’s Apichatpong Weerasethakul have become “world cinema” auteurs by employing this dual strategy.)
Second, “Neon Bull” is the kind of film that also bows strategically to other current cultural orthodoxies, specifically some rather dubious ones imported from academia. Consider the headline on The Hollywood Reporter’s review of the film, which determines that its “exploration of body and gender norms [makes] up for a lack of narrative.” Translated into plain English, what that means is: The film is essentially boring because its story is minimal and un-involving. But because its concerns can related to ‘body and gender norms,’ which university curricula now consider as important as previous centuries considered the Virgin Birth and Holy Trinity, it must be deemed important and meaningful.