TIFF 2007: The Award-Winners

Roger Ebert with his “star” — outside Dusty Cohl’s annual Floating Film Festival Chinese dinner in Toronto. (photo by Jim Emerson — with Kim Robesons’s camera)

I’ve got several planes backed up on the runway (and by that I mean movies to write about lined up in my head) from this year’s Toronto Film Festival — plus a couple posts’ worth of photos — but for now, here are the official TIFF 2007 award winners. I’ll have a list of the best of my fest soon. Now I gotta catch a plane…

Audience Award: “Eastern Promises” (David Cronenberg, Canada/USA). My review here. Roger Ebert’s here. Runners up: “Juno” (Jason Reitman), “Body of War” (2008) (Phil Donohue and Ellen Spiro).

FIPRESCI International Critics Award: “La Zona” (Rodrigo Pia)

CityTV Award for Best First Canadian Film: “Continel, Un Film Sans Fusil” (Stephane Lafleur)

Artistic Innovation Award: “Encarnation” (Ahani Bemeri)

Diesel Discovery Award: “Cochochi” (Israel Cardernas and Laura Amelia Guzman)

Toronto City Award: “My Winnepeg” (Guy Maddin)

Roger Ebert’s dispatch about all the TIFF 2007 awards is here.

December 14, 2012

North by Northwest with fish and vectors

This film, “The Knife” by Mario Balducci,¹ was made for Nic Clear’s Unit 15 course, “Crash: Architectures of the Near Future” at the Bartlett School of Architecture in London. It consists of four sections, involving re-imagined images from Hitchcock’s “North by Northwest”: The Knife, The Cliff, The Cafeteria and The Forest.

So, it evidently has something to do with J.G. Ballard and his architecture criticism, but I don’t quite know how to look at it that way. What I see is something strangely compelling, presenting recurring nightmarish highlights from “North by Northwest.” With additional fish. And dotted lines and arrows that map out or suggest movement within the frame. OK, I can’t explain it, but I kinda like it.

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¹ NOT based on the novel “Push” by Sapphire.

December 14, 2012

Flagging Fathers

Ted Turner called. He wants his crayons back.

I meant to see Clint Eastwood’s “Flags of Our Fathers” last weekend — and I’d meant to see it at a couple of press screenings in the weeks before that. But… I don’t feel like it. And — as a civilian moviegoer who’d just go buy a ticket without being obligated to write about the picture — I’m struggling with why I feel that way. All I know is that I was looking forward to it up until I saw the first images in the trailer, with that artsy desaturated color and lemon-chiffon-tinted cannonfire that reminded me of the early days of Ted Turner and his colorization crayons. (The marketing has been exceptionally trite and schizophrenic — alternating between rah-rah battle action and equally sentimentalized sap, both of which seem false and trivializing in a time of such dire news from Iraq. But I’m fully aware how rarely the marketing for a movie actually resembles the movie itself — which is why I routinely fast-forward through TV spots, except when I’m watching “The Daily Show” or “The Colbert Report” live!)

The movie opened to a “disappointing” $10.2 million on 1,876 screens and now everybody’s writing about how the “expectations” they had for it being a leading Oscar contender are now “jeopardized” — or something like that. I find it difficult to care about Oscar buzz or box office grosses. But one thing in this morning’s New York Times semi-post-morem (Omigod! They might have to spend more money on the Oscar campaign!!!) struck me as, well, a little… odd:

… [Paramount distribution exec Rob] Moore said Monday morning that Paramount, DreamWorks and Mr. Eastwood had agreed to expand by 300 screens nationwide this week. He cited the movie’s reviews, as well as exit polls of audience members that were 50 percent better than average — a sure gauge of word of mouth, he said.Copy desk! What do you suppose that tortured phrase about exit polls “50 percent better than average” is supposed to mean? That 50 percent of moviegoers surveyed said “Flags of Our Fathers” was above average — compared to another 50 percent who said it was… average, or below average? That doesn’t sound very good. That the average rating for “FoOF” was 50 percent higher than the average for all movies? Even that doesn’t sound so impressive.

What’s the median score?

Anybody else either reluctant to see, or eager to see, “Flags of Our Fathers.” If you contributed to that $10 million over the weekend, what did you make of the movie?

December 14, 2012

CinematoGIFs: Living, breathing movie stills

Each of these astonishing “cinematoGIFs” (animated .GIF files) by Gusaf Mantel distills the essence of a cinematic moment into a living, breathing “movie still” — an indelible moment preserved in time. Once you start gazing into them, you’ll find it hard to stop…

Above: The apes and the monolith: “2001: A Space Odyssey” (Stanley Kubrick, 1968).

Below: The tension of Travis Bickle, keeping his television perpetually balanced on the edge of smashing to the floor: “Taxi Driver” (Martin Scorsese, 1976).

December 14, 2012

The fight over Fight Club

View image Franchising disenchantment.

(This essay on “Fight Club” was originally published in 1999. I’m re-posting it now in preparation for a coming piece…)

by Jim Emerson

“A fascist rhapsody!” — David Denby, The New Yorker

Ooof!

“Morally repugnant! Socially irresponsible!” — Anita M. Busch, The Hollywood Reporter

Ugh!

“Deeply misogynistic!” — Susan Stark, The Detroit News

Orgh!

“Macho porn!” — Roger Ebert, The Chicago Sun-Times

Ouch!

Don’t expect to see any of the above quotes in movie ads for “Fight Club” (although, come to think of it, if Fox did decide to use ’em, it would certainly be in keeping with the gleefully subversive, anti-consumerist spirit of this major studio movie). “Fight Club,” a brutally funny and provocative satire directed by David Fincher (“Seven”), may have scored a late-round box office victory in its first weekend, but it also received a vicious pummeling from a number of (mostly mainstream) critics. While some reviewers praised the film as “an apocalyptic comedy of rage” (Jay Carr, “Boston Globe”) and “an uncompromising American classic” (Peter Travers, “Rolling Stone”), those who felt less enthusiastic about the picture didn’t just dislike it — they loathed it, reviled it, demonized it.

December 14, 2012

‘The Descent’: The deeper ending

Here’s an eye-opener…

As you may know, “The Descent” (which opened in US theaters this weekend) was released last year in Great Britain, where it is now available on Region 2 PAL DVD. The British release has one final scene that was snipped for American audiences, though I really don’t know why. I think it adds another note of ambiguity and mystery that… Oh. All right, I think I understand now.

After the jump: Frame grabs and a YouTube clip from the limey version.

December 14, 2012

The Onion sold to Chinese

The Onion again proves superiority to American media. Important stories include:

Well, I’ve Sold The Paper To The Chinese

The Internet Allows For A Free Exchange Of Unmitigated Information

Potato-Faced Youngster Lauded For Memorizing Primitive 26-Character Alphabet

Weakling President Asks Imaginary Man In Sky to Bless Nation

Internet Adds 12th Website

Nothing At All Happens To 28 Tibetan Protesters, Their Families

Why Did No One Inform Us Of The Imminent Death Of The American Newspaper Industry?

December 14, 2012

A contrarian music video

… mostly about movies and music — and with a shout-out to Scanners in the middle! The band is lo-fi is sci-fi, the song is “The Script You Wrote is Terrible” (great line: “The script you wrote is terrible/But I like you anyway”), and the video is clever and funny and magnificently deadpan (as is the one for “March to the Sky”). It would make a good Opening Shot contribution. After all, it’s just one shot. I love the way it starts, with a white screen — and just a little piece of black (the edge of the white background) in the upper left corner. Perfect.

“Hi-fi” version here.

Thanks to Mike for passing this along.

December 14, 2012

Opening Shots: ‘Cutter’s Way’

From Robert Horton, film critic, The Herald, Everett, WA:

How technical do you want to get about “opening shot”? Is the opening shot literally the very first thing that appears onscreen? Or is it the first shot proper, the thing that tells the people behind you to stop talking and pay attention? In the 1931 “Dracula,” the former is a wonderfully archaic credits plate with an art-deco bat, accompanied by a scratchy, mood-setting snippet of “Swan Lake” (without that bat and the music the movie that follows would somehow not be the same); the latter is the post-credits shot of a lusciously suggestive Transylvanian crossroads. Both count in “Dracula.”

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Most movies now begin with credits over a shot, making it hard to define the beginning-proper (and making it hard for the people behind you to know when to shut up already). The credits play over the opening shot of the 1981 film “Cutter’s Way” (aka “Cutter and Bone”), a film very people have heard of, let alone seen, but which is nevertheless one of the key American films of the 1980s (a crucial film in connecting the post-sixties hangover and the corporate runamuck of the eighties).

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The opening shot is dreamlike, stylized, drained of color—quite the opposite of the remainder of the film—and looks dead-center down a warm Santa Barbara street as an Old Spanish Days parade approaches the camera. It begins in black-and-white and bleeds slowly into color, and it’s in slow motion; the odd music by the late great Jack Nitszche seems to be running in slow motion, too. A band marches, banners wave, and front and center is a blonde in a white dress, like a bride, dancing in the Fiesta. Nothing really unusual about a blonde in a small-city parade, but when you watch the movie, you realize that this might be the kind of pretty girl who could end up dropped in a dumpster on a side street in the middle of the night because she made a bad decision about which rich guy to blow.

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The camera has watched this, panning finally to accommodate the blonde’s sideways movement. The whole thing has the drowsy long-lens shimmer of midsummer. The blonde has gotten close enough to the camera to pass out of the frame, but as we peer at the people in the distance, now coming into focus, she abruptly passes by again—and as her white ruffled dress rustles by, the image in the background is wiped away and replaced by a whole new shot…if you like, the first shot proper of the story: an exterior, in the magic hour of dusk, of the outside of an unmistakably Southern California hotel.

December 14, 2012

Opening Shots: ‘Superman,’ ‘Lost in Translation,’ more

View image: The opening curtain.

View image: A 1936 comic book.

View image: A child reads the comic book.

From Mark Roberts, Calgary, Alberta, Canada:

I am such a fan of movie opening moments (sounds strange I know, but a great opening moment is something I really treasure), that I had to respond to your call for favourite moments (and I’m going to have to see “Barry Lyndon” now too…). They’re all pretty literal… nothing terribly deep in terms of artistic impression… but that shouldn’t disqualify a great opening.

“Superman”

I always get caught up by the opening moments. As the child narrator speaks about the Daily Planet, the curtains pull back to reveal the first issue of “Action Comics,” moving to the “live” shot of the Daily Planet, and then into space and the opening credits. John William’s score draws us through the open curtains and into the other world of the movie. I still get a little leap in my chest when the theme reaches its first crescendo and the title “Superman” leaps into view.

December 14, 2012

Only when I breathe: David Bordwell in Hong Kong

The illustrious and industrious David Bordwell has begun reporting from the Hong Kong Film Festival (“Dragons at your doorstep”), where the weather appears to be well-suited to movie-watching:

Once more, Hong Kong. Still a spellbinding place, although the municipality is doing whatever it can to force pedestrians underground and surrender the streets to cars. Even a dragon has to wait for the pedestrian light. And now, thanks to the sandstorms in China, the air is thick with pollution. I have taken defensive measures. My students probably wished I’d worn one of these more often.

Much more festival news and distinctively Bordwellian imagery here.

(photos by David Bordwell)

UPDATE (3/26/10): “The spy who came in from the typhoon.”

December 14, 2012

Moviegoers who feel too much

View image Robert De Niro in the last shot of Sergio Leone’s “Once Upon a Time in America”: How does this make you feel?

“Sometimes the best movies are the ones we make up.”

— from the trailer for Michel Gondry’s upcoming “Be Kind Rewind” (2008)

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“This wasn’t the film we’d dreamed of, this wasn’t the total film that each of us had carried within himself . . . the film that we wanted to make, or, more secretly, no doubt, that we wanted to live.”

— Paul (Jean-Pierre Leud) in Jean-Luc Godard’s “Masculin-Feminin” (1966)

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Between the idea

And the reality…

Between the emotion

And the response

Falls the Shadow

— T.S. Eliot, “The Hollow Men” (1925)

In his review of Kent Jones’ book “Physical Evidence: Selected Film Criticism,” David Sterritt (for 35 years the film critic of the Christian Science Monitor) poses a challenge to movie critics and filmgoers alike:

Given his gift for perceptive film-critical thought, I wish Jones would now address himself to a problem that few critics (including me) have tackled with the care, energy, and resourcefulness that it demands: the predisposition of nearly all film critics to approach their subject(s) in terms that value the emotional over the intellectual and the descriptive over the intuitive. Good movies touch our feelings, of course, but that isn’t the only thing that makes them good; and while Jones knows this–hence his high praise for masters of film-thought like Hou Hsiao-hsien and Abbas Kiarostami, for instance–he too falls into the commonplace pattern of privileging the feelings that good films give him, and signaling his reactions in telegraphic ways that won’t mean much to people who aren’t equally familiar with the film or filmmaker in question.

What’s needed today is a new paradigm of readily accessible yet rigorously thoughtful prose combining theoretical analysis with intuitive ideas about cinema and the aesthetic world it creates.

OK, so let’s tackle it! (Prepare to comment.) Seriously.¹

When somebody says they “admire” a movie without much “liking” it (or being “moved” by it), they may be addressing, at least superficially, what Sterritt is getting at above. But how much can we, or should we, attempt to separate our emotional responses from our intellectual observations, our descriptions (“This is what happens”) from our intuitions (“This is what’s going on”)?²

My standard joke, when somebody asks what a movie is “about,” is to describe the movie in stylistic or thematic terms — which, in all honesty, speak to me more directly and powerfully than the plot. What’s “Barry Lyndon” about? Oh, it’s about slow, stately zooms. Or, it’s about a man who keeps trying to exert his free will only he can’t because he’s trapped in a Stanley Kubrick film/frame. To me, both those descriptions are just different ways of saying the same thing, and in stating them I’m only being semi-facetious.

December 14, 2012

Hey, Mr. Fox: Who’s the audience? Who cares?

Without making a big deal of it, New York Times critic A.O. Scott slyly slips several sharp observations about the role of movie critics into this paragraph from his review of “The Fantastic Mr. Fox”:

Is it is a movie for children? This inevitable question depends on the assumption that children have uniform tastes and expectations. How can that be? And besides, the point of everything [director Wes] Anderson has ever done is that truth and beauty reside in the odd, the mismatched, the idiosyncratic. He makes that point in ways that are sometimes touching, sometimes annoying, but usually worth arguing about. Not everyone will like “Fantastic Mr. Fox”; and if everyone did it, would not be nearly as interesting as it is. There are some children — some people — who will embrace it with a special, strange intensity, as if it had been made for them alone.

December 14, 2012

Lust for revenge

Like all of us, I’m living under a death sentence. Not to sound alarmist, but to quote Woody Allen in “Love and Death”: “Isn’t all mankind ultimately executed for a crime it never committed? The difference is that all men go eventually, but I go six o’clock tomorrow morning.” Looking on the bright side of death, I think in some ways it must be nice to have such certainty. But we live in perpetual uncertainty and doubt (see “No Country for Old Men”). My own awareness of the prospect of my demise ranges between roughly five years and five seconds, according to fluctuations in the health of my heart. I’ve gotten close enough to peer over the threshold (and in one case, lost my grip and fell into the void for, I’m told, about 10 or 15 minutes). My point is, I don’t see death as an abstraction but a… vividly imminent possibility, depending on the situation.

(Neuroscientists say it may take the human brain 20-30 years or of development to really begin to fathom the concept anyway — to some extent we tend to feel, and behave, as if we are immortal before that. I think my brain “knew” somewhat earlier.)

My adventures in mortality are absolutely nothing, however, compared to what some of my friends and acquaintances have been through. People have asked me if my near-death (temporary-death?) experience in 2000 gave me a new perspective on life and I have to say… no. I’ve been preoccupied with death ever since I was old enough to have a rudimentary understanding of what that was. It used to make me a little dizzy thinking about an infinity of nonexistence, like the one I didn’t experience before I was born, but I don’t find anything disturbing or frightening about that. Hey, it happens to everybody. Dying is easy; living is hard.*

December 14, 2012

Mad Men Mania: Delving deep into some ofthe best movies of the last few years

Please join me and fellow “Mad Men” video essayists Serena Bramble, Kevin B. Lee and Deborah Lipp over at IndieWire’s Press Play blog for a fascinating (if I say so myself) Audiovisualcy roundtable about the show and why it’s such a natural for video-based exploration. I can’t think of another series that offers a fully formed, cinematically sophisticated movie every episode, week after week. A taste of some of the things we get into:

Kevin: (on my video, ” The Long Walk”): As one clip cuts to another, I feel a conversation beginning to emerge between them, which you are orchestrating. I start to feel like I am watching the show through another set of eyes. To do this without any explicit commentary, text, elaborate editing or effects, is remarkable.

In fact, I think it’s because of this non-invasive approach that the viewer can have a special experience. It gives the viewer room to piece together the connections you are making without being told what they are. It’s like playing a puzzle with one’s eyes – a quality that distinguishes Mad Men from most other shows in that it leaves a lot of subtexts for the viewer to piece together on their own. Your video compresses and intensifies that experience.

December 14, 2012

The Avengers & the Amazing “Critic-Proof” Movie

Joss Whedon’s “Marvel’s The Avengers (Based on the Novel ‘Push’ by Sapphire)” would have had to have been an amazing colossal fiasco for it not to be a mega-hit in its opening week. I mean, what other picture has had a whole series of $100 million-plus blockbusters basically working as feature-length trailers for it over the course of the past three years? There’s “Iron Man” (2008), “The Incredible Hulk” (2008), “Iron Man 2” (2010), “Thor” (2011), “Captain America: The First Avenger” (2011) — all of which (“The Hulk” aside, for the moment at least) have their own sequels in the works as part of the “Marvel Cinematic Universe” production deal Marvel and Paramount set up in 2005. And you’ve got decades of comic books behind the Avengers, too. So, you might say the movie’s superpower is that it was “critic proof.”

I’ve always been amused by that term, which it seems to me is most frequently used to signify a movie that people want to see whether it’s any good or not. I mean, they hope it’s going to be good, but they’re not going to take anybody else’s word for it but the studio marketers until they see it for themselves. And why not? You can’t have a professional taster sample that new Japadog cart for you. That’s something you’re going to want to wrap your tongue around for your own self: Either seaweed, mayo, fish flakes and miso sauce sound like tempting sausage condiments to you or they don’t.

But the response to criticism I don’t understand (and the one I wrote about recently in “Avenge me! AVENGE ME!”) is the one that assumes every critic/reviewer is looking at a movie with the same set of values (“production values”? “entertainment values”? “aesthetic values”?) as the reader — or that any differing perceptions amount to the critic/reviewer attempting to negate or spoil the reader’s own experience. Yes, of course that’s preposterously dumb, not to mention metaphysically absurd, man. (“How can I know what you hear?”) But, as we know from perusing the Internet, a surprising number of people think that way, and don’t even realize (or care) how imbecilic they’re being. The rest of us can only shake our heads and chuckle mock-sadly.

December 14, 2012

Judd Apatow: When Penis Met Vagina…and the re-invention of romantic comedy

“Forgetting Sarah Marshall”: Kristen Bell and Russell Brand. P to the V.

Excerpt from an Apatowian appreciation I wrote for MSN Movies, covering “Freaks & Geeks” to “The 40-Year-Old Virgin” to “Knocked Up” and “Superbad” and “Forgetting Sarah Marshall” (with the inconspicuous omission of “Drillbit Taylor”):

Writer/director/producer Judd Apatow, the man Entertainment Weekly recently crowned the ‘Smartest Person in Hollywood,’ has made a solemn promise to put a penis — at least one penis — into every movie he makes from now on. He’s slipped penises into his pictures before, of course: all those obsessive-compulsive drawings in “Superbad,” his own on comically disconcerting display in “Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story,” and Jason Segel’s for a humiliating breakup in “Forgetting Sarah Marshall.” Sometimes, too, his films include breasts and vaginas. And there are perfectly good reasons for that. Not the least of which is that all genitalia and externally visible glands are funny.

December 14, 2012

Ebertfest 2008: Springing forward

Chaz Ebert introduces Timothy Spall (Rosencrantz) and Rufus Sewell (Fortinbras), both in town with the opening night attraction, a full-length (238-minute) 70 mm print of Kenneth Branagh’s 1996 film of William Shakespeare’s “Hamlet.” (photos by jim emerson)

What is Ebertfest without Ebert? Fest? Kicking off the 10th Anniversary edition of Roger Ebert’s (formerly Overlooked) Film Festival, Chaz Ebert passed along her husband’s sentiments that, today, he was in the wrong place at the wrong time — that is, in a bed in Chicago instead of in at the Virginia Theatrer in Urbana-Champaign. But, she reported him saying, you could also say the same thing about the day he tripped on the carpet and fractured his hip. Nobody’s giving up hope, though. Chaz said they were consulting with doctors day by day and that she wouldn’t be surprised if Roger wound up making it here after all before the fest is through. [UPDATE: The next day Roger and his doctors decided that making the trip wasn’t worth the health risk.}

L to R (I hope): Jeff Nichols (“Shotgun Stories”), John Peterson (“The Real Dirt on Farmer John”), Eran Kolirin (“The Band’s Visit”), Chaz Ebert, Timothy Spall and Rufus Sewell (“Hamlet”), Joan Cohl and Hannah Fisher (“Citizen Kohl”), William J. Erfuth and Joseph Greco and Adam Hammel (“Canvas”).

Last year Ebertfest seemed to improve his rate of recovery exponentially, so we can only hope he’ll make it to town. (For a sample of good wishes see the comments at his blog, Roger Ebert’s Journal.)

So, the festival is just getting started tonight, but already I’ve learned some things just from talking to people and reading the program. For example:

December 14, 2012

Opening Shots: The 400 Blows

From Gavin Breeden, Charlotte, NC:

When I think of great opening shots, my mind quickly goes to Francios Truffaut’s 1959 masterpiece, “Les Quatre Cents Coups” (aka “The 400 Blows”). I may have to break the rules a bit here and consider the entire opening credits sequence rather than the first shot though I think Truffaut would approve since he broke many cinematic conventions of his day with this film.

December 14, 2012

Words from Deadwood

View image Brad Dourif as a doc with a dark turn of mind.

Since I’ve been feelin’ poorly, I have spent the odd evening and weekend with a book (including some fine ones: Cormac McCarthy’s “The Road” and “No Country for Old Men,” Paul Bowles’ “The Sheltering Sky” [now one of my all-time favorite novels], Graham Greene’s “The Heart of the Matter,” among them) and — alas, most belatedly — have been catching up with the first season of David Milch’s “Deadwood.” How to describe my feelings? “Blown away” would be one accurate, but inadequate, way to describe my response thus far. Unfortunately for me, I was so spellbound by my introduction to the program that I exhausted Season One in but a few days, and now must wait for the goddamn, c—–cking US Post to bring me f—ing Seasons Two and Three. (All due respect, and no offense intended.)

For the moment, I’m pleased to share with you — gratis free — some words of wisdom from creator Milch (on the DVD extras) and Doc Cochran. Somehow, I think they’re all interconnected:

“Reason is about seventeenth on the list of the attributes that define us as a species.” — David Milch

“They say in certain rooms today, you can’t think your way to right write action, you only act your way to right write thinking.” — David Milch

“I find that most moral codes are kind of elevated expressions of economic necessities.” — David Milch

“I see as much misery outta them movin’ to justify theirselves as in them that set out to do harm.” — Doc Cochran (Brad Dourif)

(P.S. And I would never have known, from “An Inconvenient Truth,” that Oscar-winner Davis Guggenheim was a f—ing movie director!!!)

December 14, 2012
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