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Potiche

June 16, 2011

The wikipedia article on François Ozon, says he is “a French film director and screenwriter and [sic] whose films are usually characterized by sharp satirical wit and a freewheeling view on human sexuality.” In Potiche (Trophy Wife), Ozon’s latest film, there is some of the latter and only a little bit of the former.

The time is the 1970’s. Suzanne (Catherine Deneuve) is the stay-at-home wife of Robert (Fabrice Luchini), who runs the umbrella factory that belonged to Suzanne’s father. Robert has affairs with other women, including with his secretary, Nadège (Karin Viard). When the workers at the factory go on strike, Robert assaults one of them. The workers retaliate by taking Robert hostage. Suzanne appeals to Maurice (Gérard Depardieu), a Communist member of Parliament who also happens to be Suzanne’s onetime lover, to intervene. He persuades the workers to release Robert, promising them there will negotiations to address their grievances. After his release, Robert suffers a heart attack. Suzanne, who has never worked before in her life, takes his place. She negotiates a new contract with the workers. She hires her children, Joëlle (Judith Godrèche) and Laurent (Jérémie Renier), to help her run the business. The company begins to prosper. Suzanne finds that she likes being a businesswoman. She begins seeing Maurice. When Robert returns from the hospital, he demands that Suzanne turn the business back over to him. Suzanne refuses, and she tells Robert that he should stay at home from now on. Meanwhile, Maurice becomes indignant when he learns that he was only one of several lovers that Suzanne had when she was young. He helps Robert in a scheme to take control of the business away from Suzanne. She retaliates by running for Maurice’s parliamentary seat.

Suzanne’s transition from trophy wife to businesswoman and then politician is apparently supposed to be seen as personal liberation. Yet her political campaign is inane. Her slogan is “Liberty Lights our Way”, which doesn’t really mean anything. We are never told what her positions are, or even if she has any. We see her visit a dairy farm, where she talks about how wonderful cheese is. In the final scene, she addresses her supporters after she has just won the election. She tells them they are her “children”. She then sings C’est beau la vie. The film ends with an overhead camera shot, with Suzanne looking upwards, surrounded by her supporters gazing adoringly at her. So, is this Ozon’s idea of feminism? The politician as Super Mom? For Ozon’s sake, I would like to believe that he is trying to be ironic here, but the cynical part of me tells me that he isn’t. After all, many liberals admire the vapid, self-promoting Arianna Huffington. What’s more the film gives the idea that there would be no problems with capitalism if we just had “good people” (most likely women) running things. If only the world were that simple.

Midnight in Paris

June 14, 2011

Instead of watching the Republicans debate, I found a better way to spend my time by going to see Woody Allen’s latest film. A Hollywood screenwriter, Gil Pender (Owen Wilson, who talks and even gestures like Woody Allen in this film), travels to Paris with his fiancée, Inez (Rachel McAdams), and with her uptight Republican parents (Kurt Fuller and Mimi Kennedy). There they run into Inez’s friends, Paul (Michael Sheen) and Carol (Nina Arianda). Since this is a Woody Allen movie, Paul turns out to be a pretentious pseudo-intellectual. Gil eventually gets weary of listening to Paul’s gaseous lectures, so he goes wandering off by himself and gets lost. When a clock strikes midnight, an antique car suddenly appears, and its occupants invite Gil to join them, which he does. Gil suddenly finds himself transported back to the Paris of the 1920’s, where he meets Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald, Hemingway, Gertrude Stein and other famous artists and writers from that era. Gil discovers that by going to the same spot every night at midnight, he can make these magical journeys into the past. During one trip, he meets a model, Adriana (Marion Cotillard), with whom he falls in love. Gil feels increasingly torn between his life in the present and his life in the 1920’s.

The famous people that Gil meets in the twenties all behave the way we imagine they would. Allen has the most fun with Hemingway (Corey Stoll), whose dialogue sounds like a parody of Hemingwayesque prose.

Midnight in Paris pokes fun at our tendency to romanticize the past. We try to escape the problems of our lives by imagining that the past was better. A very funny comedy.

13 Assassins

June 11, 2011

Takashi Miike is a prolific Japanese director whose work has acquired something of a cult following. I have previously only seen two of Miike’s films. The Happiness of the Katakuris is a musical comedy with grisly elements in it. Yatterman is a superhero fantasy with CGI effects, musical numbers, and cheesy low-budget sets and costumes. One thing the two films have in common is a very dark sense of humor. The comedic high point – or low point, if you will – in the first film comes when a 500-pound sumo wrestler suffers a fatal heart attack and crushes his underage girlfriend to death.

13 Assassins is a very different film from these two. For one thing, there’s not much humor in it – which is perhaps a good thing. There are no musical numbers – which is definitely a good thing. It is an example of what the Japanese call a jidaigeki, a historical film that (so far as I could tell) is very accurate in its period detail. It is reportedly based on a real incident.

In the early nineteenth century, the Shogun’s brother, Lord Naritsugu, is a depraved murderer and rapist. His sadistic crimes threaten to provoke a rebellion from the people. Lord Doi, a high government official, decides that Naritsugu must be assassinated before he tears the country apart. He calls upon a respected samurai, Shinzaemon (Kōji Yakusho) to carry out the deed. Shinzaemon recruits the best fighters he can find to help him. They hide out in a village, where they plan to ambush Naritsugu, who is traveling with a small army.

With its story about a small group of samurai fighting against a much larger force, 13 Assassins invites comparison with Seven Samurai. While this film is bloodier and more graphic than Kurosawa’s masterpiece, the characters are not as complex or as interesting as the ones in the latter. It also lacks Kurosawa’s narrative skill: the sword fighting scenes start to get a bit repetitive after a while. Still, if you just like an entertaining samurai film, you will surely enjoy this.

Winter in Wartime

June 6, 2011

Usually when an historical event recedes into the past, people tend to regard it with greater objectivity. However, as World War II recedes into the past, Americans seem less able to view it objectively. Instead, the media in recent years subject us to bombast about the “greatest generation ever”. When I was young, people read books like Catch-22 and Slaughterhouse-Five, two novels that took a distinctly unsentimental view of the war. Nowadays, people swoon over sentimental trash like Saving Private Ryan, in which Tom Hanks sacrifices his life, so Matt Damon can go home to his Mommy and Daddy. I think one reason for the difference is that many people in my generation had fathers or uncles who served in the war. (My father was at the Battle of Bulge.) I think that connection made the war seem more real to us than it does to young people today.

What set me to thinking about this lately is that I recently saw the Dutch film, Winter in Wartime, which was directed by Martin Koolhoven, based on a novel by Jan Terlouw. It takes place in a town in German-occupied Netherlands in January, 1945. Michiel (Martijn Lakemeier) has mixed feelings towards his father (Raymond Thiry), the town’s mayor, who tries to maintain a neutral stance towards the the Germans. He prefers his uncle, Ben (Yorick van Wageningen) who has ties to the resistance. When a British pilot, Jack (Jamie Campbell Bower) is shot down, a local member of the Resistance helps him hide from the Germans. Michiel soon learns of this, and he becomes obsessed with the idea of helping Jack escape back to Britain, even though this endangers himself and his family. In addition to being a war story, this is also a coming-of-age story, as Michiel’s illusions are eventually shattered.

As World War II adventure movies go, this one is pretty good, although there are some things in it that I found hard to believe. When, for example, the resistance hide Jack, they put him in an underground hideout that is accessed by a wooden trap door with branches glued to it. It clearly looks like a trap door, yet we’re supposed to believe that the Germans, who are combing the woods looking for Jack, fail to see it. Maybe they just have bad eyesight.

This film was released in the Netherlands in 2008. It was a huge hit in that country. Yet this film wasn’t released in the U.S. until spring of this year. Why is that? Could it be that nobody thought that people in this country would want to see a World War II movie in which the good guys are not Americans? This brings me back to the point I made at the beginning. It seems to me there is a reluctance in the media to admit that most of the war did not involve the “greatest generation ever”.

American: The Bill Hicks Story

May 31, 2011

Matt Harlock and Paul Thomas have produced this documentary about Bill Hicks, who died of pancreatic cancer at the age of 32. We learn about Hick’s childhood, growing up in a Southern Baptist family that moved around the South before settling in Texas. Hicks began doing stand-up as a teenager in Houston. His act developed with remarkable speed, and within a few years he was performing at the Comedy Store in Los Angeles. At around this time, he began experimenting with drugs and drinking heavily. He became notorious for getting drunk before going on stage, an absolute no-no in stand-up comedy. When clubs started banning him, he sobered up and quit drinking.

In his act, Hicks began to deal increasingly with controversial issues such as religion, patriotism and militarism. He was an outspoken critic of the first Gulf War. Posing as a journalist, he witnessed the Waco massacre. He saw a Bradley tank open fire on the Branch Davidian compound. He criticized the media for not reporting this.

Hicks’s death was a great tragedy. He could use someone like him today.

You can find samples of Hicks’s comedy here.

The Greatest Movie Ever Sold

May 28, 2011

I was working for Coca-Cola when the first Harry Potter movie came out. Coca-Cola had a tie-in agreement with the producers of the film. They had big cardboard displays up in supermarkets with pictures of the films’ characters and the words, “Taste the Magic”. The idea was, apparently, that just by drinking a bottle of Coca-Cola, you could experience the magical world of Harry Potter. Nobody seemed bothered by the obvious absurdity of this. It seems that people have become so used to the ludicrous claims of advertising, that nobody even thinks twice about them any more.

Morgan Spurlock set out to make a film that would be funded entirely by corporate sponsorship. His aim was to explore the effects that advertising have on our world. There are scenes of advertising executives sitting around with straight faces spouting bullshit terms like “brand collateral” and “brand personality”. Some film directors make candid admissions about the use of product placement in films. (An advertising executive boasts to Spurlock about how he once forced a movie studio to re-write a scene that showed Alka-Selzer in an unflattering light.) There’s a creepy segment about “neuromarketing”. People are placed in MRI machines, and their brain activity is studied as they watch various commercials. Spurlock visits a cash-strapped school in Broward County, Florida. The school administrators are desperately trying to raise funds by placing advertisements around the school grounds. (Spurlock gives them a list of his sponsors. They seem very grateful.)

There’s an interesting segment in which Spurlock visits Sao Paulo, Brazil, where the city government has banned outdoor advertisements. Interestingly, nobody seems to miss the old billboards. I couldn’t help but contrast this with the scenes in New York’s Times Square, with its clutter of distracting advertisements. Would our lives be any poorer without this visual noise? I don’t think so.

Throughout the film, Spurlock keeps his tongue firmly planted in his cheek. He hints to us that he may have sold out. (He prefers to say “bought in”.) In one scene, he even tries to get Ralph Nader to buy shoes from one of his sponsors. I found this film amusing to watch, but it lacked any sense of urgency. Spurlock failed to make me feel that I should care about this topic.

The Redgraves

May 23, 2011

When I heard that a book had come out about the Redgrave family, my curiosity was piqued. The Redgraves are interesting people, and an interesting book could certainly be written about them. However, judging from the extract that appears in the Daily Mail, Tim Adler’s House of Redgrave is shallow and mean-spirited. Here is a typical passage:

    Never a shrinking violet, Vanessa Redgrave knew exactly what to do when she found a listening device in an electrical socket at her home. She called a Press conference.

    It was common knowledge, she told the world in thrilling theatrical tones, that the internal security service MI5 had been bugging her conversations since she’d been a member of a Trotskyist organisation called the Workers Revolutionary Party.

    Well, she wasn’t going to stand for it. So she was making a formal complaint to the European Commission, claiming that MI5 had violated her human rights.

    Unfortunately, her grand gesture fell flat. Not only did the EU maintain that bugging radicals such as Vanessa Redgrave was ‘necessary in a democratic society’ — but it turned out that the bug had nothing to do with MI5 in the first place. It had been planted by a rival Left-wing faction.

    Anyone else might have been utterly humiliated at making a fool of themselves[sic], but not Vanessa. As her daughter Natasha once said, it never bothered her that she wasn’t liked — because being disliked gives her enormous freedom.

Now, in what sense did Vanessa Redgrave make a fool of herself? It was reasonable for her to assume that MI5 planted the bug. (MI5 does that sort of thing.) Of course, one could argue about whether this was worth holding a press conference, but there was nothing inherently foolish about that. Moreover, Adler seems strangely untroubled by the EU’s Orwellian argument that it’s necessary for a government to spy on its own citizens in a “democratic society”. As for the bug being placed by a rival left group, well, that’s just another example of the mindless sectarianism of the British Left. If Vanessa Redgrave is to be criticized for anything, it’s that she bought into that mindless sectarianism herself, though that’s not what concerns Adler here.

Elsewhere, Adler writes about Vanessa’s estrangement from her husband, Tony Richardson:

    Richardson’s betrayal, however, was hard to bear. Despite her best intentions, she felt as if she and her husband were separated by a wall of glass, each of them mouthing words the other was unable to understand.

Uh, and how does Adler know that she felt this way? He doesn’t say.

To me, an interesting question is why were Vanessa and Corin Redgrave, two intelligent people, attracted to such an obvious crank as Gerry Healy? Adler doesn’t even try to answer that.

An interesting book about the Redgraves remains to be written.

Biutiful

May 22, 2011

Biutiful is the latest film by Mexican director, Alejandro González Iñárritu. It tells the story of Uxbal (Javier Bardem), a petty criminal in Barcelona. He supplies goods from a sweatshop to undocumented African immigrants to sell on the street. He also bribes police officers to look the other way while this is going on. Uxbal leads an essentially parasitical existence, and he is clearly conflicted about it. He tries to make up for it by helping other people in various ways, but his efforts are not always successful, and in one instance the results are tragic. At the same time he tries to hold together his marriage with his wife, Marambra (Maricel Álvarez), who suffers from bipolar disorder. On top of all this, Uxbal has been diagnosed with cancer.

Biutiful is a well-crafted and convincing drama. My only criticism is of the supernatural elements in the film. It appears that Uxbal has the ability to communicate with dead people. (Such an ability would clearly be financially lucrative. So why does Uxbal have to lead a meagre existence as a not very successful criminal?) This idea is never incorporated into the story in a dramatically interesting manner. For the most part it merely means that at certain moments Uxbal looks up and sees the spirits of dead people stuck to the ceiling. For me, this whole business was merely a distraction from the main story. I would have preferred it if the film had consistently maintained its gritty realism throughout. Aside from this, I found this film deeply moving. Javier Bardem’s performance is powerful; he should have won the Oscar for Best Actor.

Meek’s Cutoff

May 15, 2011

Meek’s Cutoff, a film by Kelly Reichardt, from a screenplay by Jonathan Raymond, is inspired by a real incident. In 1845, a scout named Stephen Meek (Bruce Greenwood) leads a small group of settlers -three men, three women, and a boy – through the Oregon High Desert. The trip takes longer than expected, and the settlers begin to suspect that Meek is lost. The dialogue in this film is sparse. When the characters do speak, it is often in hushed voices, as if they are in awe of the vast, empty landscape around them. (Meek is the only character who ever really gets loud in this film.) As the days drag on, they start to run low on water. They come across a lone Indian (Rod Rondeaux), whom they take prisoner. Meek wants to kill him, but the settlers reason that he must know where water is located. They start to follow the Indian, who doesn’t speak English, but seems to know where he is going.

The film is centered around Emily (Michelle Williams). At first she is a submissive wife, (the decisions are all made by the men, without consulting the women) but as the film goes on, she begins to assert herself. She also develops a sympathetic attitude towards the Indian.

This film’s abrupt and ambiguous ending comes almost as a shock. Perhaps Reichardt is implicitly criticizing the Western genre’s tradition of having pat happy endings. In True Grit, for example, the bad guys are all killed, and the good guys survive. At the end of Meek’s Cutoff, it’s not clear whether anyone will survive. The film is more about how these people’s experiences are affecting them mentally and physically.

The film has a grittiness and simplicity that make it seem more realistic than most Westerns, certainly more so than the fake “authenticity” of True Grit. During the course of the film, the characters’ clothing becomes increasingly filthy, something that is usually not depicted in films about pioneers. The performances are good; Williams is quietly affecting as Emily.

Super

May 8, 2011

Super, written and directed by James Gunn, is about a short order cook, Frank (Rainn Wilson), whose wife, Sarah (Liv Tyler), is stolen from him by a drug dealer, Jacques (Kevin Bacon). Frank becomes depressed, and after watching a TV show about a religious superhero, he has a religious vision in which he is told to become a superhero himself. He goes to a comic book store to do research on how to be a superhero, and there he meets Libby (Ellen Page), a store employee who helps him find appropriate comic books. Franks makes a red costume for himself and takes the moniker, “The Crimson Bolt”. He roams the streets at night, attacking criminals with a wrench. (Frank’s idea of “criminals” includes a man who cuts in line at a movie theatre.) Libby eventually finds out about what Frank is doing, and she demands that he make her his sidekick, “Boltie”. However, it soon becomes clear that Libby is less interested in fighting crime than in clobbering people. Frank’s feelings towards her become conflicted, but then he has a vision telling him he must rescue Sarah. He takes Libby with him for an attack on Jacques’s heavily guarded mansion.

I found Super mostly funny in a very dark sort of way. However, towards the end the film suddenly becomes merely mindlessly violent. (The turning point comes at about the point when Frank sets a man on fire.) I suppose that itself is intended as a sort of joke. Perhaps Gunn meant this film to be an elaborate shaggy dog story: the ending is less than what we are led to expect it to be.

Rainn Wilson and Ellen Page both give very good performances. (Page is wonderfully disturbing as Libby.) I wish I could give this film an unqualified endorsement, but I can really only recommend about four fifths of it.