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Whisper If I Forget (Unutursam Fısılda) - Çagan Irmak, 2014
(4/5)
After losing everything she owns, an ageing pop star returns to her family home in rural Turkey where she is greeted by her sister with bitterness. After 40 years apart, Hatiche explains the reason for her return; she has been diagnosed with early stage Alzheimer's and needs to be cared for. Through a number of extended flashbacks, the reasons for Hatife's anger towards her estranged sister are revealed and the tragic story of Hatiche's pop star alter-ego Lady Alperi, her relationship with her lover, the catalyst for these events, Tarik and the years of anguish of a sister left behind to pick up the pieces is unfolded.
Irmak's film is an emotional tale that draws on influences from Almodovar in particular but allows its characters to explore the humour and humanity of their situations. It is a story of passion to art, unrequited love and the inevitable vagaries of fame. Işıl Yücesoy as the embittered sister steals the film from a cast of masterful performances.
This was the first film screened as part of the three day Coventry Middle East Film Festival.
The screening of Winter Light was cut short because of too fast subtitles
I was really enjoying the Middle East Film Festival up until then though
Listen to Nicolas Jaar’s Incredible Soundtrack to the 1968 Film ‘The Color of Pomegranates’
Middle East Film Festival tomorrow where half the film shown are Ceylan.
Yesssssss.
Letter Never Sent - Mihail Kalazatov, 1959
Letter Never Sent - Mikhail Kalatazov, 1959
(5/5)
Along the banks of the Taiga, Siberia, an expedition team, sent to find diamonds and invoke the new industrial revolution in the Soviet Union, find themselves subject to a long summer of unrequited love, jealousy, and disappointment. When all hopes are almost lost, the team find what they have been desperately searching for, only to be forced into the Siberian wilderness by a colossal forest fire.
Kalatazov's Letter is a poetic masterpiece. Beautifully composed through a combination of ballet, shadow dance and tragedy even the supermensch idolatry of the Soviet worker cannot spoil it.
ok, sure.
this whole american beauty thing happened because i was joking around with communicants about how everything is fine in blogger-land until you start trashing a popular movie and then everyone hates you. i was like ‘lol who cares’ but he was sort of right.
anyway, this got me to thinking & i decided that if i had any integrity at all, i’d rewatch american beauty to see if it sucked as much as i remember it sucking. it really, really did. so here are some thoughts on that:
i think the main take-away from rewatching this film is that it wildly off the mark in so many areas, but chiefly, in its depiction of human behavior. it is overtly writerly, in the way of a freshman year screenplay by a kid who is inexplicably angry about his privilege and Thinks He Knows What’s Up. rewatching it, it struck me that american beauty is a teenager’s idea of what adults are like and an adult’s idea of what teenagers are like. both are outrageously off-base and the combination of juvenile cynicism and middle-aged faux-profundity (and vice versa) is truly laughable.
speaking of laughable, this film surely has the most howlers in its script than any other best picture winner (besides, maybe, CRASH). just a SAMPLE of terrible, cringe-worthy lines i wrote down while watching:
"what a lame-o" (opening lines)
"in a way, I’m dead already" (PLZ! the entire omniscient narration is hideous)
"this country is going straight to hell" is a line of dialogue used for character development bc subtlety who cares right
the incredible lolita-esque rootbeer exchange ("ooh is that root beer? I looove root beer don’t you?”)
wes bentley’s "welcome to America’s weeeirdest home videos," a line so terrible, it should disqualify this movie from plaudits till the end of time
spacey to suvari: “You like Pink Floyd???” wow what a cool teenager you are not like the other teenagers
"beep me anytime, day or night" (in a universe where drugs are gay and beepers are cool!)
"I’m just an ordinary guy with nothing to lose" is an actual line of dialogue in this movie that re-states the theme for the MILLIONTH TIME
"I was filming this dead bird…because it’s beautiful"
"the bag was just…dancing with me" (we don’t even have TIME to go into the groaning awfulness of the infamous Plastic Bag Scene…my heart can’t take it!)
bening’s mid-coital “fuck me, your majesty” (this line is actually great)
and then there’s this
"I don’t think there’s anything worse than being ordinary" you know alan ball thinks he’s a genius
and the final shit-topping on turd mountain, spacey’s closing omniscient narration, "It’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world" (smdh), in which he addresses an unnamed "you" because he’s Teaching You A Lesson do you get it
Carpe the Diem by fucking teenage girls and smoking weed, guys you will get shot in the head by a virulent homophobe but it’ll be okay bc you’ll be a Cool Martyr Who Played By His Own Rules
i mean, i haven’t even talked about how awful this movie treats its female characters. just to sum up:
a financially comfortable white guy hates his life so he treats his daughter and wife horribly to feel FREE and he’s so FREE that he decides Quit His Job (so brave) and to try to fuck his daughter’s underage bff (so noble)
the dude’s wife decides to engage in an affair with another man because she’s being ignored & maligned at home and the film still treats this, not as a victory for personal freedom as it does for kevin spacey, but as a betrayal of her family. she’s a whore and a bad wife and mother. kevin spacey is cool.
the daughter (thora birch) is portrayed as being complicit in her creepy neighbor’s voyeurism and borderline stalking behavior. in fact, she LOVES it.
the daughter’s friend (mena suvari) is portrayed as being complicit, encouraging—even begging—for kevin spacey’s creepy affections. suvari’s character’s self-worth is defined by her sexual objectification but really she’s just A Sad Virgin. she gets to be madonna AND whore, but never a real person of any believable substance.
allison janey as the ‘not all there’ wife of chris cooper’s character. always around when the story needs her, especially when her husband or son needs some Character Development.
BONUS AWFULNESS: kevin spacey gets his groove back by hanging out with the neighborhood gays! so helpful, those neighborhood gays.
the counterargument to this entire critique of course, is that american beauty is a comedy. hey, dude, it’s a SATIRE of AMERICAN LIFE. because the suburbs suck, maaaan. if you want to experience a truly black comedy about the “dark side of american suburbs,” it needs to embrace the true weirdness, cruelty and INEXPLICABLY of human capriciousness. if you want a film that explores this, watch BLUE VELVET. american beauty is the IDEA of complexity wrapped up in metaphor with a nice, neat, shit-eating grin of a bow on top. there is nothing here that resembles a human being in any way. which wouldn’t bother me, except that it purports to be about the truth of human beings & their interactions in a way which is monstrously disingenuous.
the worst part of this is that the actors in this film are by & large very talented and capable of doing great things. and it was shot by conrad hall, for god’s sake!! but there’s no disguising this turd sandwich of a script.
but, i mean, this movie won 5 oscars and made $350+ million worldwide, so fuck me, right?
Three Colors: White | Krzysztof Kieślowski | 1994
Almanac of Fall | Béla Tarr | 1984
Kontroll - Nimrod Antal, 2003
(3.5/5)
Set within the channels of Budapest's underground Metro, Kontroll follows the charismatic Bulcsú, a ticket inspector working, and living, purgatorially, below the surface. The film follows his encounters with a host of unsavoury characters and colleagues as a series of apparent suicides occur. Through these encounters Bulcsú's life outside is vaguely revealed, as is the suspicious nature of his character.
Kontroll is an engaging though flawed dark comedy which relies a little too heavily on amateurish tropes to carry along its story. However, it is still an inventive work from a director who fails to impress in later Hollywood ventures.
The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly | Sergio Leone | 1966
El Topo - Alexandro Jodorowsky, 1970
(4/5)
Jodorowsky's Acid Western, and mother of the Midnight Movie, sees the eponymous El Topo (played by the director) wander through various arenas of death and ultraviolence before being forced to kill four masters in the desert to claim the love of his female companion. When this later goes awry, he is taken to an underground cave inhabited by a community of deformed, incestuous men and women and promises to liberate them by helping to dig a tunnel to the outside. Thus begins his story of redemption, love and tragedy.
Visionary and absurd but nonetheless wonderful.
Saló, or 120 Days of Sodom - Pier Paolo Pasolini, 1975
(4/5)
Pasolini's transportation of De Sade's 18th Century work to Northern Italy in 1944 explores the depravity of the Nazi machine. In it, 18 men and women of almost equal numbers are held against their will within the confines of a country mansion where they are subjected to hear the sexual histories of their captors, forced to eat their own excrement as play, tortured and raped.
Not for the faint of heart (or stomach), yet impossible to dismiss, Pasolini's vision of fascism and its effect on the psyche is a masterpiece with an obvious influence on the likes of Derek Jarman and Ken Russell.
Daisies ('Sedmikrásky'), Věra Chytilová - 1966
4/5
Two young women, discontent with a 'bad' world, make a pact to be equally as bad and embark upon a series of small adventures in which they reign dominant over men and the materialistic domain of the bourgeousie.
Colourful and hilarious, Věra Chytilová creates a short feature typical of the Czech New Wave and yet exceptional in its approach.
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