12 films marathon #2: If there was (another?) remake of this, I’m sure the brother would be gay

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Holiday

This is the problem with playing it safe when choosing films to see: It is increasingly tough for them to exceed your expectations if you already have very concrete expectations of the film. As for me, I think that screwball comedies are my favorite genre of all times, but then again – how many I have seen! For many reasons, I assume that nothing can dethrone “His Girl Friday” as my favorite, very closely followed by “The Shop around the Corner”. Even in terms of screwball love comedies with Cary Grant and Katherine Hepburn, I’d say that “Bringing Up Baby” was better because it had so much more energy.

But what can I say, ultimately this is a very lovely screwball comedy after all. There are a few more I am particularly interested in but at this point I have probably seen the major ones. I wonder why there isn’t all that much more, but maybe it is not too easy to come up with a good story, good lines and good actors. Plus there are comedies, such as “The Women” which cannot technically be classified as screwball even though the humor comes very close.

Ultimately I suppose I don’t really buy this “man wants to marry woman but falls in love with her sister” kind of story, especially since (yet again?) Cary Grant’s role did not seem to have much of a choice than having to “settle” for the sister since the fiancée didn’t want to go with him. It is just ultimately not a story where the main couple displayed all that much chemistry, but some of the characters (the friends, the brother!) as well as many wonderful scenes (“It looks like me”) saved the day. I laughed out loud a few times, though perhaps Cary Grant’s clumsy face alone makes me want to burst into laughter.

But still, “Bringing Up Baby” had a much better, fierce Katherine Hepburn. This is an absolutely great film in itself, it just can’t compare to certain others of its genre.

12 films marathon #1: What a fairytale

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12 Angry Men

The premise is great, there is no doubt about that: There is a sure-fire case and the whole movie discusses nothing but, well, the jury’s discussion. I think there is a certain beauty associated with that: A film that does not try to be too much, but delivers one simple story effectively.

This is one of those films that is so brilliant that its bad points stand out more than if it were ‘merely’ a mediocre film. First, I didn’t like how some of the characters were too easy to see through. Especially the racist guy’s final monologue was excruciatingly long and painful because of that – nobody would ever talk like this, even though aspects of its speech were exactly mirroring certain people’s (“I have a lot of gay friends” or “Of course there are exceptions”). But nowadays, racists are beyond the point of saying things like these which would uncover them as obviously racist, people are much more subtle, making it so much more difficult to talk to them. Second, I am not a huge fan at how the main character was bringing out one argument at a time. It’s wonderful for the film’s development and suspense that goes with it, but I just find it too unbelievable for its own good. Most of all, though, I was horribly annoyed at how some of the arguments were played out. At first, some guy wanted to say “not guilty”, was asked why to which he replied something like “I can make my own decisions, I don’t have to tell you”. Later on, somebody else wanted to plead “not guilty”, is being asked the same thing but for no reason is being forced to give reasons. This movie is a little bit too partial for its own good, and slightly inconsistent at that.

But, what can I say – wonderful premise and absolutely great execution; the actors were fairly brilliant. This film could (might?) have been shot on a budget and would work perfectly as a theatre play. Maybe I am partial to the type of film that could as well have been a theatre play, but in many ways, this is quite a unique yet simple story. I think this is something quite educational for children to see indeed.

Berlinale 2011, day 9 (fangirls encore)

Hyun Bin again. The Korean girl-mob was civil until, completely unannounced, the director was followed by Hyun Bin coming on stage for the Q&A. Girls of all ages went wild, even some non-Koreans in-the-know and the rest of the audience immediately applied their best WTF-face. The poor director stated that he’s quite nervous with so many people staring intently at him but then added that the vast majority is probably looking at Hyun Bin so he feels a little less burdened.

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Man Chu (Late Autumn, ??)
South Korea, Hong Kong, China, USA 2010, Kim Tae-Yong, 113′

Anna, a foreign-born Chinese woman spending a term in prison for murdering her husband gets bailed out for three days to attend her mother’s funeral in Seattle. On the way, she meets Hoon, a Korean call-boy who immediately takes an interest in her and they end up spending her time in Seattle together.

Beautiful disconnected people, walking through beautiful shots in a beautiful scenery. This movie feels more western than any wannabe-American action blockbuster Asia ever produced. Nonetheless it is a very charming piece about two people aimlessly disconnected from the reality around them, walking around in a beautifully foggy Seattle (including a Farmer’s Market, ahaha…) Maybe not a big revelation as a movie, but I can think of hundreds of movies I would have been less inclined to watch.

Berlinale 2011, day 8 (the one with no witty description)

Why do people applaud movies where the film team is either dead or absent, or both? (Just laughed at myself about the thought of a present-but-dead film crew…) Self-presentation is a disgustingly dominant human feature. (Cue the irony of me self-importantly pointing out my appearance on camera in yesterday’s post.)

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Don’t let the picture fool you, the film was shot in very nice colour.

Daikon to Ninjin (Radish and Carrot, ?????)
Japan 1964, Shibuya Minoru, 107′

Tokichi Yamaki has loyally served his company for 30 years. Correct in every aspect of his life but having no real ambition he is still only section chief, which his wife and his four daughters like to point out. One day, after selling his stocks to help his irresponsible younger brother he suddenly vanishes.

What a delightful, funny Ozu movie, despite not being an Ozu movie! (side note: I discovered a totally awesome Ozu DVD collection in Poland (of all places!) recently) I guess it shows, when you do an hommage to Ozu, based on a script outline of his. It was the kind of playful, witty serious comedy I’d expect from Billy Wilder, only a little less wild and much more Japanese. The film was shot in the same year the Shinkansen started running, so we had many prominent shots with it. Disregarding its great entertainment value it was highly interesting to see that in 1964 Japan was on one side the classic wooden Ozu-Japan but on the other side things like the Shinkansen, love hotels and many typical features of modern Japan were already starting to show.

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Tropa de Elite 2 – o inimigo agora é outro (Elite Squad 2 – The enemy within)
Brazil 2010, José Padilha, 116′

Ten years later, Nascimento has lost his marriage but is winning the war against the drug trade. Unfortunately, the drug trade is neither the biggest, nor the most dangerous enemy and now things “get personal”.

You could have tacked this onto Tropa de Elite and no one would be able to tell that this is not the same movie, Padilha managed to exactly copy style and feeling of the first movie while throwing a big helping of “dark” in there. Like the first movie, it carefully balances between admiring The Fist Of Brutal Righteousness that is BOPE and the grim consequences and collateral damage of cleaning up with no holding back. In fact, the educational twist that these methods may not be, at least to this degree of consequence, the best for all involved doesn’t happen until about 10-15 minutes before the end of the movie, which is quite a bit later than in its predecessor. Definitely a worthy successor although it doesn’t win points for originality; it really doesn’t have to anyway. It is however close to the perfect sequel and that alone is a big achievement.

Berlinale 2011, day 7 (Korea is everywhere)

Go there, play the red carpet stream from 6:30 onwards, look for me. Nyahaha.
In other news: As can be seen in the aforementioned video, Berlin is actually a former German town, occupied by the fangirl battalion of South Korea. There were honestly more Koreans present than any other nationality. Two girls that stood in line before me and then sat next to me seemed to have come from Korea for this…

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Saranghanda, saranghaji anneunda (Come Rain, Come Shine, ????, ???? ???)
South Korea 2011, Lee Yoon-ki, 105′

He drives her to the airport, she tells him it’s over, there’s another man. A few days later she is almost done packing, he helps her pack and invites her for a last dinner at their favourite restaurant. A lost cat breaks up the literally downcast day.

Lee Yoon-ki again (for the record: I disagree with the Queen’s review), with a breakup story! I did have high expectations for this, especially after loving My Dear Enemy even more after rewatching it. I wasn’t let down. Although the story wasn’t half as fun, it was in fact 95% pain, I enjoyed that pain very much. While I still enjoy slow movies, I have lost a lot of patience for seemingly pointless, overly long mood-making sequences, because in most cases I have the impression they are used to hide the scriptwriter’s or the director’s flaws. Not here, though: Saranghanda was easily the slowest movie I have watched this year and equally easily the one that made the best use of slow pacing. Most of the time they just shuffle about the house, doing nothing of value, saying nothing. The excellent choice of shots, the absolutely stylish house I totally fell in love with and the realisation that both Im Su-Jong and Hyun Bin are actually worthy actors made the movie a really great experience. Maybe I am connecting too much with the characters, pouring too much of my own feelings and interpretation into this, but I really felt the emotions inside them while they displayed an extremely subtle show, if at all. Also, the comparatively lively scenes with the neighbours produced a nice break of pace with great moments of Awkward. Oh facades, how great you are as a topic. On another note: I very much liked the first take of them driving to the airport, that must have been a bitch to film.
It was not perfect though: for some scenes I would have shaved a couple seconds off, or a minute here and there, asides from these very mild pacing issues however, I was thoroughly “pleased”, if you can call it that.

Berlinale 2011, day 6 (the one without a single asian)

I did not watch an Asian movie today. I really didn’t, I swear!

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The Guard
Ireland, United Kingdom 2010, John Michael McDonagh, 96?

Gerry Boyle is a Garda sergeant in Connemara, a small town on the Irish west coast. He’s everything but a model officer but he does his work and life is quiet until one day, the drug trade with the FBI in tow pay a visit to his town.

Did you watch In Bruges? Liked it? Watch this then, you will be absolutely in love. I first thought this was the same director, not just his brother. Amateur philosopher gangsters, racist village cops and a lot of witty dialogue all with great music and beautifully shot. Just like In Bruges, we see a delightfully funny Brendan Gleeson become the unexpected hero and the single best line to describe him comes from the black FBI agent: “I just can’t tell if you’re motherfuckin’ dumb or motherfuckin’ smart”.

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Dernier étage gauche gauche (Top Floor Left Wing)
France, Luxembourg 2010, Angelo Cianci, 93?

September 11th (not 2001): Francois leaves his suburban home to evict people from their homes, like every day. This time however he is taken hostage by a small time drug dealer and his father and the mayor, seeing an opportunity for publicity, sets the whole machinery of police and press in motion. This brings a lot of unprecedented attention to the typical banlieue neighbourhood and while the situation shifts and the mood gets more and more tense the dealer decides that the best way to get ouf this mess is to incite an uprising in the neighbourhood and disappear in the ensuing chaos.

This was an awesome mixture of unexpected amounts of witty fun, biting criticism and a lot plot twists and turns. What starts out as a seemingly predictable hostage movie with the young dealer as a testosterone-controlled primate you’d like to just shoot in the head, very quickly shifts into a great dissection of personal and general issues and motives with a cathartic end, that does not really offer a solution, but shows in a very charming way, that the truth is always infinitely more complex than you can see on the surface.

I would love to wear men’s clothes more

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Coco Before Chanel

I’m not sure if I liked the movie. There is not all that much to say about it, and to be honest, most of the story is absolutely forgetful. It’s a very, very typical biography in which you don’t really know if it’s supposed to be a love story or not, with the intent of depicting a real person’s life, all the while knowing that this depiction is disgustingly unfaithful to the true Coco Chanel.

So perhaps my biggest annoyance with the film is indeed how un-truthful it is to Coco Chanel – that she is not that ‘cool’ of a woman; that her views of life are perhaps not exactly how she is described in this film, considering that she has had love affairs throughout her life, and used her connections extensively. She had a great style, but I really am not sure whether she is more influential because of her style but more because she knew all those people. We used to look down on women who sleep through the world to get what they want, but it seems like there is the Napoleon effect here: If you made it big, suddenly you have to be viewed as revolutionary woman who is ambitious instead of slutty.

At any rate though, I am very in love with the Coco in the film. She is a lovely young lady and even if I don’t quite always agree with her treatment of the poor baron, she puts on an attitude which I adore very much. Everybody wants to be somebody, especially when you are proud and talented, and I think it is portrayed in a lovely way here.

Ultimately I don’t recommend this film to anybody else, considering that I watched it for three reasons: a) Audrey Tautou, b) Anne Fontaine, c) the clothing style of Mademoiselle Chanel. Apart from that, there really is absolutely no reason. I wonder when they will make a movie on Vivienne Westwood – women in fashion are indeed so much more fascinating. Why is it that we have to let men dictate what we wear, after all?