Berlinale 2010, Day 3 (Trouble with Actresses Counting the Damages)

Today shall be forever remembered as the day I got tickets for all three time slots! Also, the Delphi, our most hated Berlinale venue kind of made up for its ridiculously small entrance area and its general lack or organization with its take on the mandatory opening jingles: The piracy warning was not shown at all, which is highly unusual, only its soundtrack consisting of a three-tone gong could be heard. Also, the boring Berlinale fireworks jingle which has remained unchanged for a few years except for incrementing the festival edition number, got a special treatment: Instead of the fireworks, we were presented with a shot of a typical old and stuffy gallery/museum in which a middle-aged chubby museum guard was doing a dance vaguely symbolizing exploding fireworks and at the end, when the caption that’s part of the Berlinale logo came up, he suddenly shifted his hand and feet and posed as the bear from the logo, even including the bear’s slightly bulging belly! The whole cinema went wild.

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Na-neun Gon-kyeong-e Cheo-haet-da! (I’m in trouble!, ?? ??? ???!)
Republic of Korea 2009, So Sang-min, 98?

Sun-woo is, despite winning a national award, a quite unsuccessful poet in Seoul, living off odd jobs and money borrowed from his college buddy Seung-gyu, an office worker. His only other support and connection to the “real” world is his down-to-earth, sweet long-time girlfriend Yun-ah, who inexplicably still really loves him, despite him being an irresponsible, fickle, instinct-led child of a man. Of course, she suffers quite a lot because of this, as “learning from experience” seems to be a completely foreign concept to Sun-woo and we are presented countless examples of that throughout the movie.

First of all, English is not suited for subtitling Korean or Japanese movies. I guess a language which has few formal levels of politeness fits a culture that wants to see itself as comprised of (relatively) equal people, but if you use it for subtitling a language which has mindbogglingly many grammatical forms reflecting the speakers’ hierarchy towards each other you can only fail. Many relationships and feelings between the characters were expressed through the level of (in)formality they used towards each other and I’m really lucky to have immersed myself in Korean TV shows through the last months as I was able to make out the differences in politeness at least, if not understanding the finer nuances of vocabulary.
While the movie had many comical, sometimes slightly slapstick moments, it really was quite a serious matter for Sun-woo and all the people around him who had to “suffer” because of his faults. And the strong point really was the portrayal of all the people around Sun-woo, how he acts towards them, how they react and why everyone does forgive him eventually…
Some woman described it as “aimless”, because on top if this subtlety it was using quite long, slow-paced scenes and shots only sometimes breaking this atmosphere for Sun-woo’s more extreme failures. Judging from the reaction of the audience it is fine to watch without the details, but I wouldn’t say it is a must-watch if you would only have english subtitles to rely on.

The Q&A afterwards was also quite insightful, despite being cut short cruelly by the following screening. One of the better questions was why the English title was “I’m in trouble!” and not “I’m sorry!” seeing as Sun-woo apologizes countless times through the movie. The director said that while it would not be a bad title at all, it wouldn’t really reflect Sun-woo’s childish character which causes him to be quite egocentric and so “I’m in trouble!” is more fitting of him and was therefore deemed more suitable. Another question was if and how the choice of main actor influenced the movie. To this he answered that originally Sun-woo was supposed to be more quiet and serious but then he realized that the playful, slightly slapsticky feel Sun-woo’s actor had was even better than what he had in mind. Also, said actor after being asked if he took the role because he saw it as a challenge or rather because he recognised something from himself in this character hastily exclaimed in english: “NONONO, not like him!”

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Yeobaewoodeul (The Actresses, ????)
Republic of Korea 2009, Lee Jae-yong, 104?

Christmas Eve 2008: Vogue Korea decides to gather six top actresses for a photoshoot, something completely new for Korea, as everyone until then was scared of the actresses’ huge egos and how they would clash on set. As the women start competing for the prettiest dress and the best single shot, things start to become really tense, but as the shoot drags on and gets delayed they just decide t get wasted and have a quite manly, honest talk with each other…

Yeobaewoodeul heavily plays on the line between acting and reality: All of the actresses used their real names and real-life circumstances for this movie and while the director did lay out the setting and the conflicts the women should bring up among them he left them to ad-lib almost all of the dialogue and actually included all of them in the staff credits as scriptwriters. Naturally, all of the movie was hand-shot which I think wasn’t the best decision headache-wise, but I guess you have to emphasize the documentary feel. Part of the movie was great Diva Bitching™, part of it superficial women’s gossip and still another part was a quite honest discussion about the extremely high expectations people have of actresses in Korea. So it was enjoyable if you’re interested in this topic, but even more culturally specific than “I’m in trouble!”, because here it was in fact vital to catch the implied levels of respect and politeness among the actresses and if you don’t know a bit of the industry you can’t really enjoy Kim Ok-bin bragging about Song Kang-ho, or Go Hyun-jung, who looks remarkably like Lee Young-ae in some shots, complaining about her biggest rival Lee Young-ae!
Although I really enjoyed it, it has some flaws and I really wouldn’t recommend it to anyone not knowledgeable of Korean film industry, society and language (to some degree of course, you don’t have to get a PhD on it).

Fun Fact™: Just as I was writing the first review while sitting in a cinema and waiting for the next movie, an awfully (wannabe-)omniscient lady who presented herself as (as in: was not) knowledgeable of Asian cinema nagged quite a lot about both the Korean movies completely ignoring that they were quite culture-specific and someone who has no clue about Korea and more importantly doesn’t understand a bit of Korean naturally wouldn’t enjoy them half as much… Oh stupid people who think they’re hot shit, how they disgust me… (Yes, I am aware that some of the best movies tend to transcend cultural borders, but not every movie has to do that in order to achieve its goal and as an intelligent (film-)person you should be able to spot those movies…)

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El recuento de los daños (The Counting of the Damages)
Argentina 2010, Inés de Oliveira Cézar, 80?

A young man visits some factory in provincial Argentina to inspect it and recommend improvements. The night before he arrived the manager died, so things are somewhat in disorder and soon he starts an affair with the widow, while things fall apart even more. From there on it’s good old Oedipus “killing” his father and “marrying” his mother…

I honestly did like only two things about this. First, I am a sucker for soundtracks consisting of a recurring main theme played on a single instrument. And if it’s minimalistic play on silence with few notes or chord progressions i get all hot and bothered… I also liked very much that this was integrated very Dogma-style, with the younger daughter sitting at the piano in the living room and (completely unfitting of a young teenager) playing the theme like she was improvising, it had a slightly surreal feel to it. The second thing were the black screens inserted throughout the movie, each containing a number starting at one and then counting up. They were displayed every time a “damage” directly caused by the inspector’s presence in their lives was revealed. Hence, the title of the movie. Quite nice and it was great to hear the queit knowing “Aaah”s from the audience after each number, while more and more people realised what the numbers were about.
Other than that: Pacing issues, revealing too much too early, giving ridiculously obvious clues and worst of all: frequent, long panning shots with out of focus camera. Out of focus (if it’s the whole picture) is tiring on the eyes in itself but at 24 frames this goddamn panning is giving me eye cancer! Commendable affort trying to reinterpret the legend of Oedipus, too bad the execution sucked so much.
Some random girl even shouted “La~ngweilig” (Bo~ring) as the credits started to roll. Also, on a very personal note the posture, voice and general negative aura of the directorwoman (how the hell are they called correctly) drove me out of the cinema before even the first question. I’m awful, I know.

Berlinale 2010, Day 2 (Kanikousen)

Today shall be forever remembered as the day where demand ridiculously outnumbered supply, as the whole Capital Of The Jobless (Berlin) flocked into the few screenings available. From tomorrow on there will be more screenings and hopefully people will spread out a little, I did not get any tickets for two of my three time slots today!

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Kanikousen (???)
Japan 2009, Sabu, 109?

Japan in the 1920s: In the Sea of Okhotsk Japan competes with Russia for fishing grounds, guarding their crab fishing trawlers with the help of the Imperial Navy. One of those trawlers, manned with ridiculously poor Japanese men is cruelly controlled by Tony Leung the handsome, sadistic foreman and his Yakuza underling. He works the men beyond their limits only having his own profit in mind, while trying to motivate them by stating that their fishing is like fighting in a war for the glory of Imperial Japan. Life is so hard the workers almost hang themselves one day, while fantasising about their next life. Then, two of the men accidentally get lost while and encounter a Soviet ship. Saved by the Soviets, they return to the trawler and start a revolution…

Before you ask: No, that man in the picture is not Tony Leung.
Kanikousen was apparently based on an 80-year-old novel by a communist writer which lately became quite popular with young Japanese. The movie is heavily stylised with slightly surrealist scenes, including short comic interjections and is generally extremely straightforward with simple characters and a message with the subtility of a sledgehammer. If you don’t have a knack for Sabu or dislike stylised movies without a really notable plot or message, this is definitely not for you.

Berlinale 2010, Day 1 (Tuan Yuan)

This year I will help out again in blogging the Berlinale, especially as our Choco Parfait is on the wrong continent this time.
The Berlinale always has been, is and probably always will be a political festival: Founded in 1950 in a bombed-out West Berlin, surrounded by an increasingly hostile Soviet army, witnessing the 1953 Uprising being slain down one day before that year’s festival or having the Berlin Wall built shortly after the 1961 festival kinda does leave its mark. (That paragraph is shamelessly paraphrased from our dear gay, bearlike reigning mayor Klaus Wowereit’s speech at the Berlinale opening ceremony I watched minutes ago…) With that in mind it’s not a surprising move to choose Taiwan and the PRC as a topic for the opening movie.

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Tuan Yuan (Apart Together, ??)
People’s Republic of China 2009, Wang Quan’an, 93?

Liu Yansheng, a Guomindang veteran soldier is finally able to visit Shanghai, after being forced in 1949 to leave behind his great love Qiao Yu’e who was pregnant with his child. He is greeted by the slightly hesitant Yu’e and the very outgoing and generous Lu Shenmin, her husband who ironically was a PLA soldier marching into Shanghai the same day Yansheng and the rest of the GMD had to retreat to Taiwan. He brought up Yansheng’s son as his own and had two more kids with Yu’e. Yansheng also remarried and had a child, but now that his wife has been dead for three years he decides to take Yu’e back with him. After Yu’e, who still loves Yansheng, warms up to the idea they bring it up to Shenmin who surprisingly agrees to let her go. Of course, things start to get ugly after confronting their children…

Interestingly, the title in the opening credits was written in traditional characters, even though it was a PRC-produced movie. Also, is this the start of a new trend? A Chinese movie, about one woman and two men, one of which (the present husband) has a heart too big for his own good. OK, that’s about all parallels I could find between this and Zuo You and I think my association was influenced by the fact that it was at the same place, I was similarly alone and it was the first movie of the respective Berlinale.
Surprisingly(?) the political dimension of the topic was almost completely left out. One moment where it came up, was during a guided tour for the veterans, where the guide was very quick to point out that construction was underway for a building 100 metres taller than the Taipei 101 (evoking a big laugh from the audience). Other than this kind of self-ironic scene, there really were no political commentaries, which greatly helped to focus on the interactions between the three main characters. The movie showed in great detail the dynamics between the suddenly reappearing lost love, the loyal good husband and the woman hopelessly torn between her first love and the man who gave up his promising political career and many other things out of unquestioning love towards her. The actors really captured the conflicting emotions of the three main characters and the strongest scenes are the ones in which one or more of them take the lead. In all this, again quite ironically, the funniest scene is about Yu’e and Shenmin struggling with the local bureaucrats to get their divorce which results in them actually getting married, because they had no marriage certificate and this was the only way to obtain one. At the same time, watching this unexpectedly funny scene plain hurts, for obvious reasons.
Unfortunately the story of Yansheng’s seemingly no-good son (in contrast to his Taiwanese son, who is a successful businessman) was not brought out more and the story of Na-na, the granddaughter of Yu’e and Shenmin who was in charge of showing Yansheng around as she was the only non-hostile family member also seemed kind of hollow and pointless to the movie. So while it had some really strong character interaction and great actors there were parts where it definitely didn’t live up to its potential.

PS: Please forgive this convoluted mess of a post. I didn’t write an English text for who knows how long and it’s almost 3AM right now…

What makes a slow film enjoyable?

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Il Deserto Rosso

Ah, I love Antonioni. It doesn’t even really matter what is happening in his movies (although I guess you can interpret a lot into them if you want); nothing really happens after all. All I personally care about his films is how they look like, where “Le Amiche” is the big exception. Sometimes when I feel like blogging about it, I might go into detail about why it felt like I am missing Antonioni’s look in it, but the story itself was marvelous. “Il Deserto Rosso” however, is very similar to “Blow-up” and “L’Eclisse” when it comes to style.

And what style! The use of colors, the empty look of the characters and the cold way they speak coldly with each other when talking about the most personal things – that is all so Antonioni. Since this is his fourth movie I am seeing, I can now say with certainty that I am in love with Antonioni’s cinematography and that “Il Deserto Rosso” is no exception. I could try thinking about how red and blue are used in the film, but ultimately I don’t get it. Is it standing for men and women? For the industry and sex? I don’t know.

Perhaps it comes down to the fact that I think Monica Vitti is extremely hot and no matter which role she plays, she’s just perfect in them. Then again, Blow-up made a huge and positive impression on me without starring Monica Vitti at all. Nevertheless, whenever she does appear, she outshines everybody else around her. She would have been the star if she had appeared in “Le Amiche”, and it’s probably very good that she didn’t.

Somehow the best scene of the whole film was Giuliana’s story. When she tells her son something like that, you immediately know that this story means nothing yet everything in a film, just like in „The Trial“, the parabel towards the end of the book is an allegory for the whole book. Just like for “The Trial”, I don’t quite see its meaning here, especially since this film seems to be a love story, yet the girl’s story doesn’t seem to hint at it at all.

Antonioni’s characters never love except in “Le Amiche”, perhaps that is why I prefer that particular film over all of them. Even in this film, love never seems to be an issue despite the one amusing and the other slightly disgusting sex scene. Nevertheless, I have high hopes for the other two films from his trilogy (“L’Avventura” and “La Notte”), where alienation in love is the main theme after all. Those two, and then there is “Zabriskie Point”, “Professione: Reporter” and “The Passenger”… except for Jim Jarmusch, I fear that I am never going to be able to see all the films of my favorite directors.

Listenerotik: When is the combination of film and sex not okay?

So this is the situation: You are watching a movie with someone of your preferred sex (hrr hrr) and this person starts with some random sexual activities. These are films I would definitely find unsuited for that, in cooperation with Pixi X3

  • JSA
  • Dogville
  • Full Metal Jacket
  • One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest
  • 4 luni, 3 s?pt?mâni ?i 2 zile
  • La Haine
  • Dancer in the Dark
  • Festen
  • Huo Zhe
  • La Strada
  • M – Eine Stadt sucht einen Mörder
  • Requiem for a Dream
  • The Motorcycle Diaries

Anything I have forgotten? I’m sure there is lots…

Springtime in a Small Town

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There are a number of very specific genres or recurrent themes in movies that I like a lot. Road movies for example, or wedding comedies (or any of those social criticisms that requires a large ensemble interacting), and for love stories, I like the triangle the most. “Jules et Jim” is one of my favorite films partially because it is a triangle love story – and what a story at that!

“Springtime in a Small Town” is probably the direct opposite of “Jules et Jim”, the female is married and her whole dilemma lies in the fact that she is unable to show her feelings. To me, she comes off a little stand-offish and cold, but at the same time one cannot help but feel pity for her who was once rejected when she was a young girl. The whole movie is much more about her and her misfortune than the feelings of the men who are in love with her.

In that respect, I find the story to be brilliant in its simplicity. It’s so generic that it could come off as boring, but the way it is presented feels very realistic. It’s just unfortunate that I did not like the actors. Every single one of them felt incredibly unreal, the way they were talking (except the little sister) gives off an incredible awkwardness, at least to me. I am quite positive that I would hold the film in much higher esteem if .

Finally, I would not actually recommend the film although I personally liked it to some degree. What the film managed to do however it made me really, really curious about the original Spring in a Small Town. I believe that the film must have been very modern for its time, and I wonder whether it really deserved its many praises.

Where is the friends’ home?

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There is not much to say about this movie, but it’s pure Kiarostami brilliance. You have to ‘see’ it. I still remember the first 15 minutes of Close-Up that I watched, where I was wondering what his movies are all about. “Where is the friends’ home?” is probably one of the simplest examples showing what Kiarostami’s movies are all about: Humanity. I read in a few articles that his movies tend to ask many questions and become very multi-faceted pseudo-deep stories, but this film (as well as this short film that shows nothing but the faces of women in a movie theater crying) is executed in a very straight-forward and unpretentious way while unveiling a surprisingly complex world in a hidden level.

As slow as the movie proceeds, it is extremely deep in the way it shows the world from a child’s eye. We don’t see many things happening, but from the few bits of dialogue and details of what the child does, a lot of information seems to be subtly conveyed: The unfairness of adults towards children, the deeply-rooted traditions of rural life and finally the strong and honest character of the boy.

However, I also think that the slowless of the film would keep many people up from even attempting to watch it. Most people who watch the film probably do so upon hearing Kiarostami’s name, and someone who knows Kiarostami probably also knows a few other film makers. Kiarostami’s films are a love or hate thing, I am sure of that.

Finally I must admit that I am slightly unhappy with the end: Sure, it’s a touching end, but somehow I was disappointed that the boy did not truly succeed. This is very silly of me, because I assume that one of the messages of the film is that it is not the destination that matters but the way. The more I think about the film, the more I come to like it and the more I seem to discover in it. Maybe this is the true wonder of “Where is the friends’ home?”

“Le Marais” is still my favorite

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Mala Noche

Now *I* had a bad night yesterday, which is solely due to the fact that I went to sleep after midnight and woke up 8 hours later. Is it that 8 hours of sleep is not enough (that would be scary) or because I just went to sleep too late?

At any rate, no bad night can be as bad as the night which gave the movie its title. I must admit that I’m not really sure what to think about the movie. It’s exactly what I expected from Gus van Sant’s debut, after having seen Elephant and Gerry, but on the other hand, I didn’t expect it to be in black and white, and perhaps I also expected some slightly more fleshed-out characters. Ultimately, people don’t speak much in this film, and for somebody whose relationships rely mostly on dialogue, I can’t quite get into their relationship, nor really take it for serious. (Perhaps this is what I’m doing wrong.) I know that Gus van Sant has always been like this, he shows more than he tells, but in that case he could have gotten rid of the narration too?

Luckily, the actor playing Walt is a capable one and makes his characters and feelings look authentic. Authenticism is probably the strongest point of the film altogether: Despite the lack of color and dialogue, everything feels very real and even though I have never been to Portland, I imagine it to be exactly like in this film. Plus, props for being able to pull this movie off with 25,000$. I still can’t forgive „Once“ for spending like 130,000 for no apparent reason.

Apart from that, the film really was full of way too beautiful men together? XD I definitely have preferred most of Gus van Sant’s other films over this one (and I especially have a guilty weakness for his kitsch Hollywood movies „Good Will Hunting“ and „Finding Forrester“), but I do think that this is quite a strong debut. In many ways, I find this film to be a lot like „Permanent Vacation“, another beautiful independent debut. And objectively, “Mala Noche” is the much better film.

If you forgive us Michel Friedman, we’ll forgive you the holocaust

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Nuit et Brouillard

My system of eating while watching a movie didn’t quite work out this time. I should have known beforehand, but ultimately the desire of throwing up was just too large. Now I have finished the film, but not my meal!

The title refers to something a Jewish cabaretist is supposed to have said, and I laughed when I heard that. Of course, only a Jew would be allowed to make a joke like that.

What should I say, “Nuit et Brouillard” deserves its recognition. It is far different from your typical “Nazi documentation” and the emotion it evokes are indescribable for me. The atmosphere is slowly built up throughout the film and reaches its pinnacle of density and creepiness shortly before the end, and while I have seen these images many times in my life, I was very moved. The way this hypocritical and wrong peacefulness is shown left quite a long lasting impression on me. I still want to throw up, although my pasta sauce turned out extremely delicious.

I think “Nuit et Brouillard” cannot quite stand for itself, it’s more that it calls for you to find more about it (although, who of us hasn’t learnt about it a million times?) and to find answers to the questions raised in the film, making it the perfect film to study in school I guess. I am not sure if I would have appreciated it back then when I was in school though, hmmm! I might not have seen that this is great cinema.

Finally, I must admit that I’m not sure what to think about “Nuit et Brouillard”. In the past, I attempted watching this film 3 or 4 times but never went over the first 3 minutes. The prospect of watching a film where you actually know the whole content, plus it’s a documentary, is not a very intriguing one for me. But in the end, I think it was totally worth it.

What do you usually do between your breaks?

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Mélo

For me, the best time for watching a movie now has become the time when I eat lunch and dinner. With a little prolonged lunch, I can easily watch one movie a day. Sadly, I can’t do that every day considering that preparing food takes a little time too.

So, I have watched Mélo over the day yesterday, and after disliking “Providence” and somewhat disliking “On connaît la Chanson”, I really thought I would never find a Resnais film I like – but now I did! Mélo is delightful. It is very different from all the other triangle love stories I have seen so far (in fact, less dramatic and much funnier), and I suppose that is a good thing. Nothing about the story of Mélo is deep in any way, whereas Jules and Jim felt so incredibly emotional to me; it’s more that Resnais is incredibly intellectual. Every single actor in Mélo is absolutely great (and they are long time favorites of mine too), and while the story unfolded extremely slowly, it never felt empty at all.
Nevertheless, as it is always with films like these, Mélo got me thinking and throughout the day, I recapitulate the scenes of the film: Dussolier’s amazing tale of his ex-girlfriend, Azéma’s craziness before her suicide and finally the extremely well-made scene in which Arditi switches between being a friend and a rival to Dussolier. Thinking about that makes me realize that I do find Resnais to be a great director. He just made too many films that escape my mind.

I wonder if certain actors who made an impact on you would always remain in that role for you. I have seen Sabine Azéma the first time in Tanguy; André Dussolier impressed me a lot in “On connaît la chanson” and I know Pierre Arditi from back then when I was really small and watched the “Comte de Monte Cristo” on TV. For me, Azéma would always play one of those slightly neurotic females, Dussolier would always be the super sensual and somewhat charming lover and Pierre Arditi is always the unhappy husband or father. (I love his unhappy face!) And since all three of them are associated with comedies, I would always see them with a little smile on my face. They don’t really take themselves serious, and I keep getting a feeling that they don’t either. The film is delightful with its witty dialogue and feels slightly distant at times; I believe that is mostly the merit of the main characters.

Furthermore, I find it amazing how Fanny Ardant comes second in the credits but she barely had any scenes in the film, tsk tsk. It seems at that time, she really was more famous than the other three.

At any rate, “Mélo” was great and I am not so opposed to seeing Resnais’ other movies anymore, like “Last Year at Marienbad” or “Nuit et Brouillard”. Oh yeah, there also is “Hiroshima mon Amour”, ugh… Well, I am sure “Mélo” is the best!