Berlinale 2013, day 2 (the value of progress)

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W imi?… (In the Name of…)
Poland 2012, Ma?go?ka Szumowska, 102′

Father Adam, a catholic priest in rural Poland, is both a successful youth social worker and a pained homosexual. He has been able to somehow suppress his feelings but after being moved to his newest village church where he establishes a center for delinquent male youths and meets the eerily quiet son of a farmers’ family things get tough.

TL;DR closet suffering slice-of-life

Adam’s story is depicted with lots of blatant symbolism, referring to the passion of Christ and many obvious devices as hand-held cameras in scenes of turmoil or sweeping shots for moments of clarity and transcendence. It sounds like something which should fail easily, however it becomes obvious that it is done deliberately and somehow it works, especially for creating the few moments of comic relief which make Adam’s life seem bearable. The story is full of both little moments of happiness and personal tragedy, both serious and comic. For the former there is a quite wonderful scene where after Adam teaches Lukasz to swim they get themselves lost in a huge corn field, running around and screaming like monkeys, only hearing each other. One of the best tragic scenes is when Adam drinks himself unconscious and dances with the Pope. Szumowska shows a very sympathetic but also human picture of Adam and his troubles, on one hand he does go after those adolescent boys straight out of puberty, on the other he is cautious and loving and never forces any of them, it’s just that as a priest his love can not be. It is a surprisingly good picture of a man in constant turmoil.

Berlinale 2013, day 1 (the value of humility)

So it’s this time of the year again. As a blatant disregard to the concept of humility Wong Kar Wai is president of the jury and promptly decides to use his latest Zhang-Ziyi-and-Tony-Leung-vehicle as the opening movie. Not that it would stop me from watching, it’s a tradition after all and how could you stay mad at him when someone decided to decorate the trees in front of the theatre like that:
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Berlinale 2012, closing comments and ranking

So “Cesare deve morire” got the Golden Bear. Quite unexpected. I can not say anything about the other competition films as this is the only one I watched. I am however not opposed at all; it was definitely great and I am happy that this time it was not the same blatant political shuffling as last year.

Continuing in my tradition of not really being clear in my reviews, I shall remedy this at least in part by ranking the films so you may get a hint on how much I enjoyed things:

  1. Parada
  2. Rent-A-Neko
  3. Cesare deve morire
  4. Kazoku no kuni
  5. Love
  6. Nuclear Nation
  7. Koi ni itaru yamai
  8. Highway
  9. From Seoul to Varanasi
  10. 10+10
  11. My Way

My criteria and weighting from last year’s ranking still apply. Unlike last year, we have cut-off which is just above last place. Watching “My way” was not completely worth the time and money invested. Everything above the cut-off is relatively close together, the cut-off also marks a great jump in enjoyment, so “10+10” far example was quite interesting despite being second-last.

Thank you for reading and may you have found something new to add to your endless lists!

Berlinale 2012, day 7 (Taiwan Day!)

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10+10 (???)
Taiwan 2011, Hou Hsiao-Hsien and 19 others, 114′

Initiated by the Taipei Golden Horse Film Festival, Hou Hsiao-Hsien and 19 other Taiwanese film makers made 5-minute shorts free from limitations regarding content or form.

Like any omnibus film, this one spans a wide range of style, genres and quality. Comedies about offering a movie screening (what lovely meta) at an extremely remote miniature shrine, about the problems that arise when you need to shoot a film for the Mainland and your location has a ROC flag plastered over it, about a young couple and their incompetent moving crew. Short vignettes about a cute rural bus driver, about a 100-year-old man, about the importance of family, about old pop songs, about a girl with stage-fright who ruins her rehearsal but then accidentally becomes a great star, etc. Some are just outright strange, like the tourist ad, turning silent film, turning pointless rape attempt.
Unfortunately not everyone was able to produce interesting or high quality material. There are other, better films of this kind but if you are at least slightly interested in Taiwan you should have a look, there’s always the fast-forward button.

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Love (?)
Taiwan, PRC 2011, Doze Niu, 127′

Yijia is pregnant with Kai’s child, who is her best friend Ni’s boyfriend. She contemplates abortion, as Kai is not interested in her at all. Ni shoots down Kai’s desperate advances to win her back. Meanwhile Kuan, Yijia’s brother who works at a hotel and a car wash meets the flirty but unapproachable Zoe Fang, who first wants to become the trophy wife of Ni’s father, because she thinks it is her only outlook in life. Mark, a successful business man wants to buy a courtyard house in Beijing where he meets a quirky single-mom real estate agent who, together with her little son and a little help from local police, quickly turns his whole life upside down.

This one is kind of strange: On one side it is the epitome of over-produced with beautiful people who are either rich or at least middle-class, aesthetically perfect surroundings, obstinate mood music and sickly sweet Mandarin-pop. On the other side it is a genuinely funny script with good actors and just plain enjoyable, with the honest-if-not-kind-of-naive message that everything will work out with love. It also deserves merit for promoting modern family arrangements over traditional values which is definitely not a given if you want to make a commercially successful film for a still rather conservative audience.

The Q&A with the director who also played Ni’s father and Mark Chao who played the businessman was surprisingly funny. Mark joked about being an innocent, cute character, totally unlike his film persona. Doze later referred to this as the reason why he cast him: He needed someone to portray how important smell is for attraction to develop but feared that if he gave himself those lines it would come out as perverted, so he needed a cute, innocent flower boy to utter them. Doze then went on to prove this by trying to smell the male Q&A-host and successfully demonstrating a lot of playful creepiness.
Mark who spoke Chinese even though he was perfectly fine with English also produced a wonderful moment with the translator: Asked about Vicki Zhao, his partner in the film he gave a rather tame answer which the translator apparently exaggerated a little, so Mark cut in in the middle of the translation asking if the translator is a fan of Vicki as Mark was not that explicit in his answer. To everyone’s delight, the translator enthusiastically admitted that yes, he is a big fan!

Berlinale 2012, day 6 (????)

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Koi ni Itaru Yamai (The end of Puberty, ?????)
Japan 2011, Kimura Shoko, 116′

Madoka is an absolute failure as a biology teacher. No one respects him, playing around during his class. The only exception is Tsubura, a girl who literally obsesses about him and knows everything about his mannerisms and behaviour. One day she seizes the chance to attack him and after the resulting sex it turns out they swapped genitals. Madoka takes her to his ancestral home in the middle of nowhere to hide from the world. They are soon found by En, Tsubura’s promiscuous but emotionally void best friend who thinks she loves Tsubura and Maru, En’s childhood friend who is both a virgin and hopelessly in love with her and constantly tries to get En out of her sexualised apathy.

Oh boy, there is nothing more annoying than teenagers throughout puberty. We are not spared any emotional outburst or selfishness from any of the kids which at times gets a little unbearable. However in all its improbability and archetypical characters it is a quite beautiful and accurate story about the hopelessly jumbled maze of feelings puberty is for many people. The director said that all main characters are based either on her personal experiences or people she has been very close to. Also, the title of today’s post is the main character’s names; all of them can be written with the character ? which means “round” (or Yen, if you read it as ‘en’) and signifies that she sees all of them as part of one round, harmonic being.
The visuals were very mature for a feature film debut: Nearly all shots seemed deliberately framed and accentuated the mood well. The director also made the deliberate choice to give tsubura very bright floral, often red dresses most of the time, while En’s clothes all consisted of shades of beige and gray; important exception being her always flawlessly matching lingerie sets in bright pastel colors.
Nearly all of the music and the very deliberate sound effects consisted of chiptunes, which was supposed to evoke a feeling of Tsubura’s childishness and robotically immature feelings. Consequently both effects and music became almost completely absent in the latter part of the film. Accidentally, we can learn from this movie that the usage of “Freude schöner Götterfunken” is 90% less tacky if used as chiptune!

Berlinale 2012, day 5 (*nya~*)

So apparently Cambodian films from the 70s are popular. Which means I do not get to see them. After today’s first film however, that was kind of bearable!

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Rent-a-Neko (Rent-a-Cat, ?????)
Japan 2012, Ogigami Naoko, 110′

Sayoko, a girl nearing her 30s in (not very active) search for marriage lives in her dead grandmother’s house together with lots of cats, as these are the only living creatures attracted to her. Every day she goes out with her cart advertising her rent-a-cat service.

Four years the same director presented “Megane”, which I also watched. Apparently she is in the businees of making “healing” films, an absolutely wonderful sub-classification of various cultural products aimed at making you feel all warm, fuzzy and at ease. The cats are delightful, the music is healing, the visuals are healing, Sayoko is healing… Most of the movie is very episodic, with Sayoko going out to lend a cat and focusing on one specific customer and his problems. Only near the end, when she meets the boy from her past it looks like things might be heading somewhere. The episodes are separated from each other through several somehow surreal sequences showing her more profitable sources of income, which remind us, that this movie really is not meant to be a serious realistic story but just a lovely something to make you feel good.

Berlinale 2012, day 4 (Marching)

Oh boy, I think half of ex-Yugoslavia came to watch Parada. Half the theatre laughed at distinctly different timings: One half to the subtitles, the other to the spoken dialogue. I’ll brag a little and say that I fell into the latter category a few times.

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Parada
Serbia, Croatia, Macedonia, Slovenia 2011, Srdjan Dragojevic, 115′

A Serbian small-time gangster and war veteran wants to marry his girlfriend and somehow ends up needing to protect his gay wedding planner who wants to organise a gay pride parade in Belgrad even though groups of nationalists and skinheads have promised to destroy any attempt at doing so. He rounds up an impossible troupe of Croatians, Muslim Bosnians and Kosovarians and in the process learns a lot about life.

Seldom have you seen a movie that rides so much on every possible stereotype for joke material, be it homosexuals, nationalist skinheads, trashy girlfriends or any of the Yugoslavian people. It is very easy for such a film to turn positively revolting with banality. “Parada” however absolutely avoids this, because none of those groups is spared and while everyone dishes out on each other, they also take all “abuse” with a big heap of self-irony as they get to know each other. It was full of lovely little details, such as one scene where the Serb and the Croat make a cross: Catholics (Slovenians and Croats) first touch the left shoulder, while Orthodox (Serbs) will touch the right shoulder first. It showed quite realistically that people bond over the most banal things and that this is really all it takes sometimes. Our gangster’s evolution was just lovely, he starts out like a typical macho gangster but almost from the first minute it is absolutely clear that he really is a good person at heart and just needs a good thorough reality check. All of it beautifully transported the endearingly naive hope that somehow everything will work out if we just stop hating each other and start to listen.

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Highway
Nepal, USA 2011, Deepak Rauniyar. 80′

A man and his wife have trouble conceiving. He travels into the mountains to talk with a healer. He receives a potion but it will only work for 36 hours so now he has to return as quickly as possible to Kathmandu. The bus he travels on is full of people who also need to be somewhere for various reasons, but progress is slow with road blockades, accidents, traffic jams and an ageing bus.

A very solid first work. The shots and colours make for great visuals, helped by the either exotic or plain beautiful sights of Nepal. The music is mostly fitting; not every piece feels right, sometimes it is a little off but it does never really hurts the atmosphere. Throughout the journey we learn about the passengers; who they are, what makes them take up the arduous journey to Kathmandu. The stories and their placement manage to tell just about enough to be interesting but are always short enough not to take away the feeling of a road movie. For anyone who has at least a little curiosity it is a quite rewarding look into a few typical issues of life in modern Nepal

Berlinale 2012, day 3 (Everyone must die in India)

This year we have a new venue: the “Haus der Berliner Festspiele”, a theatre built in the 60s, so obviously it is very bright, open and rectangular! Very fitting for today’s second screening as you will see. For the third we also had something new: the IMAX 3D above the Cinestar moved out and now we have a huge screen with big comfy leather chairs with lots of legroom and space for all other extremities you may have.

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My Way
South Korea 2011, Kang Je-Gyu, 137?

Shortly after D-Day, a picture of a Korean man in a German uniform is found; it turned out that he served in the Japanese, Soviet and German army. This serves as inspiration for the story of rival marathon runners Jun-shik and Tatsuo who miraculously make it through the war starting as Japanese soldiers in Manchuria, going through Siberia as POWs and later Soviet soldiers, just to end up as German soldiers on D-Day at the French coast.

So this is what happens when you try to outdo Hollywood: At least two truckloads of pathos and a big helping of noble idiocy together with more than one occurence of deus ex machina which was only needed to save the hero from dramatically unnecessary plot points which just served the purpose of building suspense and tension that had no real point in advancing the story. The whole experience somehow redeems itself through managing to avoid any situation that could be possibly construed as supportive of war in general. Another strong point would be that apart from our main noble idiot the main characters are portrayed as rather human and believable (Fan Bingbing was gorgeous by the way.), something you do not usually expect from an action-driven blockbuster attempt. Unfortunately this does not extend to most Japanese shown on screen, not that the lot of them was particularly likeable in reality, but dark gray is not black. As a craftsman the director goes all-out, every second oozes the smell of big budget. Ignoring the overly imposing American-style soundtrack, the cinematography, costumes and effects are an absolute feast, if not a little gory. The research for the Normandy unfortunately slacked a little (A German-Turkish soldier without a hint of accent in his German? Oh, please. I was waiting for him to talk about his small business selling spinning meat, back in Berlin.) however most of it would be invisible to anyone not too familiar with Germany, it is not one of the major flaws.

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Cesare deve morire (Caesar must die)
Italy 2011, Paolo & Vittorio Taviani, 76?

The directors observe over the span of six months the rehearsals of a theatre project in the Roman high security prison Rebibbia for their production of Shakespeare’s “Julius Caesar”.

What sounded like a documentary about a theatre play actually turned out to be 90% theatre play disguising itself as a documentary.  Apart from the introduction there is hardly a scene where anyone speaks out of character. Only sometimes one of the inmates stops and thinks when one of the more universal lines hits somewhere close to his life as mafia or drug dealer. Other than that they constantly rehearse all over the prison grounds, captivating the other inmates and sometimes even the guards. The seemingly random choice of places for their rehearsals poses the question how much of this was staged, as the string of rehearsals actually makes a great production of the play in itself. Aiding in the suspense of disbelief is the subtle background music and the high-contrast B/W picture, all of this however would not help if the prisoners would not have had a surprisingly firm grasp on their characters.

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From Seoul to Varanasi (????)
South Korea 2011, Jeon Kyu-Hwan, 98?

Youngwoo and Jiyoung have been married for ten years and lead a typical stale marriage. Youngwoo is a publisher and is having an affair with one of his writers. Jiyoung, bored out of her mind, becomes fascinated with the gentle young muslim Kerim. One day he has to leave Korea and she follows him to Varanasi, searching for him through the whole town. Youngwoo trusts the note she left about visiting her family and goes about his daily life until he sees his wife on TV in the aftermath of a restaurant bombing in India.

Naked people do many naked things. Nah, I’m kidding, there is more than that. However it is made very sure that Youngwoo’s very healthy sex drive is depicted in all its accuracy, quite daring for a Korean film as the government recently tries to restrict artistic expression again, in an act of desperation (or at least that’s what a group of young Koreans thought about it). Interestingly, the droning meditative music and sometimes fumbling focus together with his Buddha-like features somehow make this look like an overly carnal spiritual exercise. The story is a sometimes confusing series of scenes, not arranged in order, sometimes jumping from one end of the story to another. It definitely demands concentration to follow, I never found it to be too much however.

Interesting detail about the main actor: He wanted to play in one of the director’s earlier films but had a problem with doing a masturbation scene, so ultimately rejected the role. He said that after this film where he even had to show his penis “to the world” (yes, he said that) he realises that he was kind of childish back then.

Berlinale 2012, day 2 (Sakura Andou is God)

I usually like the CineStar for showing original language films, for the Berlinale I usually hate it for their ass-backwardness in selling tickets. Unlike all others you can not buy tickets for the evening during the day. Well guess what happened when I came from the other movie to buy tickets…

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Kazoku no Kuni (Our Homeland, ??????)
Japan 2012, Yang Yong-Hi, 100?

Song-Ho left Japan 25 years ago to live in North Korea, his parents and his little sister Rie stayed. Now, he comes back to receive medical treatment unavailable in the Worker’s Paradise on Earth. While he is stuck in his hopeless existence due to his family left in Korea, Rie does not accept her fate and tries to stay out of the influence of her so-called homeland.

Being the director’s first fictional work after doing several documentaries (which have also been shown at the Berlinale) it unsurprisingly has a very realistic style. Music can be found in the end, other than that the ambient noise of summer in Japan serves as a background. Of course we have our dreaded handheld cam which fortunately is quite stable most of the time and not at all hectic. It does not frame the scenery, rather following and observing the characters, which are the strong point of the movie. All performances were surprisingly good, both in awkwardness as in emotional explosions, however Sakura Andou is God! I probably haven’t said this clearly enough yet. She is the perfect actress for those slightly rebellious, slightly detached but nonetheless very emotional characters she portrays. It is almost a miracle how she manages to ooze attractiveness even though she just is not good-looking. The film definitely succeeds in portraying the helplessness and resignation of the whole family in dealing with the overbearing, often completely unreasonable “care” of their so-called homeland.

Unsurprisingly, Rie is an autobiographical figure. The director’s three brothers were also sent to North Korea and one of them actually really came back for treatment. Song-Ho’s character is an amalgamation of all three.

Berlinale 2012, day 1 (the mayor without a town)

It is again that time of the year where I fumble for words sitting half-awake, trying to remember what the movie was about and trying to convey what the staff actually said during Q&A, enjoy!

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Nuclear Nation
Japan 2012, Funahashi Atsushi, 145′

After being swallowed by the tsunami and receiving a hefty dose of radiation from the neighbouring Fukushima Daiichi the 1400 residents of Futaba evacuate to an abandoned school in the suburbs of  Tokyo. The mayor now without a town desperately attempts to keep the community together, spread optimism, and to understand what happened. Once an enthusiastic advocate of atomic energy, he is now forced to experience how the victims are fobbed off with banalities, insubstantial apologies and directionless policies. Days pass with little concerts, wrestling matches and other little events to distract from the absurd reality such as a painfully rushed visit of two hours into the exclusion zone, arranged for the residents to salvage and mourn.

Unlike Yanaka Boshoku this was completely no-frills: pure documentary, no narrator, almost no music. The narrative was subtly evoked through the choice of residents speaking out throughout the film. While at first it just portrayed the grief and sense of loss it slowly shifted to show the humiliation and resignation people had to endure, although a good part was able to move out of the school into temporary or even permanent housing, moving on with their lives. Something about the first part was very touching; even though he just let the residents speak showing them as regular country folk, not idealised people, their incredible sense of loss was absolutely gripping, no one even cried on screen, they just calmly talked about what they lost be it relatives, friends or possessions. The music was very minimal, consisting of a few wind instruments and a piano only serving as a gentle background to the scenery shots of a devastated coast.  Amazingly, the ending theme “for Futaba” was composed and played by none other than Ryuichi Sakamoto!

After quite a long round of applause the director thanked the audience very sincerely as this was the world premiere and he finished cutting only six days earlier and actually literally brought the finished copy inside his backpack, fuelling a lot of anxiety with the Berlinale staff. The mayor actually wanted to come to Berlin together with the director, but he was forced to stay behind to attend talks with the government to oppose a radioactive waste dump in Futaba. Instead we watched a video message, recorded jsut four days earlier where he greeted the audience in German (so cute!) and held a short speech about his complete and utter turnaround on nuclear energy. The notion to make a film about the residents of Futaba actually came about in two ways: Funahashi had scheduled to shoot a film (a love story, heh) in early April, however this was a classic example of wrong time and wrong place as not only the earthquake happened when it did but the filming location was supposed to be the coast of Touhoku. Having no job he thought about what he could do and came to the realisation that his life-long wish to somehow put into pictures his Hiroshima heritage (he is 2nd generation) finally had the ideal opportunity. Chance also had it, that the abandoned high school where Futaba-in-exile moved in was not far from his own home and things just went from there.