Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Irma Vep - 10/10, BAM

Most likely Top 10; three days later I am still floored. I was eight years old when this came out in 1996 so I can't really be upset with myself for being unaware of it at that time, but after finally seeing Irma Vep I am so filled with crackling thoughts and huge feelings I have to demand that anyone interested in film at all see it immediately. 
Oh, why did I wait so long?! I should have seen this back when I was first discovering Welles, Fellini, French New Wave, and Tarkovsky. More than a masterpiece, I'd go so far as to call this film perfect. Less controversially I can say that it's at least perfect to my own aesthetic: Maysles-style cinematography, complex symbols (true symbols- inexpressible any other way, explanation impossible), great music, ecstatic ambiguities, and Maggie Cheung. Its most impressive feat for me is its achievement of a perfect balance of hyper-realism, formal experimentation, and highly developed characters who are easy to understand and care for immensely. No two of these things coexist easily, and three is impossible... except for in Irma Vep.

A movie that good will be impervious to having its effect lessened by pre-viewing information, but rather than any more details I'll restrict myself to repeating the one demand: seriously, don't wait. Get it tonight. Holy God, what a movie.

Reservoir Dogs - 10/8, Film Forum

The drama in Reservoir Dogs is intense, it has classic heist figures (and heists Classic figures: the lit prof dad of my first girlfriend once remarked that it was the film most resembling "The Greek Tragedies" he'd ever seen), and by label at least it's also an action movie. For these reasons it has been and will continue to be very popular. The self-conscious artistry with which it's made calls attention to itself in such a way that it's become one of those movies that inspires teenager after teenager to take films more seriously. This may sound absurd to some Tarantino detractors, but I can attest for one that it offered me a serious step in this direction, the direction that currently dominates my life and mind (for good or ill) (.....).

I assumed I'd seen it too many times already, but since it was playing on a double bill with Kansas City Confidential (one of about a dozen films plundered by Dogs for core motifs, this one providing the 'team of men who are kept strangers assembled for a heist by a mastermind who knows them all' concept) I decided to stay for the sake of experiencing it on the big screen. Even though I was practically reciting the dialogue along with the characters, I enjoyed every minute of it. Scenes I'd thought were amateurishly melodramatic I read this time as intentionally funny. The male bonding through violence I'd thought was just corny I now see as a kind of close-reading of this certain type of relationship that we see so often in "guy" films (gangster/western/action/etc.), exploring more overtly (yet not totally overt! not at all, in fact, to my 13-year-old self) the homosexuality implicit therein. I hadn't quite realized that the men the movie is about are all so lame, so weak, so behind the times, such pathetic wind-up toys struggling to perform the jobs they once chose. Despite the strength of this satire (which becomes almost an indictment), the hipness and charm that became the focus of so-called "independent" films in the '90s is slightly stronger.

Also present in embryonic form is Tarantino's reverence for his dreamland characters, obviously an extension of his great love for (or obsession with) movies. A short time later this reverence combined with his developing smart-kitschy-chic to muscle out all aspects of intelligent satire in his following films, until it returned in a rather more bombastic form in Inglourious Basterds (which also shares with Dogs the trait of a perplexing title). Although in terms of cinematic art I'd rate Jackie Brown higher, Reservoir Dogs may have a bit more to chew, and it's still remarkable to me that 17 years' worth of copycats have not dulled its sickly glamor.

Kansas City Confidential - 10/8, Film Forum

I knew Phil Karlson from the '70s grindhouse movie Walking Tall, but until I saw The Phenix City Story a few years ago (at the suggestion of Martin Scorsese, somewhere) I didn't realize the high caliber of artist I was dealing with. Phenix is a classic of '50s angst, and for good reason considered a must-see. Kansas City Story, although more typical, is also more exciting and perhaps just as good.
Each of the three films deal with a corrupted system and one person fighting to cleanse it. Kansas City Confidential is different from the others in that while their protagonists wage war out of the goodness of their hearts and their commitment to their communities, the main man here is out for revenge because he almost got screwed. This gives the film a more classically noir perspective, and although it's partly the lack of those kind of tropes that makes Phenix unique, the drive it gives the (anti)hero is welcome here. We still have greed spread through every rotting bone of America's justice apparatus. We have shades of gray within each character. And we have a protagonist who, although resourceful, is not as smart as he thinks he is. The surprisingly frank portrayal of the corrupt and brutal police here demonstrates truth to the cliché that lower budget movies could "sneak" things past the censors that would never be allowed in a major film; despite which there is the obligatory happy ending, although it doesn't seem too tacked-on. A young, lizardlike Lee Van Cleef is a cherry on top.

Solaris - 10/7, Anthology Film Archives

This is obviously one of the greatest films ever made. What can I say, except that it was wonderful to finally see it in the cinema (after three viewings on video) despite a slightly faded print. Three commonly-told lies about Solaris: "it's not really scifi"; "it's a lot like 2001"; "it's boring". Jonas Mekas even selected it as this month's entry in his "Boring Masterpieces" program; there is a large lake full of apt adjectives to choose from to describe this movie but "boring" is one I would never think of using, for in each viewing I was riveted through the whole film. I assume it was picked to lend some class, sparkle, or substance to his collection- a bad call, because adding Solaris to any list can only make the other items look worse. Of course it's more so a good call, because we got to see it.


Monday, October 11, 2010

Ruhr - 10/1, Lincoln Center


Note: this essay originally included greater length discussion of the individual segments of this film, its aesthetic (including digital vs. celluloid), and its theme of "place", but I felt the need to streamline its focus to a single topic, at the cost of a balanced review. Since writing I have discovered pages that cover these areas in greater detail: please see here, here, and here (where I swiped the picture) for respective treatments of each of these aspects of Ruhr.

If you've ever tried meditating you'll know what I'm talking about. You sit in a comfortable position and at first everything is fine. But it doesn't take long for the mind to reveal itself as a raging tempest, a chaosphere of thoughts/etc. When you finally calm it down to the point where you can actually focus on keeping your body still, you see just how unstill it actually is. The amount of things you notice can be incredible, but it makes sense: all that once-stormy mental energy needs something to do, so it will work with what you give it. Your body wants to shift, rearrange its position. Your fingers tend to fiddle. Your eyelids flicker at animal speed. When you can get all that locked down, you realize that the whole time your tongue's been partying and you didn't even know it. Point is, there's a lot going on in your mind, and when focus is forced there's a lot you're able to notice about what's going on outside as well.

Perhaps that's also the point of movies like Ruhr, James Benning's most recent avant garde offering. Ruhr consists of seven segments shot in the Ruhr district of Germany. It is divided into two parts, the first of which is six scenes, each a static shot with some kind of observable repeating process (for instance: machines at a steel plant; planes passing by through the trees; a group of people going from standing to kneeling in a Muslim prayer ceremony). The second is a single hour-long shot of a building that periodically creates an explosion of billowing sepia smoke that's absolutely stunning. Active since the 1970s, Benning has made a great many acclaimed films based on this idea of the extremely long static shot.

Andy Warhol charted similar territory in the early '60s, but his films were so long (over 8 hours for Empire, a single static shot of a building in slow-motion) as to be considered objectively "unwatchable". It seems he had points about art and cinema at heart rather than the experience of the viewer. This type of shot, meant to call attention to the difference between "seeing" and "watching", has been used pretty frequently in what used to be called "arthouse" films since the '70s (Godard and Herzog both come to mind), and can be seen recently in the work of Michael Haneke, whose films usually include one or two of these lengthy repetition shots each.

This type of shot is easily-obtained: repeated processes are everywhere in the world. Then: would just any of these be beautiful or interesting? Well, these shots are often not beautiful, nor interesting at first, so the answer could be "yes". Forcing yourself to watch anything that lasts a long time with consistent non-action may generate the same (or very similar) effects. Could just anyone do it, then? In the plastic arts this question was made irrelevant after the advent of abstract expressionism in American painting, making it safe for formally-simple experiments of the "conceptual", "minimal", "postmodern" persuasion. But pointing a video camera at something is much easier even than silkscreening, and though Benning carefully planned the scenes, invisibly edited the footage, and meticulously mixed the soundtrack, it's not clear that the lack of these things would have resulted in a much different experience. I always wonder what the artists would say to this kind of thing, but you can't go to them- after all, they're the ones posing the questions in the first place. The fact that it continues to bring up questions is the reason that, after so long, the James Benning "thing" continues to be experimental. 

The most obvious thing that staring at almost-nothing will do is is to readjust the bar for what constitutes a "thing", the premise of John Cage's 4:33. As an example, let's discuss the first scene of Ruhr. The shot is of a road in a tunnel. At random intervals a car drives through. At first you begin to anticipate the next car with a kind of relish. Because of their regularity, though, and your elevation of the scenery you've been staring at to a higher level of interest, the passing cars become part of that scenery, of equal importance as the static details. So when a biker comes into the frame, it's such an exciting surprise I heard many audience members giggling. The scene ends with a dead leaf dragging itself (even now I endow the leaf with a will of its own, when of course it was the unperceivable wind) loudly across the street . This is the most interesting thing in the whole scene, due to a process of preparation that constituted the scene itself. I was even compelled to bring it up with my companions after the movie ("remember the part when the leaf moved?" I asked them. They did.).

As with early attempts at meditation mentioned above, there are a variety of places your mind is taken (whether by the film or by itself is a question with no clear answer). I was continually reminded of the limits of my vision. As much as I wanted to, it was impossible to watch the whole screen at once. We are limited to a narrow focus, and when you really start playing with it, you realize how little your peripheral vision gives you. Ruhr provides ample opportunity for such experiments, time for your eyes to alternately dart around or stare at one thing as long as you can then move on systematically to another. Either way you go, you'll find that you can only watch one thing at a time.

I also kept coming back to the differences between my experience as a viewer of this film in the theater vs. if I were actually there, watching in life the things depicted on the screen. We've all had experiences sitting somewhere idly and noticing something subtly interesting, which we watch for a long time either dazedly or with fascination. I came to the conlcusion that while that experience would be far more pleasant, the fact that I could change perspective, stop looking, or become distracted at any time means I would probably cut short my experience as soon as I was bored. The stasis, confinement, and fact-of-framing that the cinema experience provides forces the mind to a level of intellectual rigor that you just probably wouldn't have gotten to on your own. If you find yourself totally without a thought, you can always fall back on "why?", something you would not likely ask the trees in a forest.

That brings us to another major question (or rather a set of them): is it worth it? It was for me; despite half the theater walking out pell-mell up 'til nearly the end, I'd certainly recommend it. Well, having gone through the fire of extreme boredom and come out cleansed, so to speak, do I feel the need to do it again? Of course not. So would I? In other words, having seen one film of this variety, and learned what I did from it, would I subject myself to the same (or very similar) experience of a different film of this type? Yes I would, if only to see just how different the experience is (to say nothing of the striking beauty a few of the shots provided). Should people, should James Benning, keep making these movies that offer the same (or very similar) experiences, despite a proliferation of them already? Until all the questions are anwered...

One more thing to note is the fact that Benning usually works with 16mm film, but Ruhr was shot in HD. The two movies I've seen at the New York Film Festival are both the first digital works of major directors whose careers span decades (the other is Godard's Film Socialisme; see below). Despite how obvious video's inevitable replacing of film already is, this fact still seems significant to me.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Film Socialisme - 9/30, Lincoln Center


Jean-Luc Godard's latest feature is difficult to say the least and beyond my reach in so many ways that, despite thorough internet research*, conversations with French-speakers who saw the film with me, and the erudite post-screening discussion I had the opportunity to witness, all I can offer is a bit of journalism for those who don't have the chance to see it right away.

The whole movie is shot in digital video with a wide variety of qualities, from high-definition to cell phone. There's no "plot", or narrative in the classic sense (or any sense I can see), but there are three distinct parts. The opening titles include two frames full of names of intellectuals and film-makers who are supposedly quoted in one way or another in the film- two whole screens' worth of names, and they pass in a flash. From what I gather, much of the dialogue is actually just quotations from these people. The factor of greatest obfuscation is the English subtitles: poetic fragments, no more than three or four words on the screen at a time, often none at all, that may be key words or ideas from what is being said but are nonsensical by themselves. People fluent in both languages told me that the subtitles were funny because of the distorted counterpoint they provided, but they were meaningless to me. I assume Godard is responsible for this madness but that information is not available. "He is fucking with you," one of my sources suggested.

The three movements are:
1. "Things Like That"
This is the best part of the movie, which is always kind of a bummer to have first, presenting in a complicated and overwhelming barrage various things happening on a cruise ship. Between general shots of buffets, casinos, hallways, and decks, there are a small number of characters that return. I recall:
-A photographer and a woman (twentysomethings?) hanging out on the deck- he takes pictures and she says things about Europe and Africa (quotations?).
-A young girl (early teens?) who is seen sometimes walking and talking with an old man (father? grandfather? lover?), sometimes wandering alone (sleepwalking?), and sometimes close to a boy who appears even younger than her who is interested in her breasts (brother? little boyfriend?).
-Another old guy with a different young (not as young) girl.
-Patti Smith, which surprised the hell out of me. She just walks around with a guitar.
There were others, but the whole experience was so dizzying I can't remember them. The wikipedia page* for the film fills in a few details in regards to identities, but not much.

2. "Our Europe"
Two women, one in a Castro outfit with a camera, the other more professionally attired, apparently journalists of some kind, bother a family who are having some kind of inner drama I couldn't understand. I got the impression someone in the family was involved in politics at a high level. Wikipedia is slightly helpful here again, and in line with what my fellow audience members told me.

3. "Our Humanities"
Footage from various areas around the Mediterranean with text flashes. An abstract politico-philosophical travelogue.

Three guests offered very brief commentary after the show. Godard biographer Richard Brody, often the most interesting interviewee in nouvelle vague-related DVD featurettes, pointed out that the film was a perfect example of Godard's idea of montage, which he defined as any juxtaposition of two or more things ("des choses", a phrase appearing in huge letters many times in the film) and also mentioned that the film offers "a four-part political framework" for the Mediterranean but did not elaborate. Annette Michelson, Professor Emeritus at Tisch, read an excerpt from a New Yorker review by John Updike* of an Edward Said book about artists' late works, not hard to connect to what may well be the 80-year old master's final film. "The power of subjectivity in the late works of art is the irascible gesture with which it takes leave of the works themselves," she told us, quoting Updike (quoting Said [quoting Adorno]). Jean-Michel Frodon, former editor of Cahiers du cinéma, brought up the idea of a "binary code" in the work. The other two raised their eyebrows but I wasn't totally following it.

I know this film says something about European dependence on America. I know it says something about Spanish history and Greek current events. I know it says something about cinema. But I have no idea what it's saying. The way it's shot, edited, and intertitled is kind of amazing, holding interest until the long scenes of dialogue which are painfully boring. Because if you don't speak French, you're screwed. When Film Socialisme comes around again, you can take that or leave it.

DeMille Double Feature - 9/27, MOMA


Kindling
The Golden Chance

The first two Cecil B. DeMille films I've had the opportunity to see both sucked. There's no doubt the man in charge possessed great craft (well-designed sets, effective framing), but the stories were so dull more than one fellow audience member fell asleep. I'm no expert on movies from this period (1915), but I've seen enough Griffith, Feuillade, and early German expressionist films to know that the medium was not confined to such primitive narrative as this. Even though these minor works weren't billed as anything more, I couldn't help being a little disappointed. Ben Model's live piano accompaniment was a plus.