Review: Scrap

 

 


 

 
Director: Paul von Stoetzel (Snuff)
Producers: Paul von Stoetzel
Starring: Jim Bishop, Tom Avery, Eleanor Every, Dan Bishop
MPAA Rating: NR
Running time: 101 min.


What started out as a documentary focusing on interesting and independent “roadside attractions” across Midwestern America turned into an examination of just two men’s obsession with their eccentric art. For documentary film maker Paul Von Stoetzel (Snuff [review]), this was a wise decision as the two men we get to spend over 90 minutes with are both cooky and fascinating. Each has a passion for what they do and for each man, their obsession has created waves in their “professional” and personal lives.

Tom Every is a former industrial wrecker from Wisconsin who has taken to building creatures, contraptions and “soulful” art purely out of scrap metal. Some are the size of a lamp, while others are as big as a small cottage. They represent life, dreams, energy or, like his “Forevertron,” a device created to launch his sould into outer space. Or some were even built as a sort of landing bay or launching pad for aliens. Meanwhile, Jim Bishop and his family live in the rural mountains in Colorado. With only sheer determination and a few rusty, worn out pieces of work equipment, Tom has spent the better part of his life building and maintaining a 160 foot tall castle made of roadside rocks, timber and scrap metal.
Would you like to know more…?

M-SPIFF 2011 Review: Cracks

 

 


 

Director: Jordan Scott
Screenplay: Ben Court, Caroline Ip, Jordan Scott
Novel: Sheila Kohler
Producers: Rosalie Swedlin, Christine Vachon, Julie Payne, Andrew Lowe, Kwesi Dickson
Starring: Eva Green, Imogen Poots, Juno Temple, María Valverde
Country of Origin: Ireland
MPAA Rating: NR
Running time: 104 min.

 

[this review was originally drafted for the 2010 Toronto International Film Festival]

I wish that the Harry Potter franchise had even half the energy and youthful confusion on display in this boarding school film. The directorial debut of Jordan Scott (yes, daughter of Ridley) proving that a flair for memorable visuals may just be a genetic trait. After following a similar path as her father and (and her more freneticly inclined uncle Tony, who along with his brother is a producer on the film), by way of directing videos and commercials in the UK. The title, Cracks comes pregnant with meaning and comfortably easy to digest narrative that is not without a few surprises. Whether you go with the vulgar interpretation of adult and sexual awaking of young girls (with all the wild and nubile young flesh on frolicking around on display, this is going to be a favorite for the pervy-types) or the more polite inference to the initial crumblings of the status quo for an institution that looks, by its imposing architecture and stern faced matrons, to be timeless, or even perhaps the British slang for ‘a joke.’ I’m sure Ms. Scott was aiming for all three, which collectivelly give even the most casual filmgoer a number of things to nibble on while the story sashays around and through various expectations and cliches.

In an Irish boarding school for orphaned girls, life runs and swims to the rhythms of Cosmopolitan and sexy teacher and diving coach, Ms. G. (Eva Green as glamorous and sexy as she was in Bernardo Bertolucci’s The Dreamers or the James Bond reboot). Green’s entrance to the picture, a haughty and perhaps even suggestive stroll down the middle of the aisle during choir, is a memorable one, usually reserved for the new student rather than the teacher. Ms. G regales the girls with stories of her travels around the world, and generally espousing a carpe diem attitude, with proclamations along the line of, “Desire is the most important thing in life!” – the desire to achieve, the desire to live life to its fullest she seems an odd fit in comparison to the rest of the staff and matrons of the school. Exactly the type of mentor that these girls would be inclined to remember decades down the road as an inspiration. But the story told here is not so simple as that. When an exotic new girl, Fiamma of Spanish aristocratic descent (Gasp! She is Roman Catholic!) joins the ranks (intriguingly, banished? Exiled? Simply boarded for a while?) it throws the lives of the girls into disarray. Di, the team captain of the diving team does the thing usually seen in this sort of tale. She bullies, threatens and makes no bones about asserting her authority in a number of potentially humiliating ways. Having done a fair bit of travel, and ‘lived’ more than the average student of the class, Fiamma and her haughtiness is curiously indulged by Ms. G all the while making more subtle attempts to bring the ‘princess’ into the fold.

The trials and tribulations, for both the students and their unorthodox teacher, gradually are brought to a boil that subverts many of the typical paths in either a coming of age story or a typical ‘school-girl dormitory’ tale. But this is not a mystery of the Picnic at Hanging Rock variety, but instead offers strange and confusing peeks at adult complexities; things kept on the outside of the hermetically sealed school. Notions of who the ‘villain’ is or forgiveness for youthful transgressions are thrown out the window in favour of an honest-to-goodness learning experience wrapped beautifully and satisfyingly in a fairy tale. The slow-motion and underwater photography offers suggestions of the amniotic state the girls are in, with the promise of the ‘butterflies’ they are to become. But it is also cold, harsh and more than a little frightening to make those large dives into chilly spring waters. Scott wraps her images in high melodrama, magical realism and yet still retains the basic power of a confused young girl. It has the rawness and restless energy of Heavenly Creatures (and supporting actress, Imogen Poots (28 Weeks Later…) in a vital supporting role is as good a stand in as any for a young Kate Winslet, and for that matter, Di has a few loose similarites to Melanie Lynskey’s Pauline Charater. And Jordon Scott is worthy of comparison to Peter Jackson as he came into his own in the 1990s and of the legacy left from her famous family. On second thought, perhaps a better analogue would be Sophia Coppola. Either way, Scott has a big future ahead of her if she keeps makes films like ths one, and hey, the Potter Franchise needs someone to close up the series…

[In the Q&A that followed the screening Scott mentioned that she has ‘the boarding’ school thing out of her system, but I would indeed like to see her take on a similar tale of lost innocence leading towards a grim future, Kazou Ishiguro’s Never Let Me Go; although that is currently in production with Mark Romanek (One Hour Photo) directing.]

M-SPIFF 2011 Review: The Troll Hunter

 


Director: André Øvredal
Writer: André Øvredal
Producers: Sveinung Golimo, John M. Jacobsen
Starring: Otto Jespersen
Country of Origin: Norway
MPAA Rating: NR
Running time: 90 min.

 

The Minneapolis Film Festival is not exactly known for their genre fare. Though on opening night of 2011, they kicked that myth right out of the way big time with The Troll Hunter, a Cloverfield-like romp through the beautiful countryside of Norway where menacing trolls lurk through the forest at night waiting to pick off anyone unfortunate enough to cross paths with the beast(s).

Shot in a veritae, found footage style, the picture reminds very much of something like The Blair Witch project in that it is a student film crew wandering and running for their lives through the woods. The film is not scary in the slightest. It’s got excitement and thrills but if it’s terror you’re looking for this ain’t your movie. It’s more like a Jurassic Park thrill ride than anything else. Though lots of comparisons to many great films could be drawn, The Troll Hunter very much has it’s own unique vibe and subject matter. We’ve seen vampires, zombies and werewolves thousands of times over the past 30 years, but I can’t remember seeing (or even hearing about) any movie that tackles the troll mythology like this one does. And no, Troll 2 does not count.
Would you like to know more…?