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  • TIFF 08 Review: The Sky Crawlers

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    The Sky Crawlers Movie Still“Somewhere, in a country similar to ours There are children who do not become adults. They are very similar to us.” goes the tagline of Mamoru Oshii’s latest film. One that carried the promise (during its production cycle) of a more linear form of story telling after the convoluted Ghost in the Shell: Innocence and the strange Tachigui. I am overjoyed to report that while the story is linear, it is anything but straightforward or simple, and not the least bit diluted or dumbed down in regards to his philosophical and social musings – basically the essence of what makes Oshii stand out from his generation of masters of the Japanese animated feature. Using a pastiche of elements of contemporary science fiction (From “Ender’s Game” to “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep”) mashed up with stirring World War II aerial dogfights and a his unique brand of austere and cold melodrama, The Sky Crawlers certainly will not be for everyone. The film is a feast for the senses, not only in the gargantuan fighter plane battles, which may be safe to say are the best ever committed to celluloid (and yes, that includes Hell’s Angels and the space climaxes of any of the best of the Star Wars pictures). This is true in ever single detail of the film (Production I.G. have outdone themselves!) even the small moments: The cigarette smoke swirls, a Vespa engine hums as it idles, the airplane hangars and living quarters are textured, lived in, and the apple pie and coffee diners are gorgeously rendered down to the most minute detail. And the sound design (courtesy of Skywalker Sound) is among the best work they have ever done.

    But wait, much this technical praise could be more or less said of, say, Katsuhiro Ôtomo’s equally well crafted Steam Boy, and that movie was more or less a failure due to overly convoluted and stilted story telling. The narrative may be cool and deliberately paced for a film with designs on a gigantic canvas, but that dovetails beautifully with the story Oshii is trying to tell (call it the antithesis of Hayao Miyazaki’s similar setting, but radically different Porco Rosso). Make no mistake, this is social science fiction, and tonally controlled storytelling at its finest.

    The world of The Sky Crawlers is a social and geographical fusion of 1950s America, Japan and Western Europe that favours propeller styled fighter planes along with satellite television, large multinational corporations and genetic science. While it is a time of apparent peace and prosperity, the large corporations conduct ‘real wars’ (mostly over the border ocean zones), televised of course, to placate any unrest or rebellion from the masses. Contrary to Orwell’s “1984″, where London is a perpetual war wreck and society fragmented and controlled, Oshii (and the writer of the original novel, Mori Hiroshi) postulate that for the most part, this ‘perpetual war’ has actually benefited society. Wars and equally importantly, all the social problems of an idyll, purposeless populace, involving real people can be avoided if they are fought in a fully manufactured way which has ‘real consequence’ built into the equation. The fighter pilots that fight for their parent corporations are of a genetically modified race who never age, fittingly called Kildren. Set in state of perpetual adolescence, they live to fight and pilot the fighter planes, and die for the entertainment and attention of the worlds citizens. The fact that this race is immortal otherwise, only ups the ante and the dramatic spectacle of flaming angels falling from the sky from the fantastic machines.

    The Sky Crawlers Movie StillThe story revolves around one of the bases of Kildren and the little ecosystem in which they inhabit. Yuichi arrives to a new posting for the Rostock Corporation. The pilots there are kept under tight wraps from their base commander Suito Kusanagi (a fellow Kildren) and the lovingly stern chief mechanic (and ‘adult human’), both of whom immediately have an eye on Yuichi. This sets Yuichi on edge along with the stories of the non-Kildren ace pilot, a Red Baron type named ‘The Teacher’ who fights for the ‘enemy’ Lautern Corporation. The first half of the film focuses on the ecology of the air-base with a few combat laden sorties to get the adrenaline flowing. The drinking and sexual exploits of Yuichi’s roomate pull Yuichi into a few encounters of his own that strike odd chords of familiarity. This leads to Yuichi questioning his bosses mysterious past while the Rostock Corporation plans its biggest offensive to date. The findings of Yuichi in regards to his bosses and himself are the engine of the plot, but really not the films chief concern, and thusly the storytelling is not the least bit concerned with ‘twist endings’ or other high-concept gimmickry so often favoured within the genre. I’m betting the early lovers of what Paul Verhoeven was doing with Starship Troopers are going to latch onto the (admittedly quite different) vibe of The Sky Crawlers.

    Like Kazuo Ishiguro’s wonderful novel, “Never Let Me Go”, Oshii does not bury the mystery or secrets of the narrative so deep that a conscientious observer won’t have things figured out within the first quarter of the film. But the joy here is in how things reflect and refract current social trends, and draw commentary and observation into the forefront of the storytelling. The film is postulating some big questions in amongst the lives of pilots, war melodrama and simply stunning action set-pieces. It is a film concerned for the future, while not necessarily nostalgic of the past. There is a character, one that goes unnamed, in the film (in the background really) that sits alone and silent on the front steps of a diner. The Kildren all look at him, but never make any real contact. This old man weeps for the world as it is, a peace bought at a curious price of static non-progress and cyclic stagnation. A moment in the film when another adult human, the lively cook and bartender at the diner, joins the old man in his silent withdrawal. This moment resonates. At 57, Oshii is obviously concerned with the consequences of toys, distractions and general white noise of modern Japanese society, which can leave many young folks in a state of perpetual adolescence. He has constructed a curious epic that is evocative of history, while starkly original in tone and execution. A message movie that is subtle, urgent, and most certainly worthy of your time and consideration.

  • TIFF 08 Review: Tony Manero

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    Tony Manero

    My original plan was to not review the movies that really didn’t cause much of an impression with me. These are the movies that I did not really enjoy nor did I dislike like them. I’ve got a few minutes before my next movie start and not enough time to write a larger review so I figure I might as well mention the Chilean movie Tony Manero. Tony Manero fell completely flat with me as I felt no connection to the characters nor did I enjoy the cinematography.

    Tony Manero tells the story of a 52 year old Chilean man who is the head of a very small and very poor Chilean dance troupe. Raul has become fixated with the John Travolta’s Tony Manero character from Saturday Night Fever and wishes to become him. His whole life revolves around getting ready for a television contest which will fully validate his existence if he wins the dance impersonation contest.

    Personally the whole movie fell flat. I felt no connection to the characters. I did not understand what the dance troupe saw in him and I felt the relationships between the characters were not developed well enough.

    I want to include a quote from the official TIFF write up for Tony Manero:

    Set in 1978 during Augusto Pinochet’s oppressive reign over Chile, Tony Manero explores the sort of ruthless society that is created when people are too afraid to speak their minds, and are threatened with death, torture and abduction.

    The whole societal aspect of the movie also fell flat for me. Perhaps if I understood more of what was going on under Pinochet’s rule I would have been drawn in more but unfortunately that did not happen.

    Tony Manero was the first movie that just did not succeed for me at TIFF. I do think it will play a bit better for those who fully understand the culture and history of Chile but as a general movie goer I’m going to say give this one a pass.

  • TIFF 08 Review: Waltz with Bashir

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    Waltz with Bashir

    There is something very personal in Waltz with Bashir. It is a movie about recovering lost memories and having to relive traumatic experiences. During the Q&A, and from the sounds of it the Director was asked why animation. He mentioned how this is a common question and how his answer is always the same. There really was no way for him to create the movie in any other way. Waltz deals with a past event for which the director, Ari Folmon who is the main character could no longer remember and for which he discovered many personal events for which there is no archival footage. Truth be told, there is no real way of even really discovering if what he learned during the process even really fully happened. All of the events which he rediscovers took place during stressful periods and it is only through his discussions with other soldiers that he is able to get a glimpse into his forgotten past.

    I haven’t really mentioned his story yet and there is a reason for that. I do not believe that simply retelling his experiences here does Waltz justice. Waltz is such a personal movie that you need to see it told by the soldiers who experienced the events described.

    During the majority movie I was quite glad that it was an animated feature. I was able to disengage myself somewhat the experiences and the tragedies which were shown on the screen. I do not want to give anything away but I will just say that Waltz with Bashir throws an emotional punch to the gut that knocked me out and I will be thinking about if long after the festival is over.

  • TIFF 08 Review: Sauna

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    Sauna

    If I see a better flat out horror film than AJ Annila‘s wonderfully twisted Sauna in 2008, I’ll eat my shirt. This film is a major growth from his ambitious, yet fatally flawed 2006 genre fusion urban drama and wuxia epic, Jade Warrior. Where that film was rigid and strained, this one soars into the dark places of the minds of men effortlessly flowing to its soon-to-be iconic conclusion. It is fitting that Finland is half way between America and Japan, because Sauna takes the stylings and tropes of best of American Art-Horror and J-Horror and froths them together into something that is mesmerizing and uniquely Scandinavian. The result, a period film which is impossible to actually identify the period, lies somewhere in the neighborhood of Edgar Allen Poe and the opening credits for Lars Von Trier‘s The Kingdom. Those enthusiastic for Fabrice Du Weltz‘s Calvaire (an film that polarized viewers as much as I expect Sauna will) or John Frankenheimer‘s Seconds are going to be in a state of bliss while this film unleashes its own brand of existential quagmire.

    The story is set in the late 16th Century and follows the two Spore brothers, a soldier and a cartographer, charged with marking the border and mapping the terrain between Sweden and Russia after a 25 year war (Over the then fracturing Christian church, but I am no expert). The opening credits and imagery not so subtly suggest that these borders are indeed rivers formed from blood. Blood that will not ever be washed away. Blood that is beyond forgiveness or redemption. This is not an old testament eye-for-an-eye suggestion, but rather older, more pagan notion of morality. Erik, the elder, is a career warrior who has fought all is life, and it is immediately clear, has no way of adjusting to peace. His way of dealing with his own demons and struggles is violence first, questions never. His spectacles give him the veneer of sophistication and civility, Spore is a borderline psychopath, a monster for his times. His younger brother Knut avoided the war in scholarship. Knut far more sensitive, justifiably nervous of his brothers harsh methods, and out of his element in the northern no-man’s land forests. That his compass breaks early in the film is one of many symbols that even the ostensibly ‘good’ natured character in the film is compromised in this unhealthy setting. This is further hilighted in the opening moments of the film, where in a small village where at the good graces of the local peasants. Upon seeing an artifact that he does not approve of, Erik fires off in a rage, killing their farmer host. In an attempt to save the farmers young, blonde-locked daughter from Erik (and admittedly his own) lust, Knut locks her in the root cellar. Upon leaving the village shortly thereafter, the girl is not released from the cellar. The guilt from this action polarizes the brothers and sets the stage for the tell-tale heart tensions between the brothers.

    Complicating things is the Russian party that they join up with to set mile-markers up to the norther river. An early scene has the Russian commander wax philosophical on the consequences of the war in terms of filth (this is actually a proposed English title for the film) as, “the mark of where two things have touched.” In this case, it is ostensible civilization intruding in the empty northern lands, pagan beliefs colliding with christian conquering, and a history of war between Kingdoms. The uneasy party comes up to the last obstacle before the river, a desolate swamp that curiously has a village in the center. While arguing who the village actually belongs to, both the Russians and Fins are drawn to the centerpiece of the village, the titular Sauna. A haunting and grim place, that in the old lore was said to wash all of ones sins away. Births, marriages, and corpses were bathed in this dark room which itself is a clean white square in the middle of a stark treed wetlands. It offers the mystical promise that forgiveness can be achieved as easily as waters over flesh, instead of the more rigorous process of mending hurts in the place where they were actually caused. As Lady MacBeth knows, and because this is a horror pictures, things are not so easily done, some sins are impossible to forgive (even for Orthodox or Lutherian Christians). The events in the village boil to a conclusion that should satisfy anyone with a lust for the true horror of the unknown and uncanny. Hardcore gore-hounds who love the quick thrills of the usual films in the genre may be baffled by Sauna’s brooding pace, set almost entirely in daylight (and aren’t the best horror films the one that bring their haunting out into the light?). But those who like a meditative journey through the dark corners of the soul (with a side order of icky poetic nihilism) will find a lot to love here. Sauna deserves a place on the pedestal alongside Solyaris, Insomnia, The Wickerman and Ringu.

    Be sure to check out John’s review of Sauna.

  • TIFF 08 Review: Zift

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    Zift

    I had no idea what I was heading into when I sat down for my first movie during TIFF 08, With only a few exceptions all of the movies I had selected to see were starting to blend together. Prior to Zift starting the director, Javor Gardev talked about how the film is a film noir and after the movie during the Q&A he mentioned how rare genre film is in Bulgaria. He talked about how he hopes that Bulgaria will see a growth in genre cinema and I hope that he is right. While Zift suffers from a few of the problems that most small budget films have it fully succeeds on being an intriguing modern noir.

    The title Zift refers to a black gummy substance that poor in Bulgaria chew. The closest substance in North America would be chewing tobacco, Moth of the movie is a convict who is let out of jail with only the clothes on his back a few dollars and the ball of Zift which he immediately takes a bite of even though it is years old. Immediately after his release he is picked up by two Bulgarian soldiers who take him to a basement where he is stripped nude. He is strapped to a table and then tortured by his old partner who wants to know the whereabouts of the diamond from the robbery for which he was incarcerated. Moth refuses to divulge the secret saying that he doesn’t know. The partner, now a Bulgarian official tells Moth that he has poisoned him and that only way he will get the antidote is to divulge the location. Eventually Moth escapes and we end up with a story the has all the classic noir trappings. Moth finds out he is indeed poisoned and he proceeds to track down his old girlfriend in order to find their son’s grave while wanting revenge on his ex partner.

    Zift really could fall into being just a stereotypical film noir but Gardev manages to keep this from happening by introducing us to an interesting supporting cast and some very rousing scenes which use traditional music to great benefit. From Moth’s one eyed cell mate down to the pretzel eating soldier and finally the drunks at the local tavern we are presented with almost a surreal world for Moth’s story to take place in.

    My only real complaint with Zift is that a couple of the special effects looked very unrealistic but as this was a fairly low budget film from a country without a large movie industry I am more than willing to overlook this. It is interesting to note that of the three or so times that CGI was in use there was one scene which completely fulled me and during the Q&A I even asked how they pulled off the shot only to find that it was simply done with CGI.

    A good sign for any mystery or thriller is when the audience lets out a huge “oh” when climax and solution is presented. From where I was sitting I heard half the audience let out their “oh” when we discover if there really is a diamond. All in all I have to say that Zift is a strong entry into the noir genre and I am looking forward to seeing more from both Bulgaria and also Gardev himself.

  • TIFF 08 Review: Treeless Mountain

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    Treeless Mountain Movie StillFor lovers of both the whimsical free form and bittersweet intimate films of Studio Ghibli (My Neighbor Tortoro and Grave of the Fireflies for instance), there will be a lot to love in So Yong Kim’s semi-autobiographical childhood film Treeless Mountain. It makes a finely articulated plea for the rejuvenating aspects of simple living over urban malaise; but more importantly, it is a showcase for the fragile dignity of children.

    The film opens with bright young girl, Bin, who is about 6 years old. She excels in her studies, cleans up against her friends playing Pogs in the schoolyard, and picks up her younger sister, Jin, from the babysitter on the way home. Yet her mom has some serious financial and marital problems (hubby is gone, and probably beat her on the way out there door). It has come to the point where she resents her children for simply being a burden. An eviction from their soulless tenement building seals the deal and the two young girls are sent across town (an even poorer neighborhood) to live with their absentee fathers’ older sister until mom can patch up her affairs. Dubbed Big Auntie, perhaps not for her size, but rather her gargantuan drinking habit, the new ‘caregiver’ is more interested in buying sujo than feeding her charges. Their mom has given the girls a piggy bank with the promise that if they are good, Auntie will give them coins, when the little plastic bank is full, mom will return. Anyone familiar with Hirokazu Kore-eda’s Nobody Knows (a film this one will inevitably be compared to, however in tone and intent is quite different) has a good sense of picking up the probability of this coming to fruition by simply watching how mom boards the bus out of town, unawares of her own children’s goodbye calls. The girls discover and explore the sounding shanty town where Big Auntie lives, make a few friends, stack a lot of soju bottles in the back yard, and learn how to grill and eat grasshoppers (on a stick) when it becomes obvious that Big Auntie isn’t going to feed them or give them coins.

    Shot in extreme close-up to emphasize the perspective (or lack thereof) of the young girls, the film is very slow moving in its story telling. The director eschews any musical soundtrack whatsoever to emphasize the quiet desperation of the adults and to emphasize the feeling of ‘unwanted’ that the two girls experience. Yet they make due in the manner of having one of those endless summers. Yet the film is quite optimistic (in that magical realist way) that children have the capacity for bottomless love simply from not knowing any better. As child perspective stories go, things are far more in the territory of Jim Sheridan’s wistfully melancholic In America (echoed with the Cinderella dress-up costume that Jin wears, even as it gets more tattered along the films trajectory) than Terry Gilliam’s vile Tideland. When the children are offloaded (again) onto their grandparents farm, there is a sense that they have both grown up a fair bit, but also are allowed (despite given a harvesting workload) to be children again. Treeless Mountain flirts with falling into the trap of presenting the children (both child actors are note perfect) precocious or sappy, but never does. It simply observes without judging or forcing a reaction. If Terrence Malick were to ever make a film about children, it might look a little like this.

    There is some subtle subtext on the encroachment of urbanization and the ills that come along (note the films title even), but mainly it is a tale of the growth and rhythms of the human spirit. When parents and their children have watched My Neighbor Tortoro for the hundredth time, this Korean-American co-production may be the obvious next step.

  • VIFF Announces Opening Film

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    Alright, the announcements are coming fast and furious now and I guarantee that there won’t be a post for every minor announcement but this most recent round features some biggies. Most notably is the announcement that the Canadian co-production Blindness will open VIFF 2008.

    I’m not usually one to get all worked up about the opening Galas but I may have to make an exception this year. I’m not quite sure what to make of this, especially since the film appears to open on September 26th but this leads me to believe that perhaps it will only open in limited release on the 26th. Either way, this is my Atonement of the year so you’d better believe I’ll be there.

    Of the other newly added titles, the one which most surprised and excited me is Michel Gondry, Leos Carax and Bong Joon-ho’s fabulous looking Tokyo!.

    More news to come!

  • More VIFF Titles Announced

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    While John and Kurt are getting ready to delve into TIFF (check out the coverage in our TIFF area), I’m getting ready, with podcast co-host and Haiku Movie Review goddess Colleen, to immerse myself in VIFF.

    The preview festival guide was released over the weekend and was relatively easy to find in comparison to last year. The guide has added a number of new titles to the list of previously announced films including a few which are generating a bit of buzz.

    Passes and tickets will go on sale Saturday, September 6th and, I assume, all films will be listed at the VIFF website. For those who may want to wait, the shiny catalogue goes on sale September 13th which also marks the day that cash sales open.

    A few notable additions:

    Adoration (Atom Egoyan) – Not getting the best reviews but considering it comes from a Canadian master, it’s a must watch on my list.

    Control Alt Delete (Cameron Labine) – Haven’t heard anything about this but with the tag line “When your computer’s already your best friend… why not go all the way?” it’s instantly caught my attention.

    The Desert Within (Rodrigo Plá) – Another mysterious film. This one swept the Guadalajara Mexican Film Festival winning best director, film, screenplay and actor awards.

    Heaven on Earth (Deepa Mehta) – Mehta is a personal favourite.

    I’ve Loved You So Long (Philippe Claudel) – The film premiered at Berlin and nearly everything I’ve read praises Kristin Scott Thomas’ performance as brilliant.

    JCVD (Mabrouk El Mechri) – Little to say other than YES!

    Mothers & Daughters (Carl Bessai) – A Bessai comedy? Definitely a must see in my books.

    Real Time (Randall Cole) – I recently posted the trailer for this Jay Baruchel vehicle and though it’s not on my must see list, it’s on my back-up list.

    Religulous (Larry Charles) – Zero interest in this but others may find it worth a watch.

    Waltz with Bashir (Ari Folman) – One of the big buzz generators out of Cannes. Looks fantastic!

  • TIFF 08 Review: The Brothers Bloom

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    Here is an early look at Rian Johnson’s follow up to Brick, and a reminder that John & I are about to fully submerse ourselves in the Toronto International Film Festival (look for a preview on the upcoming Cinecast). Visit our TIFF section by clicking the TIFF Coverage Pane in the masthead (or here) often for reviews and posts as we scramble in between screenings (John plans to take in 40 films, I’m pretty close to that number myself). The goal is to post a link at the end of each day on the mother site with links to what we’ve managed to scrawl out. Forgive spelling and grammar errors, we are running on Starbucks and Pilsner.

    The Brothers Bloom captionedAfter the cult success of Rian Johnson‘s debut feature, the stylish high-school noir, Brick, A-list stars a much bigger budget were sure to follow. The Brothers Bloom was filmed in a variety European and North American locations and things look fabulously bright and breezy on the big screen. Unfortunately, a mild case of the sophomore slump is in place, as the new con artist caper film never quite lives up to the promise of its opening moments and gets mired down a bit by cleverness for cleverness sake. It would be unfair to tag the film with the hubris of Guy Richie’s Revolver because it seems clear that Johnson was aiming for a whimsical light-hearted touch, but the film unfortunately does share glossy posturing and pseudo intellectual chest thumping whilst simultaneously lacking any desired emotional (or intellectual) payoff.

    The film opens very promising however. A delightful voice-over narration from magician extraordinaire Ricky Jay, whose interesting speech rhythms (on display in most David Mamet films, but also in the opening set-up for P.T. Anderson’s Magnolia) set the stage for the bubbly confidence caper film to follow. An image of an amputee kitten pushing itself in a roller skate along the candy-coloured main street in small town America makes things clear that the tonal territory is more Terry Gilliam than David Gordon Green. I suspect the folks who hate the recent onslaught of quirk in film, (for instance, the scene in The Life Aquatic where the crew deal with the Philippine pirates) will be sharpening their knives for The Brothers Bloom in the same way that Juno felt the quirk backlash.

    The opening moments have youngling versions of the brothers in full grifter regalia, rumpled black and white suits with hats to match, overcoming their orphan (ostracized outsider) status by swindling the other (”bourgeois!”) children of their dollars and cents. The ‘prestige’ of the opening sting may just be the biggest zing moment of the film. Genius like that (I won’t spoil!) is why the genre exists! But it is a somewhat bumpy downhill ride after that. Cut to the Brothers in their mid 30s, now played by Adrian Brody and Mark Ruffalo, plying their trade across Europe. Steven (Ruffalo) writes the script and Bloom (Brody) plays the main part of their schemes. This involves ever more elaborate ’stories’ (their terminology for the grift) to insert themselves into and profit from mightily. It seems it is as much about the art and construction of the event as it is the reward. Stephen thinks nothing of incorporating literary references and ‘placement into the frame’ positioning into the construction of his ‘work.’ Somewhere along the way they’ve picked up demolitions expert Bang-Bang (a nearly unrecognizable Rinko Kikuchi who was so vulnerable in Babel and riotously cocky here) who doesn’t speak much, but has a kick-ass wardrobe and and can seemingly disappear and reappear at will which she does. Often. Also, they have alienated their former colleague and mentor, the flamboyant Diamond Dog (Maximilian Schell channeling Christopher Lee). Somewhere along the way their rival has become a full blown enemy. Most critically, all is not well between the brothers tensions cause them to split until Stephen (Ruffalo) comes back with a ‘final job.’ Enter the mark, an eccentric American billionaire named Penelope Stamp, played by Rachel Weisz in a kookier manner than even in the early Mummy pictures. Penelope is a bit of a chameleon herself, she collects hobbies as far ranging as jugging chainsaws on a unicycle to making pinhole cameras out of hollowed out watermelons. She is very hard on her yellow Lamborghini, which serves as the engineered ‘meet-cute’ and start of the convoluted con which will span continents and involve rare books, Russian wire transfers and Steamship voyages.

    I have a real soft spot for con-artist movies, both funny and serious. The genre is pretty flexible. I also love the films of Wes Anderson, whom the tone and aesthetics of this film cannot help but evoke. In the most facile way, I might be tempted to describe The Brothers Bloom with the short hand of The Royal Tenenbaums meets Dirty Rotten Scoundrels meets Joe vs. The Volcano. But it lacks the human heart of Tenenbaums, the saucy cruelty of Scoundrels the aw-shucks of Joe. Familiar yes, as good, no. Some folks may end up loving this movie dear to their hearts and forgive it its glaring flaws. While the movie was interesting enough as it chugs along, the strain caused by the mixture of silly and serious was a hindrance. In Brick, Joseph Gordon Levitt and the supporting players managed to be convincing as rugged noir-ish burnouts, vixens and other low lives in the context of the high-school cliques. The grim overall tone meshed with teenage angst had a leavening effect on the arch high concept. Adrien Brody, and a particularly low-key, laid-back Mark Ruffalo (more abacus here than human being) do not fare as well in The Brother Bloom’s attempted fusion of breezy and gloomy. Like the pristine costumes they wear, the leads are all surface gloss and no lived-in texture; too shallow for when the film springs from a mediation on the narratives we craft to spice up our lives, to the consequences of living the lie ad infinitum. When it goes for fable the film flies, when it goes for drama, it sinks.

    The supporting players fare better (fans of Chris Smith’s Severance be on the lookout for a sweaty Andy Nyman in a tiny role) and Rachel Weisz’s Penelope is endearing yet somewhat underwritten in her actions and intentions. In most cases the film says the words, but fails to convince with the actions of its ‘tortured heroes.’ It aims for a weighty conclusion on a framework made out of balsa-wood. (Mint flavoured) Attempts to dissect story telling devices by using metaphor and symbols as sight gags yield middling success. The film clearly aims for an epiphany or two involving identity, storytelling and living life in the fullest (and most honest) manner. It reiterates that is easier, sometimes, to play the part than be the part. Yes, Bottle Rocket with a budget. I was never bored or angry or even disappointed during The Brothers Bloom, but I left the picture wanting both less and more. I’ll be hold out for Charlie Kaufmann’s Synecdoche, New York for the right balance.

  • Off to TIFF

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    In 3 hours I will be getting on the plane for my flight to TIFF. During the next 2 weeks I will be mostly posting over in the TIFF section but you can also expect close to daily updates here on the main site. We’ll be linking to all the reviews and posts from our coverage.

    The screen shot quiz is put on hold until I return to Saskatoon and Dave and I will be resuming our look at Cronenberg then also.

    Oh and a question for everyone. Is there something wrong with a person who goes to Toronto for a film festival a couple of days early and then spends those days hanging out going to movies before the festival? Some day I really need to go to Toronto and do some actual site seeing instead of just seeing movies.

  • VIFF Heavy on Asian Cinema

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    As far as I can recall, VIFF has always been heavy on the Asian cinema and this year’s festival is no different. Mixed into this years’ lineup for the Lions & Tigers program are a few international and world premieres. I’m particularly looking forward to Johnnie To’s Sparrow and Yim Phil-Sung’s excellent looking Hansel and Gretel.

    The festival has also announced a number of the films in the Cinema of Our Time program and there are, as expected, some fantastic titles here. I’ve only casually glanced through and I’ve already picked out 10 must sees including Hunger, Happy-Go-Lucky and Wendy and Lucy. Also worth noting that the fabulous [REC] is on the lineup though I’ve already caught up with that. To see that list of films, scroll down or jump down.

    China

    24 CITY (Jia Zhangke)
    Jia Zhangke’s most daring combination of documentary and fiction yet. The old socialist Factory 420 in Chengdu, Sichuan, is being replaced by ultra-capitalist luxury residences. Interviews with former workers recreate an entire lost world; appearances by famous actors (including Joan Chen) lace realism with poetry.

    GOOD CATS (Ying Liang) – North American Premiere
    Ying Liang’s savage, funny satire mocks corruption and greed in contemporary China. As ambitious young chauffeur Luo gets deeper into his boss’ schemes, he loses his wife, his money and his moral compass. With a rock band as its Greek chorus: very indie and very surreal.

    JALAINUR (Zhao Ye) – World Premiere
    Zhao Ye’s visionary film captures a strangely obsessive, beautifully dreamlike relationship between a locomotive engineer on the verge of retirement and his doggedly loyal apprentice. Visual poetry, set in the smoke, steam, and snow of wintry Manchuria.

    KNITTING (Yin Lichuan)
    An unusual comedy of poverty and romantic jealousy set in southern China. When Chen Jin’s flamboyant ex-girlfriend moves back in to his hovel, his current live-in girlfriend quietly, stubbornly resists. Director Yin Lichuan allows three-way rivalries to develop in unexpectedly intense and off-beat directions.

    THE LONGWANG CHRONICLES (Li Yifan) – World Premiere
    Li Yifan’s brilliant documentary-almanac chronicles a year in the life of a Chinese small town. Rival underground Christian cults, dubious local electioneering, indentured labour practices: the Chinese government’s policy of “building a socialist countryside” seems far, far away in this revelatory portrait of grassroots life.

    THE LOVE OF MR. AN (Yang Lina) – North American Premiere
    A documentary from China as intimate as it is revelatory. Filmmaker Yang Lina brings us romantically charismatic Lao An, an eighty-something charmer with a vivacious lover (in her youthful 60s) and a disgruntled wife. Love, sex, betrayal, death: this is real life, not melodrama.

    PERFECT LIFE (Emily Tang) – China/Hong Kong – North American Premiere
    Li Yueying is a repressed 21-year-old, just starting out in a new job as a hotel maid, living mostly in her own fantasy world. Emily Tang’s quietly masterful film (co-produced by Jia Zhangke) follows her from domestic disappointments through a tentative relationship to the surprises of encroaching middle-age, and counterpoints her life with that of a divorced mother-of-two living in Hong Kong. These women meet only once, very briefly, but have more in common than first appears. Dragons & Tigers Award nominee.

    PLASTIC CITY (Yu Lik-wai)
    Three generations of Chinese intellectuals, officials, and activists discuss China’s tortured post-1949 history and present possibilities in Wenhai’s remarkably incisive documentary. “Creatures of politics,” they call themselves, and we see how their remarkable histories animate their current beliefs. Living politics, at intimately close range.

    SURVIVAL SONG (Yu Guangyi) – International Premiere
    Yu Guangyi documents the disappearing lifestyle of a family of isolated hunter-trappers in the snowy wilds of northeastern China. But he uncovers the uncanny: their boarder Xiao Li, a nearly mute vagrant, whose wild, passionate singing is a cry, piercing unimaginable loneliness, for survival and dignity.

    SWEET FOOD CITY (Gao Wendong) – International Premiere
    Recut since its premiere in Berlin, Gao Wendong’s debut feature makes brilliant use of cinematic space. In the extraordinary setting of Dalian’s Sweet Food City, a housing/shopping development of the 1990s which is already a massive slum, a jobless chancer strikes up a tentative relationship with a tough hooker–until fate intervenes. Dragons & Tigers Award nominee.

    THE EQUATION OF LOVE AND DEATH (Cao Baoping) – North American Premiere
    A tour de force by China’s finest young actress, Zhou Xun, anchors Cao Baoping’s black comedy/thriller. She’s a tough cabbie, whose quest for her lost lover pits her against a couple of hapless drug runners. With a frenzied, labyrinthine plot that twists right up to the end.

    UP & DOWN (Wang Wo) – International Premiere
    A different way to look at Beijing’s Tiananmen and the Avenue of Eternal Peace that’s witty and slyly subversive to boot.

    WE (Huang Wenhai) – International Premiere
    Three generations of Chinese intellectuals, officials, and activists discuss China’s tortured post-1949 history and present possibilities in Wenhai’s remarkably incisive documentary. “Creatures of politics,” they call themselves, and we see how their remarkable histories animate their current beliefs. Living politics, at intimately close range.

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  • Danny Boyle’s Newest: “Slumdog Millionaire”

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    One of the premieres at TIFF this year is Danny Boyle’s (28 Days Later, Sunshine) Slumdog Millionaire; based on the best selling novel “Q&A” by Vikas Swarup.

    The story is of Jamal Malik, an 18-year-old orphan from the slums of Mumbai, is just one question away from winning a staggering 20 million rupees on India’s Who Wants to be A Millionaire? Arrested on suspicion of cheating (after all, how could an 18 year-old from the streets know so much?), he tells the police the amazing tale of his life on the streets which somehow manages to relate to each question he’s answered correctly. With 60 million people watching, will Jamal correctly answer the big money question?

    Thanks to worstpreviews, we get to see a couple of images. They’re nothing overly special, but considering the stellar imagery of Boyle’s previous films, we’re probably in for a real treat and the story line sounds super intriguing.

    Pics are under the seats…
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