New York Film Festival 2024

[Chris Knipp]

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GENERAL FILM FORUM THREAD (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?5495-New-York-Film-Festival-2024&p=41990#post41990)

New York Film Festival 2024

Opening Night NICKEL BOYS (RaMell Ross 2024) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?5498-New-York-Film-Festival-2024&p=42031#post42031)
THE ROOM NEXT DOOR (Pedro Almodóvar 2024) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?5498-New-York-Film-Festival-2024&p=42052#post42052)
Closing Night Blitz (Steve McQueen 2024) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?5498-New-York-Film-Festival-2024&p=42056#post42056)
Afternoons of Solitude (Albert Serra 2024) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?5498-New-York-Film-Festival-2024&p=42071#post42071) - Spotlight Series
All We Imagine as Light (Payal Kapadia 2024) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?5498-New-York-Film-Festival-2024&p=42038#post42038)
Anora (Sean Baker 2024)
April (Dea Kulumbegashvili 2024) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?5498-New-York-Film-Festival-2024&p=42035#post42035)
The Brutalist (Brady Corbet 2024) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?5498-New-York-Film-Festival-2024&p=42033#post42033)
By the Stream (Hong Sangsoo 2024)
Caught by the Tides (Jia Zhangke 2024) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?5498-New-York-Film-Festival-2024&p=42050#post42050)
Dahomey (Mati Diop 2024)
The Damned (Roberto Minervini 2024) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?5498-New-York-Film-Festival-2024&p=42040#post42040)
Eephus (Carson Lund 2024)
The Friend (Scott McGhee, David Siegel 2024) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?5498-New-York-Film-Festival-2024&p=42048#post42048)
Grand Tour (Miguel Gomes 2024) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?5498-New-York-Film-Festival-2024&p=42034#post42034)
Happyend (Neo Sora 2024) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?5498-New-York-Film-Festival-2024&p=42065#post42065)
Hard Truths (Mike Leigh 2024) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?5498-New-York-Film-Festival-2024&p=42049#post42049)
Harvest (Athina Rachel Tsangari 2024) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?5498-New-York-Film-Festival-2024&p=42066&posted=1#post42066)
Misericordia (Alain Guiraudie 2024)
I'm Still Here (Walter Salles 2024) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?5498-New-York-Film-Festival-2024&p=42054#post42054) Spotlight Series
My Undesirable Friends: Part I — Last Air in Moscow (Julia Loktev 2024)
No Other Land (Basel Adra, Hamdan Ballal, Yuval Abraham, Rachel Szor 2024) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?5498-New-York-Film-Festival-2024&p=42036#post42036)
Oh, Canada (Paul Schrader 2024) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?5498-New-York-Film-Festival-2024&p=42047#post42047)
On Becoming a Guinea Fowl (Rungano Nyoni 2024) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?5498-New-York-Film-Festival-2024&p=42046#post42046)
Pepe (Nelson Carlos de los Santos Arias 2024) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?5498-New-York-Film-Festival-2024&p=42045#post42045)
Queer (Luca Guadagnino 2024) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?5498-New-York-Film-Festival-2024&p=42053#post42053) Spotlight series
Real Pain, A (Jesse Eisenberg 2024) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?5498-New-York-Film-Festival-2024&p=42037#post42037)
The Seed of the Sacred Fig (Mohammad Rasoulof 2024) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?5498-New-York-Film-Festival-2024&p=42032#post42032)
The Shrouds(David Cronenberg 2024) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?5498-New-York-Film-Festival-2024&p=42051#post42051)
Stranger Eyes (Yeo Siew Hua 2023)
SUBURBAN FURY (Robinson Devor 2024)
Transamazonia (Pia Marais 2019)
A Traveler’s Needs (Hong Sangsoo 2024)
​​Việt and Nam (Trương Minh Quýf 2024) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?5498-New-York-Film-Festival-2024&p=42043#post42043)
Who by Fire/Comme le feu (Philippe Lesage 2024)
Youth (Hard Times) (Wang Bing 2024)
Youth (Homecoming)( Wang Bing 2024)

[Chris Knipp]

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ETHAN HENRISSE, BRANDON WILSON IN NICKEL BOYS ]

Warm reception at Telluride (Playlist, (https://theplaylist.net/nickel-boys-review-ramell-ross-frames-his-adaptation-of-colson-whiteheads-novel-from-a-singulair-perspective-telluride-20240904/) Gregory Elwood)

RAMELL ROSS: NICKEL BOYS (2024)

A radical reshuffling for POV emphasis

Award winning documentary filmmaker Ramell Ross has chosen to make his feature debut, an A24 film, a stylistically bold film, that radically rearranges Colman Whitehead's Pulitzer Prize winning novel The Nickel Boys on which it is based, using an evocative, poetic method reminiscent of Terrence Malick's Tree of Life. The story is about Elwood (Ethan Henrisse), an intelligent, motivated, college-age black boy inspired by Rev. King living in the Jim Crow South in 1962 who, hitching a ride unknowingly in a stolen car that gets apprehended by cops, gets sent to a brutal reformatory where many have been beaten and died and been buried on the property, disappeared. His best friend there becomes the more experienced boy, Turner (Brandon Wilson). The reformatory has white and black boys, segretated and given different treatment.

This place immediately brought to mind for me Sugarcane (https://www.chrisknipp.com/writing/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=5440), the recent documentary revealing Catholic-run Native residential schools across Canada where native people where brutalized and eliminated also (in the US too). The high profile choice of this film reminds one of two other NYFF films. Two years ago Elegance Bratton's autobiographical The Inspection, (https://www.chrisknipp.com/writing/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=5058)of being queer and rejected by his mother and joining the U.S. Marines: it was featured as the Closing Night Film as Nickel Boys is the Opening Night one.

Given the radical-POV-shot nature of most of Nickel Boys leads one to wonder if Ross, whose 2018 doc Hale County This Morning, This Evening (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?4466-NEW-DIRECTORS-NEW-FILMS-2018-(March-28%96April-8-2018)-Festival-Coverage&p=36603#post36603) was admired in New Directors/New Films, may have attended the 2015 NYFF and saw Lazlo Nemes' ,Son of Saul (https://www.chrisknipp.com/writing/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=3181) (presented as a NYFF Special Event), where a brief period at Auschwitz is depicted entirely through the eyes of a prisoner. Is the Nickel Academy and Auschwitz too extreme an equivalency? Maybe; but in both cases the films are shot in a way to make the terrifying experience of brutal incarceration more visceral through shooting from the POV of a prisoner. Perhaps the NYFF jury was drawn to these three films for similar reasons.

The contrast between Whitehead's book and the screenplay by RaMell Ros and, Joslyn Barnes is stark, because the book except for shifting back and forth in time is strighbforward and linear, so deliberately understated and in such surprisingly correct standard English it reads a bit like a Young Adult novel, until thihgs go brutally wrong. Peter Debruge in his Telluride Variety review (https://variety.com/2024/film/reviews/nickel-boys-review-1236125991/) poses the obvious question; do Ross' radical devices, as he puts it "turning a Pulitzer Prize-winning novel into a minimalist tone poem," not perhaps achieve identificiton at the loss of a plot you can follow - unless you've read the book before hand?

But Ross' super-empathic POV method avoids over-familiarity, because as Debruge points out citing films as diverse as Boy A, Zero for Conduct, Scum and Sleepers, brutality in boys' reformatories has been done so often for the screen it would seem clichéd to transfer Whithead's book literally to the screen, even though in novel form, the details are impactful. In the film, Ross gets around the problem of the invisibility of his main POV protagonist Elwood (Ethan Herisse) when at the Nickel Academy he befriends Turner (Brandon Wilson), and we get Turner's POV too. But whether seeing actor Herisse's face conveys much additional emotional depth is uncertain, and the boy's idealism, made clear in the book's narrative, is lost also. In addition the film, as Debruge puts it, gets "lost in digressions," including flash-forwards, arthival footage of NASA missions, and later forensic excavations at Nickel Academy that revealed the many unmarked graves.

Nickel Boys, based on Colson Whithead's The Nickel Boys, 140 mins., debuted at Telluride Aug. 30, 2024, showing also at the NYFF late Sept. and Loondon BFI mid-Oct. Reviewed here as part of the NYFF, where it is the Opening Night Film, presented Fri., Sept. 27, 2024. US theatrical release Oct 25, 2024 by Amazon MGM Studios. UK Nov. 8. Metacritic (https://www.metacritic.com/movie/nickel-boys/) rating 86%. (Now 84%.) (Now 89%)

[Chris Knipp]

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The Seed of the Sacred Fig (Persian: دانه*ی انجیر معابد, romanized: Dane ye Anjir e Maabed; French: Les Graines du figuier sauvage; German: Die Saat des heiligen Feigenbaums)


MOHAMMAD RASOULOF: THE SEED OF THE SACRED FIG (2024)

The undoing of an Iranian family

Rasoulof begins wonderfully with a family, whose conflicts reflect neatly enough the turmoil of the brutal Iranian theocratic regime at a real recent moment when the young people are ready to risk evrything to revolt against it, for a while anyway. The father, Iman (Missagh Zareh) is on the way to becoming a judge. His wife Najmeh (Soheila Golestani), the most interesting character because she changes, is religious, like her husband (who's seen praying at home several times), and very loyal to the machine of the regime in which he is a part as a lawyer who is working his way up to the Revolutionary Court. He becomes an interrogator, and the next step is to be a judge.

Their two young daughters Rezvan (Mahsa Rostami) and Sana (Setareh Maleki) harbor the critical ideas of Iranian youth, and this causes them to rescue a classmate, Sadaf (Niousha Akhshi), who has been caught in a demonstration and gotten buckshot in the face. Gradually we see the stresses grow, and production values are excellent all down tthe line, with particularly striking use of Iranian music. The torments and conflicts of living under the Iranian regime have never been so closely wedded to the day to day experiences of a family.

Unfortunately, Rasoulof isn't able to work within these limits and instead turns the movie into a mystery and then a thriller, and then almost a series of conceptual games at a historic ruin Iman takes the family to after he has been doxed by anti-regime forces and they are in danger. Something that seemed very real, while it may remain engrossing in its way, seems to go haywire, starting with the theatrical device of a missing pistol.

Nonetheless, students of the Iranian situation and of Iranian film will have to see The Seed of the Sacred Fig. And a lot of it is a pleasure to look at and listen to. The often flat closeup cinematography is subtly striking. There is a scene where tending a bloody wound feels like a sacred rite. The actresses seem very real. The father becomes a bit shrill later on, but he's powerful in the more successful first half. Mohammad Rasoulof fled his home country to avoid an eight-year prison sentence, and so he is another one of the major Iranian filmmakers, with Asghar Farhadi, Jaafar Panahi and the late Abbas Kiarastomi who have memorably depicted their country without being able to be there or, if there, to move about freely.

The Seed of the Sacred Fig, 168 mins., debuted May 24, 2024 at Cannes (Special Jury Prize and FIPRESCI Award), showing at numerous other international festivals including Sydney, Locarno, Melbourne, Telluride, Torontok and the NYFF, where it was screened for this review. Metacritic (https://www.metacritic.com/movie/the-seed-of-the-sacred-fig/) rating (15 reviews): 84%. A NEON release.

[Chris Knipp]

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ADRIEN BRODY INTHE BRUTALIST

BRADY CORBET: THE BRUTALIST (2024)

Brady Corbet's enigmatic portrait of an emigré Jewish architect strives for grandeur

Reviewing actor-turned-director Brady Crobet's second film Vox Lux (https://www.chrisknipp.com/writing/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=4092) in 2018, (his first, still the most interesting, was the flawed but haunting 2015 THe Childhood of a Leader) (https://www.chrisknipp.com/writing/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=3404), I wrote: "He's already scheduled to shoot a third film, tentatively titled The Brutalist. It is to be the thirty-year saga of a great Hungarian-born Jewish architect struggling for recognition in America. Sounds like Louis Kahn, and his could be a very good story, though his son Nathanial's memorable documentary homage My Architect (https://www.chrisknipp.com/writing/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=222) will be a hard act to follow."

Numerous critics say of The Brutalist "They don't make 'em like this anymore." But one could see that with Childhood of a Leader Corbet was already thinking on a grand scale. The Brutalist, which has met with wide acclaim, dramatically shows the ambition of its maker, who was under thirty when he started work on it. As such, it seems to excite young film fans like the crowd at the NYFF press screening, though even so reaction was mixed. The person sitting next to me, a gradaute of the Yale School of Architecture, declared of the film at the end that it had "lost" him. The fifteen-minte intermission mid-film, contributing to the effect of grandeur perhaps (or of an old fashioned Italin movie showing) gave people a chance at the crowded screening to share views.

Everything rests on the shoulders of Adrien Brody, as László Tóth, the Hungarian Jewish Holocaust survivor. Brody's tall, angular frame, lined features, and memorably deep, rasping impersonation of a Hungarian accent dominate every scene. His essential foil is Guy Pearce, as Harrison Lee Van Buren, the rich Pennsylvania man who discovers and adopts him working in anonymity at a furniture store run by his American cousin. It is a relationship that is a mix of adversarial and supportive from the start. Hardly anyone knows that in Europe, before Naziism came, Toth was a well known modernist architect and had designed substantial buildings. After designing a surprise birthday-gift library for Van Buren's mansion, a gift of his son, which initially infuriates him, Van Buren hires László to design a whole development, a sort of designer city in suburban Pennsylvania.

This becomes a struggle with lesser talents, such as an American archhitect hired to save money. But also with Laszló's own demons, his inability to connect with his wife and his strange niece and his association with drugs enabled by a poor man he has rescued, Gordon (African-French actor Isaach De Bankolé, underused).

Whether his architecture is "brutalist" or not is one of the lost threads. In fact, the film, in all its three hour and thirty-five minute length, gets rather lost in the relationship of Thoth with local magnate Harrison (a ruddy, somewhat bland Pearce), and how the lives of Thoth's wife Erzsébet (an underwhelming Felicity Jones) and his Sphynx-like niece Zsófia (Raffey Cassidy) eventually are woven in and out of this relationship, which is marked by moments of noisy melodrama, especially in the second half. Perhaps "brutalist" refers to the egocentric Van Buren, or to the sometimes enigmatic Thoth, or to the throbbing drama itself, with its thunderous theme music insisting that it is epic, and a masterpiece. It makes a catchy, memorable title.

The beauty of the film is that it's enigmatic, especially László Tóth. But the weakness of the film is this quality, because there isn't enough about this fictitious but brilliant architect's creations or his genius, until the very end, and not enough about the work of being an architect - and not enough else from the somehow underused and ineffective secondary characters to justify this shortcoming or the claim of significance the movie makes for itself.

Still, they don't make them like this anymore. This film is grand and makes an impression, for sure, and for some its evocation of[i] Citizen Kane and the Paul Thomas Anderson of There Will Be Blood and The Master will be considered positive. It doesn't quite live up to those heroic models. but you can't help admiring Brady Corbet for dreaming big.

The Brutalist, 3 hrs., 35 mins., debuted at Venice Sept. 1, 2024, and was snapped up by A24 for distribution. Also shown at Toronto, and at the NYFF, where it was screneed for this review. Metacritic rating (https://www.metacritic.com/movie/the-brutalist/): 89% (18 reviews) now 88% (22 reviews).

[Chris Knipp]

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MIGUEL GOMES: GRAND TOUR (2024)

A 'dreamy Asian travelogue' is poetic cinema and exoticism

There is almost no fixed pretext for the constant traveling in Gomez's Grand Tour, and that, as it were, is the point. This is a journey whose theme is "Let's get lost." We are immediately plunged into exoticism, or orientalism, but in a gentle sense, plunging into the Far East at its most bizarre, a mondo cane where the cane is a pedigreed shiatsu.

The one dodgy low-level pretext is escape, because Edward (Gonçalo Waddington), a frumpily movie star-handsome man with good hair and variable outfits, doesn't want to get married, and he's fleeing his fiancée, Molly (Crista Alfaiate), who somehow finds out where he's going and sends a telegram to say she's on the way, whereupon he snaaks off somewhere else. Telegrams, because this is 1918. But Gomez is not too pinned down by that, or by plot developments. There are period images and contemporary ones. He is more interested in providing a living, on-scene cabinet of wonders as Edward flees quietly from Mandalay to Bankok, thence to Shanghai and beyond, with imagery swinging back and forth betwen then and now and from mostly black and white to occasional color. It is sometimes simply documentary, but even then the film's characters appear in the scenes.

Memorable moments: We get a good look behind and in front of the scene of Thai shadow puppets; a sweeping Strauss waltz is played not as in Sokurov's Russian Ark for ballroom dancers at the Hermitage Museum, but for a busy square full of sweeping, undulating motorcycles moving in slow motion. Molly develops an intriguing friendship with the beautiful French-speaking Ngoc (Lang Khê Tran) in South Vietnam, and their traveling together begins as if it were the most natural thing in the world

The limitation, but also the beauty, of Gomes' method is that during the filmmaking process he allowed the locations to determine where things would go as he went along, as Wes Anderson partly did when making The Darjeeling Limited (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?2121-New-York-Film-Festival-2007&p=18570#post18570) (NYFF 2007) in India. But Gomes, unlike Wes, is traveling through numerous countries. And this is another beauty of the film, its languages, because it constantly shifts from its home tongue of Portuguese within a conversation or from scene to scene, to Thai, Vietnamese, French, Japanese, and Chinese. And the voiceover - and there always is one - in whatever country is spoken in the location language and is constantly shifting. Remember: "Let's get lost" is the organizing principle. All this is very similar to Gomes' 2012 Tabu, (https://www.chrisknipp.com/writing/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=2204) in whose second half the director also improvised as he changed from one exotic location to another. But the structure is stronger and the mood more unified here.

As was said in my Tabu (https://www.chrisknipp.com/writing/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=2204)review for the 2012 NYFF, Gomes' way of making exotic, romantic, retro fantasies can be a bit shallow, but nonetheless the result is "evocative and very cinematic." Lean back and enjoy the ride. This man is unique, and what he's going for is the world of your dreams.

Grand Tour, 128 mins., debuted at Cannes, receiving the best director award, and showing also at Sydney, Karlovy Vary, New Zealand, Toronto, Vancouver, and other international festivals, including the NYFF, where it was screened for this review. Metacritic (https://www.metacritic.com/movie/grand-tour/) rating: 76%. (Now 79%) A MUBI release.

[Chris Knipp]

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IA SUKHITASHVILI IN GEORGIAN DIRECTOR DEA KULUMBEGASHVILI'S APRIL

DEA KULUMBEGASHVILI: APRIL (2024)

Struggles of a beleaguered OB-GYN

Georgian filmmaker Dea Kulumbegashvili's first film, Beginning, (https://www.chrisknipp.com/writing/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=4527&p=4547#p4547) was a memorable part of the 2020 NYFF, and I concluded that despite all my questions throughout it was one of the most remarkable films of the festival and introduced the world to an exciting new filmmaker. Her style is just as harsh and provocative in this, her sophomore film. Beginning focused on a remote Georgian Jehovah's Witnesses congregation despised by the prevailing Eastern Orthodox majority and on the sufferings of the minister's wife. Dea's style and approach haven't changed here, but the focus has shifted to an OB-GYN doctor, Nina (Ia Sukhitashvili), who is an outsider in another way. Working in a harsh rural area, she secretly chooses to perform abortions, which are illegal. Her colleagues know this. Furthermore, When a baby is stillborn with her officiating (depicted in an uncompromising early scene), we learn from the angry father that there are rumors of her clandestine activity. If it becomes known to officials, not only her career but those of her closest associates may be finished.

Again as with Beginning Dea uses boxy academy ratio, again there are Carlos Reygadas-style nature visuals dialed up to the max. This time, watching the film in Lincoln Center's Walter Reade Theater with its remarkable sound system, winds and storms were overwhelming meteorological events: the disarmingly peaceful-sounding April is exhausting as well as disturbing to watch. There is nothing like the fire in Beginning. But just a drive down a country road is harrowing, due to the sound recording, which is emphasized by the complete absence of a score. There is no conventional he-said, she-said editing for conversations. The camera rests on one person for a long eriod, then shifts to another person for an equally long one. Again there are some long silences.

We witness one abortion, shown with a fixed camera a few feet away and as the patient, a deaf mute, softly whimpers, we see only her thigh and an assistent holding her and comforting her. The procedure goes perfectly well, but the later consequences are nonetheless tragic.

Nina is beseiged from several directions. There is pressure from her colleagues to stop performing abortions and the danger of what will happen if she doesn't. The stillborn birth is also leading to investigations. Though a thorough autopsy, read out by a senior colleague in numbing detail, shows the baby had no chance of surviving anyway, Nina is repeatedly accused of being guilty of negligence for avoiding a C-section simply because the mother wanted "a natural birth." So doubt is cast that also might cost Nina her job and her career.

Nina is the portrait of an obsessive. Perhaps such people are opaque; at least she is. One might think a person who devotes her life in more ways than one to a mission to deliver babies and help pregnant young women in trouble would be a warm, caring, sociable type. Nina doesn't seem this way. In a conversation with a man she went to school with, a onetime sweetheart, she declares that she cannot marry because there is no room for anyone else in her life. The actress Ia Sukhitashvili has a severe, almost elegant look, again somewhat against expectations. There is a sexual sequence in a car at night that is utterly cold and unpleasant and leads to violence. Her life outside the work seems empty and awful.

There are also elements of an art film or museum art piece and recurring surreal imagery of a strange naked figure, seen always at some distance, almost like a sepulchral walking corpse. This corpse figure pulls April away from the etreme, punishing naturalism it sometimes has. Again as with Dea's debut film I want to protest and say this is too much and too obviously one-sidedly violent, provocation for its own sake; and again one is convinced that this is too good and has too much conviction not to admire, if grudgingly. More grudgingly this time, though, partly because the protagonist is so unappealing. But aided by Bones and All's dp Arseni Khachaturan, a key source of the blend of long-take realism and nightmarish expressionism, and a powerful sound design, this is another clear demonstration that Dea Kulumbegashvili is a powerful new cinematic voice.

April, 134 mins., debuted at Venice Sept. 5, 2024, showing also at Toronto, Donostia-San Sebastian, Hamburg, and at the NYFF, where it was screened for this review. Metacritic (https://www.metacritic.com/movie/april/) rating: 89% (based on 7 reviews).

[Chris Knipp]

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BASEL ADRA IN NO OTHER LAND

BASEL ADRA, HAMDAN BALLAL, YUVAL ABRAHAM, RACHEL SZOR: NO OTHER LAND (2024)

Nowhere to go

There have been many films about Israel and Palestine, but this one justifies inclusion in the selective New York Film Festival slate because it was made by a collective including both Palestinians and Israelis, and because it was shot over a period of years. It features the relationship between Palestinian Basel Adra and Israeli Yuval Abraham, two young men aiming to record Israel's constant assault on a patch of land in the West Bank, villages known collectively as Masafer Yatta, occupied by the same Arab families for generations. Again and again Israeli bulldozers come and destroy the Palestinians' modest houses. Finally the ultimate indignity: the big machines tear down a small school. Little by little the locals are forced to take up residence in nerby caves. This film records their steadfast resistence and refusal to leave the land.

Basel Adra has been photographed and recorded since he was five years old, we see. Mostly we see him as a vibrant but also weary young man puffing incessently on a shisha or taking too-deep drags on cigarettes while he sits with Yuval Abrahim, as the two of them contemplate the unchanging nature of things. In between is a lot of footage of the assaults, including the increasingly violent attacks of the Jewish settlers, whose illegal housing and vicious violence are tolerated by the Israeli government and constitute a nasty third arm to the IDF forces who are the ones who carry out the constant periodic destructions of Palestinian housing. The claim is that the land is needed for IDF training activities, but it comes out that this is just a pretext for displacing the inhabitants.

Sometimes I think of my years in Cairo when I learned that a common strong oath was الله يخرب بيتك (Ullah yashrib baytak!) - literally "God destroy your house." In this case God is reaplaced by Israelis. It's a cruel, vengeful, and lawless God.

Basel's uncle Hamdan gets shot when he tris to prevent the IDF from stealing the villagers' generator and becomes paralyzed from the neck down. His mother stays by him in this terrible state but she hopes that God will take him and relieve his sufferings. Hamdan inspires many demonstratons of the locals, which lead to arrests. Basel's father is arrested. And on and on it goes.

Sometimes over the years covered here there is a brief moment of Western awareness, a discomfort, even astonishment or outrage, but it passes. Nobody cares, or rather, nobody can go up against the US government, the perpetual main enabler of Israeli injustice. (This film is not concerned with analysis of these issues, however.)

It is always Yuval who is with Basel. The film informs us that there are two colors of car license plates in here. The yellow ones allow free travel, and the green ones go to Palestinians, whose movement is highly restricted. This is one illustration of why it's Yuval who comes to see Basel. Yuval expresses a dream that one day there will be a just and equal society and they will both be able to travel freely And Basel will come to see him. There's a certain charm and humor to this friendship of Yuval and Basel, who are so close (except for the inexorable separation of privilege) that one jokingly asks when their marriage is coming.

Most of the film and what might further convince the already committed - or inshallah wake up the unenlightened in the English speaking world - are the repeated images, year after year, of the home demolitions, and of the locals rebuilding. The school that gets destroyed was actually constructed clandestinely, partly by night, the only way there could be a school. The Israelis wish to deny Palestinians even literacy. The Palestinians in this patch of land repeatedly declare that they have "no other land" and they will not go away.

Eventually, after November 6, 2023 and what the West calls "the Israel-Hamas war," more properly Israel's war on Gaza, violence against the Palestinians in the West Bank also greatly increases and the population of the namesless village Basel belongs to must flee, as others have done. Basel and Yuval have had to stop filming what's happening or they would die like the 116+ journalists who have been killed in Gaza.

No Other Land, 92 mins., debuted at Berlin Feb. 17, 2024, and included in over 20 international festivals, including the NYFF, where it was sccreened for this review. Showing at the NYFF Sept. 29, Oct. 1, 5, and 6. For details see HERE (https://www.filmlinc.org/nyff2024/films/no-other-land/).
Q&A with Basel Adra, Yuval Abraham, and Rachel Szor in person on Sept. 29 & Oct. 1. Metacritic rating (https://www.metacritic.com/movie/no-other-land/): 91%.

[Chris Knipp]

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KIERAN CULKIN, JESSE EISENBERG IN A REAL PAIN

JESSE EISENBERG: A REAL PAIN (2024)

Two Jewish cousins revisit their family origins in Poland

Jesse Eisenberg costars in his sophormore directorial outing here. After playing a great variety of roles and receiving acclaim as an actor, he draws on his own background, playing a man called David Kaplan who is an American Jew with a grandmother who was a Holocaust survivor from Poland, and at her demise has left money to pay for a trip with his cousin Benji (Kieran Culkin) to visit the house where she lived in Lublin, as well as Majdanek, nearby, the concentration camp she survived. We must survive the outlandish performance of Culkin, which ramps up several notches his (justiably) award-winning shtick as Roman Roy on HBO's addictivre series, "Succession."

Most people love Kieran Culkin's work as Benji here, but it's so obtrusive (and borderline offensive, especially for his use of F-words in every line) that it steals the picture, which seems a shame. There was a place for gentle humor here, especially considering the solemn subject matter. Nonetheless it has to be confessed that this movie is vivid and works and is a great improvement over Jesse's directing debut, When You Finish Saving the World.

There is no disputing that Kieran Culkin is a remarkable actor. His Benji, as fluently written by Eisenberg, is a bold, complex character, penetrating and outrageous in his remarks and observations, funny, charming. He frequently undercuts his own charm by causing offense to people the pair encounters. These notably include members ofthe little Polish Holocaust tour David and Benji join, then depart from. It includes a tight-lipped older couple, a recently single woman from California, an even quieter couple, an African-born Jewish convert, and the non-Jewish, occasionally droll British tour guide, James (Will Sharpe).

It's made clear both from things explicitly stated by David and from sad bookending shots of him sitting alone pre and post trip in the New York airort that Benji is in transition, or simply adrift, and things have gone very badly earlier in the year, and he lives in his mom's basement. In contrast David has what appears a very lucrative job selling digital advertising and lives comfortably in New York City with his wife and small child. Benji debunks the job as the lowest thing you could do; David defends it as essential to the very existence of the internet.

Benji may have been fun for Eisenberg to write because he can go anywhere at any time he wants with the character. For instance, when the cousins and the tour members are on a a posh train in Poland, Benji suddenly thinks of how Jews were shipped to their deaths in cattle cars and insists on running out of the first class compartment. Then later when David falls asleep next to Benji (a recurrant theme) in another car and they have to jump another train to get back to their meeting point, Benji insists they do this without paying, and when they sneak into a first class car he says they've "earned it."

Eisenberg is seeking to convince us that a neuro-divergent type like Benji deserves our sympathy and respect and can provide us with insight. David puts up with him, despite apologizing to the tour members. They tolerate, even like him, and James thanks him for his ruthless criticisms of his performance as a guide for being too weighed down by "facts" and not enough "reality," and pledges to reshape his methods accordingly.

This is a movie that amuses, provokes, and teaches, and Eisenberg carries off the teaching part without ever seeming pedantic or stodgy. As wild as some moments get, we are still always firmly in the "reality" of a Polish Holocaust tour. We get to see relevant cities and sites (including the concentration camp) exactly as they look today. What swings my views toward approval of the film are David's speeches, in which Eisenberg unobtrusively provides sane balance so that somehow it all works and you may think maybe Culkin's outrageous turn was after all actually more amusing than offensive.

A Real Pain, 90 mins., debuted at Sundance; shown also at Aspen, Zurich, BFI London, and the NYFF, where it was screened for this review for an Oct. 5, 2024 showing. Release in ten countries scheduled for early 2025; in the US, Nov. 1, 2024. Metacritic (https://www.metacritic.com/movie/a-real-pain/) rating: 84% (based on 19 reviews).

[Chris Knipp]

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PAYAL KAPADIA: ALL WE IMAGINE AS LIGHT (2024)

A dreamlike Indian film that was a first at Cannes

In Competition-Grand Prix at Cannes. India's first Cannes Competition film in 30 years, says S.M Kaufman in INDIEWIRE (https://www.indiewire.com/criticism/movies/all-we-imagine-as-light-review-1235008070/), 'is a sensual triumph." "Dreamlike and gentle," says Bradshaw in the GUARDIAN (https://www.theguardian.com/film/article/2024/may/23/all-we-imagine-as-light-review-payal-kapadia), finally giving a film here 5/5 stars. The film is the story of three Mumbai hospital employees in monsoon season, two nurses and a cook, all originally from small towns, two of whom are roommates, the younger one causing scandal by having in ill-concealed Muslim boyfriend, an action on her part in rejection of arranged marriage. The eldest of the women is threatened with eviction due to an oversight of her late husband. Jessica Kiang in VARIETY (https://variety.com/2024/film/reviews/all-we-imagine-as-light-review-1236014776/) says with just two features (this is the second, the first fiction) Kapadia "has established her rare talent for finding passages of exquisite poetry within the banal blank verse of everyday Indian life." The eldest decides to quit the hospital and go back to her home village and the other two women accompany her. DP Ranabir Das gives all sorts of light, Kiang says, a "gorgeous glamor." The portrait of the city is "unusually rich," so it's "almost a wrench" when the second half moves to the country but the new setting focuses more on the women's developed "bonds of mutual support" that burn brighter. And the Muslim boyfriend has secretly followed. Kapadia won the documentary award at Cannes in 2021 for her film in Directors' Fortnight, A Night of Knowing Nothing. Fionnuala Halligan of SCREEN DAILY (https://www.screendaily.com/reviews/all-we-imagine-as-light-cannes-review/5193937.article), who also uses the word "gentle" as well as for the latter part "mystical," says there's "a strong romantic streak" in the depiction of Mumbai that "calls to mind Wong Kar-wai's great love affair with the city of Hong Kong." Bradshaw notes up front a "languorous eroticism" and "something epiphanic in the later scenes and mysterious final moments." 114 mins. All We Imagine As Light jumped to the top of the Cannes SCREEN DAILY jury grid with a 3.3 rating, on a par with Sean Baker's Anora.[/B] - From my vicarious remote Cannes coverage.

The film has a cumulative effect. Early on, it may seem like merely an excerpt from a daytime serial, till you notice how compelling the actors are. The deep beauty especially of Kani Kusruti as Prabha, the nurse, grows on you. It is also effective that the film is divided into the city and country segments, which takes you though a whole history of India and whole lifetimes. Through her focus on the three women hospital workers, their dreams and frustrations, young Payal Kapadia, who is still in her thirties, has patiently woven movie magic.

All We Imagine As LIght, 110 mins., debuted at Cannes May 23, 2024, showing afterward at many, many international festivals including the NYFF where it was screened for this review (For an oct. 7, 2024 showing). US theatrical release begins mid-Nov., 2024. Metacritic (https://www.metacritic.com/movie/all-we-imagine-as-light/) rating: 93% (based on 12 critic reviews).

[Chris Knipp]

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SEAN BAKER: ANORA (2024)

The most fun at Cannes comes to New York

VIDEO CLIP (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qQnSqMFlzII)

In Competition at Cannes it won the top award, the Palme d'Or. Remember Baker scored high with his iPhone-shot TANGERINE (https://www.chrisknipp.com/writing/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=3106) about two "working girls" in 2015. ANORA could be seen as a much more realistic version of PRETTY WOMAN, spinning out a "whirlwind sex-work romance," says Peter Debruge in his VARIETY review (https://variety.com/2024/film/reviews/anora-review-sean-baker-1236011025/), that "sparkles like the tinsel in its leading lady's hair." She's a New York stripper and he's the "reckless son of a Russian oligarch." The film that has a Safdie brothers flavor Debruge calls "compulsively entertaining, 80-proof emotional ride." Anora or "Ani" (MIkey Madison) is part Russian and speaks a bit of the language learned from her grandma, and shares a small house in Brighton Beach with her sister. It's at the Manhattan strip club, HQ, where she's an escort and lap dancer that she gets sent to the table of young big spender Ivan, aka Vanya (Mark Eydelshteyn), and Ivan and Ani, close in age, click at once. The next day he brings her to his nearby mansion; she negotiates for $15K up front when he wants her to stay. 138 minutes "race by" (though a few could be lost) in a "full-throttle tragicomedy of romance, denial and betrayal," Peter Bradshaw says in his 4/5 star GUARDIAN review (https://www.theguardian.com/film/article/2024/may/21/anora-review-stellar-turn-from-mikey-madison-in-sex-work-non-love-story), A "a non-love story which finds its apex in a Las Vegas wedding chapel in the middle of the night, "slaloms downwards into the most extraordinary, cacophonous uproar of recrimination unfolding in what is more or less real time." David Rooney in HOLLYWOOD REPORTER (https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/movies/movie-reviews/anora-review-mikey-madison-sean-baker-1235905037/) says "Sex workers have been a big part of Baker's gallery of outsiders," and this makes ANORA "a fine addition to his terrific body of work." Ani has "a sweetness that humanizes even the most transactional situations" as well as "a defensiveness that makes her dangerous when threatened" - i.e., like when Ivan's dad sends goons to break up this mismatch, Ivan bolts, and Ani does a stand-off. Vegas is for the wedding, but they spend a lot of time at Brighten Beach-adjacent locales with Vanya and his "retinue of Russian-speaking locals," in Coney Island, "a pool hall, a video game arcade, Tatiana Grill on the boardwalk," etc. shot in 35mm with anamorphic lenses thus a messy but "satisfying watch." The leads are "terrific" (Madison) and "watchable" (Eydelshteyn) and " Baker’s film-making is muscular and fluent" (Bradshaw). In an enthusiastic Oscar Expert YouTube review (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_YH4nQjuRwg) Brother Bro (Mason Jaeger) calls ANORA, which he gives 9 out of 10 "the best film I've seen at Cannes" and predicts it will go on to collect many laurels in the US awards season with multiple Oscar noms including Best Actor and Best. Actress for the leads. WINNER OF THE PALME D'OR. A Neon release.

[Chris Knipp]

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ROBERTO MINERVINI: THE DAMNED (2024)

The documentarian tries his hand at an atmospheric Civil war drama

The Italian has lived in the US for two decades chronicling marginal people. I've reviewed Stop the Pounding Heart (https://www.chrisknipp.com/writing/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=2679&view=previous) (2013) and What You Gonna Do When the World's on Fire? (https://www.chrisknipp.com/writing/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=4367) (2020). His Cannes release this year continues that process in his first period piece, set in the Civil War period when the U.S. Army sends a volunteer company to patrol the uncharted Western territories. See Peter Debruge's Variety review (https://variety.com/2024/film/reviews/the-damned-review-1236001620/): he makes the film sound thin in story to put it mildly, but an "atmospheric and unscripted" depiction of young men in the war, mostly not in combat, and a "welcome extension" of the filmmaker's documentary work. Jordan Mintzer in his*Hollywood Reporter (https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/movies/movie-reviews/the-damned-review-roberto-minervini-1235894576/) review says that in its "aesthetic" here Minervini suggests Terence Malick’s The New World and Alejandro Iñarritu’s The Revenant. Amusingly he suggests this is a low-keyed, laconic version of those movies. In particular this can seem an uninspired version of Malick's spiritual musings when the soldiers talk about whether or not they believe in anything.

When one absolutely doesn't believe, and you notice how much they say words like "OK," if not before, you realize these men are talking in their own modern vernacular. In this, the film is in and out of time, also like Terrence Malick.

They are Union soldiers on the periphery, sent to investigate western lands and seen in Montana. (One is from California and one from Virginia, so they come from afar.) A man brings his two young sons, or the sons rather chose to come with him. Some of them have no experience; one is sixteen and says his facial hair doesn't yet grow and he does not yet know what it is to be a man. His knowledge of riflery is shooting rabbits and a few squirrels.

The interest of this film is also its limitation for some, that it has virtually no plot (not unlike Minervini's documentary films). They are just there. But this is life, and especially military life. At one point there is a skirmish, with shots fired and men endangered. It's not clear what it really comes from. There is a sergeant, but nobody knows what they're doing. At one point the older of the two boys, who expresses religious convictions, says he no longer knows why he is there. "Becoming a hero" no longer seems a likelihood.

The boys and men, the latter longhaired and bearded, talk and these non-actors seem to be improvising on their own. It's pretty dilatory and sometimes empty or repetitious, but that again is the way people are.

I like plot and story as much as anyone. They are the lifeblood of fiction. But we know how much plot and story can run away with a film. We also know that in the hands of Samuel Beckett fiction can compel with minimal plot. Toward the end of the film four of the men go off on their own to scout for a pathway through the mountains in the snow, abandoning the rest of the men. An image of the starting point shows back at base camp many have died.

Horses play an important part in this film with their presence. At one point a dark mare is tethered on a wire line and pulling at it, complaining. Another example of aimlessness and the waiting that is an essential part of army life.

Admire the caps and the big blue capes, and drink in the helplessness of soldiery, Union Army style. This could be a good new direction for Minervini.

The Damned/I dannati, 89 mins., debuted in the 2024 Un Certain Regard section at Cannes in which it won the Best Director award. Also shown at Toronto and the NYFF, screened at the latter for this review. Metacritic (https://www.metacritic.com/movie/the-damned-2024/critic-reviews/) rating: 63%.

[Chris Knipp]

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MATI DIOP: DAHOMEY (2024)

David Rooney's Hollywood Reporter Berlinale review (https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/movies/movie-reviews/dahomey-review-mati-diop-1235829050/)
(Feb. 18, 2024):


With her mesmerizing 2019 debut feature, the lyrical Senegalese ghost story Atlantics, as well as the nonfiction project that preceded it, A Thousand Suns, Mati Diop jumped to the forefront of diasporic Black European directors reclaiming their ancestral African roots. The director’s own path as a cultural revenant continues to be inextricably woven through her work, alongside a contemplative consideration of repatriation and reparations, in her multifaceted medium-length docu-fictional essay Dahomey.

The film is both a response to Alain Resnais and Chris Marker’s 1953 inquiry into African art and colonialism, Statues Also Die, and an ongoing debate on the significance of returned artifacts and the responsibility of new generations to continue the vital work of conservation and cultural reclamation.

[Chris Knipp]

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PIA MARAIS: TRANSAMAZONIA (2024)

Guy Lodge (Variety, at Locarno: "'News of the World' star Helena Zengel anchors the first film in over a decade from South African director Pia Marais, which is humidly atmospheric but narratively hard to pin down."
Premiering in Locarno’s main competition, with a New York Film Festival slot to come, this is a formally muscular and typically searching fourth feature from South African-born writer-director Marais: Her last film — 2013’s simmering character study “Layla Fourie” — may have been set in her homeland, but her career has otherwise been built on a thoroughly international perspective. Postcolonial questions of belonging and displacement play heavily into “Transamazonia,” which is at pains to avoid overly exoticizing the little-portrayed region of Brazil in which it unfolds, securing the collaboration of the Assurini people of the country’s Trocará Indigenous Territory. (They are collectively credited as associate producers.) Still, there’s an opacity to this ambitious, conscientious film’s characterization on all fronts that hinders our emotional involvement, even as it holds our interest.

[Chris Knipp]

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THANH HAI PHAM, DUY BAO DINH DAO IN VIET AND NAM

TRUONG MINH QUȲ: VIET AND NAM (2024)

Vietnamese gay miners in love make for a "drowsily distinctive" film

So Says Jessica Kiang in herVariety review (https://variety.com/2024/film/reviews/viet-and-nam-review-truong-minh-quy-1236015485/) from Cannes Un Certain Regard. This sensuous slow cinema of two coal miners Kiang thinks the filmmaker may not want us to watch (though "the body-contouring properties of coal dust on sweat-slicked skin [rarely] been more sensuously explored") so much as to "doze and dream our way in and out of it."

Certainly two gay miners who make sensuous love down in the mine is an eye-catching, titillating subject. They are Viet (Duy Bao Dinh Dao) and Nam (Thanh Hai Pham), two decidedly scrawny twenty-somethings, and they are poetically in love. But this Cannes Queer Palm nominee turns out to be a film that's panoramic as well as intimate, and tinged with both collective and personal tragedy. One of the two young men plans to be smuggled out, in some system of plastic bags, and this reference to human trafficking alludes to the 39 Vietnamese refugees found suffocated in an articulated refrigerator lorry in Grays, Essex, UK in 2019. A present-day reference to 9/11 actually sets the action twenty years earlier, to 2001. But talk leads back to the ghosts of Vietnam's past, particularly the American war, as Nam’s mother (Thi Nga Nguyen) leads the young men on a journey to find out where his soldier father, her husband, died and where his body is. And there is a memorable scene of a white-faced medium with a fraudulent air but a forceful manner who channels missing souls for those many still seeking to resolve war losses.

The young lovers and past memories seem moody with anticipated loss, and memories of the war as well as detonations in the coal mine give a pervasive sense of the violent tenor of life. Underground images sometimes are nearly black. But dp Son Doan's imagery shot on 16mm stock includes external scenes that offset the darkness with reminders of the distinctive aesthetics of the Vietnamese landscape. There are light moments too like the one when Viet's ma's elderly friend Ba (Viet Tung Le) asks when the two boys are getting married and one blurts out, "To each other?" - a misunderstanding the audience gets, but not Ba.

The search in the second half takes the trio to the forested Central Highlands from whence director Quy himself hails, where unexploded ordinance remains.

Past trauma and present dissatisfaction swirl around in this moody, poetic film that may leave you almost in a trance. There's a powerful feeling of sensuality and world-weariness that forms a picture of a country whose present is so unsatisfactory Viet may beg Nam to stay, but there can't be much conviction in any argument, and we can see why this film is banned in Vietnam for its "negative view" of the country. One can't exactly contest that.

A subtle, memorable film nonetheless whose stillness, magic, and personal landscapes suggest the films of Apichatpong Weerasethakul, but also shows the filmmaker himself to have arrived at a distinctive new maturity with this third film. (John Berra in Screen Daily (https://www.screendaily.com/reviews/viet-and-nam-cannes-review/5193650.article) found "discernible echoes" of Bi Gan and Anocha Suwichakornpong here as well.)

The film released in France last Wednesday, September 25, and the and the AlloCiné (https://www.allocine.fr/film/fichefilm-328445/critiques/presse/) press rating is 3.4 (68%), only "moyen," but the hard-to-please Cahiers du Cinéma likes it, and passage quoted from the Cahiers critic, Thierry Méranger, is as good a description of this film as you''re likely to find: "From start to finish, the film borrows from queer romance, working-class chronicle, socio-political pamphlet, psychoanalytical quest, historical fable and dreamlike essay, in a series of sequences that are mostly free of any obligation to chronological or stylistic continuity." True: and it all somehow works!

Việt and Nam (Trong lòng đất,"Under the Earth"), 125 mins., debuted at Cannes May 22, 2024 in the Un Certain Regard section. It was also included at nearly a dozen other festivals including New York, where it was screened for this review. To be distributed in the US in early 2025 by Strand Releasing. Metacritic (https://www.metacritic.com/movie/viet-and-nam/) rating; 76%. It released in France Sept. 25 and the AlloCiné (https://www.allocine.fr/film/fichefilm-328445/critiques/presse/) press rating is 3.4 (68%).

[Chris Knipp]

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JACQUES AUDIARD: EMILIA PÉREZ (2024)

A trans musical in Spanish from Audard, and a big hit at Cannes - now seen at the NYFF

From Hollywood Reporter: (https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/movies/movie-news/emilia-perez-cannes-selena-gomez-zoe-saldana-1235903359/)
Jacques Audiard returned to Cannes on Saturday night to introduce the world to Emilia Perez, which received a rapturous response from the audience, who gave it a nine-minute standing ovation. After Audiard took the mic to speak in French, the standing ovation resumed for another minute or so.

The 10th film from the French auteur — his sixth film in the main competition — stars Zoe Saldaña as a frustrated lawyer, Selena Gomez as a drug lord’s wife, Édgar Ramírez as a dangerous love interest and Karla Sofía Gascón as the cartel kingpin who longs to escape a life of crime and become the woman he’s always dreamed of becoming. And surprise — it’s a musical.

A number of unfavorable or reserved reviews shows some are not so crazy about such an oddball creation, indicated by the Metacritic rating of 71%. (https://www.metacritic.com/movie/emilia-perez/critic-reviews/). But the novelty, plus Selena Gomez and Édgar Ramirez make this a unique, and for some desirable bauble. The film won the Cannes Jury Prize, and the Best Actress award went jointly to the four leading ladies, Adriana Paz, Karla Sofía Gascón, Selena Gomez, and Zoe Saldaña.

David Rooney in Hollywood Reporter (https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/movies/movie-reviews/emilia-perez-review-zoe-saldana-selena-gomez-jacques-audiard-1235903402/) sums up: "Zoe Saldaña, Selena Gomez and the divine Karla Sofia Gascón light up Jacques Audiard’s fabulous queer crime musical in which a Mexican drug lord enlists the help of a lawyer to undergo gender-affirming surgery in the latest from the French director of The Beat My Heart Skipped, A Prophet, Rust and Bone, and Dheepan."

That was quite a run, and for a few years Audiard was my favorite French director. If that changed, it's because he's so open to change himself, genre change - which, in French, could mean sex change, so the theme of this nutty, raucous, semi-comic, half-sung, Spanish language film is a logical step. I didn't find myself keeping up, even though I could appreciate the audacity and confidence of this production.

See Peter Bradshaw's Cannes vlog (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G9fQwNWIqoM) where he tosses off a fluent summary of this semi-musical S.A. gangster-family film (he says it's "One of the wackiest films in Cannes," and is "Like a thriller by Amat Escalante, with lyrics by Lin-Manuel Miranda, as if Pedro Almodóvar had made a musical of Mrs. Doubtfire." And then he wonders if its periodic bursts into song aren't maybe designed to mask how far-fetched it all is.

I wasn't at Cannes, and didn't get to see Emilia Perez till now, the end of September, as part of the New York Film Festival at Lincoln Center, but I remembered Bradshaw's question as I watched. Isn't this all very implausible? Isn't it just a fable, a myth? About what? Isn't it a bit like a surreal Exquisite Corpse, where different people add continuations to a drawing without knowing what came before?

It feels as if Audiard just likes the idea, as well all might, of a super-macho Mexican gangster who wants nothing more than to become a woman; who always felt that way. The delight of the production obviously is not only the trans person (played by an actual one), the gangster transformed into zoftig woman who now wants to do good - as if anybody could undo all the evil, the brutality, the disappeared people of Mexico - but the triumph of these four women leading in dramatically different roles in this ebullient musical, with its moments of love and violent conflict - this is what appealed to people, as signified by the joint Best Actress award at Cannes being given to all four of them. I don't know how much that matters to the home consumer on his/her/their Netflix screen.

But though I was floored by the film, and will have to watch it at least once more to take it all in, there seemed some obvious things lacking. Maybe there was enough about the ardors of body transformation at Cannes already this year with Demi Moore in Coralie Fargeat's Substance. But there isn't much in Emilia Perez about how gangster Manitas Del Monte suffers to be transformed. Indeed the machinations of the plot overwhelm any treatment of inner turmoil or gratification in the film. I refer you to Bradshaw's formal written summary of the plot of Emilia Perez, his Guardian review (https://www.theguardian.com/film/article/2024/may/18/emilia-perez-review-jacques-audiards-gangster-trans-musical-barrels-along-in-style) of it, for the many details. The plot action is fast and exciting, and that speed and excitement take the place of emotional or intellectual gratification. Others may differ on this.

Emilia Perez may provide high octane (or "wacky,"to use Bradshaw's word) entertainment. It's amazing how far in another direction Audiard has gone this time, again. It still feels ever more that he peaked with The Beat My Heart Skipped followed by A Prophet. But he wants to keep changing genres, and this is the genre-changingest of all.

This got a nine-minute standing ovation at Cannes: none of that at the NYFF press screening. Bunbury saw it as "very much a winner," hinting at Palme d'Or possibilities. (Debruge said in this VAIETY review (https://variety.com/2024/film/reviews/emilia-perez-review-selena-gomez-zoe-saldana-1236008567/) that Karla Sofía Gascón "electrifies" in her lead role.) Indeed everything is bright and sparkling, but perhaps a little crass, perhaps a little lacking in individuality, or delicacy - pushed. For the Cannes red carpet, Gomez wore (https://www.youtube.com/shorts/IURanK3Ykbc) a beautifully simple YSL gown and a $3.5 million Bulgari diamond necklace. That was the most tastefully crass gesture of all. (Gomez may not have projected quite the sophistication to "rock" such classy "rocks.") Netflix has bought Émilia Perez for $12 million. Netflix has bought Émilia Perez for $12 million.

Emilia Perez, 130, debuted at Cannes, winning the Jury Prize and cOmbined Best Actress award. Also shown at Brussels, Wrocław, Telluride, San Sebastian, Toronto, Hamburg and the NYFF, where it was screened for this review. US release Nov. 1, 2024. Metacritic (https://www.metacritic.com/movie/emilia-perez/) rating: 7̶1̶%̶ now 69% (10/9/24).

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[Chris Knipp]

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PEPE THE HIPPO IN PEPE

NELSON CARLOS DE LOS SANTOS ARIAS: PEPE (2024)

Dying thoughts of Pablo Escobar's escaped Hippopotamus

Writer/director/editor/composer Nelson Carlos de los Santos Arias has many ideas flying around in his head when he unreels this high-concept film, which takes the idea of the banished Colombian drug lord Pablo Escobar's dispersed ménage of exotic African animals and in particular, one hippo who escaped from the herd and was shot down. Coming from Namibia, Southwest Africa, one of four, to South America and then, like an escaped slave hunted down: this seemed to Carlos de los Santos Arias too good an idea not to run with it with ideas of colonialism and eco-tourism dancing in his head.

But his symbolic protagonist cannot not run too far, because "Pepe", a name the locals gave the unfortunate beast, is dead when the film begins. We see him, but the deep voice we hear is his disembodied post mortem spirit, pondering. The part that appealed to me was the voice. There are several. Jhon Narváez, Matjila Fareed, Harmony Ahalwa, and Shifafure Faustinus voice Pepe in Spanish, Afrikaans, and Mbukushu, successively, but the sequence begins in an indigenous dialect. This is meant to reflect alternate colonized people and the capturing of a hippopotamus "herd" (or was it more like a posse?) made Pepe a colonized animal person.

Among these voices there was a very deep one that maybe was speaking in Mbukushu, which has an archaic ring to it, but the Afrikaans, I guess, sounds good too. Unfortunately the filmmakers did not think to indicate in their subtitling which language was being subtitled.

A similar playing-around took place with this film in the images, because they are rendered alternately between Super 16mm film-stock, digital RED cameras, and night-vision surveillance footage. I'm indebted to POV Magazine's article (https://povmagazine.com/pepe-review-requiem-for-the-fallen-hippopotamus/) about the film, which adds that "The wide array of formats and aspect ratios are interwoven within the languid chronology."

Languid chronology. Hmmm. Well, I fell asleep, but then, I was tired. I was wide awake when there was careful coverage of a provincial fair in which very local, very naive and well-meaning "beauty queens" came forward and expressed their halting plans for improving the local region, to wild applause by their mothers. Whatever this had to do with the spirit of an escaped former captive, then liberated hippo was a question lost in the languid chronology.

Another format came from the director's rather small square showing what POV somewhat laboriously explains by saing that "The implementation of a fictional Hanna-Barbera inspired cartoon also comments on the mythologization of the hippopotami phenomenon." So there's that.

That chronology also warped into a small tour bus, apparently in Namibia, or South Africa (who knows?) where a guide was addressing the group in German about sight-seeing local wildlife and how to deal with the local "natives" (be friendly but keep a distance), referring to his black local guide, also present, who addressed him ending each sentence with "Boss." Hmmm, and again hmmm. At the end my screening companion's comment was "I don't know what I've just seen." Nor did I. But I liked the deep archaic hippo voice, regardless of anything it uttered.

Jessica Kiang in her Variety review (https://variety.com/2024/film/reviews/pepe-review-1235916201/) calls this film "a sometimes fascinating but more often frustrating head-trip." The review heading also calls the film "An Opaque, Experimental Odyssey." It's opaque for us because it stays stuck inside the filmmaker's head.

Pepe, mins., debuted at the Berlinale Feb. 20, 2024, showing also at Beijing, Hong Kong, IndieLisboa, Shanghai, Sydney, Karlovy Vary, Poland, Torontok, BFI London, and the NYFF, where it was screened for this review. Metacritic (https://www.metacritic.com/movie/pepe/) rating: 59%.

[Chris Knipp]

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SUSAN CHARDY IN THE OPENING SHOT OF ON BECOMING A GUINEA FOWL

RUNGANO NYONI: ON BECOMING A GUINEA FOWL (2024)

The truth comes out when a man dies in Zambia

What's notable in Rungano Nyoni's new film focused on a big family funeral is the seamlessly assumed eccentricities of the numerous family, which includes relatives of the poor widow, who seems to wind up blamed for her late husband's dramatic flaws, if she's not careful. Again as in her debut I Am Not a Witch (https://www.chrisknipp.com/writing/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=3924) (seen but due to embargo not reviewed here) the Zambian-born, Welsh-raised filmmaker unfolds a misogyny fable focused basically on the harsh abuses faced by young girls even in ttoday's African society.

Driving home from a party still wearing an elegant surreal mask, protagonist Shula (Susan Chardy) comes across her uncle Fred lying dead, eyes open, in the middle of the road, in a location near what turns out to be a brothel. Dealing with this Shula retains some of the dry restraint her helmet and big shades implied. Quick flips between English and Zambian language also convey both detachment and sophistication, qualities doubtless needed to deal with breathtaking provocations and giddy contrasts between modern and traditional attitudes among family members encountered, particularly male ones, who often issue demands and make denials.

Somewhat inexplicably Shula gets assigned to organize a crowded family funeral for uncle Fred. We soon learn that Fred was not only a drunk who often didn't come home but a serial sexual abuser of young female family members: he got one pregnant when she was eleven. Why not, then, just put Fred away discretely and quietly, the less said the better? But that is not the family way. Maybe people don't know or, worse, they don't care. Even one of the victims brushes off her victimization, saying "Never mind; he's dead now, and that was years ago." Later however, she is found collapsed in tears.

Family warfare also applies, and thus it is that there's an attempt from hostile factions to blame the widow for the depredations of Fred and punish her by leaving her with no possessions. Is this democracy, or chaos? Anyway, because this is Africa a lot of what happens seems lively and funny and all of it is full of energy. Nyoni's film captures everything. It's modern, elegant, and brilliantly accomplished, though it meanders a bit toward the middle and could have used some heightening and trimming.

At one point in the wake a large group of family members seamlessly break into sweet, harmonious song: an exquisitely executed moment and a high point of this continually enjoyable and eye-opening film.

Peter Bradshaw noted (https://www.theguardian.com/film/article/2024/may/16/on-becoming-a-guinea-fowl-review-rungano-nyoni-cannes-film-festival-2024) the "unsettlingly playful surrealism" of this film at Cannes. But there is naturalism too, and fluid camera work and the varied interiors, which morph from primitive to hip, with lumpy furniture and big elongated wood sculptures, help contribute to making what might seem just a filmed play become something that could not have such fluidity on a stage.

The title takes us to a children's TV show about animals Shula is haunted by memories of, particularly an episode focused on a guinea fowl whose loud squawk was a warning of approaching predators - something she wished had been available to ward off uncle Fred.

On Becoming a Guinea Fowl, 95 mins., debuted at the Un Certain Regard section at Cannes May 2024, receiving the best director award. Also shown at Karlovy Vary, Durban, Poland, Melbourne, and the NYFF, where it was screened for this review. A coming A24 release Stateside - a sign that Rungano Nyoni has jointed the top rank of young African filmmakers. Metacritic (https://www.metacritic.com/movie/on-becoming-a-guinea-fowl/critic-reviews/) rating: 80%.

[Chris Knipp]

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RICHARD GERE, UMA THURMAN IN OH, CANADA

PAUL SCHRADER: OH, CANADA (2024)

Schrader's reportedly very personal second Russell Banks adaptation is a confusing misfire

The novel Foregone by Russell Banks, who died last year, that forms the basis for Oh, Canada, concerns an accomplished documentary filmmaker at the end of his life who's sitting for a documentary to celebrate him. This is Schrader's second Banks-derived fllm after the troubling and much more successful 1998 Affliction. In the book the new Banks adaptation is based on that protagonist, Leonard Fife, hijacks this project from the students and acolytes working on it to focus it exclusively on a confession of his past sins, to air a lifetime of ugly secrets and demythologize himself. In Schrader's version, this reversal gets somewhat lost, and thus the film loses much of the book's point as well as the logic that holds the story together. This despite good performances headed by the rarely seen Richard Gere, and, playing the young Fife, Jacob Elordi. It is said that this film is perhaps Schrader's most personal story yet, and perhaps that is part of the problem, because Banks was not writing about Schrader in his book.

Amid much that is muddled, what emerges clearly is that Fife, who has terminal cancer, is in bad shape now: he describes for us some of the ugly details of his present condition, though it doesn't seem to stop him from relentlessly pursuing the shooting, repeatedly refusing to take breaks or resume next day. And as he has some of his former students to film him, he wants to have control. He also insists that his wife and former student Emma (Umma Thurman) always be present because his revelations are for her.

In this Schrader version of the story the editing into nonlinear flashbacks makes the unfolding of chronology and recounting of events constantly confusing. It's suggested that Fife himself is confused. And perhaps he is indeed to some extent delirious. But we do not know, because the point is he is telling things Emma doesn't know about him. And whether the stories are correct or not, Fife leaves many of his narratives uncompleted. It is a dubious decision by Schrader sometimes to have Gere enter into the flashbacks of the young Fife replacing Elordi. At one point old Fife converses in bed with young Fife's pregnant second wife (Kristine Froseth), a dubious choice.

While the topic of guilt and confession is something forever germane to Paul Schrader's interests, he strays markedly in this film from the hotheaded moral absolutism of much of his work. But multifaceted grays ill suit him. He lacks the nuance and precision required. As can sometimes happen with film adaptations, this is a case where the film might be a suggestive supplement to a reading of the book but certainly not a substitute. Watching the film ignorant of the book, one is constantly being led astray or left dangling.

We learn that Fife is noted for exposés of subjects including Agent Orange, sexual abuse in the clergy and illegal seal-hunting, but we never get a picture of him working on these projects that came after in the Sixties he moved to Canada. This movie too is a source of confusion because, it seems, if that sequence is true, that he did not flee the Vietnam War draft with the thousands of others who did so, but reported to a draft board and fooled the examiner into deferring him for being homosexual. Or is this a fantasy, since he thinks of going to Cuba but gets no further than Florida? Apparently the interview takes place in Montreal, but an early flashback shows when Fife first went to Canada he was told not to stay there, in Montreal, because his one year of high school French leaves him quite unprepared for Québecois life.

This is one of the more confusing and jumbled films Schrader has made. It cannot be recommended.

Oh, Canada 91 mins., debuted at Cannes May 2024, also showing at Toronto, San Sebastián, Baltic Film Festival, and at New York, where it was screened for this review. Also Woodstock. Opening in the US Dec. 6, 2024. Metacritic (https://www.metacritic.com/movie/oh-canada/) rating: 59%. A Kino Lorber release.

[Chris Knipp]

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NAOMI WATTS, BILL MURRAY IN THE FRIEND

SCOTT MCGEHEE, DAVID SIEGEL: THE FRIEND (2024)

Of grief and a Great Dane

This is a book by Sigrid Nunez that won a 2018 National Book Award. The story explores grief for a friend through the inheritance of his dog, a 180-pound Harlequin Great Dane called Apollo. He is a pedigreed animal whom the friend found abandoned and had become very dear to him. The preparing and casting of the great Dane Bing for this role I'd already read about in a New Yorker article (https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2024/05/13/an-a-list-animal-trainer-prepares-a-great-dane-for-his-film-debut) and is a story in itself.

Essential to the film is also the human cast, Naomi Watts as the protagonist, iris, and Bill Murray as her friend Walter who takes ill and suddenly commits suicide. Watts never ceases to be engaging and real. She gives her complete attention to a role that is detailed and specific but not particularly spectacular. This film is all about nuance, and it requires patience of the viewer. Nothing flashy happens. Murray appears only briefly but we don't need a lot of Bill Murray to believe Walter is a real and lovable man. He is the ultimate veteran and his turn is witty, natural, and complex.

The main interest is Iris' difficulty in coping with her inheritance of Apollo. She didn't expect to be chosen and the news from Walter's widow and third wife, Barbara (Noma Dumezweni) is a surprise. She is more a cat person. Anyway it's academic because her rent-controlled apartment, which has been in the family before her and by the looks of it is in a beautiful building in lower Manhattan, does not allow pets.

Nonetheless Iris gets Apollo from the pound and brings him to her apartment. He plants himself on her bed and takes it over. He won't eat at first and it emerges that he is grieving. "How do you explain death to a dog?" asks Barbara repeatedly, but you don't need to: obviously Apollo knows Walter is gone and feels the absence more acutely than anyone since he was his whole world. Apollo is a quiet, mournful presence, and writers have delighted in saying that Bing is the best actor in the film. Let's not try to compare human and animal performances. Naomi Watts is quietly fantastic.

However successfully the film captures the book, it works on its own very well.There are not the immense complications, say, of Schrader's adaptation of Russell Banks in the still-born Oh, Canada. The magic of the tale is how the practical details of taking care of an absent friend's unwieldy pet become seamlessly interwoven with the process of grieving. This is blended with other details of Iris' life as a writing teacher and writer (like Walter), flashbacks to show or explain Iris' relationship with Walter (only momentarily ever anything but friendship, but intense on that level), and other friends and places. An important figure is the super of Iris' building (Felix Solis) who must convey the bad news and the good news.

Cate Erbland of IndieWire calls (https://www.indiewire.com/criticism/movies/the-friend-review-naomi-watts-1235041033/) The Friend "the sort of witty, wise, and warm character study we seem to be running out of these days," and I'll go along with that. This is an unusually deliberate exploration (two hours) of what might normally work better in a short book, but it takes time for Apollo (Bing) to emerge, for Iris' relationship with him to stabilize, and for the subtle elements of grief and reconciliation in the story to marinate. Recommended, and not just for dog lovers.

The Friend, 120 mins., debuted at Telluride Aug. 30, 2024, showing also at Toronto and the Hamptons, and New York, where it was screened for this review. Metacritic (https://www.metacritic.com/movie/the-friend-2024/) rating: 69% (based on 7 reviews).

[Chris Knipp]

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MARIANNE JEAN-BAPTISTE IN HARD TRUTHS

MIKE LEIGH: HARD TRUTHS (2024)

Starts hilarious and ends deeply sad

This brilliant film by the great Mike Leigh starts out hilarious and ends up deeply sad.

These are black working class Brits who live in bright, shiny new houses in a clean neighborhood. In fact cleanliness is an obsession of the protagonist, Pansy (Marianne Jean-Baptiste), whose outspokenness about finding everything and everyone unsatisfactory is, initially, killingly funny. Leigh operates on the edge between parody and tragedy.

Leigh works as he has often done through a series of detached skit-like scenes with some different characters and some recurring ones. They visit a job workplace, a social gathering, home, a psychiatrist, a dentist, and a hairdresser's and we meet different people, usually in the company of Pansy. Some of the others tend to express themselves with the rancid forthrightness of Pansy, but none of them are as angry and unsatisfied as she is or so outrageously provocative and aggressive in speech. Words are a weapon with which she lashes out in every direction, indiscriminately.

Pansy goes over the edge, but Leigh chooses to keep her safe. No matter how much she insults her husband or people she meets, she gets away with it. But then on a visit to family, her unhappiness and desperation come to a head and the whole group is affected, especially her husband Curtley (David Webber). Later, it appears their desperate and aimless 20-year-old son Moses (Tuwaine Barrett) may fall into a chance of normality when, while he sits in a great square of London, a young women sidles up to him.

Leigh's writing is blindingly brilliant here, ruthless, extreme, and absolute. It may seem to push the very limits of the surreal. But it also adeptly captures the vernacular so each line springs to rapid life. And strange though it may seem, there are moments here that awakened vivid memories of desperate moments of my own youth, so clearly Leigh touches an emotionally valid nerve.

No other filmmaker working in English today comes this close to the edge. Recommended for Mike Leigh fans and for the emotionally hardy. This is one of Leigh's best late efforts but not a warm one.

Hard Truths, 97 mins., debuted at Toronto Sept. 6, 2024. Shown also at the NYFF where it was screened for this review Oct. 2, 2024. Also shown at San Sebastián. Metacritic (https://www.metacritic.com/movie/hard-truths-2024/critic-reviews/) rating: 87%.A Bleecker Street release.

[Chris Knipp]

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ZHAO TAO AND LI ZHUBIN IN SCENE REWORKED FOR "ANGUISHING VIOLENCE" (DEBORAH YOUNG) IN CAGHT BY THE TIDES

CAUGHT BY THE TIDES 风流一代(Jia Zhang-ke)

CLIP FROM THE FILM (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BSY-JgIj8as)

A kind of summation reviews many themes while resuming a favorite storyline

Jia Zhang-ke's symphonic, career-summarizing new film Caught by the Tides begins with a pre-title interlude in an enclosed space where women, shyly, then enthusiastically, show off their singing skills, then join together. This is followed by an enthralling sequence evoking Chinese collectivity, a vast space, singing, crowds gathered together: the editing has a brilliant, swirling flow. It's enthralling.

Then, we begin a return to the theme of a failed twenty-year-old romance where a man goes off in search of his fortune, featuring muse Zhao Tao as the lover left behind who belatedly goes off on a journey in search of him. He sends her a message saying he has gone to another province where he hopes for more action and promises to come back for her when he is successful. He never comes back. Long later they meet again. Neither has done well, despite the country's enormous growth.

The storyline encapsulates the time of most tumultuous change in China, with the Three Gorges dam and the displacement of millions of people that also includes Jia's career and growth as a director depicting all that.

In fact the way the career and the country and the story encapsulate, embrace, and illuminate each other in Caught by the Tides is so cosmic one can imagine blissfully watching this ilm forever, though it may also make one want to go back to the raw freshness of Jia's first few films, which are favorites of fans like me.

The plot line begins 2001, in the northeastern Chinese city of Datong. A working class woman named Qiao Qiao (longtime muse Zhao Tao) has a romantic relationship with her manager Guao Bin (Zhubin Li) as she hustles to make a living as a singer, model, and club girl. Guao Bin leaves Datong to try earning his living in another province. When she goes looking for him years later, her journey takes her through regions being displaced by the Three Gorges Dam, as well as Guangdong Province. We see Guao Bin trying his hand at various businesses, including involvement with a shady politician. When Quao finally finds Guao Bin, she breaks up with him. Later in the covid era they reunite, considerably aged. This trajectory may reflect Jia's view of the fortunes of much of the Chinese population, where individuals have not fared as well as the economy.

When the film debuted in Competition at Cannes Deborah Young called it "dazzling" in of The Film Verdict (https://thefilmverdict.com/caught-by-the-tides/), though she observed that "its ravishing poetic beauty tends to obscure the story." Indeed story takes second place to the film's symphonic collectivity; but there has always been that quality in Jia's work.

Jessica Kiang in Variety (https://variety.com/2024/film/reviews/caught-by-the-tides-review-jia-zhangke-1236005134/) called the film "an epic, lyrical drama that is both Chinese master Jia's career-retrospective reinvention and a defining portrait of modern China." That is indeed how the film looks, thought the portrait is vdery miuch Jia's own, since it relies on many images from his own bank of them. Bradshaw (https://www.theguardian.com/film/article/2024/may/18/caught-by-the-tides-review-two-decade-relationship-tells-story-of-chinas-epic-transformation) awarded Caught by the Tides 4/5 stars and offered ut high praise. He notes that the theme will sound familiar to Jia fans"and that the encapsulated modern Chinese history includes breathtaking economic progress alongside some "very old-fashioned state coercion" as well as the successes of "mobster-businessmen," the "patriotic ecstasy" of Beijing hosting the 2008 Olympics, and all the "unacknowledged pain" caused by the displacement of communities for the Three Gorges hydroelectric dam covered by Jia's Golden Lion winning 2006 Still Life (https://www.chrisknipp.com/writing/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=922).

Bradshaw finds "a kind of epic power " in the final scene when the aging couple reunites.

Deborah Young that the whole film is constructed from scenes and outtakes of previous work, which can be done because those two actors played related roles in Unknown Pleasures, Still Life[/I, and [I]A Touch of Sin. Young suggests Jia's films have always been n "strong on music and wordless images but thin on storylines, pacing and emotional expression." Well, that is not always true. Even if nothing has ever been quite up to Jia's first four films, yet he remains a powerful and distinctive filmmaker whos is central to contemporary Chinese cinema, and that is resserted here, even though for all the impressiveness of this new compilation, we look forward to a new direction.

Caught by the Tides 风流一代 (Fēngliú yīdài: "Romantic Generation"), 111 mins., debuted in Competition at Cannes May 18, 2024, showing also at Munich, Two Riversides (Poland), Jerusalem, Melbourne, Toronto, Vancouver, Busan and at New York, where it was screened for this review. Metacritic (https://www.metacritic.com/movie/caught-by-the-tides/) rating: 80.

[Chris Knipp]

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VINCENT CASSEL, DIANE KRUGER IN THE SHROUDS

DAVID CRONENBERG: THE SHROUDS (2024)

Excruciating, precise necrophilia may not be your thing; it's not mine

In Competition at Cannes. The titular cloth is fitted with dozens of tiny cameras so the bereaved can watch the decomposition of the beloved in detail after he or she or they is or are buried. The purveyor of these shrouds is one Karsh (Vincent Cassel, standing in for the director), who runs a restaurant with a hi-tech cemetery attached. Diane Kkruger plays the bereaved Karsh's wife, her sister, and a virtual AI avatar. Giving it his respectful but reserved rating of 3/5 stars, Peter Bradshaw in his GUARDIAN review (https://www.theguardian.com/film/article/2024/may/20/the-shrouds-review-cannes-film-festival-2024) describes THE SHROUDS as another example of the filmmaker's "eroticised necrophiliac meditation on grief," with his "now very familiar Ballardian fetishes," and lots of "intriguing and exhausting" details in the elaborate plot-line. Hollywood Reporter's (https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/movies/movie-news/cannes-premiere-david-cronenberg-the-shrouds-diane-kruger-vincent-cassel-1235904041/) Scott Roxborough and Patrick Brzeski talk about how respectful the Cannes audience was, and reserved. The director is 81; his own wife died six years ago. They say Cronenberg's is seventh film in Competition at Cannes, and his body horror genre "casts a long shadow on the Crousette," reflected recently ih Julia Ducournau's 2021 Palme d'Or Titane and this year in Coralie Fargeat’s' The Substance, "one of this year’s hottest competition titles," starring Demi Moore, Dennis Quaid and Margaret Qualley.

Cronenberg has gone very dark before: think of Dead Ringers. But in a man of 80 thinking about death this took on a special grimness and sadness. A little too close to home, shall we say?

I can only say I wish I had seen The Substance instead. It may be relatively frivolous and simplistic, but while watching The Shrouds I felt I was choking for air and enclosed in darkness. A stifling work that felt interminable. The idea that anyone would want to watch their loved ones decompose in the grave through a hi-tech visualizing device seemed as far-fetched as it was repulsive. The absorption in elaborate precision about details of the whole business became excruciating. The efforts of this distinguished cast were wasted on me - though Vincent Cassel certainly has an elongated, gray, muscular, sepulchral look that is memorable and appropriate. Not recommended.

The Shrouds, 119 mins., debuted at Cannes May 20, 2024, showing also at Jerusalem, Melbourne, Toronto, Saõ Paolo, Hamburg, and New York, where it was screened for this review.
Metacritic (https://www.metacritic.com/movie/the-shrouds/)rating: 57%.

[Chris Knipp]

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JULIANNE MOORE, TILDA SWINTON IN THE ROOM NEXT DOOR

PEDRO ALMODÓVAR: THE ROOM NEXT DOOR (2024) NYFF Centerpiece Fiim

SOURCE (https://variety.com/2024/film/news/pedro-almodovar-room-next-door-new-york-film-festival-julianne-moore-tilda-swinton-1236091874/)

Almodovar turns to end of life for a first feature in English drawn from Sigrid Nunez

The Room Next Door is Pedro Almodóvar's first English-language feature film. Last year he showed at the NYFF a thirty-minute film in English, Strange Way of LIfe/Extraña forma de vida, (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?5372-New-York-Film-Festival-2023&p=41499#post41499). This is the second of two Sigrid Nunez novel adaptations in this year's NYFF. The other is Scott McGehee and David Siegel's low-keyed, engagingThe Friend, with Naomi Watts and Bill Murray. A Time Magazine article (https://time.com/7018791/sigrid-nunez-interview-the-friend-the-room-next-door/) talks about the author in relation to the two films, which debuted at Venice and also showed at Telluride and Toronto. (The subjects relate; she is pleased with how they turned out.)

The Friend has a light touch. It approaches death and grieving, you might say, by indirection. Almodóvar, and Nunez, on the other hand, are approaching death more directly. The trouble in this case is the Spanish filmmaker's glossy, beautiful, artificial approach, arguably heightened by his working in a second language. There is no question about the beauty and elegance of The Room Next Door, or the delicacy of the performance by longtime Almodóvar friend John Turturro as Damian Cunningham, a man who at separate times has been the lover of both women.

But despite the glamorous actresses and the beautiful settings and cinematography, including a showcase rented modernistic house in the country where Martha (Tilda Swinton) goes to end her life accompanied by Ingrid (Julianne Moore), and an initial meeting at Lincoln Center, a place dear to the director for many years of recognition, The Room Next Door falls short of the kind of depth and conviction the Spaniard achieved in his searching 2019 life summary Pain and Glory, (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?4679-New-York-Film-Festival-2019&p=37906#post37906), or masterful earlier films he made during the Movida Madrileña period like Law of Desire (1987), Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown (1988), or things of beauty like All About My Mother (1999) and Talk to Her (2002) - one could go on and on.

The Room Next Door is based on What Are You Going Through, Nunez's novel about euthanasia, where (spoiler alert) Ingrid, a good friend (Moore) is prevailed upon to help Martha (Swinton), an older woman and former American international war correspondent with terminal cancer. Ingrid is to do this simply by being present, as Martha ends her life using an illegal pill she has acquired via the Dark Web. In the book Nunez references Chantal Ackerman's No Home Movie, which approaches a similar subject, in documentary form, and so you could say Nunez was thinking of, even inspired by, a film when she began her book.

Almodovar explains his movie also focuses (more indirectly) on a "very imperfect mother" (Martha) and "her resentful daughter" who are tentatively rekindling a relationship that has been suspended for some years. In the background there is this unseen daughter, who appears only toward the end (surprise novelty casting).

Almodóvar this time translates his lifelong fascination with mothers (one of his best films was "all about" his) and with women (another depicted them "on the edge of a nervous breakdown," or "al borde de un ataque de nervios") to English, and the American idiom - except that Tilda Swinton isn't American. But she has played a mother twice for Joanna Hogg, incliuding, in The Souvenir: Part II, with her own daughter, Honor Swinton Byrne, as her daughter. And there isn't much the versatile Tilda hasn't played or can't play. However, as this brash American, she is less at lease than with Joanna Hogg, and her Martha performance with its brash American accent at times seems pushed.

The biggest flaw with The Room Next Door is euthanasia, which leads Ingrid into a relationship with Martha that is not only uncomfortable (closer friends have already refused) but illegal. It seems slightly implausible that a sometimes estranged friend could ber lured into something not only unpleasant but risky, and the glossy, pretty affair Almodóvar makes of it at the handsome country retreat. All this has been initiated when Martha has learned that the experimental treatment she had agreed to turns out not to be working, and her cancer is spreading to her other organs. The film seems to forget this as Martha and Ingrid, out in the country, go on enjoyable outings and revel in the beautiful setting and nice weather.

After the death there is a hassle with the local police. Suddenly this seems perhaps the most important part of the film, but it is rushed through. This invites comparison with François Ozon's witty, slightly oddball, but also very practical 2019 film about this same subject Everything Went Fine (Tout s'est bien passé) (https://www.chrisknipp.com/writing/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=5081), which approaches euthanasia in France. There, a practical, legal solution is found, by going to Switzerland, where it is legal. In The Room Next Door no legal solution is found, and the fact that it is not isn't dealt with satisfactorily. Morally and legally the film leaves things up in the air.

This is not to say that Almodóvar doesn't ponder interestingly on end of life issues and that this film isn't beautiful and sometimes well acted; it does and it is. But the foray into another language (at age 75) is, as often happens, a dilution and a distraction as well.

With this Centerpiece Film at New York, Almodóvar nonetheless sets a record here with his fifteenth NYFF selection, nine of which have been featured "gala" presentations. The Spaniard has had a glorious and friendly history at Lincoln Center which is being celebrated this season with his reception of the Chaplin Award. Almodóvar's New York debut was in 1988 with Los mujeres al bordo...etc.(NYFF26) as the Opening Night selection.

The relationship flowered after Richard Peña's debut as director of programming, and this was a felicitous marriage , and there was a special fluency of Peña and Almodóvar together on stage, since the former was a fluent Spanish speaker as well as a fluent host and interviewer. The next opener was 1999's All About My Mother , on to Bad Education (NYFF42) and Volver (NYFF44) were selected as Centerpieces, and Live Flesh (NYFF35), Talk to Her (NYFF40), Broken Embraces (NYFF47), and Parallel Mothers (NYFF59) were Closing Night selections. Additional NYFF selections include The Flower of My Secret (NYFF33), The Skin I Live In (NYFF49), Julieta (NYFF54), Pain and Glory (NYFF57), The Human Voice (NYFF58), and Strange Way of Life (NYFF61).

The Room Next Door, 110 mins., debuted at Venice Sept. 2, 2024, showing also at many international festivals including the NYFF, where it was screened for this review. Metacritic (https://www.metacritic.com/movie/the-room-next-door/) rating: 70%.

[Chris Knipp]

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DANIEL CRAIG AS "WILLIAM LEE" IN QUEER

LUCA GUADAGNINO: QUEER (2024)
NYFF Spotlight Gala Screening

A dramatization of William S. Burroughs' autobiograpical 1953 novel (published in 1985)

1950. William Lee (Daniel Craig), an American expat in Mexico City in his 30s escaping US drug charges and drinking heavily, spends his days alone at local bars save for a few other members of the American expat homosexual or "queer" community. (It is important to note that at this time the word "queer" did not at all have the air of emblematic pride it has acquired lately.) Lee's encounter with Eugene Allerton (Drew Starkey), a newly arrived ex-serviceman who was with the Counter-intelligence Corps in Germany, leads to an infatuation and hope for intimacy. Lee (william Burroughs' alter ego), whose followup to Junky this is, is off heroin now, with resultingly raw emotions and newly aroused sexual desires.

In his introduction to Queer in 1985 when it was first published Burroughs wrote, "In my first novel, Junky, the protagonist 'Lee' comes across as integrated and self contained, sure of himself and where he is going. In Queer he is disintegrated, desperately in need of contact, completely unsure of himself and of his purpose." The novel wasn't published till over thirty years after he wrote it because at the time Burroughs found it uninteresting, and the experience it evokes too painful, besides which the overt homosexuality of it would have made it scandalous, even illegal, at the time of writing.

Recently Guadagnino has been on a roll with one zinger after another, but Queer is a misstep. This film is a polished but somehow curiously clueless effort by him, Craig, and his costars. How much do they understand about the writer William Burroughs alone because of whom the source book is of any interest? They make the action involving, even engaging, though (save for an entertaining appearance by Lesley Manville) the latter parts are weaker then the early ones. I'm not sure it was meant to be taken this way by Burroughs, and I'm still not sure after watching the film why Guadagnino chose to make it. It would seem to me that rather than the warmth of personality that Daniel Craig, cast spectacularly against type, brings to it, what would have made a film of Queer come to life would have been a recreation of the raucous, raunchy world of late Forties Mexico City, which might have been impossible to do, but anyway is a possibility that vanishes here because of the choice to shoot everything in the studios of Cineciittà.

The city must have had some of the same qualities, wide open, drug-friendly, extralegal, that drew Burroughs later on to Tangiers. It is obvious in the film that the backgrounds are not real, just painted props. As for the warmth of Daniel Craig, it goes so strongly against everything one has ever known of William Burroughs, how can it be suitable?

There is understandably much praise for Daniel Craig's performance. He makes the otherwise rather thin scenes watchable (Starkey too brings warmth - again too much, becuse the whole point is that he is a cold fish, a cock teaser). But if fidelity to the novel source is any concern , it's worth an immediate shout-out first off to Cronenberg's over 30-year-old but still very watchable Naked Lunch, a witty and creditable effort to film the unfilmable and what is by far Burroughs' masterpiece, by comparison with which Queer is a drab apprenticeship piece, a warmup worth our attention chiefly because of what Burroughs became later with the publication, through the crucial help of Allen Ginsberg and others, of his radical masterpiece, Naked Lunch.

If he were seeking an adaptation true to the text, Guadagnino might seem to be breaking a butterfly (or a drab moth) upon a wheel. It's worth remembering that in Cronenberg's bold 1991 adaptation of Naked Lunch William Lee is played by the blandly neutral Peter Weller, and that might be closer to the character and the fleedgling Burroughs himself than the overwhelming Craig. But that would not work, because this story is about William Lee, whereas in Naked Lunch he is just a reflector. See Owen Gleiberman's excellent and favorable Variety review (https://variety.com/2024/film/reviews/queer-review-daniel-craig-luca-guadagnino-1236127541/), which makes clear that Guadagnino makes this film better and deeper than the book, as well he might, while also showing more of both strength and vulnerability in Burroughs than he ever revealed in Queer or in his wryly emphatic later public persona as what Gleiberman calls a "punk icon in the ’80s." See also Fionnuala Halligan's wry and knowing review in Screen Daily,, (https://www.screendaily.com/reviews/queer-venice-review/5196707.article) which concludes that Guadagnino's Queer "has all the provocation but none of the haunting power that [Cronenberg's] Naked Lunch still holds, almost 35 years later." Her math is more generous than mine, but otherwise we're in agreement.

Halligan suggests that shooting the film not in Mexico but in the closed studios of Cinecittà achieves an interesting and resonant effect but also an artificiality that will help contribute to its feeling alienating to today's LGBUQ+ audience. Despite the importance of its author, one of the key figures and a kind of elder doyen of the Beat era, Queer is a peripheral work, its choice by Guadagnino a somewhat odd one. (Mind you, in Queer Burroughs already has his "routines" and all his ideas about hypnotism, mind control, especially telepathy - hence the yage; but within the framework of a relatively conventional novel.)

The novel is unfinished. It is not, like this film, in two distinct parts. In the novel Lee persuades Allerton to accompany him on a trip south in search of yage, also known as ayajuasca, the psychedelic plant, and agree to periodic sex. But that is not a psychedelic writing episode, as the film shifts in cinematic style. Most of all, there is no special coming together in the novel, because there can't be, because in the frustrating real life experience Burroughs was trying to expiate there wasn't one.

Currently there is a free online PDF text of Burroughs' Queer here (https://colectivotijeras.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/burroughs-william-s-queer.pdf). Recommended particularly for Burroughs' 1985 introduction, describing Mexico City, explaining why he was there, and declaring that his fatal shooting of his wife was what turned him into a writer. If Guadagnino and Justin Kuritzkes had woven more external factual details about Burroughs into the film as Cronenberg does into his film Naked Lunch, that would have added color and interest.

Queer, 151 mins,, debuted Sept. 3, 2024 at Venice, showing also at Toronto, Mill Valley, and the NYFF. The film will be released Oct. 6, 2024 (NYC). General AMC release Nov. 27.Metacritic (https://www.metacritic.com/movie/queer/) rating: 7̶5̶%̶. Now 74% (10/9/24).

[Chris Knipp]

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SELTON MELLO, FERNANDA TORRES, GUILHERME SILVEIRA IN I'M STILL HERE

WALTER SALLES: I'M STILL HERE

Dramatic recreation of the destruction of a family by a dictatorship

There have been many dictatorships and juntas in Latin America - Argentina, Brazil, Nicaragua, Paraguay, Haiti, Cuba, the list goes on - but the one depicted in Walter Salles' film he knew personally, in Brazil. He does not recount the political details for us or give us any dates - except dates in the life of the Paiva family. He knew them in Rio in the early seventies when he was a teenager and has reported often visiting the "beautiful house" where they lived, near the beach, where we see the family cavorting. They are happy as only Brazilians on the beach in Rio can be.

But this is not about Walter. It's first about Rubens Paiva (Selton Mello), next about his wife Eunice (Fernanda Torres; as an old woman, Fernanda Montenegro, star of Salles' early masterpiece, the 1998 Central Station), and then about his five children, four girls and one boy, Marcello (Guilherme Silveira as a boy, Antonio Saboia as an adult disabled in an accident who was to become an important writer). The girls, one of whom goes off to study in post-Beatles England, draw more of the attention at first, but Marcelo was to write Feliz Ano Velho (Happy Old Year), a book about himself and his family that made him famous, and later Ainda estou aqui (I'm Still Here), the book that gave its name to this film.

The first half hour is the celebration of a happy Brazilian family. The father seems mostly there. There are frolics on the beach, much togetherness, ice cream, many plans, lots of smiling photos taken. Then when the family is at home, the men come. They are seedy, bearded, grim, armed. They take husband and father Rubens, the big soft jovial man, away. He goes and dresses in coat and tie for the surprise journey. He is to give a "deposition." He says goodbye to Eunice. Is there any sadder moment than a pater familias being taken away from his lively family by the minions of a dictatorship?

It's the last Eunice or the children ever see of Rubens, the last of the happy family. Salles wonderfully (if you can call such a thing wonderful) captures the way happiness can be turned off for a family. Eunice is taken away too, with the eldest daughter, to one of the dictatorship's hells, probably military barracks, where she is kept for several weeks, held alone in a dark cell, and repeatedly questioned. Her husband, who we learn later was formerly a congressman but has for years not been involved in politics, they accuse of being a communist - he was not; but his very real activism against the regime, though hinted at later, we learn nothing about. We see Eunice's ordeal. We also see when she is returned home from it, a memorable sequence.

It's night, and she lets herself in quietly, looks in on her daughters, without waking them. Salles captures so vividly the intensity of this moment. One also feels the divided mood, when the older sisters know and the younger kids are shielded from knowing that anything wrong is afoot. Which it is, of course, very wrong. It may feel Salles is taking too much time. Rubens Paiva never comes back: why mark time in forever? But it makes good sense because this is as precise a film as it is a warm and heartbreaking one. There is a process of attrition, as the family is long guarded by a revolving corps guards first inside, then outside, the house.

The psychological blows are accompanied by physical ones. The dictatorship doesn't make plans for the Paiva family's upkeep and - guess what? Following the male-centric rules of the time, Eunice has no access to the family bank account without Rubens' signature, and there is no money. She has to give up land for cash and, against the outcries of the younger children who understand nothing, she sells the house and they move to be near the grandparents in São Paolo because there is no money. When the house is emptied it is even more impressive. We see three big high ceilinged rooms enfilade downstairs, then a whole upstairs.

In fact we realize the film skips over things, because the story of Eunice is elided somewhat: we learn only that she goes back to university, studies law, and becomes a champion of indigenous people against the Amazon forest land grabs for years to come. We jump to 1996. Then there is a final jump, to 2014, when the family is together, with 94-year-old Fernanda Montenegro riveting as a silent, wheelchair-bound Eunice with advanced Alzheimer's after a life of accomplishment without her stolen husband. Among one of her perverse satisfactions has been finally persuading the state to give her a death certificate for her husband.

It was six years into Brazil's 22-year military dictatorship, in 1971, when government critic and former congressman Rubens Paiva was taken away and "disappeared" from his loving family. This is the story of his family's exerience of this deprivation and attempt to see to the bottom of it. Jessica Kiang points out (https://variety.com/2024/film/reviews/im-still-here-review-walter-salles-1236121390/) that filmmaker Salles has a personal stake, adapted from the son Marcelo Rubens Paiva's memoir. Salles knew the family as far back as the Sixties and spent much time at the "lovely house" near the beach that appears, in person, in the opening sequence of this film.

This is a shattering experience, depicted most memorably by Walter Salles. As Eunice Fernanda Torres gives a valiant and tireless performance. But where the film excels is in its creation of a world, its mise-en-scène, and the fineness of the ensemble acting and Salles' direction. A magnificent film, which requires much digesting.

I'm still Here, 136 mins., debuted at Venice Sept. 1, 2024, showing also at Toronto, San Sebastián, São Paulo, Hawaii International (Oahu), London BFI, Zurich, Mill Valley, La Roche, AFI, and other US and international festivals, including the NYFF, where it was screened for this review. Metacritic (https://www.metacritic.com/movie/im-still-here-2024/) rating: 80%.

[Chris Knipp]

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A SCENE WITH A PLYMOUTH FURY STATION WAGON FROM SUBURBAN FURY

ROBINSON DEVOR: SUBURBAN FURY (2024)

"Suburban Fury" examines the 1975 assassination attempt on U.S. President Gerald Ford by Sara Jane Moore, a conservative, middle-aged, single mother from the San Francisco suburbs who became radicalized while working as an FBI informant. World premiere at the NYFF.

On September 22, 1975, only 17 days after Lynette "Squeaky" Fromme tried to kill President Gerald Ford, Sara Jane Moore made another attempt on the President with a pistol she'd bought that morning, in Union Square, in San Francisco. She missed with her first shot, and a bystander who tackled her stopped her from making a second shot. The pistol turned out to have had a faulty sight, and she was aiming from 40 feet away. Moore was sentenced to life and served 32 years, which is standard, from age 45 to age 77. Filmmaker Robinson Devor's choice was to interview Moore, who is now in her nineties, and the interview runs through this film, which has other unseen speakers and a wealth of archival material. One of their inspirations is to stage the interview partly in the middle of a posh looking room and partly in the back seat of a Plymouth Fury station wagon, after which the film is named.

Whatever age she was when interviewed by the filmmakers (Devor reports being at work on this film since 2010), Sara is a lively and feisty lady, in possession of her faculties, who sometimes loses patience, finding their questions repetitive or clueless. It is retrospectively somewhat astonishing that at her advanced age, and after 32 years in prison (with one brief escape after several years), she is so self possessed and sure of herself. She may have been nutty, certainly unwise, but she stands by her past decisions, at least here. There is a book about her, Taking Aim at the President, that was published in 2009 by Geri Spieler, the author reportedly having been in correspondence with her for 28 years. In the Wikipedia (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sara_Jane_Moore)article about her, Sara is quoted as having first stood by her action, and then decided it was unwise.

The film revolves around and is anchored by Sara Jane Moore's failed assassination attempt, but but one can argue that its real subject is the radicalism and general mood of chaos and experimentalism of that period, of which this is a colorful but none-too flattering picture. There is a moment in Moore's very checkered and patchwork career that she does volunteer work for the Black Panthers in Oakland. A wealth of archival footage flows by - so much it may slip by you. One thing that seems to have influenced Sara was the kidnapping of Patricia Hearst, and Sara somehow was acquainted with the Hearst family. She was no doubt impressed by Patty Hearst's joining up with her radical captors of the Symbionese Liberation Army, who persuaded her wealthy family to donate $2 million worth of food to the poor of the Bay Area for one year in a project called People in Need. Radical politics still reigned at Berkeley. Nixon resigned in 1974 in disgrace from the Watergate scandal, and President Ford granted him a full pardon. It did not escape notice that neither Ford nor his plutocrat Vice President, Nelson A. Rockefeller, had been democratically elected.

Things seem to unfold in no particular order other than chronological in the film, a randomness that is effective after a stalling of the pace early on. Sara Moore had become an FBI informant. How she was recruited we don't know. What she informed isn't very clear, but we hear the voice of an anonymous FBI officer who may have been in charge of her. She talks about being lured into attraction to agents while the agent remained cold and businesslike. she learned to write up everything she did and everyone she saw, even the food she ate, in daily FBI reports that went on even after she was no longer officially serving the Agency.

The filmmakers are little concerned with Sara Jane Moore as a private person. Do they mention that she was trained as an accountant? Only some way through we hear her describe having received military training. You must go to Wikipedia to learn that she had already been divorced five times and had four children before her involvement with the FBI and radical politics began. Though the portrait of seventies radicalism is suggestive, since this is after all grounded by an interview with Sara Jane Moore, shouldn't there be as rounded and complete a picture of her as possible? In particular, one would like to know more about her social origins. Had she been upwardly mobile? What about her education? Her earlier behavior? Do other people remember her? In trying to do something artful, which it is - and one can imagine a feature film inspired by this one - the filmmakers have fallen a little short on some of the basics of documentary, the providing of full information. This is background on the period and a record of Sara Jane Moore in the flesh, but there seems to remain lots more to know.

A SFIFF summary (https://sffilm.org/event/suburban-fury/#:~:text=The%20result%20is%20one%20of,the%2Dcamera %20questions%20from%20Devor.) (for DOC Stories, coming October 17—20, 2024) suggests it’s the intention of this film to keep it "impossible to separate fact from fiction here," and to showcase a "teasingly unreliable narrator and thus "ruminate" upon the "very idea of documentary portraiture." Okay; but it's still a documentary portrait and it could be a more thorough one.

Suburban Fury, 115 mins., is premiering at the NYFF, where it will be screened for this review. There was a Q&A for the press with the filmmakers. This was also scheduled as closing night film for DOC Stories in San Francisco Oct. 20.

Showtimes
Wednesday, October 9
6:15 PMStandby Only
Thursday, October 10
9:00 PMBuy Tickets
Sunday, October 13
9:00 PMBuy Tickets

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[Chris Knipp]

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SAORISE RONAN IN BLITZ

STEVE MCQUEEN: BLITZ (2024) - NYFF CLOSING NIGHT FILM

A tour de force depiction of London under seige

Steve McQueen's new film is a stunning recreation of London's blitz, as the eight months of WWII Nazi blitzkrieg bombardment of the English capital, from Sept. 7, 1940 to May 11, 1941, is called. Providing a panorama of this period is what he's primarily doing, with some significant events and a good look at English racism. The foreground plot of a 9-year-old mixed race boy called George (Eliott Heffermann) who is separated from his mother Rita (Saoirse Ronan) when put on a train to be evacuated to the country, and then is reunited with her a day later, may seem both flimsy and conventional as a frame on which to hang what unfolds as a truly epic collection of explosive moments and significant themes. The criticism that this is more conventional than the director's other films (Bradshaw in the Guardian (https://www.theguardian.com/film/2024/oct/09/blitz-review-steve-mcqueen-wartime-adventure-saoirse-ronan-london-film-festival) typically calls it an "unashamedly old-fashioned wartime adventure") is superficially valid. But it's a little ironic and somewhat beside the point given the level of realistic recreation achieved here, which is not at all ordinary and makes use of means that are thoroughly modern. This is a highly accomplished film and is one of the best modern cinematic celebrations of the city of London.

Modern cinematic recreations of war can be breathtaking.* McQueen proves it with a prologue that plunges us into a burning, bombed block of London as firemen try desperately to point fire hoses at buildings engulfed in flames. Hoses fly in all directions, giant hunks of buildings are everywhere, all is afire, and the clatter is deafening. As an introduction this is warming that there's a danger the physical will overwhelm the human story. But what follows, anchored by the camera on the feisty, unusually brave boy alternating with scenes of his equally plucky mother, is nonetheless very human and colored by the working class accent of foreground action.

There are, accordingly, street scenes around where George lives, both at the beginning of his momentous experiences and at the end of it; remarkable recreations of the armaments factory Rita works in with a whole complete plot line; the trip on the steam engine train out into the country and George's adventure as a train jumper; a key episode when George is taken under the wing of a Nigerian Air Raid Warden, Ife (Benjamin Clémentine), based on a real person, who gives a stirring lecture to white Londoners in in the air raid shelter on forgetting their differences, perhaps the film's main teaching moment, when George in pride of identification learns to acknowledge and embrace that he is black.

There is a ghoulish and revelatory episode of looting and corpse robbing by an evil band George is forcefully recruited to for a while. Bradshaw comments that these "Dickensian" figures with their "gargoyle faces," played by Stephen Graham and Kathy Burke,"come very close to stealing the whole film" for a while.

These are great events seen by ordinary people. Rita and George live with grandpa Gerald (Paul Weller) in an ordinary block of Stepney, east London. She now works in an armaments factory, and this, as well as the women workers' revolt, is richly recreated, as every location will be, and the steam engine train, the clothes, the women's gaudy forties makeup. And the continual casual and not-so-casual racism of white people around people of color.

What did you do if you were poor and in the middle of blitz-bombed London? Well, you could send your child in a group by train to be housed in the country where it was safe. This is the turning point. Rita does put George on such a train, but he submits only angrily and unwillingly. His sullen reaction, which he later regrets, foreshadows what he will, astonishingly, do: he will jump off the train with his little suitcase, and thereafter endeavor to hop on a train back to London. As he does this, he has a series of adventures that fill up the rest of the action.

Emily Zemler in the Observer (https://observer.com/2024/10/bfi-london-film-festival-premiere-steve-mcqueens-blitz/) as well as other writers point to various other real-life details and figures touched on in McQueen's rapid-fire panorama. There is the private air raid shelter run by social activist Mickey Davies (Leigh Gilljk where Rita volunteers at night). We see how many took shelter in Tube stations (memorialized in drawings by sculptor Henry Moore), some of which collapsed and were flooded: such a one almost traps George. There is a chic nightclub, Café de Paris, where revelers in evening clothes dripping with jewels sip champagne and ignore the reality outside, till it is bombed and destroyed and turned to a charnel house: this is stunningly recreated too, and George must escape from the domination of the pillagers there.

While George is lost and wandering in London, Rita has learned of his disappearance from the train to the country and is rushing around madly in search of him, sometimes helped by a neighbor who is a firefighter, Jack (Harris Dickinson). This excellent actor is, as has been commented, underuse, and doesn't get to have a memorable moment as some do. Not surprising: this is primarily a faceted portrait of a massive event, as other great war films have been.

It's all seamlessly, and explosively, bound together not only by editor Peter Sciberras but by the score of Hans Zimmer, who is still capable of an original touch. This is a remarkable film. I am an admirer. But I also felt blitzed myself. Perhaps it can't be otherwise. We become citizens, feeling the helplessness and smallness together with the beauty and warmth of so many little moments. Nonetheless one can grant Leslie Felperin's point in her Hollywood Reporter (https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/movies/movie-reviews/blitz-review-saoirse-ronan-steve-mcqueen-apple-tv-plus-1236028209/) review that for all its vivid realism and razzle dazzle, Blitz may not have the subtlety of McQueen's best work. But for its panoramic, bravura portrait of the city (and England) under the Blitz, together with its picture of the population's multi-racial identity often overlooked in WWII narratives, this is an important film, one of the year's best. Recommended, but bring ear plugs and dramamine.
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*Notable examples are Christopher Nolan's Dunkirk (2017) and Sam Mendes's 1917 (2019). Robbie Collin of The Telegraph says Blitz has a "scale and depth" that "hasn't been seen since Dunkirk." McQueen in Blitz focuses exclusively on the civilian receiving end of war, a viewpoint we get too seldom.

Blitz, 120 mins., premiered at BFI London Oct. 9, 2024, US debut as the closing night film at the NYFF, where it was screened for this review. It will open in US and UK. theaters Nov. 1, 2024, followed by a streaming release on Apple TV+ Nov. 22,. Metacritic (https://www.metacritic.com/movie/blitz-2024/) rating: 76%.

NYFF showtimes:
Closing Night · North American Premiere · Steve McQueen, Saoirse Ronan, and Elliott Heffernan in person at Oct. 10 screenings at Alice Tully Hall
Q&A with Steve McQueen, Saoirse Ronan, and Elliott Heffernan on Oct. 10 at 6pm screening at Alice Tully Hall.
Introduction by Steve McQueen, Saoirse Ronan, and Elliott Heffernan on Oct. 10 at 9pm screening at Alice Tully Hall.

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ELIOTT HEFFERMANN AND SAORISE RONAN IN BLITZ

[Chris Knipp]

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SCENE FROM HAPPYEND

NEO SORA: HAPPYEND (2024)

TRAILER (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T6fiR5ckFqc)

Dystopia with a light touch

The grim prospect of increasing repression and surveillance in contemporary Japanese society is lightened for the viewer in this gentle sci-fi picture of Tokyo's near future because the high school students focused upon are so vibrant and light hearted. Their spirit revolts, and we're reminded that popular rebellion never ceases to be an alternative. Meanwhile, loud, rhythmic techno never seemed so much fun.

Fun anyway for the lighthearted Kou (Yukito Hidaka) and Yuta (Hayato Kurihara), childhood friends who are linked up in high school to promote the music they love and they are talented amateur DJs. High school seniors, they're linked with a posse that includes Tomu (Arazi), Ming (Shina Peng) and Ata-chan (Yuta Hayashi),the latter a fashionista who sports a billowing skirt to go wiith everyone's uniform of a white shirt and sometimes a black blazer But then, after a prank that is not appreciated, they run afoul of their repressive and humorless Principal (Shiro Sano), who delves into the world of high tech to institute a facial recognition surveillance system that not only identifies and observes the students' every move, but detects and assigns "points" to designated "infractions", which include human things like hugging.

The film doesn't go into tedious explanations of the technology of the surveillance but presents it as a fait accompli that the students are shocked and astonished to notice in action and wryly comment upon with a mixed sense of its absurdity but also its outrageousness.

Meanwhile we see how the menace of natural disasters, particularly earthquakes, clearly one of Japan's greatest threats, can be used to plunge the younger generation into a state of hypervigilance so they have no time for themselves. They're constantly receiving earthquake alerts on their phones, and the Principal can use these warnings to restrict freedoms on the excuse that it's an emergency.

n truth, while things begin lightheartedly, they turn increasingly dark as the repression grows at the school. But the kids are determined to rebel and this reveals their hope and independence of mind. The first thing that happens is that after the repression of an unauthorized techno party, one night the boys pose the Principal's new yellow sports car on its end for all to see in the schoolyard from every floor above. The Principal calls the cops. Fumi (Kilala Inori), an activist, announces that police are "bureaucrats with weapons" just protecting the country's moneyed interests. (That's a useful angle, but Happyend doesn't get didactic on us.)

Japan's racism emerges in the investigations that follow which focus on Kou as chief suspect of the car upturning for no reason that he is of Korean descent. (We don't see much of this in Japanese movies.) Defining the car prank as "terrorism", a laughable threat, the Principal denies Kou the promised university recommendation. Atta-Chan speaks for the others when he makes a series of provocative gestures at the multiple surveillance cameras and racks up ten demerit points in an instant. But then the repression advances. The Music Research Club used by the DJs is labeled a fire hazard and the kid's equipment is ordered to be removed. Their simpatico homeroom teacher suddenly disappears and ihis place is permanently taken by a colorless, boring type.

There's a big earthquake and the Principal says this means more danger of theft, hence more surveillance and repression. His car, still upended, gets more damaged by the event. Fumi draws Kou into street protests. There is conflict with the ever-playful, smiling Yuta, who never wants to be serious and the activists therefore begin to find irresponsible. Yuta is hurt when Tomu, who is biracial, declares he's going to college in the US where he has relatives. The old unity and camaraderie of the group is being tested. Their tolerance ends when a "self-defense" instructor is brought in to give a course at the school and he orders all "non-Japanese" out of the class, which includes Kou, who repeatedly insists that he is not required to carry his permanent residency document around with him. Now it's suggested he has no right to defend his country and is friends.

As David Rooney suggests in his Venice Hollywood Reporter (https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/movies/movie-reviews/happyend-review-neo-sora-japan-1235988818/) review, Sora combines elements subtly here. On the one hand there is the "elegiac" graduation drama and a "compassionate" depiction of growing up, but also there is the "volatile microcosm" of a school that is becoming "like a prison." And it all points to broader political implications implied by all this. This isnt as serious a film as Bonello's Nocturama, (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?4282-Rendez-Vouz-with-French-Cinema-2017&p=35290#post35290) but in playing with more conventional genres it may wind up seeming ultimately more real. This is a refreshing, like Nocturama more international alternative to the usual sentimental Japanese graduation dramas. With Happyend Sora brings a fresh eye to Japanese cinema and we will look forward to what he does next.

The filmmaker debuted with a stylish tribute to his father, the late Ryuichi Sakamoto Opus (included in last year's NYFF); here he turns successfully and promisingly to feature filmmaking and his own personal focus.

Happyend, 113 mins., debuted at Venice in the Orizzonti sectioin, showing also at Vancouver, Toronto, New York, Zurich, Busan, Hawaii and London BFI. Screened for this review as part of the NYFF. To be released in Japan Oct. 4, 2024.

Showtimes
Sunday, September 29
6:00 PMStandby Only
Monday, September 30
9:15 PMStandby Only
Tuesday, October 8

[Chris Knipp]

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CALEB LANDRY JONES IN HARVEST

ATHINA RACHEL TSANGARI: HARVEST (2024)

Meandering portrait of last days of a medieval English village

One tends to get lost in this well-meaning but meanderng adaptaton of an eponymous Jim Crace novel which has too little sense of economy or pace. Though the director's origins in the Greek weird wave might suggest surreal and irrational elements, mostly this film merely seems dutiful, but ineffective. For festival goers looking for an offbeat approach to the waning of the middle ages it might be worth a watch and inspire a thought, but it's not successful.

Keith Uhlich in his recent Slant review (https://www.slantmagazine.com/film/harvest-review-caleb-landry-jones-athina-rachel-tsangari/) describes this as a "moody-verging-on-mopish" adaptation, one that's "handsomely mounted" but in which "much of the filth feels stage-managed." The topic is the waning of a social order through the microcosm of a vaguely defined village. Its leading figure somehow seems to be a certain Walter Thirsk (a more conventional than sometimes Caleb Landry Jones), who grew up beside the local laird because his mother was his wet nurse, and he learned to read and write, a quality lacked by most cohabitants of the town. But he, especially played by Landry Jones, emerges as a strange misfit, chewing on bark.

All we really know is that the archaic equivalent of the medieval lord of the manor Master Kent (Harry Melling), is soon to be robbed of his function when his smug, manipulative cousin Jordan (Frank Dillane) comes along and tells the ineffectual Kent that he is taking over and that it's all going to be reorganized, not as a tradItional whole society any more but for purely mercantile and profitable purposes, and going to be run from town. He arranges for most of the villagers to be expelled and professional workers to come later for planting and harvesting, and then himself departs again.

But first a symbolic evidence of the little society's diSruption, a big fire of a tall barn, which seems symbolic because it has no particular effect. Walter damages his hand fighting the fire and we keep being reminded of it. It won't get any better, you know. But the film also tends to forget it. Several men, grabbed as suspects, are locked up in stocks, and the brutality of this archaic punishment is emphasized. A woman is also chosen who gets her head shaved. One of the men loses most of one leg to a hungry hog.

Another strange brutality: a local custom that seems preposterous but may have its basis in fact: many of the children are taken and their foreheads banged down on a big stone to show them the boundary line, wherein they're stupposed to stay, and to remind them of their place in the order of things. Speaking of boundaries, there is an exotic black map maker - with such an unfunctional functionary one might think Peter Greenaway was around - who is constantly working on an artisanal map of the region which is out of date well before he finishes it, and arouses suspicion and dislike.

One can sympathize with Peter Bradshaw's exasperated Guardian review (https://www.theguardian.com/film/article/2024/sep/03/harvest-review-folk-non-horror-an-exasperating-experience) penned at Venice, giving the film one out of five stars. Bradshaw describes the film as populated by a host of "smudgy-faced folk" preparing for the titular harvest who are "sporting various funny hats and Dionysiac masks" and he says the head-banging-on-rocks ritual for kids takes us "very close to Lars von Trier territory." This is supposed to be on the edge of Scotland but Bradshaw says Landry Jones' accent locates him more clearly in "the same part of Sherwood Forest as Russell Crowe’s Robin Hood."

Bradshaw points to the "ploddingly unvaried pace" and the "undirected, underpowered performances" as why this becomes an "exasperating experience" and "a directionless, shallow movie which seems bafflingly unconvincing and inauthentic at every turn." But for me what undermines the whole most surely is what a cruel and shallow bad guy the evil cousin is. Perhaps this whole thing in the end will provides some laughs. But that clearly is not what was intended.

Harvest, 131 mins., debuted at Venice Sept. 6, 2024; also shown at Toronto, Busan New York, and BFI London. Screened at the NYFF for this review. Metacritic (https://www.metacritic.com/movie/harvest-2024/) rating: 67%.

[Chris Knipp]

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Andrés Roca Rey in Afternoons of Solitude

ALBERT SERRA: AFTERNOONS OF SOLITUDE (2024)

Video of Roca Rey (not from the film) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dwaKrSVTabY)

TV story (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=70S0RmZ0rhg) says he is friends with Spanish royalty, moves in a world of celebrities, lives on an finca with horses and bulls, and is "cute, flirtatious, and fun to be with."

Serra doubles down

Catalan filmmaker Albert Serra, who is now 49, has drawn special interest from the start for his distinctively slow, dreamy fictions, particularly Story of My Death (2013), a meeting of Casanova and Count Dracula, The Death of Louis XIV (2016) (https://www.chrisknipp.com/writing/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=3497&p=3517#p3517) (2016), starring Jean-Pierre Léaud, and most of all Pacifiction (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?5347-PACIFICTION-(Albert-Serra-2022)&highlight=pacifiction) (2022), a long, haunting dream of colonialism and deception that won Benoît Magimel his second of two best acting Cesars in a single year for his lead performance.

In the newAfternoons of Solitude/Tardes de solidad Serra turns to documentary with a dreamy, disturbing, brilliantly intensive study of Spanish bullfighting focused on Andrés Roca Rey. It is beautiful, relentless, haunting, and intimate portrait of this fearless and enigmatic young star of the bull ring from Peru, who now is the toast of the corrida in Spain.

It has not been much reviewed yet but response has been strongly positive. In Variety (https://variety.com/2024/film/reviews/afternoons-of-solitude-review-1236157814/) Guy Lodge wrote "This is a major work from a richly maturing filmmaker." He said it is "of a piece with his recent fiction features in its use of languid repetition and sensory saturation to pull the audience into something approaching a discomfiting dream state." David Romney in Screen Daily (https://www.screendaily.com/reviews/afternoons-of-solitude-san-sebastian-review/5197455.article) wrote "Its immersive intensity makes it essential viewing for Serra followers, and for anyone interested in documentary’s ability to record, and make us think about, the extremes of the real world." (See also Hayley Drake in Loud and Clear (https://loudandclearreviews.com/afternoons-of-solitude-film-review/).)

By way of qualification, David Katz in The Film Sage (https://thefilmstage.com/review-afternoons-of-solitude-is-a-hypnotic-take-on-bullfighting-from-albert-serra/) wrote "In the interest of reservation: this isn’t Serra’s most intellectually interesting film, making it less fulfilling than his others, though it achieves the most directness of intention and rhetorical clarity of his work so far, continuing from Pacifiction in displaying how naturally his method and interests fit depicting the modern world."

Apart from essential sequences in which Roca Rey is seen being dressed and undressed and taken to and from the ring, all the sequences for two hours are of his performances in the ring. He is repeatedly gored and each time gets back up and continues. The essence of the film are the passes with the muleta, his ritual movements closer and closer to the charging bull. Perhaps the intensity of this experience may wane slightly toward the end of the two hours, but for the first half hour the viewer is singularly alone with the fear and and danger of this death defying ritual sport. This is what Serra achieves. And the sensuality of the massive animal, his horns, and the suits of light, the beautiful, tight outfits of the torero and his crew, the red of the cape, dazzle and satisfy the eye and mind.

For those who think bullfighting is a savage spectacle of blood that is an archaic ritual that should be done away with, Serra has no answer unless it is in what some think is an excessive repetitiousness of Roca Rey's bravery and the bulls' dance of death.

Afternoons of Solitude/Tardes de soledad, 125 mins., debuted at San Sebastiàn Sept. 23, 2024 where it won the top prize, the Concha de Oro, also showing at the New York Film Festival in the Spotlights section, where it was screened for this review. An HBO documentary.

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Andrés Roca Rey in Afternoons of Solitude