Triplets of Belleville

The eye-candy movie of the year has arrived, which is fitting since the film has virtually no dialogue whatsoever. Directed by Silvain Chomet with animators in Paris, Belgium, and Quebec, The Triplets of Belleville (2003) is an eccentric and sprawling adventure that begins in a nostalgic, mid-century Paris and progresses to a mythical metropolis, mixing endearing characters with bits of dark humor, foot-tapping jazz, and a hodgepodge of film genres (home dramas, sports movies, fantasy quests, and gangster films, for starters).

While the film’s humor has a more sardonic edge to it (it’s not geared for younger children), the movie never descends into cynicism. Its characters are dedicated and loving, and challenge heroic stereotypes–the protagonists include an old lady with a shortened leg, a fat dog, and three aged singers.

In many ways, the film is a tribute to Jacques Tati; not only does the poster for Mr. Hulot’s Holiday (1953) conspiciously appear on a background in one scene, but the movie even incorporates a bicycling clip from Jour de fÍte (1949). But if the film’s elaborate soundtrack, wordless communication, pantomime, and physical gags make it a fitting tribute to the master French comedian, it espouces a markedly different view of technology. While Tati’s films express the chaos and absurdity of the modern world with all its confounding tools and gadgets, Triplets suggests its heroes succeed whenever they appropriate objects and invent new uses for them. Whether it’s tuning bicycle wheels, fixing flat tires, or participating in impromptu jam sessions with old newspapers, wire racks, and a whooping vacuum cleaner (the spirit of gypsy jazz guitarist Django Reinhardt also permeates the film), the characters in this film delight in material objects and their unending value.

The 78-minute film took five years to produce, which is double the efficiency it took Chomet to finish his previous Oscar-nominated short film, The Old Lady and the Pigeons (1997), a ten-year project that cemented his reputation as an up-and-coming animator to keep an eye on. Triplets is Chomet’s highly sophisticated and enjoyable feature debut, combining caricatured 2D and CGI animation, but I must admit that I preferred the idiosyncratic settings and characters of the film’s first two-thirds more than I did the conventional gangster elements toward the end. The finale’s action is cleverly paced and as entertaining as anything in a Pixar film, but I guess I’ve seen one too many car chases in my life to glean a lot of thrills from them anymore. The film works best when it merely observes the relationships between its characters or embellishes its imaginative settings with a sense of grandeur. Virtually every shot in the film is astonishing in its pictorial beauty.

Speaking of Pixar and the Oscars, Sony is clearly hoping Triplets will receive the sort of “surprise” acclaim Spirited Away received last year, perhaps enough to beat Finding Nemo at the Academy Awards. But given the new animation category’s track record of only nominating films which 1) perform well at the box office and 2) are geared towards children, I’d say the jury is still out on that possibility. But a couple of Oscar nods towards this film and Satoshi Kon’s Millennium Actress wouldn’t get any complaints from me.

Check out the trailer for a more tantalizing peek.

Diary of a Country Priest

In addition to filmjourney, one of my side projects includes co-administrating robert-bresson.com, a tribute site to Robert Bresson (1901-1999), perhaps my favorite of all filmmakers.

Two years ago, Peter Becker of the Criterion Collection mentioned their acquisition of Bresson’s quiet masterpiece, Diary of a Country Priest (1950), and I’ve been filled with anticipation ever since. Diary is Bresson’s third feature film and the first film where his mature, inimitable style blossomed in full form. And in addition to Criterion’s recent release of his earlier Les Dames du Bois de Boulogne (1945), this will only be the second Bresson DVD released with English subtitles to date.

The producer of the disc, Kate Elmore, graciously allowed me to interview her regarding the DVD (due Feb ’04), and I’ve posted a summary in the News section of robert-bresson.com.

The biggest scoop? The disc will include 11-minutes of deleted scenes!

Another Bresson masterpiece, Au hasard Balthazar (1966) (which I’ve mentioned several times here at filmjourney) will be getting its Rialto Pictures release here in L.A. in a couple of weeks. Stay tuned for more Bresson…

Fog of War

Continuing my bout of screenings with filmmakers in attendance, I wrapped up last week with the UCLA Film & Television Archives’ showing of acclaimed documentarian Errol Morris‘ new film, The Fog of War. But unlike Charles Burnett’s and AgnËs Varda’s down-to-earth interactions, Morris proved to be a showman at heart. When the sound system assailed us with a shrill reverb and technicians scrambled to fix it, Morris suggested they simply shut the whole system off. Then he announced that he preferred to stand and rose from his chair, his interviewer quickly following after him. He spoke in a measured pace with strong inflections, often pausing for dramatic effect, cueing audience reactions–a freewheeling mixture of hubris and irony informing his musings on himself and his film(s).

The Fog of War is Morris’ feature-length interview with Robert S. McNamara, former Secretary of Defense for presidents Kennedy and Johnson (’61-’68), intercut with recordings and footage which illustrate 11 lessons Morris culled from McNamara’s life. The list includes feel-good pomo proverbs like “Rationality will not save us,” “Belief and seeing are both often wrong,” and “In order to do good you may have to engage in evil”–overall there’s little to cherish. Instead, the film allows 85-year-old McNamara to recapitulate such events as World War II, the Cuban Missile Crisis, and the Vietnam War.

Morris’ film has been championed by critics as a savvy commentary on contemporary events, but in fact, McNamara and Morris studiously avoid making statements regarding current US policies. Long acknowledged as a statistical genius who came to Washington from the upper echelons of the Ford Motor Company, McNamara has sometimes been construed as the “brains” behind America’s escalating invasion of Vietnam, but most of his energies in The Fog of War are spent refuting this notion in itself rather than generating any direct political criticism of US administrations.

In short, this is no exposÈ, but a filmic interpretation of the same sort of information McNamara has presented in various books on the subject, most notably his 1996 best-seller, In Retrospect: The Tragedy and Lessons of Vietnam. Although the film’s press release is quick to note its “new biographical and historical material”–such as McNamara’s response to the US firebombing of Japan where a million Japanese civilians in 67 cities were set ablaze before the US dropped the atomic bombs, and its use of rarely heard presidential tapes that suggest McNamara held a more reserved approach to war in Vietnam–there is little new evidence here for genuine historical reassessment.

That’s not to say The Fog of War is without its merits, both as an historical record and a foundation for ongoing political discussion. It held my attention, but it’s no more illuminating than any other documentary which might soberly address US foreign policy and the international community since 1945. Significantly, during the post-screening discussion, Morris explained how McNamara initially agreed to the filming thinking it was simply part of his book tour, and later followed through only as a matter of integrity in spite of discovering Morris’ reputation as an investigative filmmaker. Late in the film, McNamara states his personal rule never to answer questions that are asked of him, but only questions he wished had been asked of him, and it’s easy to perceive how this cautionary attitude informs his comments throughout the entire film. When asked about the effect of antiwar demonstrations, for example, McNamara tersely states: “It was a tense period for my family.” Next question.

An audience member asked Morris to explain his decision to feature a Holocaust denier, Fred Leuchter, Jr., in his film Mr. Death (1999). Morris claimed his initial cut of that film was comprised solely of Leuchter’s own words, but it convinced preview audiences that Morris was promoting Leuchter’s perspective. He thus later added contrary views and criticisms to the film’s structure and in my opinion, it’s a stronger film for it. But such a monologue approach defines The Fog of War as well, in which a guarded and intelligent man offers far less piercing content than the film’s direct style might initially suggest. (Morris’ famed ìInterrotronî device allows an interviewee to look at a video monitor featuring Morris, which also functions as the recording camera lens.)

If I’ve sounded overly critical of The Fog of War, it’s because I’ve elided the information it does present (doubtlessly educational for some viewers) in order to question its true worth at a time when discussions of American politics and power, international relations, and White House intrigue couldn’t be any more pressing. Morris conceded that the two primary questions that remain with him after making the film are 1) Why did McNamara continue to serve in an administration he ostensibly didn’t agree with? and 2) Why did McNamara never speak out against the Vietnam War even after resigning from his post in ’68? (The war continued for seven more years.) Indeed, those are two questions the film might have probed, but because McNamara would not discuss certain issues, Morris’ film is left without them, too.

In an interview with Morris broadcasted on NPR in 2000, a reporter asked him: “How do you stay on the side of ‘psychological quest’ and not exploiter?” Morris’ response: “By remembering, quite simply, that these are people. People like you and me. And the important thing is to tell their story often in a way that they might wish to tell it themselves. That’s what keeps it human, that’s what keeps it interesting.” But if telling stories the way politicians wish to tell them is Morris’ idea of probing documentary filmmaking, I hope he finds figures who are more forthcoming in the future.

Children and movies

Why expanding kids’ cinematic knowledge isn’t always a good thing:

(My nephew, Sheldon, is seven years old now, and my brother just sent me these comments on their recent Lord of the Rings viewing.)

Sheldon has really enjoyed the background features. I think it is opening a new world to him, in that movies are made, not simply captured from real life. We had one bad experience though . . . they talked about the cave troll in the first movie and said they deliberately wanted it to be stupid and pitiful, not evil. [Director] Jackson said he told the guys designing it to imagine that it had a mother, who had a meal set out for it and was waiting for it to return home. Well, Sheldon apparently took all that to heart, because the next time we watched the movie, he went into a lot of grief when the cave troll died. He’ll never be able to watch that scene again as a triumph of good vs. evil.

Varda, Demy

This past week, AgnËs Varda made the rounds to various Los Angeles sites as part of this year’s On Set with French Cinema series, picking up USC’s first Eisenstein Award along the way for her “visionary and distinguished contributions to the cinema.”

I’ve blogged about Varda before, the “grande dame of the French New Wave,” but I managed to catch up with her in person at the American Cinematheque, where she screened her latest film, a 12-minute short entitled Le Lion volatil (2003), as well as her acclaimed Jacquot (Jacquot de Nantes) (1991), a dramatization of the early years in the life of filmmaker Jacques Demy (1931-1990), her late husband.

Le Lion volatil is a completely charming sketch she created to represent her neighborhood of Paris, Denfert-Rochereau, which includes the bronze Lion of Belfort statue in the town square. In quick, witty strokes, Varda presents Clarisse (Julie Depardieu), a mystic apprentice, who meets Lazare (David Deciron), an amateur magician working for a tourist company, and the two strike up a potential romance in the city streets. But Clarisse has more on her mind and becomes convinced she can see paranormal visions. Varda combines street-filmmaking with digital effects. Clarisse’s ultimate vision is the disappearance of the Lion de Belfort, replaced with Varda’s purring housecat–no doubt a gentle wink towards the recurring felines throughout the work of the Left Bank filmmakers. Breezy and full of details of the surrounding neighborhood, the film is a sweet delight.

Jacquot is an altogether more complex and moving work, conceived as a tribute to Demy as he was dying of AIDS. After the screening, Varda explained that while she has no interest in making a film about her own childhood, making a film about Demy’s childhood proved to be surprisingly autobiographical for her since both filmmakers belong to the same generation. The film is mostly a light period drama, but it’s intercut with brief interviews of Demy as well as clips from his own films (including 1961′s Lola, 1964′s The Umbrellas of Cherbourg, and 1967′s The Young Girls of Rochefort), as well as footage Varda shot of Demy sitting on the beach, the camera passing over his skin in extreme closeup much like she would film herself in The Gleaners and I (2000). Varda told the Cinematheque audience that Demy had given her free reign on the production (he died during the editing stages) but that he had been simply encouraging and supportive anytime she asked for his aesthetic opinion.

The son of an auto mechanic, the film presents Jacquot develops an early passion for showmanship and puppetry, which eventually becomes an all-consuming obsession with movies and filmmaking. Jacquot obtains his first hand-cranked camera and casts the neighborhood children in melodramatic roles. After struggling through such setups, he decides to film stop-motion animated films and eventually buys a more expensive camera, all the while screening his latest productions for his parents and friends in a spare attic. Varda’s film lovingly recreates these nostalgic moments and cuts to mirroring scenes from Demy’s professional career throughout, constructing a portrait that is at once a love letter to the movies, a critical perspective on one of its celebrated artist’s, and a personal tribute. “This film is full of, not sad things, but heavy things,” Varda said. “But it’s also full of happiness.”

Incidentally, Demy’s Lola and Bay of Angels (1963), along with Varda’s subsequent documentary, The Universe of Jacques Demy (1995), will be getting new DVD releases in December. At the Cinematheque, Varda also mentioned she had recently finished restoring Demy’s Donkey Skin (Peau d’‚ne) and had just finished producing supplementary material for its DVD release in France later this year, alas without English subtitles.

Server problems…

Just a note this morning to comment on the lack of graphics on filmjourney today. We’re experiencing some technical difficulty with our graphics server, but things should be up and running again in a day or two.

Incidentally, we’ve heard from a few people over the months that they’ve experienced difficulty logging-in to the discussion board. This would be a great thread to post such concerns…although, if you could post there wouldn’t be a problem, yes?

Feel free to e-mail Doug directly regarding any technical problems.

Update

I usually don’t do this sort of thing, but this deal is too good to pass by without mention. Rbcmp3.com, a US e-tailer of Russian media, is apparently offering a buy-one, get-one free deal for two of my favorite films, Andrei Tarkovsky‘s Stalker (1979) and Mirror (1975).

“The first 10 orders for the film Stalker (DVD-NTSC), a
2 DVD Set,
placed today after 12 noon (midday New York time) will receive a
free disc, Tarkovsky’s Mirror (DVD-NTSC).”

Both discs feature excellent transfers (although Stalker has some very subtle “shifting” problems) and, most importantly, the original mono soundtracks in addition to the nasty 5.1 remixes. (For an account of this disc’s sordid history, visit Nostalghia.com‘s informative news thread, here.) When you order Mirror, make sure you specify the mono version as well.

Good luck!

Coming up in the next few days, my AFIFEST notes, and summaries of three L.A. events with filmmakers Agnes Varda, Errol Morris, and Lawrence Kasdan

Charles Burnett

Tuesday night, filmmaker Charles Burnett was invited to screen his new documentary, Nat Turner: A Troublesome Property, for a class here at Caltech and facilitate a Q&A afterward. A graduate of UCLA, Burnett is one of the most highly-esteemed filmmakers currently working in the US and he continues to be active in independent and black filmmaking circles. Although he has taken a less mainstream–and more ideologically nuanced–approach to his career than popular names like Spike Lee or Larry Clark, Burnett’s films (including 1977′s Killer of Sheep, 1990′s To Sleep With Anger, and 1996′s Nightjohn) are visually strong works with vivid characters and complex undertones. As Nelson Kim writes in Senses of Cinema:

Charles Burnett is the epitome of a cult heroóalmost famous for not being famous. On the rare occasion his work attracts any notice in the mainstream press, the article will be sure to mention how little attention his work receives in the mainstream press. Despite the public acclaim of critics and fellow filmmakers, the festival awards and retrospectives, the MacArthur Foundation ìgeniusî grant, the Library of Congress’ selection of Killer of Sheep for its National Film Registryódespite his legendary status among a small cohort of cinephiles, Burnett goes unrecognized by the larger culture, the pop marketplace. His films are known to few. But among those few they’re loved by many.

Nat Turner (1800-1831) was a notorious plantation slave in Virginia who organized the only “successful” revolt in American slavery, forming a loose band of marauders who killed 59 people in plantation homes before they were captured and executed. A physician named Thomas Gray interviewed Turner in jail and subsequently published The Confessions of Nat Turner, but historians now question its accuracy. In 1967, novelist William Styron fictionalized the events of the rebellion–as well as Turner’s private life–and won a Pulitzer Prize for his efforts. While Styron’s novel was widely praised in white literary and popular circles, it was criticized in the black community for framing Turner’s actions in the context of a disturbed sexuality and his illicit love for a white plantation woman. Instead of viewing Turner as a folk hero who retaliated against his oppressors, Styron’s novel suggested Turner was a psychologically disturbed murderer.

Burnett’s documentary intercuts talking heads (historians, activists, and commentators) with beautifully filmed reenactments of the various images of Nat Turner through the years, from such sources as Gray’s interview to Harriet Beecher Stowe’s Dred (1856), Randolph Edmonds’ 1935 theatrical production, and Styron’s novel. The resulting Rashomon-like narrative structure presents various images and points of view allowing the viewer to come to his or her own conclusions. It’s a provocative mosaic which moves from drama to reflection to exposition and back again with remarkable fluidity.

After the screening, the soft-spoken Burnett talked about his own conflicting thoughts regarding the film. In a refreshing way, he seemed as critical toward his film as any other viewer and commented on how difficult it was to find the funding for the project (a five-year process) and how the final product was a compromise in length (initially conceived at two hours, the film now runs a PBS-friendly 58 minutes) and emphasis (instead of focusing on Turner’s position as a folk hero, Styron and his novel are prominently featured). Burnett claims he could never obtain the financing to do the film he would really like to make, a feature about Turner’s courage in the face of oppression and his heroic efforts to strike back. This conception of Turner would be impossible to promote, Burnett suggested, in a white-dominated culture that perpetually emphasizes the deaths of the plantation families rather than the horrifying realities of slavery.

It was at this point that several members of the audience–mostly young, white college students–began to openly question Burnett’s perspective. “How can you call him a ‘hero’ if he killed so many people?” they asked. “We’re talking about oppressed people,” Burnett explained. “Sure, Turner’s group killed about 60 people, but what is that compared to the five million people who were killed on the boats from Africa?” “Maybe what you’re trying to say,” one student offered Burnett, “is that you admire Turner’s ‘spirit’ but not his actions?” No, Burnett assured the student, Turner was a warrior fighting a system that was killing him and those around him on a daily basis–he certainly didn’t establish or perpetuate the system of slavery. “Why don’t they just keep talking about Harriet Tubman and Frederick Douglass?” one student asked.

As for myself, I was immediately reminded of two films I had seen in the last couple years. The first was Claude Lanzmann’s 2001 follow-up to his landmark Holocaust documentary Shoah (1985), entitled Sobibor, October 14, 1943, 2 p.m., which recounts the only successful armed revolt on record at a Nazi extermination camp. The surviving inmates conspired together and executed each one of their German guards using hatchets. Lanzmann’s film is tough to sit through–it’s told in unflinching detail by one of the revolt’s participants, who describes the logistics and the brutal efficiency of his fellow conspirators. While their solution is unquestionably violent and shocking, no one in the theatre seemed to judge the Jews harshly for their act of desperation; at the end of the film, Lanzmann lists the numbers and dates of the people exterminated within Sobibor for years, and as each day ticks off additional thousands, the gruesomeness and unfathomable horror of oppression and suffering is simply overwhelming. Rather than a detached moral judgment of the ethics of resistance, one is left simply with a profound sense of sadness and empathy for the sufferers.

The other film I watched recently was Sankofa (1993), a powerful film about a fictional slave revolt that its director, Burnett’s colleague Haile Gerima, described as his attempt to present a story about slaves taking fate into their own hands. “The plantation school of thought believed [resistance and rebellion] was always provoked by outsiders,” Gerima said, “that Africans were not capable of having that human need [themselves].” Sankofa is one of the most successful independent films in history–because US distributors and video chains like Blockbuster Video refused to carry it, Gerima and his staff have hand-carried the film across the US and scheduled community screenings promoted solely through word-of-mouth. When Burnett suggests he could never obtain the financing for a film about a slave revolt, Gerima’s film is a perfect example.

It struck me that there seemed to be a profound disconnect between many of the students in the room and the realities of the slave trade and plantation life in general. While most educated people would quickly denounce the institution of slavery, the resonant empathy we find in other oppressive situations–like the Holocaust–seemed to be utterly absent. Is it that our culture is simply more inundated with Holocaust imagery? Or is Burnett on to something when he suggests racial and class backgrounds continue to inform one’s perceptions of these struggles? After experiencing the dynamics of the discussion on Tuesday, I’m inclined to agree with him.

Great films, DVDs

As a corollary to yesterday’s post, reader John Davies (a critic for MovieMail in the UK), has submitted lists of Great Films, which I’ve added to the Lists section of filmjourney.

In general, the best lists are those which cast the widest possible historical and geographical net. Movies are a global art form over a hundred years old, and definitive lists should reflect this. In addition, the most useful lists don’t merely affirm our tastes, but compel us to seek new horizons. My suggestion is to jot down some of the titles you haven’t seen, and take the list to your nearest well-stocked video store.

In addition, my friend Gary Tooze has added the 2002 Sight & Sound list of all-time great films to his site, DVDBeaver.com, and hyperlinked the films currently available on DVD (multiregional) to the visual reviews on his site. For those of you who want a glimpse of a disc’s quality before making a purchase, his site is an invaluable resource.

Bad DVDs

Due to the Los Angeles subway workers’ strike currently underway, I managed to ride my bike about 80 miles in two days and caught six feature films over the weekend: Long Gone, Condor: Axis of Evil, Bright Leaves, Dolls, What the Eye Doesn’t See, and The Runner. And I loved five out of six. Stay tuned for reviews…

In the meantime, reader James Tata alerts us to last Sunday’s New York Times article, “When Bad DVD’s Happen to Great Films”, which, like my own response to Columbia’s shabby Apu Trilogy release, criticizes highly-touted DVDs with poor video transfers, like the original releases of Lawrence of Arabia or the Stanley Kubrick Collection.

As the article explains:

A DVD stores only 17 gigabytes of data. A two-hour film, transferred to digital data and otherwise untreated, would take up more than 150 gigabytes.

So the data must first be massively compressed, mainly by digitally sampling a frame, then sampling only the information that changes in subsequent frames. This is no big deal for a scene of someone standing still against a blank wall. But it’s a major challenge for a scene of someone running through traffic surrounded by dozens of flashing lights and moving objects. If a film is old and damaged, the compression machine will “read” random dirt and scratches in the same way it reads motion. If the machine’s operator doesn’t pay attention and make adjustments, or if the machine is sub-par, the digitized image will be full of waves, zigzags and other distracting distortions.

Similar problems can plague color or, if it’s a black-and-white film, the gradations of gray. When transferring film from a negative to a print, someone has to practice the fine art of “color timing.” The same thing has to be done, though electronically, when transferring it to DVD. The job can be done well or it can be done badly.

In an age when cinephilia and film history is increasingly defined by the video market, the accuracy and quality of films on video becomes crucial. Watching a poorly transferred film on DVD can be akin to reading a classic novel with such weathered pages, a few words and sentences are simply unreadable. Let your first exposure to a film be under the best conditions. And, of course, watch films on film whenever possible.