Dardenne documentaries cont’d


Falsch

My last day in Toronto was exceptional. Not only was I able to see the two remaining documentaries in the Dardenne series, but James Quandt and his colleagues graciously screened me the Dardennes’ first two features prior to La Promesse (1996). (The Cinematheque will publicly screen the features later this month.) The Cinematheque’s staffers logged 35 hours creating the subtitles for the documentaries, which ultimately only sold a few dozen tickets. By contrast, the Cinematheque’s screening of L’Enfant today, which opens commercially in Toronto next week, sold out. Quandt mused, “The program that takes the greatest effort, money, and time–and the rarest material–will always draw the smallest crowds. Oh well, there is that thing called ‘film culture,’ which we are determined to contribute to.” They’re heroes, I tell you.

Lessons From a University on the Fly (1981) is a quintet of short interviews with Belgian immigrants from communist Poland. The Dardennes have said one of the reasons they made documentaries was to gather people together and build communities of workers, immigrants, and activists. This series, which begins with the same historical summary of Soviet expansion into Budapest, Prague, Kabul, and Warsaw, is named after the “flying universities” of Poland (late-19th century underground education networks) resumed in the late-’70s just prior to the Solidarity movement. Immigrants reveal their names, point to a map showing where they lived in Poland, describe their trade, and trace the routes they took to Belgium. The Dardennes highlight the work of farmer and peasant unions, teachers, and families in a straightforward, unembellished manner: one whole segment features a family’s spontaneous critiques of a Warsaw propaganda broadcast emanating from a radio on their kitchen table.

Girish and I were surprised by the formal stylization of the first three documentaries in this series given the Dardennes’ current penchant for stripped-down realism, but nothing prepared me for Look at Jonathan (1983), which highlights the work of dissident playwright Jean Louvet through highly impressionist montages (a lone boxer, moving trains, dancing feet) and Brechtian restagings of his work (dramatic readings, minimalist sets, and snippets of text). The Dardennes interview Louvet, who co-founded the Proletarian Theatre of La LouviËre after the Belgian worker demonstrations of 1960, and the playwright’s stream-of-conscious reflections on his craft combined with the Dardennes’ visual experimentation make for a very dense and heady experience. (One of their sets of a worker’s camp, in fact, anticipates Von Trier’s visual aesthetic in Dogville, the Dardennes’ abandoned train tracks and sporadic fire pits within a dark, theatrical arena evokes the same merging of exterior and interior space.)

Look at Jonathan strongly anticipates the Dardennes’ first dramatic feature, Falsch (1987), in its minimalist milieu and theatrical lighting. “We aim to explore a form,” the Dardennes explained, “a style that rediscovers the cinema while being faced with the text of a play; and to rediscover this text through framing, glances, montage, the play of the actors, and the relationship to a place that is somewhere between a set and the realistic reference.” The film, based on a play by RenÈ Kalisky, is staged in a Purgatory-like deserted airport, where the Jewish members of the Falsch family–once living in Berlin–are reunited after death and must then confront their varied responses to Nazi Germany in 1937. The central character of the ensemble, Joe, fell in love and moved to New York. His brothers also fled and worked as entertainers; his parents stayed in Berlin and eventually died in a concentration camp; other relatives moved to Israel after the war. The Falsch’s reunion in the afterlife sparks a volatile examination of the ethical and emotional costs of their decisions, offering a microcosmic examination of postwar Jewish life. The film is shot in a highly artificial vein (strong colored lighting, posed tableaux vivants) and includes an eclectic array of music ranging from pop synth to Al Jolson to Arnold Schoenberg. It’s an intense psychodrama that, surprisingly, echoes Alain Resnais in its abstracted evocation of memory and identity.

The Dardennes were less pleased with their next feature, Je pense à vous (You’re On My Mind, 1992), in many ways a much more conventional film, but one that nevertheless emerges directly from their personal experience. “The script itself, the choice of actors, set, film crew, none of these things were our decisions,” the Dardennes have said. “Not that these decisions were made by others and imposed on us, but things were happening without us saying yes or no. . . . So this film was made, not against us, but without us.” Like a dramatic compendium of their documentary work, the film tells the story of a steel worker in Seraing who loses his job when factories close, and who begins a morose descent into despair and feelings of inadequacy that seriously threaten his marriage and family. Without having seen the Dardennes’ non-fiction features, one would probably never guess they had a hand in this melodramatic tale with lyrical music, crane shots, and emotionally manipulative dramaturgy. But in the context of their documentaries, many elements resurface as a dramatic whole (abandoned factories beside the Meuse, worker negotiations, the Binche carnival), and a few key sequences foreshadow the handheld urgency of the Dardennes’ later works.

NFB Mediatheque


Things in Toronto I wish were in Los Angeles include heavy snow flurries, pedestrians who leisurely stroll through red light intersections and drivers who do not honk, Smarties chocolate candy, and most of all, the National Film Board’s Mediatheque.  Founded in 2002, the Mediatheque (150 John Street) is something like a cross between a theme park ride and a film archive.  It’s situated in a heavily pedestrian area across the street from a Paramount multiplex and it’s open every day of the week.


I stopped by yesterday and reserved one of their many “personal viewing stations” in the lobby: space-age looking chairs with wrap around head speakers, a touch screen computer terminal, and a high definition widescreen monitor.  I signed up at the front desk for an hour’s worth of time (apparently, you can sign up all day if you like), climbed into a station and repositioned the swivel touch screen, resisted the urge to say “Kirk to Scotty,” and began browsing the hundreds of documentaries, short films, and animation digitally stored in the system.  Beside me, a large group of school children were watching Ryan Larkin’s Walking (1968) and taking notes.  I dialed up Arthur Lipsett’s magnificent, 9 minute-33 second 21-87 (1964) and watched it four times in a row.


Visitors to Toronto shouldn’t miss this wonderful community resource.  Los Angeles, please take note.


 

Puiu and Dardenne documentaries


For the War to End, the Walls Should Have Crumbled

The Cinematheque Ontario is screening five documentaries by the Dardenne brothers this week–the first time the films have been exhibited in North America (outside of Montreal)–and I’m hanging out for the event. I’ve attended Toronto’s international film festival the last couple years, but this is my first non-fall visit to the city, and its bare trees, icy winds and cloudy skies are a far cry from its warm Septembers. (For a thin-blooded Angeleno like myself, it’s positively freezing.)

But that hasn’t kept employees of the Cinematheque from working hard the last couple weeks. Senior programmer James Quandt introduced the films shown today, telling us how his assistants had laboriously typed up custom subtitles and would scroll through them manually during the screening, PowerPoint style. The technology worked flawlessly, and the fact that it was performed for only a couple dozen people in attendance confirmed the Cinematheque’s professionalism and commitment to world cinema. (As Quandt told me in an email, “For some filmmakers, you go the extra mile.”) Toronto residents have a real treasure here.

At least one other Yank showed up for the screening, my pal Girish, the man behind the ever-bustling hub of blog mania that is his website. Girish and I always have fun together free-associating about films and life . . . and eating at his favorite Indian buffet on Queen street.

To make the weekend even more exceptional, the Cinematheque also programmed the first feature of Romanian filmmaker Cristi Puiu on Saturday, whose recent The Death of Mister Lazarescu remains the best film I’ve seen all year. As an energetic road movie, Stuff and Dough (2001) is significantly different than Lazarescu‘s night trance odyssey, but its tale of a young man (Ovidiu) who agrees to smuggle a package to Bucharest exhibits the same unrelenting momentum. Told never to stop en route, a charge which recalls Clouzot’s The Wages of Fear, Ovidiu and the high-strung Vali and Vali’s girlfriend Bety speculate, criticize, and cower together when danger emerges. Puiu establishes his ability to coax authentic and intense performances from his whole cast, and the psychological maelstrom induced by their journey is immediate and immersive.

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The three Dardenne documentaries are reflections on political resistance movements that foreshadow the brothers’ later works in highly intriguing ways–perhaps more so than even their first two features, Falsch (1987) and Je pense à vous (1992), which they all but disown today.

When the Boat of Léon M. Went Down the Meuse River for the First Time (1979) is a black-and-white video introduced by the brothers (looking like long-haired radicals) that revisits key people and places in Seraing’s workers demonstration for health insurance in 1960. In Dardenne spirit, a montage foregrounds the manual labor involved in building the boat of LÈon (a participant in the original demonstrations), people are introduced by their trades and locations, and the narration draws enough potent metaphors about truth-seeking and the flow of history from the boat’s journey that one wonders if it alone later inspired the name of their production company, Les Films du Fleuve.

For the War to End, the Walls Should Have Crumbled (1980) reviews the history of an underground newspaper published by workers at a Cockerill factory during the ’60s; the documentary features Edmond, a former dissident who circumnavigates the ruins of the factory seven times (a reference to the biblical story of Gideon) while the Dardennes juxtapose interviews, archival footage, and ruminations on how history is preserved in objects (tables, documents, architecture, even their own film). The video is shot in color and contains a fair bit of playful technique that might surprise those familiar with the filmmakers’ later works. Despite its Godardian touches (three alternate beginnings, a tour de force mix of war and video game sounds set against images of production and copies of the newspaper) the long takes of walking and movement prefigure Rosetta’s own determined resistance.

R . . . No Longer Answers (1982) is a rousing examination of free radio culture in Europe: “Were free radio stations created because the mass media could no longer make love?” the narrator asks. “Or because they did so reluctantly?” The Dardennes highlight the passion and loose network of individuals (engineers, broadcasters, listeners) who comprise this form of alternative media, giving emphasis to physical equipment like hidden transmitters. A family of listeners commends a station that broadcasts in the Alsatian dialect for preserving a minority language, and the documentary highlights free radio’s multilingual existence. The documentary is also the most formally adventurous of the three screened today; the Dardennes utilize repetition, replaying key moments at various times, and build up a layered cacophony of voices in the final moments.

(Part two of the documentary series can be found here.)