Showing posts with label film. Show all posts
Showing posts with label film. Show all posts

12 March 2014

Double Feature: Heart of Africa | January in Japan

I like to take films as stand-alone universes, isolated bubbles of contrived truth borne from the lens of a unique point of view. But there's something about juxtaposition that raises questions and brings details to light. 
Two films that are a part of the well-worn legacy of the travelogue, where the filmmaker goes somewhere with little pre-written, and leaves composition for the editing suite. Both are portraits of places through an outsider's lens, composed of breathtaking shot after breathtaking shot and playing with a particular rhythm of life.



As I watched these two short films, two thoughts came to mind.

First, I caught myself thinking that Sugrue had captured the dynamism of Africa, before realizing that I had no idea what the "dynamism of Africa" was, just that it was a conception of the continent (of which, surely, all regions cannot be dynamic in the same way) that came easily to the tip of the tongue.

Indeed, both societies are portrayed in line with the general perception of them by the rest of the world, but how much of that perception is inherent to the society and how much comes from the hand of the filmmaker? Does the filmmaker himself view the society through that lens, thus creating a self-fulfilling prophecy?

Second, that despite the ubiquity of Western culture these days, cultural differences still manage to shine through in each film. I don't like comparing a continent to a country, but I think I'll have to in this case for simplicity. In both films, we see typically "Western" clothing, as well as technologies and modes of transport. Yet they remain quite distinct from one another. It's somewhat heartening to see this, especially in the face of all the doomsday globalization homogenization talk I've become accustomed to hearing, but the first question is raised once again. How much of it is true and how much is self-perpetuating stereotype?

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08 March 2014

The Grand Budapest Hotel

I went to see The Grand Budapest Hotel last night with friends, and I liked it a lot. After a hellish week, a good movie is a necessary palate cleanser.

Ralph Fiennes' performance as M. Gustave was the highlight of the film - he really carried it and smoothed over the rough patches. And while the frame story with the author rang a bit wooden and did not completely capture my attention, I loved the opening of the core plot itself, especially the interaction between M. Gustave and Madame D.
I always enjoy Wes Anderson's work for their contained and detailed universes, as well as his impeccable sense of comic timing, but he does employ a certain affectation that constantly jolts me out of the movie's universe. While you enjoy what unfolds before you, you are acutely aware that you are watching a film.

In the end, however, who is to say an affected style is wrong? But my thoughts on film criticism and analysis are for another day. For now, I'm content because a good movie with friends was the perfect end to a relaxed and productive day.
In any case, the process behind a film is infinitely more interesting than trading opinions, so:
And check out the amazing website and tumblr - people have been getting really inventive with online marketing.

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01 August 2013

Trailer | The Secret Life of Walter Mitty

I go into work at the magazine twice a week - and yes, I'm aware that's a pretty laid-back schedule, but the day still manages to drag on. With my top-notch economics education, I have accurately deduced that my productivity is inversely correlated to how much feeling I have in my butt.

So there I was, having just offered half an hour to the Tumblr gods (I would tell you what I'm wishing for, but I don't want to jinx it), with about two hours of professionalism to go.

At a certain point, the numbness goes away and the pain sets in and you find yourself dreaming of running a mile or something. Of running. That's when you know you're past help. (In all honesty, I really do love my job here. I mean, this morning I wrote about a burka-wearing superhero fighting for universal education. It's a pretty sweet gig. It's the sitting for hours on end that gets me.)

Then this showed up on my dash, and I'm telling you - in the same way your grandmother tells you about the miracle pill her friend gave her that will cure all your illnesses and materialize a boyfriend for you - this video rejuvenated me. I had to do a lot of smirk-repressing, and the more smirk-repressing the better something is.

Trust me. I'm an economist. I read The Economist.

It's the trailer for Ben Stiller's new movie, The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, based on the 1939 short story by James Thurber. It's like technology pulled through and Mad Men had a baby with Eat Pray Love and magical realism (I know, amazing! First three-parent reproduction, now the ability to mate with entire genres - what wonders will be next).
I'm still withholding judgment on the film, as I obviously haven't seen it, but the trailer puts a smile back on my face and reawakens some of the nerves in my butt. So there's that.

Sometimes trailers are quite good on their own. There should be trailer awards. Is anyone on this.

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27 March 2013

Flickering

A flick of the switch. Picture on. I press record too soon, and my squeaky, "Action," is registered for cringe-inducing posterity.

Today I dove into production with four hours of sleep, nothing but a feverishly scrawled shot list keeping me tethered to the ground. Chaos loomed constantly, from the sudden gaggle of willing background actors to pushing the door of an abandoned building and finding it unlocked. But now that we've gotten the ball rolling on filming, I feel like I've found the rhythm again.

There's a certain casualness to this project. The barest of bones. In some respect, it's exciting to push the boundary of minimalism, to see how little you can get away with. It's also terrifying to freefall.

I'm reminded of Jane Eyre (2011), especially the brief moments shot during the setup of other scenes. Filler moments breathe life into a fictional world. It's only the first day of our project, but so far it feels as though it is composed entirely of these stolen, impromptu vignettes. A wisp of hope returns and pushes the cynicism from my lungs. Maybe this will work.

Photos via I Capture the Period Pieces

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10 February 2013

Double Feature: The Scared is Scared | Fashion Film

Two short films that resonated with me this week. The Scared is Scared is based on a similar concept as our project, so it was interesting to see it taken in a different direction. A reminder to keep things silly.

I suppose the same goes for Fashion Film...hilarious perhaps because it hits a tiny bit close to home.

And now for your featurefeature presentation...


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17 May 2012

Essentials of Cinema

Tomorrow I'll take my final exam and skip off into summer and you'll never catch me for as long as I live. In anticipation of my freedom I've borrowed a few older films I've been meaning to see. Some call them classics, others vintage (although I find this word overused and often wrongly so), and some of my old classmates would call them, "What do you mean you haven't watched that? And you call yourself a filmmaker."
Well here I am, with four movies clutched in my hand. My local library has a t-rex skeleton, a ceiling that changes to imitate the real sky (à la Hogwarts), and an aquarium with sharks (also could be used to describe the movie "Fish Tank" with Michael Fassbender). Surely it has a great collection of films as well. Why, yes it does.
Next week, I'll settle down with cookies, tea (we have sugar in the house agaaiiaiiiaian), and my filmmaking goggles to begin my required viewings. Before that I'm running away with my friends to a shopping center. It has a ferris wheel, you guys. Fearless adventurers, we are. Yoda, I now am.

Photos of Hitchcock, Godard, Scorsese, and Chaplin, credit unknown. If you know, please let me know and I'll update this post. :)

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23 April 2012

Weekend Time Machine

I never thought I'd find inspiration by looking to the past. We're always moving forward, aren't we? Ideas build upon ideas, technologies upon technologies, until we get the wonderful mind-bending complexities of contemporary cinema. Audiences, I have always felt, are so jaded that a twist is usually necessary to wow them. Sometimes, it feels like modern philosophy is that visual bombardment will do the trick.
And then I saw Girl Shy with a live orchestra and more importantly (if that is possible), an audience that laughed and jumped more than I did. For the irrepressible grin as I walked away from the Egyptian Theater alone, I do not regret sitting through unreasonably heavy traffic for two hours. I admit that I had recently started considering other careers. Filmmaking is so uncertain, and what is life and who am I and why are we here and all that. This weekend I found the cure. I just have to think about the joy in that theater and ta da!

So yes, I spent Sunday on Hollywood Blvd, which I like in that kitschy neon tourist cesspool sort of way, watching new (to me) oldies at the TCM Classic Film Festival. Next year I hope to attend the whole thing. I found all sorts of people there - a guy who spoke of LA as a casual Manhattan (really?) and was really excited about being in Hollywood, a woman who clung vehemently to "they don't make 'em like that anymore," and another who declared, "The Titanic sank tonight. On this very night!"

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20 March 2012

Double Feature: The Joy of Books | Mourir Auprès de Toi

While watching The Joy of Books, I was reminded of another clever book-related stop-motion. The secret life of books is all too fascinating. I've also included a glimpse behind-the-scenes of Mourir Auprès de Toi. Enjoy!


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I like Mourir... just a bit more for the meatier plot and detailed embroidery. Although The Joy... is a spectacle and quite a feat. What are your thoughts? Did you like one more than the other?

Mourir Auprès de Toi - Spike Jonze + Olympia Le Tan

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18 March 2012

Before All Hell Breaks Loose

The Hunger Games will be released on Friday, and Lionsgate (whose logo is notorious in my house for resembling the opening credits of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory) is expecting it to be the next Twilight (It's certainly being marketed as such. I just saw three hideous red t-shirts at Hot Topic. Who designs those things? The same people who make karaoke videos, probably).

The opposite should be true. When I first picked up the book a couple years ago, I prayed to the Book Gods it wouldn't be like most of the teen fiction on the shelves. Don't get me wrong, there are gems in YA Fiction. I was hoping this one would be one of them.
Spray tan + dirt + earthy tones = dystopian poverty

And it was. After a whirlwind that never once allowed me to catch my breath, the book left me with a cliffhanger. A cliffhanger!

Before it becomes a franchise, another marriage of mass marketing and an obsessive demographic gone horribly right, I just wanted to think back to the stunned, quiet moment right after I had turned that final page in my bedroom. Before the sweaty photoshoots and nail polish campaigns that would put the Capitol to shame, I simply read one of the most exciting books in a while.

Honestly, when I saw the way they were marketing the movie, I was upset that they were feeding the same spiel as they had done with the Twilight movies. As though they had to win us over with tons of merchandise and hot stars. We were won over some time ago, simply with a great book. I have nothing against teen movies, but can we be treated as intelligent beings rather than a massive herd of cows to milk?

All things said, I will be watching because I can't wait to see it on screen. Ironically, marketing campaigns don't always reflect their film (see Hugo). Reviews so far are generally positive, so there's hope yet.

P.S. The Mockingjay's song at the end of the trailers is so haunting. It sends chills down my spine.

P.P.S. This brings up another question: to what extent do the gears of a machine have to be united? I mean, does the marketing need to reflect the themes of the book itself? If so, what do you think of the nail polish line, etc, that seems to perpetuate the ideals of the Capitol, a quasi-villain of the book?

Photos via Entertainment Weekly

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