Indie Cine

Nov 02 2011

Lineup for MoMA’s Yearly Contenders Series Announced

Bridesmaids

The Museum of Modern Art has announced the program for The Contenders, its annual screening series of the most notable works from the year in film.  Choices are made by the museum’s Department of Film and quite a big deal to Indie Movie fans.

Some of the titles mentioned up for awards are:
My Week with Marilyn
Bridesmaids
The Tree of LIfe
Drive
Midnight in Paris
The Descendants
Moneyball
Rango
The Help
Many more titles will be featured as well and you can read about it here:
http://www.indiewire.com/article/lineup_for_momas_yearly_contenders_series_announced/

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Aug 20 2010

Enter the Void (Gaspar Noe, 2010) Movie Review

Published by Jennifer under Indie Movies,Movie Reviews

Enter the Void (Gaspar Noé, 2010) – Gaspar Noé lets his freak flag fly in Enter the Void, his DMT-tripping, POV-camera epic of indulgence. Whether you dismiss it as trash or praise it as genius, there is no denying that Noé is working on an entirely original level. After seeing the film at Cannes in 2009, Manohla Dargis said, “This is the work of an artist who’s trying to show us something we haven’t seen before.” That is an absolutely true statement, and to watch Enter the Void is to marvel at Noé’s formal experimentation. What he has to say is adolescent and exploitative, but there is something thrilling about watching him take such huge risks.

Noé seems to have an obsession with dark underworld club scene situations that lead to horrific violence. He explores very similar territory in Irreversible, with a similar sort of roving, eye-level camera. Yet, compared to Enter the Void, the earlier film is a positive delight to sit through. Both films punish the viewer with shocking sex and violence, but Enter the Void entirely forgets about its audience.

Things actually begin promisingly enough, as we follow our protagonist Oscar (Nathaniel Brown) as he smokes DMT, heads out to a club to make a drug deal, and gets shot by police resisting arrest. We experience all this from his literal POV, and it is exciting to see how Noé moves his camera. Indeed, the best thing about the entire film is Noé’s camera, which is never still and constantly surprising. (He has admitted that he did not direct any of the actors in the film, but that they directed themselves.) Once Oscar dies, we float out of his body and upward. The conceit (the film is exceedingly conceptual in nature) is that his consciousness has left his body and remains present on the earth, observing but not able to interact with the living.

Let’s back up a bit. Oscar became a drug dealer so he could earn enough money to fly his sister (Paz de la Huerta) to Tokyo to be reunited with him. When she arrived she became a stripper and started partying with a lot of shady people, and who knows, maybe one of them ratted out her brother. She was originally separated from her brother when they were children, after witnessing the horrific accidental deaths of their parents, and being taken to different foster homes. We experience all of this through flashback, which is supposedly still being experienced by the dead and/or tripping spirit of Oscar. Noé, in these early flashback scenes employs visual-matching cuts which begin to set up the narrative themes. The feeling expressed is an overwhelming fear of abandonment and an obsessive attachment to mother-figures, and to their breasts in particular.

But just as Noé starts to tell a real story, he stops in his tracks, and proceeds to spend the last couple hours of running time floating between buildings, hovering around streetlights, repeating (yet not expanding) the themes mentioned above, and mostly observing his sister as she fucks her way through the guilt and pain she feels over her brother’s death. Far too much time (nearly three hours in the cut I saw) is spent on barely a hint of a plot. (We don’t care at all about the police investigation, nor about Oscar’s friend the street philosopher, nor about most of the many strands we observe.) The way he refuses to use straight cuts for most of the film makes it drag interminably, and, worse, each graphically-stylized transition raises expectations that we’re entering the final scene. After being jerked around for hours, this would wear on anybody’s patience.

There isn’t a single frame that Noé doesn’t inflect with layers and layers of effects. Given his intention of recreating the experience of a hallucinogenic trip, it’s a bit obvious to choose Tokyo, with its fluorescent lights and strange foreignness to Americans, as the film’s setting. Soon Noé’s camera swoops over rooftops, through apartment walls, into the backs of people’s heads, into fires and lights and urns. Noé’s choices grow increasingly absurd as we find ourselves entering a bullethole, observing a realistic abortion, and later witnessing sexual congress from inside a vagina. Mostly, though, the camera hovers directly behind the protagonist’s head. His is a literal interpretation of an out-of-body experience, which betrays what some may call a superficial understanding of profound catharsis. I think his literal approach is commendable for the technical gauntlet Noé has set up for himself, a gauntlet which he stubbornly chooses to traverse. Unfortunately, we viewers have to go on the exploration, too, and Noé’s mind is too adolescent and ultimately shallow to be worth exploring.

If you make it through to the final reel, you will be rewarded with two exciting, highly expressive sequences. Noé uses miniature models to create a bizarre, trippy flyover through Tokyo. Then we enter the Love Hotel and observe various forms of copulation, digitally enhanced, of course. His editing and camera tricks and digital manipulation create experiences that push the possibilities of cinematic expression and expand the film language of drug-induced subjective states. The film world needs more risk-takers like Noé, to inspire others with their forward-thinking ideas. It is for this reason that I was thrilled by Enter the Void even as I felt assaulted (and confused, and bored) by it. I’m not about to recommend the film, but I also don’t want to stick my nose up at it. In fact, I wish more people were willing to take the (small) risk that they might be bored or shocked by a film, on the off chance they might stumble onto something genius, something, perhaps, they never imagined possible.

Maxwell Anderson is an avid film watcher and blogger. He is also a freelance assistant video editor in New York City. You can contact him through his blog Ecstatic Text: http://ecstatictext.blogspot.com.

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Sep 12 2008

Ebert Attacked, This Time Not By Roeper or Thyroid

Now I expect this behaviour from Kayne West – an egotistical rapper who thinks the world is his playground and also his punching bag. West was arrested today at LAX after he and a bodyguard attack TMZ photographers and smashed their cameras (Although unrelated to the story at hand, got here to watch the video of Kayne in attack mode).

But did I expect to hear that New York Post film critic Lou Lumenick would attack his physically crippled peer Roger Ebert at a screening yesterday during the Toronto International Film Festival? No, not until I read the following story in the Chicago Sun-Times. Personally, I find the incident in question, as I hope you do, completely absurd and hilarious, even despite the fact that Ebert followed up the original story (wherever it was first published) with this post on his blog, saying, “a fellow critic whacked me with a rolled-up program or a festival binder or something. It has been blown out of proportion. It is of little interest.” Read the following article and let me know what you think.

Ebert confirms fellow critic hit him at Toronto Film Festival
By Phil Rosenthal | Tribune media columnist
4:56 PM CDT, September 11, 2008
Though Pulitzer Prize-winning Chicago Sun-Times film critic Roger Ebert no longer spars over movies with fellow critics on TV, it turns out the 66-year-old reviewer whose speaking voice has been lost to the effects of cancer treatment still has to defend himself from other reviewers — physically, if not verbally.
By e-mail Thursdsay, Ebert corroborated a New York Daily News report that New York Post film reviewer Lou Lumenick whacked the venerated Chicago critic with a binder during a screening last week at the Toronto Film Festival.
Lumenick reportedly was annoyed by being tapped on the shoulder by whomever was sitting behind him, so he got up, turned around and took a swing. Only afterward did Lumenick apparently realize he had hit Ebert, who had simply been trying to silently request Lumenick shift in his seat so as to not to block his view.
“[Lumenick] hit him so hard everybody could hear it,” a source told the Daily News. “Everyone freaked out and turned around.”
Lumenick did not respond to an e-mailed Tribune request for additional details.
Ebert wrote in a story posted to suntimes.com that the incident “has been blown out of proportion [and] is of little interest.” But he also noted his wife, Chaz, who did not witness what happened, was taken aback when she learned of it.
“Her reaction when she heard: ‘I’ll get a no-neck guy from the West Side to break his knees,’” he recalled. “Just rhetorical, I trust.”

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Sep 11 2008

El Godfather Uno, Dos, Tres, Restoration Update

Published by dwhitney under Indie Movies

You don’t have to be an Art History grad student to appreciate the obvious difference in image quality apparent in the above frames of both the original and restored prints of The Godfather. Tomorrow will be day one of NY’s The Film Forum, limited engagment of The Godfather Part I and II which I had discussed in this earlier post. These limited screenings are just a preview for the September 26 DVD/Blu-ray release of all three films. The trailer for the resorted Films and DVD’s is below, and be sure to check out TheGodfather.com where you can watch various features of the editing and restoration that was done.

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Sep 11 2008

The Soloist Trailer

Published by dwhitney under Indie Movies,Up and Coming

I am sitting here watching the very engaging 2008 documenatary kicking It on ESPN and feeling very enlightened on the Homelessness issue. The movie follows six homeless men from around the world as they gear up for the 4th annual Homeless World Cup soccer tournament in Cape Town South Africa. I recommend you go here to learn more about the movie and keep an eye on ESPN2 because I am sure they will be airing it again.

Anyways, while watching Kicking It, I was reminded of a trailer I had seen earlier in the day for a film called The Soloist. This film stars Robert Downey Jr. as real life L.A. Times Journalist Steve Lopez who discovers a left behind homeless musical genius named Nathaniel Ayers, played by Jamie Foxx. And while this film clearly takes a more Hollywood approach to the issue (read across from Resurrecting the Champ, August Rush, and Reign Over Me), it clearly hits all the right notes. Take for example two excellent actors, Jamie Foxx with a Miles David haircut circa Amandla era, and a running soundtrack of Bach Cello Prelude in Gm. And seeing as Foxx already won an Oscar in a musical role for his work in Ray, I don’t think that Oscar buzz for this movie is out of the question.

The Soloist, which will debut November 21st, is conceived from Steve Lopez’s original articles, written by Susannah Grant (28 Days and Erin Brockovich), and directed by Atonement’s Joe Wright.

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Sep 10 2008

Kubrick’s Boxes

Published by dwhitney under Documentaries

I have always been fascinated with the 610 cardboard boxes that encompass Andy Warhol’s Time Capsules; his attempt to document the 1960′s through the 1980′s. I imagine that for a museum curator, the thought of riffling through the great artist’s boxes of magazine clippings, photographs, and random correspondences, is attune to that first walk through King Tut’s Tomb. It is a look into the mind, or at least the thought process, of a great mystery. However, in Jon Ronson’s documentary “Stanley Kubrick’s Boxes” I discovered over at /film, I learned that Warhol’s 610 is the collection of an amateur.

Stanley Kubrick had throughout his life ammassed over 1,000 cardboard carriers filled to the brim with his intense desire to research set, costume, and historical perspective on his films to the nth degree. To me, these boxes represent the true brilliance of Kubrick’s mind and his films. This is because I assume, more than I know, that today’s film directors rely on amongst others, production designers, costumers, and historians, to handle the very small pieces of the monumental task that is the creation of a Hollywood movie. Well, Kubrick’s movies were the definition of monumental and he oversaw and obsessed about every detail of his works. And on top of all this, he somehow found the time to grade and categorize his fan letters as well as design the optimal box to store them.

These boxes which once filled Kubrick’s home, now reside at the University of the Arts London, but to truly understand their meaning, or lack thereof, watch the 49 minute documentary below. It turns out that in his later life, most specifically the 12 years between Full Metal Jacket and his final film Eyes Wide Shut, Kubrick worked on his boxes most relentlessly in order to discover his next story. To me, the most eerie, compelling, and filmable story was the obsession and legacy he was fitting inside these boxes you will see below.

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Sep 03 2008

The Business of Indie

Published by dwhitney under Commentaries,Film Festivals

After mentioning Variety Editor Peter Part’s dire op-ed Why Art House Movies are on the Endangered Species List in an earlier post, and then mentioning how promising Good looked, a film premiering at the Toronto International Film Festival, I figured the following article would be of some interest.

But as Anthony Kaufman mentions in his article TORONTO ’08 | Assessing the Business Landscape as TIFF Gets Underway this Week, “Myths die hard in the film business. But the fairytale that says an independent movie goes into a film festival, sparks a bidding war and gets sold for millions and millions of dollars is fading fast.”

The entire article, which can be read here, focuses on how the distribution process works for independent film. Basically, movie buffs see a trailer or here some news for an unsigned film, and then read the reviews from the press who have seen it at a festival like that upcoming in Toronto. If the film is lucky, it will be picked up by a studio, and then released anywhere from a few theaters in New York and LA, to the golden ticket, a few thousand or more theaters across the country. Well according to Kaufman, things in the Indie marketplace may be changing. The article is an interesting read for any indie film lover curious about how the movies get from the factory to your plate.

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Sep 02 2008

Good, The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas

Published by dwhitney under Up and Coming,War Movies

If World War II were a character actor, it is quite possible that its IMDB filmography could rival that of Michael Caine. Maybe.

The point is, we see so many World War II movies released every year, that many good ones are often overlooked. So with the impending release of big name WWII dramas like Defiance and Valkyrie, don’t forget about the two indies shown blow.

Good is set to premiere at the Toronto International Film Festival, written by John Wrathall, based on a C.P. Taylor play, directed by Vicente Amorim, and stars
Viggo Mortensen and Jason Isaacs. The IMDB plot synopsis follows:

“John Halder (Mortensen) is a ‘good’ and decent individual with family problems: a neurotic wife, two demanding children and a mother suffering from senile dementia. A literary professor, Halder explores his personal circumstances in a novel advocating compassionate euthanasia. When the book is unexpectedly enlisted by powerful political figures in support of government propaganda, Halder finds his career rising in an optimistic current of nationalism and prosperity. Seemingly inconsequential decisions lead to choices, which lead to more choices… with eventually devastating effect.”


Good film
by coolvibesinfo

The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas is expected to be released on Nov. 7, written and directed by Mark Herman, and is based on the John Boyne novel of the same name. The IMDB plot synopsis follows:

“Set during World War II, a story seen through the innocent eyes of Bruno, the eight-year-old son of the commandant at a concentration camp, whose forbidden friendship with a Jewish boy on the other side of the camp fence has startling and unexpected consequences.”

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Aug 28 2008

Towelhead Controversy Has Arrived

When I originally “>discussed the movie Towelhead I mentioned that it would not be long before this story of an Arab-American teenage girl caught in lustful relationship with a much older neighbor received some serious controversy. I just figured that controversy would be geared toward its risque content. However, I am not surprised problems have recently arisen with the film’s title.

When the film premiered at the Toronto International Film Festival, it went by the title Nothing is Private, but somewhere along the line it became Towelhead. Well, for obvious reasons, this titled angered the Council on American-Islam Relations who asked Warner Brothers to change it. But since the Council’s original protest, they have merely asked for a detailed explanation ofthe use of such a racial epitaph. Below you will see the response from the author of the film’s source material, Alicia Erian, Warner Brothers, the company releasing the film, and the film’s director Alan Ball.

ALICIA ERIAN
As an Arab-American woman, I am of course aware that the title of my book is an ethnic slur. Indeed, I selected the title to highlight one of the novel’s major themes: racism. In the tradition of Dick Gregory’s autobiography Nigger, the Jewish magazine Heeb, or the feminist magazine Bitch, the title is rude and shocking, but it is not gratuitous. Besides the fact that the main character must endure taunting about her ethnicity (including being called a towelhead), so much of the novel’s plot is fueled by the characters’ attitudes toward race.

I was not contacted by any organization or group when my novel was released in 2005. I don’t know if this was because no one had heard about my book, or because they didn’t feel it would have as much of an impact as a film. Having lived in a world in which my book has existed without protest for the past three years, however, I feel I have at least some view onto what to expect from the public in terms of a response. The bottom line is, never once have I encountered anyone who didn’t understand the seriousness of the word “towelhead” and all its implications.

This is not to say that I don’t find these concerns legitimate — I absolutely do. We live in a racist society, one in which people continue to use ethnic slurs to delineate those who are different than they are. Realistically speaking, though, these people are neither the audience for my book, nor for the film. They will continue to use whatever language they wish whether or not a movie called “Towelhead” is released. For this reason, I am pleased that Warner Bros. is standing by the title.

Towelhead, like its many cousins — nigger, spic, gook, etc. — is an ugly word. The job of the artist, however, has been, and always will be, to highlight that which is ugly in the hopes of finding something beautiful. This charge, by necessity, will at times put the artist at odds with admirable groups such as CAIR. The solution, it seems to me, is not to force the artist to alter his or her work, but instead to use the occasion of that work as an entry point for meaningful debate and discussion

ALAN BALL

As a gay man, I know how it feels to be called hateful names simply because of who I am. Therefore, I felt it was important to retain the title of Alicia Erian’s novel, in which she so effectively dramatizes the pain inflicted by such language, something many people of non-minority descent never have to face. I believe one of the unintended consequences of forbidding such words to be spoken is imbuing those words with more power than they should ever have, and helping create the illusion that the bigotry and racism expressed by such cruel epithets is less prevalent than it actually is, which we all know is sadly not the case.

WARNER INDEPENDENT PICTURES

One of the ideas conveyed in the film is that we all make assumptions about each other, without knowing, based on racial stereotypes. It was our goal in releasing “Towelhead” to help make this point.

Some of our past releases, like “Paradise Now, ” were extremely controversial and elicited demands that the film not be released; “Good Night, and Good Luck.” drew criticism from some as well. Warner Bros. supported the release of these films then, as they do now of “Towelhead,” as a medium to create dialogue and support the expression of ideas, as controversial or as unpopular as they may be. We apologize for any offense that is caused by this title but support Alan Ball and Alicia Erian in this effort.

Dr. William Blizek, Founding Editor, Journal of Religion and Film; Professor of Philosophy and Religion, University of Nebraska at Omaha
Dr. Amir Hussain, Associate Professor of Theological Studies, Loyola Marymount University, Los Angeles; Author of Oil and Water: Two Faiths, One God (2006)
Dr. John Lyden, Professor and Chair of Religion, Dana College; Chair of the Religion, Film, and Visual Culture Group of the American Academy of Religion; Author of Film as Religion: Myth, Morals, Rituals (2003)
Dr. Rubina Ramji, Film Editor, Journal of Religion and Film; Professor of Religious Studies (Islam and media), Cape Breton University
Rev. Danny Fisher, Doctoral Candidate, University of the West

The concept of cinema can be described as ‘the cultural transmission of symbolic forms’ which include actions, utterances, images and texts and are embedded in structured social contexts which involve relations of power. These forms are produced by subjects and are recognized as meaningful constructs. As a form of entertainment, it also plays ‘a leading role in shaping attitudes and ideas, including political ideas’. In-depth studies of Arabs and Muslims in Hollywood films over the past eighty years have found that out of the nine hundred films examined, only five percent of all the movies (approximately fifty movies) debunked the barbaric image of Islam.

There are very few films that show Islam in a positive light. Dr. Rubina Ramji, Film Editor for the Journal of Religion and Film, is one the scholars who has researched the images of Islam in Hollywood films. Dr. Ramji screened Towelhead at the 2008 Sundance Film Festival and found that this film is indeed one of those few that promote different faiths and the challenges faced by these groups in America, while offering a much more balanced representation. Using the derogatory term “towelhead” as the film’s title, in the context of this film, provides a different meaning to the term, one that encourages viewers to observe these challenges first-hand and to better understand how Muslim characters have been stereotypically displayed in previous films.

By bringing forth the racist attitudes which have arisen about Muslims living in America, Towelhead openly reveals projected fears about difference and offers a constructive, yet difficult, approach to bring forth understanding. We, the undersigned scholars, have spent years researching and understanding the impact that cinema has had and continues to have on various religious groups in American culture. We hope that the true intentions of the semi-autobiographical novel, written by Alicia Erian, who has encountered such racism as an Arab-American, will continue to be accurately reflected in the film Towelhead, by leaving the title as is – a thought-provoking and difficult term that needs to be deconstructed.

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Aug 27 2008

R.I.P. Independent Film

Published by dwhitney under Indie Movies

According to Peter Part, editor of Variety Magazine, independent film is finished, as gleamed from his blog post titled :Why Art House Movies are on the Endangered Species List. Go ahead and read the entire post below and let me know what you think.

I must have been preoccupied because I missed the ‘thud.’

The sound, that is, of the specialty film business landing in the basement.

I didn’t think things were that dire until I saw the numbers assembled by Variety’s box office guru, Pam McClintock. Box office totals to date for 2008 specialty films from the studio-owned art house divisions totaled $161 million to date, compared to $330 million last year and $418 million in 2006.

Little wonder that the acquisitions folks from these divisions heading for Toronto and other festivals show little desire to buy new movies for distribution. (Why are they going? You might ask.)

What these numbers say is simply this: In McClintock’s words, “The worst thing that ever happened to indie film was that the studios decided it was a good business.”

Her numbers include the studio units plus the Weinstein Co. They also include those New Line releases that do not fall into the bigger-budget category.

What’s responsible for these trends? The expectations of the studios for their art films were too high. Their production budgets were too lofty and their marketing budgets too ambitious.

But here’s a bigger question: The filmmakers out there aren’t coming through, either. There are more indie movies being made but, for some reason, they don’t reflect the passion and artistic clout of films of the ‘60s or ‘70s.

“The kids are all trying to be commercial and they’re falling on their faces,” says the chief of one of the specialty divisions who doesn’t want to be quoted.

That may be facile. But something is going wrong in the process and, in the end, it’s the filmgoer who will suffer.

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