Showing posts with label Goodbye Uncle Tom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Goodbye Uncle Tom. Show all posts
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Refn Gives Good Cinematic Fuck
Nicholas Winding Refn's Drive is a synthesis of gold. Its influences are things of beauty. Heat. Goodbye,Uncle Tom (the stunning song 'Oh My Love'). Le Samourai. Thief. Walter Hill's The Driver. Takeshi's Hanna-Bi. Lynch's Lost Highway. Blue Velvet, too.
There's a love story there about a caring man who wants to do right for someone who deserves it, someone who's revealed no hidden, shabby agenda. His motives don't seem selfish. They seem pure. Ryan Gosling plays him with a quietly incandescent serenity. Carey Mulligan, harboring a beautiful spirit, plays the girl. She exudes a tone that many men seek, but few can avoid adjusting.
The use of light and shade will recall Bullitt and Heat for cinephiles. For those less exposed to cinema's treasures, it will feel fresh. For mine, the influences are like velvety collisions in the dark. The styles mesh and form a truly hypnotic whole. As in a Takeshi Kitano film, the brutal emerges organically from the beautiful and serenity is briefly interrupted by violence before it dominates again. Refn's style IS the film's protagonist.
The plot is as simple as it needs to be for the tenor the film wants to achieve. There are no contrived detours. The threads knit comfortably together, forging a taut structure.
Albert Brooks plays a bad guy who was probably once good. He lost his focus. Took a path of least resistance. Ron Perlman, looking stunningly grotesque, plays a badder guy who never struggled with good. He exudes the exact opposite of Mulligan. He is metal distortion driven so far into your ears your eyes bleed.
Few directors resist the urge to shoot car chases as jigsaws of chaos. Refn does. One car chase, not particularly lengthy, rears up at us like an angry animal and feels like two panthers in pursuit of one another. It is staged in glorious wide shots, and we never lose track of what's where and what's being done to whom. The use of sound in this sequence is the smartest since Cobra. It blew me away.
It's a film you feel and surrender to. The elements -- music, cinematography, lighting, silence -- marry and masturbate our senses. We're being fucked beautifully. Rising and falling. Nothing else exists. As it should be.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Art To Tears
It's not easy predicting when we'll cry. Circumstances play a role. Sometimes, sad news brings just solemn silence, brooding, and we cry later when the initial shock has settled. At other times, an event, a face, a word can take us right there. The tears come fast and freely, and the emotions flow with them. It hurts to cry, but there's pleasure in the process, too, a pure reckoning of our deepest, most indispensable feelings
I have movies on my shelf that make me cry every time. When I sit others down to re-experience these movies through them, my anticipation of the emotions to come can be overwhelming. It feels so good, though, to feel so much at such a concentrated level. It's amazing what art can do! This is easily the most enjoyable type of crying because, although we reference our own experiences as we process any form of art, we stand at a comfortable distance from it; it's arguably not first-hand experience, though the act of watching and listening is just as unimpeded as life beyond the screen.
It's inevitable that we will not always respond the same way to that which moves us today. Time and raw experience see to that. Our emotional memories are processed, synthesized, and packed into the filing cabinets of our brains, and the files themselves are shuffled, re-arranged, deleted, and discarded. Nothing remains the same.
Until tomorrow comes, these are the movies that currently move me to tears.
If there is one consistent element to them all (apart from their exceptional natures), it is the heart-rending or life-affiriming music.
For me, MUSIC is the third dimension, the cinematic enzyme that enables us to absorb and feel the emotions of another living creature, be it man, woman, child, tree, plant, bird, or Mother Earth herself.
Je-gyu Kang's Brotherhood of War (Taegukgi) tops my list at the moment of films that annihilate my emotions with a great story, characters whose feelings we feel, and a dramatic situation that is inherently powerful. In this, two brothers are conscripted into South Korea's conflict with the North. The oldest brother takes on suicide missions to guarantee his younger brother's safety, but a terrible reality awaits him. Powerful hardly describes this incredible movie. It's devastating.
The score by Dong-jun Lee, available on CD, is the best orchestral score I've heard in years.
I'm shaking just writing about it.
Goodbye Uncle Tom (Goodbye Uncle Tom), surely the masterpiece of masterpieces for directors Gualtiero Jacopetti and Franco Prosperi, must be experienced at least once in your lifetime.
The opening ten minutes is a surreal and breathlessly beautiful sequence in which a helicopter carrying Italian journalists appears over a Southern cotton field in the mid-1800's. The film's immortal love song, 'All My Love', voiced with perfection by Katyna Ranieri, and composed by Rizo Ortolani, sends this segment of the film to heights most films could only dream of reaching.
The motif is repeated throughout what is a challenging, original, and brave piece of cinematic art.
The Elementary School (Obecna Skola) is Jan Sverak's most moving and perfect film.
As I have written out it at length on these blogs, I won't repeat myself here.
For mine, Running Out of Time is Johnny To's greatest suspense thriller. I don't consider his A Hero Never Dies a suspense thriller, so no disrespect is intended. On the contrary, it is as equally moving and included on this list also.
A terrible sadness runs through this movie, a sadness embodied in the mission of Andy Lau, a dying man.
The score, by Raymond Wong, is unlike anything I've heard before, shrewdly incorporating orchestral, Scottish, and electronic elements.
One of the most effective generators of emotion here is a tenderly handled love story. Although it's a subplot, it's extremely potent, and manages to lift all the other elements.
The chemistry between Lau and regular To stalwart Ching Wan Lau is electric.
See this. Feel this.
Set during WWII in rural France, this is a powerful drama exploring the impact of war on children.
An orphaned girl is unofficially fostered by a peasant family, and learns to live with the darkness around her. With a young boy her own age, she retreats into a ritualized world that allows her some semblance of control. Until reality tears her world apart once more.
This Academy Award-winner (for Best Foreign Film) is brutally emotional with support from a simple, devastating score.
Not as well known as Ghibli's My Neighbor Totoro or Naussica In the Valley of the Wind, Whisper of the Heart's focus is on a friendship between a boy and girl who bond when they discover that they're checking out the same books at the library. Together, they enter a strange yet familiar world.
Although there are a couple of fantasy interludes, this is the studio's most realistic production, and might well have made an excellent live action film.
Directed by Yorifumi Condo, and with original music by Yuji Nomi, not Joe Hisaishi, the studio's regular composer.
The film features a stupendously moving version of John Denver's 'Country Road'.
Hachi-ko is based on a true story about a dog who waited (at a train station) for his master years after the man had died.
Unnecessarily remade in the US with Richard Gere in the master role, Haich-ko is a diamond quality Japanese movie that conveys a simple, sentimental story in an admirably restrained style. It's ultra-subtle and mercifully free of explanation and artifice. Somewhat tragic by design, its emotions are released slowly, and its impact is strong.
My Father's Glory, based on the childhood memoirs of Marcel Pagnol, and with music by Vladimir Cosma, is a boy's celebration of his father's (perceived) superhuman abilities, and acknowledgment of the same man's flawed humanity.
An early schoolroom scene in which Marcel's father, played by Phillipe Caubere, exudes pride in the fact that his young son can read, is very beautiful, and captures a human warmth that is rarely so effortlessly conveyed.
The companion film, My Mother's Castle, is equally moving and unforgettable.
Johnny's To's heroic bloodshed masterpiece! There is something so pure and raw about this movie. It's both a visual and an emotional feast. It wears its heart on its sleeve. It paints its own world from the ground up. It goes to places unexpected for this genre.
Again, Raymond Wong supplies the score, and what a fine piece of work it is, easily one of the greatest film scores ever written.
Tragic, surreal, emotionally brittle, barbaric in its violence.
Almost too much for a cinephile to take... but I'll take it any day...straight up!
Nicholas Winding Refn's Drive
I'm looking very forward to seeing Nicholas Winding Refn's first American picture, Drive, with Ryan Gosling.
My enthusiasm has swollen even further after watching the trailer, and noticing a key musical piece from Riz Ortolani's score for Goodbye Uncle Tom -- the 'Oh My Love' instrumental -- in the trailer. That's an inspired decision, and bodes well for the sensibility behind the film's marketing.
The distributor is Film District, and good on 'em for going with an unconventional trailer that doesn't look or feel like the usual generic garbage that most studio trailers have become.
Refn previously made the stunning Pusher Trilogy, Bronson, Fear X, and Bleeder.
This poster art is less than compelling, and I hope it's not going to be used widely. Graphically, it's too cluttered and indefinite. It might please revheads, but it doesn't leave the viewer with an impression of anything. On top of that, it will not shrink down successfully. It will simply become nondescript.
Please lose this poster, Film District, because I want Drive to succeed.
The excellent trailer is here:
| http://www.imdb.com/video/imdb/vi2772212761/ |
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