Sunday, 8 December 2019

Film | The Hunger, 1983


The Hunger | 1983

Some stories have an unexpected  impact on you… The Hunger (1983) was precisely this kind of film. 

I was not expecting much of the movie at all. I wanted to watch it because it was a vampire movie I had never seen, and because it featured David Bowie. That was all. 

 The plot was very original… I generally prefer classic vampire stories, in which vampires have fangs and are wounded by sunlight, but I really, really enjoyed this one, even though it was anything but traditional. Miriam (Catherine Deneuve) is the vampire. She turned her husband, John (David Bowie) over 100 years ago, and they have been together ever since. The movie begins with the two of them feeding on the “young and beautiful of New York City”, at the sound of "Bella Lugosi is dead", in a wonderful sequence that ended with a beautiful shower scene between the two main characters. They don`t have fangs, none that we are able to see, at least. Instead they use a piece of jewellery shaped like an Egyptian ankh to pierce the victim's necks and drain them of their blood. Blood flows from the wounds, mixed with water, down the drains… It is a beautiful opening scene. 

In spite of the originality of the plot - and the disregard for common vampire elements such as the deadly power of the sun -  The Hunger preserves the feeling of a vampire story, and the emotional content of one... In particular the weightiness of forever, and the promise of everlasting love. 


"Forever and ever"


It doesn't take long, however, for it to become clear that John is aging, and aging fast. He is losing his hair… There are wrinkles around his eyes… And as it turns out, he is expecting this to happen… There have been others. It`s Miriam's gift, and her curse, that she can give others the gift of immortality, but it never lasts… After a hundred years or so, they start to age and decay… 

When that happens she looks for another companion… There have been so many up until John… She hopes and wishes that this time it will be different, that she will never have to loose him… but wishing for a thing does not make it so. And with John fading fast she is going to need a new companion… That’s where Sarah (Susan Sarandon) comes in.

The cinematography is beautiful and it is filled with scenes that rely on silhouettes against closed curtains, which I think really works for the movie. The way the characters interact, the way the camera captures them, in front of each other or moving around one another… It is beautifully done…

The music is fantastic. John is a cellist (yes, David Bowie's character is a cellist… It's like they made the movie with me in mind :P), and the movie features the first suite for cello solo (how could it not?) and the Flower duet from Lakmé (the perfect soundtrack for Miriam and Sara) 



The Hunger is a story about loneliness and isolation… It really spoke to me, and it transported me in an afternoon in which my mind needed to be taken elsewhere… I loved the aesthetics, and the story, and I didn`t even mind the ending… I will definitely watch to this one again… 




The beautiful shower scene, right at the beginning...

I love the way the movie plays with light and color and silhouettes



Bowie at the cello... And to think I was practicing this morning...



This movie has a beautiful relationship with music... Like in this scene in which Miriam is at the piano, playing the flower duet... Sarah also has a wonderful moment, figuring our her place in the room, throwing one leg over the arm of the chair, listening the music that Miriam plays...


Sarah spilled some cherry on her white t-shirt... I love the way the camera captures the movements of these characters around one another, the way Mirian moves, almost as if she was courting Sarah in a dance floor.




The Hunger, 1983 | Directed by Tony Scott | Written by Ivan Davis and Michael Thomas | Based on The Hunger, by Whitley Strieber | Catherine Deneuve, David Bowie, Susan Sarandon

Friday, 6 December 2019

Film | The Bachelor and the Bobby Soxer

I have recently watched to The Bachelor and the Bobby Soxer... There is a lot I could say about this movie (like how fun it was to see Cary Grant wearing an actual suit of armor...), but there was one line so perfect is stayed in my mind days after I watched the movie. It happened during a dance:

"You feel nice in my arms" 

Sunday, 1 December 2019

Film | A Rainy Day in New York

There is something about watching to the right movie at the right time… 

It is the perfect time for me to watch to A rainy day in New York. I was having a perfect day… After weeks of stress and consternation, I finally had a well deserved break. Well,…
not a break exactly. I was still expected at the hospital, I still had a meeting to attend to, but still… There were no deadlines weighting on me, and the meeting was over quickly. There was enough time for me to make my way to one of my favourite movie theatres, listening to “Mystery of Love”. I actually wanted to watch to Parasite, since it had been so highly recommended. But I had been warned it was a downer and it felt right to watch to something lighter after that. I didn’t really know what kind of a movie A rainy day in New York was, but I had a feeling it would be just the kind of movie I needed… That turned out to be spot on… 
 

The movie follows a young college guy named Gatsby (I know, not very subtle) and his girlfriend on a weekend trip to New York City. Gatsby grew up in the city, but after being kicked out of some posh Ivy league school he was enrolled in Yardley (a liberal arts college upstate), and that’s where he met Ashleigh, budding journalist and former miss Arizona. From the start they seem to come from different worlds, but Gatsby is madly in love with the girl and is looking forward to showing her the city. The girl has landed an interview with a big-shot movie director in New York, and that’s why they are going, although Gatsby is really looking forward to showing her all his favourite spots when the work part of the weekend is done. He is not even telling his mother he will be in town, just so he won’t have to stop by one of her boring, uptight parties. He has many romantic ideas of what they are going to do together, but New York, as it turns out, has its own plans for the two youngsters, and every single one of his plans gets flipped upside down. 

The Met is one of the places I wanna visit the most when i am in New York...


I have watched to quite a few of Woody Allen movies by now… I still remember the first one I ever watched, Midnight in Paris, in the movie theatre, years and years ago… I know that he has a special relationship with the settings of his movies, he really captures some sort of essence of the cities in which it happens… This time, however, it was so different… I mean… Midnight in Paris had many scenic visions of the city of lights… Vicky, Cristina, Barcelona dived in the architecture of Gaudi and the sounds of Spanish Guitar… But the New York City I saw in this movie was not… obvious… by any means… There were no shots of the statue of liberty or the top of the Empire state building… Instead, I was shown the city from the interior of the apartments of New Yorkers… the walks through small, nonchalant streets,… the rain, the everlasting rain on the windows of yellow cabs and hotel rooms… 



The director Ashleigh was supposed to interview takes an interest in the girl. And then there’s the writer… And then an actor… One thing leads to another and she goes on an adventure of her own, completely separate from her nerdy boyfriend. Which of course frees Gatsby to adventures of his own… And as he runs into several of his former colleagues, all of which are enrolled in New York schools, he realizes that he has no business being anywhere else. This is where he belongs. 



It was a delicious movie to watch, particularly now… And it was a movie so clearly made by people who love cinema… The references to classic movies were everywhere… They really spoke to me… Not to mention how nice it is to spend a couple of hours with a character who thinks in the same frequency as oneself… Someone who thinks of being at the top of the Empire state building… When it’s raining… In black and white… 

And of course there was the rain, everywhere… I so love those grey skies… 

How perfect my day was...


Thursday, 24 October 2019

Film | Dernier Amour, 2019

Dernier Amour, 2019
Giacomo Girolamo Casanova is a remarcable character. Recognized by his contemporaries as a man of far-ranging intellect and curiosity, he was a writer and adventure who associated with kings and popes. Voltaire, Goethe, Mozart, all were counted among his acquaintances. He was a devout catholic who believed as much in prayer as he did in free will and reason. He was, by vocation and avocation, a lawyer, clergyman, military officer, violinist, con man, pimp, gourmand, dancer, businessman, diplomat, spy, politician, medic, mathematician, social philosopher, cabalist, playwright, and writer. He wrote over twenty works, including plays and essays, and many letters. He had a passion for theatre His novel Icosameron is an early work of science fiction. It sounds like a man I would have liked to call a friend. Prince Charles de Ligne deemed Casanova one of the most interesting man he had ever met. Sensitive, generous, vindictive when displeased, full of wit and philosophy. A well of knowledge. There’s always something new, piquant, profound with him.
 “There is nothing in the world of which he is not capable.”

My first thought when I read that was... A man after my own heart.
He is most often remembered however, as a womanizer. His name is synonymous with “promiscuous and unscrupulous lover”. Casanova, Last Love, however, paints a kinder, much more interesting – and, I dare say, closer to the truth – portrayal of the man.

Early in the movie he is sitting across the table from a young woman, a pupil of his. She asks her teacher about his reputation as a man of many, many lovers. And Casanova, who is, at this point, an old man, utters a reply that makes you understand exactly why he is a man that could enchant so many women: "it’s not as bad as they say. Each was the first and the last woman for me. I was a friend to them all, except for one." The film is the story of that one. 


  The story happens 30 years before he was ever at that house with his pupil, in London. He is a foreigner, shocked by the British ways, and there he meets La Charpillon. Four times they cross paths and four times she crosses his eyes. She teases him, and he fall for her, the only way anyone ever falls for another person in any way that matters: fast and hard. And it does not matter that she is not exactly a respectable woman. It does not even matter that she plays with him, telling him to pretend to be her fiancé for 15 days before he could earn the privilege of consummating their affair. He plays along. She gives and takes away, gets closer and distant again and it’s never clear whether she loves him, or whether it’s all just a game.

They are not entirely strangers at first. La Charpillon shows him a red ribbon on her shoe and asks him if he remembers it. He has seen it before, she insists and when he doesn’t remember, she reminds him of a day in Paris, many years before when he gave a red ribbon to an 11-year-old girl. "Were you that little girl?", he asks, he couldn’t possibly remember it. That day, that kindness meant everything to her. “It made me believe that everything was possible,” she said. “I had nothing, then,” he whispered. “But you gave everything to me.”

The movie is an enticing as the two characters find each other. And for all the games they play, for all the heartbreak and desire and disappointment, Casanova is never low, never a lesser man. It’s wonderful to watch. And the historical setting, the 18th century atmosphere, the clothes, the music, the dancing, it makes the whole experience that much better for me. I like the main character so much that I am considering going to watch En guerre at the theatre this weekend, solely so I can watch to Vincent Lindon once more. This good review at cineuropa points out that the movie establishes a dialogue with Aristotle’s Nicomanchean Ethics (the book older Casanova and narrator of the story is teaching to his student). Never having read the book I couldn’t have picked up on that. But I have added it to the list of books I plan on getting at the University book fair in a few weeks… I want to do the best I can to mend the holes and imperfections in my classic education. But I can’t help mourning not having such a good professor to discuss the book with… Or to hear such intriguing tales of times gone by. 



I went into the theatre after 10 PM (and the room was blissfully empty), with a desire to forget myself and my present for a couple of hours, and that’s exactly what I got then. It’s what I got now when I revisited my memories of the story to write this piece. I look forward to the time I get to watching again. 

Dernier Amour, 2019 /  Benoit Jacquot / Vincent Lindon, Stacy Martin, Valeria Golino / France

Film | The Suicide Tourist, 2019

The suicide tourist, 2019
I wanted to watch to the suicide tourist because it stared Nicolaj-Costau Waldau. Jamie Lannister was my favourite character in game of thrones, and I haven’t been able to watch to the show again since that disappointing finale earlier this year (to say nothing of Jamie’s disappointing ending). I had never seen the actor playing a different role, so I thought it might be cool. I was not disappointed. 

Coster-Waldau is Max, an insurance detective who is diagnosed with a rapidly progressive Brain cancer. He is given a few months to live, a depressively robotic app that helps him keep track of his cortical functions and a deep existential crisis that leads him to contemplate suicide as a way out. Eventually he decides to seek the services of the Aurora hotel, a place he came in contact with when he was investigating the disappearance of one of his clients. The Aurora is a secluded facility that provides a very exclusive service: it helps people realize their suicide fantasies…

I have to admit I don’t usually enjoy movies about death and dying, but this one takes such a different approach! It’s not one of those movies that tries too hard to mimic the most horrifying aspects of life and death, rather, it embraces its metaphors and dives deep into a fictional story that is almost absurd at times. Kind of like the best of soft sci fi stories… It feels a lot like “The Lobster” in that regard. 

The Aurora offers a range of options for customers to meet their end: bullets, drugs, poison, you name it… There are also a wide variety of options for ways to dispose of the body afterwards. Circle of life seems to be a popular one, in which the remains are used to feed a plant of one’s choosing. There are stand in actresses to act as loved ones or enacted fantasies, and although they can – in theory – play anything, they act most often as mothers or prostitutes. It’s disheartening how unimaginative an entire gender can be, one of them says. 

Max's look reminded me a bit of Theo's mustache in Her...


Not all of the people in the Aurora are already dying, as is hinted by Ari’s presence, a young man who seems to have borderline personality disorder. The only requirement for admittance to the hotel seems to be that the client wishes to commit suicide. The reason why they want to kill themselves doesn’t matter much. And of course, there’s a catch. The Aurora is a bit like the Hotel California: “you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.” 

The one thing I didn’t quite like about the movie is that it felt… unfinished… It was a difficult script to finish to begin with, and I suppose some might interpret the ending as deliberately open ended, as to leave a lot to the imagination… There is nothing wrong with open-ended endings, of course, but there’s a way to do it right… Inception is an excellent example. The ending leaves a lot for the imagination, and can keep you talking after the movie for a long, long time, but it does not feel unfinished. Not at all… I don’t think this one managed that. 

Suicide tourism, as it turns out, is an actual thing, that is, the practice of having people travel to places where they can legally end their lives. It’s a bit of a problem in Switzerland, and there has been at least one documentary about it. Be that as it may, I like this better, this fictional approach to the topic. 



The whole weirdness of the movie makes for a compelling story, Max is a wonderful character, and none of it takes anything from the discussions that might be sparked by the story. Not to mention I really appreciate the opportunity to listen to other European languages, and I loved the way the movie keeps switching back and forth between Danish and English. All things considered, it’s a fine way to finish the first weekend of cinema fun. 

Selvmordsturisten, 2019   | Directed by Jonas Alexander Arnby / Written by Rasmus Birch / Nikolaj Coster-Waudal, Kate Ashfield, Tuva Novotny / Denmark 

Wednesday, 23 October 2019

Film | Mr jones, 2019


Mr Jones, 2019
There is so much to learn about the Second World War that I sometimes think I will live an entire lifetime and die and it won’t be enough time to learn about everything that happened to the world during those few years in the middle of the XXth century. I felt that way when I first read the tales in Svetlana Alexievich’s The Unwomanly Face of War. And again when I read We were young and at war. And again and again and again with so many other books and movies and photographs and TV shows that I can hardly even keep count of anymore. Well, this weekend I had a chance to learn yet something else about the War when I watched Mr. Jones. 

Mr. Jones is a 2019 film selected to compete at he 69th Berlin International Film Festival. It’s a British/Polish/Russian production, and it was one of the films in an exhibition at the Sao Paulo International Film Festival this year. It’s based on the real story of Gareth Jones, a young Welsh journalist who gained some notoriety in the 1930s when he managed to interview Adolph Hitler in an airplane.

When the movie begins, Gareth is making a case to the cabinet of Lloyd George that they should be doing some investigation into the Soviet Union. For all their claims of prosperity, Gareth argues, he does not understand where the USSR money comes from. The whole world is going through a recession and the Soviets are on a spending spree? It doesn’t add up! Unfortunately however, the Russians are allies and no one is too inclined to investigate them and risk losing their support in the near future. No one, that is, except for Gareth. 

Mr Jones uses his connections in the government to arrange a trip to Moscow even though he is not backed by Lloyd George at all (actually, the minister doesn’t even know about his plans). The young journalist has personal ties to Russia. His mother taught English there for a bit, and he studied Russian language at uni. He still remembers the stories his mum told him about that country. As soon as he gets there however, he realizes things are not what they seem… He expected to rent a room in a small hotel by the train station but the Soviet government placed him in the most  luxurious (and intensely surveyed) hotel in Moscow. Furthermore, alth
ough his Visa had been approved for a whole week, he discovers he can only stay at the hotel Metropol for a couple of days and he is not cleared to stay anywhere else in the country, which means he is expected to leave after a mere couple of days. His friend Paul – also a journalist - is missing and the community of international journalists in the city is surrounded in a veil of mystery. 



It does not take long for Gareth to take charge of the situation and arrange a trip to the countryside to see how people live under the Soviet regime with his own eyes. This is how he becomes an eye witness to the Holodomor. 

The Holodomor which translates as “death by starvation” (морити голодом, holod means hunger and mor means plague) was a man-made famine in Soviet Ukraine in 1932 and 1933. It’s also known as the Great Famine or the Ukranian Genocide.

In the early 1930s, there were policies in place all over the Soviet Union that demanded peasants to transfer land and livestock to state-owned farms on which they would work as laborers only. Those farms had to send a percentage of their production to Moscow to increase the Soviet’s grain exportation rates. For the 1932 harvest, Soviet authorities could only procure 4.3 million tons as oppose to the 7.2 million tons of 1931, and as a result, town rations were cut back drastically. 

Peasants had no choice but to starve if they were to fulfil their requisitioning quotas, and the penalty for food theft was death. In time, urban workers were also affected by the famine.  Major cities like Kiev, Odessa, Dnipropetrovsk, Vinnytsia, Donestsk and Kharkiv Oblast were affected. There were reports of mass malnutrition and deatj, mass “difficulties”with food as well as epidemics of typhus and malaria.

There is no way to know with certainty how many people died as a consequence of the famine. The estimates vary from 7.5 to 10 million people. There was evidence of widespread cannibalism:
“Survival was a moral as well as a physical struggle. A woman doctor wrote to a friend in June 1933 that she had not yet become a cannibal, but was "not sure that I shall not be one by the time my letter reaches you." The good people died first. Those who refused to steal or to prostitute themselves died. Those who gave food to others died. Those who refused to eat corpses died. Those who refused to kill their fellow man died. Parents who resisted cannibalism died before their children did.”
There were even posters printed by the Soviet regime at the time that addressed this issue. One of those stated: “To eat your own children is a barbarian act.”.



"People who eat one other because of the famine are not cannibals. Cannibals are those who don't want to redistribute the church's gold to the starving."

More than 2500 people were convicted of cannibalism during that time. Euthanasia followed by butchery, murder and black-market trade in human  flesh was not unheard of.  Quantities of nondescript meat appeared in markets in Russian towns and cities, some of it undoubtedly human. An aid worker wrote of the situation in late 1921:

“Families were killing and devouring fathers, grandfathers and children. Ghastly rumours about sausages prepared with human corpses (the technical expression was ‘ground to sausages’) though officially contradicted, were common. In the market, among rough huckstresses swearing at each other, one heard threats to make sausages of a person.”

Most historians believe that this famine was man-made. There were natural conditions that contributed to it (most noticeably a draught), but there is evidence to suggest that the famine was a way of Stalin to eliminate the Ukranian Independence movement. Rejection of outside aid, confiscation of household foodstuffs and restriction of population movement seem to indicate intent, which is why some regard Holodomor as a genocide. 

But at the time, most of the world knew nothing about it. The image the Soviet Union projected was one of strength and prosperity, a credit to the socialist regime. And this is the situation Gareth Jones encounters when he arrives in Moscow. Journalists from the most important news outlets in the world living a life of luxury and scrutiny under the eyes of Stalin, relaying misinformation to every corner of the globe. Walter Duranty was Moscow Bureau chief of the New York Times for fourteen years after the Russian Revolution, and he was awarded a Pulitzer for a series of reports on the Soviet Union in 1931 and 1932. Not once in those reports did he mention the famine, and in fact, in 1932 he denied a famine exhisted at all in what the New York times itself stated constituted “some of the worst reporting to appear in this newspaper”. He published reports stating "there is no famine or actual starvation nor is there likely to be" and "any report of a famine in Russia is today an exaggeration or malignant propaganda". His Pulitzer was never revoked. 

Mr Jones does a really good job of putting this story out in the open. The movie is a little slow at first, but once Gareth gets in the train to Ukraine, everything he sees is so inconceivable it can barely be described in words. He peels a fruit and the people around him grab the skin off the floor to have something to eat. A man trades a heavy winter coat for a piece of bread. There are corpses everywhere. At some point he eats tree bark because there is absolutely nothing else.



The movie stands largely on the weigth of the story it’s trying to tell. The script is not one of very memorable lines or anything like that. But the story is so horrifying (and interesting), that one forgets about that for a while.

Another thing the movie does is to insert George Orwell in the story. There is a theory that Orwell named his character “Mr Jones” in Animal Farm after Gareth Jones, who may have been a crucial influence in his work. Whether or not mr Orwell (or Blair, actually) ever met Gareth Jones, his insertion in the movie lends it one of it’s most brilliant moments, when even after he learns that there is a famine and the extent of how bad things are he still clings on to hope and asks: “what about free schools? And free hospitals?”, as if the famine was a small hiccup, a fixable mistake on the way of this new regime that was still adjusting it’s gears. The scene is wonderful… It shows how poisonous an idea can communism really be, that even when confronted with its failure, people still hang on to it, desperate for it to succeed – much like the farm animals in George Orwell’s novel.

This festival has started slow, but Mr Jones was definitely the best movie I watched to on the first Saturday… I can’t wait to see what else is coming.

Mr Jones, 2019 | Directed by Agnieszka Holland | Written by Andrea Chalupa | Jaames Norton, Vanessa Kirby, Peter Sarsgaard | Poland, Ukraine, UK