tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55198274194048521632024-02-19T13:32:22.500-08:00Science of PhantomsFritzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18395935555104608284noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519827419404852163.post-25133863398117172072017-01-10T10:58:00.003-08:002017-01-10T10:58:48.552-08:00Not Quite Recent Thoughts: Wandering Women<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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The first movie reviewed here, Agnes Varda’s </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Vagabond</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, arrived because I’ve neglected to alter the queue, or I’ve forgotten about some late night, wine-fueled re-prioritization. In any and all cases, I congratulate myself for expediting the arrival of Varda’s </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Vagabond</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, because it has a more than a thematic resonance with Arnold’s </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">American Honey</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. The subject matter of the wandering teenager is only as unique as the methodological approach of these filmmakers. Arnold, like Varda, found inspiration in a newspaper expose, traveled away from home to produce the work, and intuited that non-actors best served the story’s purposes. Both films uneasily occupy a space of relative social homogeneity so as to assure the viewers that they know what they are seeing. They (I mean “we”) don’t necessarily </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">identify </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">with the protagonists - it’s hard to argue that Varda’s or Arnold’s heroines would be the target demographic for the movie. Recall those befuddled reactions to the artsy montages of </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Spring Breakers</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, a film which is surely in the cultural milieu of </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Honey</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. I don’t want to lob accusations of snobbery. The entire point is the assumption of the common ground and shared world. We assume responsibility for living in the same world as our impoverished heroines. Varda’s studio promoted the sensational </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sans toit ni loi</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> (the French title) with billboards asking its customers directly: </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Est-que vous la prendriez dans votre voiture? Elle est mignonne, elle pue, et elle ne vous dira pas merci</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You could say that every character in </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">American Honey</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> participates in self-fashioning at the expense of more antiquated modes of self-making. The band of young magazine salespersons that Star (Sasha Lane) joins in a sporadic flight from her impoverished “home” have a stage on which to describe themselves. This stage is a packed old church van or one of many overstuffed, gender-divided motel rooms across Middle America. It isn’t the most traditional stage. Yet, Arnold seems endlessly fascinated with the confidence these people have in their own personas. It’s a strange kind of narcissism that their pop playlist allows. In a crucial scene, Star reflects that no one has ever asked her what she wants from life. She approaches the question </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">wistfully</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, like it is a refrain to a song someone else might be singing. And by the end of a long film that revels in being a long film, Star won’t have an answer to dictate.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For my part, it is clear that the length does more than simply lend </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">American Honey</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> some artistic credibility. Nick Pinkerton is right in </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Reverse Shot </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">when he calls out the hypocrisy of some critics when assessing the uses of runtimes. I am comfortably within that zone of hypocrisy, if only because I’m weary of the artistic credibility given to sadistic dramas like </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Spring Breakers</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, which, as I’ve noted, is in the cultural mix here. It’s not that I genuinely thought time with these characters got more pleasant the longer I spent with them. As the film goes on, Arnold piles on uncomfortable scene after uncomfortable scene. But the length does prevent any neat coming-of-age conclusion, or worse, its nihilistic reversal in severe punishment. Moreover, in the days of binge watching, it feels confusing to act like 2 ½ hours is a task, even though it is. I hope it suffices to at least nod at this befuddling contradiction. </span></span></div>
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Fritzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18395935555104608284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519827419404852163.post-26462007386496827152016-06-28T10:30:00.003-07:002016-06-28T11:08:11.791-07:00Hit Me With Your Best Shot: To Catch a Thief (1955) Good afternoon to Nathaniel and everyone at The Film Experience. Welcome to this minimally-decorated, low-concept film blog that a longtime lurker and lover of film blogs has just begun. If you were wondering, my name is Will. Thanks for stopping by.<br />
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I've chosen what must be the longest take in <i>To Catch a Thief </i>for my best shot.<br />
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There's the first frame of it. It's a setup for Frances Stevens (Grace Kelly) to explain how she has figured out that Cary Grant's character is the famous jewel thief John Robie and not the American tourist he has claimed to be. She will do this while serving up a picnic. To the accompaniment of a lovely projection of the Cannes shoreline, Grace Kelly and Cary Grant banter while eating. Grant seems to be a lot hungrier that Kelly. He's really going at that chicken!<br />
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Hitchcock soberly stages a rather dull piece of exposition with a rather simple portrait of his character's lavish lifestyles - a picnic in the hills of the Rivera. The blocking and the acting, however, emphasize the slightest amount of discomfort. Kelly, in the driver's seat, towers over Grant as the latter scurries about his seat at the bottom of the car. For all its simplicity, the arrangement is a joy to watch; the film, having fun with the tools it has been given, is expressing its character relationships and fulfilling the quota for its glamour shots. Finally, <i>To Catch a Thief</i> comes out at a time Hitchcock's career where Freudian sexuality over-determines just about every inch of the frame, We know exactly what they are chewing when they are chewing those pieces of dark meat.<br />
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There also seemed to be some mixed signals in the direction that result in hilarious moments where Grant, denied first place in the salt shaker line, seems genuinely upset. That's him, holding up his chicken thigh while Kelly ignores him.<br />
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Something about the way that big piece of chicken flesh is at the very front of the frame is infinitely amusing to me. Kelly, a more discreet diner (and lover!), does chomp down a few times. I'll close this post with a still of her ruminating.<br />
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And that, dear readers, is <i>To Catch a Thief. See you next week!</i>Fritzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18395935555104608284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519827419404852163.post-20874141523839458182016-06-24T16:08:00.000-07:002016-08-18T13:50:53.800-07:00Can't Help Falling in Love with 2<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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Fritzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18395935555104608284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519827419404852163.post-71159954600869894502016-03-14T15:02:00.001-07:002016-03-14T15:02:36.125-07:00MUBI Capsules, Forecast<span style="font-family: inherit;">Starting a blog is a difficult task that demands the writer make up his own rhythm. I haven't found that yet, so I'm going to dole out some very very brief assessments of films I've seen recently. The great thing about Mubi is the completely unjustifiable character limit. The bad thing is that it results in some very disingenuous, clipped sentences (below, I write: "Good acting"). For that reason and many others, I don't want to use this blog as a clipboard for my Mubi profile (I'm easy to find, guys!). Superego is rap rap rapping at the door, though, and demanding content. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Also, in celebration of the re-release of Kelly Reichardt's <i>River of Grass</i>, I've re-watched all of her movies. Expect a long piece that tries to cover that ground. Slowly. Moving from right-to-left. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Finally, I'm seducing my boyfriend through a casual Charlotte Rampling retrospective. It's working<i>.</i> Two posts below, you can find a longer-form take on <i>45 Years</i>, which I think holds up against many of her best movies. Hell, it might even be her best. </span></div>
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Which is quite the time to start! I wouldn't imagine disclosing my age, but I'm sure you wouldn't imagine me quite as old as Kate and Geoff Mercer (played by Charlotte Rampling and Tom Courtenay), the couple who are at the center of most of the frames in Andrew Haigh's third feature. I would say that they merit more frames if the film didn't epitomize a stick landing. <i>45 Years </i>is a thesis on the the absolutely aleatory nature of emotions. The course it charts toward its final, inevitable setpiece is offset by a series of looping, spastic, psychic attachments refusing to conform to this simple trajectory. And when they all find themselves in this one place called "the end," without coming together, the sense of confusion it leaves you with is, at the least, profound. </div>
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Kate, with Geoff on the sidelines, is planning the timidly grand celebration of their 45th year of marriage, which is to take place on the Saturday of the week that the film begins. On Monday, Geoff receives a letter, written in German, and exclaims, "they found her." "Her" is who he introduces to us as "my Katja," a former lover lost to an accident in 1962, while the two were hiking across the Alps. It is not a metaphor that she has been preserved in a pool of ice and is now visible, thanks in part to Global Warming. We soon find out that the couple has never really talked about the depth of his former relationship, except maybe to note in passing that Kate and Katja are all-too-close to pure homophony.</div>
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Haigh's attachment to this project most likely stems from his devotion to quiet, talking, simulations of real conversations in real time. But where the (amazing) <i>Weekend </i>stages a dialogue between one unrooted gay man and the threat of his homosexuality, we're presented here with two very distinct characters whose intimacy takes the shape of repeated activities, variations on a over-determined schedule. There's a bit of Ackerman peeking through the exposed brick of their Norfolk home. There's also a tasteful helping Hitchcock and horror, which arrives especially after Kate finds out about her husband's new devotion to the memorabilia in their attic. As I wrote above, the surfacing of these emotions, even in terms of genre, is rigorously aleatory. </div>
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There's a promise that we're to plumb into the depths of these characters, with or without their knowing. Such signs of disrespect are spared to the viewers of <i>45 Years</i>. And one comes out wondering why films with similar subjects would take the threat of mortality to be the obvious thread of life for a couple this age. Geoff's heart bypass surgery is mentioned, and his senility is, in a rare case of devotion to the material at hand, put on full display, but these issues linger as existential questions only insomuch as they are ways of living together. Our trajectory, then, is seeing this life together through a history that could not ever summarize or epitomize it. The history is a moment of reflection that, even in the conclusion, each person clearly knows is only coming to the forefront through the most indefinite of circumstances, yet it feels like it must happen. </div>
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Still even with this factor of heavy-handed material, you may expect some riled up, psychically dense visual symbolism (looking at you, Paolo Sorrentino). But this film is, alongside a psychoanalysis of Geoff, a take on life played through surfaces. We see the cracks in their dishware and the lines on their faces. We engage in their memories as they display themselves in daily life, and this is where a structure that usually risks devolving into overt pedantry absolutely works. The narrative is focalized around Kate, who is dealing with her feminized labor of planning the party, her husbands sudden withdrawal into his past, and - well, there's enough packed into Rampling's performance for a lifetime of discussions about this character. It does not go without saying that she practically directs the film, knowing how to construct her character through a series of small gestures and trusting that they will all pay off. I know she is the biggest draw of the film - be assured that she does not disappoint. Blanchett's work in <i>Carol</i> was even better on second viewing, but Rampling still has my vote for best performance of the year. This is my first blog post. It does not go without saying that a good performance, an <i>auteur</i>ish performance, can make or break a film for me. What could have been "wife sits back while husband works through some of his stupid nostalgia for his more virile times" becomes something that foregrounds the respect this film has for Rampling's character, and the ways she surprises herself in the course of a week.<br />
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It also does not go without saying that the film is beautifully photographed. There wasn't a single edit that upset me. If I've displayed it as a rich psychological portrait, don't think that's at the expense of lauding its formal dexterity. This is why I'm happy to start my blog with this ridiculous grade. And I really don't believe in grade inflation. </div>
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