Kiarostami @ The Lincoln Center: LFM Reviews Ten

By Joe Bendel. When your attention is divided, you say things you might not ordinarily—like say when driving in heavy traffic. That is more or less the premise underlying a deceptively simple film from Iranian auteur Abbas Kiarostami. Through ten conversations with various passengers, much is revealed about the state of the driver’s personal relationships as well as Iranian society in Kiarostami’s Ten (clip here), which screens as part of the Film Society of Lincoln Center’s retrospective series, A Close-Up of Abbas Kiarostami.

Kiarostami seems to have an affinity for interior car scenes. They factor in his two latest films, Certified Copy and Like Someone in Love, but for Ten they are the whole enchilada. The dashboard cam Kiarostami employs might suggest an Iranian Taxicab Confessions, but the driver is no cabbie (though at one point she gives a lift to a prostitute). She is a well educated working professional—a fact her bratty son is none too thrilled about.

During the course of several conversations with the entitled young Amin and her sister, we learn the driver divorced her first husband and remarried. Given the legal status of women, her only recourse was to allege either adultery or drug addiction. She did the latter and it evidently stuck, but her ex clearly uses it to stoke their son’s resentment.

The driver’s further conversations hint at boorish male behavior enabled by a rigidly patriarchal society. While she cautions one recently dumped friend against her apparently excessive co-dependency, she has sympathy for one more traditional woman spurned by the man she assumed she would wed. Arguably, these are the strongest sequences in the film, bringing socially and temperamentally different women together on common ground. Regardless, it seems safe to assume the driver and most of her passengers would not otherwise wear the headscarves they continually fan and fiddle with on a hot summer day, if they had a real choice in the matter.

From "Ten."

Ten implies much with great economy. While the audience does not know the driver’s full story, everyone should have a very good idea of where she is in life by the end of the film. Kiarostami is cautious but not unsympathetic in the manner he portrays a less than slavishly devout modern woman in contemporary Iran. It is not a Panahi film, but it has its moments.

Despite being heard rather than seen for a good portion of each segment, actress-director Mania Akbari is quite good at multi-tasking, staying in character and facilitating each conversation while navigating the chaotic streets of Tehran. She really makes you feel a mother’s frustration in her scenes with the petulant Amin, but also expresses heart-felt compassion for the jilted woman she twice drives to a local shrine.

The sheer volume of minimalist indie mumblecore released over the last decade somewhat lessens the effect of Ten’s stylistic austerity. However, Kiarostami’s film actually has something to say, albeit obliquely. Indeed, watching it develop is still rather fascinating. Recommended to those with an interest in either Iranian or feminist cinema, Ten screens tomorrow night (2/15) at the Walter Reade Theater, as part of A Close-Up of Abbas Kiarostami.

LFM GRADE: B

Posted on February 14th, 2013 at 12:35pm.

The Marshall and the 16th President: LFM Reviews Saving Lincoln

By Joe Bendel. Ward Hill Lamon was a Southerner who opposed slavery. He was a lawyer, who packed a mean banjo and a plenty of guns. Before the creation of the Secret Service, he was a handy man for Lincoln to have around. The odd couple friendship between the president and his self-appointed but Federally-empowered bodyguard is dramatized in Salvador Litvak’s Saving Lincoln, which opens this Friday in New York.

As he explains in medias res to some of Lincoln’s rather disappointed supporters, Lamon was not at the Ford Theater on that fateful night. He was serving as a special Reconstruction envoy down south. Via flashbacks, we watch their whole story unfold. Both men shared a love of song that brought them together as friends and law partners. During the dark days of the Civil War, Lamon often raises Lincoln’s spirits with a hill country folk tune, like “Old Dan Tucker.” He also finds that foiling assassination attempts is a full time endeavor.

While not as epic as the Oscar favorite turned underdog, Saving Lincoln largely ignores (or spares) the less than edifying rhetoric of the rival Democratic Party, but conveys all the virulent invective flowing from the press (which were essentially one and the same, even then). However, the real eye-opener of Saving Lincoln is the sheer volume and increasing audacity of the attempts made on Lincoln’s life. Indeed, there are enough assassination bids to build a film around, which is essentially what Litvak has done.

From "Saving Lincoln."

Stylistically, Saving Lincoln is also something else entirely. Shot entirely on a green-key soundstage, Litvak incorporated vintage era photographs into the CGI backdrop, creating the impression of Matthew Brady pictures come to life. Although not as artistically rendered, the nearest comparison might be Lech Majewski’s genre-defying The Mill & the Cross. While initially it looks a little weird (particularly in less stately settings, oddly enough), it is far less distracting over time than the high frame rate of Jackson’s Hobbit. In fact, the approach works quite well in big, momentous scenes, most notably including the Gettysburg Address.

Illinois’ own Tom Amandes is a bit short perhaps, but otherwise a good physical likeness as Lincoln. More importantly, he is quite good at tapping into the iconic president’s deep reservoirs of humility and humanity. This is a surprisingly touching performance. In contrast, Lea Coco’s work is rather mannered as Lamon. Yes, he is a Southerner and Coco is not about to let us forget it. Still, Penelope Ann Miller’s turn as Mary Todd Lincoln clearly suggests she is high strung, but in a nuanced rather than caricatured way.

From giving Sen. Ned Baker (Republican of Oregon) his due as a longtime Lincoln confidant and the only member of Congress to fall in battle as a uniformed officer, to exploring the role the 16th President’s Christian faith played in his life and opposition to slavery, Saving Lincoln is a worthy addition to the growing Lincoln film canon. It successfully evokes the look and feel of the Civil War era through its green screen effects and it is supported by a very fine lead performance from Amandes. Recommended for Presidents’ Day viewing, Saving Lincoln opens this Friday (2/15) in New York at the Quad Cinema.

LFM GRADE: B

Posted on February 12th, 2013 at 1:42pm.

DPRK vs. ROK in a Unified Germany: LFM Reviews The Berlin File

By Joe Bendel. Like any good socialist system, power in the DPRK is transferred along hereditary lines. Kim Jong-un has just succeeded his father Kim Jong-il. However, a power struggle for day-to-day control over the country’s lucrative arms dealings, their only source of hard currency, will engulf at least four intelligence agencies in Ryoo Seung-wan’s The Berlin File, which opens this Friday in New York.

Officially, Pyo Jong-seong is a national hero of the People’s Republic. He is so good at his covert duties, he remains a “ghost” to western intelligence databases. Assigned to close an arms sale to an Islamist terrorist group brokered by the Russians, Pyo is quite put out when the Mossad crashes the party. Jung Jin-soo is also rather out of sorts, as well. The South Korean operative was hoping to bust the Northern Koreans, but the third party intervention blew his operation. One of the few remaining Cold Warriors in an office full of appeasers, Jung’s position becomes rather precarious politically. Of course, Pyo is in a tighter spot.

Technically, Pyo is above reproach, but his wife Ryun Jung-hee is not. As he learns from the Ambassador, Ryun has fallen under suspicion in Pyongyang. Dong Myung-soo, a well-connected special agent, has been dispatched to investigate her as the Israelis’ presumed informant. Pyo has some rather difficult history with Dong, so he cannot expect any favors from the Communist operative. Meanwhile, the South Korean Jung is out to get Pyo to avenge his comrades. A pariah in his own agency, Jung only trusts the council of his CIA contact, Marty, perhaps the film’s only genuinely likable character.

A pleasant surprise from Ryoo and the Korean film industry, Berlin File is one of the best espionage films since Tinker Tailor, in which the true villains are North Koreans and Islamic terrorists. America does not factor greatly in the story, aside from the sympathetic figure of Marty. While the South Korean intelligence service does not cover itself in glory, all their dubious actions are done with the intent of making nice with the North. In short, writer-director Ryoo basically nails the geo-political realities. He can also stage a wicked fight scene. Just watching Pyo’s concluding throw-down will make your back wail in pain.

There are indeed some impressive action sequences, but Ryoo is even more effective tapping into bone-deep themes of betrayal and loyalty. He really puts Pyo and Ryun through the wringer and doesn’t do Jung any favors either. As a result, Berlin should be tragic enough to be a monster hit in Korea and sophisticated enough to appeal to American fans of international intrigue.

Ha Jung-woo (who blew the doors off dark thrillers like Nameless Gangster, The Chaser, and Yellow Sea) is all kinds of bad as Pyo, convincingly portraying his conflicted loyalties and mounting disillusionment. Although international superstar Gianna Jun is almost entirely de-glamorized as Ryun, she is still quite a presence, surprisingly affecting in several key scenes. Berlin also boasts a great supporting ensemble, particularly including Lee Kyoung-young, who plays the Ambassador with a moral ambiguity that really keeps viewers off-balance, and John Keogh, appealingly cynical as the friendly neighborhood CIA agent (benefiting from the generous helpings of English dialogue, nicely punched-up by American screenwriter Ted Geoghegan).

Shot almost entirely on location in Berlin and Riga, Berlin File captures the chilly, paranoid vibe of old school Cold War thrillers. Ryoo manages to add the amped-up mayhem of his Korean action pictures (like Troublemaker, for instance), while maintaining the best of both worlds. Highly recommended for fans of action, espionage, and Ms. Jun, The Berlin File opens this Friday (2/15) in New York at the AMC Empire.

LFM GRADE: A

Posted on February 11th, 2013 at 3:22pm.

Kiarostami @ The Lincoln Center: LFM Reviews Five Dedicated to Ozu

By Joe Bendel. Yasujiro Ozu had a deft touch when it came to directing children. It would therefore make perfect sense that the auteur’s work has deep resonance for Iranian filmmakers. Yet, it was the Japanese master’s so-called “pillow shots,” brief but peaceful still life transition images, that inspired Abbas Kiarostami’s tribute Five Dedicated to Ozu, which screens as part of the Film Society of Lincoln Center’s latest retrospective, A Close-Up of Abba Kiarostami.

Also known as Five Long Takes Dedicated to Yasujiro Ozu (or simply Five), Kiarostami’s homage deliberately eschews narrative and characterization in favor of pure composition. Having premiered as a museum installation, it is best considered as part of that experimental genre. Nonetheless, for admirers of Kiarostami and his protégé Jafar Panahi, it carries additional significance as the film the former shot while they were co-writing Panahi’s politically charged Crimson Gold.

Those five long takes show the Caspian Sea, almost entirely from a fixed vantage point. In the first scene, we watch the tide drag a piece of driftwood back and forth, for a lulling effect. The following boardwalk scene also features repetitive motion as indistinct pedestrians walk through the camera’s field of vision. However, viewers might wonder at various times if perhaps Panahi has just made his reported cameo. While one would think there is nothing conceivably objectionable in Five, the many uncovered female heads in this scene would most likely be problematic in Kiarostami’s native Iran. Of course, the pace and meditative vibe of Five provides plenty of time for the audience to wonder about such matters.

Considering the third take features dogs—unclean animals according to the ruling mullahs—Five probably has two strikes going against it. Presenting the frolicking canines as tiny figures on the horizon, it might be Kiarostami’s most interestingly framed shot, closely resembling an ECM album cover.

For kids who love ducks, Five might just be worth having for the fourth take of duckies waddling across the beach. Without question they are the most entertaining part of the film. For the concluding fifth take, it is frogs that are heard but not seen, as the moon rises and glimmers over the dark sea.

When most Ozu fans watch Five, their thoughts will probably wander to what those great films really mean to them. As pleasant as they might be, his work is not beloved for the pillow shots Kiarostami has so greatly expanded here. It is the exquisite dignity of Chishu Ryu’s many father figures, Keiko Kishi’s endearing sexuality in Early Spring, and most of all the legendary work of Setsuko Hara. To see her in the “Noriko” films is to fall head-over-heels madly in love with her. It is precisely that humanity that is missing from Five.

Regardless, Kiarostami most likely accomplishes what he set out to do with Five, so here it is. At least it presents an opportunity for viewers to reflect on their respect and affection for the films of Ozu and Panahi, which is something. Recommended primarily for patrons of the non-narrative avant-garde, Five Dedicated to Ozu screens this Thursday (2/14) at the Walter Reade Theater, as does his recent masterwork, the highly recommended Certified Copy starring the incomparable Juliette Binoche, as part of the Close-Up on Abbas Kiarostami career retrospective.

LFM GRADE: C

Posted on February 11th, 2013 at 3:19pm.

LFM Reviews The House @ KCS Film Night in New York

By Joe Bendel. Yuppies don’t get it. Old homes have character. That is because there are spirits intimately connected to each domicile. Much to her surprise, one formerly affluent young woman starts to see the endangered spirits of her run-down new neighborhood in Ban Joo-young’s animated feature The House (trailer here), which screens this Tuesday as part of the Korean Cultural Service’s regular free movie night in New York.

After her hedge-fund was wiped out, Ga-young is forced to move into a school friend’s studio apartment and accept work as a tutor. Not naturally inclined towards graciousness, she is a bit of a pill to live with. Indeed, she is exactly the sort of shallow materialist who could stand to learn a lesson from supernatural beings. An inadvertent encounter with an enchanted cat’s collar will do just that. Suddenly, she can see the Shmoo-like spirits living amongst the studio units of her dilapidated building.

All is not well with the spirits. One of their brethren is profoundly ailing, showing all signs he will soon share the fate of the recently deceased human occupant of his unit. However, the dubious urban renewal project slated for the neighborhood poses an existential threat to all the spirits. Making promises they do not understand, the spirits enlist Ga-young’s help petitioning the earth elemental now residing in that pesky stray for help. Unfortunately, like most felines, the cat is not helpful by nature.

To judge from The House and the previous KCS animated selection, Padak, Korean animation seems to be on a collective mission to prepare children for all of life’s subsequent disappointments. Both films end on rather heavy notes, even for unrepentant American capitalists. Still, House also warns children to be skeptical of politicians and their promises, which is always a worthy lesson.

From "The House."

Somewhat resembling her character in real life, actress and voice-over artist Kim Kkobbi nicely expresses Ga-young’s wide range of emotions and awakening conscience. Ban’s figures are not extraordinarily expressive, but House’s mixed-medium backdrops are often quite striking. While not especially original looking, the spirits are nonthreatening and likably doughy.

For adults, House has a flashback sequence that is unexpectedly moving. Although there is absolutely no objectionable material, for kids raised on Pixar and Disney it might be a real downer, so parents should use their discretion. Easily recommended for animation fans, especially given the price of tickets—free, that is—The House screens this Tuesday (2/12) in New York at the Tribeca Cinemas, courtesy of the Korean Cultural Service in New York.

LFM GRADE: B-

Posted on February 11th, 2013 at 3:18pm.

LFM Reviews The Last Elvis @ 2013 The San Francisco Independent Film Festival

By Joe Bendel. Carlos Gutiérrez’s career is a lot like Nic Cage’s, but not quite as embarrassing. Elvis Presley casts a long shadow over both. In fact, Gutiérrez insists people call him Elvis. The Argentine tribute performer’s lifelong passion veers into dark obsessive territory in Armando Bo’s The Last Elvis (trailer here), which screens during the 2013 San Francisco Independent Film Festival.

By day, Gutiérrez works on a factory assembly line. Nights and weekends, he performs as an Elvis impersonator. He is actually pretty good at it—arguably, too good. Gutiérrez’s self-identification with Presley has severely strained his relationships with the ex-wife he insists on calling Priscilla and their young daughter Lisa. Frankly, Gutiérrez is poor father material. However, when Alejandro Olemburg (a.k.a. Priscilla) is critically injured in a car accident, Gutiérrez suddenly finds himself caring for Lisa. After some initial awkwardness, Gutiérrez finally starts to bond with his daughter, but he continues preparing for his mysterious tour.

From "The Last Elvis."

In some ways absolutely maddening, Last Elvis is nonetheless a startlingly compelling film, in no small measure due the real life Elvis tribute artist John McInerney’s dramatic and musical performances. He has the voice, rocking heartfelt showstoppers like “You Were Always on My Mind” and “Unchained Melody.” McInerney also wrings every possible ounce of pathos out of the tragically “gifted” Gutiérrez, despite actions that should profoundly challenge audience sympathy on paper. His father-daughter chemistry with Margarita Lopez’s Lisa Marie is quite affecting, as well.

Last Elvis is about as stark and murky as music-driven films ever get. Bo co-wrote Alejandro González Iñárritu’s Biutiful and it is not hard to see a kinship between the films. Yet Last Elvis’s commanding use of Presley/McInerney’s music hits home even harder, especially for anyone who has been close to a struggling musician or tried to make a go of it themselves.

The Last Elvis screened at last year’s Sundance and LA film fests, but largely flew under the radar. That is a shame, because it really packs a punch. Audiences will be completely unprepared for the power of McInerney’s work, especially given his late Elvis look. Good for SF Indie Fest for selecting it. Recommended rather strongly for Elvis fans and patrons of Latin American cinema, The Last Elvis screens Sunday (2/10) and Tuesday (2/12) at the Roxie Theatre and Thursday (2/14) and the Shattuck Cinemas.

LFM GRADE: B+

Posted on February 9th, 2012 at 10:32am.