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GALA and SPECIAL SCREENING ticket holders for films at GRAUMAN’S MAIN THEATRE: If you reserved a ticket online or in person at the box office for these films: CARNAGE, RAMPART, MY WEEKEND WITH MARILYN and the Secret Screening on Sunday night, note that the line for entry forms on the second floor of Hollywood and Highland by the Build-a-Bear Workshop, Suite 200 (across from the FEST BOX OFFICE).

GALA and SPECIAL SCREENING ticket holders for films at GRAUMAN’S MAIN THEATRE: If you reserved a ticket online or in person at the box office for these films: CARNAGE, RAMPART, MY WEEKEND WITH MARILYN and the Secret Screening on Sunday night, note that the line for entry forms on the second floor of Hollywood and Highland by the Build-a-Bear Workshop, Suite 200 (across from the FEST BOX OFFICE).

AFI FEST NOW: Weekend Edition

Carnage

AFI FEST presented by Audi starts its weekend screenings today — enjoy your time off with a schedule packed with FREE movies from around the world.

Filmmaker Pedro Almodóvar is a modern master whose vision has influenced artists everywhere, and we are proud to have him as our Guest Artistic Director this year. He has handpicked five classic movies (be sure to read his own fascinating synopses in our program guide), two of which we’ll begin screening today (EYES WITHOUT A FACE, LE CERCLE ROUGE).


ON THE RED CARPET

Roman Polanski directs a dream cast of Jodie Foster, Kate Winslet, Christoph Waltz and John C. Reilly in CARNAGE, a razor-sharp, acidly funny comedy centered on parental differences that erupt after a playground incident.

At Chinese 1 (6801 Hollywood Boulevard):

5:00 p.m. Press check-in
6:00 p.m. Red Carpet arrivals
7:00 p.m. Program begins

PINAIn PINA, Wim Wenders captures the world of choreographer Pina Bausch and her dance company in spectacular 3D with thrilling performances of many of her most famous works.

At Chinese 1 (6801 Hollywood Boulevard):

6:30 p.m. Press check-in
7:15 p.m. Red Carpet arrivals
7:45 p.m. Program begins

RAMPARTWoody Harrelson gives a ferocious performance in RAMPART as a dirty cop who is embroiled in the Los Angeles Police Department’s infamous Rampart corruption scandal.

At Grauman’s Chinese Theatre (6925 Hollywood Boulevard):

8:30 p.m. Press check-in
9:15 p.m. Red Carpet arrivals
10:00 p.m. Program begins

Expected special appearances: CARNAGE: Christoph Waltz, John C. Reilly, Yasmina Reza, Saïd Ben Saïd, Michael Barker and Tom Bernard; PINA: Wim Wenders; RAMPART: Woody Harrelson, Robin Wright, Ben Foster, Brie Larson, Ned Beatty, Oren Moverman and James Ellroy. Also attending: Alison Bagnall (DISH & THE SPOON), Alrick Brown (KINYARWANDA), Jean-Baptiste Léonetti (CARRÉ BLANC), Andrew Dosunmu (RESTLESS CITY), Brett Eichenberger (LIGHT OF MINE), Cristián Jiménez (BONSÁI), Rainer Kölmel (MAMA AFRICA), Tristan Patterson (DRAGONSLAYER), Alex Ross Perry and Carlen Altman (THE COLOR WHEEL), GREEN (Sophia Takal) and Alexander Zeldovich (TARGET).


FREE TICKETS

AFI FEST presented by Audi is offering free tickets again this year. While many screenings are already at capacity, you can get last-minute tickets the day before each screening at AFI.com/AFIFEST or the day of each screening at the AT&T Box Office (Hollywood & Highland Center, Suite 219). Additionally, rush lines will begin forming one hour before each screening, and remaining tickets will be distributed on a first-come, first-served basis.

A limited number of festival passes are still available for purchase — click here to learn more.

LAST-MINUTE TICKETS THE LADY

Tickets for the following event and films tomorrow — Sunday, November 6 — will be available online today beginning at 10:00 a.m. PT:

ALMAYER’S FOLLY, A SEPARATION, BUTTER, CAFÉ DE FLORE, THE DISH & THE SPOON, EXPECTING , FAUST, FOOTNOTE, THE FORGIVENESS OF BLOOD, HANAAN, HEADHUNTERS, INTO THE ABYSS, THE INVADER, KILL LIST, MELANCHOLIA, MICHAEL, MY WEEK WITH MARILYN, ONCE UPON A TIME IN ANATOLIA, “Secret Screening”, SILVER BULLETS, Sony 3D Bootcamp and WUSS

Fully-Grown WUSS

Wuss

WUSS
Egyptian-Spielberg, 11/6/2001, 4:15 PM
Chinese 3, 11/7/2011,  4:15 PM

By Kim Luperi

“I know this can be a scary place…there are people that can help.”

The line from Clay Liford’s WUSS quite timely aligns with newscasts, social media sites and the like on the hot topic of bullying. 

So this is a drama, right? Wrong. WUSS diverges from what’s expected in the fact that a teacher utters this advice comically. Oh, and it is also directed to a fellow teacher. 

From the moment permanent sub Mitch Parker (Nate Rubin), a dead ringer for an older, still awkward Michael Cera, is bullied by Vice Principle Crowder (Tony Hale) while trying to impress a high school crush at his 10-year reunion (by showing her his classroom—in the same building they attended school, no less), the stage is set for an endless barrage of abuse, verbally and physically, by Mitch’s coworkers, friends, sister and students, including gangster wannabe Re-Up (Ryan Anderson).

The only person who seems to recognize that Mitch needs help is bright outcast student Maddie (Alicia Anthony), who takes Mitch under her wing in a reverse role of power. She instantly solves one of his problems, but, just as quickly, her presence in his life creates another issue by the fact that she is his student.

The world of WUSS is one in which most all the adults are at the mercy of their students. Comically, the teachers are well aware of this; Mitch and his male coworkers constantly discuss the increasingly insidious nature of students at the school, both in funny and serious terms, through observations of the tantalizing sexuality of the teenage girls and the escalating defiant nature of modern day kids. Their ineptitude with dealing with the student’s disobedience is obvious when it comes out that everyone, including the faculty, knows that Re-Up and his cohorts are responsible for Mitch’s black eye, and no action is taken. Clearly, though the scene may look familiar, teens have acquired more power since Mitch and his buddies roamed the halls just 10 years before. Or is it that adults have become more imprudent? 

Writer-director Liford creates a dangerously twisted tale from very hot, and extremely touchy, subjects in his exploration of harassment and teacher-student relationships. Though one is naturally hesitant to laugh in the face of such stories today, particularly bullying, the characters and scenarios they are placed in makes it hard not to release a few chuckles. At the same time, however, one must acknowledge that the adults’ nonchalant and defeated attitude towards the students’ actions fuel the vicious fire, and even Mitch, in trying to seek revenge near the film’s conclusion, does not confront or take responsibility for his role in the cycle of violence, as an adult obviously should. 

Though the setting and characters of WUSS are frighteningly realistic, the fact that the teacher is the one being harassed by most everyone in his life—and with no real reason why—partially grants it levity despite having such a serious subject. One would be hard-pressed to like the film if the tables were turned and the roles played out in the expected way.

Kim Luperi can be reached at kim.luperi@gmail.com.

A Calmly Observed Masterpiece

Once Upon a Time in Anatolia

ONCE UPON A TIME IN ANATOLIA
Egyptian-Rigler, 11/6/2011,  1:30 PM
Chinese 1, 11/10/2011, 3:45 PM 

By Maria Trakovsky

ONCE UPON A TIME IN ANATOLIA, a new film by Turkish director Nuri Bilge Ceylan, is a moody, meditative and sensitively shot masterpiece that takes place in the Anatolian grasslands. It is both a calmly observed, slowly unfolding mystery about a nighttime police investigation and a contemplative study of various moral, ethical, philosophical and more routine questions that we deal with in our lives.

The film defies genres and speaks lyrically about subjects that many people avoid: illness, death, regret, memory, guilt, contrition, sacrifice and sorrow. There is also humor and hope in this work. Although the title suggests a fairytale, there are no clear heroes, villains, or an onscreen love story (unless you count a policeman’s cellphone ringtone—the melody from LOVE STORY). Instead, what Ceylan establishes is minimal: a group of police officials, including a medical doctor (Muhammet Uzuner) and a busy urbane prosecutor (Taner Birsel), take two suspects on a trip, traveling in a procession of cars on dark, desolate roads. With this eerie nightscape, lit only by the harsh lights of the vehicles and some sudden lightning from a passing storm, he quickly creates a strange, saturnine atmosphere. 

This film is an invitation to join a police team on an outing that turns out to be a very long night’s journey into day. Many scenes are full of an uneasy foreboding and an almost supernatural quality. Some are not for the faint of heart. At first, we barely notice the main prisoner as he is introduced, sitting in the back seat of a police car. But when given time to study him, we see an exhausted, sunken face full of profound suffering and a resigned martyrdom. He looks as if he has just stepped off an El Greco painting. We sympathize with him immediately, and are surprised at ourselves for doing so. He is so extremely tired that he constantly dozes off. The policemen guarding him don’t look much better. There is a weariness to them, and circles under their eyes. Most men in this tale are spent and burnt out by life, but take this as an almost normal state of affairs. 

While Ceylan uses his signature spare style for much of the film, there are a few unexpected zooms that jolt the viewer and magnify the overall unnerving tone. As the night stretches on, the police grow increasingly tired and agitated. The situation escalates. As tempers flare, only the highest-ranking member of the group, the Prosecutor Nusret (who is haunted by his own private sorrow), keeps order in the night. The ultimate frailty of these men is brought into constant relief against the endless expanse of fields and hills, with whispering trees, grasses and streams.

This director is able to make things look both real and ethereal at once, and to illuminate several lives for us in the process. His characters struggle with universal concerns: family, career, love and loss. But they also deal, as we all do, with life’s little chores: the need to pick up a prescription for a relative, for instance. Ceylan easily blends the mundane with the sublime.

As dawn nears, the team decides to take a break at a nearby village. When their host offers them a chance to refuel with some lamb, hot tea and conversation, he brings up another classic problem that cuts across countless cultures and eras: the village youth are emigrating, leaving the countryside for cities, he complains.

There are very few women in this film, but when they do appear, they do so to great effect, as in this village sequence. A young woman offers some tea to the tired travelers in a scene so full of beauty and magic that it could easily be in a fairytale. Is it real? Hope flickers as does unsteady light from an oil lamp. A short dream sequence adds mystery to this segment and intensifies its phantasmagoric force.

Ceylan supplies his film with generous doses of humor. He manages to overlay the film’s funniest moments onto some of its most chilling mise-en-scène, with hilarious social commentary on police and their procedures. We may also laugh at the contrasts between what is seen onscreen and what the Prosecutor “objectively” describes in his fancy dictation for an official police report. In this way, the director teases us about the “official-ness” of all bureaucracy.

As it winds down, ONCE UPON A TIME IN ANATOLIA moves into inhabited spaces: streets, buildings, rooms, corridors and offices. Everything is demystified by daylight, but empathy and hope continue to coexist with violence. A cook feeds a hungry boy breakfast. The doctor’s final actions may also be seen as an act of kindness and pity. In the end, Ceylan gives us the freedom of interpretation, rather than a moral lesson.

Maria Trakovsky is an artist and educator living in Los Angeles. She holds a Master’s degree in Cinema Studies from NYU and can be reached at mt1433@nyu.edu.

Imposing Culture Across Generations

A Separation

A SEPARATION
Chinese 6, 11/6/2011, 6:15 PM

Forgiveness of Blood

THE FORGIVENESS OF BLOOD
Chinese 3, 11/6/2011, 7:00 PM
Egyptian-Spielberg, 11/8/2011, 10:00 PM

By Kenneth Morefield

It is fitting that ten years after September 11, 2001, a pair of films depicting life in foreign countries can remind us how similar are the problems, longings and fears of people from different cultures, how fear is not the same thing as evil, and how righteousness is not the same as justice. There are no winners and losers in THE FORGIVENESS OF BLOOD or A SEPARATION, only survivors who are marginally more or less damaged by the choices they have to make.

Asghar Farhadi’s A SEPARATION is a riveting domestic drama that works equally well as character study or social critique. An ensemble cast without a weak link helps illustrate an infuriating—at times almost despair inducing—culture where a caretaker has to call a religious hotline to confirm whether or not it is a sin to change the pants of an elderly Alzhiemer’s patient who has wet himself, and where a woman who applies for a job without her husband’s permission can face legal sanctions.

Viewers maybe be used to scathing, implicit critiques from contemporary Iranian films but what separates A SEPARATION from films like OFFSIDE, WHEN BUDDHA COLLAPSED FROM SHAME, or MY TEHRAN FOR SALE is the way that it manages to have empathy for men and women, rich and poor alike, showing how good people caught in a web of harsh circumstances can eventually succumb to accumulated pressures created by just trying to survive.  Evil lies less in the human heart than in the structures that compel people to harden themselves lest their best instincts be exploited.

The heart of the movie may be in a scene where the daughter attempts to understand how her parents, her father especially, must wrestle with shades of gray in a culture that only sees sin and white (and punishes accordingly). As the ripples of the internal separation continue, nearly every character is forced to draw and test the lines where personal integrity meet unfair, at times horrific, circumstances.

Joshua Marston’s THE FORGIVENESS OF BLOOD may be more muted in its criticism of culture, at least tonally, than is A SEPARATION, but it shares with Farhadi’s film the intergenerational cast of characters that allows it to explore how cultural traditions get imposed on—and eventually passed to—the young. 

Set in Albania, the film introduces viewers to a world that is in many ways a hodgepodge of the modern and the ancient. Dad still delivers bread to local consumers via horse-drawn cart, but the kids play video games on console systems and send video messages to one another via the newest cellular phones. At first it appears as though the old ways and the new coexist fairly well, but when the patriarch of the family resolves a feud, Kanun (a set of oral laws dating back centuries) takes precedence over civil or political laws and influences the day-to-day life of the community members.

The theme of parental violence enmeshing and entrapping the young will draw inevitable comparisons to last year’s indie darling, WINTER’S BONE, but emotionally THE FORGIVENESS OF BLOOD more resembles Marston’s feature film debut, MARIA FULL OF GRACE. It shares with that film a more detached, documentary-like curiosity in the logistics of the system being portrayed. How are intermediaries selected? Under what conditions are temporary amnesties (“besas”) offered and revoked? What happens when traditional gender roles are reversed? (Rudina comes home from a long day of “work” to chastise Nik for making a mess in the family home. Nik, by default, must try to nurture his younger brother who is caught at home with him.)

Kenneth R. Morefield is an Associate Professor of English at Campbell University in Buies Creek, NC. He is the editor of and a contributor to Faith and Spirituality in Masters of World Cinema, Volumes I and II (2008, 2011, Cambridge Scholars Publishing). He is also the editor and founder of 1More Film Blog.

AFI FEST NOW: TGIF Edition

The Lady

AFI FEST presented by Audi begins its full roster of daily screenings today and many of the films are screening more than once, giving you more opportunities to see the films you love.

We’re all about character today; many of our films emphasize unique, eccentric or inspiring individuals. Whether real-life personages (THE LADY, MAMA AFRICA, THIS IS NOT A FILM) or compelling dramatic constructs (MISS BALA, RESTLESS CITY, FAUST and more), these films explore the complex inner and outer worlds of human behavior.


ON THE RED CARPET

Directed by Luc Besson, THE LADY tells the epic story of the peaceful quest of the woman at the core of Burma’s democracy movement, Aung San Suu Kyi (Michelle Yeoh) and her husband, Michael Aris (David Thewlis). It’s a story of devotion and human understanding set against a backdrop of political turmoil that continues today.

At Grauman’s Chinese Theatre (6925 Hollywood Boulevard):

5:00 p.m. Press check-in
6:00 p.m. Red Carpet arrivals
7:00 p.m. Program begins

MISS BALAMISS BALA tells the story of Laura, a young woman whose aspirations of becoming a beauty queen turn against her, delivering her into the hands of a gang that’s terrorizing northern Mexico.

At Egyptian Theatre (6712 Hollywood Boulevard):

7:15 p.m. Press check-in
8:00 p.m. Red Carpet arrivals
8:30 p.m. Program begins

Expected appearances: THE LADY: Michelle Yeoh, David Thewlis, Luc Besson and Virginie Besson-Silla; MISS BALA: Stephanie Sigman, Gerado Naranjo and Pablo Cruz. Also attending: Panos Cosmatos (BEYOND THE BLACK RAINBOW), Andrew Dosunmu (RESTLESS CITY), Cristián Jiménez (BONSÁI), Mika Kaurismäki (MAMA AFRICA), Ruslan Pak (HANAAN), Sophia Takal (GREEN) and Johannes Zeiler (FAUST).


FREE TICKETS

AFI FEST Presented by Audi is offering free tickets again this year. While many screenings are already at capacity, you can get last-minute tickets the day before each screening at AFI.com/AFIFEST or the day of each screening at the AT&T Box Office (Hollywood & Highland Center, Suite 219). Additionally, rush lines will begin forming one hour before each screening, and remaining tickets will be distributed on a first-come, first-served basis.

A limited number of festival passes are still available for purchase — click here to learn more.


LAST-MINUTE TICKETS RESTLESS CITY

Tickets for the following event and films tomorrow — Saturday, November 5 — will be available online today beginning at 10:00 a.m. PT:

ARIRANG, BONSÁI, BUTTER, CARNAGE, CARRÉ BLANC, THE COLOR WHEEL, THE DISH & THE SPOON, DRAGONSLAYER, EYES WITHOUT A FACE, GREEN, THE INVADER, KILL LIST, KINYARWANDA, LE CERCLE ROUGE, LIGHT OF MINE, MAMA AFRICA, PINA, RAMPART, RESTLESS CITY, SHORTS TWO, SNOWTOWN, TARGET, THREE AND A HALF and TWO VISIONS OF THE WEST

A Grand Guignol Fairy Tale

Eyes Without a Face

EYES WITHOUT A FACE
Egyptian-Rigler, 11/5/2011, 1:30 PM 

By Dennis Cozzalio

A night flight through a darkened wood opens Georges Franju’s EYES WITHOUT A FACE (1960) with a heightened pulse—a woman races down a deserted highway eyeing her rearview mirror, fearful of the intent of cars approaching from behind but also keeping an eye on the passenger in the back seat. Soon the passenger, hidden in a too-big trench coat and hat, slumps forward, and the movie begins its steep descent into the interior of a twisted morality well worthy of being cloaked in a dark forest of secrets.

A French-Italian coproduction released in Europe in 1960 (the same year PSYCHO was released) but not seen in the U.S. until two years later, EYES WITHOUT A FACE plays like a Grand Guignol fairy tale with imagery that, unlike the unforgiving slashes and sharp angles of Hitchcock’s landmark, seeps into the viewer’s subconscious with poetic assurance and smears the boundaries of our sympathies at the same time.

In an isolated mansion somewhere in that darkened wood a surgeon (Pierre Brasseur) familiar with past glories has instigated an escalating series of skin graft experiments in a desperate attempt to restore the face of his young daughter (Edith Scob), horribly disfigured in a car accident. The surgeon kidnaps young Parisian girls to use as unwilling epidermal donors with the help of his devoted assistant (Alida Valli), a former patient whose own successful facial reconstruction has blinded her to her savior’s madness.

Given the elusive, seductive strangeness of the movie’s surrealist mise-en-scène, 21st century viewers might be surprised at the film’s notorious centerpiece, a shockingly clinical surgical scene in which Franju’s camera barely glances away from the horrific procedure being performed, and then only to scan the landscape of moral conflict glistening like cold sweat across the faces of the doctor and his helper.

But perhaps even more unsettling and ultimately frightening is the degree to which Franju allows us access not only to sympathy for the victims, but also for the daughter, whose dawning realization of what her father is doing might be as devastating as her own disfigurement, and even for the surgeon and his assistant, their genial manner and misguided, sincere love for the girl incapable of coexisting with their heinous deeds.

The movie is a masterpiece of raised goose flesh. Even during the film’s most ostensibly placid moments, Franju burrows under our skin with image and sound— over unadorned tracking shots of the girl moving aimlessly through the empty halls of the house a faint, insistent, inexplicable barking can be heard, soon revealed as coming from the basement of the house, where the doctor’s very first victims are still penned.

If EYES WITHOUT A FACE ends on a note of release best suited for a fairy tale it is a grim tale indeed, tainted by blood, destroyed loyalties and the prospect of a bleak future of isolation, as if a masked, faceless sleeping beauty had escaped the evil queen and made her way into the woods to find only suffocating darkness where magic should reside.

Dennis Cozzalio writes film criticism and other film-and-life-related essays for his blog Sergio Leone and the Infield Fly Rule.

KILL LIST Defies Categorization

Kill List

KILL LIST
Chinese 6, 11/5/2011, 11:59 PM
Egyptian-Spielberg, 11/6/2011, 8:00 PM 

By Karina Wilson

KILL LIST is Brit Ben Wheatley’s follow-up to DOWN TERRACE, his 2009 lo-fi crime comedy.  Wheatley continues to riff on the ordinary criminal classes, in this case two ex-army grunts, Jay (Neil Maskell) and Gal (Michael Smiley), who’ve carved out a second career as twitchy hitmen.  Their typical MO involves a list (the kill list) of targets, to be stalked, killed and disposed of with DEXTER-esque efficiency.

Act One establishes Jay and Gal as rooted in suburban mundanity (the film was shot in Sheffield).  Jay argues with his hot Swedish blonde wife, Shel (MyAnna Buring), about the cost of the jacuzzi she just had installed.  Conflict builds over dinner with Gal, and his girlfriend, Fiona (Emma Fryer).  They’ve not “worked” in eight months and everyone’s feeling the pinch.  Jay and Gal think that one last kill list will solve their problems.   They tell Fiona, who’s new in Gal’s life, that they’re in “commercial sales”, none of that “knocking on doors with flannels and teatowels.”  One last weekend on the road, then they’re out of the game for good.

So far, Mike Leigh meets neo-noir.  But things take a turn for the weird when Jay and Gal meet with The Client, a white-haired wealthy guy who demands a blood compact and knows an awful lot about what went down on their last, botched job in Kiev.  Although they try to laugh it off, there’s something definitely skewed about this latest assignment.  It starts innocuously enough, in a beige hotel, with Jay confronting guitar-playing God-botherers in a restaurant and frightening them into silence.  They’ve stopped laughing altogether by the time it becomes apparent that their first target is a priest, who appears to be expecting them, and even thanks them for a bullet in the head.  Next stop, a pornographer-librarian who also seems grateful, and the rising sensation that everything is out of control.

Up until the midpoint, Jay can still rationalize what he’s doing; all the menace and the head-popping, and the tossing of incriminating body parts into fire.  “It doesn’t feel wrong when it’s bad people,” he says.  Then, suddenly, everything feels completely wrong as Jay finds himself trapped in a WICKER MAN nightmare of flaming torches and straw masks and the spiraling bloodshed is far beyond his control, or the scope of any list.

KILL LIST has been criticized for incoherence, lack of structure, logic failure and meaningless violence.  It’s certainly not a movie that panders to audience expectations and in many ways it defies categorization.  It provides a running commentary on contemporary social ills (returning soldiers with murder ingrained, social services cuts, class war, materialism) without preaching from a fixed moral position—aided by a constantly shifting camera perspective and ellipses in the editing.  The horrors that Jay and Gal face well-up out of nowhere, but there are some disturbing links to their shared past, and it’s hinted that their assassination activities have made them culpable.  Is their persecution related to the Kiev fiasco? A vengeful Fiona (Gal admits to Jay early in Act Two that he “Woke up this morning with a Dear John taped to my cock”)? Ancient Druidic traditions?  KILL LIST’s brutal finale steers clear of easy answers and leaves many troubling questions hanging in the wind. It’s the perfect midnight movie.

Karina Wilson writes at Horror Film History.

Will the Circle be Unbroken?

Le Cercle Rouge

LE CERCLE ROUGE
Egyptian-Rigler, 11/5/2011, 4:00 PM

By Melissa Politte

Jean-Pierre Melville’s icily beautiful heist film, LE CERCLE ROUGE (1970), begins with a premonitory quote for the five unforgettable characters we are about to meet: “Siddhartha Gautama, the Buddha, drew a circle with a piece of red chalk and said: ’When men, even unknowingly, are to meet one day, whatever may befall each, whatever their diverging paths, they will inevitably come together in the red circle.’”

Melville made a trilogy of films with his favorite actor, Alain Delon, and LE CERCLE ROUGE revisits themes from their earlier collaboration, LE SAMOURAI (1967), and looks forward to their future film, UN FLIC (1971). Melville’s canon, which also includes BOB LE FLAMBEUR (1956) and LE DOULOS (1962), often concerns matters such as loyalty between friends; adherence to a moral code, pride in one’s profession; and the tension between the need to connect with others and the inevitability of always being separate and alone.

In a role he virtually patented—the enigmatic, impossibly handsome loner who answers to nothing but his own set of values—Alain Delon is the first of the five men whose intertwined paths will end inside the circle of red. Delon’s Corey is about to be released from prison when he gets wind of a scheme to rob an elegant jewelry store in Paris’s tony Place Vendome. Upon his release, Corey visits his former mentor in crime, hitting him up for money and a gun. Since Corey’s boss has stolen his mistress while Corey was in prison—and in fact has her waiting in bed for him in the next room—Corey manages to insult them both by coolly depositing her photos in the safe from which the boss has just given him “start-up” money and a weapon.

In a parallel story line, we meet the next two members of Melville’s circle game: Captain Mattei (Andre Bourvil) and his prisoner, the ominous Vogel (Gian Maria Volonte) whom he is escorting to a Paris prison via train. When the crafty Vogel picks the lock on his handcuffs and kicks out the train window to escape, we are plunged into a police manhunt of mammoth proportions, piqueing our curiosity as to Vogel’s past. Who is this man whom Mattei insists to a subordinate is “no terrorist,” but whose danger to society seems great enough to warrant the participation of every policeman that can be found?

After Vogel succeeds in eluding the cops and their search dogs by swimming across a stream, he approaches a roadside diner and tries the locks on several car trunks, looking for a place to hide, and hopefully, a ride to freedom. Meanwhile Corey, eating lunch inside, observes Vogel slip into the trunk of his car. Corey calmly finishes his meal, pays his bill and drives out into the country, where he stops, knocks on the trunk lid, and says “You can come out now.” When Vogel, emerging from the trunk, asks “Aren’t you afraid?” Corey, an old pro at all of this, merely replies “What of?” and tosses Vogel his cigarettes and lighter. Thus a friendship is born, and once Corey informs Vogel that “Your best bet is Paris,” the viewer is about to be treated to one of the most technically astute and beautifully filmed robbery pictures ever made.

All our two anti-heroes need now is a marksman and getaway driver, and Vogel has just the man: an ex-policeman and crack shot named Jansen (Yves Montand). However, in his retirement, Jansen has become an alcoholic and is currently holed up in a rundown tenement, fighting a horrifying case of the DT’s and convinced that he’s being attacked by a closetful of snakes, lizards and rats. When he is offered the robbery plan by his future cohorts, he looks upon the opportunity as a way to return to form, to prove his professionalism. He later thanks Corey for the chance to “escape from the beasts,” and when Corey doesn’t understand, Jansen merely walks over to the now-empty closet, looks inside and smiles. The blackness of the closet interior forms a visual wipe and the beautifully restrained acting by both men highlights the depth of the bond they have just forged.

One more character will meet the others inside Melville’s circle, and he is a familiar type from crime films: The Informer. In this case it’s Santi (Francois Perier), a nightclub owner who knows everyone and vows to rat on no one. But time is running out for all involved, as Captain Mattei’s Chief of Internal Affairs (Paul Amiot) wants Vogel; Corey, Vogel and Jansen want to pull off a flawless crime; Santi wants to keep the respect of the criminal world he oversees; and Mattei, who has a flawless 15-year record with the police force, wants to maintain his reputation but also keep his humanity intact.

How all of this plays out will be left to the viewer’s delight to discover, but it is certain that cinemagoers will thrill to their chance to step inside Jean-Pierre Melville’s cercle rouge, where, as Captain Mattei’s Chief insists, all men are guilty. “They’re born innocent,” he tells a doubting Mattei, “But they don’t stay that way.”

Melissa Politte is a retired professor of literature and humanities who makes her home in Door County, Wisconsin. She makes frequent trips to France, where she indulges her passion for French cinema.

Turning the Camera: The Virtual Life of a Filmmaker

THIS IS NOT A FILM
Chinese 1, 11/4/2011, 7:15 PM

Arirang

ARIRANG
Chinese 3, 11/5/2011, 2:15 PM
Egyptian-Spielberg, 11/7/2011, 7:00 PM 

By Hye Jean Chung

What to do when a filmmaker can no longer make films? Simple. Make films about not being able to make films. If you are as talented, acclaimed and laureled as Jafar Panahi and Kim Ki-duk, the result is a contemplation on a variety of political and philosophical issues that range from totalitarian regimes, film aesthetics, human rights, human nature, resistance, betrayal, life and death. And their films, THIS IS NOT A FILM and ARIRANG, demonstrate of course that it is not a simple matter to flip a creative block—whether self-imposed or legally enforced—into a rich source of inspiration. For both, turning the camera toward oneself is an act of defiance or a last resort, filled with resolution if not desperation.

Although the two filmmakers are both preoccupied with the common creative struggle of blocked productivity, their circumstances are vastly different. As many might know, award-winning Iranian director Jafar Panahi has been under house arrest as he awaits the verdict of an appeal against a six-year jail term and a 20-year ban on filmmaking, interviews, and international travel (it was turned down last October in a Tehran appeal court). THIS IS NOT A FILM documents a day in his life, as he calls his lawyer, converses with the film’s co-director Mojtaba Mirtahmasb (who has also been arrested after the making of this film), feeds the family’s pet iguana, surfs the Internet, looks outside the window, watches DVDs of his films (CRIMSON GOLD and THE CIRCLE, both banned in Iran), and most poignantly, enacts a verbal and performative version of a script that the Iranian government has prohibited him from making into a film.

The title’s negation of its identity as a film shakes up political, aesthetic, and philosophical issues that filmmakers, critics, and scholars have grappled with since the earliest days of cinema. What is film? How can the filmmaker use film as storytelling medium, aesthetic form, captured reality, or political platform? What are the ethical dimensions of making a film and claiming it as such?

In THIS IS NOT A FILM, Panahi reads from his script, which tells the story of a young girl, Maryam, who is locked in her room by her parents. Rather than simply relying on verbal descriptions, he creates a visual image of the film via video clips of an apartment he found while location scouting and the actresses he cast for the role, and he puts tape on his living room carpet to demarcate the dimensions of the girl’s cramped living space. Absence is as telling as presence in the spectral embodiment of Maryam and her surroundings in the yet-to-be-made film, as well as in the ending credits that name only Panahi and Mirtahmasb, with the rest filled with ellipses (replicated by Panahi’s own absence at the film’s premiere at Cannes earlier this year). It is evident that the girl’s predicament mirrors Panahi’s own. Although his apartment is much larger than Maryam’s tiny room, a cage is still a cage.

As Panahi explains how vertical imagery in a sequence from THE CIRCLE supplements the actress’s mental state, his energetic enthusiasm momentarily wanes, and in a rare display of despair, expresses frustration toward the primarily verbal rendering of his script. (“How can I tell the sense and feeling in this kind of film?”) Seemingly by force of habit, he continuously records interior shots of his apartment and the view outside his window with his iPhone—a ubiquitous presence in the film as one of his few modes of communication with the outside world. As fellow filmmaker Mirtahmasb jokingly remarks, “it matters that the cameras stay on”—whether intentional or not on the part of the translator, the visual emphasis speaks volumes here.

Acclaimed Korean filmmaker Kim Ki-duk would most likely agree, as he demonstrates in his drama/documentary ARIRANG, which won the top prize in the Un Certain Regard section at this year’s Cannes. Here Kim takes on three roles: filmmaker, actor, and spectator. And his three personas do not stay quietly within their separate domains; they watch, converse with, and even laugh at one another—at times jovially, at others derisively. Although he lives in solitary seclusion in a run-down hut, with only a stray cat as company, he is not quite alone. A bevy of ghosts share the space with the filmmaker-turned-hermit in the form of Kim’s memories, movie posters, and DVDs of his films, as well as Kim’s doppelganger and his talkative shadow.

Kim has been amazingly prolific in the past, making 15 films in almost as many years, so perhaps it is not too surprising that he is going through a fallow period of creative energy. ARIRANG was made three years after the release of his last film, DREAM, which was partly responsible in dragging Kim down to his current funk. (An actress almost choked to death while shooting a scene.) Craving inspiration, Kim turns the camera on himself, declaring “I want to make a film now!” Most of the film consists of Kim berating himself for being unproductive, oscillating between self-pity and self-indulgence, and describing his disillusionment with a voracious capitalist system that breeds betrayal and uniformity. Variety’s Leslie Felperin describes the experience of watching the film to “being stuck next to a drunk in a bar who keeps reminding you he used to be famous, all his friends are bastards and he now understands the meaning of life.” In one particular sequence, Kim launches a drunken, profanity-laden tirade, not unlike a Youtube video meltdown in its wincingly raw and embarrassingly honest portrayal of a man struggling to regain control.

It is ambiguous, however, whether Kim ever loses control as a well-established storyteller with a calculatingly canny talent for creating dramatic tension. In the film, he describes his creation as drama, not documentary, and he deploys crosscutting editing techniques to create an unsophisticated but still convincing illusion that he is having a two-way conversation with either his flesh-and-blood doppelganger or his shadow. After one such emotional exchange, he watches the footage of these conversations (reminiscent of Albert and David Maysles’s 1970 documentary, GIMME SHELTER), maintaining enough critical distance to laugh at his “performance.”

The circumstances of his character in ARIRANG, that is, himself, also follow his trademark portrayals of outsiders who are set apart from the rest of the world in a spatial and temporal warp. In a word, he is directing himself, using the film medium to re-sharpen his creative technique and critical eye, and to reinforce to himself and by extension, the audience, the questions every filmmaker asks: Why do I make films? What do I want to say? With whom do I want to communicate? Equipped only with a handheld camera and deprived of anything else readily available to a director on a conventional film set, both Panahi and Kim turn the camera toward themselves as a source of inspiration, and set out to answer these questions as best they can. 

Hye Jean Chung is a film scholar/writer who can be reached at robinjean9@gmail.com.

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