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A 2021 Film Journey: Day 65

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Tonight, I returned back to preparing for my annual attempt to watch all Oscar nominations. And while I’ve mostly focused on the short lists with the official nominations still a week away, today I went with something a little different. I went with two films that I passed on in January in preparation of my year end list but am confidant will be named multiple times on the 15th.

Mank (2020, Dir. David Fincher)

Netflix drops first trailer of David Fincher's new film | Dhaka Tribune

I didn’t pass on Mank back in January because I didn’t think I’d like it. I think everything David Fincher’s done in at least the last 15 years have been good to great, and yet except for The Social Network (2010) his films are routinely a little too cold for me to love. Mank fits perfectly with Fincher’s other films in that way. Technically he is one of the strongest directors working today. His scenes are all well calculated and precise. Where he doesn’t work for me as well is in his characters. There’s always a distance with his characters. It feels like their story is being told rather than them telling their story.

 While the film once again fails to convince me to love it mostly due to the characters, Mank again proves that Fincher deserves the reputation he’s garnered. The film is meticulously pieced together interconnecting scenes from different times to tell an engrossing story of old Hollywood.  Every moment fits the films need wonderfully; the two-hour plus film has no fat to trim. Gorgeous black and white photography from Erik Messershmidt combine with another memorable Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross score to add the visual and audial flare to Fincher’s vision.

The Trial of the Chicago 7 (2020, Dir. Aaron Sorkin)

The Trial of the Chicago 7 trailer: Aaron Sorkin's starry courtroom drama looks unmissable | Entertainment News,The Indian Express

While most of Mank worked for me, very little of The Trial of the Chicago 7 did. Sorkin’s schmaltz has soured over the years, and by touching on a raw subject in police brutality, the film left me worked up rather than satisfied. 2020 was not the year to go halfhearted on complaints against the police. The film is too content to let the eventual acquittal of the Chicago 7 be an appropriate level of justice. Sorkin’s tying everything in a bow was not the treatment this subject required.

This frustration with the film was compounded with the acting. I’ve reached the point where Eddie Redmayne does not work for me. His over-the-top caricature appears a complete farse anymore, and his Tom Hayden came across smarmy. Equally absurd was Jeremy Strong’s portrayal of Jerry Rubin. The stoner comedy bit was too extreme and did not work with the tone of the film. Weirdly the only performance in the film I genuinely appreciated was Sacha Baron Cohen’s Abbie Hoffman. In a film of over the top and out of place comedic characters, the actor known for playing over the top comedic characters was the only one who could find the appropriate tone for the film.

A 2021 Film Journey: Day 64

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As I mentioned yesterday, I took today off. I’ve been beyond exhausted lately and so an extra day off seemed more than necessary. The fact that today is also my birthday just made the timing serendipitous. Even with the day off, I only made it through two films, but that was mostly due to sleeping in and taking a long afternoon walk. Additionally, while recently I’ve focused on the Oscar short lists, today I ventured into some of the Criterion box sets I’ve picked up somewhat recently by two of my favorite directors.

I Vitelloni (1953, Dir. Federico Fellini)

I vitelloni (1953) | The Criterion Collection

The more films by Fellini I watch, the more I really connect with his filmmaking. Specifically, I connect with his character studies. With five leads, I Vitelloni blends his more focused character studies with his larger ensemble pieces, but the shared place in life of the five young men lend it closer to the individualized film. Each character may have unique passions and problems, but the fact that they are all young men struggling with taking the full step into adulthood gives the characters enough cohesion for the film to feel focused.

For Fausto (Franco Fabrizi), a shotgun wedding with his pregnant girlfriend was insufficient for him to grow up, but his failure acts as the necessary catalyst for the rest of his friends. They are able to use his failure as a mirror to their own shortcomings. Gratuitous partying and womanizing gains a level of grime as they watch their friend destroy his life through their habits. The film acknowledges the joys of youth while pointing it’s characters to the responsibilities they must someday soon embrace.

After a film by my favorite Italian director, I moved to one by my favorite French director.

The Beaches of Agnès (2008, Dir. Agnès Varda)

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If you’re not a fan of Agnès Varda, I’d have to imagine that The Beaches of Agnès must seem an insufferable bit of naval gazing, but I adore her and was more than happy to watch her explore her life and work for two hours. And more than just a fascinating subject, Varda’s ability to tell a personal story is second to none and even when turning her camera on herself she prods at the small moments that define a life.

The film enhances the discussions of her life through a blend of recreations and meticulously created art installations. These grandiose productions expose the oversized importance these moments to Varda. Her love of her children and husband, filmmaker Jacques Demy, is ever apparent through the film, but what comes across the most is Varda’s love for life. This also comes across in any of the documentaries where she inserts herself, but because of the self-reflective objective of The Beaches of Agnès it comes across the clearest here. Her unyielding curiosity led her to create some of the most personal films ever shot, and that makes her the exact kind of person deserving of her cinematic attention.

While I for the most part abandoned Oscar short list watching for the day, I snuck in two of the remaining documentary shorts on my list to finish my evening.

What Would Sophia Loren Do? (2021, Dir. Ross Kauffman)

What Would Sophia Loren Do? review - a documentary proving you can find strength from your idol

What Would Sophia Loren Do? fits the mold of standard Oscar nominated documentary short that I set out with the first one I watched this year: A Concerto is a Conversation. Like that one, What Would Sophia Loren Do? is a filmmaker sitting down with their elder to discus an aspect of their life. This take is a little more interesting as Nancy Kulik recalls her life through a love of Sophia Loren, but it’s still the run of the mill documentary short that I’ve seen dozens of before.

The Speed Cubers (2020, Dir. Sue Kim)

The Speed Cubers (2020) - IMDb

The Speed Cubers likewise mimics a rather standard documentary format. A story of a rivalry, in this case in competitive Rubix Cube solving, is told via interviews about the competitors, Feliks Zemdegs and Max Park, culminating in footage of a world championship. While still a little cliché, this format allows for more dramatic elements elevating the film over a pure interview. Still not my favorite of the options, but it is an interesting topic and well executed short.

A 2021 Film Journey: Day 63

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Another exhausting day of work for me today, so today is another one film day. However, it almost counts as two as it’s a film that appears on both the Oscar short list for international feature and documentary feature. While that doesn’t really count as watching two films, it’s as close as I was able to get today. I’m taking a personal day tomorrow, so I should definitely have more than one in my entry tomorrow.

Collective (2020, Dir. Alexander Nanau)

Collective (2019) - IMDb

I’ve complained a few times this year already about the dated documentary style of utilizing talking heads to convey a message. If the films I’ve watched prior have frustrated me, Collective exemplifies everything that documentaries can be. Rather than recite facts to the audience over archival footage, Collective allowed the cameras in the room from the beginning to shoot a documentary in the style of All the President’s Men (1976, Dir. Alan J. Pakula). This strategy allows the film to more closely follow the golden rule of cinema: show don’t tell.

A fire in a concert venue, the titular Collective, leads to numerous burn victims who have their care botched. This leads investigators at the Gazeta Sporturilor to uncover extensive corruption that plagued the Romanian medical system. The film does a great job of balancing style with subject. Despite a narrative framing, the film is shot clinically with no non-diegetic sound. While this would be a poor decision in an actual narrative film, by keeping this more sterile technique one never forgets that they are watching a documentary and that the atrocities that are being uncovered are not subject to hyperbole. A wonderful blend of storytelling and informing.

A 2021 Film Journey: Day 62

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Feeling a lot of mid-week burnout today, so only one movie again today as I attempt to catch up on some sleep. In the meantime, I headed back to the Oscar shortlist for international feature for the second night in a row and will likely frequent over the next week.

La Llorona (2020, Dir. Jayro Bustamante)

La Llorona movie review & film summary (2020) | Roger Ebert

Not to be confused with The Curse of la Llorona (Dir. Michael Chaves) from the year prior, La Llorona is a drama first and only embraces the horror genre in earnest during the third act. Instead, the film spends the majority of it’s time telling a story about a war criminal and his family living in a compound constantly surrounded by angry protesters. The audience surrogate is Natalia (Sabrina De La Hoz) a woman who skirts the line between hero and antihero. While she did nothing wrong, she doesn’t abandon her father, even after he is found guilty of genocide. This becomes a sticking point for the film, that innocence needs to be earned, and isn’t awarded to passivity.

Rather than any traditional ghost story, La Llorona is mostly content to focus on the characters with hauntings only peppered in. The subversion of the modern horror genre is exemplified by the entire lack of jump scares. When the film decides to turn on the horror it does so in a completely earned and unsettling way. The ghosts haunting acts as a mirror, reflecting the deeds of the war criminal on him and those who stood by his side. In the final haunting, the ghost justifies herself by showing that she could never do worse than the crimes that brought her to the family. By saving most of the scares for this one moment, it hammers in the terror of these events. The horror is used as an exclamation point to create an excellent drama that just happens to be named for a ghost.

A 2021 Film Journey: Day 61

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While I wait for the Oscar Nominations to come out in full in two weeks, I’m going to spend much of my time watching films on various short lists in order to leave my Oscar crunch as reasonable as possible. That will end up with me watching films that don’t end up with a nomination but given the inability to watch films in theaters in 2020 I’m more than happy to watch some bonus foreign films.

A Sun (2020, Dir. Chung Mong-Hong)

A Sun film review: grief and violence in slow-burn Golden Horse awards winner | South China Morning Post

Only one movie again tonight, but this one was two and a half hours long, so I’m not beating my self up over it. A Sun uses its extreme length to explore all manner of family life through its subject, the Chen family. Teenager A-Ho (Wu Chien-ho) begins the film by taking part in an assault and heading to juvenile detention. His older brother A-Hao (Greg Hsu) is the son full of promise who harbors a depressed side. Wen (Chen Yi-wen) and Qin (Samantha Ko) are the two’s parents and make up the majority of the screen time while the two boys are unable to be on screen for their individual reasons.

The family drama verges on some extremely dark topics, yet throughout all the film manages to be deeply funny in a counterbalancing act. Much of this much needed humor comes from Wen the father played miraculously by Chen Yi-wen. The scene that stands out the most from him is when he and his wife are in a room at the detention facility with A-Ho and Xiao-Yu (Apple Wu) so the two of them can be married, and Wen unprompted sticks his arm in an automated blood pressure machine that happens to be in the room with them. Nothing is said about this, it’s just a nervous tick that manifests itself in an absurd way. Small decisions like these prevent the film from becoming a depressing slog.

The more I think about this film, the more I think I may love it. Despite its length, it never felt bloated; every scene contributed to a beautiful whole. It meticulously balanced humor with melodrama and moments of action. This perfect blend of genres elevates the narrative story while still allowing character moments speak for themselves. A Sun is a great example of a film that’s greater than the sum of its parts, but its parts were pretty good on their own as well.

A 2021 Film Journey: Day 60

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A 2021 Film Journey: Day 60

Day 60 and the first day of March. I won’t be watching films under a specific theme like I did for Black History month in February, but much of the next month and a half will be spent watching films that receive an Oscar nomination once those come out in two weeks.

Over the Moon (2020, Dir. Glen Keane and John Kahrs)

Chinese Designer Guo Pei on Creating Looks for 'Over the Moon' Goddess - Variety

While tonight’s film isn’t guaranteed a spot in this year’s list, most predictions have Over the Moon as a pretty dependable prediction for animated feature after two offerings from Pixar and Wolfwalkers make up the sure things. It is clear to me that this film is in a lower tier than the other three though, while not bad per say, Over the Moon is assuredly a mess.

Over the Moon stars Cathy Ang as Fei Fei, a girl dealing with grief over her deceased mother, a bit of a tired cliché in animated kids movies at this point. The film is a musical which is one of the more baffling decisions given the heavier subject matter, and while the first few songs are endearing the absurdity quickly gets the better of the film. An extremely awkward singing ping-pong match left me visibly cringing at the film. A similar tonally dissonant decision is in artistic styles. Much of this film looks like it’s glowing to an excessive amount. Giant glowing aesthetics can work, but they likely weren’t the best decision for a story about a girl learning to let go of the pain in her heart from her mother’s absence.

Watching Over the Moon, it’s clear that Glen Keane and John Kahrs have a great appreciation for Pixar and renaissance Disney films. And while they fumble a little in execution, the love for medium shines through. The overwhelming earnestness of the filmmakers awards it more praise in my book than an equally messy cynical cash grab would earn. I doubt I’ll ever revisit Over the Moon, but I’m not turned off of watching Keane and Kahrs’s next film.

A 2021 Film Journey: Day 59

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A second month done and I’m happy that I’ve been able to keep this project going. More than a few days this month watching and writing felt a bit like a chore, but I’m happier for having done it. Despite today’s post likely going up after midnight, it wasn’t one of the difficult ones. I just lost track of time this evening.

Killer of Sheep (1978, Dir. Charles Burnett)

Killer of Sheep – IFC Center

Intentional or not, I feel like I may have ended up saving the best for last as far as my Black History Month views go. For a movie I had never heard of before doing some research for films this month, Killer of Sheep is just a perfect piece of cinéma verité. Despite being made in Los Angeles in the late 70s, Charles Burnett’s masterpiece has more in common with the French New Wave than it does with the Hollywood indie scene of the era. Rather than any plot first epic, the 80-minute film works as a collage depicting the lives of the working class.

If Killer of Sheep has any flaws, it that the acting isn’t the best. Some of the line reads are a bit cringe inducing, but they don’t end up detracting from film. At times, the substandard acting acts as an almost meta enhancement of the film’s depiction. If Hollywood wants to remain overly polished and ignore the lives of the Black working class, it only makes sense that the performances reject the Hollywood shine. Every inconsequential moment of the film builds up to a complete thesis on the working class without overtly doing so. I will not be waiting for next Black History Month before diving into more of Charles Burnett’s work.

Much like I spent the last weekend in January watching films about to leave the Criterion Channel, my second film for the evening was a film that won’t be there come tomorrow.

Arsenic and Old Lace (1942, Dir. Wim Wenders)

Arsenic and Old Lace' and the Incomparable Comedic Talents of Cary Grant

My worst film take has always been that I don’t especially care for Cary Grant. And with that sentence I assume I’ve lost 90% of my readership, but for those still with me, allow me to defend myself. The golden age of Hollywood was hallmarked by larger-than-life movie stars who tended to play their over-the-top persona in most films, and Cary Grant was the best at that. I personally find the overly shiny personas to be fake and grating at times. Even in this same post I was praising the cinéma verité of the French New Wave, a genre as far removed from Cary Grant’s persona as possible.

However, all of those misgivings go away for me when it comes to farse; there Cary Grant clicks perfectly for me. Arsenic and Old Lace is such a comedy to unlock Grant for me. Watching his overly self-assured persona grapple with the absurdity of the situation uses the falseness to its advantage. The film delivered one gag after another for Grant to fall for delivering a steady stream of laughs. A wonderfully fun way to end the month.

A 2021 Film Journey: Day 58

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The weekends just make everything better. After days of feeling like I needed to sacrifice sleep to keep the project going uninterrupted, today was my first day to just sit and watch films with no other obligations. With a full day to dedicate to watching, it only made sense to start it out by watching the second half of a mini-series I had started before.

When They See Us (2019, Dir. Ava DuVernay)

When They See Us' Watched By More Than 23 Million Netflix Accounts Worldwide – Deadline

Ava DuVernay’s 5-hour epic about the Central Park Five was among the best films (it’s a mini-series but I’m counting it as a movie) I watched this month. The story of the young men who were wrongfully convicted was well know by the time of the film’s release and was somewhat recently back on people’s mind as the president at the time was extremely outspoken about wanting the death penalty for the boys; this is actually a fact that the filmmakers were well aware of and couldn’t help including reference to (which also happens to be the only thing I could have really done without in the film). Regardless of how well known the case may have been, the film amplifies its message and shows brings the terror to life.

In the first of four episodes, I had a slight hesitation to the series. I was worried that DuVernay was turning the prosecutors into impossibly evil people. The almost cartoonish style could have been a hinderance to the film’s message, but in context it works. Even if the prosecutors weren’t attempting to act as supervillains, what they did was undeniably evil, and so the acting decision works as part of a whole. DuVernay captures the terror and torture that the five young boys were subjected to and how their lives were changed irrevocably because of it.

After finishing the mini-series, I turned my attention to my seemingly unending collection of films that I own but have not yet watched and started a new trilogy. Anticipate the other two features coming in quick succession.

Alice in the Cities (1974, Dir. Wim Wenders)

Alice in the Cities: A Girl's Story | The Current | The Criterion Collection

Alice in the Cities is the first film in Wim Wenders The Road Trilogy and is one of the best films I’ve ever seen. That may be slightly hyperbolic, but not by much. I just have a thing for movies about miserable people making their way through the world and maybe becoming a little less miserable. Philip (Rüdiger Vogler) is the miserable protagonist for this film, and it’s when he is saddled with Alice (Yella Rottländer) that he’s given an opportunity to improve.

Alice in the Cities succeeds as a meaningful depiction of this type by its ability to sulk in silence. Philip’s melancholy leaves him sullen in contrast to Alice’s bubblier persona. This means that frequently the film will linger with Philip with no dialogue spoken. Just a static shot of his face with the passing background speaks volumes about his mindset and the human condition. Alice’s young joy act not just as a catalyst for Philip’s change, but as a glimpse into the eye of a child attempting to live in a world that adults only make difficult for them. These contrasting viewpoints work as perfect foil for each other and lend the film depth and complexity. It’s just a perfect film.

Finally for the night, I once again ventured into the Oscar short lists and grabbed another short form documentary from the list to watch in prep of the eventual Oscar nominations

A Love Song for Latasha (2020, Dir. Sophia Nahil Allison)

A Love Song for Latasha | Netflix Official Site

The documentary shorts continue to be some of the most difficult films to talk about. There tends to not be much artistically unique about any of them, but A Love Song for Latasha does stand out in one way. Throughout the runtime, director and editor Sophia Nahil Allison plays with various camera distortions. This distortion comes to a climax with the documentary’s narrative. When the subject matter becomes to dark to imagine, the camera breaks and no longer attempts to recreate what is being discussed. It’s too painful to even comprehend.

A 2021 Film Journey: Day 57

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Do you ever decide you need to take a quick nap, so you set an alarm for 40 minutes and then next thing you know four hours have gone by? Well anyway, it’s almost midnight and I’ve only watched one film, so despite my best effort tonight is going to be another short entry. Thankfully tomorrow is the weekend and I have no work obligations, so expect a longer post tomorrow.

Daughters of the Dust (1991, Dir. Julie Dash)

I Am the First and the Last”: Julie Dash's DAUGHTERS OF THE DUST | by Bryn Mawr Film Institute | Medium

I worry a little that my brain only being half awake for this film may have hampered some of my enjoyment of the film. Make no mistake, I both liked this film and think it was quite good, but there were some parts that left me a little confused. Much of that is likely due to the scope of the film. It follows many different characters, some of whose plot points are only tangentially related. That combined with the thick creole accent throughout was a lot to ask of my exhausted brain tonight.

While my exhaustion may have gotten prevented me from appreciating Daughters of the Dust as much as I could, I still enjoyed it plenty despite my tired stupor. What stands out the most is the striking beauty of the film. The film has a warm hue that makes each character pop when on screen. The women’s primarily white clothing pops throughout even when the characters are covered in dirt from the work they do on the island. From a thematic standpoint, I really appreciated what director Julie Dash managed to do with the concept of family. Yellow Mary (Barbarao) has been outcast by her family, but she still feels a connection to them. Conversely, the matriarch Nana (Cora Lee Day) is well loved, but prepares to say goodbye to her family as they all leave her behind on the island where they all lived. Every interaction in the film comes back to the family dynamic and how nothing is straightforward or easy.

A 2021 Film Journey: Day 56

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Only one movie again today, but that’s partially because I’m working my way through a mini-series that I hope to finish in the next day or two at the same time. While yesterday’s viewings were as old of pictures as possible given this month’s theme, I decided to jump back to the present day today by watching the first feature of one of today’s greatest auteurs.

Medicine for Melancholy (2008, Dir. Barry Jenkins)

I Was at a Point in My Life When I Needed to Take a Risk”: Barry Jenkins on his Debut Feature, Medicine for Melancholy | Filmmaker Magazine

I’m not sure what the origin of the two strangers walking and talking film is, I tend to associate it with Richard Linklater’s Before Sunrise (1995), but no mater who makes the film, I’m always interested in watching them. Good or bad, there’s just something in that style of filmmaking that engrosses me. I’ve always cared for characters and moods more than plot, so the well-trod formula connects with me every time, so a Barry Jenkins, mumblecore-esque two-strangers-walking-and-talking-film was more or less guaranteed to be a hit with me.

All that is to say that It’s no surprise that I enjoyed Medicine for Melancholy, but I acknowledge that much of that is because of my predisposition to the genre. Jenkins attempts to build upon the tried-and-true formula by giving his characters something deeper to ponder while walking, the consequences of gentrification in San Francisco. While that topic is worth discussing, the overt ways that Micah (Wyatt Cenac) and Jo’ (Tracey Heggins) interact on the subject takes away from what makes these movies great, personal moments between characters.

 While that slight variation on the genre didn’t especially work for me, Jenkins still delivered on what this type of film succeeds at. The two leads have wonderful chemistry even if they come from different world, and their conversations are fun and insightful. The highs and the lows of the two’s 24 hours together are felt strongly through the performances and the direction, and the ending avoids the twee cliché that can frequently plague these films. Altogether Medicine for Melancholy is a wonderful first feature.