PASOLINI is the second new Abel Ferrara film I’ve seen this
year, following the Stauss-Kahn-inspired WELCOME TO NEW YORK. Set during the days leading up to Italian filmmaker-poet-novelist-public intellectual Pier Paolo Pasolini's tragic murder, PASOLINI combines verbatim reenactments of interviews he gave and visualizes moments from both a prose piece (Petrolio) and an unrealized film project (PORNO-TEO-KOLOSSAL). Most provocatively, the film presents his murder as a hate crime, as opposed to a political conspiracy. This creative decision lead to a testy back-and-forth between Ferrara and a member of the audience that dominated a substantial portion of the post-screening Q&A.
I don't feel a great appreciation for biopics in general, since so many feel straightjacketed from having to follow the same structure. But I didn't fear a conventional effort from Abel Ferrara, whose work has evolved from the exploitation cult favorites of his early years into his own mini-genre of sleazy, hazy English-language art films. My first impression is that it is not as great film as I’d hoped, but still a sincere and interesting one.
I don't feel a great appreciation for biopics in general, since so many feel straightjacketed from having to follow the same structure. But I didn't fear a conventional effort from Abel Ferrara, whose work has evolved from the exploitation cult favorites of his early years into his own mini-genre of sleazy, hazy English-language art films. My first impression is that it is not as great film as I’d hoped, but still a sincere and interesting one.
Fans of Pasolini’s movies may be disappointed to find they receive little mention in PASOLINI. Only his notorious SALO, OR THE 120 DAYS OF SODOM makes a brief appearance, but neither the film nor its controversial reception is explored in any detail.
Mia Hansen-Løve’s EDEN feels like a movie Harvey Weinstein
would have rushed to acquire in the past: a sexy foreign film with a rising
American star (Greta Gerwig) in a supporting part (perfect for a misleading
poster), a soundtrack that could generate a useful genre-overview compilation album (recently assembled into a Spotify playlist), and a
running time that might suggest further trimming might be in order. I was
already an admirer of Hansen-Løve’s earlier FATHER OF MY CHILDREN and
especially GOODBYE FIRST LOVE, so I was unsurprised at how much I enjoyed it.
EDEN is a 1990s-set account of the rise and fall of a young DJ who pioneers a French strain of
the house music style known as Garage, and whose story overlaps at times with Daft Punk’s. The film vividly recreates a time and place without affixing it to anything resembling
a tight narrative. But ever-present electronic dance rhythms give many of the
individual scenes their own infectious energy, the cast (lead by newcomer Félix
de Givry) is appealing, and for all of the soap opera clichés it meanders into, I still found the level of detail about this musical subculture
compelling enough to elevate the whole thing. It’s almost like the house music equivalent of the first act of Ernest Dickerson’s
JUICE, before all of the gunplay takes that film's story into thriller territory.
I went into Lisandro Alonso's JAUJA feeling some trepidation, since I was
still undecided about Alonso as a filmmaker based on what little I’d
seen. And all I knew about this new one
was that Viggo Mortensen was in it, and that it was set in the 19th
century. I feared a slow-paced art film with an English-speaking movie star
looking lost at sea in an exotic locale. And I wasn’t entirely wrong. However…
Winner of the FIPRESCI Award at the 2014 Cannes Film
Festival, the story of JAUJA concerns a Danish engineer and his teenage
daughter, who are traveling with the Argentine army. When his daughter runs off
with one of the soldiers, Mortensen’s character journeys off to find her. While said journey does lead to strange
encounters and sights, and even a scene of graphic violence that produced audible sounds of
horror from the unsuspecting Lincoln Center audience, the primary focus is on
Mortensen’s travels through an imposing environment that feels both ancient and strange.
Alonso shoots in the square 1:33:1 aspect
ratio, often filling the top third of the frame with a bright blue sky, and employs a vibrant color palette that I found reminiscent of Mohsen Makhmalbaf’s GABBEH for some reason. I don't know how this film's effect will translate to home video (let alone anyone who attempts to watch it on, say, a laptop), or how it will play on a second watch, but I look forward to seeing this one again in January. A film this slow-paced and devoid of action will try the
patience of many viewers. Indeed, it prompted a number of walkouts, the only
ones I witnessed during the festival. But to the type of viewer that enjoys old Monte Hellman westerns, Andrei Tarkovsky, Jarmusch's DEAD MAN, and Herzog's AGUIRRE, WRATH OF GOD, this film is a travels into similarly heady terrain. This is one of my favorites of 2014.
Alex Ross Perry’s LISTEN UP PHILIP plays like a variation on
Wes Anderson’s RUSHMORE (self-involved Jason Schwartzman befriends an older man
who would appear to be father figure, but revealed to be an equally immature
peer), if it were remade by Noah Baumbach circa MARGOT AT THE WEDDING.
Utilizing a voiceover technique that echoes Baumbach’s MR.
JEALOUSY and Anderson’s THE ROYAL TENENBAUMS (both of whom were already
borrowing from Woody Allen and Francois Truffaut), the film concerns an obnoxious young
novelist (Jason Schwartzman) and his unhealthy relationships, primarily with a
girlfriend (Elisabeth Moss) and an arrogant literary hero (Jonathan Pryce) who views
Schwartzman as his protégée. It's a film where nearly every scene involves characters saying rude and hurtful things to one another, some of it funny. The most extreme and potentially off-putting version of the narcissistic jerk-centered indie comedy, it’s like the logical dead end for the misanthropic comedy-drama style Baumbach was exploring in the three features preceding FRANCES HA. You may find the whole affair compelling if the repellent characters don't cause you to walk briskly into oncoming traffic.
This film improves upon Perry’s earlier feature THE COLOR
WHEEL, where amateurish performances and a few too-calculated shocks undercut the
elements that worked. Despite feeling more derivative of other filmmakers, LISTEN UP PHILIP is more successful as a movie on every level. The film contains uniformly strong performances, and has a nervy energy that serves the material. The narrative even makes an intriguing detour when exploring the Elisabeth Moss character independently of Schwartzman's for a time, allowing some breathing room before the focus eventually reverts back to him.
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