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Dance on Camera Festival Screens Two Classic Documentaries

shirelyclarkeBusby Berkeley proved to be a genial and modest interviewee in his enjoyable entry in the excellent Cinéastes of Our Time series, being screened in this year's Dance on Camera Festival (February 1 - 5, 2013) hosted by the Film Society of Lincoln Center (70 Lincoln Square #4, New York, NY).  The first half of this documentary — an extended interview with this great innovator of film musicals, interspersed with delightful clips of some of the choreographic numbers he directed — is devoted to Berkeley's life before his major achievements in Hollywood. He discusses his military schooling and time in the army during World War I, his success as a Broadway actor and as a director of plays in Northeastern stock companies, before securing renown for his original approach to directing stage musicals.

Invited to Hollywood, Berkeley revolutionized the musical genre by conceiving numbers for the camera and orchestrating them with a montage style that seems almost High Modernist — and was viewed as such by some perspicacious, contemporary commentators — an effect which he carefully prepared by precise storyboarding before shooting; he broke with standard practice by employing only one camera, so meticulously worked out were his visual ideas. If Berkeley never quite attained the status of a full-fledged auteur — like Vincente Minnelli, his eminent successor — his brilliantly crafted work was thoroughly cinematic and his dance sequences endure as some of the most remarkable on film.

Shirley Clarke's beginnings as a dancer and later as a dance-filmmaker are not readily detectable in her three major features of the 1960s, The Connection, The Cool World, and Portrait of Jason; nor is this history more than briefly alluded to in Rome Is Burning (Portrait of Shirley Clarke), co-directed by Noël Burch and André S. Labarthe and one of the most interesting episodes in Cinéastes of Our Time, also screening in this series. Burch, whose career trajectory has been unusual and who was a major critic and film theorist, represents, in his person, a locus linking the American avant-garde, the modernism of, for example, Jean-Luc Godard, and Marxist analysis, conferring upon him a peculiar appropriateness to superintend a documentary on as protean a figure as the politically and aesthetically radical Clarke. Clarke's early short films were, at least in their surface appearance, in something akin to the visionary mode of American independent filmmaking of the 1950s, if closer in resemblance to the work of minor artists of that time, such as Mary Ellen Bute, rather than to titanic figures like Stan Brakhage. Rome Is Burning is notable for resembling a film that Clarke might have directed herself in the 1960s, with some other subject as the center of an experimental portrait. Jacques Rivette and Yoko Ono, whose own directorial efforts bear some affinities with Clarke's major work, are minor participants in the bohemian atmosphere here, where the distinguished filmmaker holds court entertainingly, in a film punctuated by arresting clips from her key features.

For more information, go to: http://www.filmlinc.com/films/series/dance-on-camera-2013

Dance on Camera 2013
February 1 - 5, 2013

Film Society of Lincoln Center
70 Lincoln Square #4
New York, NY

January '13 Digital Week I

Blu-rays of the Week
The Blue Angel
(Kino Lorber)
In Josef von Sternberg’s classic tragedy, Emil Jannings plays a professor who falls in love with Lola-Lola, a popular cabaret performer, played by none other than Marlene Dietrich.
Their bizarre relationship—which ends in death, natch—is recounted by Sternberg with his usual expressionistic touches, and his two stars give powerful performances. For an 83-year-old film, the Blu-ray image is superbly detailed.
Driving Miss Daisy
(Warner Bros)
The Best Picture that directed itself (Bruce Beresford was shamefully not nominated), this genteel but touching 1990 adaptation of Alfred Uhry’s play also won a Best Actress Oscar for Jessica Tandy’s feisty portrayal of the Southern lady unable to drive any more.
That Morgan Freeman (her chauffeur) and Dan Aykroyd (her loving son) are also good is a tribute to Beresford’s rapport with actors; his low-key style, while perfect for the material, was too subtle for the Academy. The Blu-ray image is first-rate; extras are Beresford, Uhry and producer Lili Zanuck’s commentary; new and vintage featurettes.
Frankenweenie
(Disney)
Tim Burton’s original 1984 half-hour live-action short was perfectly macabre. Now that he’s busying doing lazy remakes of Alice in Wonderland and Dark Shadows, Burton returns to this youthful short for an 85-minute stop-motion animated feature, a pleasant time-waster that strains to fill its extra running time with material that doesn’t feel padded. Burton’s arresting visual sense helps to an extent.
The hi-def image looks good in both 3D and 2D; extras include the original shorts and making-of featurettes.
Inventing David Geffen—American Masters
(PBS)
The remarkable life and career of the movie-music-theater mogul is recounted in two immensely entertaining hours, as Geffen gives a blow-by-blow description of his rise from Jewish kid in Brooklyn to head of major record labels, producer of Broadway smash hits and one-third (alongside Steven Spielberg and Jeffrey Katzenberg) of DreamWorks movie studio.
There are many talking heads from the Eagles’ Don Henley and Glenn Frey to Jackson Browne and Yoko Ono, who figures in the show’s most poignant moment: John Lennon’s 1980 murder. The hi-def transfer is fine; extras include bonus interviews.
Die Meistersinger von Nurnberg
(Opus Arte)
Richard Wagner’s mammoth opera—only he could compose a five-hour “comedy”—has complex characters (mastersinger Hans Sachs, upcoming singer Walther, his love Eva), despite the anti-Semitism of comic foil Beckmesser.
David McVicar’s Glyndebourne staging smartly avoids obvious nastiness by taking these characters at face value: the portrayals by Gerald Finley (Sachs), Marco Jentzsch (Walther), Johannes Martin Kranzle (Beckmesser) and Anna Gabler (Eva) let us enter Wagner’s world sans baggage. The Blu-ray image is excellent, the music—by the London Philharmonic and Glyndebourne Chorus under conductor Vladimir Jurowski—sounds splendid, and extras are featurettes about the opera’s problematic legacy.
Nova—Mystery of Easter Island
(PBS)
The eternal riddle of 900 moai statues populating Easter Island have taxed historians, scientists and everyone else for centuries, and in this Nova special—which shows how difficult it was moving the large carved stones to their current positions—a team of volunteers recreates how they think the stones were moved.
The eye-opening result gives credence to one of many theories that explain how those massive objects sit there today. The Blu-ray image is first-rate.
Purple Noon
(Criterion)
In Rene Clément’s superior 1960 adaptation of Patricia Highsmith’s thriller The Talented Mr. Ripley—later made into an overwrought 1999 epic by Anthony Minghella—Alain Delon was at the height of his star power as the amoral protagonist who casually destroys lives while on an Italian holiday.
The beautiful vistas of Italy and of the performers (lookers Maurice Ronet and Marie Laforet costar) are ravishingly recreated in the Criterion Collection’s terrific hi-def transfer; extras are vintage Delon and Highsmith interviews and a dry overview of Clément’s career by Denitza Bantcheva.
Samsara
(MPI)
In this stunningly photographed, non-narrative documentary, natural and man-made wonders like Versailles and the Taj Mahal are shown in all their glory.
Director Ron Fricke demonstrates mankind's spirituality through the awesomeness of nature and our shared humanity. Shot in 70mm, the best way to watch this is on Blu-ray, where the details of Saint Chappelle’s stained-glass windows are luminosity perfected. Extras include interviews and a making-of featurette.
Seal Team Six—The Raid on Osama bin Laden
(Weinstein Co/Anchor Bay)
Unlike Zero Dark Thirty—which reenacts the raid on the Pakistan hideaway that got bin Laden in its final half-hour—Sea Team Six is a gritty reenactment whose 90 minutes drum up the necessary patriotism and jingoism.
It’s done proficiently, and the raid itself looks accurate; simply dramatizing these brave men’s heroism is enough for most viewers. The Blu-ray image is tremendous; the lone extra is a making-of featurette.
DVDs of the Week
Arts and the Mind
(PBS)
In a culture where defunding arts education keeps growing, this two-hour PBS documentary documents, without falling into the usual partisan trap, how the arts are needed more than ever.
Lisa Kudrow narrates this elucidating look at how music, poetry, dance, painting and theater are godsends to sick young children, veterans with post-traumatic stress disorder, and even Alzheimer’s patients.
Bloody Flesh
(one 7)
Carlos Mayolo’s eerie 1983 horror entry concerns a family in Colombia whose disintegration leads to incest and murder. Although the scenes between teenage cousins are unsettling (Adriana Herran is especially persuasive as the girl), Mayolo overplays his hand when he turns the insane goings-on into an allegory about his country’s dictatorial government.
Still, with a truly horrifying ending, the movie is memorable, even in the crappy-looking transfer on this DVD.
Brooke Burke—Body
(Sony)
As any Dancing with the Stars fan knows, its winner-turned-cohost Brooke Burke is a star because of her physical endowments, not any obvious talent.
Her newest exercise workout DVDs, Sexy Abs and 30-Day Slimdown, present Brooke in all her glory showing how this 40-something mother of four got her incredible shape. As an added bonus, included are Brooke’s favorite smoothie recipes!

Doctor Zhivago
(Acorn)
This isn’t the gargantuan 1965 David Lean adaptation with Omar Sharif and Julie Christie in one of the big screen’s all-time romances: instead, it’s the 2002 British TV version with a then-unknown Keira Knightley in the pivotal role as the beautiful Lara.
Knightley acquits herself well, suggesting more worldliness than the lovely Christie did; her co-stars, Sam Neill as Komarovsky and Hans Matheson as Zhivago are good enough, but Knightley and the expansiveness of the setting are the true stars, even on the small screen. Extras include 70 minutes of on-set interviews and featurettes.
Found Memories
(Film Movement)
Director Julia Murat impressively—and unself-consciously—takes the inhabitants of a remote Brazilian village at face value, recording their lives straightforwardly and giving a valuable sense of life’s unhurried pace.
Artfully mixing magic realism with documentary realism by grounding her story’s fanciful aspects in natural goings-on, Murat’s beautiful balance is greatly assistance by her superb editor Marina Meliande and equally fine cinematographer Lucio Bonelli, whose painterly Cinemascope compositions blend reality and magic effortlessly. This assured feature debut, dealing with life, death, and eternity, makes us anxious to see Murat’s next move. The bonus short film, by debut director Sahim Omar Kalifa, is Land of the Heroes.
CD of the Week
Karlheinz Stockhausen—Michael’s Journey Around the World
(Wergo)
When he died in 2007 at age 79, German composer Karlheinz Stockhausen had just begun a new project: Sound—The 24 Hours of the Day, following a massive, seven-opera cycle Light, each segment named after a day of the week.
One of the biggest of that insanely overambitious series, Thursday, had this 50-minute piece as Act II. This clarinet/horn concerto in all but name dazzlingly pits soloists Marco Blaauw (trumpet) and Nicola Jurgensen (basset horn) against members of Ensemble musikFabrick—led by conductor Peter Rundel—all of whom play this fiendishly difficult music brilliantly.

Film Review: The Nature of Heroism and "Zero Dark Thirty"

zero-dark-thirty-posterZero Dark Thirty
Directed by Kathryn Bigelow
Starring Jessica Chastain, Jason Clarke, Kyle Chandler, Mark Strong, Joel Edgerton, Chris Pratt

Based on the real life exploits that led to the location and assassination of Bin Laden, Zero Dark Thirty presents intelligence as a process of patience rife with moral ambiguities.

We’re introduced to our protagonist Maya, played here by Jessica Chastain, by way of a Guantanamo-esque torture sequence which happens to be her inaugural assignment after arriving fresh-faced to Pakistan. What plays out subverts our expectations of Bush/Cheney era torture tactics.

It’s less of Jack Bauer-fueled “Where is the bomb?” stylings and more a drawn-out game of carrot-and-stick lead by an outwardly bipolar interrogator, played by Jason Clarke, performing the role of both the good and bad cop but the result is equally, if not more, distressing.

This is a harsh reality where humanity is chiseled away. Like Chastain’s Maya, we know we can look away from the water-boardings taking place in front of us but that know we need to watch.

Many have pointed fingers at director Katheryn Bigelow (The Hurt Locker) and screenwriter Mark Boal (The Hurt Locker) for legitimizing the use of torture but these accusations are a little more than fuzzy.

While these factual accounts may raise an opportunity to debate American intelligence gathering techniques, to accuse Bigelow of supporting torture is analogous to accusing Coppola of aggrandizing gangster vengeance or Spielberg of reveling in dino mass murder.

A documentarian should not be held accountable for the views and mannerisms of their subjects as Bigelow should not be for hers. Her task her is to present a true story in an interesting manner- to play mediator between art and reality. In that capacity, she has exceeded herself.

But let us delve further into the film itself. Zero Dark Thirty is a slow-moving train with a foregone conclusion but the strength of the film lies in the amplification of our emotional investment which, for the most part, delivers.

The story at the center is truly miraculous and one that needed to be told. In essence, it’s the tale of a modern unsung American heroine who pursued her convictions to the point of disrepute and chastisement.

Losing nearly everything along the way, Maya is a woman on a mission- a mission to kill the most high profile terrorist to ever live. But don’t expect this mission to involve shadowy espionage and state-of-the-art gadgetry as most of it plays out in a cubicle. This is realism 101.

It’s hardly a spoiler to say that her goal is eventually executed but don’t expect a “Mission Accomplished” banner. No, it’s a deeper film than that- a film that explores the consequences of obsession and the nature of patience, the burying of grief and the pain of success. Lacking are the tattered flags, melodramatic victory speeches and hoorahs of pro-Americano filmmakers like Michael Bay, replaced by a more forward looking message of “where do we go from here?”

To think that this film was originally constructed without the eventual tagging of Osama Bin Laden is shocking. I truly cannot imagine this film without that cathartic pinnacle. It’s a testament to Bigelow’s talent that she could even conceive of this film prior to his eventual take down but also points to some of the film's flaws.

While it’s hard to pinpoint Bigelow’s intent, much of the film is a series of knitted together factoids-- little vignettes that play into the overarching mission but often do little to gain much traction towards that goal. This plodding storytelling makes some moments seem inconsequential and burden the film making it at times yawnable.

Having said that, the perceived boringness does play into the central message of intelligence and heroism as patience. So is Bigelow in effect challenging the audience to undertake this same patience to prove a point about heroism? We can only wonder.

To some, Zero Dark Thirty may overindulge in its 157 minute run time, but to call the end product unfulfilling is to misunderstand the journey. This is not a ragtag, shoot-em-up, tag ‘em and bag ‘em, round up a posse, rara America scenario. This is carefully constructed, meticulously plotted realism. It’s a procedural in both product and process and the end result is a modern history lesson that sneaks an age old adage about the notion of heroism.

Movie Review: "Les Miserables" Is an Uneven Time Consumer

les-mis-poster"Les Misérables"
Directed by Tom Hooper
Starring Hugh Jackman, Russell Crowe, Anne Hathaway, Amanda Seyfried, Eddie Redmayne, Helena Bonham Carter, Sacha Baron Cohen, Samantha Barks


Tom Hooper's all singing, all dancing Les Misérables is in a word: long. Based on the musical of the same name by Alain Boublil and Claude-Michel Schönberg, which was adapted in turn from Victor Hugo's 1862 novel, this massively scaled production features a whopping 49 musical numbers that fill the entirety of the film's 160 minute runtime.

Les Misérables charts the 33 year transformation of Jean Valjean from convict to factory owner to adoptive parent as he runs from the shadow of his former self and uptight lawman, Inspector Javert, in search of redemption.

Hooper experimented with the novel idea of recording all the songs "live." Instead of going the traditional route of pre-recording songs in a studio and lip-singing along for the feature, all of the songs were belted out in front of the camera and used for final cut. This unique approach to the feature film is surely original and allows the actors an unbound freedom to emote in the moment but the end result is extremely uneven.

The film starts strong with some outstanding acting and powerful musical numbers but immediately illuminates an obvious fact: some of the performers pipes aren't quite up to snuff.  

From the opening number, "Look Down,"  the vocal capacity of Hugh Jackman seems limited. Although he's no stranger to musical theater- he won a Tony for "The Boy from Oz" in 2004- he just doesn't possess the power and intensity to fit the bill of the trumpeting ballads of Jean Valjean. Don't get me wrong, Jackman is a terrific actor and has a palpable intensity burning behind his eyes but he's just not a terrific singer and that's all this film is about.

Most insulting however is Jackman's unorthodox handling of the revered tunes he's handling. It's one thing to adjust a piece of music in order to make it seem more natural and suiting for the silver screen but he so drastically alters the melodies and time signatures that few of the pieces he performs actually feel like songs. To call it butchery isn't a far stretch.

Another questionable bit of casting is Russell Crowe who fills the shoes of the least empathic law officer alive- Inspector Javert. Crowe again is a top notch thespian but his singing capabilities failed to impress. He didn't go out of a ten note range and everything from him sounded flat and spark-less. For a character  written with a drastic arc, he just wasn't very compelling and I felt little to nothing towards him for the entirety of the film.

On the other end of the spectrum is the stirring Anne Hathaway. It's no wonder why the trailer for the film features Hathaway's powerful rendition of "I Dreamed a Dream" as it is both the emotional and musical climax of the entire film. She jolts life and chills into the number with an intoxicating finesse and has all but solidified her position as front runner for Best Supporting Actress.

However once her little ditty is over, no other piece of acting or singing ever quite reaches those highs again…and this is only thirty or so minutes in.

Entering it's second act, the film begins to drag on and by the final act it's running on fumes. Jackman's acting with the eyes technique grows tiresome and his apparent lack of musical timing becomes more and more egregious especially in light of Hathaway's triumph.

The final 100 minutes is rounded out by a number of supporting cast that are equally hit or miss.

Amanda Siegfried, who plays Valjean's adopted daughter Cosette, suffers from an egregious case of Snow White syndrome, peddling a grating soprano that wears thin in her mere introductory moments. Her lover counterpart Marius, played by Eddie Redmayne, however offers a moving performance and actually does his tunes justice as does his secret admirer, Eponine (Samantha Barks.)

The consistent saving grace of the film though is the delightful pairing of Sacha Baron Cohen and Helena Bonham Carter as a duo of slimy innkeepers turned sewer rats. Although their singing isn't top notch by any standard, they never were expected to be and they crank up the comic relief, offering it up in generous heaps.

What it all boils down to is a picture without a man at the reins. Hooper quite obviously had massive aspirations but I can't help but feel that they got away from him time and time again. If you're executing a strictly musical adaptation of a widely known piece go with actors who can kill it in the vocal department. Crowe and Jackman were quite obviously miscast as the leading men and largely lack the chill factor that makes these musicals actually work. Everything is cracked up to 11 but there is the no backbone tying everything together.

Ultimately, Tom Hooper's experimental Les Misérables is a jigsaw of performances with no central momentum that is both exhaustive and exhausting.

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