Seattle’s One-Reel Film Festival 2014 – Sunday Roundup

SIFF Film Center projection room

The One-Reel Film Festival is part of Seattle’s renowned Bumbershoot music and arts festival. Throughout the weekend, I’ve had the opportunity to see short films from all over the world, some of which can be viewed online (I’ve included links below where applicable). The films were arranged into blocks of around an hour apiece, which I’ve arranged in presentation order below. Bold text means I enjoyed the film, and an asterisk (*) means it was my favorite film of that block. Skip to the bottom for a list of all the films that can be viewed online.

Click here for Saturday’s films
Click here for Monday’s films


 

Dance, Dance, Dance

Still from

  1. Bookin’ (Director: John Kirkscey, USA, 19 minutes)

    This film features two pairs of dancers exploring the evolution and future of a 30-year-old Memphis hip-hop dance style, gangster-walk, which has now become a much more refined style called “jookin'”, a beat-conscious fluid series of movements that much more closely resemble classical ballet to my untrained eye. There’s lots of standing on tip-toes (“getting on point”), smooth motions of toes and feet sliding along the floor, skillful spins, etc. The other pair, classical ballet dancers from New York, try to fuse jookin’ with ballet into a new style, which the group collectively dubs “Bookin’”. It’s a fascinating project, and we get some beautifully shot sequences of each style separately, but the biggest issue with this film was that I wanted more of the dancers together. It was perhaps a mistake to film this documentary entirely on the first day the dancers met, because they unfortunately acted like two pairs of strangers. They didn’t talk to each other much during the explanatory interstitial chats, and many of the choreographed dance sequences featured one dancer standing stock-still while the other performed. It was, to borrow one of their own lines, each dancer doing their own thing. The music (written by the director) is a fascinating blend of cello and hip-hop beats, and ultimately, the combined dance did come together pretty impressively. But I’m really not sure the dancers ever did.

    More info and trailer here.

  2. ME – Story of a Performance (Director: Jopsu Ramu, Finland/Japan/Estonia, 8 minutes)

    This is a fractured, self-indulgent mess of a dance film. The dancer (Johanna Nuutinen) can twist and writhe and contort her body into some very tricky and precise shapes, which would’ve been interesting to watch if the film weren’t so interested in showing off the various particle features in Adobe After Effects instead – or blurring and contrasting the white-clad dancer out of existence into the snow or fog of the background. This film is visually unpleasant to watch, and the music was constantly stopping and starting. The result can hardly be called dance, so much as a series of aborted and distracted maneuvers.

    More info and trailer here.

  3. Globe Trot (Director: Mitchell Rose, USA, 5 minutes)

    Reminiscent of the “Where the Hell is Matt” series, this video features a variety of different dancers (of all ages, races, sexes, and body types) performing the same choreographed dance around the world. All of the scenery is gorgeous and iconic (because of course it is), and there’s something exhilarating about watching one dancer begin a move in front of the Grand Canyon, and another complete it in front of St. Basil’s Cathedral in Moscow. This film was crowdsourced from 50 filmmakers around the world, so the variations in camera quality and cinematography style feel a bit odd – but this is a fun concept and execution nonetheless.

    More info, and watch the film here.

  4. Reflejos (Director: Jordan Jay Colvard/Carla María Negrete Martinez/Alisa Chanelle Dickinson, USA, 5 minutes)

    There’s something simultaneously aggressive, erotic, and sad on display in this film, with dancers shot in extreme closeup as they move around alternately in bed and in a park (Volunteer Park in Seattle?). A few of the movements feel reminiscent of “victim-control” stage combat techniques, with dancers grabbing each other by a scruff of hair, or with an arm around the torso, and the “victim” writhing back and forth from the simulated attack. And then the film would cut seamlessly back to a pair of women in their underwear precisely rolling around in a bedroom – together, then separately, and back again. The resulting message is not precise or coherent, but it is an undeniably fascinating performance, both in terms of choreography and cinematography.

    Watch it here (borderline NSFW).

  5. Beneath Our Own Immensity* (Director: Alia Swersky, USA, 10 minutes)

    Fascinating journey of a dance troupe under a complex series of freeway overpasses (seemingly, the north end of Seattle’s Ship Canal Bridge). The dancers begin as distinct entities, finding movement and performing complex stunts amid a field of hillside detritus – fencing sections, construction debris, etc. The music begins quite simply, relying heavily on the overhead rumble of traffic, then blends in other sounds – flowing water, billowing wind and dust, and eventually, the dancers seem to become one with the debris itself. They become mired in mud and dust, and their movements gradually begin to meld with the debris itself. A particularly intimate sequence features a man and woman hanging from a section of wooden fencing from various twists and contorted positions, then gradually sliding back down to earth, rolling over each other’s bodies, their movements always fluid and deliberate. And then the dance gets aggressive and loud as the ambient road and debris noise picks up. Exhilarating and well-shot.

    Watch it here.


 

Love…In the Afternoon

Still from

  1. The Crumb of It (Director: T.J. Misny, USA, 15 minutes)

    This film is beautifully acted, and deeply uncomfortable. A comedienne (Jocelin Donahue) and a pastry chef (Chioke Nassor) debate whether it’s possible to be in a relationship with someone who hates your greatest creative passion – he is tepid about her comedy, and she gets violently ill and terrified at the sight or taste of cake. There’s some deep insecurity (and, perhaps, manic depression) on display here, and the resulting relationship feels raw, intense, and authentic. This is part of a Kickstarter series of three shorts (titled Intimate Semaphores) intended to showcase female performers in meatier roles than mainstream projects tend to offer. This film did that in spades – Donahue’s performance is effective and deeply unnerving, and certainly made me curious to check out the others in the series.

    Watch it online here.

  2. Listening Is an Act of Love (Director: The Rauch Brothers, USA, 23 minutes)

    I’ll be blunt – I liked this film much more than I expected from the outset. It’s possible it spent too much time explaining the value of storytelling (literally as if to a child – the filmmaker’s nephew), when after years of exposure to This American Life, The Tobolowsky Files, and Risk!, I’m pretty well versed in that already. But I suppose I wasn’t the target audience for the first segment, and I’m sure some people have to be convinced of the project’s value. The film makes its pitch effectively before jumping into a series of deeply touching personal stories, rendered in the Rauch Brothers‘ Flintstones/Jetsons-cum-Flash style of animation.

    Watch it (and many other animated short stories) here.

  3. Life’s a Bitch* (Director: Francois Jaros, Canada (Québec), 6 minutes)

    A “romance procedural”, featuring a man dealing with the aftermath of a breakup. It hits many expected beats, but the storytelling method consists of shots that never exceed 1-2 seconds in length, and the result is a punctuated and highly amusing account of the next couple of months (or years?) of this man’s life (and, some might argue, downward romantic spiral). Quite charming.

    More info and subscription-based viewing here.


SIFF Fly Films 2014

This year, the Seattle International Film Festival (SIFF) challenged five local production companies to create a love letter to Seattle in a compilation affectionately titled, ‘Seattle, I Love You’.

  1. Sea Folk (Director: Morgan Henry and Josh Hayward, USA, 8 minutes)

    A loving non-narrative digital tribute to Seattle shipping and boating life – from the gorgeous opening drone (or helicopter?) shot of the city to the various individual boaters, to the “day-in-the-life” sequences aboard the SFD fire boat or the various Coast Guard cutters, as well as the passage of Puget Sound aboard the Washington State Ferries, each shot lovingly renders the unified aquatic world of Elliot Bay, Lake Union, and Puget Sound into something truly wondrous and otherworldly that completely envelops the city proper. The final shot, a first person view of one of Seattle’s vast car ferries returning to port, captures something so quintessentially Seattlelite – the grand feeling of knowing that you’ve seen true beauty and made it home.

    Watch it here.

  2. Fresh Pair (Director: Norma Straw, USA, 8 minutes)

    A mildly amusing look at running in Green Lake and the various weirdos you will encounter and eavesdrop on. These scenes felt just a bit too thoroughly staged, and the acting wasn’t great – the film never quite shakes the feeling that it is a Movie About Seattle rather than an actual story that happens to take place here.

    More info here.

  3. Open Mouth (Director: Randy Walker, USA, 8 minutes)

    Attempt #1: I wish I could properly evaluate this one, but the primary vocal track was not working. But the filmmakers, to their credit, gave a wonderful live rendition from their seats in the audience. Attempt #2: Success! A cute little family slice of life. The amusing awkwardness of old couples vs. teenage couples kissing is contrasted to great effect, even as a teenage boy improbably invites his parents along for his first date at the ice rink.

    Watch it here.

  4. Hannah & Otto (Director: Chris Volckmann, USA, 8 minutes)

    A cute Seattle love story – a pair of retail drones find themselves on a romantic collision course following a meet-cute in the bike lane. Well-shot, and a nice piano score.

    More info here.

  5. Secret* (Director: Tony Fulgham, USA, 8 minutes)

    Secret definitely shares some common themes with Open Mouth, in its contrast between older and younger couples, but is rendered as a drama rather than a family comedy. The various interactions between the older couple are almost entirely wordless, but reveal a level of comfort, both with their own lives, as well as their relationship, that is apparent in even cursory observation. They each have their own interests – he with his electronics and jazz, and she with her complex wire crafts – but they still enjoy a great many quiet moments together. This is contrasted sharply with the young lady next door, who is in an ailing long-term relationship with her live-in boyfriend of two years. When these unlikely neighbors finally meet, their interaction is brief and to the point, sharing a love of music and delivering some impressively subtle exposition about their respective levels of contentment with life. If the Seattle Freeze is a stereotype, this is a platonic ideal of the Friendly Seattleite. Then the old couple wordlessly squeezes hands in a quiet and comfortable moment, because for them, it’s just another nice day together.

    More info and trailer here (hey, this guy also directed the delightful SIFF 2014 trailer!).


Best of the Northwest

Still from

  1. The New West (Director: Peter Edlund, USA, 15 minutes)

    I love, love, love a noir detective story in a high school, and even as this film uses a familiar formula, it still feels aggressively modern and unpredictable. Like Straight Down Low below, this film borrows heavily from Brick, maintaining an entirely dramatic tone as it explores a dark and simple crime tale, well-told.

    More info here.

  2. The Bath* (Director: Mark Lundsten, USA, 25 minutes)

    Every tragedy is the same. And every tragedy is unique. In this depiction of a family dealing with an elderly woman (Kathleen Chalfant) with Alzheimer’s, every subtle touch feels completely authentic. Cheyenne Casebier‘s performance as Anna, the woman’s daughter, is especially strong, as she struggles in her simultaneous role as caregiver to a teenage daughter, and as guardian of her ailing parents. At its heart, this is a depiction of the inevitable end of Alzheimer’s, wherein its victims eventually have to leave home and receive professional care until their dying day.

    More info, trailer, and rent or purchase the film here (film is NSFW).

  3. Clarity (Director: Donald Saunderson, USA, 7 minutes)

    A man rides the train each day fantasizing about talking to a girl – indeed, imagines entire conversations with her (voiced over by the girl in question). The gradual, deepening sadness of this film is when it becomes apparent that the conversations are not flashforwards to a romance yet to come, but mere daydreams of a romance that will never be. There’s a fine line between having a “rich inner life” and being a dejected loner, and as the film pretty clearly spells out, that’s no way to live.

    More info here.


Films4Adults #2

  1. Aban + Khorshid (Director: Darwin Serink, USA, 13 minutes)

    This is a devastating story of a same-sex couple who is dragged off to death row in a country where their romance is illegal. The film cuts back and forth between the couple recording some sweet romantic banter on video, made even more heartbreaking after the first cut to their neighboring jail cells, as their every sweet moment on video is surely used as evidence for their conviction. This film ends exactly as it must, exactly as it still does in 7 countries even today, in 2014. The is a bit fantastical, in that it imagines that a country in which this couple’s love is a capital crime would permit that couple to comfort each other by sitting in neighboring prison cells before their execution. But even for its jailhouse confabulations that only the dead can truly bear witness to, this film speaks the truth. And it’s a story that must be told until its practice is lost to history.

    More info and trailer here.

  2. H7N3 (Director: Iris K. Shim, USA, 11 minutes)

    It may be that I spent the past week trying to destroy humanity with a designer malady in Plague Inc, but this film about a family dealing with a contagious little girl was a very effective drama for me, despite its seemingly played-out subject matter. A government doctor making house calls is already an alarmingly unfamiliar site, and C.S. Lee‘s strong performance as he struggles between his humanity and his professional obligations is a sight to see, especially after previously only seeing him as the goofy Vince Masuka on Dexter.

    More info and trailer here.

  3. White Night (Director: Sabrina Sarabi, Germany, 21 minutes)

    Fuck this movie, and its boring and ill-established pretense of wordless superior meaning in sexual humiliation and rape that springs forth inorganically out of a couple’s bedroom malaise. In the film’s final shot, the couple lies in bed not looking at each other, looking slight and pissed off. And that’s the one emotion I personally experienced by the film’s end.

    More info here.

  4. Straight Down Low* (Director: Zach Wechter, USA, 25 minutes)

    It’s a good sign for a short film’s worldbuilding chops when 5 minutes in, I’m not only on board with its Shakespearean-twinged, gangland premise, but I would happily watch an entire TV series based on it. I love a high school detective story, and Shamar Sanders‘ “The Student” is as instantly charming and captivating a detective character as Joseph Gordon-Levitt in Brick, or Kristen Bell in Veronica Mars. In fact, the film borrows a few character elements directly from Brick, even if its overall aesthetic is more like a higher-stakes, non-musical West Side Story. I’ll stop talking now so you can watch it.

    Watch it here (NSFW).

  5. EFFED! (Director: Renny Maslow, USA, 19 minutes)

    Another One-Reel, another refreshing new genre mashup. In this case, a post-apocalyptic buddy comedy featuring two guys riding a tandem bike in the middle of nowhere. Like Zombieland before it, this film has a very sweet and optimistic streak underneath its cynicism, finding great humor in the idea that people who rob and squabble with each other for resources in an anarchist wasteland can still, on occasion, be decent to each other. And it’s hilarious.

    Watch it here (NSFW).


Quick List: All of the films that are available online

A note on “NSFW”… Suffice to say, I saw a lot of films this weekend. The ones that I specifically remember containing adult content, I’ve marked as Not Safe For Work. However, outside of the “Films4Families” block, I can’t guarantee that the others will be entirely appropriate. Viewer discretion is advised.

Seattle’s One-Reel Film Festival 2014 – Saturday Roundup

SIFF Film Center projection room

The One-Reel Film Festival is part of Seattle’s renowned Bumbershoot music and arts festival. Throughout the weekend, I’ve had the opportunity to see short films from all over the world, some of which can be viewed online (I’ve included links below where applicable). The films were arranged into blocks of around an hour apiece, which I’ve arranged in presentation order below. Bold text means I enjoyed the film, and an asterisk (*) means it was my favorite film of that block. Skip to the bottom for a list of all the films that can be viewed online.

Click here for Sunday’s films
Click here for Monday’s films


Films4Families #1
Still from

  1. The Dam Keeper* (Director: Dice Tsutsumi and Robert Kondo, USA, 18 minutes)
    “My father always said that a dam keeper’s job is to keep the darkness at bay.” So says the opening voiceover, as we see a little pig begin his daily grind of spinning up a windmill atop a gargantuan dam that overlooks his town. The piglet’s father is gone at the outset, leaving him as the sole guardian of what seems to be an important function for the town. This film has a gorgeous animation style – bright, colorful, cheery watercolor animation contrasted sharply with a cloud of impending darkness that lurks just outside of view. This piglet does not have a happy life – dealing with loneliness, boredom, and bullying at school. It is with a little fox character that the film introduces an alternate method of keeping the darkness at bay – creativity. Armed with his charcoal and sketch pad, the fox can mock anything or anyone with impunity, and takes a keen interest in the piglet’s misery. This was a deeply touching film, with an arresting visual style, opening with a gorgeous watercolor shot of a windmill spinning to life over the sunrise, seemingly blowing away the darkness. It dabbled in various means of keeping the darkness at bay- friends, keeping busy, the arts- but the film’s ultimate message seems to be that no single thing can do the job completely. The film also featired a beautiful mixed piano/strings score – quite poignant.

    More info and trailer here.

  2. Cootie Contagion (Director: Josh Smooha, USA, 8 minutes)
    This is a fun, trifling film about boys being silly. The visual style is uniform, Disney-channel brightness – quick cuts, and slightly better comedic timing than general acting quality. And really, that’s fine. It functions as a very slight parody of Contagion, complete with a children-only version of a CDC biohazard lab.

    More info and trailer here.

  3. The Magic Ferret (Director: Alison Parker, Canada, 12 minutes)
    A boy at an orphanage performs magic for some prospective parents, and lo, they adopt him. It’s sweet, but there’s not much to it.

    More info, trailer, and DVD available here.

  4. Little Big Hero (Director: Nirali Somaia, Australia, 6 minutes)
    A little donkey in the woods is befriended by a slightly cloying and obnoxious little girl who names him Fettuccine and decorates him with lots of girly accoutrements, including ribbons and a tutu. The animation style is a bit odd, with the characters drawn as outlines only, the background scenery visible through their transparent bodies. The music style is very Looney Tunes. A fun little trifle.

    More info and trailer here.

  5. Spacebound (Director: Kyle Moy and Ellen Su, USA, 3 minutes)
    A boy and his dog play in space as the boy runs out of oxygen. The animation is extremely basic CGI – Jimmy Neutron by way of Reboot, but lacking the context and background details of either of those. The animation looked cheap and primitive, and many foreground elements were oddly blurry. They bounce around a tiny planet with rings, some asteroids, then…the boy runs out of oxygen? So presumably they both die five seconds after the credits roll?

    Watch it here.


 

Face the Music

Still from

  1. The Boombox Project (Director: Paul Stone, USA, 8 minutes)
    An interesting behind-the-scenes look at an eponymous photography exhibit featuring a variety of old boomboxes – photographed in various locales, street corners, subway signs, juxtaposed with graffiti, etc. Artist Lyle Owerko talks about how he tracked them down, what generational period he’s looking to catalog like an anthropologist, etc. The boomboxes have so much character, especially in an era of interchangeable iPods and crappy white earbuds. Music players of that era brought people together – whether they liked it or not – and it’s evident from their various “battle scars” that they’ve seen a variety of situations. The first two minutes of the film function as a portfolio of Owerko’s prior work, and it’s good stuff.

    Watch it here.

  2. Moving Out (Director: Sean McCarthy, USA, 6 minutes)
    A very well-made mixed-media music video, featuring a girl guitarist named Cassandra Farrar singing her way through the post-breakup process. The video begins with her opening and tearing apart an elaborate (and partially animated) album of her relationship, then ventures into a lot of other places, as the girl wanders through photographs, paintings, and CGI land and skyscapes. The song is catchy, evocative of late-90s girl-guitar acts like Michelle Branch.

    Watch it here.

  3. Flower Shop (Director: Philip Knowlton, USA, 19 minutes)
    Flower Shop begins as a fascinating historical chronicle of a Harlem flowershop, continuously open and family-owned for three generations, from the 1930s up to 2011, when declining business and increasing competition from street vendors and supermarkets forced the store to finally close, just two weeks after being honored publicly by the borough president of Manhattan. It is a deeply personal tale of Phil Young, who finds himself carrying on the previous generation’s dream and skillset (reminiscent of Jiro Dreams of Sushi), then gradually coming to terms with the end of an era, both for him personally, and for the neighborhood at large. The next chapter of his life is off and running by the end of the film, returning to a passion that had always taken a backseat to the flowershop – music/drums.

    Trailer here.

  4. Flor de Toloache (Director: Jenny Schweitzer, USA, 4 minutes)
    A brief chronicle of the struggles and impressive music of an all-female mariachi band. Good music, but not much depth.

    Band’s official website, with performance videos here.

  5. Flamingo (Director: Carl Zitelmann, Venezuela, 6 minutes)
    This Spanish-language music video is a nightmarish parody of Merrie Melodies, incorporating old black and white stereotype characters. The animation is deceptively simple, mixing simple foreground 2D elements with complex backgrounds – starscapes, ocean, etc. There were things in this video that I’ve never seen before – and that’s not always a good thing. Case in point, the main character gets swallowed by a spider (who is voraciously devouring a string of people and spitting out the bones), then pooped out, entirely whole, into outer space. Without the language skills to comprehend what’s going on, all I could do was admire the well-rendered disturbance of it all. Like Pearl Jam might say, it’s evolution, baby.

    Watch it here.

  6. Love in the Time of Advertising* (Director: Matt Berenty and David Bokser, USA, 8 minutes)
    A grand allegory on consumption, in the form of a love story between a lanky man trapped in a billboard, and the cute fat lady with glasses next door. And I point that out only by way of mentioning how uncommon a visual choice this is. Fat ladies don’t get to be primary romantic leads, and this film’s casual inclusion of such a “casting” choice (and little-to-no mention made of it) was not lost on me. The animation is gorgeous, featuring dozens or possibly hundreds of wonderfully biting and satirical billboard ads. I wanted to pause the film and read every last one of them – everything from the print style to the choice of imagery was clearly subject to a great deal of care and attention. The story is told entirely through the man’s narration (in the form of a rhyming story song) as he tries to find the perfect advertising message to win the fair lady’s heart. Decades pass, and it becomes clear that this couple is as much the butt of the movie’s satire as any of the other (entirely unseen) characters in this world – he with his hermitage and apparent inability to climb down to the lady’s house and say hi, and she with her dutiful purchases of every single thing that he puts on the billboard, to the point of her house cracking and spilling open like a hoarder nest. It’s a wonderful dark comedy in the end.

    Watch it here.


 

Ripped From the Headlines

Still from

  1. The Forgotten (Director: David Feldman, USA, 14 minutes)
    The Forgotten, or Los Olvidados, is an art project envisioned by Ramiro Gomez, an LA nanny and photographer. His medium, apart from photography, is painted cardboard cutouts of gardeners, movers, maids, nannies – service positions overwhelmingly occupied in California by Hispanic people – people like himself, who are easily overlooked and just as easily forgotten. Gomez takes this concept of temporary people out to a remote section of the Arizona desert, crafting a sad scene of a migrant family who has just buried a loved one who succumbed to the heat while trying to cross into the US – a fate shared by several thousand migrants each year. It’s a sad reminder amid the juvenile border crisis just how many people wander into the desert and never come back. Regardless of one’s feelings on border policy or immigration status, it’s easy for our limited monkey brains to forget that the others who are suffering in a bad situation are still human beings just like us.

    More info and trailer here.

  2. Marmato, Colombia. golden relics from the earth (Director: Santiago Ramirez, Colombia, 9 minutes)
    A sad tale of an intractable situation – a town full of traditional miners will soon cease to exist, owing to a deal struck between the government and an unnamed multinational to drastically speed up and technologically infuse the mining process, extracting in 20 years what it would’ve taken the local miners centuries to extract by hand. And as always, jobs, homes, and livelihoods are destroyed. This film tells a sad story, but doesn’t really explore its issues with any depth. It doesn’t name the company involved, or interview any of the decision-makers. It doesn’t really even show any footage of what it’s talking about – it’s just a string of disconnected voiceover tracks (often with poor sound quality), playing over unrelated footage of the town and hand-mining process, completely devoid of any context or connection. I didn’t come away from this film feeling like even the filmmakers understood the situation they were trying to document, and I certainly didn’t gain any greater understanding myself. I suppose it’s possible to find such ignorant and vehement rage poignant – they don’t even know why their lives are being destroyed. But I never had that reaction.

    More info here.

  3. Not Anymore: A Story of Revolution* (Director: Matthew VanDyke, USA, 15 minutes)
    Nour Kelze is a captivating figure – a young woman who speaks in flawless English about the horrifying experience that is her life amid the Syrian Civil War. This film is hard to watch, demands action that I can’t define or personally affect, and celebrates the bravery and fatalism of a generation forced to grow up and take control of their world, and accept the possibility and likelihood of imminent death. Nour speaks in a perfunctory manner about her life before the war – all the nice things she used to have and wear. Now, she wears a helmet, a flak jacket, and most importantly, a camera strap. She talks repeatedly about how ready she is to die, and knows it could come at any moment. And in a heartbreaking moment, she recounts the death of a friend, as close as a brother, who was shot to death on that very spot – intercut with video footage of the actual incident.

    The film ends with a soldier giving a darkly comedic monologue next to Nour sitting and petting a stray cat. There are cats in Syria, he says, and perhaps Americans would care about the situation if someone filmed the cats and stuck them on YouTube. And yet, even as he’s facetiously calling out the first world for ill-defined assistance, he never once abdicates the responsibility he and his countrymen have undertaken as revolutionaries. He’s not demanding American action – he’s just cracking wise and dark about the situation. And in the process, he also speculates that animals probably have more rights in America than the people have in Syria under al-Assad’s regime. It’s heartbreaking and hilarious and matter-of-fact. This is a hard film to watch, but it is required viewing.

    Watch it here, more info here.

  4. Isle de Jean Charles (Director: Emmanuel Vaughan-Lee, USA, 9 minutes)
    This is the way the world ends. With the seas rising and the land receding in an undeniable slow-motion apocalypse – with people standing around saying that only God knows when their island will disappear. This is a film about denial, if nothing else. It reveals that the marvelous sci-fi world of Beasts of the Southern Wild, featuring a vanishing island off the Louisiana coast, did not require nearly as much cinema magic as it seemed. Throughout this town, there are signs of storm damage and imminent decay. Trees poisoned from beneath by rising salt water, and withering away. Structures half-destroyed and abandoned. This looks like a set from The Walking Dead, and it’s a place where people still live today.

    Watch it here.

  5. After Trayvon (Director: Alex Mallis, USA, 6 minutes)
    A group of young black men have a dialogue in a Brooklyn park about what the world is like for them now after the death of Trayvon Martin – or what it was already like before. When the 300-pound bald man with a gigantic beard tells the camera that perhaps, pretty please, people could stop looking at him like he’s about to mug them (even as a large man myself, my first thought was admittedly “He could kill me with one punch”), the film gives the sense that even he doesn’t believe that’s a realistic expectation. And several of the men admit that even as they’re mistreated and profiled and stopped relentlessly by police, they are still warier among fellow black men than with whites.

    And you know what? Fuck this. As a white man, I won’t pretend to speak intelligently about their experiences, except to say that they sound terrible. There’s a lone skinny white kid sitting with the group, not saying a thing, and that’s how I feel watching this movie as the town of Ferguson implodes after another incident in which a young black man was killed. I can only imagine these men reconvened in the park this week for another intractable chat about the situation. And I can’t say anything to the men in this film except… That is awful. And I don’t know how to fix it. But I am listening.

    Watch it here.


Best of SIFF 2014: Audience Award Winners

Still from

  1. Fool’s Day* (Director: Cody Blue Snider, USA, 20 minutes)
    There’s one of these every year, usually in the Films4Adults series… There are those who would argue that making a film like this, featuring a class of elementary schoolers dealing with the grisly aftermath of an April Fool’s joke on their teacher, is morally reprehensible. And those boring assholes are correct. But this film is wickedly funny, and carries on with a short-form joke far longer than a typical short film would – to its maximum extent. This feels like a solid episode of South Park, with many subtle touches and gags that elevate its simple premise to some lasting grisly amusement.

    Watch it here.

  2. The Hero Pose (Director: Mischa Jakupcak, USA, 13 minutes)
    A divorcé, Joe (Chaske Spencer) and his daughter Mia (Nikki Hahn) hang out at his Missoula home, waiting for potential Craigslist buyers to come pick up his ailing car. The girl is perhaps 8-10 years old, and seems rather smart for her age, recognizing the dysfunction in her father’s solo existence. Every moment and line of dialogue in this film felt authentic and beautiful – a particularly poignant moment occurs when Mia asks Joe about the possibility of a “good divorce”, wherein her estranged mother and father remain friends, hang out together with their respective new romances. Joe pronounces it “bullshit”, but it’s clear that the concept appeals to him. This is a good day in a family that’s having a rough situation.

    More info and trailer here.

  3. Strings (Director: Pedro Solís García, Spain, 10 minutes)
    Things I had never seen animated prior to this film: a child with a disability that renders him paralyzed. This is a bright and cheery CG-animated tale of friendship between two kids – a boy, severely handicapped, and a girl, not. Her initial earnestness that the boy should simply move his hand like this (she says, demonstrating), or talk like this (“Ho-la!”) might come off as mean, if only the girl had a malicious bone in her body – she clearly does not. And she seeks to engage the boy in a level of simulated physical activity and stimulation that probably no one else had ever tried, or bothered. She ties a rope to his leg so he can “kick” a soccer ball, swings a skiprope over him and rolls him over it, etc. The film’s end credits reveal that it is based on a true story, giving it another layer of poignancy. It’s hard not to sound condescending when calling this girl a saint – what’s implicit in this declaration is that she’s getting very little in return for her care and interest. But what she’s doing here is certainly praiseworthy, even if a little sad.

    More info and trailer here; watch another film, “La Bruxa“, from the same director.

  4. Mr. Invisible (Director: Greg Ash, United Kingdom, 14 minutes)
    This film did an excellent job of making me bored and listless at the retired widower’s sad existence, which made the reveal that much more satisfying. That’s all I’m saying.

    More info here.


Tales of Science Fiction

Still from

  1. Invaders! (Director: John Schmidt, USA, 8 minutes)
    This seems like an internet-short for kids of the 90s – chock full of nostalgia for old video game hardware, and a fairly well-done visual effects demo. There’s not much to this, but if you like old video games, this is a well-made tribute.

    More info and trailer here…possibly? The director and star are the same, but it looks like a different film.

  2. The Landing* (Director: Josh Tanner, Australia, 18 minutes)
    This film takes place at the height of the Cold War – and, small pet peeve of mine, I did not need the news broadcast that mentioned JFK, Fidel Castro, and the phrase “Cold War” to confirm at its end that the broadcast takes place in 1960s (the prior rebroadcast of the 1930s radio special “War of the Worlds” notwithstanding). There’s an orgy of evidence that this takes place on a farm in the 1960s – even if it all felt just a little bit off. Perhaps the humongous barn was CGI – hard to say. It’s probably a poor mark for the pace of an 18-minute film that I found myself checking my watch by the halfway point – the film’s first half just felt like it was going through the motions. Something crashes in the field, bing-bang-boom, drunken father goes out into the field with a shotgun, bang-boom-pow, he has [something] from the spaceship hidden in the barn, and eventually his kid will see it. So…get on with it. While the film’s exposition and shorthand (e.g. An ever-present flask for the father’s alcoholism) was overbearingly rendered, the father’s toy-soldier psychology was interesting. He has an inferiority complex of sorts due to not fighting (presumably in WWII or Korea) like his soldier brothers, and he has a significant interest in warfare, who the enemy is, and so forth. While I was bothered by the first half’s slow pace, this surprisingly high-stakes father-son dilemma stuck with me a good deal more than I expected it to – and the ending was definitely worth it.

    Watch it online here.




    Quick List: All of the films that are available online

    A note on “NSFW”… Suffice to say, I saw a lot of films this weekend. The ones that I specifically remember containing adult content, I’ve marked as Not Safe For Work. However, outside of the “Films4Families” block, I can’t guarantee that the others will be entirely appropriate. Viewer discretion is advised.

Mike Cahill’s “I Origins” – A faithful rendition of the scientific method

Poster for

Editor’s note: You can also check out our in-depth discussion of I Origins on the FilmWonk Podcast.

I worry that some people will come away from I Origins believing that it has abandoned its post in the apocalyptic battle between science and religion – that after spending easily half the film with atheistic scientist Dr. Ian Gray (Michael Pitt) fastidiously attempting to model each of the evolutionary steps in the development of the human eye, the film veers off into more conventional territory. That by delving into the supernatural, the film strips away its ambitions and becomes yet another Hollywood-kumbaya tale of how we should probably all just get along and believe what we want. But based on the evidence presented in the film, this couldn’t be further from the truth.

In the film’s opening scene, Ian meets Sofi (Àstrid Bergès-Frisbey), a model with whom he strikes up an immediate connection (i.e. they have sex in a house-party bathroom 30 seconds after meeting each other). To the film’s audience, they merely have chemistry. But to Sofi, they are driven by destiny. She believes that they knew each other in a past life, and that their improbable meet-cute is proof-positive of their supernatural connection. Like all manic pixies, she swoops away before Ian can get her name, and when they subsequently meet for real and strike up a whirlwind romance, one thing is clear – these two are deliciously, recklessly in love with one another, almost to the point of absurdity, given Ian’s care and attention to detail when it comes to his scientific pursuits.

His study is molecular biology, with a focus on the evolution of the human eye. His lab assistant Karen (Brit Marling) and fellow researcher Kenny (Steven Yeun) seek to fill in the gaps in scientific understanding of the evolution of the human eye, in order to silence one of the most prominent rallying cries of intelligent design – the notion of irreducible complexity. As the idea goes, certain structures, such as the human eye, are so biologically complex that they could not have evolved on their own from simpler structures without the guiding hand of an intelligent designer. There’s plenty more to read on this subject, but the film offers a fascinating treatment of the issue. Karen proffers that the human eye clearly did evolve, so the gaps are irrelevant – why waste time trying to fill them in? Ian counters by explaining that the gaps matter precisely because they’re being used to shoot scientifically inaccurate holes in evolution. The film distills the essence of scientific understanding into this simple back-and-forth. Why do we need to fill in the gaps? Because they’re there, and because we think we can.

Karen takes this ball and runs with it, trying to find an extant animal species that does not possess the ability or organs for the sense of sight, but possesses a particular gene that indicates that it could develop the trait. With 400,000+ sightless species to choose from, this is truly a needle-in-haystack pursuit, but Karen and Ian believe that if this species exists, they could genetically engineer an eye from scratch by forcing each of the incremental mutations to happen one at a time. Force the animal first to sense the presence of light, then its intensity, then its direction, and so on – until you have something like an earthworm with a human eye. These are the two competing forces that drive the first half of the film – there’s Ian’s romance with Sofi, driven by love (and, in Sofi’s case, by faith as well). And then there’s his drive to explain some of the deepest mysteries of the origins of life.

Still from

“Why do you work so hard to disprove God?” asks Sofi. “Disprove him?” replies Ian, “Who said that anyone has proven him?” Sofi’s perspective is underdeveloped and underplayed, and I’d say this is easily the film’s biggest weakness. It became evident as the film went on that this was likely a deliberate choice on Cahill’s part (Karen gets a bit marginalized as well) but I still found myself wishing for more. The film’s second half leans more heavily on Ian’s cataloguing of individual iris patterns. That is to say, he compulsively photographs people’s eyes whenever he meets them – it’s just a thing he does. And this is when the film begins to dip more heavily into the raging inferno of science vs. faith. I can’t speak at length on this subject without spoiling the film’s brilliant and mostly unpredictable second half, so I’ll just say two things.

First, Brit Marling, even for her medium-sized part in this film, continues to offer one of the most compelling screen presences I’ve seen.  I’ve enjoyed her performances in both films I’ve liked and disliked (including Mike Cahill’s last, Another Earth). Karen is actively driving the team’s research for much of the film, which is interesting, but many of Marling’s best moments come later in the film. There’s a difficult and awkward scene between Ian and Karen late in the film that was absolutely pitch-perfect. Both characters put their humanity on display in a manner that was completely unexpected. This scene was raw, real, and I can’t imagine any other pair of actors pulling it off so well.

Still from

Second, this film directly addresses a point raised in the recent Ken Ham/Bill Nye debate on creationism. Just like most of Hollywood’s attempts to mingle science and faith, I personally found this debate to be a waste of time – a protracted exercise in feckless back-patting for either side. But there were two very telling answers to a question from the audience. The question, in broad strokes, was this: “What, if anything, could change your position on this issue?” You can view their answers in full in this video, but here’s an approximation. For Creationist Ken Ham, the answer was essentially “Nothing could change my mind. I’m a Christian.” For Science Guy Bill Nye, the answer was… “A single piece of evidence.”

That’s the scientific process in a nutshell – we find a piece of evidence that contradicts prior theories, so we test on and develop new ones. I Origins sets itself apart from other half-hearted Hollywood dalliances in science and religion by presenting scientists who really act like scientists. In the face of an anomaly that challenges their prior understanding, their reaction is…let’s do more science. This is a superlative point made in a subtle enough manner that I’m genuinely concerned about the audience taking the wrong idea away from the film. But all I can say is where the evidence took me personally on this film. It was a gripping, fascinating, and deeply affecting film, and it succeeded in exploring some complex and cutting-edge issues in a manner that felt consistently human and relatable. It is a stunning piece of near-future sci-fi, and easily one of the finest films of the year.

FilmWonk rating: 8.5 out of 10

FilmWonk Podcast – Episode #52 – “Earth to Echo” (dir. Dave Green)

Poster for "Earth to Echo"

This week on the podcast, Glenn and Daniel take on a found-footage tribute to E.T. with Earth to Echo. With bitter (albeit well-casted) memories of J.J. Abrams’ Super 8 firmly in our heads, this film had a great deal of baggage to overcome. Did it manage to turn nostalgia into a film worth watching on its own merits? Find out below (28:48).

May contain NSFW language.

FilmWonk rating: 7 out of 10

Show notes:

  • Music for tonight’s episode is the track “21 Flights” by Heavy English, from the film’s soundtrack.

Listen above, or download: Earth to Echo (right-click, save as, or click/tap to play on a non-flash browser)

FilmWonk Podcast – Episode #48 – “Blended” (dir. Frank Coraci)

Poster for

This week on the podcast, Glenn and Daniel take a break from their SIFF coverage to revisit some old cinematic friends from their teenage years, Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore, who regroup for a zany family rom-com set in South Africa. Sure. Why not?

Several reasons, as it turns out (24:56).

May contain NSFW language.

FilmWonk rating: 4 out of 10

Show notes:

  • Music for tonight’s episode includes the track “Hasa Diga Eebowai“, from the original cast recording of “Book of Mormon: The Musical”, and “Hakuna Matata” from “The Lion King”.
  • We speculated about the security arrangements at Sun City, and apparently it does have armed guards (who engaged in a shootout with heavily armed casino robbers in 2010). I’m sure they’re at least as well-armed as Disneyland must be. A 2005 review in The Independent referred to Sun City as “South Africa-lite“, which was pretty much our assessment as well.
  • Correction: Sandler’s age as of this writing is 47, not 50.

Listen above, or download: Blended (right-click, save as, or click/tap to play on a non-flash browser)

Nicholas Stoller’s “Neighbors” – A raucous ode to the ethical fratboy

Poster for "Neighbors"

My worldview as I approach my thirties can probably be summed up like this: I realize I don’t know everything about everyone, and I’m a bit more willing to dismiss the annoying behavior of people in a different stage of life than me. Whether a crying baby or a drunk reveler in public crashing into me, I total up the minuscule degree to which they’re actually affecting my life, slip on my noise-canceling headphones, and think to myself, “Well, that’s just what they do.” It won’t last, I’m sure. But it’s certainly the correct mindset to enter Nicholas Stoller‘s latest comedy, Neighbors, driven as always by a cadre of well-defined, occasionally sympathetic, and constantly hilarious characters. This is a film that is driven by the right kind of central conflict – one between two sympathetic sides with mostly legitimate grievances, who take turns pushing things way too far. This is full-bore comedic warfare between a frathouse, led by metaphorical brothers Teddy (Zac Efron) and Pete (Dave Franco), and their neighbors, new parents Mac and Kelly Radner (Seth Rogen and Rose Byrne).

And as always, Stoller (Forgetting Sarah Marshall, The Five-Year Engagement) – along with comedic editorial alumnus Zene Baker (This Is the End) – has a brilliant sense of pacing, spending just enough time with each group initially to establish them all as sympathetic characters before the mayhem begins. This is Animal House by way of “Game of Thrones”, and I don’t make the latter reference lightly. The film’s script is sprinkled with subtle nods to the George R.R. Martin series, including plying the smallfolk of the neighborhood with the labor of an army of pledge-slaves. The frat brothers also spend several minutes expounding on the dubiously-sourced history of their group (which includes the invention of beer pong and the toga party), then recite an oath fit for a raunchier version of the Night’s Watch. They’re even desperate for their exploits to earn them a place on the Wall. And President Teddy is the consummate ethical fratboy. He refuses to abuse his power and simply place his group’s picture onto the wall until they’ve done something legendary to earn it.

Still from "Neighbors" movie

The dynamic between the Radners is equally complex – Kelly is a tailor-made excuse for Rose Byrne to use her native Aussie accent, as well as a brilliant undermining of the typical dynamic between irresponsible husband and henpecking wife. Rogen’s character has the audacity to call out Kevin James films as the chief offenders in this regard, but let’s be honest – this is just a slightly less dysfunctional sequel to Rogen’s own Knocked Up (notwithstanding the sequel it actually spawned). In a way, this feels like a 90-minute apology for every film in which the wet-blanket wife is relegated to sensible interference with the hero’s insane antics – and as an aside, it’s also an apology for every movie in which the sole black member of the fraternity is relegated to dealing nothing but inane catchphrases. It’s not as if Garf (Jerrod Carmichael) is a main character within the frat (any more so than Scoonie (Christopher Mintz-Plasse) or Assjuice (Craig Roberts)), but he at least has a personality, a few lines of dialogue, and some desires of his own. In terms of racial dynamics within a college comedy, it’s a modicum of progress.

But back to the Radners for a moment – Rogen is funny as ever, but he’s not straining himself here. If you like the way he drops F-bombs, consumes narcotics, and takes off his clothes, there’s plenty to enjoy. But Byrne delivers the latest in an impressive run of comedic performances, following Bridesmaids and Get Him To the Greek, proving more than a match for Rogen as they gradually escalate the situation. Mac’s plans start off gross and destructive – smack a water pipe with an axe, and flood the basement. Kelly’s are manipulative and borderline sociopathic – infilitrate the group and subtly sabotage the interpersonal dynamics. And occasionally, they swap strategies. It’s some pretty demented stuff – and it’s executed brilliantly. Speaking of demented, Ike Barinholtz was as strong and disturbing as ever. Best known for his breakout role on The Mindy Project, Barinholtz seems to specialize in characters with a skewed sense of reality, and he’s a ton of fun here. Carla Gallo isn’t bad either, and Lisa Kudrow gives a crack-up performance as the college’s deadpan dean.

Efron’s character is charming, but not quite as well-defined as the rest. This is essentially a more likable version of Van Wilder – a party monster who isn’t quite ready to graduate and face the real world. The film introduces this conflict with Teddy, Pete, and other members of the frat, but doesn’t do much with it, and semi-optimistically brushes the issue off at the film’s end. Despite acknowledging the imminent responsibilities that these college grads will soon have to deal with, the film doesn’t seem interested in addressing them in any real way. And I suppose that’s fine. The film is certainly funny enough to justify itself otherwise. Some of the raunchier gags (like “Standing here with our dicks in our hands”) worked nicely; others (like a dubious parenting gag involving some fake-looking breasts) did not. By and large, this film is a fun, refreshing take on the college gross-out comedy – easily the strongest since Old School.

FilmWonk rating: 7.5 out of 10

FilmWonk Podcast – Episode #46 – “The Amazing Spider-Man 2” (dir. Marc Webb)

Poster for "The Amazing Spider-Man 2"

This week on the podcast, Marc Webb, Andrew Garfield, and Emma Stone do whatever a spider can, and Glenn and Daniel are unimpressed. Listen below to hear why Glenn posted on Facebook that The Amazing Spider-Man 2 is “a tedious, exploitative, and aggressively stupid piece of disposable, commercial tripe” (45:05).

This episode contains even more NSFW language than usual. We were not happy campers with this film.

FilmWonk rating: 3 out of 10

Show notes:

  • Music for this episode comes from a pair of Spider-Man TV series theme songs. The first is the classic 1967 animated series theme, with lyrics by Paul Francis Webster and music by Bob Harris. The second is from the 1994 Fox Kids’ animated series, with music by Joe Perry of Aerosmith.
  • We didn’t realize when we compared this to Michael Bay‘s Transformers films that TASM2 was cowritten by none other than Alex Kurtzman and Roberto Orci, also the screenwriters behind Transformers and Transformers 2. They also cowrote last year’s Star Trek Into Darkness, which had many issues in common with this film in terms of insubstantial spectacle. We’re big fans of these guys from Alias and Fringe, but it may be time for them to return to TV for a while.
  • We compared the final battle with Electro to Animusic, a series of MIDI-visualization videos produced since the mid-1990s. There are plenty of them on YouTube… Here’s an example.
  • Indian Spider-Man is a real thing.
  • Matt Singer from The Dissolve and Drew McWeeny from HitFix both liked this movie better than we did, but they wrote a pair of excellent thinkpieces about what an empty spectacle like this film means for the future of cinema:

Listen above, or download: The Amazing Spider-Man 2 (right-click, save as, or click/tap to play on a non-flash browser)

Mike Flanagan’s “Oculus” – A Skeptic’s Guide to Horror

Movie poster for

The James Randi Educational Foundation offers a $1,000,000 prize to anyone who can demonstrate, under proper observing conditions, evidence of any paranormal, supernatural, or occult power or event. Mike Flanagan’s Oculus presents a familiar scenario – a cursed object (in this case, a haunted mirror) – that can manipulate reality for anyone in the vicinity. And the film’s heroine, Kaylie Russell (Karen Gillan), seems just as committed as Randi to demonstrating the reality of these powers under properly controlled conditions. For a film that is about both mental illness and supernatural phenomena, Oculus has a magnificently skeptical attitude about the subject matter. Kaylie begins the film by setting up a series of battery-powered cameras, timed events according to battery-powered clocks, and, most importantly, a dead-man switch, in the form of a boat anchor, that will automatically destroy the mirror if its mechanical timer is not deactivated every thirty minutes. It’s Paranormal Activity as acted out by someone with basic critical thinking skills.

Kaylie is not alone in this quest – she is joined by her brother Tim (Brenton Thwaites), who has recently been released from a juvenile mental ward following his 21st birthday. The tragic events which led to his commitment are hinted almost immediately in dialogue, but revealed in detail over the course of the film. And the threat from the mirror becomes clear – it can manipulate either the perceptions of the people in the vicinity, or objective reality. And as the film gradually demonstrates as its masterful editing cuts back and forth between fantasy, reality, and flashback, there’s not a lot of difference between the two. This is really what makes Kaylie such an interesting character – her determination to expose the mirror’s true nature is only matched by her arrogance in presuming that she is any match for it.

Gillan – who is effecting a rather impressive American accent over her native Scottish brogue – plays Kaylie with a tough-as-nails attitude and convincing determination to prove that Tim is not responsible for their family’s tragic past- a claim that is essentially unprovable. And yet her biggest rival, apart from the mirror, is the brother himself. After over a decade in a mental hospital, Tim is well-armed with the kind of critical, reflective thinking (and sheer humility) that it takes to question one’s own perception of reality. Indeed, he has had it drilled into him, and probably reinforced with pharmaceuticals. He criticizes Kaylie for anomaly-hunting – poring through thousands of records to find the dozen or so that fit her tragic story. He trots out the basic logical standby that correlation does not prove causation. And yet, Tim is also biased in favor of reality as we know it, and Kaylie pushes back with a number of convincing methods of objectively measuring and demonstrating the mirror’s “influence”- a radius of potted plants for it to wilt, lights for it to turn off, and so on.

Still from

From this point on, I can’t discuss the finer details of the film’s story without hinting strongly at the mirror’s true nature. So instead, I’ll simply say that this film maintains tension remarkably well. The cat-and-mouse setup is strong, and while the third act leans a bit too far toward jump scares, the film’s gradually escalating tension is fueled by the fact that it’s simultaneously telling two taut and interesting stories. The first is the backstory of Kaylie and her brother as children (played wonderfully by Annalise Basso and passably by Garrett Ryan). We already know the ending of the first story, but as it plays back for the audience, it seems to simultaneously play back in the minds of the adult Kaylie and Tim in a way that could certainly sway the outcome of the present-day story. This film uses every trick up its sleeve to mess with the audience’s perceptions of reality in the same way as it does with its characters. Each time a new outrage appears onscreen, the audience is left to question whether or not they can trust what they’ve just seen, even as the characters are doing the same thing in dialogue.

This really seems like it should bother me on a structural level. The more the film messes with its internal narrative coherence, the less I should care what happens to its characters. But there are several reasons why this method works so well. First, as mentioned above, the film messes with its characters and the audience in equal measure. Second, these are intelligent, well-meaning characters on what seems from the outset like a doomed quest for revenge against an unbeatable enemy – whether that enemy is a magic mirror or their own fractured sanity and violent impulses. And third, while they didn’t choose what happened to their parents, they did choose what is happening to themselves. Mirror or no mirror, they are the architects of this film’s insanity, and they really didn’t have to be.

In a way, this makes the film’s screeching halt of an ending feel perfectly fitting. In a flash, we’re back to reality, and left to make sense of what has happened. That said, I could certainly see someone walking out of this film and listing every one of the factors above as shortcomings of the film. But in the end, Oculus terrified me on many levels (several of them through the varied horrifying expressions of Katee Sackhoff as the duo’s flashback-mother). This film is a marvelous companion piece and rebuttal to James Wan‘s The Conjuring, a film that took for granted both the veracity of its heroes’ supernatural claims, and their nobility and good intentions.

There are no good intentions in this film. Only hubris and rationality in the face of unrelenting terror.

FilmWonk rating: 8 out of 10

PS: Lest I end on such a pretentious line, I should probably mention that when the WWE Studios banner inexplicably appeared before this film, it elicited an embarrassingly loud “Huh.” from me, followed by chuckles across my screening audience. Now…I didn’t see John Cena in this film, but I can only assume that the WWE is interested in anything that can make its viewers question reality during a scripted performance. (BOOM!) But I suppose if History and The Learning Channel can let their content drift so far off course, we can afford the same privilege to pro wrestling.

Rob Thomas’ “Veronica Mars” – We asked for it…

Poster for "Veronica Mars"

As a member of the reviewing press, I sometimes get the chance to see films early, for free, or both. And like most critics (perhaps despite Kevin Smith‘s objections), I’ve never felt the need to declare this as a potential conflict of interest. But in this case, it seems incumbent that I mention I was a backer of the Veronica Mars Kickstarter project, a curious experiment in online crowdsourcing in which a bunch of fans of a little-watched rag-tag TV show decided to make a $5.7 million charitable donation to Warner Bros, a film studio that had $12 billion in revenue last year, and which probably spends that amount at Starbucks every week. I don’t raise this point to object in any way to my participation in the Kickstarter, nor to raise any doubts that its runaway success was the proximate cause of this film’s existence. But this is still a surreal new frontier for film production, and as both a financial backer of the film and a fan of the original UPN TV show, I must admit that I’m doubly unqualified to review this film with any objectivity, and should probably recuse myself from the discussion. Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, I’ll go ahead and review the film anyway!

Veronica Mars (Kristen Bell) is a former high school film-noir detective who returns to her hometown, the fictitious Neptune, CA, to help out her once and future boyfriend Logan Echolls (Jason Dohring), who has just been charged with the murder of his pop-star girlfriend, Bonnie DeVille, who is played in archive footage by Andrea Estrella, but is a conversion in both name and actress from original-series character Carrie Bishop, played at the time by Leighton Meester.

Confused yet? For the most part, you shouldn’t be. The connections to the original series seem almost purposefully tenuous. The film attempts to engage new viewers immediately with a quick recap of the major characters and accompanying voiceover from Bell. Like Serenity before it, this opening sequence sets the stage adequately while dispensing with most of the unnecessary backstory. Those few superfluous details that make it in from the show are little more than throwaway lines (remember when Logan’s father murdered his teenage girlfriend?), and merely serve to effectively build out the world of the film. Logan is a mostly reformed bad-boy, son of a disgraced (and deceased) movie star, and apparently on leave from an unspecified branch of the US Military. Veronica is a smart, capable, and occasionally ruthless woman who made it out of her corrupt (and filthy rich?) hometown to become a hotshot would-be attorney in New York City. And several other characters – Wallace (Percy Daggs III), Mac (Tina Majorino), and current boyfriend Stosh ‘Piz’ Piznarski (Chris Lowell) – seem unfortunately relegated to “old friend” status. We learn almost nothing about them, and they unfortunately contribute very little to the story. The same cannot be said for Veronica’s father, Keith Mars (Enrico Colantoni), who is a welcome and capable presence. The father-daughter dynamic is clear and unmistakable – and the tension as she asserts her adulthood and independence is both heartwarming and funny as the film goes on.

Still from "Veronica Mars"

All in all, the mystery was effective. To be honest, I was all set to call it “fun but predictable” before the last half hour rolled around, but the film takes many effective turns and crafts an elegant, if slightly hasty, solution to the Logan Echolls murder dilemma. I could mention several effective performances (including a stunning monologue by a talented and underused character actress – click here if you really want to know who I mean), but it honestly feels like a spoiler to even mention which performances spoke to me the most here. So I’ll just confine it to one: Kristen Bell herself. The most surprising adjective I could apply to the original property is “gritty”, especially when the protagonist is a high schooler. It takes an actor with an appropriate blend of intensity, humor, and (I daresay) vulnerability to pull off such a character, and Bell unambiguously owns the personage of Veronica Mars from the first frame.

Unfortunately, there is one problematic character in this film – the town of Neptune, CA itself. The film attempts to deliver a severely abridged rendition of The Wire, setting up a town with a corrupt police force (led by Jerry O’Connell) and a cycle of criminality that unrelentingly sucks good people back in. Much of this corruption centers around reformed gangbanger Eli ‘Weevil’ Navarro (Francis Capra), whose friendship with Veronica began when he smashed her headlights and threatened her life in the first episode of the series, and continues now that he has a wife, daughter, and legitimate business. This was always one of the most interesting characters on the show, and I regret to say, without that backstory to prop this character up, the film doesn’t earn the arc that it attempts to shoehorn in through about 10 minutes of total screentime for Navarro. And this wouldn’t be nearly so problematic if his arc didn’t inform Veronica’s decisionmaking so directly. Veronica’s central dilemma, of whether to move on to her high-profile job in NYC or stay and try to reform her broken hometown, feels like too big of a decision to resolve within the confines of a two-hour film that has its own story to contend with. The film seems to be trying to have its cake and eat it too, tying up and expanding the arc of the original series, while telling a higher-budget, self-contained, and PG-13 profanity-laden mystery story at the same time.

But I suppose that’s fine. A TV series continuing as a film always feels, to a degree, like expanded-universe fan-fiction. It simultaneously gives the fans what they want, and serves as a re-pilot for a series that will almost certainly never exist. And the more I describe this method, the more it reminds me of the aforementioned Serenity, another TV-show follow-on that I think handled its expanded universe slightly more effectively than Veronica Mars without feeling quite as beholden to the events of the original series. I enjoyed this film. And you should take that opinion for whatever it’s worth. And given the dearth of great standalone detective stories in the modern era, I suspect that a non-viewer of the original series would still get a great deal out of this. But can you trust me on that? Hell if I know. I’m just a marshmallow.

FilmWonk rating: 7 out of 10

Hiyao Miyazaki’s “The Wind Rises” – Dream, invention, and responsibility

Poster for "The Wind Rises"

Editor’s note: This screening featured the US edition of the film, dubbed in English.

The first act of Hiyao Miyazaki‘s The Wind Rises, allegedly the director’s final film before retirement, contains many jarring transitions between childhood dream and reality. The young Jiro (voice of Zach Callison) dreams of becoming an aeronautical engineer at the dawn of aviation itself. Certainly, the technology would soon see its first use in global warfare, but at the dawn of the 20th century, it remained the stuff of fantasy and legend. The first airplane that we see is Jiro’s confabulation of something halfway between a World War II Japanese Zero and the split feathers and slowly flapping wings of an eagle or hawk. It is a gorgeous, mighty, preposterous thing – and young Jiro can’t stand the notion that his Harry-Potter-worthy spectacles will prevent him from ever being able to fly one himself. This fantasy is presided over by Italian aerial pioneer Giovanni Caproni (Stanley Tucci), or at least a magical caricature thereof, who is happy to stroll up and down the wings of his ridiculous six-winged creations, or jump off to a running stop in mid-flight.

These dream sequences are exhilarating, to be sure, but the transitions between dream and story were often accompanied by jarring shifts in tone and a lack of clear separation, to the point when adult Jiro (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) is caught in a monstrous earthquake and fire while traveling on a train to university, it is not immediately clear whether the towering, apocalyptic inferno that scorches the sky and countryside is real, or another imagined construct. But it quickly becomes clear that this is a very real event.

From this point on, what we’re seeing is a heavily fictionalized biopic of Dr. Jiro Horikoshi, the eventual designer of the Mitsubishi A6M Zero, a high-speed fighter that would be the scourge of the Pacific campaign during World War II, widely regarded as one of the finest pieces of aeronautical engineering ever produced for its time. But this Jiro is not the architect of a weapon of war; he’s just madly in love with airplanes.

Still from "The Wind Rises"

The film broaches this theme quite explicitly in the imagined conversations between Jiro and Caproni. The Italian begins by telling Jiro that airplanes are not weapons of war, and that he dreams of eventually using them to ferry passengers and unite the world through travel. At this point, the audience is free to reject this sentiment as wildly absurd and disingenuous, as both Jiro and Caproni’s employment is at the behest of their governments, who were on the eve of engaging in expansionist warfare. And yet, even with the benefit of hindsight, The Wind Rises succeeds as a highly personal and humanized take on the age-old science fiction theme of whether an inventor is ultimately responsible for what his dream and invention might be used for. Aviation can unite mankind, or empower its capacity for mutual destruction. Nuclear energy can power a city, or destroy one. Many of our most valued technologies would not exist if not for their invention in the service of war. But this is really only the beginning of the film’s treatment of this theme.

The characters – both Jiro himself – tasked with building fighter planes, and his friend and colleague Honjo (Jon Krasinski), tasked with designing heavy bombers – seem quite aware that their inventions will be put to destructive use. But they just can’t help themselves. They collaborate and share ideas. They consume and improve upon technology with a ravenous passion. And the film essentially glorifies this drive to innovation. If The Wind Rises has a technological thesis, it is that invention is morally neutral at worst, and glorious at best, regardless of its eventual purpose.

In another imagined conversation, Caproni eventually asks Jiro if he would rather live in a world with or without pyramids. This is a curious question. Pyramids could be regarded as a one of the great, wondrous achievements of mankind – echoing their greatness with their endurance through the ages. Or they could be regarded as a monument to squandered resources and lives for no greater purpose. Much like warfare itself. It can be for glory and progress, but it will be for death and destruction. The Wind Rises is clearly in the former camp – air travel is a great wonder of mankind, and the film depicts each grand aerial vehicle as a larger-than-life, incredible machine – even some of the confabulated terrors from Jiro’s early dreams (including a massive zeppelin dropping vaguely human-shaped bombs) are impressively depicted. Jiro sets out to build a sleek and speedy fighter, and he tests it initially without a single gun, bomb, or bullet on board. If he has any nationalism within him, it is absent in this depiction. He just wants to build a beautiful plane. It is a fascinating theme – and one that the film explores with impressive depth, despite its rather perfunctory treatment of the ensuing war.

Still from "The Wind Rises"

In fact, Jiro experiences two sad and beautiful love stories – the first with his planes, and the second with his long-time love, Naoko (Emily Blunt). After meeting at a young age during the earthquake, the two carry on a lengthy courtship that eventually blossoms into an enduring romance. This relationship is really only given time to breathe in its later years, but it conveys some remarkably tender moments between the two. This relationship, like that of Jiro and Honjo, is depicted mostly from Jiro’s own perspective. Naoko is offscreen for the majority of the film, and yet, as the story advances through the years, the couple’s history convincingly hangs over their every interaction. And while this love story exists as a separate force and feeling from Jiro’s own drive toward designing the perfect plane, the two romances often mingle in interesting ways. A late scene depicts Jiro working at his drawing desk while Naoko rests on the floor beside him. He operates his slide rule with one hand while tenderly clutching Naoko’s outstretched palm with the other. It is a sweet moment, and one of many for this pair.

Once the film gets into Jiro’s story, it really finds its footing – but this is after a very rough first act in which it quotes a French poem so many times that it begins to lose all meaning both as the source of the film’s title, and as its explicitly stated theme. Le vent se lève, il faut tenter de vivre. The wind is rising, we must try to live. This poem is broad enough that it could be taken to endorse basically any position. But given that it is followed by the aforementioned earthquake and inferno, its application in the film seems clear and deliberate. Chaos, death, and destruction will ensue no matter what you do, and the best you can do is to live your life and try your best to do something valuable. But try not to think too hard about how you might be contributing to that first thing. I don’t wish to belabor this point, but the film invites this sort of introspection by essentially glossing over both the ultimate fates of several characters, as well as the entirety of World War II. It screeches to a halt and fast-forwards to the end of the war, and we see another charred countryside, identical to the one from earlier in the film (and evocative, perhaps deliberately, of another Studio Ghibli film, Grave of the Fireflies). And perhaps that’s what it all added up to in the end. The first conflagration was the accidental product of a natural disaster. The second was a deliberate invention of mankind. Another great and wondrous thing, crafted for the ages.

Ultimately, despite its bumps, The Wind Rises is a mature and thoughtful tale. It offers a treatment of scientific progress as a pure and desirable dream, even if it is sometimes driven by impure or destructive motives. The dreamers won’t be around forever – but their dreams live on, one way or another.

FilmWonk rating: 7.5 out of 10