Monday, May 5, 2008

Jason goes to SFIFF--day 10

First off, allow me to show off what a film fest big wig I am (not that I need a big wig). Here's a shot of one of the slides that plays in all the theaters at the Kabuki between the films:




Check out that name. Oh yeah, they even spelled it right!

All right, enough of that garbage, on to the movies.



First up was the Taiwanese coming of age sweet comedy/drama "Orz Boys". Although it never comes into play in the movie, the title apparently refers to a common Taiwanese internet chat symbol, meaning on is defeated and bowing to your opponent (imagine the "o" is the head and the "z" is the legs. Which I guess makes the "r" the body and arms). But it's not at all about chatrooms, it's about two young boys--little scamps who earn the names "Liar #1" and "Liar #2" for their shenanigans. They're punished to spend the long, hot summer term in the library repairing old books, but that doesn't stop them from tormenting girls, inventing stories about ghosts and statues who get up and go home at the end of the day, or saving up for the coolest toys. Their main goal is to go to the waterpark, where if they go down the big slide 100 times, they'll be transported to the magical world of Orz (shown in some comical animation). The exact details of the narrative aren't as important as the tone, which is unapologetically sweet and funny without being saccharine. And here's a picture of the guy who put it all together, director Gillies Ya-che Yang:


Next up was a Johnnie To film. Johnnie To is best known for his wild action films like "Fulltime Killer" or "Exiled", but his new film, "Linger" is actually a romantic melodramatic ghost story. Of course, he has to start it with star (and Taiwanese pop idol) Vic Zhou dying in a motorcycle accident that is at least partly the fault of his girlfriend (played by beauty Li Binbing). Three years later, he shows up in her bedroom, sporting a deathly pallor and the scars from the accident and subsequent funeral. He scares the crap out of her, but subsequently he puts on his basketball jersey, they settle down for a good talk, and he gets along with the business of quietly and sweetly haunting her. Actually, he's there to make piece with everything he left unresolved in life, especially his father. Meanwhile, she has become a law clerk and is working on the defense of a roguish young man who's very similar to him. He notes it, and actually kind of approves. It's a fun movie with comedy and heart. It's not the action Johnnie To fans are used to, but he's still a steady hand behind the camera in a supernatural melodrama.

Oh, and if you're a fan of Johnnie To action flicks, there's a series starting soon at the Pacific Film Archives.


So after so much melodrama, I could use something really twisted, like Ben Kingsley making out with Mary Kate Olsen. By an amazing coincidence, that's exactly what "The Wackness" delivers, in one "where's the eye bleach?" scene. Thankfully, that's a fairly brief scene (and Mary Kate's cameo is short and actually not very annoying). Ben Kingsley plays Dr. Squires, a psychiatrist treating Luke Shapiro (Josh Peck). They first met in a different professional setting--Luke sold him drugs. Perhaps if I had known more self-loathing drug-addled bitter psychiatrists growing up, I wouldn't have such a deep abiding loathing for their profession today. But I digress, the important thing is that Luke just graduated high school (in New York, in an expertly recreated 1994) and is looking at one last summer before heading off to his safety school and plodding through the rest of his life. Most of his friends are gone, but Stephanie (Olivia Thirby) is still in town. She's hot, she's a client of his (small time pot), and oh yeah, she's Dr. Squire's daughter--make that step-daughter. So when Dr. Squires advises Josh that he just needs to get laid, well...hilarity ensues. A very funny, lively, and touching film about growing up and how sometimes you perpetually fail to do so. Here's director Jonathan Levine talking to festival executive director Graham Leggat:




So I had previously noted that depending on the timing of "Wackness" I either would or would not be able to see another movie before the late show. It was a question of whether "The Wackness" started at 7:00 (as listed on the website and big program guide) or 7:30 (as listed in the mini-guide). Actual start time--7:45. So yeah, only 4 movies for me on Saturday. I'll survive somehow.

So after a few bottles of Stella Artois, the late show was a Spanish sci-fi horror-thriller "Timecrimes". As the title suggests, it's a time travel flick. It took a bit to get going. The first pass through the timeline was interesting for it's use of horror-movie tropes. Most of the second pass was a little obvious for me. But by the third pass, it became really cool and really clever. Hector is hanging out in his backyard, looking at the woods behind his house through binoculars. He spies a girl in the woods. The girl starts disrobing. So he goes to investigate. He finds the girl naked and unconscious. He approaches slowly...and suddenly a sinister figure with a head wrapped in pink bandages leaps out and stabs him with a pair of scissors. He starts running, the pink-bandaged maniac is chasing him. He flees to a big building on top of the hill. A lone scientist is working there in a lab. He agrees to hide Hector in a big vat of white liquid...and then Hector emerges from the vat about an hour and a half earlier. You know, it's a bit much to describe all the details of the plot. Here's a Feynman space-time diagram of the movie (warning, spoilers!!): I have to point out that I sketched this from memory the next day while on a moving BART train. And regular readers no my skills of an artist. So while it's more or less right in the big picture, I won't swear by it's absolute accuracy. Anyone who can do a better job, feel free to e-mail it to me. I'll post the best Feynman diagrams of "Timecrimes" if I get any.


As a physicist and amateur philosopher, I'd like to say a few words about time travel logic and time travel movies. Basically, time travel is logically consistent if you can draw one of these diagrams (Y-axis is time, X-axis is space--three dimensions represented by one). Many purported time-travel movies cannot do this. "Back to the Future" is a fine example--a very entertaining movie, but the time-travel logic is crap. In the "Back to the Future" world, time travel (at least backwards travel) causes a split in the timeline, with the new future possibly bearing no resemblance to the original one (Marty goes back in time, changes the past, goes back to the future, and everything's different). Strictly speaking, that's not time travel. Or to put it more precisely, while you can describe it as time travel, you don't have to. You can describe it as travelling to an alternate universe that happens to share an identical timeline with our universe, until a certain moment. Nothing wrong with that, but then why do events in this alternate world affect the original world. If there's a Marty in the original universe and a Marty in the second universe with an alterred timeline, why would what happens to Marty (or George McFly) in universe #2 have any bearing on universe #1? Again, I'm not saying it's a bad movie, I find it very entertaining. But it doesn't have logically consistent time travel, as evidenced by the fact that you can't draw a consistent space-time diagram of the events. So I just want to applaud "Timecrimes" for getting the logic right. After seeing it, and sketching the above diagram, I thought about starting a project of sketching Feynman diagrams of famous time-travel movies, but became dismayed at how few were possible. "Terminator" (but not T2) is possible, "Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure" sadly is (but don't even mention their "Bogus Journey"), "Bender's Big Score" works (I think) but that's straight-to-video and TV, not big-screen.

Jason goes to SFIFF--day 9

Okay, three more movies Friday night, starting with the only Korean film in the festival (or at least the only Korean film I'm seeing in the festival, I don't think there are any others), "Shadows in the Palace". I mention this because I'm a big fan of Korean cinema (it's the only country I'll specifically seek out in the program guide), and it past years they've had a few more Korean films. So while I'm happy to see this movie, more Korean films in the future, please!

Anyway, "Shadows in the Palace" is a beautifully shot, exciting, grotesquely convoluted palace drama/murder mystery/ghost story/torture epic. Hmmm...I got everything I wanted to say in one sentence, I love it when that happens! It has an almost all-female cast, and takes place in the world of palace maids, serving the emperor, the queen, and the emperor's concubines. The plot involves a baby prince (who may or may not be legitimate), a dead woman (who may or may not be a suicide), an investigating nurse (who may or may not be allowed to investigate properly), tons of political machinations (which may or may not destroy her), secretive witnesses (who may or may not be tortured to death) and creepy shadows falling over the palace (which may or may not be ghosts). It's so convoluted, I couldn't really wrap my head around everything. But it's also so beautiful that I want to watch it again and again until I do understand.


So I ran right out of the theater just as the credits started to roll to get to another screen to see "In the City of Sylvia". As it turns out, I might have been better off getting a drink and talking movies with other fans. There is something remarkable about the cinematography in this movie, I'll give it that. The main character is an artist who spends a lot of time in cafes watching people. And the cinematography reflects his eyes, the way that he's very observant and even background characters are somehow filmed as if they're very important. And as a technical exercise it can be very, very interesting. Unfortunately, there just wasn't a story to go with the technical prowess. Day 1: guy sits in a cafe all day and watches people. Day 2: he goes back to the cafe, follows the waitress on her way home, finally talks to her. He thinks she's a girl he met at a club 6 years ago, she isn't, they part ways after he apologizes for talking to her. That is over 2/3 of the movie. I won't even bother giving the rest away. If the technique was used for a story where something actually happened, I'd rave about it all day. As it was, it was a disappointment.


And then it was down to the Stella Artois lounge for a few free beers before the late show screening of "Big Man Japan". Oh my god, this movie is hilarious/awesome/insane! Hitoshi Matsumoto writes, directs, and stars as a sad-sack employee of the department of monster protection. He's a 6th generation superhero, and when electricity is applied to his nipples he becomes a giant "Big Japanese Person" who fights nasty (and hilarious) monsters. Sadly, his ratings have fallen and the populace hasn't embraced him (they point out he causes as much damage as the monsters). A documentary crew follows him around as he explains his work, his sad life (with bricks routinely crashing through his window), and living up to the legend of his grandfather (the adored Big Man #4). The monsters get more insane, the story gets more insane, and it ends with a ridiculous send-up of the Mighty Morphing Power Rangers. I must own this movie! Coming soon on Magnolia's cult label, Magnet Releasing (no date announced yet, but I hope it's soon!)

Friday, May 2, 2008

Jason shows off a picture from SFIFF opening night

It seems so long ago that this marathon started....

Anyway, here's a picture a friend took at opening night, and e-mailed me yesterday. It's the regular hardcore fans lining up for the opening night film:

A couple things I like about this pic. First, am I or am I not quite clearly the coolest fucking person in this picture? The hair, the glasses, the trench coat...I'm bad-ass! Second, take a closer look at the bag I'm carrying. Zoom in on the red text near the front...I'm advertising a different film festival (Cinequest)! I'm such a scamp.

Jason goes to SFIFF--day 8

Two more excellent movies last night, with do very interesting Q&A's:

First up was "Stranded: I've Come From a Plane That Crashed in the Mountains". In 1972, a plane carry a Uruguayan rugby team en route to Chile crashed in the Andes. Of the 45 passengers, 16 survived a harrowing 72 day ordeal (including, yes, cannibalism). 2 walked out over several mountains until they found a shepherd, contacted the authorities, and rescued the remaining 14 survivors. This story was made into a book called "Alive!" by Paul Reads, and a narrative film of the same name. I haven't read the book or seen the film, but I knew briefly of the story. Now Uruguayan filmmaker Gonzalo Arijon has made a documentary. He grew up in the same neighborhood as the team, and was friends with many of them since childhood. As a result, he got amazing access and heartfelt interviews from every last survivor. I can't speak to how this compares to the book (which required the survivors' consent on the final draft) or the narrative film (which didn't), but I can say that this is an exceptional, moving, harrowing film that comes about as close as possible to reliving the trauma for the audience (short of actually putting the audience in a plane and crashing them in the Andes). I also can't speak of any insights this movie has which aren't in the book or movie, but I can tell you what struck me most was their thoughtful and devout Catholic approach to their situation. Cannibalism is treated as a form of holy communion. When an avalanche buries their plane (killing some, and leaving the final 16), many recall knowing they would die, and feeling a sense of joy and relief at finally getting to go to heaven (only to be pulled back to their hell on earth). But what struck me most is that when the14 on the plane hear on the radio that the 2 expeditionaries have made it to civilization and are leading a rescue party back, the first thing they do is organize the remains of the victims whom they had to cannibalize. It was most important that they be able to return the remains to the families and explain themselves (it's missing from the movie, but Gonzalo Arijon said in the Q&A that all the families understood, and one mother said straight out that she would've done the same thing).

Here's a pic of SFIFF associate programmer Rod Armstrong with Gonzalo Arijon and his daughter Luna (who did a great job of being really cute):


And then it was time to go to Winnipeg. When Guy Maddin ("Brand on the Brain", "Saddest Music in the World", etc.) shows up to SFIFF, you know I've got to be there. This time, he was commissioned by the Documentary Channel to make a documentary about his hometown of Winnipeg. Knowing Maddin, I have to wonder what the heck they expected to get. What they got was pure, unalloyed Maddin, which was awesome! (if you're a fan, you know what I mean. If not, go become one!) He narrates the entire film while a Guy Maddin impersonator plays him, falling asleep on a train trying to escape Winnipeg. With that framing device, he tells anecdotes of a city with ten times the North American average of sleepwalkers. A town haunted by his mythical mother (star of the 50-years running public access TV show, "Ledge Man"). A town of frozen horse picnics and Happyland being trampled by stampeding gay bison. Golden boy pageants hosted by a corrupt mayor. A land that sold war bonds with an "If Day" when Nazis and fascists invaded Winnipeg. A town with (we assume) the world's only 3-story swimming pool complex--one co-ed, one for girls only, and one for boys only (by the way, I can't get the phrase "Dance of the Hairless Boners" out of my head. If I ever somehow become a pedophile, I'm going on record right here and now saying that I blame Guy Maddin). And there's some weird stuff in it, too, but I wouldn't want to ruin it. Here's Guy Maddin with Rod Armstrong (that guy gets around).


Awesome. Now I'm ready for a weekend marathon. Don't necessarily expect any more posts until Monday, by which time I'll have about a dozen to write.

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Jason updates his schedule and tells you what he'll see for the rest of SFIFF

I'm pretty well set now. First, let's review what I've seen so far:

Thursday, April 24
7:00 pm at the Castro: The Last Mistress

Friday, April 25
at the Kabuki
7:00 pm: Alexandra
8:45 pm: Black Belt
10:30 pm: Mother of Tears

Saturday, April 26
at the Kabuki all day
1:00 pm: Just Like Home
3:45 pm: The Toe Tactic
6:45 pm: Ice People
9:00 pm: Water Lilies
11:45 pm: Go Go Tales

Sunday, April 27
PFA for this day
1:30 pm: Forbidden Lie$
3:45 pm: Latent Argentina
6:00 pm: Leave Her to Heaven
8:30 pm: You, the Living

Monday, April 28
at the PFA
6:30 pm: Traveling with Pets
9:00 pm: Sleep Dealer

Tuesday, April 29
Kabuki
7:30 pm: The POV Award: Errol Morris, with Standard Operating Procedure

Wednesday, April 30
at the PFA
6:30 pm: Vasermil
8:55 pm: Mock up on Mu

Thursday, May 1 (reviews of these movies coming soon!)
At the Kabuki
6:00 pm: Stranded: I've Come From a Plane That Crashed in the Mountains
9:30 pm: My Winnipeg (woo hoo! Guy Maddin!)




And now what I'm looking forward to:

Friday, May 2
Still at the Kabuki
7:00 pm: Shadows in the Palace
9:00 pm: In the City of Sylvia
11:00 pm: Big Man Japan

Saturday, May 3
At the Kabuki
12:45 pm: Orz Boys
3:30 pm: Linger
A huge gap where I can get a nice dinner or drinks or something. I've actually lost over 5 lbs. this festival from skipping meals to see movies.
7:00 or 7:30 pm: The Wackness (still some confusion here, because the printed mini-guide shows this at 7:30, but the website and the thicker program guide says 7:00.
9:15 pm: A Journey with Peter Sellars (this actually depends on the timing of the show before, but if I miss this then I'll have another big gap where I can eat and drink before I see...)
11:00 pm: Timecrimes

Sunday, May 4
Starting at the Kabuki
10:00 am: Secret members-only screening
12:30 pm: Up the Yangtze
3:45 pm: The Art of Negative Thinking
then walk up the street to the Clay Theater
6:00 pm: A Girl Cut in Two
9:00 pm: Secret

Monday, May 5
Back to the PFA
6:30 pm: Cochochi
8:55 pm: Secrecy

Tuesday, May 6
Start at the Clay
6:45 pm: La France
Then down to the Kabuki
9:15 pm: Redbelt (I know it's getting a wide release, but I'm treating myself to it here because it's David fuckin' Mamet)

Wednesday, May 7
Skip the festival, go to the Hypnodrome to see "Starslyderz"

Thursday, May 8
Castro Theater
7:00 pm: Gonzo: the Life and Work of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson
Then off to the closing night party

So the interesting thing about all this is that since closing night is a special ticket, I won't be using my Cinevisa for the last two days of the festival. So it's time for another jasonwatchesmovies giveaway contest!


I'm not going out of my way to hand off the Cinevisa, so you must be present to win. That is, you must find me Tuesday and correctly answer the trivia question, and I will give you the pass (after I use it to see "Redbelt"). The contest starts as soon as I exit the Clay Theater (after seeing "La France") and start walking down to the Kabuki. If you win, you'll have to find me after "Redbelt" to pick up the Cinevisa. Any attempts earlier than that are automatically disqualified.

So as long as I'm making my readers talk to me in person, I might as well make them hit on me, so here's the contest: walk up to me before "Redbelt" starts (or after it ends if there is no winner, but please not during the movie) and say, "Hey Jason," and then recite the most romantic line in the history of cinema. Whoever delivers the best line wins. (hint: there is actually a line I'm thinking of, but you won't find it on this blog. Longtime readers might know my sensibilities and be able to guess).

Jason goes to SFIFF--day 7

Two movies last night, at the PFA. Let's just do this quickly.

First up "Vasermil", an Israeli film about youth violence and tension between Ethiopian, Russian, and Israeli Jews and about soccer. Shlomi is a racist pizza-delivery boy who's captain of his school soccer team. Adiel is an Ethiopian immigrant with mad skills but prefers pick-up games with his friends. Dima is a sullen Russian teen who's crazy good at the piano, has never played soccer, but is a fearless thug. They're naturally enemies, but when they're all put on the same team (Dima is originally the equipment manager, but becomes goalie after an injury), soccer and the forced teamwork starts to bring them together. It becomes an escape from the violence in the rest of their lives, but violence and trouble continues to barge in and threaten them. Good story, well told, I enjoyed it.

And then it was time for an insane story, bizarrely told. "Mock up on Mu" is Craig Baldwin's very strange found footage collage narrative. Baldwin himself described "collage narrative" as (possibly oxy?)moronic. Anyway, he uses found footage collage and a smattering of live-action shots to tell a story of L. Ron Hubbard, Scientology founder and ruler of the moon (or Mu) in the year 2019. He formed a conspiracy with Lockheed Martin (the guy, not just his company) to build a super-weapon so he can return from exile to earth. Our hero is Jack Parsons, founder of the Jet Propulsion Laboratory, who had faked his own death and lived as a b-movie actor for several years. Marjorie Cameron, beatnik artist and occultist is at first Hubbard's spy who later turns to Parson's side. They fight him with powerful sex magic with the help of Aleister Crowley (who might just be the Xenu that Hubbard trapped in the center of the earth ages ago). A weird sci-fi conspiracy theory. Now go Google some of those people and see how much of it is based on truth. That's the freaky part (yes, in real life the founder of JPL was a notorious occultist who was mentored by Crowley and practiced sex magic with Marjorie Cameron, whom he married). Here's a pic of director Craig Baldwin, who's kind of a nut:

That was so much fun!

Jason goes to SFIFF and sees Errol Morris (on day 6)

Just one event last Tuesday, but it was a good one! Errol Morris receiving the festival's Persistence of Vision Award. The program included an onstage interview of Morris (interviewed by culture critic B. Ruby Rich from Santa Cruz), then a screening of his new film, "Standard Operating Procedure", and finally a Q&A about that film.

So first the interview. I've only seen a couple of his films, but I knew he specialized in the direct interview documentary style. What I didn't know was how he's so obsessed with eye contact that he invented what his wife termed the "interrotron"--basically a pair of cameras, with teleprompters in each one, but instead of scrolling text, he places the video feed of each camera into the teleprompter of the other. That way you make eye contact with the interviewer/interviewee, and also make eye contact with the camera. As a tech geek, that delighted me. The other thing I didn't know, and couldn't really guess from his movies, is that Errol Morris is a very, very funny guy, and he's Jewish (I got kind of an Elliot Gould vibe from him). He makes very smart, sarcastic observations about his life, his work, etc. (he claims he's never made money off his documentaries, he makes a living filming commercials), and had the whole audience laughing. Which is a little unsettling, because we then watched a very serious, traumatic film about Abu Ghraib. But more on that in a bit. Here's a pic of Errol Morris and B. Ruby Rich on stage:


Okay, now on to the movie. "Standard Operating Procedure" is about Abu Ghraib, as I said. Specifically it's about the pictures that surfaced from there (you know, the naked Iraqi pile, Lyndie England smiling and pointing, etc.), and how they tell a story but tell an incomplete story. He interviewed 5 of the seven "bad apples" (including Lyndie England), but was denied access to the two who remain in prison. He also interviews the forensic investigator who organized all the digital photos, found the timestamps in the metadata, deduced the time offsets (one of the three cameras was off by as much as a year), and put together a case against them--a bit of a departure, but appealed to my geek sensibility. It's pretty traumatic to view these photographs again (unblurred now, so this is the first time for me seeing some of the more pornographic ones), but the interviews do a great job of putting them in context, at least from one point of view. And ultimately, it makes a convincing case that the photographs distort the truth as much as reveal (basically, abuses did happen, but the right people were not necessarily blamed). Near the end, one of the interviewees makes an interesting point. He says that this (what's in the pictures) wasn't abuse, this was humiliation or "softening up". Abuse happened, behind closed doors where there were no cameras, and hence the actual abusers got off scott free. Basically the interviewees present themselves as fundamentally good people, stuck in a bad situation, who were then made scapegoats.

Now there's a little controversy about this film. First, the very premise that the photographs don't tell the true story upsets some people, as does the "scapegoats" charge. More importantly, there's a controversy because Errol Morris paid the subjects for their interview (one didn't want payment--and Errol didn't reveal who--but Errol insisted since he had paid the other 4). Now this controversy makes very little sense to me. Certainly they have the right to tell their side of the story, and to make this movie without paying them would've been gross exploitation (especially if you've come to believe they're scapegoats and not really bad apples). More importantly, how does payment in this case taint anything they say. I'm trying to imagine myself in their situation and thinking 'well, if they aren't going to pay me, I'll tell the truth, but if they pay me I'll be be self-serving and duplicitous.' That makes no sense.

Okay, and I want to say something about being self-serving. All the interviewees, to some extent, were self-serving. That's obvious, because they want to clear their names and because I honestly believe (from making eye contact with them, thank you interrotron!) that they honestly believe themselves to be fundamentally good people who were put in a really shitty situation. They make a convincing case that as soon as the pictures came out, they were doomed to be scapegoats no matter their level of involvement (one of them produces letters home describing how she took pictures in order to prove abuse was going on). However, in this I feel a distinct lack of the voice of Charles Graner. He was recognized as sort of the ringleader of the bad apples, and as such is still in prison and couldn't be interviewed. While the interviewees make a case that they're scapegoats, in doing so they seem to make Graner the scapegoat. I'd be very interested, as soon as he's released, to hear his side of the story. Everybody else seems to believe he or she is fundamentally a good person. I'd be very interested in seeing Graner make the case that he's fundamentally good, too. Perhaps as bonus material on the 10th anniversary DVD?

Anyway, I'll just leave by saying the film and Q&A were so interesting that nearly everyone on the bus I took to BART was still talking about it. Pretty impressive.