Day Five
Don’t Call Me Son (Anna Muylaert, Brazil, 2016)
A teen who appears to be considering gender transition is
shocked to learn that the mother he has known for his whole life kidnapped him
at birth and will be heading to jail for it. The boy finds himself less than
thrilled with his real family. This feels like the first two thirds of a better
movie. Muylaert’s 82-minute film does all the setup for a story exploring
gender identity and sense of belonging and the true meaning of family, and just
when all the pieces are in place for something interesting to happen, it doesn’t,
and the credits roll. Not recommended.
The Happiest Day in the Life of Olli Mäki (Juho Kuosmanen,
Finland/Germany/Sweden, 2016)
This year’s winner of the Un Certain Regard prize at Cannes
is a beautifully photographed black and white love story which pretends to be
about boxing for a little while. In this true story, country boy Olli is taken
to the city to train for the World Featherweight title against Davey Moore, but
finds himself losing interest when he falls in love with a Raija, a kind girl
from his hometown. This is perhaps the sweetest boxing movie ever made, and
it’s one of the best films I saw at MIFF. Highly recommended.
From Afar (Lorenzo Vigas, Venezuela, 2015)
Winner of the Golden Lion at Venice last year, and
Venezuela’s submission for the upcoming Oscars, From Afar is a sad tale I found it hard to connect with. This is
the story of middle-aged man who uses his wealth to dominate the tough young
men he meets in the street, giving them the money they need in exchange for
sexual favours. It’s also the story of a boy who dominates him back, taking the
money and offering nothing. The relationship begins creepily and only becomes
more uncomfortable to watch. I didn’t particularly love the film’s look, which
deliberately keeps most of the frame out of focus, showing only the characters
with any real clarity. I’m not going to say this is a bad film, since it’s very
well made, but I can’t imagine telling a person to watch it. Not recommended.
Slack Bay (Bruno Dumont, France/Germany, 2016)
Another 2016 Palme d’Or nominee. This film is out of its
mind. Every performance is so wildly overplayed that they make the average
Johnny Depp role look downright sensible. Characters gesticulate wildly,
shriek, exaggerate their walking and so on in a way which proved to be a real
turnoff to many of my fellow festivalgoers. This story about a rich family
visiting a holiday house near a family of cannibals certainly overstays its
welcome at over two hours. It’s an exhausting tone to keep up for that long,
but I enjoyed the utter silliness just often enough to come out of this one
slightly positive. Juliette Binoche comes out looking worse than the rest of
the cast, though perhaps only because I’m familiar with her at a normal
register. Very, very mildly recommended.
The Handmaiden (Park Chan-wook, South Korea, 2016)
As of late August, this is my favourite film of the year. This
Palme d’Or nominee is part sweeping historical romance, part complexly-plotted
thriller and part wicked comedy. Transplanting Sarah Waters’ novel Fingersmith from Victorian England to
1930s Korea, the film tells the story of a Korean pickpocket selected to work
as a handmaiden for a Japanese heiress. A charming conman plots to make a great
deal of money by pitting maid against heiress, but the two women fall in love. The
film’s labyrinthine plot lays the groundwork, but the true beauty comes from
the wonderful score and the intricate set decoration. The film is surprisingly
sleazy (it’s already been classified R in Australia) and incredibly funny. I
could not stop smiling. Highly recommended.
Day Six
Innocence of Memories (Grant Gee, UK, 2015)
A truly dull documentary which aims to translate material
previously covered in a book (Orhan Pamuk’s The
Museum of Innocence) to the screen, but fails to find a sensible way to do
so. It’s the story of a tragic romance between a man and a shopkeeper who is
not his fiancée, and there’s a house in Istanbul which stands as a museum of items
mentioned in the book. The camera aimlessly floats around this building for a
while, and ventures out into the nighttime streets, where it stays for most of
the film as voiceover narration provides the story. I’m not sure I can name a
film with a less useful visual component. Strongly not recommended.
Weiner (Josh Kriegman & Elyse Steinberg, USA, 2016)
A documentary about Anthony Weiner: the politician whose
name became an unfortunately perfect punchline after he (repeatedly) sent nude
photos of himself to (many) women online. The scandal he faced when those pictures
predictably became public led to his downfall from Congress, but boldfaced
optimism led him to campaign as a candidate for mayor of New York. The
filmmakers were in the right place at the right time to capture a disaster in
the making, themselves asking Weiner near the end of his campaign, “Why did you
let us film this?” The access and the story can’t help but allow the film to
succeed. Recommended.
Captain Fantastic (Matt Ross, USA, 2016)
A big draw at this year’s Sundance Film Festival before
making its way to Melbourne via Cannes’ Un Certain Regard section. Viggo
Mortensen plays Ben, a father who chose to raise his clan of children in the
woods, teaching them anti-capitalist philosophy and survival skills. The
suicide of his wife leads the family to venture into civilization for the funeral.
The film decries the level of education modern children receive, while still
more-or-less accepting that Ben’s method is borderline child abuse. I’d like it
more if it hadn’t undone some of its wisest decisions with its feelgood ending.
Many of the young actors here feel like they should become stars. Mildly
recommended.
Madly (Gael Garcia Bernal/Anurag Kashyap/Natasha Khan/Sebastian
Silva/Sion Sono/Mia Wasikowska, USA/UK/India/Australia/Argentina/Japan/Sweden,
2016)
I’m not the world’s greatest fan of themed short film
compilations, since I find even great directors tend to find themselves
hamstrung by the format. Madly offers
a series of shorts on the vague topic of love, with many of them focusing on
the ways love can hurt, confuse and disappoint. Mia Wasikowska’s local effort
is a darkly comic tale of post-natal depression. Sebastian Silva’s entry begins
as a strong look at the life of a teen, made homeless when his religious
parents eject him for coming out as gay, but Silva relies too much on his
cynicism, ending on a series of cruel twists which undermine his efforts.
Natasha Khan is unknown to me, but her film about a young woman’s wedding day
is probably the best of an underwhelming collection. Not recommended.
Lily Lane (Benedek Fliegauf, France/Germany/Hungary, 2016)
A troubled mother tortures her son with scary stories,
passing her own pain on to her child in this ugly, dreary sleep-inducing quasi-horror
film. The film drags its way through scene after scene of what is essentially
filler as it trudges its way towards the only point it has to make: a very
obvious revelation about the nature of these stories. The visuals are dingy and
the occasional interruptions by a surreal nightmare world of trick photography
look even worse. We spend a lot of time looking at close-ups of a gnarled tree,
for reasons I can’t fathom. I have hardly ever been so bored by a film.
Strongly not recommended.
Baskin (Can Evrenol, Turkey, 2015)
During the weekends, MIFF audiences can choose to attend
various midnight horror screenings at ACMI. This widely-hyped Turkish film was
the lesser of the two I attended. There are moments of horrific creativity on
display here, as a group of obnoxiously-masculine police officers follow a
late-night emergency call into the bowels of an old building at the end of a
mysterious road. The film spends too long with these truly off-putting
characters making ugly conversation at a diner, then makes them more-or-less
irrelevant as the nightmare world they discover takes over. The hellish imagery
on display later in the film is impressive at first, but there’s just not quite
enough going on to sustain this one. Not recommended.
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