March, 2011

DVD Bonus: Fellini’s The Clowns

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Michael Atkinson

The natural evolution of the film culture canon over the last 30 years has not been kind to Federico Fellini, who in the middle of the century was rivalled only by Kurosawa as the populist icon of supremely “other” art-film profundity. Today, he is rarely looked to as anything but a postwar-era curiosity. Truth be told, Fellini, rarely less than bludgeoningly gauche, was the Italian film genius for people who didn’t like Italian film geniuses, and today his decades-long hold on the minds of international moviegoers looks like a protracted grift, a carnival dazzle so frantic and over-designed that no one noticed their pockets being picked. Only (1963), a misogynist yet self-crucifying dream-trip into narcissistic despair, seems integral now. His other beloved monsters, from La Strada (1954) to Amarcord (1973), probably still have their aging devotees, but The Clowns (1970), new to DVD from Raro Video, never accumulated much of a profile, and was usually dismissed as a navel-absorbed trinket Fellini fashioned for Italian TV in the wake of Fellini Satyricon (1969), exploiting the filmmaker’s lifelong but uninterrogated interest in the “half magic, half slaughterhouse” paradigm of the circus. Which it absolutely is, but it’s also more interesting, ambivalent, and mysterious than most of Fellini’s once-celebrated blockbusters, perhaps despite his intentions. (more…)

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South By Midwest: Dispatching True/False and SXSW

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By Eric Hynes

As suggested by the slash, the True/False Festival plays around the line between fiction and non-fiction. The slanted punctuation doesn’t pose a question, make a claim, or even assume an opposition. This highly concentrated, highly curated weekend survey distinguishes itself from a glut of North American film festivals not by taking a local or easily defined thematic angle, but by making a strong critical claim against formal distinctions between documentary and fiction.

This past year, as True/False celebrated its eighth anniversary—it ran from March 3-6 in the culture-rich college town of Columbia, Missouri—that claim reached the mainstream as questionable docs Catfish and Exit Through the Gift Shop became modest box-office hits, with the latter ultimately receiving an Academy Award nomination, a remarkable achievement for a film many consider to be a work of veiled fiction. With recent films like Alamar (2009), Sweetgrass (2009), and Our Beloved Month of August (2008) approaching non-fiction filmmaking as an artistic as much as a factual pursuit, and the vérité model of witness seemingly ceding ground to a kind of Bazinian interest in reality as defined by cinematic time and space, the argument behind True/False, echoed in these pages by Robert Koehler, and later by Dennis Lim in The New York Times, seems more prescient and relevant than ever. What Koehler coined “a cinema of in-betweenness”—using documentary or real-life elements to tell a fictional story, or fictive elements marshaled toward a non-fictional end, or thwarting expectations from either side— dominated the excellent slate of 38 features at this year’s fest. In a material, mechanical, ethical, and narrative sense, all films freight elements of both fiction and non-fiction, a truth that’s been floating around since Flaherty and the Lumières. But after years dominated by issue-oriented, blandly talking-head docs, there are signs that the art of non-fiction film is learning to embrace rather than deny its ambiguities, and that this might be a time when non-fiction films resemble the print non-fiction of the New Journalism movement of the ‘60s and ‘70s: a time for creative non-fiction on film. (more…)

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Welcome

Welcome to Cinema Scope online, a weekly updated web supplement to the print version of Cinema Scope. In the magazine, we have a limited amount of space to pack the world of Cinema As We Know It in. So, for example, while we might cover the “major” “premiere” festivals in print, in the weekly updates you’ll find more festival reports, as well as articles on retrospectives and the like taking place in our immediate and general global jurisdiction. This is a Canadian film magazine based in Toronto, and that’s an important part of the mandate. (more…)

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Jonathan Rosenbaum looks at The Hunter by Rafi Pitts

We’ve just added Jonathan’s piece to the web archive for issue 46.

“Underneath the Persian credits, over heavy metal music, the camera roams around inside a colour photograph, grazing over pointillist surfaces and male faces—finally pulling back to reveal the Islamic Revolution Guard Corps in 1983, getting ready to drive their motorcycles over a huge replica of the American flag on the pavement in front of them. Cut to black and the film’s title, The Hunter.”

Read the full article here >

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The Muffled Cry: Mahamet-Saleh Haroun’s A Screaming Man

By Michael Sicinski

The opening shot of Chadian director Mahamet-Saleh Haroun’s third theatrical feature is striking in at least two respects. It serves as an encapsulation of the film’s major conflict, since it introduces the two protagonists in a key environment. Adam (Youssouf Djaoro, also the star of Haroun’s previous film Daratt [2006]) is a 55-year-old swimming pool attendant at a shabby but still oasis-like hotel on the outskirts of the capital city of N’Djamena. His 20-year-old son Abdel (Diouc Koma) works as a towel man and assistant to his dad. In the shot, Haroun shows us the two of them in medium close-up, horsing around in the pool and challenging one another to see who can hold their breath under water the longest. In the end, the younger man prevails, joking with his father, “I let you win the first time!” This friendly rivalry will eventually turn ugly, especially since Adam’s pride and sense of identity are on the line. In the 1960s he was the Central African swimming champ, and around the hotel and throughout his district, he is still known as “Champion.” So, although Adam and Adbel have a loving father-son relationship, an Oedipal anxiety is brewing amidst the chlorine. (more…)

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Berlinale 2011: Twenty Questions for James Benning on Twenty Cigarettes

By Mark Peranson

1. When was the first time you smoked a cigarette?

I was about eight years old. My parents weren’t at home. I lit up one of my father’s Camels using the kitchen stove and burnt my eyebrows.

2. When was the last time you smoked a cigarette?

I never smoked again. My mother offered me $200 if I wouldn’t try smoking until I was 18. My mother was very smart. (more…)

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