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My Heartland Film Festival ended on a high note with Butterfly in the Sky, a documentary about the making of Reading Rainbow! The moment I saw it on the schedule I knew it was the perfect way to end the festival, and it did not disappoint.

With the typical solipsism of youth, I assumed Reading Rainbow began around the time I started watching it and faded away soon thereafter, but actually the show lasted twenty-five years, from 1981 to 2006. The documentary features interviews with almost all the most important players: LeVar Burton himself, of course, as well as show creator and the producers, plus a sprinkling of people who worked on the show over the years, including some of the kids who gave mini-reviews of their favorite books in the end segments.

(At the end of the show there was a Q&A with one of the producers, and he commented that the one person they couldn’t get was the woman who sang the Reading Rainbow theme song.)

It sounds like making Reading Rainbow was just exactly as delightful as you might expect from watching the show. The show did so many cool things! They visited a volcano - learned how to fly a plane… climbed into a bat cave (okay, that one might best be experienced on the other side of a television screen). And it seems like it was overall a warm, supportive working environment.

This is clearest when the documentary focuses on one major tension point during the early years of the show. The producers wanted Burton to have a set look, as other children’s television hosts did at the time, like Mr. Rogers. But Burton (who was after all much younger than Mr. Rogers) was still exploring his identity as a Black man, and showed up to each season with a new look, which made the producers gnash their teeth - but perforce they accepted it.

It’s clear in the way that everyone discussed this tension point that, despite the disagreement, everyone involved respected and liked each other. And, looking back, the producers commented that Burton was right. For many Black viewers in particular it was meaningful and important to see Burton experimenting with his look in this way.

And that’s a wrap on the Heartland Film Festival for this year! I have a few regrets: absolutely kicking myself for seeing Corsage instead of Hidden Letters, a documentary about Nushu writing. But in general the documentaries I did see were absolute standouts this year. As well as Butterfly in the Sky, I loved Pinball: The Man Who Saved the Game and Cat Daddies.
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Pinball: The Man Who Saved the Game tells the story of Roger Sharpe, an avid pinball player in his college years at a large Midwestern university, who moved to New York City in the 1970s and discovered that it was almost impossible to find a pinball machine in the city. He eventually finds three pinball machines in the foyer of a porn store, and when he gets divorced and loses his job in short order, he spends hours playing pinball there… until the police raid the store and bust up the pinball machines.

The police came, it turns out, specifically for the pinball machines. Pinball had been illegal in New York ever since Fiorello La Guardia banned the game in the 1930s. Why? “Gambling,” he called it. “A game of chance.” “A way for the Mob to steal children’s lunch money.” Cities across the country followed suit.

Thus, Sharpe gets drawn into an attempt to overturn the city council’s pinball ban, which ends with Sharpe playing a demonstration pinball game in court to show that pinball is a game of skill, not chance. He makes a particularly difficult shot, and everyone cheers! People throw their hats in the air! The cranky anti-pinball councilman hugs Sharpe…

“Wait, wait, wait,” protests Roger Sharpe, the reenactment cutting back to a shot of modern-day Roger Sharpe, whose interviews have been interspersed throughout. “It wasn’t like that! Nobody acts like that!”

Back to the city council chamber, where the cranky anti-pinball councilman snaps, “I’ve seen enough.” He lumbers off, chats with the other council members, and - votes to overturn the pinball ban.

Pinball is one-quarter documentary, three-quarters biopic, and 100% delightful. I wasn’t sure at first about the ratio of love-story-to-pinball, but it actually really won me over, not least because it’s a somewhat unusual love story: divorced Roger Sharpe fell for a divorced woman six years his senior who already had an eleven-year-old son from her first marriage. The age difference is a non-issue, but Roger is understandably concerned about the emotional challenges of dating someone who has a kid. What happens if he gets sufficiently involved with the mother that he becomes a part of the son’s life, and the son gets attached to him, and then things don’t work out? “Would that make me a bad guy?” he muses to his coworkers.

“Oh, you’d be a bad guy,” says his coworker (the very gay art director at Gentleman’s Quarterly; a delight), “But what’s life without risk?”

Delighted to inform you that this movie won the Audience Choice award at the Heartland Film Festival. Nothing makes you feel like your vote counted like seeing your favorite movie of the festival win.

Corsage

Oct. 17th, 2022 08:25 am
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At Heartland Film Festival, it’s become something of a tradition that the audience claps at the end of each feature. I’m not sure how this started - maybe as a courtesy because the filmmakers show up at so many of the features? - but it’s a nice tradition, and I always clap too, even at movies like The Country Club that I didn’t like so much.

It is therefore meaningful that at the end of Corsage, no one in the theater clapped. Possibly we were all shell-shocked.

Corsage is loosely based on the life of the Empress Elizabeth of Austria, also known as Sisi, famously one of the most beautiful women in 19th century Europe. She was obsessed with her appearance and practiced an extensive diet and exercise regime long before that was common. She was also accused of tight-lacing her corset; corsage is corset in German, and no, I don’t know why they didn’t translate the title. I personally am not wild about movies that are about women obsessed with the ~horror of growing older~ but at least this part is based on fact.

In the movie, the year is 1878, and Sisi has just turned forty. She fears losing her beauty, she’s bored of court life, and about halfway through she decides that the way out is to kill herself. She jumps out the window of her fencing salon, contemplates how to hang herself, and ultimately trains one of her ladies-in-waiting to impersonate her, while Sisi herself jumps off a ship to her death.

Also, at some point a random guy shows up with a movie camera (ten years before movie cameras were invented) and films Sisi.

In real life, Sisi lived till 1898 and died when she was assassinated by an Italian anarchist. I’m absolutely baffled why the filmmakers had her jump off a boat twenty years early. Why not have her live out her full life span, in which case you could bring in a no-longer-anachronistic movie camera? Or focus the movie on the year Sisi turned forty and just not have her die at the end?

Also absolutely baffled that this movie is apparently getting awards buzz. That’s why I decided to see it, in fact: “I’ll get in on the ground floor, like with Portrait of a Lady on Fire!” Well, I got what I deserved for seeing a movie for such an ignominious reason.

Scrap

Oct. 16th, 2022 08:46 am
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I almost fell asleep during Scrap, which sounds bad, but is possibly purposeful on the movie’s part. It’s an intentionally slow movie, not so much a documentary but a meditation on the way that stuff lingers on after it has supposedly been thrown out.

We visit a cemetery for old cars in Georgia, with trees growing up from 1930s Fords; a broken down airplane in Bangkok, now home to a poor family, which makes a decent living off money from the tourists who come to see the disassembled plane. A man who turns the rusting hulls of old ships into buildings. A recycling plant in India, where old electronics are broken down to their component parts. A sculptor in Iowa who turns scrap metal into tigers and trees and buffalo.

There is, perhaps, a message here, articulated by the photojournalist interviewed in India, who comments that she hopes her works help people have a more intentional relationship with items they see as disposable. But mostly this is a collection of images: long shots of the forest growing up through the cars, close-ups of the shattered glass in a classic red telephone booth awaiting refurbishment. An artist’s hand as he puts the final touches on the crown on that telephone box, dabbing on a yellow paint that dries to gold.
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I got suckered into The Country Club because the filmmakers, sisters Fiona and Sophia Robert, are from Indiana, and admittedly because the premise “two resourceful teenage girls hatch a plan to win the prize money of a junior golf tournament at a prestigious Hamptons country club” where they meet the “quirky, wealthy patrons” sounded like fun.

Well, actually, it was fun, sometimes. It was definitely an experience! At no point did I have any idea what might happen next! I am not sorry that I saw it but I also could not call it good.

I think the main problem is that the quirky, wealthy patrons are so quirky that they cease to feel like real people: our resourceful heroines (who are charming - the best part of the film) seem to be moving through a landscape of caricatures.

Also, the film feels uncertain what it’s trying to accomplish. At times it feels like a satire (the country club advertisement: “You have money, so you MATTER!”), but it’s too scattershot to ever really come to a pointed critique of, say, inherited wealth and privilege, or the tendency of the rich to segregate themselves in enclaves like country clubs. Other times it seems like it’s aiming for simple comedy.

And sometimes it’s just not clear what tone it’s going for. The scene where golf rivals Northfield and Kowalski admit their love in the locker room after the tournament is over is surely meant to be funny (Northfield’s caddy Gunther starts singing a Scotch ballad, for God’s sake), but is it supposed to be funny in an emotionally meaningful way or a point-and-laugh one?

Also, there’s a lot of bathroom humor. I get that some people are into that, but I personally felt that the squelchy sounds were simply a bit much.
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Confession time: I couldn’t resist Surprised by Oxford because the premise promised lots and lots of beautiful shots of Oxford, and in this respect the movie absolutely did not disappoint. In the post-screening Q&A (attended by the director, two producers, the lead actress, and the woman who wrote the memoir on which the film is based), one of the producers commented, “It’s hard to get an ugly shot of Oxford,” and he was extremely right.

Otherwise… well, look, I am simultaneously the perfect audience and the worst possible audience for this film. I love Oxford, I love the Inklings, I love C. S. Lewis in particular, and yes, the title is 100% a reference to Lewis’s memoir Surprised by Joy, and yes there is a pivotal moment in this film where Caro’s love interest/intellectual antagonist Kent takes her to a bookstore to dramatically introduce her to that book.

But I’m also not a Christian, and while it’s clearly possible to write a conversion narrative that appeals to non-believers (see above my love for C. S. Lewis, who is continually writing conversion narratives), for me this movie doesn’t quite manage it. The love story and the conversion narrative are too intertwined. Is Caro converting because she loves God, or because she loves Kent? Unclear.

Or, conversely, perhaps the love story and the conversion narrative are not intertwined enough. If Caro and Kent spent less time clanging against Caro’s emotional unavailability and more time having meaty intellectual arguments about the existence of God, there would have been more substance to both their relationship and Caro’s conversion.

Having said all of this - I do admire the movie’s ambition. It’s trying to do so many things, and it might have worked better if it had pulled back and tried to do less, but there is something to be said for being an ambitious mess rather than a small, safe, forgettable success.
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I love movies-about-making-movies, so I instantly nabbed tickets when I saw the premise of The Moon & Back. When high school senior Lydia finds her late father’s script for a sci-fi epic, she decides to turn the script into a movie, despite having no budget and no movie-making experience.

So often stories will have characters who supposedly have “no budget” who end up with something quite polished, but The Moon & Back truly commits to this conceit: Lydia is doing things like “drawing a city on cardboard boxes and dressing up her friend’s dog like a kaiju to destroy it.” Lydia manages a few genuinely striking shots, but they are the sort of thing that could actually be accomplished on a miniscule budget: close-ups with dramatic lighting, like the shot of the heroine with glow-in-the-dark widgets in her pigtails against a black background.

It’s lots of fun to see the characters contrive solutions to their problems, and also to see them experience the joy of creation while creating something that is kind of a mess. That’s such a high school experience! You make something and it gives you so much joy and then parts of it are light years away from the beautiful vision in your head… Okay, actually that is an experience that continues throughout your life, but I think it’s especially high school, because that’s when many people get the critical acumen to realize that their skill set does not yet match their ambition.

I also thought the movie did a good job of portraying a strained parent-child relationship where nonetheless it’s nonetheless clear that the characters love each other. Lydia is really struggling after her father’s death, and because of that she can’t always feel her mother’s love (partly because her mother is also struggling, and her grief makes her short-tempered). But her mother’s love is still there: Lydia just can’t feel it because her own suffering has closed her off to everything outside herself.

After the movie there was a live Q&A with director Leah Bleich, which is one of the Heartland features that I’ve come to super enjoy. I actually asked a question this time! Bleich mentioned that she had made movies when she was a kid and I asked if she made anything like the sci-fi epic the characters attempt in this film. (She had not - mostly she made videos starring her brother, not because he was a musician but because he was available. SUCH a childhood mood.)

In answer to another question she compared the movie to The Edge of Seventeen, which I definitely thought of while I was watching - I think especially it’s the way that Lydia keeps bursting in on her guidance counselor, all over-the-top good cheer and bravado, so similar to the way Nadine bursts in on her favorite teacher?

But also the fact that Lydia, like Nadine, can be self-absorbed to the point of cruelty (“I don’t need anything from you right now,” she tells her oldest friend, “so why are you still here?”). However, while I found Nadine unbearable, I was rooting for Lydia: absolutely there were times I wanted to smack her, but also you can see that she’s really, really struggling with her father’s death. In the home videos from her childhood you can see that she wasn’t always like this and if she can find a way to reengage with life she can become that person again, or rather a new, grown-up version of that person.

(Nadine in contrast has apparently always been like this, for no particular reason, and nothing that she’s doing seems likely to result in her becoming different or better in any way.)

Bleich also commented, pursuant another question but it’s relevant here, that for Lydia the camera is a way to engage with life on her own terms - to hold herself at a remove from it.

Cat Daddies

Oct. 9th, 2022 06:40 am
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Heartland Film Festival is here! And I kicked off the festival with Cat Daddies, a delightful documentary about men who are just really, really devoted to their cats.

It profiles eight men and their cats: an actor with four cats, a stuntman with a Maine Coon, a trucker whose cat travels the country with him (this is Tora, who is apparently cat internet famous), an entire station of firefighters and their beloved marmalade tom, and a homeless man who lives in New York with his cat Lucky, a darling tabby who he rescued as sad and sodden abandoned kitten.

I thought this last was particularly interesting because you almost never see homeless people included in stories like this - only in documentaries that are about being homeless. Here, David's primary identity is "cat lover," just like all the other guys in the documentary.

The documentary also notes, subtly but unmistakably, how few things straight American men are allowed to like. Beer! Sportsball! Dogs! All fine. But cats? None of these guys ever says straight out "I thought I couldn't like cats because it would make me a pussy" but you definitely get the sense that they all grew up thinking that liking cats was shameful, and remain slightly gobsmacked to discover that in fact they love cats.

The firefighter makes the masculinity connection explicit: I wish I had the exact quote but he says something like "Shouldn't masculinity including loving and protecting other creatures?"

Also, lots of adorable cat footage. It would have been worth it for that alone.
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Another autumn is upon us, and with it another Heartland Film Festival!

This year I have a QUANDARY, as the first Saturday of Heartland Film Festival conflicts with the IU Cinema's showing of Ernst Lubitsch's menage a trois film Design for Living (truly shocking that I haven't seen this before), and if I miss Design for Living now I may never again have the opportunity to see it on the big screen! But if I go to see Design for Living, I may miss my chance to see Scrap, a documentary about "the vast and strangely beautiful places where things go to die"...

Not to mention the cascading knock-off effects as I attempt to tetris movies into my schedule. I simply want to see too many movies this year!

Other films include:

The Moon and Back, in which a high school senior films her dead father's space opera screenplay with an old VHS camera and some pocket change. Heartland has a LOT of movies about dead relatives this year, but this one sounds hilarious rather than heart-wrenching, and I'm weak for movies about making movies. (One of last Heartland's highlights was It's a Summer Film, in which a Japanese high school girl rallies her friends to make a samurai film.)

Butterfly in the Sky, a documentary about the making of Reading Rainbow.

R.M.N., a movie by Romanian director Christian Mungiu, whose career I have been following since 4 Months, 3 Weeks, and 2 Days knocked my socks off back in college. Not sure what this one is about, but 100% sure it will be harrowing.

Pinball: The Man Who Saved the Game, "the unbelievable true story of Roger Sharpe, the young Midwesterner who overturned New York City's 35-year-old ban on pinball machines." FASCINATED to learn why New York City had a thirty-five-year ban on pinball machines.

And The Lost King, a comedy-drama based on the discovery of Richard III's remains beneath a car park in 2012. This one is the centerpiece of the festival (literally it is billed as such) and it sounds like a goddamn delight.
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Alien on Stage: The Documentary is a documentary about a stage show of the movie Alien put on by a group of Dorset bus drivers as a replacement for their regular Christmas pantomime. The documentary directors caught a performance and were so enchanted that they decided to try to get the play an opportunity to play in London… which is how it ended up at the Leicester Square Theater in the West End, where it has played for one night only three years running, all proceeds to go to charity.

I’m not sure exactly at what point in this process the documentary directors actually started filming the documentary. Whenever it was, it’s an interesting case of a documentary where the involvement of the documentary creators clearly had a huge effect shaping the story! This is something I wonder about sometimes with documentaries (ironically, it’s worse when the directors try to be a discreet fly on the wall; the fact that they try to hide their presence makes me wonder about it more) so it was nice to see it acknowledged here, although this is definitely not a meta-documentary and has no interest in digging into, IDK, the Implications that this might have about the making of documentaries and doesn’t the act of documenting in itself change the thing being documented etc.

What it is interested in is the mechanics of putting on an amateur theater production (the parts about the special effects and the costumes, particular the Alien costume, are particularly fun), the reasons why the participants were interested in amateur theatrics, and just the overall fun of the stage show. It’s sold out in Leicester Square all three years it was performed, and the audience from the showing documented in this film is clearly having a rollicking good time watching it: it seems to have hit the sweet spot of “campy good fun” but also “good enough that it’s actually enjoyable to watch,” as campy good fun can only carry a performance so far.

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And that wraps up Heartland Film Festival for this year! I picked out a particularly good slate this year: in the past there's generally been at least one dud each festival, but this year I enjoyed them all. (I had some reservations about Set!, but it was enjoyable to watch and I've gotten an ENORMOUS amount of conversational mileage out of the woman with the taxidermy in her tablescapes.)

My favorites were Belfast and Firebird (that one in particular haunts me). Definitely worth watching if you get a chance!

Belfast

Oct. 17th, 2021 09:03 pm
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I’ve been on a bit of an Ireland kick ever since I watched Derry Girls, so of course when I saw that Kenneth Branagh’s Belfast was playing at the Heartland Film Festival, I just had to watch it.

Apparently so did everyone else at the festival, because the first showing sold out! TRAGEDY. But then there was a second showing… at the same time as Jane Campion’s new movie, The Power of the Dog... it was a hard-fought battle, but in the end I went to Belfast, and I have no regrets! (Well, maybe a tiny little baby regret, but only in a “I wish I could have chosen both!” kind of way.)

Belfast is great. It’s based on Branagh’s childhood and it’s already getting Oxford buzz, and I can see why. The film starts with full-color shots of modern Belfast, then pans over a wall into the black-and-white world of a side street in 1967. Children are playing, shoppers walking up and down the street, everyone just going about their business… until a gang shows up and starts smashing up the street.

It’s only after it’s over (and this makes the destruction only more frightening) that we (and Buddy, our eight-year-old hero) learn why. This street, it seems, is one of the few left in Belfast where Protestants and Catholics live together, and this Protestant gang wants the Catholics out.

They also want all the Protestants firmly on their side, or at least to keep their mouths shut and fork over protection money. So even though Buddy’s family is Protestant, they’re on a collision course with trouble, because he’s not going to join up or fork over any money or pretend he has any problem with Catholics just to avoid trouble himself. But the political situation quickly makes this position untenable, and Buddy’s father starts looking for work that will allow him to move his family to England… only Buddy’s mother doesn’t want to leave Belfast.

Now, generally speaking I am on Team Leave the Active War Zone. I remained on this team throughout the movie, but Buddy’s mother makes a moving and beautiful case for why people do stay: they’ve lived here all their lives, all their family and friends are here, they’ve got roots in this city. “You say if we go to England we’ll have a bit of garden for the boys to play in,” she says. “But here they can play wherever they want, because everyone knows them, and everyone loves them, and everyone looks after them.”

And it’s clear this was the case - before the troubles began.

Also, let me pause for a shallow note, but the actors playing Buddy’s parents are both absolutely gorgeous, and they really nail a dynamic that a lot of movies try for and fail: a married couple whose relationship has believable and sometimes quite sharp tensions, but who nonetheless love each other and try hard to work it out. There’s a really lovely scene near the end where they’re singing and dancing at an Irish wake and the love between them, not just chemistry but a sense of deep attachment, almost shimmers in the air.

What makes the movie so good, I think, is the way that it alternates between relaxing the tension and pulling it tight. You have moments like the attack on the neighborhood at the beginning that are taut as a bowstring - and then bits like Buddy’s grandfather giving him (loving but perhaps questionable) advice on how to pursue his crush on his classmate Catherine, which give the audience a laugh and lets the tension go. And then the tension ratchets up again, and pulls all the tighter because it went slack.

I’ve rarely seen a movie so perfectly balanced. It’s doing a lot of things at once and it does them all well. Just a really lovely well-made film.

Set!

Oct. 15th, 2021 07:29 pm
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Set! is about competitive tablescaping, or, more specifically, about the yearly table-setting contest at the Orange County Fair. I thought that this might be a speed contest (how many tables can each contestant set accurately in five minutes! or whatever), but in fact it's an aesthetic contest: each contestant designs an extremely fancy table, as you might do for, say, a themed birthday party, except in this case this table is going to have absolutely no use at all except to be judged at the fair.

I can't entirely tell if the documentary was making fun of this pastime or if I personally, despite my best attempts to keep an open mind, was bringing the mockery in my heart. Several contestants earnestly explain that they are expressing themselves CREATIVELY and it's ART, but I just couldn't quite get behind spending six months designing an extremely fancy decorated table that no one is ever going to eat at, and in many cases no one would WANT to eat at, as for instance the table by the woman who is like, "The theme this year is international travel, which made me think of my safari in Africa, which made me think of poachers, so I am going to use many specimens from my taxidermy collection! Including a monkey over whose shoulder I will sling a pistol, because my theme is the REVENGE OF THE ANIMALS against the poachers. The table will be scattered with bullets and I will write the menu in blood."

(She does not ultimately write the menu in blood.)

In a previous year, she designed a New Year's table with little taxidermy mice sitting on the plates guzzling from tiny champagne bottles, and a taxidermy monkey in a top hat sitting atop a very tall centerpiece as a sort of ringmaster for the whole thing. WHO is going to want to eat a meal when there are TAXIDERMY MICE on the plates?

To be honest, I am puzzled why that particular contestant has decided that tablescaping is her metier, when is seems so obvious that she considers herself above the other contestants. "I don't want to be that bitch who walks around making catty comments about the other contestants' tables," she says, and then she does exactly that, including an extended spiel about the table put together by the unemployed guy who spent literally his last dollar completing his table. "I overheard him say that he bought his plates at the Dollar Store," she scoffs. "Maybe next year he should put a bit more effort in."

Upon reflection I think the fact that she feels above all the other contestants IS the appeal. It's also probably nice to tell herself that if she doesn't get a ribbon, it's because the judges were simply too bourgeois to get it.

There's also a woman who keeps all her tables on display year round in a special Table Room, which has run out of space, so at the end of the documentary the new table goes at the foot of the bed in the master bedroom (her husband gazes on resignedly). And then you've got the two women who hire a male belly dancer to dance when their waterobics class came to the table unveiling... actually they were great, I loved them and their entire waterobics class. They can stay. It's nice they've found a hobby they enjoy, I guess! I just don't understand... why... that one.
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The Return: Life after ISIS is a documentary about a number of women who ran away from various western countries to join the Islamic State. Living in a refugee camp in the aftermath of the Islamic State's defeat, they have formed (or are forced to form, the mechanics are not quite clear) a support group to deradicalize themselves and ponder what led to their radicalization in the first place.

From a dramatic standpoint, this documentary is gold. It's such an inherently dramatic situation! You have all these women who get swept up in a Movement, and think they are doing something great and glorious (and incidentally giving themselves purpose and direction) by joining up, and then they actually get to the war zone and realize, "Oh no. I have made a horrible mistake." But by then, they're trapped.

Or at least, this is how they present their stories to the filmmaker. At the end of the day any documentary has an agenda and any documentary subject does too, but it's particularly clear here: these women want to go home, and the documentary is presenting that case in the best possible light, which means playing up the "brainwashed by Twitter!" angle and not "Is it really brainwashing if you kept choosing of your own free will to go back to the ISIS propaganda videos? There are so many cat videos you could have watched instead!"

So on the one hand it does succeed in presenting these women as sympathetic. Haven't we all had times when we thrashed around for purpose and direction in our lives? Who among us has not, at some point, made a horrible mistake? Isn't it just luck really that our horrible mistakes were things like "grad school" or "dating that chump" instead of "joining ISIS"?

On the other hand, it's pushing the sympathetic angle hard enough that it begins to undermine itself: clearly we're not getting the whole story here. You don't just trip and fall into an ISIS propaganda clickhole if you're not already kind of into the idea of beheading your opponents.

Firebird

Oct. 11th, 2021 01:11 pm
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When I first posted about this year's Heartland Film Festival, I commented that Firebird, the gay Soviet pilot film "will probably break my heart but I want it anyway," and for the record I wish to state that I was absolutely right, it DID break my heart, not least because it turns out that it's based on a true story. The director read Sergey Fetisov's memoir of his love affair with fellow pilot Roman, and loved it so much he knew he had to make it into a film.

The story starts on a Soviet air force base in Estonia in 1977, where Sergey meets Roman, a darkly handsome "daring fighter pilot" (this is in the movie description and suggests more derring-do than the movie delivers, in case you were in this for the daring flight operations). They share a love of photography, and Sergey goes to Roman's room to develop some photographs, which of course involves Roman gently guiding his hand as he removes the photograph from the developing solution.

In general this movie is fantastic at those small meaningful touches: there's a really wonderful moment later on, their first kiss in the woods, when Roman reaches for Sergey and there's this little moment where Sergey flinches away and then leans into it, deciding he wants this to happen... And then later on they go skinny-dipping in the sea and have sex behind the rocks, because were ELSE are you going to get any privacy on a Soviet air force base?

(The filmmakers gave a little talk about the movie afterward, and the actor who plays Sergey commented that they did all the sea scenes on the very first day of a filming in a very chilly ocean. "They set up a little sauna on the beach," he noted. "No one in England would have thought of that, they would have said just get in and tough it out." He is British - the movie is in English, which surprised me at first, as I had the vague idea it would be in Estonian or Russian.)

Unfortunately, someone sees something, and anonymously denounces Roman. Roman denies everything, and steps up his courtship of Luisa, the girl who Sergey supposedly has a crush on, although it's clear that this is entirely a blind. I think Roman's relationship for Luisa is just a blind, too, although this is not entirely clear, and I kind of hope he loves her at least a little because he ends up marrying the poor girl.

Whatever his actual feelings for her, he does not treat her lovingly: a few years later he gets a transfer to Moscow, where Sergey is now studying acting, and he arranges things to leave Luisa behind in Estonia in hopes that he can reconnect with Sergey. Sergey is understandably resistant - he had to attend their wedding! where he was forced to put up with people condoling with him about the person he loved (Luisa, supposedly) marrying someone else! - but in the end of course he goes along with it, and they get an apartment together, which given the constant Soviet housing crisis must count as a minor miracle.

But then Luisa shows up! Sergey quarrels with Roman, and finally breaks off the relationship, except unfortunately he leaves the break-up letter in a place where Luisa finds it. She is understandably NOT thrilled that her husband has been cheating on her. Roman, beset on all sides, signs up to fight in Afghanistan. In his final letter, he tells Sergey, "I have to go to the one place where I still feel free: the sky."

Sergey receives this letter after Roman has already been killed in action. He goes to see Luisa, presumably because he's a glutton for punishment, because what good could possibly come of visiting Roman's grieving widow, who is also coping with the fact that maybe Roman never loved her, and rubbing her face in Roman's love affair with Sergey? Indeed, no good DOES come of it: Luisa is bitterly angry and tells Sergey that he meant nothing to Roman, which is cruel (and I very much suspect a projection: Luisa is afraid she meant nothing to Roman, so she casts that accusation outward), but then, so was Sergey's decision to visit.

So yes, in some ways it's a sad movie: the ending is sad, and their love affair is really hampered all throughout by the society that they live in. And yet there are lots of moments of real joy, too. During the Q&A, the director Peeter Rebane, who is Estonian and grew up in the Soviet Union, commented that he wanted to capture the Soviet Union as a colorful place where real people lived and loved and had joys as well as sorrows - a contrast to the tendency in western films to film the Soviet Union with a blue filter, everyone looking washed out and cadaverous.

And he succeeds. Yes, there's a lot of sadness in the story, but there's a lot of joy too: the scene where Sergey and Roman watch the ballet Firebird, their race out to swim and have sex in the Baltic, the party scenes, the sun-drenched trip to the Black Sea: all these things are glorious and alive.
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It's a Summer Film! is a love letter to classic samurai films and thus probably even better if you have ever watched a samurai film, which unfortunately I have not, but I found it very enjoyable nonetheless!

Our heroine, Barefoot, and her two best friends decide to make a samurai film in time for the school festival. Unfortunately, Barefoot is having trouble finding an actor to cast as her lead, until she goes to a samurai film festival and sees the perfect leading man in the audience... She shouts out the name of her main character, and the boy whips around, yells "Director Barefoot!" and flees, forcing Barefoot into a goofy madcap chase that briefly distracted me from the question of "How does he know her name?"

It turns out that Rintaro knows Barefoot's name because he's a time traveler! He is a HUGE fan of Barefoot's work, but unfortunately her first film has been lost, although there is evidence that it was screened one time at the school's summer festival... So Rintaro traveled back in time to see it. Alas, the fact that he has been cast as one of the two leading samurai means that the film will have to be destroyed after the festival, as he is not supposed to exist in the past!

To be honest I found the time travel the weakest aspect of this story, although this could just be that I found it a bummer when Rintaro explains that no one watches films in the future. (Rintaro, one presumes, is the future version of someone who nowadays would read obscure Victorian novels, a pastime to which people tend to respond with glazed incomprehension.) To be fair, this is part of the point! Barefoot finds it a bummer too! She nearly gives up on her movie because what's the point making films at all if film is just going to die?

However, the youthful shenanigans of our young filmmakers are a delight. I especially enjoyed Barefoot's one-sided rivalry with the other girl who is making a film for the school festival: her rival is making a dreamy romantic comedy, which Barefoot scoffs at, until inevitably she and Rintaro fall into a star-crossed love and Barefoot's life turns into a romantic... well, not exactly comedy, given that Rintaro must return to the future and they can never be together... but the tragic weight in the story really goes to "films disappear," and this is in comparison a minor sadness.

Anyway, somehow the love story and the tragedy of the death of film culminates with the two of them enacting a new ending for Barefoot's film (she never did feel fully satisfied with any of her other endings) at the school festival, where they enlist the entire delighted audience as extras in a samurai battle fought with brooms, which of course ends with Barefoot and Rintaro dueling each other and shouting about the nature of love! and art! and bringing film back to the future! which Rintaro promises to do, inspired by Barefoot's example!

I say "somehow" because the theater run into technical difficulties at the climactic moment and the picture cut out right when we were about to see Barefoot's film! They did get it playing eventually, but I'm almost certain we skipped something, because when it started up again, we didn't see any of Barefoot's film at all, and Barefoot was rousing everyone up for the broom battle. The theater just had to have troubles at exactly the wrong moment, which made the ending a little confusing and totally borked the momentum. Oh well. It was still a fun journey, even if the vagaries of technology threw off the ending a bit.
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Celine Sciamma's Petite Maman is a story about a girl suffering from a recent loss in the family who finds solace and friendship when she meets another girl her own age... who turns out to live in her very same house, but a few decades earlier.

"Wait," I said. "I wrote that book."

This is a real life version of that old saw about how if you give ten writers the same prompt, they'll come up with ten different stories, because Petite Maman is very different from The Time-Traveling Popcorn Ball (although the similarities did delight me).

Sciamma is best known at this point for Portrait of a Lady on Fire. This is a very different story, although there's a definite aesthetic and thematic similarity: it's a quiet, contained story, a small cast in a house in a beautiful natural setting, and although unlike Portrait of a Lady on Fire it does have one important male character (Nelly's father), the main focus is on the female characters.

Our heroine is Nelly, an eight-year-old girl who has just lost her maternal grandmother. Nelly and her parents go to clear out her grandmother's home. This was also Nelly's mother Marion's home in childhood, and she reminisces to Nelly about those days: the panther she used to imagine in the shadows at the end of her bed, the hut she built in the woods behind the house.

But Nelly's mother - presumably crushed by grief, although the movie doesn't explain - ends up leaving after just one night. Nelly's father takes over the packing, and Nelly heads out into the woods... where she finds a girl building a hut.

The synopsis I read didn't mention the magical angle, which puzzled me, because it's not really a spoiler: Nelly figures it out almost at once, when a rain storm swoops in and the girl takes Nelly to her house (which is of course Nelly's grandma's house) for hot chocolate.

This is a quiet story, understated in its emotion, with a gentle eye for the details of its setting: the autumn color in the woods, the house as a family home and in the process of being taken apart till it's just an empty house again ("They decorated around the bureau," Nelly's father discovers, when he moves a heavy piece of furniture in the kitchen). The program director compared the movie to the works of Miyazaki, which is accurate, although the comparison is not exact: there's a very different feel to it than to, say, My Neighbor Totoro, which is probably the closest comparison. The magic here is so matter-of-fact it almost doesn't feel like magic.

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Julia

Oct. 8th, 2021 08:50 am
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Heartland Film Festival has begun! At the last minute I got tickets to go see the opening film, Julia, a documentary about Julia Child directed by Julie Cohen and Betsy West (who also directed the documentary RBG), and it was delightful although there was a criminal lack of pear tart to assuage my cravings after the long, luscious pear tart sequence in the film. ("Food is sex," a French food critic informs us, as the camera lingers on the sensuous curves of the wine-poached pears.)

After the film there was a Zoom talk with the filmmakers, who told us that the pear sequence was actually shot in two locations, New York and Paris, because the Parisian cinematographer couldn't come to the US because of Covid at the time. "If you look closely, you can see that the cinnamon stick in the Paris shots is slightly bigger." Of course none of us were looking closely because we were all lusting after the tart: those two widely separated shots came together so seamlessly that nothing distracted us from its lusciousness.

Of course, the food shots are only a small part of the documentary, accompaniments to the moments when Julia Child is testing recipes or demonstrating a recipe on TV. The documentary cuts back and forth between the black-and-white television programs to the full-color recreations so our Food Network-trained generation can see just how mouth-watering these dishes really are.

I already knew the outlines of Julia Child's early years with Paul Child from Julie and Julia, but the information of Julia Child's later years was mostly new to me. In particular, I hadn't realized that she advocated for Planned Parenthood and gave many benefit dinners for them, or that during the AIDS crisis (after her lawyer, a dear friend, died of AIDS) she began giving AIDS benefit dinners, too. At this point she was in her seventies, which is a time when many people's attitudes have calcified, so it was lovely to see that it is possible for someone to still grow and change and shake off the homophobia of their conservative upbringing at that age.

Also Julia's classic dinner party roast beef with potatoes fried in the drippings looks to DIE for. That will be my new answer when anyone asks "If you could go to a dinner party with any famous person in history...?" Julia Child, of course!
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Heartland Film Festival is back! I'm so excited! I've spent all morning going through the films they're screening and marking down all the ones I'd like to see, including:

Petite Maman, by Celine Sciamma (the director of Portrait of a Lady on Fire, which I ALSO saw at the Heartland Film Festival, Before It Was Cool as the kids say); this one about two girls becoming friends and building a treehouse in the forest and it sounds absolutely delightful.

It's a Summer Film!, a Japanese film about a trio of teenage girls making the samurai film of their HEARTS. Again: doesn't that sound delightful? (The festival has a lot of serious films this year - indeed, it does every year - but this year I've really gone hard for "Does this sound like it will make my heart SING?")

Firebird, an Estonian film about gay Soviet airmen. YES. WANT. It will probably break my heart but I want it anyway.

Alien on Stage, a documentary about "bus drivers from rural England make an amateur stage show of Ridley Scott's "Alien" and accidentally take it to London's famous West End theatre district." I'm getting distinct wacky theater vibes from this description, and I LOVE wacky theater.

Set!, a documentary about competitive table setting, which is so eccentric that I fell in love with the idea instantly.

...All of this is quite a separate question from whether or not I will actually ATTEND these films. Well, okay, actually I did already by a ticket to Petite Maman, because that one is not available online - many of them do have online showings this year - I suppose I could always do the online showings for the ones where that's available... Except, let's be real, I will probably not get around to watching most of them if I don't have the discipline of an actual screen time in a literal movie theater. The Heartland Film Festival was entirely virtual last year and I went through the schedule with great excitement (there was a documentary about stuntwomen! and a Finnish movie about 70-year-old sisters on a madcap road trip!) and then didn't watch ANY of the movies. It just didn't feel like a festival to sit home and watch them alone.

Lovers

Oct. 24th, 2019 08:42 am
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Lovers was the final film that I watched at the Heartland Film Festival this year: a low-key German film, set in modern Berlin, about a man and a woman (nameless) who are spending their last day together before he moves to New York City, where he will be putting on some sort of year-long art installation.

The movie has four separate parts, all interwoven together; during the Q&A after the film, the filmmaker told us that each part was filmed on a separate day. The first day, she interviewed the actor and actress in character, which gave them a chance to get to know each other and sort of build up in their minds a picture of this relationship that is ending over the course of the movie; there was a lot of improv in the movie, this part especially.

On days two and three, they filmed the break-up (which actually takes place before the last day) and an artistic set-piece in which the man and the woman stand on top of a wall, at opposite ends, and then walk slowly toward each other, ritually removing an item of clothing with each step. Presumably symbolic: as you get closer over the course of a relationship, you reveal more of yourself.

And day four was the day that they actually spent wandering Berlin, filming their last day together (both within the film and also in reality).

The film is a little more understated than is my preference, but I did enjoy this tour of Berlin aspect, and the Q&A with the director was fascinating. The Q&A with the director of Woman in Motion was great, too; next year I may make a point of trying to attend showings where the filmmaker will be present. It enriches the experience to hear someone talk about the process of making the movie.

Honeyland

Oct. 22nd, 2019 07:12 am
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There are two kinds of documentary: the Woman in Motion kind, where the filmmakers go around and interview lots of people and incorporate found footage, and then there are documentaries like Honeyland, where the filmmaker goes somewhere and films for a while and then stitches a movie together out of the footage.

I tend to prefer the first kind, partly because they tend to be more fast-paced, but also because I tend to be less awkwardly aware of the filmmaker. Or rather, in the first kind of documentary the camera crew’s presence is both more obvious and less invasive: if a camera crew goes to interview George Takei for an afternoon, for instance, you don’t feel that their presence is likely to have a big warping effect on his life, because it is just an afternoon and he’s George Takei.

A camera crew that sets up shop for months and months in a remote Macedonian village, on the other hand, is going to change things. In fact, a lot of the action in Honeyland arises from a new family that settles in the village for a few months: their presence completely changes Hatidze’s life. First the changes are positive: they give her companions other than her aged, dying mother. Then, the changes turn negative: the new people set up beehives of their own, and because they don’t leave enough honey when they harvest, their bees kill Hatidze’s.

Now, obviously a film crew is not going to set up a bunch of beehives, but all the same, their presence must have had a huge effect on Hatidze’s life - but they have no presence in the film. When Hatidze’s mother dies, and Hatidze is keening over the body, and the camera is about two feet from her face, I can’t help thinking about how the camera crew is right there, filming like a pack of vultures when the human thing to do would be to set aside the camera for a minute and try to comfort her.

Of course, it’s entirely possible that they did just that after they got their clip, but all the same, the lack of acknowledgment that the film crew is there creates an absence in the film that bothers me.

This is something that I’ve experienced with other documentaries, too, but I’ve never been able to put my finger on what bothered me before, which is why poor Honeyland is bearing the brunt of my realization. If the phantom film crew doesn’t bother you, it’s doing what it’s doing very well: recording the life of a beekeeper in a remote mountain village in Macedonian (it appears to be occupied only by Hatidze and her mother until the other family arrives) as she harvests not only her own hive, but the wild hives in the mountains around her.

The beekeeping scenes are all particularly well done. The documentary starts with a particularly stunning shot of Hatidze making her way along a narrow mountain ledge to harvest a hive that the bees have built up among the rocks.

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