30 Ekim 2013 Çarşamba

ESSIE SPEAKS OF THE INGENUITY OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT

Well sorry about that. I do try and keep things on track over here, no matter what goes on in my "offline life" but I cannot control everyting. Getting the flu is one of these things. Anyhow, we're back on track now and just to re-iterate, the blog will be re-updated on sunday, as usual, so you have plenty to read through this week at least!

This week's characters are testaments to the human spirit. Confronted by any adversity, be it in local contexts such as political pressure and censorship or more universal ones such as family life and careers, once the initial fear has been put aside, the human spirit is resiliant enough to make extraordinary things happen with a situation. The works I show this week shows us what we are capable of doign with a situation... The results are sometimes good and sometimes bad... But in any case, they are definitely extraordinary.

And don't forget to check out my new videos at the bottom of the page! The trailer for "Baby Jane" proved a tad elusive (and a tad beyond my technical abilities when finally found), so I have put in a rather famous sequence from the movie to whet your apetites.

happy viewing,
Essie

IN WHICH JAFAR PANAHI CREATES A NEW ART FORM... "THIS IS NOT A FILM"

Ok, so you guys know about Jafar Panahi, right? He is one of the most successful and talented directors Iran has produced in our century. He’s in a tad bit of trouble right now…  See, Penahi is one of the large group of educated Iranians who are against what the current regime is doing. And he is vocal about it. For this reason, he has been prosecuted and his sentence was 6 years in prison and a 20 year ban on making films, writing scripts or giving interviews. Having been “shut down” a third of the way through the production of his latest film, at the time of the production of this… Let’s call it a documentary for now, he is in his home in Tehran awaiting the decision for his appeal. Panahi, not content with just throwing up his hands and giving up, made the documentary. It was then smuggled out of Iran on an I-phone hidden in a cake, just in time for the Cannes Film Festival.  I mean,  that smuggling story alone deserves a movie made about it I reckon, but I guess that’s for another time and place. Now, it’s a tad bit hard to describe, but let’s try and focus on the actual thing that was smuggled for now.
Panahi is, in essence, stuck in his home in Tehran. He cannot work… Or can he? He first starts off by trying to film himself. That doesn’t work. So he reaches out to a personal friend and documentary film maker, Mojtaba Mitrahmahsb… From this effort emerges… Well, something. The DVD sleeve calls it a “new art form”. I have a feeling they may be right. Penahi, seemingly while he is doing little more than freestyling to the camera, asks a key question : “If you can tell a film, why should you film it?” Penahi starts off by telling us, scene by scene, the film he was interrupted doing.  It is strange, haunting and fascinating to watch as Penahi uses masking tape to mark off rooms on his living room floor and acts out key moments… After all, he cannot film or write scripts. There’s nothing in the court decision about not reading a script that is already written. But anyway, from there, he branches off into a philosophical debate, flashbacks of other films and, perversely, a very strange encounter with the janitor that Penahi films on the spur of the moment… I don’t know… You really have to see it to understand it properly.
Government censorship is a terrible thing at the best of times. I mean, I understand the need for control but in countries such as Iran, this “control” has spilled over into violations of the right to speak freely long, long ago. Throughout history though in most countries where artists have had to content with serious government pressure while they work a lot of ingenuity comes into play. Artists often take the censure and use it as an extra challenge to produce something extraordinary that still portrays the message they want to give. Penahi has achieved this with this particular project and it is this spirit I admire more than anything else. Having been forbidden to film, to write and to even talk about it in an official capacity, his immediate response is to start a project that fits all this criteria – so it is not a film – and yet… It may not be a film but it definitely is something darn similar… I mean, ask the Cannes Film Festival if you don’t believe me. Having been smuggled there the film made it into the official selection. No matter what you call it, film, documentary, installation, interview… It is a wonderful piece of work that demonstrates that even in the face of the most horrific oppression the human spirit will always find a way to fight back. Not necessarily with sticks and stones; but with thoughts, messages and art… I mean, at the end of the day, who needs sticks and stones? A well placed discussion is infinitely more dangerous to censorship… But that, as they say, is another story…  


ON HOW TIME AND LIFE CHANGES US... "WHATEVER HAPPENED TO BABY JANE?"

Ok, so I know that it’s literally Halloween tomorrow. You’ll be thinking I have missed a trick or two. I mean, why in the world am I not reviewing horror films, right? Well, I know my schedule is a little skew-wiff this week but I would argue that this film is not exactly out of context. I mean, there are many real-life scary things in this world of ours. One is the human mind and it’s capabilities for creating suffering – for ourselves and the people around us. The second, is using this capability within the context of your own family – and as a lot of us probably know this happens more often than we like to admit in public. But anyway, whatever happened to baby jane is specifically this kind of thriller. And I don’t care how used you are to big special effects and CGI, if you have even half a heart, I can guarantee that this little black and white number from the ‘60s will get the hairs on the back of your neck standing right on end…
We start off in 1917, and child star Baby Jane Hudson is taking America by storm. An all-singing, all-dancing American sweetheart  that toured the music halls, Baby Jane has shot to celebrity very young, and it shows. Adored by all, she is spoiled and treats her sister Blanche and her family little better than staff. Fast forward some years however and the tables have taken a very drastic turn. Blanche has shot to fame as a star of the big screen while Jane (Bette Davis) has been forgotten – partly due to her drinking problem. But if the bitterness of being forgotten while her sister is celebrated is not enough, Jane has another slight problem. A car accident has left Blanche (Joan Crawford) paralysed from the waist down, so it falls to Jane to wait on her hand and foot and take care of her every need. But Jane is bitter about this situation. She is very bitter indeed. And she doesn’t miss a single opportunity to remind her sister of it. Question is, when will the torture Jane inflicts on her sister end, if ever? How much more can Blanche take, and has she any way of stopping her, despite being completely dependent on her?
Ok. I don’t even know where to begin with this. But the cast alone should tell you something. Come on, Bette Davis and Joan Crawford. I mean, the acting is just… Just superb… I can’t think of many actresses that could successfully pull off the “bad guy” so well and give such a sense of the pathetic at the same time. But even though you feel at times desperately sorry for Jane, you cannot help but watch in horror at what she puts poor Blanche through. It’s funny , really… Family ties are complicated at the best of times without the added complications of lost fame, resentment and crippling accidents, besides let’s face it, who knows our weak spots better than them? The dynamic between the two sisters is simply timeless, and I defy anyone to watch this without their skin crawling on some level or another, despite it being made 50 odd years ago… Just goes to show, some fears never change or grow old…
Speaking of 50 years ago though, technophobe that I am, I couldn’t help smiling at the fact that this film could not be made in the 21st century. A lot of the plot revolves around the fact that Blanche cannot contact the outside world or call help because she is trapped on the second floor of the mansion – completely dependent on her sister to get to the first floor – and unable to reach the telephone and call help. Blanche would probably have a mobile and a laptop or tablet if she were alive today; and even assuming her sister removed all these things, she would sooner or later be able to get hold of something, e-mail, call , text, skype, whatsapp or viber the authorities and that would be the end of that… I’m not even getting started on how “possible” the skeleton in the family closet would be in this day and age (mainly because the skeleton constitutes a very fine sting in the story’s tail that I want you to discover for yourselves) but suffice it to say that in a lot of ways the film is a museum piece. But the way it takes such a universal theme as sibling rivalry and turns into a thriller we can relate to today despite the antiquated settings makes the film a real masterpiece and a true classic.



28 Ekim 2013 Pazartesi

ESSIE'S LATE! BUT SHE'S ON HER WAY!

Hey fellas.

Just a quick appology to let you know that I haven't been very well this weekend so the updates are late. I'm very sorry. Check back wednesday morning for the latest. But don't worry, Come next weekend, we'll be back on track... 

have a great week in the meanwhile!
Essie

21 Ekim 2013 Pazartesi

ESSIE STILL AT THE LONDON FILM FESTIVAL!

Oh come on, you know me better than that. You knew this whole festival theme was going to go on for a while.

And before I forget, an important adition : Please scroll down to the bottom of the page for the non-lopsided (I'm so proud) trailers of the films this week. From now on, I have decided, the Amazon links for the films (if they exist) will be placed at the side as they always were and the trailers at the bottom. See? Lots of juicy stuff for you to root through. Don't ever say I don't make an effort to keep you amused :) Anyway, Our Sunhi's trailer can be found below as you can see and Sixteen has not a trailer but a whole behind the scenes video! (Oh don't be scared, it's only 2,5 minutes. You can spare that much) Scroll down! Check'em out!

I did enjoy the festival though. I only wish my budget would allow to go to as many films as I did back home in Istanbul. But ticket prices are a good deal different over there. Oh well... But at least it was a bit more of an interesting challange. With fewer "shots", you had to be extra careful in chosing. I ended up with as ecclectic a bunch as ever - and that's after a whole load of reading and re-reading the festival programme. I'm sure this says something about my character, but I'm not entirely sure what...


happy viewing!
Essie

ABOUT THE DEVIL BEING IN THE DETAILS... "OUR SUNHI"

This is another thing I love about film festivals. If you bypass the big galas that will clearly open in a few weeks in cinemas anyway an dig around in the independents, documentaries and foreign films, you can come up with some truly extraordinary things (a fact I have been trying to demonstrate since next week). Our Sunhi, from the “Laugh” section, is definitely one of these. Now, we have all heard of the Buddhist principal whereby life (and subsequently your future incarnations) present you essentially with the same lessons, people and advice until we truly learn from them and move on (I’m sure this concept has an actual name and everything, however… You know…). This is used a lot in productions that are a lot more tragic and didactic by nature. Our Sunhi takes the concept and not only points out that it can be viewed as very funny… It reminds us that we actually probably witness it on a daily basis…
Sunhi is a quiet young woman who wants to become a director. At almost 30, she feels that it may just be too late for her, but is still willing to give it her best shot. Her aim is to get a scholarship to study abroad; she feels this will better her and give her a better shot at her dreams. However, this means stepping out of her shell and acting. And getting over her own fears and uncertainties is one thing, she must also interact with a whole host of people who are… Let’s just say rather unconventional. On the list are her course professor (to whom she must be nice as she needs his reference letter for this programme), her ex (with whom she most definitely has unfinished business) and miscellaneous classmates (who are each “special” in their own way). Another point worth noting is that Sunhi is just about the only woman in this motley crew…  So we watch her trying to figure out which way to go next and we realise that there is, in fact, a lot of circularity in what is going on in her life, albeit hidden under the … Question is, does Sunhi?
Now, as I wrote the review thus far I realised that there are many traps you might fall into in trying to imagine what the film is like / about. First of all, don’t let the idea of repetition scare you – it’s not boring and definitely not absurd comedy. I know, it’s a Korean film and the Korean are rather “out there” when it comes to absurd comedy and it is not everyone’s cup of tea. This is a very delicately constructed romantic comedy – of sorts. The thing is, much like Sunhi, it is a bit of an original so a tad hard to classify.
Secondly, don’t be scared by the concept of “Buddhist concepts” , the film is NOT about how we should examine our lives and not repeat our mistakes. Well, it is, but this is not the main point, and the film merely shows us how these repetitions don’t necessarily need to come in the form of dramatic events but can actually be hidden in day to day events. And it goes on to suggest that, to move forward, it might be a good idea to actually pay attention to what is going on around us and you know… Act on it maybe? But like I said, this is just a suggestion. The repetitions mentioned are subtle yet not so subtle they cannot be used for great comic effect. And more importantly, they are very sensitive and taken directly from real life. I mean, for example, imagine when you first move to an area, change jobs or schools… You know how for a while, you end up just having the same conversation with different people until things settle into a routine? It happens at parties as well if there are a lot of people you don’t know. Yeah, kind of like that, only concerning things such as love, relationships, major life decisions etc.
You might think, at first glance, that Our Sunhi is making a bit too much of a fool of some of the characters. But then again, objectively, are they that different from us, bungling through life, not seeing the patterns and repeating mistakes? It’s definitely not that different from me. Especially before my first mug of coffee… 

AS IF just BEING A TEENAGER WASN'T HARD ENOUGH... "SIXTEEN"

I love the “first feature” section of the London Film Festival. Getting “into” film remains as tough as ever but at least this gives a very important outlet for those on that all important first rung of the ladder as it were. Of course since it is everyone’s first feature though, it makes picking a bit of an exciting prospect. You literally cannot guess what you’re going to actually end up with. These were my thoughts when I picked Sixteen. I’m not quite sure what exactly made me pick it. That it was set in modern day London was, bizarrely, definitely one thing (modern day London is a bit of an obsession with me at the moment. Strange that it has only hit now seeing as I have been living here for two years now). But the fact that it was about something that we don’t hear much about, namely Congolese child soldiers, was definitely another. Sixteen examines what we might call the “happily ever after”…
You see Jumah has achieved what a lot of people in his situation only hope and pray for. Once a Congolese child soldier, he has been adopted and now lives in the UK with his adopted mother. They are not exactly living in the lap of luxury but Jumah does not complain – he has known worse. And he has all the classic problems of a sixteen year old. Stress, exams, girls, grades… But on top of that he also has severe anger management issues and what is almost certainly PTSD. And the two later topics make it a tad bit harder for him to relate to people, raging hormones aside.  He doesn’t have massive dreams of becoming very rich; what he wants to do is to become a barber and live a quiet life. However, a chance encounter means that completely out of the blue, Jumah is pitched head-first towards something that eerily resembles his earlier, violence-filled life. Can he manage to not spoil his second chance? Or is there really no escaping his dark past?
First of all, genrewise, credit where it is due. Director Rob Brown provides a wonderful update to that very typical British genre the kitchen-sink drama. Well, it’s not quite “kitchen sink”. But then again, it is as close as you can get in this century – if you see what I mean. The film is set on a council estate, the protagonists are a single parent family, and violence pervades the present, the past and very probably the future. The future looks bleak, the options are not numerous (not least due to the fact that Jumah has been kicked out of several schools until he wound up in this one) and to top it all, Jumah has the rather working class dream of becoming a barber. Not that I’m belittling barbers or people who want to become them. But I’m just making the point that it fits a certain genre particularly well.
So, Brown takes this classic British genre and just… Sets it in Britain today. Which makes perfect sense really. Because London is one of those great metropolises (or metropoli ? I mean, is that the plural?) where you can literally meet people from all over the world. Every kind of person you can possibly imagine comes here to try their luck and you do hear the most incredible stories when you least expect them. Thus, this particular “angry young man” (another staple from the gritty kitchen sink genre) is a Congolese ex-child soldier.   This could very well have been the story of a young man coming out of prison and trying to go “on the straight and narrow” (but of course his ex-gang don’t let him go that easily etc, etc). Instead, it is a rather sad story of violence being violence all over the world and how hard one has to work to truly leave one’s past behind and move on.
I especially loved how truly close to life the situations depicted in the film and the reactions of the characters often were. Jumah is desperately trying to negotiate his way out of a very tricky situation. He is desperately trying to make friends but deep down, he knows that everything he has been through has made him a lot more mature than them. He really wants a “normal” relationship with his girlfriend but teenage angst aside, he finds it harder than most to show his true feelings. Therefore, he doesn’t always make sense, he is frustrating, not only to his mother but to us the viewers as well, but more importantly perhaps, I don’t think you could have made him any more realistic if you tried.
This one is by no means “easy viewing” but it is definitely worth it. If nothing else, it is a very realistic portrait of a slice of life in 21st century London. And that in itself is definitely worth something.