SIFF 2009: part two of three

My summation continues . . .

Small Crime (Μικρό Έγκλημα)

A comedic whodunnit set in Cyprus, I found this quite enjoyable. The leading man (Άρης Σερβετάλης-Aris Servetalis), though somewhat hapless, was quite charming, and I was rooting for him from the start. Someone dies in the tiny village, and the 2nd in command of a police force of two sets out to solve the mystery. Well put together with plenty enjoyable characters.

Against the Current

Super-small budget film about a widower (Joseph Fiennes) who decides to commemorate the five-year anniversary of the death of his wife and child by swimming down the Hudson River into the Atlantic Ocean. His best friend, played by Justin Kirk (“Weeds”, Puccini for Beginners), has promised to accompany him on this journey, and a casual acquaintence, Elizabeth Reaser, has joined as well (what’s a movie without sexual tension?). There are some road movie elements as they make their way down river—encounters with the locals, Reaser’s crazy mom played by Mary Tyler Moore . . . While Fiennes’ character really gives no compelling reason why he should die, he never really gives one why he should live. I think this film is a good conversation piece, but I’m not really sure if I liked it.

Final Arrangements (Bouquet Final)

A fun French film about a child of bohemians who resorts to getting a “real job” at a funeral home when his artistic dreams fail to pay the rent. Funny and slapsticky with a good amount sappiness mixed in. I’m not sure how close to reality the funereal scenes are, but several were definitely cringe-worthy. (Having family in the biz, I probably am a little more critical, maybe.)

Swimsuit Issue (Allt Flyter)

Two Swedish films in a row! One last year, and one this year! Who knew they had so many? (I kid. I’ve actually seen at least two more in the interim. ha ha)

This was a cute film about a dad who, in an attempt to be sporting with his buddies, also ends up bonding with his daughter. Through a series of events, the men find themselves members of an all-male synchronized swimming team with the goal of winning the World Cup. There are the typical conflicts that could be expected when one gender takes a role that has traditionally belonged to the other, and they are presented in a very funny way. An audience favorite, it is replaying at SIFF Cinema on 21 June at 6pm.  www.siff.net for tickets

Beauties at War (La Guerre Des Miss)

Entertaining, but a bit too predictable.

SIFF 2009: part one of three

Welcome to my SIFF 2009 Post Mortem. Highlights from this year: the 35th anniversary of the festival, Cinerama, West Seattle, and SIFFter. The last item being a nifty application, for online or for iPhone, giving access to all the films available at SIFF. On the face of it, a handy tool, but really it only served to offer me too many choices and making it diffcult to narrow down my schedule. In prior years, I’ve had to struggle to add more films to use up my vouchers. This year, I had to delete films from My SIFF. Oh, woe is me!

Following are the films I did manage to see, and some commentary. Some are already scheduled for theatrical release, so you will have the opportunity soon to find out if you agree with me. Others you may have to wait a bit for the dvd.

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Cell Phones Off, Please! Enjoy the Films!!!

I remember back in 1997, seeing Lost Highway at the Angelika at the midnight showing on opening night. The film is, in a lot of parts, quiet – long stretches of silence or near silence throughout. It was an amazing experience to be in a full movie theatre – in New York City especially – where no one made a sound. The audience as a whole was totally into the film and respected the silence. It was beautiful.

I had a similar experience five years earlier at a preview screening of Dracula at a nice midtown theatre. Not a particularly quiet movie, but still the audience did not detract from it by whispering, crinkling candy wrappers, or letting their cell phones ring (were cell phones even a big thing in ’92? There definitely wasn’t texting yet). We were allowed by the silent audience to make it a private experience while also sharing it with a couple hundred fellow filmgoers. This was in direct contrast to my 2nd viewing a week later at a multiplex in the East Village where there was a more typical NYC movie crowd. They laughed outloud at the cheesy parts, talked back to the characters on screen. . .  And I cannot say it wasn’t enjoyable also, just in a completely different way. Still, I’m glad I saw it first with the quiet crowd.

Yesterday I completed my second week of films at the 35th annual SIFF festival. In between films, I overheard a conversation about the change in the audience “consideration”. (I think this may have been a general statement about film audiences, stemming from a direct observation of the SIFF audiences.) Every year, audiences are asked to turn off phones and beepers, a couple years they added “anything that lights up, including watches”, and this year they’ve added “no texting”. Despite these requests, people still pull out their phones mid-movie. I sometimes ask myself: Do people really need to be told not to text during a movie? And the answer is Yes, yes they do.

Last week I watched Small Crime at Uptown Cinema. It was a cute little comedy set in Cyprus. Apparently the female half of a newlywed couple sitting in front of me was from that part of the world and had extensive knowledge to share with her other half. Throughout the entire film, she was offering little tidbits to him which I’m sure were interesting. I couldn’t actually hear what she was saying, but considering the subtitles floated just above their heads, I sure did notice. It was quite distracting, but not wanting to distract anyone else, I refrained from saying anything to them. I did kick her chair a couple times “on accident”. To them I say, if you want to discuss it as you watch it – rent it and stay home!

There have been a couple films in which I find myself in serious need of a potty break. I sit there, trying not to squirm, trying to figure out if I can hold out ’til the end, or if I should just make a break for it. I really don’t like getting up in the middle of a film, but when Nature calls . . . So I can empathize with other people who are wondering “how much time has already passed?” and “how much longer until the credits roll?” Sometimes it’s a very helpful piece of information, sometimes it just eases an anxious mind. To these people I say – Wear a watch.  Timex makes a really affordable white-face analog time piece that can be read in the light of most films, without even having to turn on the Indiglo. There is absolutely no reason you need to pull out a cell phone and light up the entire row just to find out what time it is. (You know what time the film started, take a guess!)

There is also no reason to have your phone on at all. If you really anticipate that someone might call or text you and cannot wait up to 2 hours for a reply, you really should consider renting a movie and staying at home. That way, if that emergency does take place, you can stop the film and resume it later, after the crisis has been averted. In this way, you are not annoying your fellow movie watchers, and you don’t have to miss the film. It’s a win-win situation.

The overheard conversation mentioned the more frequent home viewing as a cause for this type of inconsiderate behavior. I think there is more to it. As we become more addicted to our devices which connect us to other parts of the globe, we become less aware of our very immediate surroundings. If it weren’t a problem, we wouldn’t see signs at the coffee bar asking customers to refrain from cell phone usage while they are in line. Do people really need to be told to be more present in their immediate interactions with their fellow humans? Yes, yes they do. Will they listen? Hold on, I’ve got to take this call . . . .

SIFF Movie Marathon, Pt. 2

Well, we have just over a month left for getting sponsors, and I’m stuck at 52%.  I suppose I should just keep bugging my family. Most have not replied, not even to tell me to leave them alone, so maybe there’s still a chance.

I really, really want to be able to go all twenty-four hours. Plain old silliness, I know, but that’s who I am.

Aside: it snowed again last night. This morning the sea gulls are fighting with each other. (sounds like some sort of code)

King of Ping Pong is one of the films I was able to see at SIFF 2008.

SIFF Marathon, Pt. 1

This week I decided to do something a bit out of character for me. I’ve entered a marathon for charity. No, not a running/jogging/walking marathon. It’s actually a sit-on-my-ass-and-do-nothing marathon. The only running will be to the restroom and Icee machine between films. (Actually, the King Cat Theater probably does not have an Icee machine. Bummer.)

As some people know, films are one of the few things I’m fairly passionate about. That’s why I have a 4-at-a-time Netflix plan as well as a Netflix player. And that’s also why I am a member of SIFF – Seattle International Film Festival. They run the largest film festival in North America (or maybe just the US, I don’t know) and provide me and others the opportunity to see a lot of films we otherwise wouldn’t. They are a non-profit organization that depends a lot on volunteerism and donations.

Anyway, back to the marathon. SIFF is attempting to raise money for a new headquarters in Seattle Center. A perfect location, if you ask me. Seattle Center can be the center of culture in this fair city. We already have the ballet, a couple live theatres, Teatro Zinzanni across the street, the grounds for Bumbershoot . . . It seems only fitting that SIFF be in the middle of all of that. Plus, the SIFF theatre is located in Seattle Center already. With the money raised from this event, they will build their home in the former Alki Room.

The way the marathon works is that each “runner” must raise at least $1000 in order to attend the marathon – 24 hours of film at the King Cat Theatre. This is where the “out of character” part comes in. I do not talk to strangers.  I barely talk to people that I know. And yet, somehow I have to convince enough people to throw in a few bucks in my name so that I can sit in a chair and stare at a wall for a day.

I know that people will think that movies are not “charity”, but they couldn’t be more wrong. Our culture, our society depends on the arts to get us through, to take us to the next era. When times are tough, we need cinema and other media to lighten our hearts and lighten the load. And in the future, just like the past, people may not read history books, but they’ll study the art we leave behind, and they’ll know who we were, who we are. Film is part of our immortality. And however frivolous it may seem, I truly believe I’m supporting a good cause. I only hope I can convince enough people, in my oh-so-antisocial way, to agree with me.

As of today I’m a third of the way to my goal. Fingers crossed I’ll make it to my goal, and beyond.

SIFF Day 14: This is the End

Wednesday was my final film for SIFF 2008. Italian film The Girl by the Lake is a modern day murder mystery set in and around Udine, a town northeast of Venice, close to the Austrian and Slovenian borders. This means nothing, really, except great scenery. It’s a classic whodunnit, with a myterious victim, a town where everyone knows everyone’s business, and a curmudgeonly inspector. Aside from the woman next to me who reeked of pot, this film was a very nice end to my festival.

SIFF Day 13: War is Hell

Buddha Collapsed Out of Shame is a new film by Hana Makhmalbaf, the youngest of a family of Iranian filmmakers. She directed the film, which was written by her mother, when she was 18 or 19. The film is set in the foothills of Afghanistan where the giant statues of Buddha were destroyed by the Taliban. It is about a very young girl’s attempt one day to go to school and all the obstacles she faces in doing so. It can be frustrating at times. For example, she tries to sell some eggs in the market in order to buy a notebook for school. The sequence is inordinately long – perhaps on purpose it takes a little bit longer than what is necessary to make the point. For a large part of the movie, the little girl is hounded by the boys as they play their game emulating the adults, the Taliban. This is no slick production, but considering most of the actors are very young children it is not a bad effort.