Monday, Monday – and Tuesday – I managed to take in ten films, including an outstanding documentary and an ultra-low-budget tale of teen angst.
Misha and the Wolves is nothing if not fascinating, particularly when you poise this story of delusion/deception against the last four years of American politics. Yes, there’s a sucker born every minute, particularly alluring for those who listen to a story the teller obviously believes is completely true. Misha Defonseca tells a winningly tall tale of living with wolves while on the run from Nazis, one she told in a book published by a small publisher who longed for more attention, and got it – but not in the way she imagined. With the help of genealogists and a journalist, the truth comes out – one I won’t reveal here, but suffice to say Misha’s story is just as unbelievable as it appears to be. They hype and the hoax is just one element in a compelling film.
Carlson Young directs and stars in The Blazing World, a stunning visual achievement dealing with the trauma of loss, the potency of the mind to control the narrative of the soul, and peripherally, the acceptance of a dysfunctional family leading to but not actually to blame for a horrific tragedy. In a search for her sister – lost to death by drowning or sucked into a black portal of demons, take your pick – Margaret traverses a series of dream worlds that leads to her own ultimate redemption. An exceptional film even more so considering its low-budget inclusion in the NEXT portion of the festival, it’s also a thought-provoking one, and one that thoroughly burrows into the viewer’s own psyche.
Eight for Silver is an elegant, much more vast production, a werewolf story also hinging on family guilt, but in a very different fashion. Writer-director Sean Ellis spins a classic Victorian take on the werewolf legend, with Boyd Holbrook doing a strong turn as a pathologist called in to uncover just what is going on in a dank English forest where slaughters of gypsies and guttings by werewolf are visceral and bloody. Curses and silver bullets and settings work well, but the pace was a bit slow given the subject; and the unexplored sexual frustration in the Laurent family between younger, pretty Isabelle and harsh older husband Seamus sat unresolved to the side. For the genre, it’s in need of a bit more sex appeal and less slowly paced acts of evisceration.
I loved Jockey – heartfelt, warm, small but shining character study. I note that this is the type of film I love to see and see too little of – a man has given his life to his passion, literally and emotionally. What does it feel like when that life is about to fade away? A gem of a film focused on the racetrack’s surrogate “family life,” versus the act of winning a race, it’s moving and graceful. Writer-director Clint Bentley is himself the son of a jockey, and he knows his setting as well as a carefully-fitted pair of riding boots. Clifton Collins Jr. and Molly Parker as long-time friends and jockey/trainer are riveting, as is Moises Arias as the younger man at the track. Already purchased by Sony, this is a film well-worth viewing.
As to Mayday – hmm. Quite a tour de force of a fever dream of feminism, director Karen Cinnore’s film ultimately backs away from what it spent most of its running time espousing, a kind of benevolent Lord of the Flies crossed with Peter Pan and World War II be tween the sexes all mashed up with perhaps the Odyssey, as female “sirens” lure men to their island to slaughter them. Ana (Mia Goth), a waitress often victimized at work and put-upon by life, but with a loving boyfriend and friendly pastry chef in her corner, is sucked through a portal of sorts into some sort of after-life or maybe just a dream about another world. The mind-altering event occurs after a weather-induced crisis causes a major electric shock that temporarily pulls her in to this women’s-world afterlife. As the ending skews conventionally on, the film hasn’t really anywhere interesting to go after all, but between underwater choreography and female takes on male-wartime archetypes, it has visual fun circling back, anyhow.
Tuesday served up a fun First Date – an action comedy that includes plenty of mayhem on sweet Mike’s (Tyson Brown) first date with his crush Kelsey (Shelby Duclos). The crazy comedic chaos is all due to the last minute purchase of an ancient car with more of a history than he could possibly imagine. While one unnecessary bystander’s death seems a step too far, for the most part this is a super fun ride that has laughs and gun play and happy kisses. Directing/writing team Manuel Crosby and Darren Knapp have crafted a fully enjoyable film that Jean Luc Goddard would enjoy, as it follows his cinematic advice that “All you need for a movie is a gun and a girl.” First Date has both.
What to make of We’re All Going to the World’s Fair? Well, I’m not entirely sure. Pre-film, the director warns viewers to put their phones in another room not to be tempted to browse them during the film’s slower sections, unfortunately his advice and the film itself made me think the unthinkable – should I turn my phone back on? What are my friends up to? Can I get the vaccine yet? You really don’t want to suggest this to audiences about to see this film. I hate to dunk on something so heartfelt too hard, and it does contain some nice visuals on a micro-budget, in an essential one-hander of a coming-of-age story (Anna Cobb plays Casey with intensity) which switches to another viewpoint only for its after-thought of an ending, and a twist that seems to be saying that what is most real is really in your mind. Maybe. Jane Schoenbrun’s highly personal film was just not something I found engaging, although its semi-referral to “creepy pasta” online events, and trans identity – a unique combination – have merit.
And in Taming the Garden, Salome Jashi’s documentary depicts the systematic uprooting and transport of ancient trees from small communities in rural Georgia to a wealthy buyer’s private gardens. A visceral and intensely visual example of the casual cruelty of those who can afford to literally buy Eden, this quiet film speaks for itself about the greed that most devastates this planet.
Hive, winner of both audience and jury prize, as well as directorial award for World Dramatic film, tells a true story packed with poignant emotion. While I would’ve selected a different film in this category (The Pink Cloud from Brazil, and One for the Road, from Thailand, which received a special jury prize for Creative Vision, would’ve certainly been my top picks here) it’s undeniably a powerful film. Based on the true story of the Fahrije Hoti, Blerta Basholli’s quietly passionate film examines the life of a woman overcoming extreme sexism as well as the tragic aftermath of the loss of her husband and home to the Yugoslavian civil war. Offering both an intimate look at a rural community in Kosovo and a widow’s life and need for financial survival, the film reveals Fahrije Hoti’s (Yllka Gashi) struggle to rise above enormous odds and create a burgeoning business making homemade avjar, a roasted red pepper chutney, with the help of other women she rallies in her community.
Life in a Day 2020 is the current iteration of documentary director Kevin Macdonald’s crowd-sourced project of personal experiences. A compilation of some 320,000 video clips sent from 192 countries, this year’s project depicts life on July 25th, 2020. I wanted to love this, but I found it unsatisfying; perhaps my joy at the 2010 version, viewed at the Sundance festival live, was in part fueled by a crowd experience, just as the film’s components were crowdsourced. Or perhaps it was a better-told tale. At any rate, this felt strangely lacking in both cohesion and variety – where was Rome, New York, Hawaii, Hong Kong, the Saharan desert? It spent a lot of time in and around Los Angeles (easily recognizable to a resident), and in various parts of Asia. And in those settings – where were gig workers delivering weed and Amazon packages; closed small businesses; doctors and nurses battling the pandemic? While some of the more compelling extended clips were moving stories, as a whole, it just felt disjointed.
Tomorrow we’ll pick up some of the prize winners this year that were missed, and coming up in the weeks ahead will be a summary of highlights from and comparisons and contrasts in the Sundance Film Festival, Dances with Films, and the Mammoth Lakes Film Festival, all of which I attended virtually rather than IRL this year.
- Genie Davis; photos courtesy of Sundance Institute