Showing posts with label Alexis Zabé. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alexis Zabé. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 24, 2021

Lake Tahoe




 













Actor Diego Cataño

Director Fernando Eimbcke


                                          Eimbcke with his actors










LAKE TAHOE          B+                                                                                                            Mexico  (81 mi)  2008  d Fernando Eimbcke

A gorgeously understated, quietly affecting film where each shot is masterfully composed by Alexis Zabé, who worked with Eimbcke on his earlier film Duck Season (Temporada de patos) (2004) and with Carlos Reygadas as well on SILENT LIGHT (2007), providing long, uninterrupted shots that are mesmerizing in their mix of urban detail and perfect composition, reminiscent of Chantal Ackerman with her poetic observation.  This amounts to a day in the life format, as we follow a single teenage character Juan (Diego Cataño) over the course of one day, and while the near wordless film has a storyline, most of it takes place offscreen, yet nothing is lost to the audience, as small yet meticulous details prevail, where we soon discover everything we need to know through brief verbal exchanges.  The characters are beautifully rendered, all with few words spoken, yet they are among the most original and masterfully drawn people we’ve seen in films recently, largely because of the their unique qualities which are shown with a striking attention to detail.  Opening in dead silence as the acting credits are listed, Juan soon drives his car into a pole on the outskirts of town, which is never shown, but only heard when the film fades to black (after every shot, Kaurismäki style) and we see the outcome afterwards in the next shot, which leads into the opening title sequence.  In the silence and near total emptiness of the morning, Juan walks through the small harbor town of Puerto Progreso in the Yucatán in Mexico looking for an auto repair shop.   After 3 or 4 are closed, he finally finds a lone young girl working the counter, Lucia (Daniela Valentine) who suggests they wait about ten minutes until the guy who knows where things are returns, David (Juan Carlos Lara), as she hasn’t a clue.  Fading to black about a half dozen times, both are reconfigured in the frame slightly differently each time as they sit on the front steps and wait what amounts to ten minutes Mexican time, which could be half the morning. 

The beauty of this film is the way Juan’s life interweaves between different characters, almost like a rite of passage, as no sooner does he meet these people, but he’s constantly leaving them as well.  He spends time with an old man (Hector Herrera) with an obvious affection for his big Marmaduke dog, who initially wants to call the cops thinking Juan is a thief, but after many failed attempts, he can’t seem to get his phone to work.  After hearing Juan describe his accident, he can guess what parts he needs to fix his car, and pours Juan a bowl of cereal along with one for himself.  When Juan indicates he’s already eaten, this giant hulk of a dog jumps up onto the chair and slurps the milk and cereal bowl clean that’s still sitting on the table without ever moving the bowl whatsoever, a charming and simply hilarious scene.  When the old man takes a nap afterwards, Juan leaves without a word in search of his missing part, which leads him to Lucia’s front steps waiting for David, who eventually shows up and asks Juan to hop onto his bicycle, as he’ll ride to the scene of the accident promising to have it running in about 5 minutes.  But when they get there, the missing part doesn’t fit, as they need an earlier version of the part, so they wander over to David’s house who insists he has the part but spends the entire time watching martial arts videos.  Juan escapes back to the old man for the missing part, but in return he asks Juan to walk his dog, as he’s getting too old to do it himself.  But once outside, that dog is a force and actually tugs Juan behind him for awhile before breaking free, disappearing into the emptiness of the barren neighborhoods. 

This time Juan wanders back to his own home which is in a state of emotional turmoil, as his kid brother is left alone playing in a tent in the front yard while his mother is inconsolable and wants to be left alone, so Juan wanders back to Lucia, who this time asks Juan to hold her baby while she smokes a cigarette and plays some loud rap music, even singing a rap song herself, asking Juan if he wouldn’t consider babysitting this evening so she could go to a concert.  David bikes him back over to his car, and while the new part fits, that’s not what’s wrong, it’s instead a part that’s connected to it.  Not to despair, David is soon working under a car parked on the street, which turns out to belong to Juan’s uncle, who, after asking about his mother and brother, offers him a baseball jersey and a bat.  Once they secure the part, they’re back to the scene of the crime and whoah, it works—Juan has wheels.  David is ecstatic and performs a few martial arts tricks, inviting Juan to a public screening later that night of Bruce Lee’s classic ENTER THE DRAGON (1973).  Meanwhile Juan is back with his little brother, still playing alone, and gives him what turns out to be their dad’s baseball jersey.  When his little brother asks what the word condolences means, as people have been calling all day, we begin to put together a picture of why Juan is so downbeat and home is in a state of upheaval.  In this manner, Juan works through the unseen emotional baggage that he’s been carrying around with him, which isn’t really about the car at all, but larger internal issues of greater significance.  It’s curious that the film all but ignores the central drama, but finds superb secondary characters that seem to stick with Juan all day long, befriending him, giving him at least a brief reprieve from his grief.  Friendship is a wonderful thing, with total strangers or even within your own family, and by building a series of interconnected sequences of what appear to be random events, by the end they become magnified, evolving into something irresistably endearing, especially coming at a time when they’re needed the most—a wise and refreshingly mature work that without an ounce of sentimentality downplays the emotional payoff until it matters

Friday, August 20, 2021

Duck Season (Temporada de patos)







 





















Director Fernando Eimbcke















 

 

 

 

 

 

 DUCK SEASON (Temporada de patos)                   A-                                                              Mexico  (90 mi)  2004  d: Fernando Eimbcke

A delight from start to finish, from its quiet, opening black and white still images by Alexis Zabé which are presented without sound, which fade to black after every shot, like Aki Kaurismäki, to the selection of the cast, who are pitch perfect throughout, to an amazing sound design, including original music by Liquits, a piano passage by Alejandro Rosso, and a brief passage by Beethoven (from his 4th Piano Concerto), but what’s starkly different here is how this first time director assuredly finds the right quirky tone to present his material.  The tone is one of subdued elation as two middle class 14-year old housing project kids, best friends Flama and Moko, Daniel Miranda and Diego Cataño, are left home alone one Sunday afternoon after mom goes off to some unannounced engagement, where they’re finally free from the world of grown ups and responsibilities and can just sit back and play video games, share a liter of coke on ice, eat chips and be happy, like a live, theatrical rendition of The Cat in the Hat by Dr. Seuss.  When they are momentarily interrupted by a neighbor girl next door who needs to use their stove, 16-year old Rita (Danny Perea), they barely even notice, as they can’t take their eye off the screen even for a split second.  All is going according to plan until the power suddenly goes off, leaving the two boys with nothing to do and a girl in the kitchen who announces she’ll be staying a bit longer because she now has to do everything by hand.  So, bored and hungry, they dial for a pizza delivery and two large cokes, where the deliveryman on a motorbike has to contend with speed bumps and a housing complex with dozens of different high rises all looking exactly the same with nearly identical addresses.  When he arrives on the scene with no power, he has to traipse up 8 flights of stairs, pizza and helmet in tow, only to be told by these two ungrateful customers that he was 11 seconds late, so they’re not paying.  When the pizza man, Ulises (Enrique Arreola), refuses to leave, a Mexican stand off ensues, or, another journey begins. 

This coming-of-age drama is so cleverly written by the director and Paula Markovitch that it resembles a minimalist theatrical piece, an interior existentialist chamber drama all taking place in one or two rooms.  What follows are small vignettes, moments in time, character studies taking place in real time that seem mysteriously odd, like impressionistic pieces that reveal the wit and character of each person, which turn out to be surprisingly funny and uniquely original.  The initial obsession with “wasting time” playing games is interrupted by a power outage where people have to find something to do.  Inevitably what happens, much like John Hughes’ THE BREAKFAST CLUB (1985), is that they quite unintentionally discover each other.  Ulises, true to his name, has been separated from his home town of San Juan and dreams of returning, but he keeps getting screwed over by bad relationships and dumbass jobs.  Flama’s parents are divorcing and spend all their time arguing over who gets what piece of property, all of which is driving him crazy.  Moko is just happy to have a friend to hang out with on a regular basis, and Rita, the odd one out, insists on baking a cake for her birthday that her own family forgot (another John Hughes reference), but things continually go wrong in the kitchen.  Brownies, she finally decides, are so much easier.  Meanwhile, she’s happy to have a helper in the kitchen like Moko, implanting her own worldly wisdom on a cute 14-year old while dreaming of being a rock star, making the most of her opportunity of being the girl next door while Moko grows weary of beating the eggs.      

Winner of no less than 11 Oscars from the Mexican Ariel Awards in 2005, Eimbcke is a master of understatement, where suffice it to say, the pizza gets eaten along with the cakes and marijuana brownies that kick-in in no time, slowing things down to a dead crawl where occasionally someone will be asleep on the sofa while others will be chatting away, but all are visibly moved by a painting on the wall of ducks in a pond, one of them taking off in flight, a metaphor for their own adolescent development, especially with no adults on the premises, but each one is sure the painting is moving.  Ulises is so fascinated that he places it in the bathtub so he can stare at it while he takes a bath, eliciting a surrealistic image in his mind, where in one wondrous moment he actually steps inside the painting.  It’s a gentle exploration of their own empty lives filled with a beguiling curiosity, where the director has the added capability of mixing together a series of wordless images for comic effect.  Wise beyond their years, using music and editing that only enhances the poignancy of each moment, the cameraderie of the characters takes on a surprising intelligence and social complexity that extends even into the end credit sequence, which offers its own surprises, beautifully capturing the aimlessness and apathy of youth with understated, Jim Jarmusch-style cinematic poetry, suggesting a journey well spent, leaving the audience charmed and thoroughly captivated by this delightful film.