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Sunday, January 24, 2016

Anomalisa













ANOMALISA             B+          
USA  (90 m)  2015  ‘Scope  d:  Charlie Kaufman and Duke Johnson

The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
 
—John Milton from Paradise Lost, 1667

A sad and even mournful film about conformism, alienation, and the lack of individuality, leading to a suffocatingly isolated view illustrating the anguish and heartache of human existence, given an even more improbable look when the film is expressed completely through animation and identical looking stop-motion puppets, where a similar metaphorical theme of seeing the world through the eyes of puppets originated in Kaufman’s outlandish screenplay for BEING JOHN MALKOVICH (1999).  Perhaps even more infuriating, outside of two lead characters, Michael Stone voiced by David Thewlis, who is in every single shot except the last, and Lisa, voiced by Jennifer Jason Leigh, all the rest of the voices in the film, male and female, are performed by a single actor, Tom Noonan, suggesting not only does everyone else look alike, but they sound alike as well, as if he’s locked in a self-imposed purgatory (like being inside the head of John Malkovich) where all other voices and faces are indistinguishable.  Additionally, Noonan sings a hauntingly melancholic song that plays over the end credits, “None of Them Are You,” ANOMALISA 2016 MOVIE SOUNDTRACK (05. None of ... YouTube (4:06).  Adapted from an original hour-long “radio play” written by Kaufman under the pseudonym of Francis Fregoli that was performed before an audience only twice in Los Angeles in September, 2005, the same year the movie is set, the film script is nearly identical to the theatrical version, even to the use of the same three actors, expanded an additional half-hour with choreographed visuals, seemingly simplicity itself, yet remaining dense and surprisingly concise.  While not overtly revealed, the film introduces the audience to a rare psychological disorder known as Fregoli delusion, the belief that different people are in fact a single person who continually changes appearance.  While Buñuel had wicked fun with the idea of a continually shape-shifting Satan (played by Silvia Pinal!) following a beleaguered saint in Simon of the Desert (Simón del Desierto) (1965), literally hounding him into Hell, this condition suggests an inability to look beyond the detached limitations of one’s own loneliness and perpetual self-loathing, a projection of one’s own internal unhappiness, continually feeling disconnected and disassociated from others around you, where you are in effect stuck inside your own head, which is an extreme variation on Sartre’s existential No Exit.     

Opening to a black screen and the continuous sound of random voices and conversations, Michael Stone is a lonely, middle-aged man from Los Angeles on an overnight business trip to a nondescript city of Cincinnati, a customer service guru, father, and author who has written a successful self-help book, How May I Help You Help Them?  While he plans to give a motivational speech the next morning to a hotel convention of customer service workers, he has mixed feelings about the drabness of his own life, which seems defined by a monotony of sameness, as everyone he encounters looks and sounds exactly the same, with minor discrepancies.  The name of the hotel he stays at is called The Fregoli Hotel, a subtle suggestion of sorts, perceived as an oasis of emptiness, as he immediately hits the ice-machine and mini-bar, pouring himself a drink while switching on the TV, where in a moment of brilliance, an old black and white movie is playing, the screwball comedy MY MAN GODFREY (1936), weirdly populated by puppets instead of people, where the audience gets a whiff of what the director has in mind.  Not wishing to be alone, Michael summons the courage to call an old flame, still carrying a furious letter of rejection from years past, and decides to meet Bella at the hotel bar.  Played with the voice of a man, where the look of the puppets may as well be androgynous, it’s not even clear that she’s a woman, where the idea of a secret gay affair is actually much more intriguing, but Bella remains in a hurt and vulnerable state, even after all these years, and is offended once she realizes Michael’s intentions are to have sex, walking out indignantly, leaving Michael in even more of a depressive swoon.  Going for a walk to a nearby toy store, hoping to pick up something for his young son, he’s a bit surprised that it’s an adult toy store, becoming fascinated by the unique beauty of an armless and partially broken Japanese sex doll that has to be one of the strangest and most mysterious inclusions in this film, as Michael is more curiously attracted to the doll, which may be his only friend in the world, than even his wife and son who he calls at home, where he appears stuck in a loveless relationship with a complete disconnection to his young son. 

In a moment of conflicting ambiguity, where he may or may not have had an experience with the sex doll (where you may not trust anything that follows, for that matter), Michael showers afterwards, but rushes out of his room when he hears the sound of a woman’s voice, knocking on random doors until he discovers the source, a young, insecure woman named Lisa, where he’s literally mesmerized by the unique sound of her voice.  If truth be told, Jennifer Jason Leigh has a terrific sounding voice, which along with her blunt honesty is one of her strongest attributes, but here she plays an awkward but rather ordinary woman named Lisa with a pleasantly sunny disposition, in stark contrast with Michael.  She and her friend Emily are customer service reps for an Akron baked goods company and have driven for hours across the state just to hear him speak at the convention, where they are intimately familiar with his book.  After inviting them for drinks, where he’s viewed as something of a celebrity, Michael invites Lisa back to his room, much to her surprise, claiming men are usually more interested in Emily.  But there is something especially vulnerable and self-deprecating about Lisa, as she openly acknowledges she’s not pretty, or the least bit smart or special, so she’s caught by surprise that Michael finds her “extraordinary.”  When asked why, he can only utter, “I don’t know yet.  It’s just obvious to me that you are.”  Still infatuated by the sound of her voice, he encourages her to sing something, so she softly sings Cyndi Lauper’s “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” ANOMALISA 2016 MOVIE SOUNDTRACK (08 ... - YouTube (4:02) in both English and Italian, which leads to the centerpiece of the film, an awkwardly shy and tender scene of lovemaking.  The naturalness of this scene is easily the most ambitious aspect of the film, where the use of inanimate objects to project the swirling feelings of love, which is perhaps the most human of all experiences, is quite astonishing for the rush of emotions generated onscreen, reminiscent of Claire Denis’s overtly sensuous film about a one-night stand, FRIDAY NIGHT (Vendredi Soir) (2002).  As the lone voice standing apart from the others, Michael considers her something of an anomaly, stringing together the film title as a play on words, both falling madly in love with each other afterwards, where she’s perceived as a “Goddess in Heaven,” or an answer to his prayers.  A nightmarish dream sequence sends a chill in the air, however, so by the time he gives his speech, Michael’s internal world is at war with itself, meandering into unintelligible asides, losing all focus, resulting in an embarrassing public spectacle where his brain appears to be spinning out of control.  The final scenes feel abrupt and couldn’t be more tragic and heartbreaking, leading to Tom Noonan’s mournful song over the end credits, “None of Them Are You,” ANOMALISA 2016 MOVIE SOUNDTRACK (05. None of ... YouTube (4:06), leaving the audience with a stark glimpse of a hidden side of ourselves that we rarely see.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Mistaken for Strangers























MISTAKEN FOR STRANGERS     B                       
USA  (75 mi)  2013  d:  Thomas Berninger 

Don't make me read your mind
You should know me better than that
It takes me too much time
You should know me better than that
You're not that much like me
You should know me better than that
We have different enemies
You should know me better than that

I should leave it alone but you're not right
I should leave it alone but you're not right

Can't you write it on the wall?
You should know me better than that
There's no room to write it all
You should know me better than that
Can you turn the TV down?
You should know me better than that
There's too much crying in the sound
I should know you better than that

I should leave it alone but you're not right
I should leave it alone but you're not right
I should live in salt for leaving you behind
Behind

Think about something so much
You should know me better than that
Start to slide out of touch
You should know me better than that
Tell yourself it's all you know
You should know me better than that
Learn to appreciate the void
You should know me better than that

I should live in salt for leaving you behind
Behind
I should live in salt for leaving you behind
Behind
I should live in salt for leaving you behind
Behind

The National performing "I Should Live in Salt" Live on . YouTube (4:12), performing live in KCRW radio studios in Los Angeles, August 13, 2013

Heralded by Pitchfork as “the funniest, most meta music movie since SPINAL TAP (1984),” and Michael Moore as “one of the best documentaries about a band that I’ve ever seen,” it follows the success of last year’s award winning music documentary 2013 Top Ten List # 8 20 Feet from Stardom.  While the audience for the most part is comprised of followers of the indie rock band The National, they might be disappointed that little performance footage is actually shown, yet the incredible twist is the boneheaded persona of the filmmaker himself, whose lack of focus and overall air of ineptitude becomes the dominant force of the film, where it takes a certain amount of guts to release a movie showing yourself in such an unflattering light.  The director is eight years younger than his brother Matt, who is the songwriter and lead vocalist for The National, a band strangely enough comprised of two other sets of brothers, with Aaron (also keyboards) and Bryce Dessner playing guitars, while Scott and Bryan Devendorf play bass and drums respectively.  Thomas has no connection to the band whatsoever, where we see him in his mid-thirties doodling around and still living with his parents in a beautiful upscale home in Cincinnati, receiving a call out of the blue from his brother, who he’s barely seen for the past twenty years, where perhaps the only contact is over holidays, but out of his aimless complacency he’s suddenly offered a job as a roadie for the band’s upcoming High Violet European Tour in 2010.  While many would be thrilled at the offer and see it as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity—not Thomas, who instead prefers metal bands.  What the viewer quickly understands is that this movie is not so much about The National, or even Matt, as it’s all about Thomas, who is the real goofball centerpiece of his own film.  While Thomas is offered minimal job requirements, he largely ignores his duties and instead decides to wander off and film whatever catches his eye while drinking and partying and leading the life of a hellraising rock band on the road.  He’s actually disappointed to discover his brother is not in a metal band like Axl Rose and Guns N’ Roses, so his dreams are shattered.  At one point, Thomas is seen commiserating with grunge-looking drummer Bryan, suggesting he seems more “metal” than the rest of the band who are so “coffeehouse,” where at least initially he intended to name the film For Those About to Weep, in reference to AC/DC’s For Those About to Rock.   

Initially, Matt is comfortable with the constant presence of Thomas’s camera, “I wanted him to bring his camera to maybe make some videos or stuff for our website.  He didn't even know he was gonna be making a feature film at that point.”  So once the tour begins, the focus is on whatever the band needs, where Thomas is a behind-the-stage presence giving the band members 5-minutes notice, but there’s little interaction between the brothers, as Matt seems to be in his own little world when he comes offstage and doesn’t want to be bothered by the incessant camera pointed in his face from Thomas, where Matt’s wife is seen trying to explain the moodiness of a budding rock star who has certain anxieties, as he isn’t sure what to expect from this tour, explaining “He has to go to a place when he’s up there.  That’s the job.”  All of this seems to fly over the mental capacity of Thomas, where the first sign of trouble brooding is being called on the carpet by the band manager for ordering bottles of extra alcohol.  From that point on, we never see Thomas without a drink in his hand, where he’s still living in Wayne's World (1989 – 2011) or the Cameron Crowe fever dream depicted in ALMOST FAMOUS (2000).  But with this melancholic, low key band, there’s no drugs, no girls, no drinking, and no in-fighting, where it’s all just about the music, so Thomas takes it upon himself to become the alternate indie-band party animal, where he drinks too much, is brash and overly loud, where he often forgets what he is doing.  Unfortunately, he gets in the way of what others are doing by continually pointing his camera at them, where one of the guys trying to set up the lights and the electricity literally tells him to go away.  Thomas, however, is immune to the needs of others, and turns everything around to himself, continually peppering the members of the band with questions about his brother, wondering if he’s ever lost his temper, asking the guitar brothers which one can play the fastest, how many drugs have they done, whether they bring their wallets with them onstage, following them into the shower, or asking them to strike ridiculous poses for the camera, where despite their polite cooperation, for Thomas it’s all about doing whatever pops into his head while ignoring the menial tasks he was actually hired to do.  Incredibly, he grows offended when the five members of the band take a photo shoot with President Obama and Thomas was excluded (as was everyone else), where in his mind he’s an integral part of the band.  While we do see backstage footage of the band interspersed with a brief look at onstage performances, it’s surprising how few songs from the album are actually heard, where one of the hidden treasures that we are treated to is a healthy dose of The National - Vanderlyle Crybaby Geeks - YouTube (4:12). 

While it’s clear Thomas has a hard time living in the shadow of his older brother, spending much of the film harping to others about that, it’s as if he uses this opportunity in an attempt to perpetrate his own delusion of self-importance, which adds a darker element to the film, as he comes across more as a slacker or a buffoon, where the viewer is not laughing with him, but at him, where at some point (mostly afterwards) he realizes, “Most of the things I thought would be really funny was actually depressing, sad and awkward.  And the stuff I wasn’t really happy with became the great stuff.”  One wonders what John Lennon or Bruce Springsteen might have been like with a pain-in-the-ass brother like this?  While staying at a plush Hollywood Hills hotel in Los Angeles, Matt points out what he believes to be Moby’s house at the top of the hill while Thomas is dog-paddling in an outdoor pool with an inflatable raft, immediately yelling out at the top of his lungs, “Hey Moby!”  But the more he screws up, forgetting to bring water bottles and towels onstage for every band member before each show, the more Thomas starts griping and complaining at continually being told what to do, where he obviously resents his lowly status as a grunt, and sees instead himself more as a struggling artist, just like the band.  But the tour is a huge success, greater than they could have imagined, but Thomas remains an embarrassing side show, where his brother calls him on it at one point, sharing a hotel room together, yet he leaves cereal and milk on the floor of the bathroom in the middle of the night, where he acts like a little kid saddled with attention deficit hyperactivity disorder.  He obviously drinks too much, something his brother calls “his allergy,” and can’t focus on what needs to be done, missing the tour bus at one point because he’s still hanging around in the bar, spiraling further out of control when he loses the guest list, causing comped celebrities like Werner Herzog to remain stranded outside waiting on the street, which eventually costs him his job, as he’s sent home for dereliction of duties.  Back home, he commiserates with his parents, who remind him he’s the kid that never finished anything he started.  Once the tour is over, Matt and his wife Carin Besser, who is credited as a co-editor and a former fiction editor at The New Yorker magazine, invite him to move in with them to finish editing his film, which has become a wall of post its pinned to the wall describing each shot.  Ultimately, Thomas makes a decision that he’d rather make the movie about himself than the band, becoming an often hilarious, self-deprecating portrait of a lovable loser’s futile attempts to live up to his more-perfect-in-every-way brother, where there’s an interesting shot where Thomas goes into the studio and hears the band working on their most recent album, Trouble Will Find Me, which includes the song The National - I Should Live In Salt (Live at the ... - YouTube (4:00, performed in the Gibson Showroom in Austin, Texas).  Throughout the film we hear Thomas continually rail on about his feelings of self-loathing, but in this four-minute song we hear Matt’s eloquent response to his younger brother, as he recognizes they’re not alike, but offers a sense of estrangement, where he feels guilty about having left him behind to pursue his musical career, while the film concludes, appropriately enough, still stuck in Thomas’s world, Oh Holy Night by Halford - YouTube (4:09).