Showing posts with label Tangiers. Show all posts
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Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Catch the Wind (Prendre le Large)





Actress Sandrine Bonnaire with director Gaël Morel
 


  

CATCH THE WIND (Prendre le Large)                   B                    
France  (103 mi)  2017  d:  Gaël Morel

Gaël Morel got his start as a young teenage actor discovering his own sexual identity in André Téchiné’s brilliant film, Wild Reeds (Les Roseaux Sauvages) (1994), essentially a story about discovering one’s true nature, set amidst a backdrop of what was an extremely divisive colonialist French war in Algeria, happening simultaneously to America sending young men off to Vietnam, where there is an undercurrent of racial animosity expressed towards Algerians on French soil.  This film comes full circle, flipping the script, sending a contemporary French woman to Tangiers in Morocco where she can suffer the same indignities of being treated as an outsider, labeled “Frenchie,” where she is constantly singed out, ridiculed, and mistreated for her association with the former French colonial rule.  The aftereffects of colonialism are striking, as despite gaining their independence in 1956 following forty years of French and Spanish colonial rule, Morocco has never evolved into democratic rule, prohibiting parties that do not accept Islam or the regime of a monarchy, temporarily suspending newspapers or TV media outlets for negative criticism of the King, inflicting harsh fines, while it is common for youths under twenty to languish in prison for up to three years even before the start of any trial, where prison conditions are overcrowded and in a state of disrepair.  On a positive note, Morocco is one of the more progressive Middle-Eastern states in the area of women’s rights, with recent Moudawana (Ups and Downs of the Moroccan Family Code • Talk Morocco) reforms raising the minimum age of marriage from 15 to 18, granting women the right to initiate divorce, increasing custodial rights after divorce, making husbands and wives fully equal, though more than half of divorced men fail to pay alimony.  Women’s access to justice, however, is limited, particularly in rural and suburban areas due to poverty and illiteracy, where domestic violence complaints are often ignored.  The overwhelming majority of the population is Arabic, while 97% are Sunni Muslim.  Excessive use of force targeted against protesters or demonstrations is common, while less than 6% of the labor force is unionized, making it extremely difficult to organize, basically all but impossible, so workers refrain from doing so, fearing job loss.  The government has the power to suppress strikes and prosecute workers that initiate them.  For those used to European protections, living and working here can be an eye-opening experience, which becomes the underlying premise of this film, opening a new world for the uninitiated, introducing viewers to a new vantage point, placing yourself in someone else’s shoes.   

It was Maurice Pialat’s À Nos Amours (To Our Loves) (1983) that introduced us to the radiant beauty and incomparable delights of Sandrine Bonnaire, appearing so fiercely independent in Agnès Varda’s Vagabond (Sans toit ni loi) (1985), teaming up with Isabelle Huppert in Claude Chabrol’s La Cérémonie (1995), working with Jacques Rivette, playing the lead character in JOAN OF ARC Pt’s I and II (1994), while working with him again in SECRET DEFENSE (1998).  After having directed Catherine Deneuve in AFTER HIM (Après Lui) 2007, co-written by Christophe Honoré, then Béatrice Dalle in OUR PARADISE (Notre Paradis) (2011), Morel centers this film on Bonnaire’s completely unpretentious performance which sets the tone for the rest of the film.  Morel was born in Villefranche-sur-Saône, a lovely French village of 30,000 residents set in the rolling hills of the Rhône region, which is the initial setting of this film, as Édith Clerval (Bonnaire) is a middle-aged machine operator in a textile factory (the same one where the director’s father worked), living alone in her old family home, but times are changing, with factories moving out of the country seeking cheaper labor costs, offering a severance package to the French workers before closing the plant, all of whom take the offer except one, Édith, an extremely self-reliant woman who can’t imagine herself not working, so she takes the offer to keep working for the company in Tangiers, despite having to pay all relocation costs herself.  People think she’s daft, as the wages are nothing like those in France, but Édith ignored the collective union actions to prevent the plant closing, which failed, and the pleas from her plant organizer, basically telling her to get lost.  In her working class upbringing, a person has always been defined by their work, which is what makes them a productive member of society.  Before she leaves, she takes the train to Paris to alert her son Jérémy (Ilian Bergala), then has to wait around all day for him to come home from work, as her visit was unannounced, only to be ignored at a group dinner party that evening.  Jérémy is living with his gay partner, but in a strange twist, he is the one that didn’t invite her to the wedding, having trouble apparently with his mother not showing homophobic anger after his coming out, as most all his friend’s parents are not so accepting, instead taking a selfish and stand-offish attitude with her, actually finding her a nearby hotel just to be rid of her, never having the chance to explain the reason for her visit.  With that, and reportedly “nothing to lose,” she’s off to Morocco, approximately a half-hour ferry from the Gibraltar crossing to the African shore. 

Immediately life is different, there is culture shock, as she’s descended upon by young men fighting over who gets to carry her bags for a fee, literally snatching them out of her hands until she’s rescued by an older taxi driver who shoos the young men away like pestering flies, arriving at a nearly empty rooming house with meager accommodations away from the tourist section.  She encounters Mina (Mouna Fettou), a divorcée (and proud of it, glad to be rid of a no good husband) living with her nearly grown son Ali (Kamal El Amri), showing an initial detachment, forcing her to find her way in a strange environment, needing people on the street to help translate just to find her way to work, discovering by chance a group taxi that goes right to the factory door.  She’s surprised to discover they’ve offered her a different job, as the only machines they use are old sewing machines, where the somewhat hostile supervisor Najat (Farida Ouchani) offers no assistance whatsoever, but is openly suspicious why someone from the more privileged French mainland would choose to come work there, holding a grudge against her throughout.  Avoided by one and all, she is shunned at the workplace until befriended by Karima (Nisrine Erradi), who is barely scraping by, stealing pieces of fabric out at night and making clothes on her own, which supplements her income.  Just as quickly she is robbed of all her savings, leaving her in the precarious position of being unable to pay rent, nearly keeling over from exhaustion and overwork, where Ali sympathizes, offering her food from the family kitchen.  In time, however, things balance out, where the warmhearted gestures by Mina and Ali become noticeable, with Ali seeking out familial advice, like a second mother.  To Ali’s surprise, she actually feels less lonely in Tangiers, as the city is more vibrant, populated by streets thriving with activity, where every day seems to offer something new.  It’s only in Tangiers that Édith comes to appreciate the help of a union, as workers have no rights in what amounts to a sweatshop, using dangerous equipment that is never serviced, leaving several of them badly injured.  When she reports this to the boss, as one would routinely do in France, it only makes it worse on the workers, as the floor is run through fear of losing their jobs, eliciting a unanimity of total silence.  Seemingly out of spite, Najat continues her crusade against the foreign worker, delving into deceit, planting stolen fabric in her purse, setting her up for dismissal on bogus charges, which all but demoralizes Édith, having little recourse, desperately attempting migratory day labor, anything at all, which is back-breaking work, especially on an empty stomach, turning tragically bleak.  Morel is no great shakes as a filmmaker, demonstrating nothing new, stylewise, but his insistence upon giving this film a social realist, working class perspective is uncommon (likely a tribute to his father), as is his interest in stripping away the stereotypes and prejudice surrounding foreigners or people of color, taking meaningful anti-discrimination efforts, intentionally writing them into the heart of the storyline, becoming significant to Édith (and viewers), producing memorable characters.  But the film was written with Bonnaire in mind, who is in nearly every frame of the film, rising to a level that is hard to achieve, immersed in something profoundly difficult, offering a devastating portrait of a proudly independent woman out on her own.  Curiously, closing credit thanks were given to actress Catherine Deneuve and writer/director Christophe Honoré and his family. 

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Only Lovers Left Alive
















ONLY LOVERS LEFT ALIVE           B                   
Great Britain  Germany  (123 mi)  2013  d:  Jim Jarmusch           Official site

I’m more of a Stax girl, myself.            —Eve (Tilda Swinton)

Typical of what’s happening today in the movie industry, Jim Jarmusch indicated this film was seven years in the making due to an inability to obtain funds to make the movie, as American backers dropped out, so he had to search for European financing.  And while Tilda Swinton and John Hurt were onboard throughout the lengthy ordeal, Michael Fassbender was eventually replaced by Tom Hiddleston, where it’s impossible to think of the film without him, as Hiddleston’s imprint is all over this film, especially the slowed down pace of lethargy that captures the creepy feel of vampire characters that have lived for centuries.  Hiddleston plays a worldly vampire with connections to a centuries earlier golden age in science, literature, music, and the arts, once friends with Schubert, and authors Shelley and Byron, now a depressed underground musician, aka Adam, whose spacey, mournfully hypnotic music Only lovers left alive | Adam's music YouTube (1:49) played on retro equipment brings back opium-induced thoughts of the hallucinogenic world of APOCALYPSE NOW (1979) and is reminiscent of an earlier 60’s era of Lou Reed with the Velvet Underground, yet he plays the part of a reclusive rock star who makes psychedelic new music while in hiding, much like Mick Jagger as Turner in Nicolas Roeg’s PERFORMANCE (1970).  Only Gus van Sant’s LAST DAYS (2005) captures the same dreary mood, a portrait of a suicidal Cobain-like musician’s final days where nothing much happens, but he similarly retreats from reality and ignores everyone, lost in a haze of oblivion.  This atmospheric funk is beautifully realized by Jarmusch’s choice to shoot the film in the empty ruins of the economically ravaged Detroit, which he calls “a decimated city.”  Truly representative of a city in decay, we return to constant images of empty downtown streets and the remnants of an industrial wasteland, where the residents feel like ghostly inhabitants of a once thriving city.  Living in a dilapidated Victorian house in a deserted area on the outskirts of town, looking like the morbid set for a Halloween movie, Adam collects vintage electric guitars, builds his own underground electronic grid, but also has various electronics memorabilia like a 50’s TV, a 70’s phone, while playing classic turnstyle LP records like Charlie Feathers “Can't Hardly Stand It” CHARLIE FEATHERS Can't Hardly Stand It - YouTube (2:52). 

On the other side of the globe living in Tangiers, with the streets cast in a golden hue, is Adam’s wife Eve (Tilda Swinton), a collector of books in every language, which she’s able to fathom simply by running her fingers over the pages.  Dressed in a hijab covering her hair and neck, Eve literally glides through the empty streets ignoring the men popping out of dark corners promising “We’ve got what you want,” as she proceeds to a near empty café where she meets fellow vampire Marlowe (John Hurt), Shakespeare’s contemporary and her longtime lover/confidante who hoards his secret that he secretly penned Shakespeare’s works, while also being her blood supplier, offering her a taste of “the good stuff.”  These vampires have long ago sworn off attacking human victims, who they call “zombies,” claiming they’ve tainted the blood supply with their careless lifestyles and reckless disregard for their health.  Adam has a black market procurer (Jeffrey Wright) in the blood supply section of the hospital, where he arrives with a large wad of cash dressed in a doctor’s gown posing as Dr. Faust or Dr. Caligari, where getting their fix is like feeding a heroin habit, as they’re seen going through a rush of euphoria, with fangs starting to protrude.  Adam uses Ian (Anton Yelchin), in awe of the man’s genius and one of his biggest fans, but also a naïve stoner kid as his Renfield, a go-between to the outside world, while also using him, no questions asked, to track down hard-to-find specialty items, like vintage guitars or recording equipment, and even a specially-made wooden bullet.  When Eve realizes the extent of his deep gloom, she decides to board to flight to Detroit, packing Dostoyevsky and David Foster Wallace, wasting no opportunity as they reminisce about their glory years, as Adam recalls when they hung out with Byron, “a pompous bore,” or wrote an Adagio movement for Schubert, and recalls with affection meeting Mary Shelley.  When asked what she was like, Adam snarls “She was delicious.”  Not since SID AND NANCY (1986) have we seen such a dreamily lethargic and quietly disengaged couple, where he drives her through the empty streets of Detroit at night, past the deserted Roxy Theater and the Michigan Theatre, which is now used as a parking lot, where they seem alone in the vast desolation of boarded up warehouses and factories.  “How can you have lived for so long, and still not get it?” she reminds him.  “This self-obsession is a waste of living.  That could be spent on surviving things, appreciating nature, nurturing kindness and friendship… and dancing!”  Suggesting he might show her the Motown studios, she responds, “I’m more of a Stax girl, myself,” grabbing her partner off the couch as she chooses to play a Denise LaSalle song, “Trapped by a Thing Called Love” Only Lovers Left Alive - Tom Hiddleston and Tilda Swinton dancing YouTube (2:00), which just happened to be released on the Detroit-based Westbound Records label. 

Shot entirely at night by Yorick le Saux, with an extraordinary score from Josef van Wissem and Jarmusch’s own band Sqürl, Jozef Van Wissem & SQÜRL - The Taste Of Blood YouTube (5:54), where it’s easy to lose yourself in the feedback and trance-like psychedelic guitar sounds where the desolation of the vampire underworld stretches to an endless abyss.  The opening forty minutes or so are riveting and show great promise, but peters out a bit by the end, where the sophistication and urbane wit of Adam and Eve represent a kind of cultured, upper class variety of vampire, where Jarmusch has created a uniquely original, alternate universe existing right alongside the present that sarcastically comments upon the superficiality of the modern era where there’s scarcely a genius left alive, no one to challenge their infinite knowledge, forcing them to withdraw ever further into themselves, yet constantly needing to feed, resembling drug addicts.  The film perks up with the arrival of Eve’s naughty kid sister Ava (Mia Wasikowska), a cute but mischievous brat vampire whose unstoppable impulses are a destructive force of nature, returning to the reckless carnage and instability of youth, bringing nothing but turmoil into their orderly lives.  They make an appearance at an underground music club, hoping to be inconspicuous, but Ava’s continued flirtatiousness draws unwanted attention, where the kick-ass music, however, is White Hills “Under Skin or by Name” White Hills - Under Skin or by Name YouTube (5:40) and Black Rebel Motorcycle Club “Red Eyes and Tears” Black Rebel Motorcycle Club - Red Eyes And Tears  YouTube (3:59).  Despite this surge of energy, it’s only a reminder throughout time of family dysfunction and the capacity for humans to destroy the world they live in, which includes, among other things, the contamination of the blood supply.  Of note, John Ajvide Lindqvist’s recent take on the vampire novel, which led to Tomas Alfredson’s film LET THE RIGHT ONE IN (2008), was similarly concerned with the harmful effects of “impure blood.”  This leads to the question of whether vampires can survive under these toxic modern conditions, which, of course, looking at the nearly demolished picture of Detroit, is a question we should be asking ourselves?  How does a city’s destruction, caused by the unconscionable eagerness of people or corporations (like Ava) to thoughtlessly serve only themselves, benefit anyone?  Through the perspective of centuries, we are at a particularly noteworthy crossroads in determining just what kind of future we’ll have, yet Ava’s gratuitous self-centered greed and her childlike refusal to see the bigger picture suggests a dire future, emblematic perhaps of those ineffectual voices currently haggling over world peace, where self interests above everything else certainly places the planet at even greater risk.  Of course, it wouldn’t truly be representative of a Jarmusch vampire format unless the future of the human condition was utterly dismal.