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Saturday, December 14, 2024

Bird


 





















Director Andrea Arnold

Arnold with Jason Buda and Nykiya Adams


Arnold with her lead cast at Cannes


Cinematographer Robbie Ryan
    
















 

 

 

BIRD                          B+                                                                                                        Great Britain  USA  France  Germany  (119 mi)  2024  d: Andrea Arnold

This is the next century
Where the universal’s free
You can find it anywhere
Yes, the future has been sold

Every night we’re gone
And to karaoke songs
How we like to sing along
Though the words are wrong

It really, really, really could happen
Yes, it really, really, really could happen
When the days they seem to fall through you
Well, just let them go

No one here is alone
Satellites in every home
Yes, the universal’s here
Here for everyone

Every paper that you read
Says tomorrow is your lucky day
Well, here’s your lucky day

It really, really, really could happen
Yes, it really, really, really could happen
If the days they seem to fall through you
Well, just let them go

The Universal by English alternative rock band Blur, 1995, inspired by Alex and his Droogs from Stanley Kubrick’s A Clockwork Orange (1971), Blur - The Universal (Official Video), Full HD (Digitally ... YouTube (3:55)

From the director of social realist films like RED ROAD (2006), FISH TANK (2009), and American Honey (2016), each of which won the Cannes Jury Prize (3rd Place), winning an Academy Award with her short film WASP (2003), converting to an overly abstract, experimental style in both Wuthering Heights (Arnold) (2011) and Cow (2021), this is a return to form for Arnold, an adrenaline-laced, kitchen sink exposé of a British underclass in the north Kent region (the same area where Arnold grew up) that feels like FISH TANK on steroids, where this is an aggressive, in-your-face assault to the senses, almost as if time and the film speed itself was sped up.  The raucous music adds an underlying layer of unbridled punk ferociousness, while the abstract, psychologically fractured style is unique, minimizing narrative form, instead creating a hallucinogenic atmosphere of drug-induced ferocity balanced against the internal world of a coming-of-age 12-year old Bailey (newcomer Nykiya Adams), who is vulnerable yet resilient, mature beyond her years, navigating her way through a suffocating atmosphere and a seemingly endless series of labyrinthean challenges, an extension of the young female protagonists in both FISH TANK and AMERICAN HONEY, where the creative sound design is phenomenal, making this one of the best edited films of the year, where you never really know where this is going.  As is Arnold’s style, rarely working with established actors, she allows an unknown lead character to literally carry the film, and Adams is electrifying, onscreen for nearly the entire film, yet this film defies expectations, adding surreal elements that simply alter the landscape, creating tonal shifts that are as wildly expressive as the furious post-punk of the Irish rock band Fontaines DC, where a punctuating opening song Too Real asks “Is it too real for ya?,” BIRD | Official Clip | In Theaters Now YouTube (1:36), a theme that permeates through every frame of the film, challenging viewers at every turn, upending any idea of what we’ve seen before, creating something entirely new, a brash expression of the new world order.  Bailey, who is black, straddles two families, one that is white, living with Barry Keoghan playing Bug, a mostly shirtless, perpetually loud and chaotic father to Bailey, literally adorned with insect tattoos, and her equally troubled older half-brother Hunter (Jason Buda), a family marked by dysfunction and hopelessness, and one that is black, as her mother, Peyton (Jasmine Jobson), lives in a decrepit drug house with three younger siblings on the other side of town, where the brazen abuse of her terrifying boyfriend Skate (James Nelson-Joyce, the nastiest piece of work in any Arnold film) and the paralyzing fear he generates, especially towards the children, adds a brutal dimension of extreme psychological harm in a tumultuously exploding world.  Bug, who doesn’t look much older than his kids (a father at 14), is a troublemaking knucklehead and drug dealer who doesn’t really concern himself with parenting in any real sense, as his virtually unemployable, irresponsible life is so out of control in their graffiti-strewn neighborhood that his constant diversions and distractions allow them to pretty much run their own lives, where in this world unsupervised children are the norm.  Featuring an extraordinary selection of music, Bird by Andrea Arnold (Soundtrack), so integral to the enveloping atmosphere, where Bug seems to have a particular affection for singing along with Blur - The Universal (Later... with Jools Holland 1995) - Full ... YouTube (4:01), a dystopian song that oozes a fake optimism, synonymous with an elated sense of Britpop promise in the 90’s that was subsequently crushed under a wave of conservatism, yet when he makes a surprise announcement that he’s going to get married, introducing Kayleigh (Frankie Box), who is a complete stranger, and Kayleigh’s baby daughter into their lives, Bailey is thoroughly disgusted by the idea, as their lives are already complicated enough.  “There’s no place like home” this isn’t.    

In an article for The Guardian in 2021, We are animals. We need to connect to the millions of non- ..., Arnold wrote:

Whenever I have felt troubled or lost or overwhelmed with life I have always sought nature.  It has always grounded me and put me in touch with myself again.  No one taught me this.  It came quite naturally.  Like some innate knowledge.  Partly I think because I had a very free childhood.  My mum had me very young, at 16, and three siblings followed by the time she was 22.  My dad was only a few years older.  I never saw him that much in my early years and he was gone completely by the time I was 10.

So, unsupervised most of the time, I lived a fantastically wild life.  I grew up in north Kent on an estate surrounded by liminal wilderness.  From early, I would spend entire days roaming wherever the fancy took me.  Between estates and chalk pits and deserted old industrial spaces and woods and motorways.  Out of this grew a deep love of insects and birds and animals and plants.  Stray estate dogs, the Traveller ponies chained by the motorway, the fish and frogs in the water-filled bomb site, wild strawberries on the banks of the chalk pits.  I can conjure up these places vividly now.  The smells and sounds and feels and colours.             

At Cannes the film won the Carrosse d’Or, or Golden Coach Award, bestowed by the Society of French Directors showcasing “innovative qualities, courage and independent-mindedness,” joining a distinguished group of past winners including Martin Scorsese, Werner Herzog, Jia Zhangke, Jane Campion, Jim Jarmusch, Kelly Reichardt, and Clint Eastwood, with Arnold tearfully indicating it was the toughest shoot of her career, and the most painful, with many more challenges than usual, making it particularly difficult to find the film she envisioned from the footage she shot, which may explain the kaleidoscopic editing structure that continually keeps viewers on edge.  Yet this also may be the most cinematic film she’s ever made, as Arnold fearlessly refuses to be pigeonholed as a social realist, capturing the extremes of the fantastical with the unending challenges of living in a world that is literally crumbling under your feet.  What’s different about this working class exposé is that nobody is actually working, or even going to school, leaving them precariously vulnerable to the violence that is seemingly everywhere, with no love in sight, where an escape from reality is a necessity, opening up a crack of light in an area otherwise consumed by rampant poverty and social decay.  Bailey is a sensitive and rebellious girl who lives in Gravesend, a Kent neighborhood mentioned in several Charles Dickens novels characterized by apartment blocks covered in graffiti and dysfunctional families, who doesn’t even have a bed, just a sleeping bag that she curls up in, spending much of her time alone, or sometimes with a group of young thugs in the area who view themselves as the “protectors,” targeting domestic abuse offenders with their own extremely violent, vigilante justice style brand of retribution.  But her life changes when she meets Bird (Franz Rogowski), a mysterious wanderer who appears out of nowhere doing a twirl for her camera dressed in a kilt in search of his birth parents he has never known, and while she’s initially wary, keeping her distance, she ultimately decides to help him in his search, as he seems to have a special connection with children, eventually making a deeply profound personal connection, where he takes on the role of her guardian angel.  Her innocence stands in stark contrast to the shadowy underworld dealings of her manic father, who spends a good amount of time attempting to persuade a Colorado River toad to secrete a slimy hallucinogenic substance, something he thinks will make him a fortune, or at least pay for his wedding, but this only seems to happen when he plays “sincere,” old-style “Dad music” that he hates, hilariously turning to Coldplay’s rendition of Coldplay - Yellow (Official Video) YouTube (4:32), which seems to work like a charm.  Bailey has a habit of filming what she sees on her phone, including the flight of birds, butterflies, horses, or disturbing moments of violence, as well as her initial meeting with Bird, all of which comprise a personal journal, like diary entries that document her evolving life, projecting her videos on the walls of her room at night, though sometimes they just run through her mind, showing us the world through her eyes.  Captured through a dizzyingly frenetic handheld camera, reflective of the emotional inner instability of these lives, so fragile against the eruptive violence that surrounds them, yet there is poetry to be found in the wretched ugliness of life on the poorest margins of society, where there are flashes of mysterious and dreamy moments, like the camera pointing upwards to the sky, or seeing Bird continually standing atop a high-rise building, recalling the reckless impulsiveness and daredevil games of the alienated high school youth in Toshiaki Toyoda’s Blue Spring (Aoi haru) (2001) or the angels perched atop the ledges of skyscrapers high above the city in Wim Wenders’ Wings of Desire (Der Himmel über Berlin) (1987).   

With references to Vittorio De Sica’s MIRACLE IN MILAN (1951), where protagonists escape the misery of postwar ruins by broomstick, a neo-realist fable that no one complained about, by the way, ranked 3rd on Cahiers du Cinéma’s Top 10 Films of the Year List in 1951, or more overtly Ken Loach’s KES (1969), as both realistically portray, with poetic elements, the daily lives of teenagers who take refuge from their harsh reality through a friendship with birds, this film depicts a turbulent transition from childhood to womanhood, struggling with everyday problems, where nothing is remotely straightforward, continually taking strange detours along the way, becoming, in essence, a metamorphosis in action, where the ideas just keep coming.  Despite her tender age in a time of transition, Bailey has to deal with much greater conflicts and responsibilities, where we are literally lured into her child’s-eye view of the world, showing the brutality of forgotten environments that children are forced to live in, where there is seemingly no place for them, as the entire system has failed them, suggesting they are able to dream of freedom (“It really, really, really could happen”) beyond the squalor that surrounds them.  Shot on 16mm by Arnold regular Robbie Ryan, who also works with Ken Loach and Yorgos Lanthimos, this rich and layered film is most of all an exhilarating experience, easily her most “out there” film, as the audacity of the “what the fuck” factor screams originality, skillfully told with striking empathy and ingenuity, where some have criticized elements of CGI magical realism mixed in, something never seen before in an Andrea Arnold film, but they feel more like surreal moments, as the transformations are completely in character, initially manifested with relative subtlety until the film explodes with the full force of unleashed creativity, where viewers need to keep an open mind on the power of cinematic suggestion.  Having the courage to make outrageous narrative choices leads the film on unexpected paths, like the perilous side journeys Odysseus takes in The Odyssey, while also grasping a child’s state of grace and wonder that recalls Benh Zeitlin’s 2012 Top Ten Films of the Year: #1 Beasts of the Southern Wild (2012), as otherwise this might be mired in miserablism or poverty porn, yet this feels elevated and empowering, completely grounded in a grim reality, yet it’s so much more rewarding, both bleak and hopeful all at once, literally transcending the material, as there’s a surprise in nearly every shot.  Arnold seems to specialize in stories of neglected and endangered girls on the verge of becoming young women while living in brutal or inhospitable environments, yet this adds another layer, namely Bailey’s fascination with birds, while she also may be queer, or at least leaning in that direction, showing an aversion to girly things, where her self-absorbed father is just too oblivious to notice, or care.  Yet one of the featured aspects of the film is a parallel curiosity about parenting, as Bird is as interested in his journey of discovery about his missing parents as Bailey is with unlocking the buried secrets of hers, leading to a powerfully dynamic and emotionally riveting conclusion, with these revelations beautifully interwoven into the film, where one of the questions this film asks is whether we can ever really be free of the trauma that shaped our lives.  The raw, unforgiving world of Arnold’s movies and the struggles of these young girls to survive are brutally honest observations that are overwhelmingly truthful and sincere, embracing life’s imperfections, accentuating class disparity and familial neglect while offering resilience in the face of adversity, tenderness in the face of chaos, where the poetic excursions are like an epiphany that only add, not detract, from the film’s overall impact, as it simply refuses to end in tragedy, and continues to play out over the end credits.  Difficult, experimental, and ambiguous, yet exquisite.    

Friday, January 1, 2021

2020 Top Ten List #5 Never Rarely Sometimes Always





Director Eliza Hittman




Eliza Hittman on the set







NEVER RARELY SOMETIMES ALWAYS          B+                  
USA  Great Britain  (101 mi)  2020  d:  Eliza Hittman          Official site

He makes me do things I don’t want to do
He makes me say things I don’t want to say
& even though I want to break away
I can’t (stop saying I adore him
I can’t stop doing things for him)
He’s got the power, the power of love over me

—“He’s Got the Power,” by the Exciters, 1963, The Exciters - He's Got The Power (Stereo) - YouTube (2:21)

An intensely personal film, much more mature than her earlier works, revealing a greater depth of character, winner of a Special Jury Award at Sundance for Neo-Realism, interestingly listing filmmaker Barry Jenkins as one of the executive producers, beautifully shot by Hélène Louvart on 16mm, providing a moody and impressionistic landscape of both interior and exterior worlds, including an equally intriguing electronic musical score by Julia Holter that adds a poetic lyricism, with piano music of Robert Schumann thrown in, all centered around the experiences of a young 17-year old girl, Autumn (Sidney Flanigan), accentuating naturalism through a continual choreography of close-ups on her face, living in a tough, rural community of Northumberland, Pennsylvania where options are few and far between, calling into question the choices young girls face in today’s world, revealing an incessant war of degradation against women and girls in communities like this.  While ostensibly about the erosion of reproductive rights, where young women from rural areas have to travel great distances to obtain an abortion, modeled after Savita Halappanavar, an Indian woman living in Ireland who died in 2012 of blood poisoning in a hospital in Galway after being refused a life-saving abortion, which ended up changing the abortion laws in Ireland.  Society’s aversion to legal abortion is portrayed in a starkly realistic light, kind of America’s version of Cristian Mungiu’s Palme d’Or winning film 4 Months, 3 Weeks, and 2 Days (4 luni, 3 saptamâni si 2 zile) (2007), which is about obtaining an “illegal” abortion, yet the film also unravels layers of ominous warning signs that young girls must learn to navigate at an early age, revealed at the outset in 50’s and 60’s style dance and musical performances from a high school talent show when Autumn is openly slut-shamed, with some guy yelling out “Slut!” in the middle of her daringly different contemporary solo performance of The Exciters “He’s Got the Power,” turning otherwise innocent lyrics into a cautionary tale, clearly indicating an abuse syndrome where men continually wield a stranglehold over women, impinging on their right to choose.  At dinner with her family afterwards, receiving congratulations from her mother (singer Sharon Van Etten) and younger sisters, her stepfather (Ryan Eggold) is openly derisive, literally mocking the idea of offering praise, where it’s clear right from the outset that there are red flag warning signs being exhibited, with fear emanating from his brazen hostility, yet this is an aspect the film doesn’t explore.  Instead it deals with the consequences.  Understated to the core, from the maker of It Felt Like Love (2013) and Beach Rats (2017), this director has a history of exploring young girls in uncomfortable situations, accentuating youthful sexual desires gone awry and the internalized wasteland it can lead to, creating portraits of identity confusion filled with psychological ambiguities, with characters alienated from themselves and others, yet clamoring for love and attention, which they don’t know how to get at their tender young ages, instead pretending to be aloof and disaffected.  This film feels like a logical extension of her earlier work, unvarnished, balancing fear and hope, infused with tension, offering inordinate intimacy, filled with moments of horror, dread, and personal resolve, ultimately becoming a story of resistance. 

Autumn works as a cashier at a local supermarket along with her cousin Skylar (Talia Ryder), both the same age, best friends who look after each other, both sensing early on that it’s just easier being a guy, fewer hassles to deal with, yet one of the creepiest aspects of their job is handing in the money envelopes at the end of their shifts to the store manager, handed through a small window, where he grabs and kisses their hands, oppressive circumstances they are forced to endure as a routine aspect of working there, living in an economically bleak and depressing town with no prospects of a better future.  When Autumn misses a day for medical reasons, Skylar questions what’s the matter, answered by a retching in the employee rest room, having visited a local women’s health center and discovering she’s pregnant, shown a hideous anti-abortion video, expressing little interest.  Her initial answer to that was to bloodily self-inflict a nose-ring piercing, reasserting command over her own body (though in a movie goof, the ring appears later in a different nostril).  She and her cousin brace for what’s next, exploring options through the Internet, discovering minors in her state require parental consent, which for her is not an option, attempting unsuccessfully to self-abort, leaving bruises on her stomach, eventually deciding to travel to New York City for the nearest Planned Parenthood facility.  Skylar steals some cash from the grocery till for their journey, packs a suitcase, and the two sneak out together at the crack of dawn hopping on a bus, immediately encountering a talkative young man their age who takes an interest, Jasper, played by Théodore Pellerin, last seen in an electrifying, over-the-edge performance in the Sophie Dupuis dysfunctional family drama Family First (Chien de Garde) (2018), offering one of the most riveting performances of the year.  While Jasper is a stranger, he’s also perfectly friendly, perhaps overly friendly masking unseen intentions, where it’s important to note their mindset, which is to view him as a potential threat, remaining guarded throughout, lying if necessary to keep him off track, never revealing their real intentions.  Their arrival to New York is like entering foreign territory, as they’re completely unfamiliar with how to get around, having only an address written on a piece of paper, but end up spending plenty of time on subways, more than they wish, as things don’t go exactly as planned.  The initial medical assessment reveals she’s farther along in her pregnancy than she thought, already in the second trimester, so they can’t assist her, requiring a referral to a different Planned Parenthood location, stunned to realize it’s a two-day procedure.  Having no place to stay overnight, they’re shooed out of the bus station between 1 am and 5:30 am, spending most of the night riding the subway, but late night sex perverts send them running off again in a hurry, offering a subterranean feel of late night haunts where “You’re forced to interact with people who are just nothing like you,” including night owls in arcades or bars spilling out onto the street, discovering an indifferent city that never sleeps, allowing them no safe refuge. 

Their early morning arrival to the new facility is laced in an eerie Surrealistic atmosphere, as the streets are lined by pro-life supporters chanting slogans and singing songs, carrying crucifixes, feeling like a tent revival meeting, where the sight is something to behold.  Inside is another story, as the center is staffed by medical professionals who exhibit extreme care when interviewing each patient, asking personal questions that they’ve likely never been asked before, revealing heartbreaking silences that inadvertently reveal the answers.  This kind of gut-wrenching realism is rare in today’s cinema, as it places viewers in someone else’s shoes, forcing us to empathize with their circumstance and feel their fears.  The intense isolation is only magnified, as she’s there alone, having no one else to turn to, perhaps more vulnerable than at any other moment of her life, where there is no mention of the father.  The fact that he is nowhere in the picture takes us back to that earlier family dysfunction, where the likely culprit is the stepfather, causing viewers to only shudder with horror.  She really has no other options, where this is uniquely a woman’s story, facing depths of emotion that no men ever have to experience, adding feminist repurcussions that only magnify the situation, having to confront the inner demons without ever uttering a word about it, yet showing the various stages of minutiae in meticulous detail.  A social worker (Kelly Chapman, an actual counselor) gently guides her through the process, filmed in one continuous shot, the camera holding on Autumn’s face, as only then does the title reveal its significance, Never Rarely Sometimes Always - Clinic Scene YouTube (4:39), where the untold power of these moments is excruciating, acknowledging, much like the opening scene, the unspeakable power a man can hold over a woman, violating her in the worst way, yet she holds her ground, refusing to be demoralized or defeated.  The support system at the clinic is all she’s got, as otherwise she goes through this ordeal alone, spending every last dime on the procedure, having to maintain her resolve through yet another weary night.  Inexplicably, they rely upon Jasper again (who else do they know?), where he’s eager for something to happen, inviting them to go bowling, where he and Skylar have a connection over beer before singing karaoke, with Autumn breaking out into a downbeat version of Don't Let the Sun Catch You Crying - Gerry and The ... YouTube (2:34).  As the evening progresses, Autumn is left alone while Skylar embarks upon what she has to do to get money home, yet there are wonderful unspoken moments that exist between the two women that are unforgettable expressions of unconditional love.  The fragility expressed onscreen is indescribable, accentuated by an underlying musical mosaic that exudes a haunting tenderness.  By the time the ordeal is over, it’s as if these are two different women, having endured so much pain together, yet having survived, adapting to unforeseen circumstances and prevailing, yet dreading the chilly future that surely awaits them both.  In something of a surprise, the song over the final credits is actually sung by the actress playing the mother, Sharon Van Etten, 'Never Rarely Sometimes Always' (2020)-Soundtrack:"Staring at a Mountain" by Sharon Van Etten/Lyrics YouTube (4:03), sounding like something out of Jonathan Caouette’s laceratingly personal film Tarnation (2003).

by writer/director Eliza Hittman

On behalf of Focus Features and the cast and crew of Never Rarely Sometimes Always, I would like to thank Charles S. Cohen and the entire staff of Landmark Theatres for exhibiting the film; I applaud your bravery for helping us get this film seen, particularly in places in the U.S. where reproductive rights are under threat. The spark for my new film came in 2012, when a woman named Savita Halappanavar died of blood poisoning in a hospital in Galway after being refused a life-saving abortion. Out of devastation, I naively began to research the history of abortion rights in Ireland. In a country where abortion was criminalized, I became fascinated to learn that women who needed abortions were forced to travel from Ireland to England.

I began to read more and more about Ireland’s hidden diaspora and saw a compelling untold narrative about ‘women on the run’ traveling with the unbearable burden of shame. These migratory abortion trails also exist within our own country from rural areas with limited and restrictive access, past state lines and into progressive cities. Through extensive research and interviews over several years I developed this script. After premiering Beach Rats at Sundance in 2017 and following the inauguration of Trump, I felt an urgent need to make this film now. The fate of a woman’s fundamental right to access is at risk. If Roe v. Wade is attacked and abortion made illegal nationwide, how far will we have to travel?

Savita Halappanavar’s death revolutionized Ireland. It unified feminist groups throughout the country and galvanized a movement to reverse the cruel Eighth Amendment that recognizes the life of a mother and a fetus as being equal. They were activated because her identity was not anonymous. She had a name, a face, a warm smile that the country could feel and mourn. The abortion ban was historically repealed last May.

Amidst such a fraught moment in U.S. history, it’s hard not to ask myself how I am doing in my artistic practice can create change. Women’s issues are global issues. By taking a social and political issue and demonstrating its impact on one individual or character, my goal is to find ways to get past our audiences’ defenses against this stigmatized subject and open people up to confronting difficult realities.

As an extension of my body of work, the film balances realism and lyricism, beauty and horror, fear and hope. It is infused with intimacy, discomfort, tension and truth. It will ignite controversy and conversation. Never Rarely Sometimes Always is ultimately a story about resistance and will perhaps even inspire change.