Monday, November 12, 2018

The Sisters Brothers
















THE SISTERS BROTHERS             B+      
France  Spain  Romania  USA  (121 mi)  2018  ‘Scope  d:  Jacques Audiard

An eclectic work that defies expectations, where the social realism of French director Jacques Audiard, maker of such searingly dramatic works as The Beat That My Heart Skipped (De battre mon coeur s'est arête) (2005), 2010 Top Ten Films of the Year: #10 A Prophet (Un Prophète), Rust and Bone (De rouille et d'os) (2011), and Dheepan (2015), is traded in for his first English-speaking movie, a somewhat eccentric yet luxuriously beautiful American western set in Oregon and California during the Gold Rush days of 1851, tempered with humor and personality, becoming more of a buddy movie with two oddball characters sharing the lead, the always cantankerous Sisters brothers, Charlie and Eli, Joaquin Phoenix and John C. Reilly, hired assassins who have developed a reputation for professionalism, as they always get their man, yet the gist of the movie is their relentless bickering and in-fighting that takes place along the way.  Perhaps unexpectedly, we see the names of uncompromising film directors Jean-Pierre and Luc Dardenne as producers, also Cristian Mungiu, while the driving force behind the film was actor/producer John C. Reilly securing the rights of the book, as the mournfully comic film is adapted from Canadian author Patrick DeWitt’s 2011 historical novel that pays homage to the unscrupulous immorality prevailing throughout the American West.  In the Gold Rush era, a mad and obsessive spirit induces “thousands of previously intelligent men and women to abandon their families and homes forever,” but most ended up down on their luck, demoralized and emptyhanded, as only a few realized their dreams, and even then what wealth they obtained soon fizzled out from the inflated prices that quickly adjusted to the gold standard.  In this fever dream of unlimited opportunity, we meet the Sisters brothers in action, carrying out a night assault on an unlucky group of eight stuck in a farmhouse, every one killed with ruthless precision.  But it isn’t the blood or gore that stands out, instead these two brothers have an endearing way of communicating, chatting endlessly, as they’ll get caught up on a particular word and then hound the other mercilessly for using it.  It’s a stand-out script co-written by Audiard with Thomas Bidegain that feels remarkably fresh in a genre film, recalling some of the magic from Taylor Sheridan’s equally imploring Hell or High Water (2016). 

Receiving their orders from a notoriously secretive man known as the Commodore, Charlie tells his brother that he’s been assigned as the lead man, getting a majority percentage in their pay, and, accordingly, he’s been issued a new horse.  Eli is a bit startled, as this is all news to him, wondering why he should have to ride the same beaten-down horse.  But it fits their profile, as Charlie is the extroverted sociopath who gets all the attention, executing men with a sadistic relish, seemingly without a care in the world, though it’s clear he has a screw loose somewhere, getting blind drunk on too many occasions, with the more thoughtful and introspective older brother Eli inevitably forced to play second fiddle and look after him, as he’s done all their lives.  Both scarred from brutally painful and traumatic childhood experiences, they had a ruthless father who was an aggressive drunkard that routinely beat their mother, where it was the boys themselves that eventually put an end to it, though Eli still regrets that it was Charlie who killed him, feeling this was the older brother’s responsibility.  Nonetheless, a special bond has developed between them through the years, with Eli contemplating getting out while they’re still alive, retiring quietly, perhaps running a general store.  Charlie, of course, has to laugh at that, thinking they’re on top of the world, earning top dollar, feeling invincible, so why on earth would they stop now?  Killing is the only thing he’s really good at, taking great pleasure in his dominant skill, and while it’s clear they inherited bad blood from their father, they believe they’re putting it to better use.  So it’s on to the next mission, with the Commodore hiring a more discerning detective tracker John Morris (Jake Gyllenhaal with a weird accent) to find one of his enemies described as a thief, Hermann Warm (Riz Ahmed), a chemist with a secret formula for finding gold, with Morris expected to hold him until the Sisters brothers finish him off, but not before extracting his valuable secret.  While there is plenty of ground to cover, Audiard’s leisurely pace allows time to pass, paying respect for the great distances, as these were epic and often laborious journeys filled with peril (often of their own making), where the film becomes a compelling weeks-long odyssey of new discoveries.  Shot by Benoît Debie in the forests and mountains of Romania and Spain, the majestic scenery is reminiscent of Peckinpah’s early film Ride the High Country (1962), as is the back and forth banter between two highly skilled actors working at the top of their game, where perennial second banana Reilly literally steals the picture as an outlaw with a heart of gold. 

Curiously, both Phoenix and Reilly have performed variations on Johnny Cash, with Phoenix nominated for an Oscar with his biographical portrayal in WALK THE LINE (2005), while Reilly did a character based on the renowned exploits of Cash in his irreverently obscure film, WALK HARD:  THE DEWEY COX STORY (2007).  They are terrific together, where Phoenix is more manic and terrifying, but the more laid back and accommodating Reilly is really the heart of the picture in what amounts to a role of a lifetime.  Part of the beauty of the film is that nothing ever goes according to plan, instead we are treated to the bizarre twists and turns in the road.  An informed character study, we only learn the brother’s backstory late in the film through belated developments, as each in their own way is challenged to rise above their past and make amends, chartering new and unfamiliar territory, where at one point when they hit the Pacific Ocean Charlie announces, “I think this is further than we’ve ever been before.”  “You mean ― in conversation?” asks a clueless Eli.  Foreshadowing a new playing field, all the central characters meet at some point, each in some ways changed by the others, where people actually make a difference.  But it’s no easy transition, as stubborn and hard-headed frontier individualists are usually the last to recognize internal conflict and adapt to change, but here blind ambition and disturbing forces challenge each of them, albeit differently, offering at least some of them a chance at redemption.  Audiard always does an excellent job probing the depths of masculinity, finding layers of humanity underneath that defy the stereotypes, where these two brothers are polar opposites, yet perhaps the two of them together form a more perfect union.  Can bad people change?  Usually there’s no incentive to do so, as they continually get what they want by being bad.   But this film speaks to an era of lawless savagery that finally succumbs to the pressures of a more decent civilization.  Audiard beautifully integrates that into the story and pieces it together, pointing to a more hopeful direction that literally springs out of nowhere, painting a darkly humorous yet insightful portrait of the American West, where the unending violence is near impossible to escape, yet salvation is rarely achieved at the barrel of a gun.  The music of Alexandre Desplat is never overpowering, but offers a sense of restrained elegance, like a spiritual awakening, which may be the underlying key to the film.  The pressures of their dark past clearly haunts Eli, who seeks a different outcome than his more untamed brother, where the cruel hostilities of the world eventually take their toll, as you can’t keep challenging fate forever.  It’s like playing Russian roulette, where the consequences are ultimately devastating.  But Audiard is up to the task, finding tenderness where you least expect it, offering a picture-perfect finale that finds a grace note, transcending all moral boundaries.     

Friday, November 9, 2018

2018 Chicago Film Festival Wrap-Up
















Despite all the A’s and A-s handed out by Frank and Jonathan, I am of the opinion this was one of the worst fests ever, certainly worse than last year when 7 films from the fest were in my Top Ten.  That was an amazing year. 

This year there will be 1. 

Only two other years this decade have led to results like that. 

In 2018, only one film from the festival will be making the year’s Top Ten list, which happens to have been the very first film seen. 
in 2017, there were 7
in 2016 there was 1
in 2015 there were 4 
in 2014 there were 3
in 2013 there was 1
in 2012 there were 3
in 2011 there were 2
in 2010, there were 3

Robert      nearly ¼ or 22%           5/23 rated B+ or above, handing out one A and no A-‘s
Frank        nearly 2/3 or 62%        16/26 rated B+ or above, handing out one A and 8 A-‘s     
Jonathan   nearly ½ or 44%          19/43 rated B+ or better (rated 8 or above) with 2 perfect 10’s and 10 scoring 9’s

Not sure how to explain the decidedly different ratings, while I recognize we may have seen different films, but some were the same, and we certainly had differing views on those.  Having been coming to the festival since the 1980’s, annually since the middle 90’s, my view is that there is a paucity of festival quality films this year, as the films seen at the festival were actually not any better than what’s been available to see in the theaters all year.  Sorry to say that’s been my experience.  

One terrific film, Petzold’s Transit, and a lot of other decent films.  Koreeda’s Shoplifters (Manbiki kazoku) and most of Jia Zhang-ke’s Ash Is Purest White (Jiang hu er nv), by the way, were shot on 35mm film, a rare occurrence in a film festival, though the screened prints were digital.  

The festival was shortened to fewer days, fewer films, and the quality declined. 

All of which suggests money shortages, which is not a good sign.

Michael Kutza, the founder and CEO in charge who’s been there from the beginning, this will be his last year at the helm, as he is retiring and his next in command, Vivian Teng, will be the managing director, while Mimi Plauché will be the artistic director.   The jury is still out on Mimi’s festival prowess, because if this is a sign of things to come, it does not look good.  In fact, this may not be a sustainable model.  

Documentaries, normally among the strongest selections at Chicago, were weaker this year and the selections overall were geared towards political correctness and were much less cinematically adventurous or appealing. 

Transit and Srbenka were really the only two films seen in the entire festival that exhibited original cinematic flair, while all the rest were more mainstream and conventional, which may represent the cultural backwater that Chicago has become.  That would be unfortunate.  On the other hand, that may also be a reflection of the kind of films being made today that are chosen as festival quality films.  Maybe there are fewer masterworks being made because there are fewer master filmmakers, as many of the elder statesmen and women are not being replaced by younger talents of equal quality and vision.  For instance there are no Tarkovsky’s in today’s world.  Or Dreyer’s, or Welles, and the list goes on.  Perhaps the change from celluloid film to digital around the turn of the century has altered the kinds of films being produced, as filmmakers can make cheaper films that may equate to much lesser quality.  It may be too early to tell, but these are the initial signs that we may have more quantity flooding the marketplace, but not quality, which remains at a premium. 

Just a few thoughts about the festival, as things may be completely different next year, as I was jazzed about what the festival offered just one year ago.

We shall see.    


Ratings of Films Seen

Robert Kennedy (Cranes Are Flying)

A

Transit                                                             96

A-

none

B+

Shoplifters (Manbiki kazoku)                         92
Cold War (Zimna wojna)                                92
Srbenka                                                           92

B
Border (Gräns)                                                89
Little Woods                                                    88
Olympia                                                           87
Sofia                                                                86
Alice T.                                                            85
Sibel                                                                 85
Ash Is Purest White (Jiang hu er nv)               84
Ága                                                                  84
Happy As Lazzaro (Lazzaro Felice)                83

B-

Duelles                                                           82
The Road Not Taken (We Ze Zhi Lu)            82
Family First (Chien de Garde)                       82
The Third Wife                                               81
The Great Buster                                             81

C+

Non-Fiction (Doubles Vies)                            77

C

Flammable Children                                       76
[Censored]                                                      75


Frank Biletz, Chicago history professor

I thought that this year’s CIFF was outstanding, with many worthwhile films, including a number that will likely be on my year-end “best” list. Indeed, I enjoyed virtually all 26 of the films that I saw.

Best of all was Cold War, Pawel Pawlikowski’s follow-up to Ida, one of the best films of 2013, and also shot in gorgeous Academy ratio black and white. Telling the story of a Polish couple on both sides of the Iron Curtain, the film traverses European history from 1949 to 1964. Besides outstanding performances by the lead actors and a compelling narrative, the film also features the best and most integral use of music that I have heard in some time, with the soundtrack ranging from Polish folk songs to jazz to kitschy Stalinist era anthems.

Shoplifters by Horekazu Kore-eda is the best of that outstanding director’s recent films, carrying through his concern with family relations as inflected by social class in a narrative about a highly unusual family unit.

My third favorite film, Happy as Lazzaro by Alice Rohrwacher, won the festival’s feature competition with the Golden Hugo. A magical realist fable of a “holy fool” character, the film ranges across a decade as it moved from the Italian countryside to Milan.

Watergate by Charles Ferguson was quite absorbing through its 4 hour and 20 minutes running time, and is surely one of the best documentaries of the year. Given the complexity of the case and large cast of fascinating characters, it could have been even longer. In the scenes using the famous tapes, actors play Nixon, Haldemann, and the others, which is initially a bit disconcerting, though one gets used to the actors in these scenes. There are also many new interviews with surviving participants, some archival interviews, and lots of news coverage from the period, including extensive use of video from the Senate and House hearings.

In regard to Mike Leigh’s Peterloo, I would note that my evaluation is generally higher than the critical consensus and I think that this is directly related to my experiencing film as a historian of Britain, who is familiar with the historical events that Mike Leigh brings to life so vividly. In general, reviewers tend to praise the opening Waterloo sequence and the depiction of the massacre at the end, which involves crowd and action scenes much more elaborate than the norm in a Mike Leigh film, while dismissing the bulk of the film as overly “talky” and full of political speeches. Familiar as I am with the historical context, I generally found all of this quite interesting and especially enjoyed the depiction of “Orator” Hunt as a prima donna.

A pleasant surprise was Benedikt Erlingsson’s Woman at War, an offbeat and charming Icelandic film that treats a militant environmentalist who, when she is not engaged in activism, is also trying to adopt a Ukrainian child. Especially pleasing was the very stylized and often amusing use of diegetic sound, as camera pans regularly to reveal a troupe of musicians.

Here is my complete list of films seen in approximate order of preference, with grades:

Cold War (Poland/France/UK, Pawel Palikowski)                                                                 A

Shoplifters (Japan, Hirokazu Kore-eda)                                                                                  A-

Happy as Lazarro (Italy/Switzerland/France/Germany, Alice Rohrwacher)                         A-

Watergate (US, Charles Ferguson)                                                                                         A-

Peterloo (UK, Mike Leigh)                                                                                               A-/B+

Woman at War (Iceland/France/Ukraine, Benedikt Erlingsson)                                        A-/B+

Before the Frost (Denmark, Michael Noer)                                                                        A-/B+

Birds of Passage (Colombia/Mexico/Denmark/France, Christina Gallego & Ciro Guerra) A-/B+

The Favourite (Ireland/UK/US, Yorgos Lanthimos)                                                              B+

Border (Sweden/Denmak, Ali Abbassi)                                                                                 B+

Transit (Germany/France, Christian Petzold)                                                                         B+

Aga (Bulgaria/Germany/France, Milko Lazarov)                                                                   B+

Volcano (Ukraine/Germany, Roman Bondarchuk)                                                                 B+

The Other Side of the Wind (US, Orson Welles)                                                                     B+

Non-Fiction (France, Olivier Assayas)                                                                                   B+

American Dharma (US, Errol Morris)                                                                                    B+

Ash is Purest White (China/France, Jia Zhangke)                                                                   B

At Eternity’s Gate (US/France, Julian Schnabel)                                                                    B

Everyone Knows (France/Spain/Italy, Asghar Farhadi)                                                          B

Alice T. (Romania/France/Sweden, Radu Muntean)                                                               B

Srbenka (Croatia, Nebojsa Slijepcevic)                                                                                  B

They’ll Love Me When I’m Dead (US, Morgan Neville)                                                        B

Too Late to Die Young (Chile/Brazil/Argentina, Dominga Sotomayor Castillo)                    B-

Dogman (Italy/France, Matteo Garrone)                                                                                B-

The Belly of the Whale (Ireland, Morgan Bushe)                                                                   C+


The other scores are listed here on a Google Spreadsheet

Other participants
Jonathan Dabian, freelance software informer (festival thoughts may be added later)
Ivan Albertson, perennial Film Center volunteer