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Saturday, May 31, 2008

 
Saturday Night At The Movies: Double Feature

A tonic for summer blockbusters: Two films without guns



















By Dennis Hartley

As we gird our loins for Hollywood’s seasonal onslaught of loud, overproduced and generally chuckleheaded summer fare, I thought we would take a moment this week to catch our breath and take a peek at two decidedly offbeat alternatives-one film currently in limited release, and another that I just caught at the Seattle International Film Festival.

First up: a new film from writer-director Harmony Korine called Mister Lonely (currently in select cities, but also available right now via the “IFC in theaters” PPV service). Now, I will be straight with you and admit upfront that Korine, a member of the “love him or hate him” film school, is not one of my favorite directors. If you have followed this weekly post for a while, you know that I have a pretty high tolerance for what a lot of other folks might call “weird” or even “unwatchable” cinema, but I found Korine’s Gummo (1997) and Julien Donkey-Boy (1999) just, well, too weird and (virtually) unwatchable. However, I had heard good buzz about his latest (OK, the fact that I had the option of “ordering in” as opposed to dragging my lazy ass to the theater may have had a hand in my decision). It turns out that Korine can make a “watchable” film-in the form of this tragicomic rumination on alienation, mental illness, and the tendency of humans to kowtow at the alter of both pop culture and, erm, “God” with equal fervor.

Beautifully shot by DP Marcel Zyskind (Code 46, The Road to Guantanamo), the film begins with an elegiac slow-mo sequence reminiscent of the opening credits for Blue Velvet. Choreographed to Bobby Vinton’s plaintive ballad “Mr. Lonely”, a Michael Jackson impersonator (Diego Luna), replete with requisite red jacket, shades and surgical mask, rides a scooter, with a stuffed, winged monkey toy in tow. It’s a remarkable scene that manages to convey both a blissful innocence and an aching sadness at the same time.

The otherwise shy and awkward young man puts out his hat and performs all the requisite flamboyant MJ dance moves in the streets of Paris, where he is largely ignored; he supplements this meager income with help from an “agent” who gets him the odd booking. While performing at a nursing home, he meets a Marilyn Monroe impersonator (Samantha Morton). The two have an immediate attraction to each other, although “Marilyn” is quick to mention her husband, a Charlie Chaplin impersonator (Denis Lavant). She and “Charlie” live on a communal farm in Scotland with their daughter “Shirley Temple” and a few dozen other celebrity impersonators; she talks Michael into joining this odd but welcoming community (the “One of us! One of us!” chant from Freaks did enter my mind more than once.)

At first glance, this extended family of fringe dwellers appears to lead a Utopian existence. They have a barn (and yes, at one point, they do put on a show). They cheerfully tend to the livestock and enjoy warm communal mealtimes together (usually in full costume), but upon closer examination, it seems that there is trouble in paradise. A sadomasochistic undercurrent runs through Marilyn and Charlie’s marriage; at one point, a tearful Marilyn blurts out the film’s best line: “Sometimes, when I look at you, you seem more like Adolph Hitler than Charlie Chaplain.” The “Pope” (James Fox) is an alcoholic. “Abe Lincoln” (Richard Strange) has an impulse to utilize “fuck” in every sentence. The Buckwheat impersonator has an unhealthy obsession with chickens…and so on. Korine throws in a somewhat weaker second narrative concerning a missionary priest/pilot (German director Werner Herzog, who cannot act) and his posse of er, flying nuns (don’t ask) doing relief work in the jungles of Central America. I will say no more.

Luna and Morton both give lovely and touching performances; they are a major reason to see this film. I’m not going to pretend that I completely grasped Korine’s intent; but his film is visually engaging, emotionally resonant, and it did haunt me afterwards. I find it easier to contextualize by pointing to two Nicholas Roeg films that I strongly suspect had a major influence on Korine here: Performance (1970) and Insignificance (1985). In Performance (written and co-directed by Donald Cammel), the narrative plays with the concept of two self-loathing protagonists who swap identities in an attempt to escape themselves; in essence “impersonating” each other. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that Korine has cast two of the principal actors from Performance in his film-James Fox and Anita Pallenberg (who plays the Queen of England impersonator). In Roeg’s Insignificance, screenwriter Terry Johnson fantasizes Marilyn Monroe, Joe DiMaggio, Senator Joe McCarthy and Albert Einstein interacting in a hotel room in the 1950s; the result is a strange but compelling treatise on fame, politics and nuclear paranoia. Korine uses the same device (the unlikely juxtaposition of iconic figures) to expound on his themes as well. Granted, Mister Lonely is not for all tastes, but if you would prefer to not “Mess With the Zohan” this summer, thank you very much, it is one possible alternative.

I am currently immersed in the 2008 Seattle International Film Festival, which kicked off on May 22. Well, as “immersed” as I can be, considering that I have a pesky 9-5 gig, which doesn’t give me the spare time (or energy) that I would need to catch all 400 films between now and June 15 (I’ll have more on this year’s SIFF, beginning next week).

I was going to wait until next week to begin reviewing Festival films, but since it cozies up nicely with this week’s theme, I thought I’d give you a sneak preview of a black comedy out of Canada that I hope will find a U.S. distributor at in the near future. Quebecois writer-director Stephane LeFleur’s Continental: A Film Without Guns breathes new life into the old “network narrative” trick (a device most associated with the work of Robert Altman, but which has been around at least since 1932’s Grand Hotel.)

In fact, LeFleur uses a hotel as the rendezvous point in this story of four lonely and disenfranchised people, whose lives are destined to intersect, directly or tangentially. In the enigmatic opening scene, a middle aged insurance salesman snoozes through his bus stop and wakes up at the end of the line (literally and/or figuratively). He calmly gathers up his briefcase and coat, and after what appears to be a moment of Zen, meditating on the night sounds of the forest, walks straight into the darkness of the trees and disappears.

The remainder of the film delves into the ripple effect that the man’s disappearance has on the lives of four people-his 50-ish wife (Marie-Ginette Guay), a 30-ish life insurance salesman who is hired to replace him (Real Bosse), a 60-ish owner of a second-hand store (Gilbert Sicotte) and a 20-something hotel receptionist (Fanny Mallette). To be sure, the age spread of the characters indicates a convenient symmetry, but LeFleur is examining certain universal truths about the human condition that transcend age and/or gender; namely, the fear of dying, and perhaps most terrifying of all- the fear of dying alone.

That is not to say that this is a Bergman-esque, “excuse me while I go hang myself in the closet” fest. LeFleur injects just enough deadpan humor into his script to diffuse the inherently depressing nature of his themes. All members of the cast give uniformly excellent performances. The almost painterly photography (by DP Sara Mishara) is richly moody and atmospheric, no small feat in a film largely comprised of static interior shots.

LeFleur exhibits a style quite similar to that of fellow Canadian filmmaker Atom Egoyan (The Adjustor, Exotica, The Sweet Hereafter). Like Egoyan, LeFleur is not afraid to hold a shot as long as he needs to, nor is he afraid of silence. Silence can speak volumes, especially in the hands of a skilled director (watch a Kurosawa or Ozu film for a master class). In a movie season of explosions and screeching tires, a little silence can be golden.

All by myself: Henry Jaglom's Someone to Love, Lars and the Real Girl, Marty (1954), Sunday, Naked Into the Wild, Never Cry Wolf, Edward Scissorhands , Happiness,Lost in Translation Brief Encounter, Brewster Mccloud, The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner, Taxi Driver American Beauty , Spirit of the Beehive, I Stand Alone, Following, Ikiru - Criterion Collection Tokyo Story Minnie and Moskowitz, Harold and Maude, Harry and Tonto Cal Me and You and Everyone We Know Persona, Zelig, Images, Mayor of the Sunset Strip, The Conversation, The Lives of Others, The Lonely Guy, Magnolia, In the Realms of the Unreal - The Mystery of Henry Darger, Welcome to L.A., The Station Agent, Fat City Monsieur Hire , Turtle Diary, Why Shoot The Teacher, Middle of the Night

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