Wednesday, July 29, 2015

THE CINEMA OF PAUL VERHOEVEN TOLD THROUGH IMAGES & STILLS: PART ONE (*SPECIAL GUEST BLOGGER JOHN CRIBBS*)




I try to take these elements out of life that I have detested or admired and put them in a movie, be it violence or sex. I think there's no 'why.' It's just the man I am, and it comes from the inside. It's something I just do - Paul Verhoeven 


After a decade of being frustrated by reports of Beast of Bataan, The Winter Queen, The Paperboy, Legend of Conan and Jesus the Man all falling through, patient Paul Verhoeven fans were rewarded last year with the release of Elle, his first French-language film. His dynamic collaboration with Isabelle Huppert (who won awards across the globe for her performance) has signaled a new stage in the director's remarkable career. We've seen Verhoeven play the role of internationally-lauded Dutch wunderkind as well as big budget Hollywood provocateur, and now it seems he's moving into even more prestigious and invigorating territory, even as he's pushing 80.

The miracle of Paul Verhoeven might be that his best movies are meticulously balanced contradictions. He's a moralist and a sensationalist, a humanist and a misanthrope. He presents sex as erotic yet sleazy, violence as deplorable yet thrilling. Many of his films play as both systematic genre fodder and subversive attacks on systematic genre fodder. The 4th Man is one big fat parody of psychological thrillers, yet I dare you to find a smarter or more effective one. It's as easy to enjoy Starship Troopers as a rollicking, straight-forward space adventure as to appreciate its brilliant satire of military jingoism and U.S. foreign policy.

But while scholars struggle to separate the pedestrian from the erudite, the one consistency in his work is Verhoeven's interest in what makes us human. Whether it's what frees his characters from the restrictive society of Turks Fruit and Spetters, the fascist umbrella of Soldier of Orange and Black Book, or the corporate mechanizations of Robocop and Total Recall, Verhoeven's greatest contradiction is his secular portrayal of the human soul, which he sees as spectacularly transcending the mundane even while remaining achingly vulnerable. It's these conflicting representations - the body and the disembodied - that allow for a clearer understanding of the cinema of Verhoeven.

(There's no good place for this to get mentioned, but this article is just as much a tribute to Gerard Soeteman, whose collaboration with Verhoeven marks one of the great longtime director-screenwriter teams in the tradition of Roman Polanski/Gérard Brach and Luis Buñuel/Jean-Claude Carrière, and Ed Neumeier for his amazing work on Robocop and Starship Troopers.)


- John Cribbs, THEPINKSMOKE.COM


THE BODY
Turks Fruit
When you pull off the skin, the whole thing is exposed, as you can see in my films. The scene may be revolting, but what it proves to me is the transitoriness and total worthlessness of the human body: a collection of flesh, bones and muscles. An inferior entity. - Paul Verhoeven 

In Verhoeven's films, the body is a dangerous thing. It's the reason many of his characters are targeted, either for the flesh parades of Keetje Tippel and Showgirls or as commodity for corporations, walking meat to throw in the grinder a'la Starship Troopers or reworked into the cold, efficient tool that is Robocop. For the same reasons, the body is also a weapon. Murphy's mechanical makeover turns him into an immaculate instrument against the same corrupt system that restructured his anatomy; likewise, Rachel Stein's more cosmetic restoration into leggy blonde "Ellis de Vries" in Black Book allows her to strike back against oppressors responsible for wiping out her previous identity. At the end of the day, the body is what Verhoeven's characters are left with; how they use it and how others abuse it is what defines them.



SEXUAL ASSAULT 
This is a touchy subject to bring up, but one that is absolutely vital to understanding Verhoeven's work: his depiction of sexual assault. In the early films especially, his approach seems almost offensively flippant. In Turks Fruit, Erik's way of breaking through the emotional barrier his sadistic mother-in-law has built around Olga is to force himself on his sleeping wife until she responds to him, literally a rape scene you're meant to cheer for (or at least generally approve of). Virginal Keetje Tippel's transition from naïve child to womanhood is marked by her playfully producing shadow puppets on the wall only to be interrupted by the silhouette of an erect penis, and subsequent assault by her amorous boss. Infamously, in Flesh + Blood, chaste princess Agnes allows herself to "get into" her defilement by Steven, effectively seducing him so that he'll protect her from being gang-raped by the rest of his outlaw crew (subsequently she falls in love with him). And in Spetters, violent gang-rape awakens Eef to his tenaciously closeted homosexuality.

It's not hard to see why this "rape as epiphanical healing" angle might be considered offensive: even in the case of Showgirls' most gritty and unsensationalized depiction of sexual assault (the gang rape of Molly), the event arguably leads to a positive outcome, as it abruptly sobers Nomi to the reality of her descent into the cold, conspiratorial world of exploitation.* And in his book Jesus of Nazareth, Verhoeven states he would have opened his intended film about the life of Jesus with Mary being raped by a Roman soldier. Which makes perfect sense: what's a better case of violent sexual assault resulting in something "positive" than a rape leading to the birth of the messiah? Further clouded by the fact that lead males Erik and Steven - and later Nick Curran in Basic Instinct and Sebastian Caine in Hollow Man - are the ones committing the sexual assaults, what exactly are we supposed to think about all this?

Needless to say, Verhoeven is staunchly anti-rape. But he also accepts sexual assault as an ugly reality, one even more common in the historical eras represented in Keetje Tippel, Flesh + Blood and, yes, the time of Christ. To obscure this fact would be dishonest, the kind of censorship utilized by the government of Starship Troopers when the smart bug is "raped" by the giant phallic prod at the end of that film, to hide who the real invaders are. In Verhoeven's films the body is constantly under attack, and rape being the most literal form of bodily assault is represented in all its ugliness. Again, it's the reaction of the individual and how they move on from the assault that determines their character.

These issues got a full-length study in Elle, a film that opens with a brutal rape which remains the central focus of every scene involving lead character Michèle Leblanc (in other words, every scene of the film). The wordless assault is the first thing Verhoeven tells us about Michèle, but throughout the film he and Huppert reveal why she reacted the way she did and how she regains the control that's been taken from her. Unapologetic in its button-pushing frankness, Elle confirms that he's still interested in exploring these complicated ideas late in his career.
Actor William Shockley, who plays the creep who gets shot in the junk by Robocop during an attempted gang rape, also plays Andrew Carver, the sleazeball celeb who gets the shit kicked out of him by Nomi after initiating the gang rape in Showgirls, making Verhoeven the only director I can think of to have a "go-to rapist" for his films.

Turks Fruit


Robocop

Flesh + Blood

Basic Instinct 
Spetters

Soldier Of Orange

Showgirls

Elle
Hollow Man
Hollow Man
Keetje Tippel
Starship Troopers




EMASCULATION
Part of what compels Verhoeven males to sexual assault is the threat of emasculation or castration: the older, damaged Nick Curran feels dominated by virile young Catherine Tramell, so he engages ex-girlfriend Beth in rough sex, just to give one example.** Often the threat is merely imagined, like the paranoid Gerard in The 4th Man, but it becomes very real in the case of Rien in Spetters, paralyzed from the waist down and unable to perform. One Verhoeven visual that always sticks out for me occurs during a New Year's party in the middle of the "Robocop coming into consciousness" POV montage: a no-doubt inebriated female scientist leans down and gives an immobile Murphy a sloppy kiss, smearing lipstick across his field of vision. Forced to endure this, Murphy has become an embodiment of this anxiety, the loss of masculinity. The anxiety isn't always insubstantial: a weapon-of-choice for strong females in Verhoeven's films is an intimidating phallic blade, good for turning the tables on unsuspecting creeps and brainwashed secret agent "husbands."


** I'd submit that the male characters also feel emasculated by Verhoeven's undermining of his own adreniline-infused action scenes, but that's a more complicated topic we won't go into here.


Robocop
Wat Zien Ik
The Fourth Man
The Hitchhiker: The Last Scene
Showgirls
Elle
Total Recall
Basic Instinct
Turks Fruit
Spetters
Robocop
Elle




FEMALE BODY 
If anybody knows Paul Verhoeven for anything, it's the "flash" from Basic Instinct. There have been more iconic film images over the years, but very few have managed to impress themselves upon the minds of filmgoers with quite the blunt efficiency as when Catherine Tramell parts her legs for a split second and decimates every fragment of macho posturing in that testosterone-heavy interrogation room. Gratuitous? Perhaps. Dominating? Absolutely. Verhoeven has great respect for the power of the female body and its potential proficiency: his last film Black Book is all about a woman strong enough to turn her perceived vulnerability into strength, and characters in every film from Wat zien ik to Showgirls use their natural assets to turn towering he-men into trembling puddles of insecurity. I don't think there's much need to defend the tastefulness of nudity in the director's films, since almost all shimmers of skin are in service of the person showing it.
Basic Instinct 
Black Book
Flesh + Blood
Showgirls
Total Recall


PUBLIC HUMILIATION
Since Verhoeven's characters use their sexuality against society, society strikes back with humiliations that are largely sexual in nature. The subjects are often stripped of their clothing (Starship Troopers, Black Book) or forced to endure some other form of sexual defamation, like Erik being forced to watch his wife seduced by another man in front of everyone they know in Turks Fruit. Usually it's carried out by those closest to the hero: the police turning on Robocop, Ellis' own countrymen disgracing her in Black Book - no collective can be trusted. Again it's all about characters inverting the assault to eventually turn bodily abuse into personal strength: Nomi Malone is shamed on stage by being instructed to apply ice to her nipples during her audition in Showgirls, only to later apply lipstick to them when she's dressed up for her seduction-revenge. Public humiliation is sexual assault perpetrated by the majority to crush the individual, and like the rape victim it's up to the individual to not let it break them.
Turks Fruit

Keetje Tippel

Robocop
Spetters

Black Book

Soldier Of Orange
Starship Troopers
Showgirls

Elle




STIGMATA
Of course, the commonly-accepted escape from a broken body is via a transcending spirit. But Verhoeven doesn't buy into salvation; in his mind it's a fantasy that undermines the ordeal of very real suffering. Verhoeven's interest in religion (which I'll get to in Part II) is specific to the passion of Christ and his suffering on the cross. Hence, lots of hand wounds. In Robocop, not only is Christ-figure Murphy's right hand very methodically targeted and blown to smithereens during his "crucifixion" - later, when his fellow cops turn against their savior, there's a very specific close-up of his new android hand being shot as well. Others inflicted by similar wounds are typically supporting, almost peripheral characters (Keetje's co-worker at the dye-works factory, Steven in Flesh + Blood, Pvt. Ace Levy) who seem like flawed individuals at first but endear themselves to the audience via humility reached through noble suffering.
The Fourth Man

Keetje Tippel

Flesh + Blood
Starship Troopers

Robocop
Robocop
Elle
Basic Instinct 




BROKEN BODY
Similar to fear of emasculation, loss of control is akin to death. Very few of Verhoeven's characters recover from it, particularly Rien in Spetters, whose future as a champion motorbike racer is instantly dashed by an accident that leaves him paralyzed from the waist down; finding no salvation through spiritual healing, he's trapped inside his physical prison. Just as quickly as Rien was rising in his community, he's cast aside. The fact that OCP can turn Robocop off, literally freezing his body, is demonstrative of Verhoeven's theme of the individual stifling under an oppressive controlling order.
Flesh + Blood
Robocop
Speeters
Turks Fruit
Hollow Man
Total Recall


HEADSHOTS
Since Verhoeven's violent deaths are often squib-happy affairs with chests exploding in a barrage of gunfire, a bullet to the head is a rare and interesting thing. Sometimes the murder turns out to only exist inside the shooter's head, like the fantasy killing that opens Turks Fruit and the three significant deaths via headshot in Total Recall, a film about "opening your mind," which may or may not actually be happening (and more like than not isn't). The headshot demises of Nilsen in Basic Instinct and Smaal in Black Book are treated as mysteries where the audience doesn't see the face of the killer (in the case of Nilsen I'm not sure it's ever 100% determined exactly who shot him), suggesting the destruction of a person's mind to be the most cowardly of all violent acts.
Basic Instinct 
Black Book

Starship Troopers
Turks Delight
Total Recall




WAVE OF MUTILATION
Anyone who's seen Starship Troopers knows that those who die instantly of headshots in a Verhoeven movie are the lucky ones. He likes to take most of his poor characters apart a piece at a time, often anonymously in his war movies (Soldier of Orange, Flesh + Blood, Starship Troopers) to show that, in order for the larger body of the government to succeed, the smaller parts of the soldier's body is scattered amid the scorched earth. The vulnerability of the flesh is never more evident than when it so easily, and miserably, falls to pieces.
Soldier Of Orange

Flesh + Blood
Robocop

Total Recall
Starship Troopers
Starship Troopers
The Fourth Man




GORE

If somebody falls, it’s not just 'bang' and he's dead. I always thought it was so bad to die, and it's part of my, let's say, criticism of this universe, that it is so extremely violent. To a large degree, it is me roaring against creation. - Paul Verhoeven 

When he made his splash in Hollywood, Verhoeven became the latest action director to have his work fall under scrutiny for its excessive and graphic violence (his case certainly wasn't helped by the director joining forces with Caroloco in the 90's). While the action of Robocop and Total Recall is expertly crafted to be as thrilling as possible, the over-the-top blood and guts draws a visual connection to moments in his earlier work: Keetje Tiippel selling her body for the first time while her pimp-mom watches a butcher carve up a slab of beef. The three stripped pig bodies that represent the hapless pigs-to-the-slaughter husbands in The 4th Man. Whether the body is destined to be sold on the street, mauled by a lion or blown away by ED-209, in the Verhoeven world it's treated like cheap meat, stripped of the soul that Verhoeven seeks in all his films.
Keetje Tippel

The Fourth Man

Flesh + Blood

Robocop

Total Recall
Soldier Of Orange

Black Book
Basic Instinct 

Starship Troopers
Hollow Man
Elle



ROAD ACCIDENTS 
When Verhoeven characters place their fragile bodies in or on moving metal, only bad things can occur (unless of course the one driving is already made of metal, hence the many serene Monte Hellman-helmed second unit shots of Robocop cruising the Dallas - sorry, Detroit - highway at dusk). What's weird is that a grisly scene involving a vat of toxic waste during the climactic gunfight in Robocop refutes Spetters' suggestion that being paralyzed from the waist down is the worst possible result of a vehicular collision.
Turks Fruit
Spetters

The Fourth Man
Robocop
Elle
Basic Instinct

Total Recall
The Hitchhiker: "Last Scene"




 SKELETONS 
Sometimes, Verhoeven likes to literally pull off the skin to remove the flesh + blood and see what's underneath, and to reveal one of the concepts that interest him the most: the body without a soul. This fascination is obviously what interested him in directing Hollow Man, although it couldn't really sustain a full film - the concept was always more interesting when examined briefly within the movie.
Hollow Man
Keetje Tippel
Total Recall
Turks Fruit



FOOD 

Filming is a basic necessity of life. Something like eating. - Paul Verhoeven 

Food is the stuff of life, what keeps us going, and what we put in our bodies is of particular interest to Verhoeven in his study of what makes us human. Any given sustenance can be condemning, as the plague-ridden water that poisons the outlaw gang in Flesh + Blood. It can also be literally life-saving, like the chocolate Ellis scarfs down to counteract an insulin overdose in Black Book (a moment that recalls condemned cancer patient Olga gorging on Turkish delight) and Hauser hiding a tracer in some chocolate and feeding it to a rat to shake off his deadly pursuers in Total Recall. And speaking of sweets, stuffing fancy chocolate in her mouth marks Keetje's transition into high society, just as horse eyes and dog food-synthesized croquettes stand for the figurative scraps thrown to the lower middle class outsiders of Turks Fruit and Spetters, respectively (of course, dog food can also make certain champagne-swilling showgirls nostalgic for their more honest pre-glam roots).
Black Book
Wat Zien Ik
Total Recall

Keetje Tippel

Turks Fruit

Spetters

Showgirls

Robocop

Flesh + Blood
Turks Fruit
Starship Troopers
Elle




HOMOSEXUALITY
Another area that polarizes Verhoeven's audience is his depiction of gay and bisexual characters: is it sensitive or sensationalized? It's certainly a heterosexual view of homosexuality - fascinating, exotic, even perceived as predatory - and the gay rights activists who famously picketed the production and screenings of Basic Instinct may have had a slightly more justified response than those who objected to William Friedkin's Cruising (although to be fair, it was written by Joe Eszterhas). Which isn't to suggest Verhoeven is insensitive or intolerant towards gays: his recurring image of same-sex couples on the dance floor is always intensely erotic, and as bizarrely as Spetters refers to homosexuality, it's unflinching in its depiction of gay trysts.
Basic Instinct
Flesh + Blood
The Fourth Man
Showgirls
Soldier Of Orange
Spetters
Elle




GENDER NEUTRALITY
Despite the director's heterosexual viewpoint and the very clear line in the sand he draws between aggressive females and frustrated males, there's a hint of equality suggested by his females with male characteristics (androgynous Christine in 4th Man, butch Lewis in Robocop) and males with female characteristics (the crossdresser of Wat Zien Ik, Quaid's disguise in Total Recall). On the other hand, the unisex locker room of Robocop and unisex shower of Starship Troopers are two examples of one of Verhoeven's ultimate concerns: such sexless interaction is considered natural in a reality where human bodies are mere commodities rather than living, lusting husks of human energy.
Wat Zien Ik
Turks Fruit

The Fourth Man
Robocop
Robocop
Starship Troopers
Total Recall

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

PHOENIX EDITORIAL (CUTPRINTFILM.COM)

Here are my thoughts on Chris Petzold's latest film Phoenix for Cutprintfilm.com

Enjoy...


Friday, July 24, 2015

NETFLIX PICS...

Here are my five favorite films streaming on Netflix for the month of July. Check out the write-up over at CutPrintFilm.com, watch the films on Netflix, then head on over back to PINNLAND EMPIRE to read their individual reviews (click the image below)


Wednesday, July 15, 2015

FANTASIES END: AN EXAMINATION OF JAMES B. HARRIS' SOME CALL IT LOVING (*SPECIAL GUEST BLOGGER NATHANIEL DRAKE CARLSON*)



Though based on a John Collier short story called "Sleeping Beauty", James B. Harris' film diverges significantly from its source material. This is fine by me as I'm not a big fan of Collier (his stuff tends to read too much like New Yorker fiction--which I think it was) and Sleeping Beauty in particular is a pretty glib, cynical little tale. In it, a wealthy man discovers the titular character at a carnival and procures her for a small fortune. I won't say "buys her" as we're meant to see his action as a kind of enforced liberation, or at least an act of perceived benevolence that only vaguely suggests his less noble motives. Ironically, it only changes her circumstances. When the girl finally awakens, her crass personality clashes overtly with her superficial beauty. Collier's point is made very quickly and there's little else going on. The ending (which is the same as in the film version) has little impact other than the invocation of bemused sarcasm.

Harris' film, by contrast, is gloriously rich and bizarre and deserves to be far better known. There's a multitude of things going on here, not the least of which is that the man (played by a fantastic and fascinating Zalman King) is not wealthy though he lives in splendor. He shares a mansion with two women, and one of these women appears to be the source of the material wealth. This implies that the male character is "kept" to start with, though he seems to have free access to anything he wants within reason. With almost no establishing exposition we are introduced to the hermetic lifestyle of these three characters, which is entirely devoted to living out fantasy role playing situations.

At first I thought King's central performance was listless and uninspired but it quickly became evident that this was precisely the way to play a man worn down by an excess of sensual abandon. And the approach he takes allows the moments when he is affected deeply to really resonate. There are some quietly devastating scenes in here of great emotional honesty. Of course mention must be made of Richard Pryor as well, who plays King's best friend, a strung out graffiti artist. This performance is wildly inchoate and almost impossible to describe adequately. I think the reason for this is similar to the reasoning behind King's opaque turn. These are simply not performances which emanate from any fixed psychological point. Part of that may be Harris' clear disinterest in psychological portraits as he seems to be after something else entirely.


In the Collier story, the male character becomes disillusioned because the girl does not conform to his idea of what she should be. The same is true here except that this girl is actually sweet and kind and the disillusionment is consequently of a different sort. Once awakened, she happily embraces the role playing within the house, even while King's character is wearying of it. He sees her potential for openness and authenticity and grows frustrated that she willingly submits to an abstract notion of freedom which effectively restricts those qualities. We, too, get lost in the fantasies, all of which are designed to give a heightened reality to the immediate moment but ultimately overwhelm, confusing our orientation and eliminating all possible emotional investment that could exist beyond the immediate. There is rarely a comfortable sense of being outside the fantasies, which once again makes those few moments when we seem to be deeply poignant and troubling. It's the relinquishment of any possible conventionally realized emotional development. Everything is surrendered to the presumed liberation of an all encompassing imagined reality; and this reality mainly serves to rigorously protect from any vulnerability. Hope for the possibility of meaningful human contact is constantly offered, withheld, finally dissipates. The complete immersion into this world does not dismantle human feeling but rather forces it to be expressed in a more narrow sense, through the stricture of unstated stipulations. The eventual ending becomes tragic, though it's not overstated, for exactly this reason.

Some Call It Loving also lends insight to King's own oft misperceived later career on the other side of the camera. In fact, I would go so far as to say it's key to an understanding of that career. Rather than being a simple series of soft core fantasias, it can be argued that his films are criminally misread--that they actually begin with a presumptive thematic given several steps past the conclusion of this earlier piece. In short, King's films are unapologetic melodramas which take for granted that fantasy and the re-imagining of self are deeply attractive prospects that offer their own potential for access to truth. This in no way should diminish our sincere empathy; the affect of his characters could not possibly be more pure or their investment in an imagined reality of expansive potentiality more complete. It's King's misfortune that what he is doing is unfashionable in a cynical, albeit "sophisticated" time.

This film foreshadows a number of others: one is Egoyan's Adjuster, which also includes a slowly unraveling couple completely devoted to rigorous role playing and unable to escape it; another is Lynch's Lost Highway, in which the main character is a jazz musician (as is the main character in SCIL) and the plot revolves around the fact that this character is profoundly frustrated by his ultimate inability to control the female figures in his life--oh, and it also includes Richard Pryor giving a similar type of performance. I thought briefly of Boxing Helena when I watched this as well but Some Call It Loving is infinitely superior as it understands what is presupposed by longing and the uncluttered sensibility that can be lost to imagination and particular forms of narrowly conceived idealism.

The tragedy in all these pictures is the ultimate inability to conceive of or accept any life outside the parameters of one rigorously imagined and absolutely controlled.


The new Etiquette Pictures Blu-ray from Vinegar Syndrome provides an exquisite formal presentation of the film and a selection of excellent extras. The film's unique and distinctive look is enhanced here through attention to detail. The disc provides the best presentation possible of elements that seem particularly endemic to their time, such as the soft lighting and Richard Hazzard's sensitive and subtly moving score. Extras include a commentary with direcor James B. Harris as well as a couple of short reflections from both director Harris and cinematographer Mario Tosi. Also included among the extras is a collection of outtakes which are instructive to see as they are suggestive of the winnowing down process Harris went through to find his thematic focus. For a very long time this film was only available on hard-to-find and inferior quality VHS tapes. To have such a superb and carefully restored edition of the film released after so many years of neglect is a rare and very special occasion indeed.

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

MONEY & VIOLENCE: SEASON ONE


Every once in a while I veer off in to TV-land when something really intrigues me (and in the case of Money & Violence I'm intrigued, conflicted, entertained, & a little embarrassed all at once). While Money & Violence is a lengthy episodic web series, there are some cinematic qualities about it that range from Michael Mann's Heat to Ernest Dickerson's Juice. I totally judged this show before I actually saw it. I admit that. Anyone who knows me well knows that I can be quite critical of modern media & entertainment that concerns black people because I usually don't like the way we're portrayed in a lot of things. I know that may sound a little insecure to some of you but as long as there's shit out there that "makes black people look bad" in the world of entertainment (world star hip-hop videos, urban music on the radio, The Butler, certain aspects of Empire, the cinema of Tyler Perry, etc) I'm going to judge, turn my nose up, or hold black people to a higher standard when it comes to film, television & music.

Knowing that, I'm sure you can imagine a web series about a group of (black) criminals who rob other (black) criminals (which is what Money & Violence is about on the most basic level) would make a guy like me shake my head in disappointment. Well...it did. ...At first. Before watching any episodes I went off of word of mouth and assumed Money & Violence was another ratchet web series in the vein of a world star hip-hop viral video (and is it me, or are there a lot of really bad "urban" web shows popping up out of nowhere these days?)
I was even more turned off when I discovered that outlets like Fader magazine & Vice gave the show validation. That's an immediate red flag for me. I think we all know those (mostly white) publications have an offensively fetishized fascination with negative & stereotypical things concerning black people.
But if there's one thing we (black people) shouldn't do is judge something we know nothing about. People have been doing that to us since day one. And who am I to judge a show I've never seen?


It wasn’t until I saw that like-minded socially conscious people (both folks I know personally and folks I admire on social media) gave validation to Money & Violence that I decided to give it a chance (once I saw Killer Mike tweet about how much he loved the show I decided to give it a shot). Validation is important sometimes and this is one of those instances where I needed something to get me to watch what I initially thought was going to be stupid.
I understand why certain people would be extra critical of a show like this, but what makes the violence & criminal activity in Money & Violence any different from Ocean's 11 or Heat? Do you have to look like George Clooney or Robert Deniro in order to be a redeemable criminal? Plus, what sets Money & Violence apart from something like Ocean's 11 is that, believe it or not, M&V doesn’t glorify criminal activity in any way while Danny Ocean and his crew are looked at as cool. After watching Ocean's 11 I jokingly think about if my friends & I could pull off a successful casino heist. At the end of every episode of M&V I thank god I'm not in a position where I have to lead a life of crime. Personally, I think the show should have a different name. It's tough to believe something called Money & Violence doesn’t glorify criminal activity but it honestly doesn’t. If anything, it's a window in to why crime does not always pay. Money & Violence has a lot of prejudgment working against it. Part of this feels like that tired old argument concerning rap music during the late 80's/early 90's. The minute old people or baby boomers heard the words "bitch" or "gun" in a rap song, they automatically assumed every rapper glorified killing & the objectification of women (I always found it amazing when folks who barely listen to rap music suddenly become rap lyric scholars).

I'm also a fan of (some) independent filmmaking and it doesn't get more independent (and grass roots) than this. The creators of M&V didn't just pick up a camera one day and sloppily throw something together. They taught themselves how to become filmmakers through YouTube tutorials, books and trial & error. We love to romanticize self-taught filmmakers so if we're going to praise early John Waters, Miranda July & El Mariachi-era Robert Rodriguez, we have to give props to the creators of Money & Violence too. The entire series utilized only one camera; there was no budget; everything was shot on location in various neighborhoods in Brooklyn, and the entire cast is made up of (OBVIOUS) non-professional actors. Actually lets just get that aspect of Money & Violence out of the way now...
The acting does leave a lot to be desired (although as the series progresses we do see a lot of the "actors" become more comfortable in front of the camera). With the exception of star/show creator "Moe" and three other supporting cast members, the performances are either stiff & awkward or just overacted.
The acting certainly shouldn’t be overlooked or given a pass simply because the filmmakers were ambitious and pulled off an entire web series with no money (I'm not one of those guys who gives low budget indie films & TV shows a total pass simply because there were limited resources involved. If something is bad I'll call it bad no matter how much heart was put in to a project). But the story structure within M&V is crafted really well. The show has been drawing comparison to The Wire and I think that's fair. Both shows are made up of large interchangeable ensemble casts & inter-weaved storylines that veer off in to intriguing subplots. Say what you want about The Wire (personally I find it a little boring & overrated), but it is crafted quite well. To produce a project on your first try that draws some (worthy) comparison to a show like The Wire is pretty commendable (and not that M&V holds a candle to something like Heat, but there are some legitimate parallels between the show's main character “Rafe” and Deniro's “Neil McCauley”).


Money & Violence centers around "Rafe" and his crew of thieves made up of "Miz", "Shane" & "Kane". They steal from local criminals, gangsters, & drug dealers (always by force) and occasionally get in over their heads (especially in the last half the series). Although this show does sometimes come off like a "how to" on committing crimes (there's a segment in the first half of the series that makes knocking off a bodega seem surprisingly doable), it also preaches the gospel that not everyone is built for a life of crime. The series also touches on the importance of fatherhood.
I found Money & Violence to be incredibly addictive. I approached this show with a wicked side-eye and next thing I knew, I had watched the entire series in the span of one weekend (with the exception of the season finale which came out a few months later). Yes I'm a big fat hypocrite. But that's a testament to how intriguing the show is. It can turn a guy like me in to a semi-believer (I still have yet to see Rafe and his crew take any of the money they steal and put it back in to their community. Maybe we'll see some of that in season two).
Haitian Pride is another major component to this show. Half of the characters are either Haitian-American or Haitian (or some type of Caribbean decent). While I don’t necessarily like seeing Haiti associated with the crime we see on Money & Violence, there’s still a strong sense of Haitian pride that flows throughout the show and you don't see that too much these days (some of the dialogue is spoken in French & Creole).
The respectful portrayal of women (women of color specifically) is an incredibly overlooked quality also. Given this show’s demographic & fanbase, an ignorant/judgy person would easily assume that black women would be shown as “ratchet” or stereotypical in some form. Sure there are some female characters that are truly unlikable and do carry some stereotypical traits (like Kane's ex) but those women do exist at the end of the day and it's important to show both sides of the coin.
It's also good to see a different side of Brooklyn in modern film & television (specifically the Caribbean culture). It's strange - not only has Brooklyn become gentrified in real life, but it's become gentrified within television & film too. Outside of Shaka King's Newlyweeds or Spike Lee's Redhook Summer, most recent Brooklyn-based movies/shows/serials don't really show that many people of color. If there's one thing Brooklyn has it's Black people (along with almost every other race, ethnicity & culture).

If you're willing to keep an open mind (and have an affinity for "urban dramas") this is a compelling series that branches off to various characters and interesting subplots. I'm still incredibly conflicted with this series. I almost don't want to blog about it because there's certain friends & acquaintances that I would never want to recommend this too that may be reading this right now (and I hope you all know who you are). Would I have liked to see the energy & ambition that went in to this web series go in to something else (possibly something a little more positive perhaps)? Sure. But there are some legitimately solid qualities about Money & Violence that shouldn't be written off. 


Wednesday, July 1, 2015

MID-SEASON REVIEW...


Most of what you're about to read is a collection of slightly tweaked excerpts from longer reviews that you can read on this site (with the exception of Mad Max: Fury Road & It Follows). While I've seen a lot of movies this year, these are the movies that have stuck out the most to me. If something isnt on the list it's probably because I was underwhelmed by it (The Wanted 18), still dont know what to make of it (Lost River & Love & Mercy), havent seen it yet (The Wolfpack), or thought it was just "ok"/solid/pretty good and not much more (Avengers Age Of Ultron, White God & Ex Machina).

Enjoy...


PERSONAL FAVORITES SO FAR...
(in no particular order)

PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST
This is everything I’ve been looking for in a movie. It’s beautiful, perverse, flawed, boring, alienating, dryly comical, up its own ass, and thought provoking all at once. It's an ode to modern French cinema in the same way that Olivier Assayas’ Irma Vep was (it's also an off-shoot/sequel of the next film on the list). Not only does Portrait Of The Artist feature Irma Vep co-star Alex Descas, but it’s also about the filmmaking process in the same way Assayas’ film was. For quite some time I’ve been looking for an engaging movie with minimal dialogue and Portrait Of The Artist definitely answered my prayers. I mean think about it – this is a movie about the appreciation of art. Why should there be a whole lot of talking in a movie about the appreciation of art? It certainly needs to be discussed & talk about, but sometimes you just need to be quiet in order to appreciate art.
Portrait Of The Artist adds a nice subconscious layer of filmmaking in that even though Bertrand Bonello did not direct this (it was directed by Antoine Barraud) it still feels like one of his films in the same way that the John Cassavetes-starring Mikey & Nick feels like a Cassavetes film even though he didn’t direct it. In Portrait, Bertrand Bonello pretty much plays himself – an art house director named "Bertrand". He’s currently in the pre-production process of his latest film, centered around monsters & classic art, and is having a difficult & strange time both in his personal life and his work life. He’s struggling to find motivation; one of his pre-production assistants (played by Jeanne Balibar) is kind of crazy and she's making the pre-production process more difficult than it needs to be, and he has a growing rash on his back.
Besides the fact that Bonello & co-stars Alex Descas, Pascal Gregory & Isild Le Besco all play slightly fictional versions themselves, the (fictitious) films & perversions within Portrait Of The Artist are a direct reflection of Bonello’s own real work (imagine a French arthouse version of Tristram Shandy, The Trip or The Player). The (fictitious) film Bonello is working on deals with transformation in the same way his (actual) film Tiresia does (the story of a transgendered woman making the reluctant transition back to a man). The sexual escapades in Portrait are reminiscent of certain moments in Bonello’s House Of Tolerance and The Pornographer.



THE CLOUDS OF SILS MARIA
Style-wise, Clouds Of Sils Maria feels like an extension of the obvious Irma Vep, but it also feels like Assayas combined the ambiance from his chaotic films (Demonlover, Boarding Gate & Carlos) with his more subtle/toned-down work (Summer Hours, Late August Early September & Something In The Air). He also incorporates some interesting editing techniques that I've never seen him use before. Some of the transitions between scenes slowly blend in to one another like in Kubrick's The Shining or Todd Haynes' Safe. Then other moments end abruptly out of nowhere almost in mid-conversation. And like the second half of Demonlover & Irma Vep, there are elements within Clouds Of Sils Maria that make absolutely no sense but for some reason we kind of accept it (like the sudden disappearance of one of the main billed characters 3/4 in to the movie).
The theme of "the aging actress" seen in Clouds Of Sils Maria also serves as a nice companion to Patricia Arquette's journey that many of us followed last year with Boyhood.

Little bits of reality seeping in to fiction seems to be the theme in 2015 so far. This is obviously something a few filmmakers touched on last year with Birdman, Top 5 & Chef, but it's even more prominent this year. Besides Clouds Of Sils Maria & Portrait Of The Artist, I felt that Gerard Depardieu put real pieces of himself in to the character he played in Welcome To New York. And personally, I thought Viggo Mortensen's role in Jauja was an existential look at aging as well as a callback to all the physically demanding roles that brought him to prominence in the last 14 years or so (A History Of Violence, The Road, Hidalgo, Eastern Promises, LOTR). As an actor in his mid/late 50's, I'm not sure how many naturally physically demanding roles he has left in him without the help of CGI, lots of editing (like in the case of The Expendables) or extensive stunt double work (not to say those things haven't already been incorporated in some of Viggo's performances, but everything he does physically in front of the camera feels like it's all him).


speaking of Viggo...


JAUJA
No other film has lingered in my mind this year as much as Jauja (it has the tone & pacing of a four hour long movie when in fact it’s under two hours). You’d think when a filmmaker only has 110 minutes to spare they wouldn’t waste the audiences time with long unbroken shots of horses drinking water or characters just sitting around but Lisandro Alonso doesn’t seem to care. Personally, I find that commendable. For quite some time I’ve been advocating for more movies, both mainstream & “art-house”, to have less talking and Jauja definitely answered that personal request. At its core, this is a meditative film (with hints of issues like colonialism & the ownership of land) that borders on a feature length experiment. Not only does Alonso test our patience with the pacing, but the cast of actors is a mixture of professional & non-professional (that’s always a crap shoot). The script was also co-written by a poet (Fabian Casas) rather than a traditional screenwriter.
This film is also impressive because of Lisandro’s age. While he certainly isn’t young (39), Jauja at times feels like the final film of an 80-something year old filmmaker going through a personal existential crisis. Lisandro Alonso has a bit of an old soul and it shows here.


MAD MAX: FURY ROAD
Mad Max: Fury Road is most definitely this year's Boyhood in that it's universally loved by just about everyone (with a few exceptions here & there). I admit that prior to seeing this I really didn't understand the hype surrounding this (I'm not a Mad Max superfan and the cast was made up of actors that I have no emotional attachment to). But after watching this I get it (this is also the first 3D movie that didnt totally annoy me from start to finish). There's really no need for me to get too in depth about this one (there's a ton of excellent reviews already floating around for you to read). I will say that if you don't see this movie you are truly missing out. No silly dialogue, no Christopher Nolan-esque convolutedness and minimal CGI. It's just a straight up action film. I advise everyone to stay from the reviews & essays regarding this film that are centered around gender or race because they're silly. This is an action film made simply for the purpose of entertainment and it absolutely delivers.


WELCOME TO NEW YORK
While Pasolini still has yet to find a distributor (which is fine with me because it was kind of dissapointing), Abel Ferrara managed to make his mark in 2015 with Welcome To New York - a loose retelling of the Dominique Strauss-Kahn sexual assault case. Normally I’d roll my eyes at someone making a film about this as it would come off as either pandering or opportunistic (there was a lackluster episode of Law & Order: SVU that was loosely based on the Kahn/Diallo case) but Abel Ferrara is someone who knows about scummy people. I’m willing to hear what he has to say about this. From Harvey Keitel in Bad Lieutenant to Chris Penn in The Funeral, Ferrara has crafted some majorly dysfunctional/fucked-up characters. Dominique fits in seamlessly within the cinema of Abel Ferrara (actually, Kahn regularly engaged in sex parties & orgies which is something that happens regularly in the films of Abel Ferrara).
The Dominique Strauss-Kahn case was also very much a New York City story and Abel Ferrara is an unofficial representative/voice of NYC (almost 75% of his films are set in the big apple).
If anything, Welcome To New York serves as two giant middle fingers, courtesy of the people of New York City, to the privileged/entitled Kahn who got away Scott-free. And given Gerard Depardieu’s current personal beef with his homeland of France, I imagine it didn’t take much convincing for him to take part in a film like this.



HONORABLE MENTION OR: THESE MOVIES DESERVE MORE CREDIT...

BLACKHAT
Blackhat is Miami Vice all over again. For some reason people failed to catch that Vice was an adaptation of the television show of the same name and wanted some gritty cop drama. It’s Miami Vice. What the fuck were people expecting? You knew what you signed up for when you bought the ticket to see it. Even if you haven’t seen the original show/source material, you still knew the vibe of Miami Vice (and you know what? Miami is a fairly cheesy place. It’s a fun place that I love to visit, but there’s a layer of cheese over that city that Mann captured in my opinion). Are people so full of themselves that they can’t allow a film to be cool and, dare I say, a little bit cheesy every once in a while? I know Blackhat isn’t a masterpiece. It’s not without criticism. The basic plot alone (the good guys use a likable bad guy to capture an even worse bad guy) has been done a million times. Chris Hemsworth's accent/demeanor seems a little forced at times (as do certain lines of dialogue) and it’s never quite spelled out how an MIT-trained computer wizard knows how to defend himself/beat people up so well (I guess all his time in prison surrounded by hardened criminals toughened him up?). The romantic relationship between our love interests did kind of come out of nowhere, and from the outside looking in I can see how people had issues with the editing and jumpiness of the film (I personally didn’t mind it at all, but I can see how that could be off-putting to some). But Blackhat still falls perfectly in line with Mann’s post-Heat universe and continues to push that cool/sleek yet jazzy/chaotic style of his. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – for a studio filmmaker Michael Mann is a breath of fresh air.


DA SWEET BLOOD OF JESUS
Like BlackhatDa Sweet Blood Of Jesus is not as bad as critics made it out to be. In fact it was quite good. Sure, some of the acting is a little strange (the delivery of some actors straddles the line between flat & overly theatrical); some moments in the film are random for the sake of being random; the two protagonists fall in love with each other unbelievably fast, and maybe this is just me being nitpicky, but I found the lighting in certain scenes to be a little too dark (perhaps that’s part of the problem that comes along with digital filmmaking these days?). However Da Sweet Blood Of Jesus is still ambitious and that counts for a lot. Sorry, but these days if I have the choice between something “safe”/non-threatening versus something problematic yet ambitious – I’m going to go with the latter. Much like how A Most Violent Year is a non-gangster GANGSTER film, Da Sweet Blood Of Jesus is a non-vampire VAMPIRE film. 
Unfortunately, whether Spike Lee fans realize this or not, he’s held to a strange (unfair?) high standard where people are still expecting him to make another Do The Right Thing or Malcolm X (I guess that’s what happens when you’re one of the very few talented black filmmakers working in the mainstream). Some of you may disagree with that statement but that’s the way I see it. Perhaps some folks forgot Lee’s indie/D.I.Y. roots (Joe’s Bedstuy Barbershop & She’s Gotta Have It). From the subjects & characters in Shirley Clarke’s films to the work of Melvin Van Peeples, the origins of black people in independent film has always been a little against the grain, “left field” & grass roots-based. Da Sweet Blood Of Jesus is no exception. A few months back I found myself getting incredibly frustrated at people (specifically so-called Spike Lee fans) dismissing Da Sweet Blood Of Jesus upon seeing the trailer (which is strange because I normally get annoyed when diehard Spike Lee fans blindly support even his bad movies).
Plus, not every Lee film is going to be a game-changer. I think some people have a hard time accepting that. If you aren’t expecting a 40 acres & a mule classic and just looking for an interesting film to kick back with, Da Sweet Blood Of Jesus is certainly worth your time (although I don’t think it needed to be 130 minutes long).



SPECIAL JURY PRIZE OR: MOVIES MADE BY PEOPLE I KNOW...

S.P.I.T.
If you're a regular at PINNLAND EMPIRE then you know I've been promoting this before it even went in to pre-production (I even managed to help raise a little bit of money for the kickstarter campaign). Putting aside the fact that this was made by my good friend & music collaborator, I relate to this film more than the average viewer. Like the protagonist in S.P.I.T., I too went from (happily) performing & creating music (as a DJ, not a rapper) to sitting in an office cubicle looking at a computer screen for hours on end. The story of the struggling [HIP-HOP] artist isn't often shown on film so right out of the gate Mtume Gant has already touched on somewhat original subject in his first directorial effort. I guess I'm about as emotionally attached to this film as someone on the outside can be.


MULIGNANS
This is a somewhat dark & strange comical take on gentrification & race in Brooklyn (the issues in this short film apply to plenty of other places outside of Brooklyn as well). Imagine shades of a young Robert Townsend mixed with the humor from an adult swim segment told from the perspective of a fresh new voice (Newlyweed's Shaka King). Check out this short in it's entirety below...




OVERRATED/BAD:

IT FOLLOWS
Sorry but I don't understand what people see in this. Like last year's Under The Skin, It Follows is another boring & overrated film (both about women who have sex with random dudes set to Brian Eno-esque scores) that's supposed to have some kind of deep pseudo-philosophical meaning when in fact it's quite pointless. Lemme guess - It Follows is supposed to be some kind of commentary on the pointlessness of sex? Or maybe it's about the pressure and immense value young people put on sex. Or perhaps it's a metaphor about the dangers of sexually transmitted diseases in the form of a Grindhouse homage (just watch Todd Haynes' Poison or Leos Carax's Bad Blood instead). What pisses me of even more is that It Follows has all it's bases covered for when people like me hate on it. "C'mon, give the movie pass. It was made on a shoestring budget" or "It's an homage to older low budget horror movies so it's supposed to look that way. You cant hate on it." Sorry, those sound like excuses.
And at least Under The Skin is watchable. It Follows is painfully drudging just like the personalities of all the annoying teenage characters in the film. JESUS CHRIST! I've never cared less about characters in a movie. I wasn't even happy when they died.


HEAVEN KNOWS WHAT
No matter how harsh my rating of this movie was for CutPrintFilm, I was still too nice in my overall analysis. This movie is incredibly grueling (not in the good kind of way) and, even worse, it’s painfully cliché. As a film critic in 2015 it’s pretty cliché to use the term “cliché” in order to describe a movie but the Safdie brothers have left me no other choice. I’m really not exaggerating just to be mean when I say this movie comes off like an unpolished student film exercise. But so many other critics seem to think otherwise. If you’ve read any of the early reviews on Heaven Knows What coming out of Venice then you know it’s been compared to everything from Panic In Needle Park to Requiem For A Dream. I get that on some level. All three films focus on heroin addiction between young couples in an unflinching kind of way (and all three movies are overrated on different levels). But in my opinion, Heaven Knows What is the product of wanting to emulate Drugstore Cowboy and My Own Private Idaho after one too many viewings. And if that’s not the case, it’s an attempt at trying to revive the Dogma 95 movement after over a decade when people had already stopped caring about the Danish-based film movement. And if neither of those rationalizations suit you, then Heaven Knows What is a clear case of young filmmakers kind of romanticizing that gritty early-80's downtown NYC drug scene.



HIGHLY ANTICIPATED!

ENTERTAINMENT
This is priority #1 (I had a chance to see this a few months back but Wrestlemania took priority). I know a lot of you may not be too familiar with this or Rick Alverson's work but after The Comedy (one of the five best films of the decade so far in my opinion) I'll watch anything he does. A lot of the same people from the Tim & Eric family tree are involved in this which makes me even more excited. 

CAROL
Todd Haynes might be the best least active American filmmaker alive today. It's two years shy of a decade since he made a feature film (a film I've been waiting two years to see) so needless to say my anticipation has reached maximum level.


KNIGHT OF CUPS
Even though it was recently announced that this is getting pushed back yet ANOTHER year, I'm still holding out that it'll get released at the very end of the year. Fingers crossed...


THE LOBSTER
I was so nervous about the English-language debut of Greek Director Yorgos Lanthimos (Dogtooth, Alps, etc). There hasn't been a good recent track record of foreign language directors making the transition to English speaking cinema so I breathed a sigh of relief to discover that The Lobster went over quite well at Cannes last month. I'll be the first in to see this when it finally comes to NYC.




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