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Originally Posted by The Silver Bullet
Man, by the end of the first week of the Brisbane International Film Festival, I'd seen nineteen features and countless shorts already, and I wasn't even going every day because of school. Watch harder!
I've got a job, man. And a special lady friend. Plus during the week they only have screenings at night - meaning the most you can see in a day is really two, Monday through Friday. On Saturday and Sunday they have movies all day and night, which is why I'll see at least six for today and tomorrow and quite possibly seven. And I haven't really missed anything I wanted to see yet. Except maybe Machuca from Chile, but now I hear they've added another screening of that next week so I'm good to go.


The Man Who Copied, Cold Light, Buffalo Boy and The Edukators are definitely the best I've seen so far.
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Word has it you're not looking forward to Kung Fu Hustle. Silly, silly Holden.
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Originally Posted by Holden Pike
I've got a job, man. And a special lady friend.
Well, wonders never cease
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Oh yeah One of the trailers before the movie Constantine was the house of wax and you can view it here.

Another trailer was from the movie Stealth.



Today I saw Schultze Gets the Blues (Michael Schoor, Germany), Reel Paradise (Steve James, USA) and The Waiting Room (Zeki Demirkubuz, Turkey). Schultze was the best of the three, but none are near the highest level of stuff I've seen at the Film Festival thus far.

The best part of Reel Paradise was the heated discussion that took place afterward, as two of the documentary's subjects in John Pierson and his daughter Georgia were in attendace and fielded Q&A afterward. Some of the audience was apparently pretty angry, about all sorts of things, and decided to take the Pierson's to task for their small part of it, I guess.



The movie, directed by Steve James of Hoop Dreams fame, follows the Pierson family during the last month of their one-year stay in a fairly remote Fiji community. John Pierson is a producer and supporter of American independent cinema in general. To check out his resume, look for his book Spike, Mike, Slackers & Dykes recounting his early work with Spike Lee, Michael Moore, Errol Morris and up through Kevin Smith (View Askew financed Reel Paradise). As part of his "Split Screen" television show on IFC, Pierson had become aware of a small ramshackle movie theater in Fiji, and a segment had been taped there. When he saw the way the villagers reacted to a Three Stooges short film, he was intrigued by the idea of bringing cinema to such a setting. When he found out a year later the theater was closing, he decided to move there for a year and run it, bringing in American movies (mostly the contemporary Hollywood fare of the day, no indies or arthouse stuff) and show them for free. His wife, teenage daughter and slightly younger son all came to live in this area of Fiji.

ANYway, the film Steve James made shows not only what goes on at the screenings of course, but also how the Piersons interact with the community and how they influence it - for good and for bad. After the film, John and his daughter got up to field questions. The first couple were fairly standard, just asking for more details about this or that element, then came the negative shouts. Basically some folks had a terribly reaction to how the Piersons conducted themselves, and thought them the ugliest of Americans exploiting these native peoples and generally being pricks who clearly didn't care about humanity any furhter than themselves. And besides, showing Jackass and 8 Mile and such to unsophisticated young brown people is a terrible thing by itself! James' film does indeed raise such discussion in the way he presents things, but the few angry people in the audience weren't there for discussion, they were much too pissed and righteously indignant for that.

T'was amusing anyway. I thought Pierson was very honest about his motives, his feelings then and now, and how it is all presented in Reel Paradise. He even fessed up that he shouldn't have shown 8 Mile to the younger kids there without more strictly enforcing an age restriction, and if he had it to do over again he'd definitely have handled that particular screening differently. But in general, Pierson wasn't apologetic, nor do I think he really should have been. He didn't go there as a missionary or anything, he had simple and somewhat abstract goals. Some of the criticism is more than fair, but also can be put in the context of the regoin's larger issues and remembering that the prism of a documentary is selective and far from the whole of any story.

Gus Van Sant was a couple rows in front of me, so I just watched him as the negative speakers went on their tirades. For a man who has probably taken more heat in such settings from Elephant alone than most filmmakers in recent years, he just sat there kind of shaking his head with a bemused been-here-done-this look on his face. Pierson did a good job in trying to engage everyone in dialogue, but they mostly wanted to make speeches. His daughter, Georgia, who I believe was sixteen in the movie and must be closer to eightteen now, was less diplomatic, and I can't say I blame her, as when I was her age I would have done more than just flip them the bird - which she did (this was also a reference to events in the movie, so she was being funny - I thought).

So...it all made for an interesting evening, that's for sure.


As for the movie, it's good, though it does run a bit long for my tatse, and I think it takes too much time getting to the kinds of issues Steve James wanted to highlight. It all works, but it could be tighter and it's nowhere near the level of some of the just amazing documentaries of the past few years. Still good. Don't know if it'll get a real theatrical distibution deal, but at the very least it'll show up on TV and/or video by the end of the year, I'm sure. It's worth keeping an eye out for.



Constantine. It sucked ass. A lot.



Originally Posted by lennyfromamsterdam
Constantine. It sucked ass. A lot.
And you were expecting what?




Today I saw Kung-Fu Hustle, 5x2 and Notre Musique. All three were pretty good, no regrets, but not a one of them was great.



OK, my total number of films seen at the Portland International Film Festival is now up to nineteen. And there are still six more days to go!

The best of the last three day's worth...

  • Kontroll (Nimród Antal, Hungary)
    Set in the Budapest subway system, but recast as a sort of metaphorical and surreal Hades undercut with dark humor. It follows teams of ticket control officers who ride the rails looking for fare violators, writing fines for those trying to ride for free or who haven't paid for the proper zones. The main team we follow is a rag-tag motley crew, dirty and bloody from fistfights with spirited passengers and rival control officers, led by Bulcsú (Sándor Csányi), a thritysomething who we see has started to live underground completely, sleeping in the tunnels in the middle of the night after train service stops. There are also some odd murders taking place down there, a tall shady figure in a hooded sweatshirt who is pushing passengers into oncoming trains. Eventually it falls to Bulcsú to defend the labyrinthine abyss. A nightmare that is beautifully horrible, paranoid and very funny, and the characters who inhabit this underworld are a mix of the sacred, the profane and the lost.
  • Oldboy (Chan-Wook Park, South Korea)
    A hardcore revenge epic not for the weak of heart, Oldboy starts with a middle-class, middle-aged man named Oh Dae-su (Choi Min-shik) being kidnapped off the street one rainy night. He awakens to find himself in a private prison done up like a hotel room (save for the steel door and no windows). He is not communicated with directly at all, by his captors or his guards, leaving him to wonder why he has been imprisoned and by who. He does have a television, and through it he learns his wife has been murdered with him the obvious suspect (as he has disappeared), with his three-year-old daughter taken away to foster homes. He stays in that prison for fifteen long years, turning over in his mind every person he has done any manner of wrong to in his life, trying to figure who would have done this to him. He is suddenly released one day...and then the torture really begins. There are scenes of almost unspeakable brutality as Dae-su goes on a bloody quest to find answers and get payback. Some of the "enjoyment" (if that's the appropriate word for a film like Oldboy) and impact of the film was lessened as I guessed the main "twist" extremely early on in the narrative, but it's still a powerful flick, with segments that won't leave you quickly (even, and maybe especially, if you want them to). Intense stuff, putting a slick popcorner like Tarantino's Kill Bill to shame. No masterpiece, but a good flick.
  • Schultze Gets the Blues (Michael Schorr, Germany)
    A nice change of pace from those extreme rides, Schultze is a very quiet and sentimental character piece. Schultze (Horst Krause) lives in a small rural community in the Saxony-Anhalt region of Germany. As the film starts, the fortysomething Schultze and his two friends are forced into an early retirement from their jobs in the salt mines. Schultze lives alone and very modestly, emerging only to go to the pub with his two pals (who seem to do all the talking) and play traditional German polkas on his accordian at the local music hall - just as his father had done before him. One night while scanning the radio dial, he accidentally happens upon Zydeco and the American music inspires him. Eventually this obsession leads him to Texas and Louisiana, where toting his accordian he travels through a world he never even imagined before. A very understated portrait moved by character rather than incident, with cinematography and long extended takes akin to Antonioni - elements that Western audiences raised on Hollywood fare may find too still and introspective, but to the viewer who lets the style wash over them this is an endearing journey.



Originally Posted by OG-
Word has it you're not looking forward to Kung Fu Hustle. Silly, silly Holden.
It's true I wasn't, and I'm glad I didn't. It was dumb fun in spots, but absolutely nothing more, and the same schtick over and over again became tiresome by the second half of the movie. It was worth seeing, and anyone who is bigtime into Hong Kong action or is a boy between the ages of nine and fifteen will likely love it, but Kung Fu Hustle is just doepy nonsense. Kind of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon by way of Dumb & Dumber. I laughed only a few scattered times, and it never had me rolling (save for the attempted assassintaion with the knives, which was on the level of Buster Keaton perfection), and all the extended CGI cartoony fights just became dull and tedious by the time the Beast is released. Casting the Masters they way they did was a fun gag...you know, the first few times it was revealed. Then it was overkill like everything else. The Western pop-culture references, like The Untouchables, The Shining, Spider-Man and the Looney Tunes, were about as amusing as Scary Movie 2 and certainly not the stuff of say Blazing Saddles or even The Kentucky Fried Movie. Frankly, overall I'll take John Carpenter's Big Trouble in Little China over Kung Fu Hustle every day of the week.



Constantine which was freakin sweet and Boogeyman which was scary enough for me.
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Originally Posted by Holden Pike
OK, my total number of films seen at the Portland International Film Festival is now up to nineteen. And there are still six more days to go!
Thanks for the little reviews and keeping us up to date on the interesting movies you have seen.
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Originally Posted by Holden Pike
OK, my total number of films seen at the Portland International Film Festival is now up to nineteen. And there are still six more days to go!
Wow! That must be heaven. Wish I was there. Thanks for your tidbits.
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Z Channel: A Magnificent Obsession (Xan Cassavetes, USA)
This is a terrific documentary for film buffs, a chronicle of the rise and tragic fall of Jerry Harvey. Harvey was a smart if troubled man (apparently largely due to an abusive family dynamic) who loved film. I mean he frippin' loved it and devoted almost every waking second to his love. Initially in the early '70s this manifested itself when he got the job programming a Los Angeles theater, and through his infectious passion was able to highlight movies by filmmakers like Altman and Peckinpah that had been dismissed by critics and audiences on first pass, which got him a reputation among other film lovers and the filmmakers he was showcasing, many of whom he befriended. In the late '70s he and a pal even got a screenplay produced, the decent Spaghetti Western China 9, Liberty 37 starring friend Warren Oates directed by friend Monte Hellman. But all of that was a precursor to his true legacy.

By the very early '80s Harvey had gotten a couple jobs in cable television in L.A., a field that was still brand new. When he wound up at the Z Channel as chief programmer given free reign to make deals with studios and show whatever he wanted uncut and commercial free, Jerry was in heaven. His great taste and extremely eclectic choices in EVERYthing from the Altmans and Peckinpahs to the Henry Jalgoms and Nic Roegs to Kurosawa and Fellini to Nicholas Ray and Sam Fuller to silents and European soft-core porn and abosultely everything in between made the cable channel and Harvey himself a force in Los Angeles. He even had some real power to save films, not just in showing obscure stuff, but by tracking down uncut fully restored prints of Heaven's Gate, 1900, The Leopard and Once Upon A Time in America after the U.S. studios could give a *****, saving the director's visions before all the prints were destroyed. Not only did he save these butchered films, but he proved to the Studios that there was a market for them. Oh yeah, and he also ran movies letterboxed whenever he could find the transfers. Z Channel was so unique and beloved in L.A. that even national powerhouses HBO and Showtime couldn't take it down as the '80s progressed. Harvey's programming was so good and so incredibly different than the mainstream that there wasn't anything being offered to replace it in town. In the later '80s when Z Channel planned on going nationwide, the personal problems in Jerry's life escelated leading eventually to the murder of his wife and his own suicide. Z Channel essentially died with Harvey. The film is full of interviews with friends who worked with him as well as his first wife and first serious girl friend and tons of filmmakers and actors from the '70s and '80s like Bob Altman, Alan Rudolph, Paul Verhoeven, Jim Jarmusch, Vilmos Zsigmond, Jacqi Bisset, Theresa Russell, James Woods and current-day filmmakers who were fans like Alexander Payne and Quentin Tarantino. It's a great story of a love of film, and a sad look at a seriously depressed man who couldn't be saved. Z Channel: A Magnificent Obsession is directed by Gena Rowlands and John Cassavetes' daughter Alexandra.




Just recently, Constantine.

I loved it, gonna buy it once it comes out on dvd.



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I saw a newly restored print of Fritz Lang's Metropolis on Sunday night - it had a new contemporary score too. A truly amazing experience; seeing this classic on the big screen!
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The last movie I saw at the theater was.....

Harry Potter Prisoner of Azkaban!!

Great Movie......I can't wait to see the Next One!!



Originally Posted by libralucilla
The last movie I saw at the theater was.....

Harry Potter Prisoner of Azkaban!!
Yikes!!! That was like 8 months ago. Ive seen about 35 since then. At least once a weak and around here even that is considered low.



Originally Posted by Escape
Yikes!!! That was like 8 months ago. Ive seen about 35 since then. At least once a weak and around here even that is considered low.
I think it was.....although......I see too many movies at a time
to know which one I saw last!
I just gave it a guess.