Author: BRWC

  • DVD Review: Holy Motors

    DVD Review: Holy Motors

    It’s difficult to know where to start with Leos Carax’s bizarre French Art Odyssey, a film which is as lively and inventive as it is wilfully obtuse.

    The premise, if you can call it that, is essentially a ‘day in the life of’ story, following the mysterious Mssr. Oscar (Denis Lavant) as he his chauffeured through Paris in a Limo-cum-Dressing Room. Throughout his day, he has ‘appointments’ – sequences that see him don make-up, prosthetics and wigs to play different characters – an elderly beggar, a motion capture artist, a thugish hitman and, in what is probably the oddest scene, a mad Supermodel-kidnapping French Leprechaun… thing.

    What you get out of Holy Motors will probably depend on your feelings on Art-house cinema. If you know your Jean Luc Goddard from your Jean Luc Picard then you may get a lot out of it, but it feels at times that the film’s ‘art’ qualities are manufactured – with almost deliberate pretension. That’s not to say it’s not worth seeing –  some sequences are astonishing, notably the motion capture scene which develops into a pseudo-CGI sex scene the likes of which you just don’t see in Hollywood cinema.

    One thing that everyone should agree on is the incredible central performance from Lavant. He inhabits each character absolutely, transforming both physically and characteristically with each change. Even if you find Holy Motor’s journey through Paris arduous, he is impossible to ignore.

  • The Foreign Duck, The Native Duck And God In A Coin Locker – Review

    The Foreign Duck, The Native Duck And God In A Coin Locker – Review

    First off let me deal with the question that will be on both of your lips. No. This film does not actually contain any ducks. Believe me I’m crushed too. From the title alone I was expecting some sort of cutsey manga involving bigoted mallards who overcome their differences in order to defeat a wicked Swan who has somehow trapped a God in slot machine. No such luck here.

    Instead The Foreign Duck, the Native Duck and God in a Coin Locker (from here-on-out referred to as Ducks) is a off-beat drama with real folk in it.  A freshman named Shiina (Gaku Hamada) moves into a new apartment. Small, quiet and nervous Shiina is alarmed and awed when he meets neighbour Kawasaki (Eita). Handsome and confident Kawasaki is everything Shiina isn’t . They bond over Shiina’s love of Bob Dylan, particularly the song ‘Blowin’ in the Wind’ (which is sung a LOT throughout the film). As the two quickly become close the film spirals into a strange plot that involves stealing a Kojien dictionary for another nieghbour who turns out to be an old love rival of Kawasaki. The object of his affections having worked at a pet shop which in turn draws Shiina to visit and strike up his own relationship. Told through a bevy of increasingly dark flashbacks the film climaxes with a suitably odd situation.

    Joking aside about lack of ducks aside (although one would have been nice), Ducks is an odd film to pin-point. It would fit quite comfortable in the raft of American independent films that came out mid-2000’s like Thumbsucker and Running With Scissors. The film is given to a few moments of “odd for odd’s sake”, Shiina almost constant singing of Bob Dylan seems less a character trait than an irritating quirk. The film’s main plot point – maybe macguffin? – is the robbery of a dictionary. An idea in itself which seems forced, as if the writer thought “how odd would that be?”. The whole film is filled with a knowingly off balanced humour which betrays a compelling story of anger and regret.

    Kawasaki explains the reasons for all his decisions to us through flashbacks of a simpler time. Showing the story of his love triangle, it’s not a hugely original story but I found these sequences more dramatically satisfying. Perhaps the present day portions are intentionally off kilter to match Kawasaki’s own psyche or maybe that’s over analysis. Director Yoshihiro Nakamura has clearly enjoyed the cinema of Jim Jarmusch. The entire film has a distance and coldness to it. Accused too of odd for odd’s sake Jarmusch tends to favour atmosphere and characters over plot,  five minutes scenes can play out in silence but within that silence some sort of character change has become apparent. Ducks though makes the mistake of focusing on it’s crack-pot plot rather than characters. People flutter in and out of flashbacks and present day sequences to the point of not caring. Shiina should make a charming protagonist to follow but he’s really quite dull, as the film picks up speed toward the end revelations abound but none of them seem surprising or particularly interesting. In fact a reveal that the mystery neighbour lives in Room 101 led me to groan as opposed to a “oh, very good”.

    If this review has seemed a little scatter shot I would like to apologies but the truth is I found it quite a hard film to dissect. Not through any indecipherable 2001: A Space Odyssey style story but on the grounds that I was so unaffected by it that it was just a dull watch. Not bad enough to get angry at and not good enough to gush over.
    is the true essence of instantly forgettable.

  • Vampire Ecstasy – Review

    Vampire Ecstasy – Review

    Well, what can I say? I was gobsmacked when I put this DVD on and at first I thought I may have been given the wrong DVD. Surely I wouldn’t have been given soft-core pornography to review? It seems I have.

    Straight out of 1973 this ‘vampire porn’ film directed by Joseph W Sarno hits you in the face with lashings of lesbian masturbation scenes. All very well if that’s your bag, but I generally like to be eased into this, instead of it being the introduction, middle and also end. The beginning is bizarre, the storyline is absurd and the accents down right laughable. Stilted acting, awkward stares and lots of boobs. Now don’t get me wrong, I like boobs, I’m sure everyone does, however this is based in Germany in what looks like winter time, I doubt beautiful young maidens would be walking around a castle with their wabs on display if it’s -10 degrees outside!

    To be honest, in my reviews I always try to put actors names in and also what characters they play, but for this film I don’t think it really matters. All you need to know is that a German Vampire Baroness (who was also a lesbian) was murdered 400 years ago and she is really really pissed about this. Luckily 2 of her ancestors (who also seem to have lesbian tendencies) are on their way to read her will. The housekeeper of the castle and her helpers (all also lesbians) spots the opportunity and sets to work enchanting the pair to resurrect the dead Baroness. Yet it seems to be scuppered when a brother/sister team show up (elements of incest but suprisingly no lesbian tendencies) to try to stop them.

    What ensues is absolutely hilarious and can only be described as pornography. The brother has sex with everything that moves (including the dead Baroness who gets resurrected), the sister tries to have sex with the brother but the garlic cross she made brings her to her senses, one of the ancestors turns into the Baroness and people start shoving candles into orifices that probably shouldn’t have candles put there.

    I couldn’t help but think that if it had slightly less dialogue and storyline (sparce as it is) it would make a great 70’s soft-core porn film. Or if it had less nudity and more emphasis on storyline it would have made a brilliant vampire thriller. But it was just a bit confused, neither a good porno, or a good film!

    Finally, I just can’t take a film seriously if they have candles in the shape of a penis. I’m sorry I just can’t.

  • The Woodsman And The Rain – Review

    The Woodsman And The Rain – Review

    When a movie crew invades a small Japanese town, local lumberjack Katsuhiko (Kôji Yakusho) and young filmmaker Koichi (Shun Oguri) form an unlikely bond.

    The film is very much a character piece and revolves around the two leads as they slowly learn about each other and themselves. The young learning from the old and vice vera is a story that has been told countless times in many genres and contexts. Here it is the strength of the two central performances combined with a lightness of touch that really elevates the material.

    Oguri’s portrayal of the young writer/director, struggling to come to terms with his pressure and responsibility of being the ‘boss’ is at times a little too introverted. However the quiet awkwardness of his early scenes makes the pay off all the more satisfying as the director slowly finds his feet and takes control of his project.

    Similarly Katsuhiko’s slow unraveling from grumpy old man to content, almost jovial father figure is played with masterful ease by Yakusho. This is most satisfying in the brief scenes the character shares with his son, as he learns from his relationship with Koichi and creates a closer bond with his own child of a similar age. It would have been easy for the filmmakers to lay this particular element on a bit thick, but in there three scenes together, Katsuhiko and his son communicate their changing relationship with the subtlety and nuance that runs through the rest of the film.

    A coming of age story that is beautifully shot (I can image the Japanese tourist board are very pleased that this particular film seems to be traveling well) and superbly acted, The Woodsman And The Rain is a light hearted drama that is easily one of the most accessible foreign language films in recant memory,

  • DVD Review: Forbidden Games (Jeux Interdits)

    DVD Review: Forbidden Games (Jeux Interdits)

    Last week I had the pleasure of reviewing the bleak, moving French film Gervaise, by director Réne Clément. Skip forward seven days and I have sat down, black coffee in hand, to watch Oscar-winning Forbidden Games, also by Clément; released four years prior to Gervaise in 1952. Luckily, this turned out to be an equally intimate, heartbreaking – yet at times darkly comic – picture.

    The film, set in 1940’s France at the height of the Second World War, revolves around young Paulette (played by an incredible Brigitte Fossey), a six year old girl whose parents are killed in a Nazi air attack whilst fleeing Paris. Stranded in the countryside and ignored by other evacuees, Paulette is eventually rescued by Michel Dollé (Georges Poujouly) and taken in by his poor, country family. The children quickly form a close relationship and we watch them attempt, in their naive, innocent way, to make sense of the death they see around them.

    The tagline of Forbidden Games was “War… and how it affects the lives of our children”.  Such a blunt, cursory description gives no indication of the imaginative and unsentimental way with which this topic is dealt. This is no Spielberg-esque sob-fest; we do not see Paulette weeping over the bodies of her parents whilst the Nazi bombers disappear into a blood-red sky (not least because this is a black and white film). Instead, Paulette seems almost unaffected, gently smiling at her dead mother’s face before pulling herself up and grabbing her pet dog. She clambers aboard a nearby cart with an elderly couple, at which point the audience experiences the first moment of black humour, as the woman grabs Paulette’s dog, tells her it is dead, and unceremoniously flings his body over the bridge.

    From then on, the context of war is almost forgotten, lingering only in the background as the children try to deal with the constant presence of death: be it of Paulette’s parents, her pet dog, or Michel’s brother. Instead of war between countries, the film focuses on the feud between the Dollé family and their neighbouring Gouards, which leaves the adults obsessed and the children largely ignored. Paulette and Michel, given no guidance on how to come to terms with bereavement, displace their sadness, becoming fixated with building an animal cemetery in an abandoned mill. Michel teaches cosmopolitan Paulette about religion and the role of the cross, and so Paulette begins to covet crucifixes, instructing love-struck Michel to steal them for her. The children experience the symbols with no understanding of their meaning and although this could simply be read as an extension of their immaturity, I also took it as a general critique of religious symbolism and its irrelevance in the face of death and human emotion.

    The audience becomes so engrossed with the thieving antics of the children that it forgets the bigger picture of war and Paulette’s orphan status. The end of the film then comes as a shock, with the Dollé adults happily handing Paulette over to the authorities, despite previously seeming so attached to her. The last heart-wrenching scene shows Paulette running through a crowd of adults, calling desperately for Michel, before “Fin” appears, cruelly, on the screen. As with Gervaise, this film adheres to the brutal reality of life, and refuses to provide the happy ending that the audience hope for.

    Although at times the pacing felt somewhat slow, on the whole this film is a beautiful, honest and piercingly perceptive reading of the impact of war on young children. Studio Canal recently re-released both Forbidden Games and Gervaise as part of a Réne Clément centenary box-set, and I would highly recommend tracking it down.