"One of the few films that I remember fondly [laughs] is Meshes of the Afternoon and I saw it when I was sixteen, so thirteen years ago, and I saw it in school, and it really affected me, strongly. As I remember the plot is pretty cyclical and I’m sure my memory of it will be even more convoluted [laughs]. Am... there is this woman walking down the street in LA, it’s in black and white, and it feels immediately drugged or dreamlike, and... there are these stark shadows. Maybe some flowers in a gate, she goes into a house, it’s maybe her friend’s house, it’s not her house, and takes a nap and then what follows is a dream, but not quite a dream of... there is this malevolent kind of male figure, creeping in the corners, and doubles her... and then certain objects that, I can’t remember what, if they had any significance or role but they are early distinct; there is like a knife, a key, a loaf of bread, kind of like violent domesticity, and... maybe more flowers and maybe they are still outside. At some point the male figure appears to be this figure in a cloak with a mirror face, it was terrifying, to me [laughs]. But then other times I think it’s a, I can’t remember if we can actually see his face or not, but I think I remember that it was actually her husband or her lover that played him, and then they made the film together. Am, there is a scene where she is sitting at the table with herself, and... I believe she awakens, and then she’s still in the dream or realizes the dream is not real. Am... there is a death. She is killed, I read it as a suicide, at the time, she is looking at herself and, I can’t remember how it ends at all.
Showing posts with label documentaries. Show all posts
Showing posts with label documentaries. Show all posts
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Pulp Fiction
"So... am... the movie that I am, that I’ve always really loved and that I kind of can’t get over how entertaining and sort of just like infinitely visually rich for me is Pulp Fiction. I saw Pulp Fiction with my dad on cable tv in Colombia when I was fourteen, which was about a year after it had come out. I think at the time I didn’t go... I was too young to see it in the theater, because it was so violent, but my dad and I watched it together and we just really really loved it. Am, the beginning,I remember, well I have the soundtrack and the soundtrack has like a lot of the dialog in it and the dialog is really like clever and funny, and the, I love the opening scene because the opening scene really misdirects you about what the movie is going to be about. At first, there is Pumpkin and Honey Bunny and they’re robbing a diner. So you think, when you don’t have any information about the movie, you think that the movie is going to be about two robbers, am, like two, like Bonny and Clyde kind of people, but then, it kind of is, is totally about like, all these other people, and all these other kind of shady people in the LA underworld. And then, I actually, like I really don’t remember, I don’t remember the fragments of the movie in order at all, I just remember parts that I really love, because every unit of the movie is really visually striking in its own way, and, so like the,the all the scenes between Mia Wallace and Vincent Vega are just like so kind of weird and romantic and incredible, and I think like, when I saw it I was fourteen, and I just like found Mia Wallace to be like my model of femininity. I thought she was like so... glamorous, and beautiful, and cool, and I love how she talks to Vincent Vega, and how she kind of like punks him out all the time, and, he thinks he’s like this kind of tough (hiff?) man but he ends up being totally intimidated by this mobster’s wife. Am, I love when they go into the diner and they do the twist, they dance to Chuck Berry’s “Jack Rabbit Slims”, or no, they da- they dance to Chuck Berry’s song at “Jack Rabbit Slims”. The lyrics to that song are incredible, “it was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well... you could tell that monsieur really loved the mademoiselle, am, something something rang the chapel bell...” Ah.... I forget the lyrics, but it’s a totally narrative song, which is really amazing because it’s like, the Chuck Berry song becomes a narrative within a narrative within a narrative, and it’s totally superimposed into these people that don’t have any kind of familial relationships, so it’s just like, it’s totally disorienting and bizarre but also really like nostalgic and kind of funny and ironized and I just like love, that whole part of the movie, where, then like Vincent Vega takes Mia Wallace home and she tells him about how she was in a trailer for a... for a Charlie’s Angels style show, called, “Fox Five” or “Fox Fire”, and like she says that she told the joke and she resists telling him the joke and then she says: what did... what did mama tomato, or what did papa tomato tell baby tomato when he’s squashed and, and she says “ketchup,” and she is so sexy when she says that... So she looks at him so meaningfully and then she goes, am, into the apartment and has the drug overdose, but it’s like, it’s really incredibly like, I’ve, a drug overdose is like really, you know, an incredibly like, ugly, and scary thing, but the way like, the way that it gets stylized is like amazing, and the way it’s sexualized, it’s just like, it’s just like this moment of total ecstasy, and the, the Urge Overkill song is like: “Girl... pum pum pum pum-pum, you’ll be a woman... soon”, and it’s like, the camera angle, and her dancing, I think it’s like the most beautiful scene of a woman dancing that I’ve ever seen on film, and it’s like, I don’t know, for me it’s just like... it has nothing... it has very little to do with like cultural context or anything, it’s, it’s like the beauty of this, like, they create this totally rapturous ecstatic environment and like, just like her, she moves with so much grace, but also with this kind of sense of irony, and... So, that’s like my favorite scene from the movie ever, and just for that reason alone I’ll never be able to get that movie out of my head. Am, and, what else, I really... the scenes between John Travolta and Samuel L. Jackson are really amazing, am, they’re really funny, and like ah... this is more towards the beginning, this is definitely like before, Mia Wallace has the overdose, but,am, when they’re talking about what they call Big Macs in France, that’s really really great, and, um, yeah, the dialogues are like really... really hilarious. Am, but, there is like this certain point after Mia Wallace overdoses, where the latter half of the movie is just like all blood baths, and all of a sudden everything is, like this kind of intense stylized bloody violence, and I had never, what struck me was that, I think that like, in a certain way Tarantino was a kind of sentimental education in violence for me, I always was taught that visual violence was bad, and that I didn’t like it, and then all of a sudden I find myself like really really enjoying that kind of stylized visual violence, and learning to love like the choreography of violence,like when they accidentally shoot the guy in the face in the back of the car, and all of a sudden the back seat of the car is completely splattered with blood, it’s just like, it’s so satisfying and it’s so visceral. Am, yeah, I’m trying to, I’m trying to think what else, oh, and you know, there is just the whole matter that it’s a very circular movie and, I mean now, that kind of narrative is really common and so we don’t feel the originality of it that much, but, of course, a lot of it is stolen from Godard,and it’s very, it’s very much patterned after movies like Weekend, but the way he appropriates that makes it feel so fresh and makes it feel like, like a real tecni- like a real way of disrupting narrative conventions that felt like, really satisfying as the viewer that seemed to suggest that like but disrupting narrative conventions you’re [recording stops here.]
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
The Shining
“Ok. The most important thing when you are watching The Shining is to see the dust in the air. To be honest, like, ok. So, it’s a guy that has to take over this pretty much house is a place that no one can ever go to for like five months or so, in the dead of winter, in, Colorado or something. No one can ever, no one can go there, it’s completely isolated, you gotta think, it’s so big, no one is there, he’s only there to like, keep the thing going so they can run a ski resort in the winter -The dust that settles in that plays, because there is no maid or anything, they are not there to clean it, and you see al these isolated pieces of furniture in shots that are covered in dust and the light that comes through the window is so... mind blowing. Kubrick put up sheets, like sheets outside of the place that they were shooting at, and put like a thousand lightbulbs behind the sheets to get this dusty glare to come through, so when you see like the window shots, like, I mean, it’s all, but at the same time, it’s like an amazing actor performance, like it’s such an (?) movie, but at the same time you have this man, Jack Nicholson, the greatest American actor at that time [laughs in the background] or, whatever. The most like has the most energy on the screen if you’ve seen him, and he is, pretty much winging it, because they are not following the plot at all, I mean the lines that he says are not from the book or anything, they were rewriting the script. I don’t know. That’s why I think it’s a great movie. “
“Someth...”
“I don’t know what else to say. That’s... that’s... you wanna talk about specifics?”
“Am, I’m not supposed to intervene in this. But I’m doing it right now. Why does he kill them, or tried* to kill them?”
“To me, well, ok, anyway, I’m glad you asked that, because I feel that’s the point of the movie, what makes the movie great is that you don’t ever, you know, you are not supposed to ask that question. And that’s what makes the movie great, he just, I mean, it’s not about personal things, it’s about a particular kind of fucking horrifying feeling, that everyone feels and that comes across in this movie and it’s not a co- you never ask that question of why this man is gonna kill these... because it just has to happen because the hotel looks horrifying! Like it’s not a reason but, that’s not, like, no horror has personal feelings because all personal feelings can be explained and horror is just like something that is like [guttural loud noise resembling interferences in a radio -laughs in the background.] It’s just there. I don’t know.”
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Arrebatos
You can watch Arrebato with English subtitles now, thanks to this precious German edition by Bildstoerung, which comes with two documentaries (Iván Z and Arrebatos) and a short film by Zulueta, Leo es pardo. Inside the case you will find as well a beautiful booklet with essays and stills from the film.
This post intends to be about Arrebatos, the documentary about the making of Arrebato. To write about the film itself is a vertiginous task that must be undertaken with a predisposition to loss, momentary and irreversible, of oneself and other luxuries (this will happen imminently, here or somewhere else. Ailleurs is where Arrebato takes place). Some days one wants to humanize oneself and more importantly, stay humanized -these are not the days to write about Arrebato. Today I'm trying to keep myself warm, so I can push myself through the already said.
Marta Fernández Muro, who played the role of Marta (big teeth impossible to maintain all of it inside the mouth, her mouth is always open: excessive talking, excessive breathing, laughter always ready -a victim of celluloid, Eusebio Poncela called her). Marta says that Arrebato is a deeply religious film, that she looked for that word in the dictionary and the only word she remembers seeing is ecstasy, that Arrebato is ecstasy, more exactly the ecstasy of Santa Teresa as portrayed by Bernini.
The documentary starts with the announcement of a confession to be made by Eusebio Poncela: I had never talked about this, but today I'm going to tell you, so it stays recorded here. And the documentary finishes it with it. Zulueta was planning to end Arrebato otherwise. Eusebio said, what if the camera shoots him? And Zulueta decided to use Eusebio's idea. "I should have never said that. That was not the way the film should have ended. He used my idea and someone got shot. And it wasn't me."
This post intends to be about Arrebatos, the documentary about the making of Arrebato. To write about the film itself is a vertiginous task that must be undertaken with a predisposition to loss, momentary and irreversible, of oneself and other luxuries (this will happen imminently, here or somewhere else. Ailleurs is where Arrebato takes place). Some days one wants to humanize oneself and more importantly, stay humanized -these are not the days to write about Arrebato. Today I'm trying to keep myself warm, so I can push myself through the already said.
Marta Fernández Muro, who played the role of Marta (big teeth impossible to maintain all of it inside the mouth, her mouth is always open: excessive talking, excessive breathing, laughter always ready -a victim of celluloid, Eusebio Poncela called her). Marta says that Arrebato is a deeply religious film, that she looked for that word in the dictionary and the only word she remembers seeing is ecstasy, that Arrebato is ecstasy, more exactly the ecstasy of Santa Teresa as portrayed by Bernini.
The documentary starts with the announcement of a confession to be made by Eusebio Poncela: I had never talked about this, but today I'm going to tell you, so it stays recorded here. And the documentary finishes it with it. Zulueta was planning to end Arrebato otherwise. Eusebio said, what if the camera shoots him? And Zulueta decided to use Eusebio's idea. "I should have never said that. That was not the way the film should have ended. He used my idea and someone got shot. And it wasn't me."
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Monday, November 21, 2011
Sentimentalism is self-annihilation (not in a good way)
After watching “Small Town Gay Bar” it has never been more clear to me that the biggest failure through which a documentary can doom itself is deciding its message to the world before shooting it (not that documentaries need to be fashioned according to a message, but that’s a different story.) Even as commendable and necessary as its purpose is (the spread of recognition and respect for gay individuals and their hard attempts to build communities in the rural South,) “Small Town Gay Bar” is so determined to dignify the people it portrays that it ends up silencing them. The emphasis on how normal their lives are as hardworking citizens, god-believer Americans and monogamous lovers leaves out the very differences it is attempting to celebrate. If you live in an environment in which you are harassed every day of your life you are not normal nor you should be; the self-conviction of one’s normality only asserts the conditions in which exclusion and violence take place, it perpetuates an identification with the oppressor and simplifies the social significance of homosexuality in order to appropriate it.
Every interviewed is shown as saintly devoid of resentment, never harboring bad feelings or resentment for the forces that inflict them pain and fear. “If you don’t like me, I don’t care.” The christian remains a martyr, the logic of lynching is internalized by turning the other cheek. There is this moment when, at last, a drag-queen raises her middle finger addressed to the ones that tell her everyday that she is going to hell. It is a good-humored middle finger though, softened by laughter. In a way, it still is “I don’t care.” The documentary wouldn’t allow a middle finger otherwise; it would never show its characters being angry or hurt, not to mention ambivalent. That would open cracks in the early memorial that is being built for them and would ruin the funereal sentimentality culminated in the inspiring music that starts more than 20 minutes before the end and shows the interviewees silently posing, mourned for while still alive. A tragedy flattened by its foreshadowing, why does the drag-queen always has to get killed in narratives?
There were moments when the shots were cut in the middle of people’s sentences. That is perhaps what I found most deeply terrifying. Why were the cut? Maybe they said something considered inappropriate by the director, something that contradicted the overdignified stoic aura that the documentary had created for them even before shooting them. Hard attempts at dignification are suspicious. Everyone is always already worthy, just let the camera show in what unseen, unnoticed ways they are.
Documentary filmmakers: your task is to set the conditions for the appearance of a moment when you have to step back and let the camera do its work… that is when a documentary is born.
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