Kibbles by Mauro Paolino
Marco Gambarini’s script of Kibbles is quite edgy, and likewise, the film’s performers are edgy in turn, for mostly delivering a project which is both self aware, and well – exploitive of digitalness and the generation inhabiting that particular world. It is very much an examination of addiction in the digital era as it is perhaps a rendering of communication forms turned sour. Together, the combination is quite a harsh depiction, and carries an air of HBO’s Girls in its tasteful distastefulness.
Mauro Paolino’s handling of the material, carefully distancing our approach to the core characters, though also affording a sense of intimacy with them, balances the film’s almost Gregg Araki feeling of ‘living on the edge of change’. The film is mostly shot in a traditional manner, and carries its subjects as such: everything is serious, and well mounted. The shift from interiors to exteriors, with the growing escape which the characters feel, helps to enhance as well as elevate the film – we are being presented here an idea, an execution of the notion, and the presentation matches these things thoroughly, whereby the form is intertwined with the film’s subject and presentation.
The film is perhaps hindered only slightly by its length. The concept here is perhaps bigger than the chosen plot which presents it. There is perhaps a ‘take’ on this material which could aspire to the grandness of say the likes of Xavier Dolan’s Mommy, which examined the impact of a potential bill against the people of Canada (needless to say the bill never occured in real life). So, yes – though this plot would never had provided for a feature, the core concept would have. But, then again, the serving here is a very enjoyable viewing experience, and is never laboured… so, all in all, it is a great short film with a fairly complex and interesting subject matter.
Eclipsed by Aditya Chowdhury
There is a real digital sense of poetry to Aditya Chowdhury’s Eclipsed – it is almost as if the film were made as part of the Hong Kong New Wave boom, or by some sort of experimental American auteur. For one, there is the actual usage of the medium, which in this case is a careful balancing act of incorporating the digital storm of mini DV and the gracefulness of sharp editing, a voice over incorporating thoughts, and the film’s overall embrace of its locale, which recalls a certain sense of urbanisation clashing with the rural.
To me the film recalls a particular Ye Lou film – Suzhou River. Like Suzhou River, the 2000 reworking of Alfred Hitchcock’s Vertigo, Eclipsed is a mirage of a locale, the dreams and lives lead by a few individuals, and the reflection these persons have on a changing landscape and film form. Both Suzhou River and Eclipsed portray film as a double laced system: it is both of the cinematic world (an artificial space in which the characters inhabit and move), as well as a realist docu-dream-drama space (this being the world which the viewer is thrown into as a voyeur through the consumption of the character’s inner thoughts of the space they exist in, and the act of capturing it).
Academics aside, and compressions aside… Eclipsed is a very complex cerebral project. One which is bound to be misunderstood, interpreted and consumed in a very particular fashion. It isn’t a narrative based on the form of characters ‘doing’ things, or even action, but rather that of reflection, enhancement and inner turmoil. It is great at what it does, but is quite simply put very personal in its taste, and unlikely to appeal to all.
UNS by Singh Sahab
UNS, Singh Sahab’s true love story, is a fantastic rendering of compassion, humility, and a community brought together, and then torn apart, but the coming together and disruption of a couple who face a great many adversities in their life.
Reviewing the film solely on its story purposes would be somewhat redundant, as the project as a whole carries itself with such ease in terms of being a fantastic plot to tell through cinema, that there’s basically nothing to talk about on that front. Yes, the film could have rendered the romancing, the marriage and the death at the end as a slightly more concise and deliberate event, but all in all… the viewing experience is only ever enhanced by its details, and not hindered. So, there is basically no room for excess in this. There is no real fat in the film.
Like the masterful joys and pains of the story, UNS’ actual technical scope is impressive. For an indie film, the producers provide a health scope of both rich colours, textured photography and tactile production values. There is a real sense of realness, as well as cinematic richness in the film – and it is mostly showcased within the production design and cinematography, both of which are on top form here.
The closing remark would be really to commend the film’s most challenging element – representation. The director, writer and the two leads go to great lengths to make their subject matter realistic, as well as approachable, and it is greatly commendable to see an independent film bring focus to a story of this nature, rather than say the fictional reworking of gangs and prostitutes.
At the end of the day, I am fairly jealous of this film. And as a filmmaker, writing a review of someone else’s film, it would serve as only the greatest compliment – I wish I’d made this film.
1,2,3 Once Again by Vasco Diogo
The most impressive element of Vasco Diogo’s 1,2,3, Once Again is its experimental handling of time, film form and interpretation. Like Andy Warhol’s early filmic work, Diogo almost redirects the notion of what is a linear and non-linear sequence of information within the filmic world, and how this information may be interpreted and presented in self-serving and contradictory fashions. The added element here, of course, is that the film’s core characters are Alzheimer patients and that the sessions we are sitting in on are meditative, and almost like the film, exist in a very primitive notion of sounds, images and cues.
Diogo’s film, like Warhol’s though, suffers the same moment of hubris. It overuses its experimental form, and much like the likes of the endless Chelsea Hotel of the 1966’s Chelsea Girls, this film alludes to the idea of order, but also the defragmentation of it for the sake of an experience that might not be all that pleasant to sit through or experience. Having said that, the core reason I draw so many parallels between Diogo and Warhol, is since Warhol (and perhaps Jonas Mekas), few have made films in this fashion, and one’s point of reference is entirely limited to the filmic history which is often intertwined with non-film locales such as the art gallery or art house film theatres where viewers come and go freely.
Ultimately the film is not hindered by its mindscape… it is, as Warhol’s work was, the making of its own mindset. Avoid of sounds and experiences. Here we have looping, which is accompanied by unusual rewinding, organ notes and momentary discussions of names, places and beings. Perhaps, in all its copious ebbs and flows, one is able to experience the similar meditative confusion which Alzheimer suffers have to live with day to day.
In Union and Death by Santiago Niembro
The internal histories presented within the arc of In Union and Death are well developed, culturally rich, and inhabit a richness which encapsulates both the impact of the story, as well as the successful tropes of the dramatic film. The main concept, which sees the bringing together of two worlds in lieu of a family memorial for Day of the Dead, is a simple concept, and somewhat reminiscent of the French New Wave films, which often saw a simple divisive story which would allow for a ‘real time’ narrative to play out. It is both movingly done here, and impressively so – thanks to the nuanced performances and warm tones of the Mexican locale.
Overall, the technical side of the production seem almost clashing – the photography is great, though the grading is a tad accidental (I would recommend investing in FilmConvert, and transferring the film into Fuji to help enhance the film’s sunset scenes). Likewise, the soundtrack features some prominent sounds, and mood filled tunes, but is poorly mixed when it comes to the dialogue, often throwing the dialogue to the left or right of the sound design, instead of in an appropriate ‘center’.
At the end of the day the project is very moving, and quite impressive, and one can’t help but celebrate and recommend the project’s bold inclusion of familial generations which encapsulate turmoil, social and economical context and above all – character. Kudos to all those involved!
Kommando 1944 by Derek Quick
Built with an impressive eye for period piece detail, as well as an awe inspired concept for a short form narrative story, Kommando 1944 bares its teeth quite bravely, and gnarls at its peers. As a short film, it feels mighty majestic – loaded with Spielberg bursting lights, and deep emotional truths within the character arcs. Though, a little caricatured in terms of its depictions of American soldiers and evil Nazi soldiers… there’s no denying that the actual project presented a story that has been neglected within film beforehand, in what feels like a very lean presentation of said narrative.
Overall the technical aspects of the film perhaps outshine the cast, though all deliver quite impressive tones and consistent quality. There is a real sense here that everyone involved had ‘bought’ in to the project, and were willing to do the gritty deed of making sure they delivered the project to a particularly high standard. At this point it is really best to hat tip the top end of the crew (aka the muscle), as producers and directors delivering this sort of outcome are often the ones doing the pushing and pitching from behind the scenes.
There is an added sense of the personal in this short, which is perhaps what raises it above its peers. There is a feeling that the filmmaker not only wanted to deliver this project in an appropriately well finished presentation, but also felt a certain amount of pride towards the project. For this, again, one must hat tip the whole affair. As producing the likes of Kommando 1944 in a personal frame, one which feels like the sort of super version of a ‘show and tell’ tale from an American history book is both applaudable, and impressive.
Before Night Comes by Joaquim Pavão
With visuals reminiscent of Tarsem’s work (in particular The Cell and The Fall), Before Night Comes bursts onto the screen with a variety of beings crawling out of the ground in the dead of night. I mean, wow! What a fantastic opening, what a delicious way to hook your audience and get them all ready and anticipating the wild world to follow.
Sadly the overall effect drifts away from the initial genre impressions, and leans more towards the likes of Tarkovsky – which isn’t to say anything negative, as the project delivers its poetic and very somber material with style, consistency and various technical elements which are delicious to consume.
Of course one can’t help but feel that with its near 30 minute runtime, that the locale of mud, straw and sand sort of wears thin after a while. And though the performances are very impressive… the whole thing eventually starts to feel a bit like Anthony Minghella’s staging of Play by Samuel Beckett. Again, this isn’t to say a bad thing really, but rather one can’t help but feel of immediate academic strings which the film is similar to.
Ultimately, with so many objects in mind, the project is quite fantastic. As a viewer I kept trying to pin down what it reminded me of, mainly because it is such an unusual and poetry laden project. It is an unusual object, and when it comes to consuming film, it is the sort of material one can’t help but cherish and enjoy as it is such a rarified thing.
Death Lay Here by Richard Schertzer
The film opens with an ambient track and voice over work – it’s all very eerie and quite fun… and this tonal mood continues through the opening credits, which consist of statues… the problem though, which arises here, is the filmmaker’s choice of font – it feels out of place and a bit cheesy. Likewise, the dialogue scene that follows is mixed in stereo, with the audio shifted to one side. However, from here on out the film is a fine fun affair – it feels like the sort of schlock that was present in drive-ins in the US during the late 1960’s and 1970’s, and it is a mighty expressive and stylised affair!
The main performances are quite well balanced, and one must note the film’s persistence in its pacing, which is quite effective. Likewise the use of variety locations, which Charlie runs through are quite well presented, and framed with an attentive eye.
The end of the film feels a bit muddled, what with its overlong whiteish credits, and random insert of titled information at the very end (some reordering should be applied here!).
All in all though, Death Lay Here feels like a great short film, the type you’d come across on Facebook as part of the CryptTV selections. It isn’t high budget, but it is an enjoyable ride – which is all that really matters at the end of the day.
Follow the Crows by Alex Secker
The highest advantage of Follow The Crows is the film’s ease of production – there’s a sense, with its post-apocalyptic presentation, that the film is both leaning successfully into the film’s obvious ‘the-end-is-neigh’ genre of stark landscapes, strange personas and darkly graded locales.
It’s this element which is both delivered with a solid grip, that both makes the film easy viewing, and a slightly wounded beast – as it is, deliberately or not, victim to its own generic use of this overused genre. What will inevitably bring viewers will also lose them – we’ve seen too many films of this sort.
That all been said and done, the film boasts a strong third act – the actors, in particular, Max Curtis and Daniella Faircloth, bring a certain delicacy to the material at hand, and even more so, the bold editing techniques used to enhance the film’s grittier scenes, together forming an above average hat tip to the end of the world scenario based films.
Though it isn’t exactly Luc Besson’s Le Dernier Combat, or even the Pastor brothers’ Carriers… but it is still quite a fantastic indie post-apocalyptic film!
Blue Skies on Mars by Brian Lutes
Having gotten used to Brian Lutes’ period piece frock events, this film – Blue Skies on Mars is a delightful surprise.
For one, the film is quite lengthy, but it handles its understanding of pace as well as it does genre, which is quite fantastic. Likewise, the cast, which consists of a large ensemble of unusual faces, boasts an array of emotions, acting techniques and a variety of characters which cement the film’s almost novel-like structure of grandness.
The photography, like the edit, often tends to lean towards the more technical hand of things. We have deliberate cuts, which often enhance the pacing, but also careful framing – a love scene is minimised to a dialogue scene, making the whole thing a very gestural event, in line with the Classical Hollywood types of film classics.
The film, as a whole moving force, feels quite ageless, or perhaps aged in the more filmic sense of the word – an epitome of ‘old school’ indie filmmaking at its best.
Prisoners of Time by Brian Lutes
The positives of Prisoners of Time most definitely outweigh its flaws – the film is a conceit of both historical storytelling, mostly focussed on Willis James, a soldier whipped into a past era through a bit of fantastical time travel, and a mileage of genre and filmic techniques.
The strong hand, as ever with Brian Lutes’ films, is that the overall project hinders off its sense of realism, which he delivers with a strong suit of both production values and bold performances – often enhanced by the feeling of a very authentic text filled with impressive character based dialogue. The weaker offering though is the film’s conception: the concept is fantastically large, and the budget at times can’t really carry its weight without looking a bit too cheap and ‘indie’.
All in all, though the film’s construction, most specifically its period pieces and photography, tend to allow the material to become authentic with its texturing, and enticing to watch. Also, one should add – this particular project by Lutes is more emotionally driven than his previous, and shows an alternative approach to storytelling, moving him away from his usual ‘survivors’ story, and towards a more mature ‘fighter’ and world-building narrative.
Lost in Apocalypse by Sky Wang
Blazing with an assortment of lush filmic techniques, Sky Wang’s feature effort Lost in Apocalypse feels like a fantastic weekend romp of a film – the type that demands to be viewed with a loud head banging volume, on a big screen, and a sharp eye!
The story is a little murky, mostly balanced between the workings of a police team that end up in a violent scenario of a ‘kill or be killed’ situation… a kind of a safe genre play. The acting, much like the film’s plotting, tends to tread on the safer side of things, moving from being the realist inner psychological workings of various people, or the more generic handling of the materials. On a similar note, the music tends to play it safe.
Ultimately though the film does bolster some amazing qualities – the production values, the ease with which the scenes fold into each other, and the overall coherent vision. It is here, in the overall macro view of the film, that one can’t help but admire Sky Wang’s efforts with Lost in Apocalypse, and well, his overall approach to filmmaking as an entertaining art form.
Love Ghost – 9mm by Rituparno Maity and Finnegan Bell
This violent trippy music video is a treat full of animation tricks, high production values and a creative understanding of visual motifs.
All in all, with its short runtime of just under 3 minutes, the video packs in some surreal vortexes, for which the inner mind and thinkings of its lead character, are explored in a thorough approach. It is this, along with its understandings of its intended narrative, that one can find ‘beauty in the darkness’ that is this narrative.
The directing duo Rituparno Maity and Finnegan Bell ultimately excel in understanding the workings of both their story (centered on alienation, violence and social anxiety).
The History of Everything Circa 1993 to the Present F/K/A Kissy Cousins Monster Babies and Morphing Elvis by Wayne Keeley
‘The History of Everything Circa 1993 to the Present F/K/A Kissy Cousins Monster Babies and Morphing Elvis’ – I mean, for starters, what a title. But yes, moving on from that mouthfull of a name, this film is, as its title might indicate, absolutely bonkers in the best way possible. Watching it, at the start, I actually couldn’t believe it was real.
After getting past the over-used Star Wars titles I was surprised to find an exquisitely authentic 90’s office, VHS look and snappy dialogue. I’m not sure when this was shot, as it is too perfect to believe it to be a set… so I have no real understanding of it if is from the 90’s or a period piece. Nonetheless, it is all a bit sharp and fabulous with its energy.
The hop in time, when the film becomes digital, is a momentary adjustment… but all in all The History of Everything Circa 1993 to the Present F/K/A Kissy Cousins Monster Babies and Morphing Elvis is quite a fabulous indie construction, and Wayne Keeley, his cast of acutely-on-the-edge performers, and the wizard editors of this retro mirage should celebrate their film, its style and what a convincingly wild film they’ve thrown together.
Now excuse me, I have a downtown office to visit, where I’ll be pitching a film about producers in the 90’s.
141 A.D. – Mission in Dacia by Octavian Repede
Though tight in budget, which is most evident during its battle scenes, 141 A.D. – Mission in Dacia carries itself with a great style and class. For one, the photography is often creative, and not restrictive to standardised composition choices, but is, at all times, an effective ‘classical’ look, one which recalls both traditional art forms of painting, as well as the more classical sense of Hollywood filmmaking which often carried period piece films in the 1940s to glory.
Though the performances range from being quite on point to being somewhat underbaked, the overall cast is often quite convincing in its portrayal of a period long gone, and more so, the physicality of such a time, where the body was challenged by nature. Likewise, the score, which relies heavily on sound samples, dips in and out from being a classy act to cheesy. Though I should add, both balancing acts performed here are better than your average joe film that we have to look at in this particular genre, and the film seems to be somewhat aware of its own genre, which allows it to become quite an enjoyable affair – a kind of ‘this is the drum track, here are the soldiers, and we expected it in this film!’
Though it is far from becoming a ‘classical’ film, or even a cult favourite, it does carry the makings of a filmmaker – Octavian Repede, who one day has the ability to rise and extend what he has started here, as it feels very much like a budget constraint which has caused some of these hiccups, and not so much the film itself or the genre at hand.
Ming… Voice of Deception by Brian Lutes
‘Ming… Voice of Deception’ isn’t your average joe indie film. In fact, even in the realm of period piece war films (which, with being a UK based festival we seem to get a lot of these), the actual picture is above average. This is mostly through the filmmaker’s apt eye for detail, the realistic, and often sharp, characterisations, and the harsh textured applied to the picture, be it in the grit of the scenes themselves, or the fundle of mud, dirt, rain and sweat.
Lutes’ war film leaves little to critic in a bad light, mostly as the film gleams with a bold consistency to its period piece allure. The streets seem authentic, and shy of one dinner scene in a restaurant, where the plates seem to pristine, the entire production boasts an almost similar quality to the wonderful ‘old school’ films of this ilk – the likes which have been absent from the screen for decades (though, The Sea Wall, with Isabelle Huppert, still feels a close by memory).
All in all the film’s only flaw is perhaps its budget, not so much the use of it, but rather the restriction it has forced upon its team at hand. The lush serving of this film does feed the appetite, but at times one wishes the kitchen had access to more cream with which the project could have been whipped into a delicate sweetness. It’s a delight through and through all the same.
The Percy Harris Story by Brian Lutes
Though there are some issues here, the image itself isn’t wonderful – the camera work is at times a little haphazard, and the actual tonal side of the light and colour is often undermanaged, and inconsistent… one can’t believe the sheer creativity and scale Brian Lutes has brought to the screen in The Percy Harris Story. Because, in truth, pushing aside the qualms with the film’s ‘look’, it is actually a pure pleasure to see this film.
For a mere budget of 10k, the film is slam dunk bold. It has that rich flavouring of deep turn-of-the-century Gothic tales, all the while balancing the film’s thrill ride with some meaningful dialogue, calmer quaint sequences. It’s also thematic, which is a rare thing in films made for these scales.
The film’s first quarter, which mainly is built around a nighttime incident, which leads on to what feels more like a survival route of a film: a journeyman moves through a constantly shifting and challenging terrain, which encapsulates some fantastic locales. And by the final note of the film, which focuses mostly on the idea of the sacrifices made by people in these harsh times, is heightened by the inclusion of flashbacks, and a seasonal footnote of snow. Though there aren’t many standout performances here, these scenes tend to cement the film’s overall standard, which is quite solid, and reminiscent of those ‘classical’ film types mostly exercised in the 1990’s by Jon Amiel in Somersby and Michael Mann with The Last of the Mohicans.
All in all it is quite a fantastic indie film.
Futureworld by Christopher Angus
Futureworld might not be the most glamorous animation film, but it is quite a sophisticated little thing. It has that double levelled material – it is both thoughtful and artful.
Though the actual length, and perhaps even the scope of the story Christopher Angus weaves is restricted by his film’s budget and production scale, one can’t help but love and admire the effort here… in fact, I’d welcome the idea of a feature film made by him, or even a serialised show.
For some reason its quirky darkness reminded me of the ‘good old days’ when Cartoon Network was edgy, but also kid friendly, with classic shows such as Courage the Cowardly Dog and Scooby Do. All in all this Futureworld short is a great throwback to those particular punches of animation stories, and one that should pave the way to many more!
Lazarus’ Resurrection Won’t Do Any Good by Clodoaldo Lino
Quite frankly – this is hands down one of the most bold art directed short films I’ve seen through my festival work, and I must say it is a very fantastical presentation of such a lavish vision. In fact, this is the key element of excellence within this project, along with the actor’s performances, which are as convinced of their situations as any could be.
The overall plotting, and the structure of the film’s narrative, is rich with poetry, and is perhaps at times bordering on indulgent with this front. Perhaps a more restrained narrative would have meant a more flowing picture, but that is really just a minor qualm.
Likewise, the only really inconsistent element of Lazarus’ Resurrection Won’t Do Any Good is its actual technical presentation. The film as a whole seems to ebb and flow from having some beautiful shots and crip sounds to some less enjoyable ones, making it all fuzzy. Pushing this aside though, the actual project is very well delivered, and one can’t help but adore the film’s style, content and wild nightmarish vision.
Bench by Charles J. Ouda
OK, a flattering review of this nature has to be kept short, otherwise it reads nauseously. Here we go: performances were all on point and quite fantastically nuanced, the camerawork could have been more creative… but lets be honest, it was beautifully done and consistent, the script was original, engaging and interesting, the actual direction and use of cinema was overall quite sharp and ‘to the point’.
Had Charles J. Ouda submitted his short into our competition category it would have eaten up quite a few categories… all in all, this is a rarefied beast – a short film worth your viewing time, and an enjoyable experience.
Congrats Bench team!
Drilling Holes into the Sun by People A Sponies, Philip Nguyen and Brett Herman
People A Sponies, Philip Nguyen and Brett Herman have compiled a variety of great dancing showcases, sandwiched with poetry and creative editing.
The actual arc is a mess, and I’m not entirely sure the purpose of the characterization, but what one can highlight is the film’s technical artistry, which seems to have a real rich flavor for careful framing and creative shots.
There’s also the music – which is quite eclectic, and varied to a satisfying level which manages to avoid a bored continuum of a single style or sound.
All in all its quite impressive, and the performers, along with the well managed technical mechanisms, keep the film’s length quite balanced and well toned.
Aconcagua by James Kellett Smith
The main difficulty with ‘explorer’ documentaries usually is their lack of force or direction. It is usually just a simple chop collection of various holiday shots and ‘funny’ glimpses into the lives of said back packers, and very little awareness for the length of the film, its tone or the audience’s interests.
Thankfully James Kellett Smith’s Aconcagua isn’t quite that. Its more of a ‘step by step’ journey, and instead of showing us picturesque shots like a dull BBC nature documentary, his short is more to do with the practical elements of the exploration and the journey involved with it.
Overall the camera work is quite consistent, and the editing of the whole project is quite nicely done. The only hiccup really is the sound of the interviews, which is a tad too ‘laptop’ than a clean sound.
The project is reminiscent of some of Werner Herzog’s icy documentaries, such as Bells from the Deep (1993) – minus the religious poetry.
Aliens With Knives by Struan Sutherland and Nicole Steeves
Struan Sutherland and Nicole Steeves write and direct this comedy science fiction romp. It’s a delight really, reminiscent of Tim Burton’s early comedies, such as Mars Attacks!
At its core there’s much micro budget wizardry going on here, and a lot of ‘oh well, its just a comedy’ factor. Like, lets be honest – there’s no real issue with the aliens looking bloody ridiculous… because the plot is just that. And there’s no real issue with the production values being standardized, but nothing special, because at the end of the day the film’s main ploy is to be enjoyed as entertainment and not some over baked art house comedy, like say The Seventh Seal. Though I still do love The Seventh Seal, but its a very stuffy affair, and it takes itself far too seriously.
Aliens With Knives is a fantastic presentation of what happens when people who enjoy being funny shoot a film and present it to you. With more funds, and more glamour, the team will find the mega audience that they deserve!
Creepy Crawling by Chelsea Comeau
With Nick Piovesan’s consistent performance, and the well paced filming methods used with great care in Creepy Crawling, Dillon Garland’s script is brought to great life through Chelsea Comeau’s direction.
The film as a whole reminded me a great deal of those ‘visiting’ town films, in particular the likes of Jason Reitman’s films, such as Men, Women and Children, and Young Adult. Like with Reitman’s films, through Creepy Crawling’s world, we are invited to witness both the life of a single family unit, as well as the locale, community and cultural behaviors of this locale. It’s very detailed, and quite sharp in terms of its observations and highlights.
The cherry on the top of the whole affair is really the film’s consistent delivery and understanding of its own material. So many independent films, and filmmakers, stumble over their own comprehension of their material, the goals they set themselves, and what it is they can produce. Comeau and her team balance it all so very well.
Nature by Richard Schertzer
Nature does’t provide much in the terms of a filmic experience, shy of the chiming music and ordered nature shots… and well, the credits, which bookend the film. Overall, the film is a nice series of shots which describe, or capture, the natural space with which the camera scans or shoots. The film itself is rather short ended there in terms of its content, and the music is very ‘midi’ sample file.
There isn’t much to complain about though, as it is completed with a steady hand of competence, and it is overall quite consistent with its presentation… just ultimately one can’t wish for more from a film – be it a narrative, character or even some sort of message (say like – Gus Van Sant’s Mansion on the Hill).
Afrit by Richard Schertzer
Lets get one thing straight out on the table – the acting in this ain’t wonderful. And even more so, the music is fairly irritating… though it is at least fitting for the film’s ‘gotcha’ tone of grimy Gothic horror silents.
The photography, and the editing for that matter, is consistent, and though one can’t really shelve much of a complaint in its way – there is a comment to be made about the film’s very much expected handling of scenes, all of which feel cookie cut in terms of the ‘conventional ways’ of filming.
Little is done in the way of trying to mix things up here, or show a little bit of uniqueness, and much like Richard Schertzer’s previous effort in this season (Nature, see above), the lack of any sort of real narrative seems to leave much to be desired.
In terms of handling of the genre though, Afrit does a steady job of playing up the horror motifs of what reminded me of the likes of 70’s exploitation films which often opened with those ‘stalker’ scenes.
All in all, much has been left in a bit of a mess here… though, I do want to say this – there is a slightly raw element to this project which hints at a potentially great taste… it just requires Schertzer to go deeper into his own world and create something a little more ‘him’, than simply exercise standard filmic filming modes. Once he drifts into his own world, and provides us with a view point from which we are able to enter it (a unique perspective), then his work will be much more appealing.
Interruptus by Duane Michals
Duane Michals’ Interruptus is a scarecrow of a film. And I mean that it the literal way – its a visceral standing object that gawks at on lookers… or perhaps it is us that gawks at it.
All in all the short is quite well executed, and tastily experimental. Like with Michals’ previous work, there’s a very thin plot here: a woman walks in on (who I presume to be her partner) busy getting it on with another bloke.
At moments the film recalls some sort of porn plot, but it is ultimately a different idea here: the idea of time, duplicity and perhaps the ebbs and flows of how action often cause reaction and so on. At least, that’s how I’ve read it with the double exposure. But it could be more than that, it could actually just be about the act of watching, and then the medium with which we watch… and the eventual filtering and playform digital media provides itself in: cue Instagram and Snapchat rant.
All in all Michals’ has served an impressive little object here, like the scarecrow analogy – the film could stand comfortably in a public space playing on a loop, forever condemning the couples to argue, move and physically respond to the reality of being caught in the warm up act.
People Eat People by by Duane Michals
Fantastic moments of duality are explored in People Eat People… and what’s even more refreshing is that Duane Michals’ unexpected drift towards a narrative based form of film here. Even more so, the camera work is often smooth, or at least perspective based, rather than say an observational one (a method he often expresses). Though, I should note – it turns out this film is older than his recent films!
Not that I don’t like his heavy experiments. In fact, I welcome Michals’ work as a constant distraction from the heavy formulated entries our festival often provides.
Not that said formulated films aren’t enjoyable. They are.
But variety is the spice of life.
The film itself concerns a couple, and a letter. Like many love stories found in melodramas from the 1950’s in American cinema, this one has a bitter taste to it to do with infidelity and unhappiness, insecurities, and so on. The film’s short run time keeps it to a very punchy length, and allows for the kaleidoscopic images to cascade to a concluding note of reflection.
One should add a note about the two performers, Whitney Harris and Derek Stratton, who do a great job with delivering the drama, face contortions and agony of their short roles.
Destiny by Vikkramm Chandirramani
With Destiny we open on Tanya and Richa, who are exchanging romance gossip. It seems Tanya has been keeping her latest love affair secret, but in fact she is simply disinterested in it. Or perhaps she is weighing its value. Her opinion of it all is intertwined with Richa’s questioning… all in all, the opening scene provides a backdrop for the film’s overall arc, which focuses on missed opportunities and online dating.
The greatest strengths of this short film though are mostly its depthful characters, and the actors who provide some stilted realism to them. It is thanks to this solid grounding that the film avoids becoming a cliche rom-com short, and furthermore, and overworked stylisation of one.
The ending of the short becomes somewhat muddled, with the remediation of a wedding video confusingly appearing as a cinematic sequence watched on a laptop screen… which sadly aborted the film’s overall realism. But hey ho – a bit of a cheesy ending never hurt anyone, and this particular flaw isn’t exclusive to Destiny, but is instead very much a present thing in most films made by large studios.
All and all, Vikkramm Chandirramani and his team deliver quite an impressive film, and it is one which has solid footing for a future step – Chandirramani definitely has the makings of a feature film within his characters alone.
We Need To Talk by Robert L Butler Jr
Robert L Butler Jr’s We Need To Talk is a feisty dramady headed by a fantastic performance by Butler himself.
One though must immediately highlight the film’s somewhat dated feeling – which is mostly provoked by the naughties styled photography of video recording. I don’t know when miniDV became dated, but it truely has entered that retrozone now, and is unavoidably out of style. Regardless of the film’s technological ‘look’, or rather its mechanical exercise of this, the actual imaging isn’t all that bad. Though some lighting, and a few more creative coverage could be exercised. Most of the film is very character focused, placing the camera in these ‘long take’ vantage points.
However, despite my throwing rocks at the film’s look or its technology, I must return to the original remark – this is a solid dramady with a very strong performance by Butler himself. One can’t help but wish to see another project made by him, one which would hopefully see him move away from the safety zones of simplistic theatrical filming to a more cinematic space, in which his work will eventually be elevated to a particular classier level, which he all so obviously deserves!
Holy Spirit (Directed by Mike Baran)
The opening scene of Holy Spirit is quite fantastic, and features an almost Claude Chabrol quality to it – sweeping shots of the countryside expand before us, a car travels heading somewhere, a few dramatic cuts, and a child before the image of Christ. This opening sets the tone of the film. Furthermore, this scenario helps establish the most successful element of Holy Spirit, which is its high polished images: the sequencing of which often build on a strong array of locales, bold iconography, and thematic elements.
There’s also the keen use of sound, which is fantastically balanced between being comically musical, and cleanly delivered dialogue, which thanks to the actors is well textured.
On the flip side though the film seems to lack much of any real emotional depth, this in part due to its handling of comedy and other genre cues, such as thriller and action motifs. Whilst some characters are likable, most aren’t. Furthermore, the film only seems to touch of its contextual set up – often dipping in with a soft touch in order to establish something, but never going into too much detail truly make it authentic. A part of me feels like the film somewhat lacked a tension which would drive the film forwards, one which was more forceful than its pastiche ‘beloved public figure turned killer’ plot.
None of this results in an exception film, nor does it result in a horrible one. Ultimately, Holy Spirit is a well executed film, and is perhaps best understood as an exercise in style over substance – which is completely recommendable.
The Guitar (Directed by Michael Boston)
For the most part, The Guitar, sails as one of the more polished and strong short film efforts we have seen here at TMBT Film Awards.
The fall though with this short is quite a minor one – excess. There’s an excess in content for a short film in my opinion – too much scale, and too many plots, for this runtime (Boston clearly is gearing up for a feature level now).
And perhaps, the second fault – no offence to Michael Boston with this, but its inability to measure up to, or be of the same flawless delivery of his previous submission to us – Dress Rehearsal.
Here though, unlike Dress Rehearsal, there is a specific dynamic between people. A community of sorts gather around Leo, a thin homeless being with a fantastic musical skill. It is a fantastic dynamic, and shows a real concern and understanding for the growing disassociation society has between those who ‘have’ and those that ‘don’t have’.
Though most of the film’s plot line tends to surround subplots, it is the dynamic between son and father, or perhaps socially comfortable persons and paraniahs – that drives the film’s success. One must add a commendation to Raquel Gallego, whose photography really helps capture a disenchanted locale, and a worn and tattered person in the centre of this landscape.
Michael Boston does here what he did in Dress Rehearsal in essence: he delivers a quality product steeped in a rough urban heart.
The Somnambulist (Directed by Duane Michals)
Duane Michals is back at it in the surreal powerhouse (we previously saw his glove fetish a few months ago). This time the focus seems to be very much on the circumstance of time, and its passing. An elderly man walks through an apartment opening rooms into metaphorical memories. The film on the surface sounds fairly shallow, but its strongest asset is its form: a steadfast dreamscape of moments intercut, almost like a silent film, overpower the first third of the film.
Here, almost like Ingmar Bergman’s opening for Persona, we are provided with a kaleidoscope of images which recall an earlier primitive form of cinema.
Though the editing of the film tends to be quite stylized to perfection, the budget of this project, as well as its overall execution, seems to lean heavily on the audience being forgiving towards this in lieu of its unusual template.
Where Michals’ previous short presented to us bolstered with a fairly original story, this one doesn’t – the scenes which make up The Somnambulist strongly recall the dream walks of Sophie Barthes’ Cold Souls, as well as the classic Being John Malkovich, but unlike those films, fails at the glossy delivery, or the blatant bold answer to a character’s existence.
Having said all of that, one has to admire Michals’ consistent surreal tone.
The Radicalization of Jeff Boyd (Directed by Uwe Schwarzwalder)
With a budget of $35,000, Uwe Schwarzwalder has done a great job with The Radicalization of Jeff Boyd. The film feels quite well rounded in terms of consistent image and performance quality, the script too seems to be quite well adjusted to its genre and tone, which slides along as one would hope to see in a production of this calibre. The cast, who carry quite a large array of characters, keep the film’s pace alive, most of whom have a great vocal gusto, which elevates the viewing experience.
The main fault of the film is its photographic style, and its particular choices in terms of frames and editing though, all of which tend to render the film’s style into the look and ‘feel’ of a TV show. This is mostly because of the cookie-cut routine of master and coverage, as well as the all too predictable repetition of particular scenes in terms of their determination: enter character x, x and y talk, y leaves. This isn’t to say that the film isn’t good, in fact – it is in a sort of a way a compliment: Schwarzwalder and his team have managed to produce work at such a consistent level, and with such a consistent vision, that the film itself slips away from any creativity that one would wish for in terms of the cinematic space. To achieve this level of consistency is hard, and quite rare in low budget films.
Overall the experience perhaps feels a tad dated, like a Hong Kong cop film which circulated just before the Hong Kong New Wave, The Radicalization of Jeff Boyd feels as if it belongs to a bygone era of film that no longer really exists in film (and perhaps does in TV). There’s a definite 80’s vibe about the film, be it in terms of its open thought-experiment plot line of politics mixed with social justice, or just the film’s tone and delivery. Overall it is quite satisfactory, and perhaps only looked upon with a harsh eye by those hardcore cinephiles that want more in terms of film style.