Friday, June 5, 2009

Shadows Winter Program Part 2 : The Big Bad World Beyond

Six cinematic dissertations on the proposal: people ain't no good even when they're god.

With a selection of short subjects.

Do you miss cinemas like the Lumiere, the Carlton Movie House and the Valhalla as much as I do? Well come along to Shadows, a screening of unusual and locally unavailable films every Friday over winter. Bursting with opinions? Stay afterward for good music and a drink at the bar.

The Place:

ABC Gallery is an ex warehouse/factory set deep in the heart of auld Collingwood, now serving as a Gallery for the painter Milos Manojlovic who also serves fine drinkables and worldly wisdom at the bar.

Location:
ABC Gallery 127 Campbell St Collingwood (See map at end of post or follow link to Google Maps with street view picture of the Gallery)
Melway Ref. 2C G8

Dvds projected on to a white wall. A selection of couches and tables. A bar with reasonable prices and a coffee machine.

All of these films will be accompanied by shorts. No shorts, no film.

"This ain't multiplex, this is gold class art house!" -- David Bowie, Diamond Dogs (paraphrase).

All that for a gold coin donation?
"Holy guacamole in a bowl of ravioli!" Pope Pius XV Celestine Decree



THE SCREENINGS



Friday July 24th 7.30 pm

THE RAPTURE
(USA 1992 100 mins.)

Michael Tolkin looks at Christianity as though it were a new age cult in this tale of religious mania.

Mimi Rogers plays Sharon, a woman whose purgatorial job at a call centre subsidises her equally purgatorial after hours hedonism. One evening, during a strenuous mixed doubles session she is fascinated by an elaborate tattoo of a pearl on a woman's back. Playing a hunch she approaches the secretive Christian group at work with the aim of quenching her curiosity. When they rather strangely resist her advances, her resolve is firmed and she begins to pursue the idea and, through a series of increasingly obsessive steps not only converts herself into a Christian zealot but drags her highly resistant boyfriend with her (a mulleted David Duchovny, pre X-files and a younger version of his Californication persona). As this new aspirant citizen of the New Jerusalem she is prepared to sacrifice anything she has for ... We're approaching the first plot twist so here endeth the lesson in the synopsis of the Rapture.

I always find literalised mythology enjoyable but here it gives me the creeps as much literalist relgious fanatics do. This film takes the problems of this phenomenon to the point of implosion with some extraordinary scenes straight out of Revelation and then a curious and disturbing imagining of the afterlife waiting for the apocalyptic Christian. The flipside of this, whether Sharon is insane is dealt with in a similar way to the film The Ugly (see Autumn program) in which the viewer is free to decide where the reason stops and the madness begins. There is a kind of sunlit cleanliness to Sharon's life as a convert which contrasts with her life at the beginning of the story where the smell of the bedrooms all but seeps from the screen, and then with the unwashed prophetess role she takes later.

This story is too saddening to be a satire (unlike Tolkin's other directorial feature The New Age, which is frequently hilarious) and even the bone pointed at religious zealotry seems to be held tremulously, however unforgiving it is. It is, however, a remarkable piece of work and might remind you of mid David Conenberg (Scanners or Videodrome) without the viscera but with plenty of heart.

Screens with:

The Amazing Screw-On Head
(USA 2006 22 mins)

Mixes steampunk with Lovecraftian dark fantasy to create a comedy that should have stretched into our loungerooms. Great animation. Greater spirit.





Friday July 31st 7.30 pm

[.REC]

(Spain 2008 75 mins.)

Angela, a young tv reporter working the purgatory shift for a reality series (While You're Asleep ;) that screens between the infomercials and phone sex ads, waits at a fire station for some true life action-drama. She gets it when the alarm sounds and the engines speed off to an apartment building in downtown Barcelona. No fire but the residents are outside their apartments confused and scared. One of them is upstairs going crazy. The firemen investigate and the first to get to the screaming lady in time to save her gets bitten in the neck by her. Back downstairs the general hubbub in the streets has increased but emergency teams have arrived on the scene and seal off the building and everyone in it with anti-contamination sheeting, a mobile phone signal blockage and a threat to shoot anyone who attempts to escape. So far so George Romero, right? Right, and if it kept gonig like that I'd be happy enough but it steps aside from the copycat assembly line. Not only does the pace cool down when it needs to refuel with a little depth here and there but the ideas keep coming, right up to the top of the stairs to the penthouse where ... well, come and see.

Blair Witch meets 28 Days Later, if you will, but this one has its own voice and at 75 mins is incapable of outstaying its welcome.

Recently remade for people who think subtitles are foreign disaster updates with the title Quarantine. See [.REC] it's the original.



Screens with:
A Warning to the Curious
(U.K. 1972 50 mins.)

BBC adaptation of ghostmaster M.R. James'creeper about digging for treasure and its costs.





Friday August 7th 7.30 pm

WISE BLOOD
(U.S.A. 1979 106 mins.)

John Huston's adaptation of Flannery O'Connor's whuppin' o' Serthren old time religion. Hazel Motes returns from war to find the south turned from his boyhood home to the festering pit of hypocrisy his experience forces him to see.

Brad Dourif, three years after stammering into the world's heart as Billy Bibbit in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, emerged into the spotlight of his sole leading role. It's difficult to think of anyone else from the time who could have played the mean spirited and angry Hazel Motes with such sympathy. Big daddy John Huston, himself, plays a Moses like preacher in both a dig at his own manly authority and southern big talkers he would have known from his adventurous upbringing. Ned Beatty only need to bring his trademark bluster to Onie J. Holey but he serves up a bit more. Harry Dean Stanton seems to be a hickory tree come to life as he delivers a religious message that seems to predate the Bible.


Screens with:

The Signalman

(U.K. 1976 37 mins.)


Charles Dickens eerie tale of a man with a job and a constant sense of impending doom. Denholm Eliot portrays a man whose intelligence and honesty are proving no match against forces he cannot name.



Sunday August 16th 5.30 pm

DARK WATER
(Japan 2002 101 mins.)

A high point of the J-horror genre (if not its pinnacle) kept the generic focus on the human centre of the story even more stubbornly than usual. This is the story of a mother's love for her daughter and how it is threatened not only by the worldly torments of a divorce process but by otherworldly threats as well. How much will this woman give up for her child? Come and see. It'll send a shiver down your spine.

Hideo Nakata kick-started J-horror with his adaptation of the novel Ring. Here he returns to the same author for his source material and builds something from it that reminds you of why Ring started its cultural shockwave but takes you further into the possibilities. Using the atmosphere of a rainy, overcast Tokyo and an apartment complex that seems to be dying of neglect, Nakata creates a world ruled by a constant mounting worry. There are few laughs in this world but the glimpses of warmth between mother and daughter are profoundly refreshing. They are also fleeting.

The survival of her abusive marriage, a nervous breakdown and her own parents' neglect is readable on the face of Hitomi Kuroki, whose beauty only reinforces this impression. Her deference to strangers and guarded physicality are reminiscent of an animal not daring to move in the face of danger. Her appearence in the film's coda is heart-rending.

More so than Ring (another mother/child story), Dark Water explores what might be at the heart of a good horror tale, the thing that beats despite the scares.


Screens with:

Whistle and I'll Come to You
(U.K. 1968 42 mins.)

Jonathon Miller's typically odd take on M.R. James' fable of the triumph of the irrational.
Michael Hordern's professor on holiday is so stuffed with learning that he is barely able to speak a sentence without parsing it. He finds a small whistle on one of his daily aimless seaside hikes. He puts it in his pocket and with it the most deeply destructive weapon against the control his reason gives him over the known world.




Sunday August 23rd 5.30 pm

THE WOMAN IN BLACK

(UK 1989 100 mins.)

The elements are all there. A young solicitor travels to a country manor house to settle the estate of a deceased spinster and attend her funeral. The figure of a woman dressed in black appears and reappears in churchyards and fields. At evening the causeway by the house is enveloped by fog and a cacophony of noises plays out, a coach crashes into the water by the road and a child screams for its mother until the silence of death takes over.

Arthur, the solicitor, pieces the mystery together from the spinster's papers, more unearthly events and what he can learn from the locals, and finds a very nasty story.

Nigel Kneale's adaptation of the novel of the same name adds early 20th century technology (wax cylinders) to allow the spinster to tell the tale in her own voice. While he's there in the period he has established (different from the novel) he also takes a little time to highlight the saddening plight of war veterans who have survived battle to face an even more futile fight for compensation. This adds poignancy to the tale's setting as well as serving to ground the character of Arthur in his professional world.

This is a decades-old British ghost story so you can be sure the atmosphere is kept to a misty chill: the less than welcoming fug of the village inn is a relief from the lonely stretching moors, breathless fog and light-sapped world of night outside the window. As tasty as pumpkin soup and crusty bread on a winter's day.

Screens with:

Franz Kafka's It's a Wonderful Life

(UK 1993 20 mins.)

It's Christmas Eve and all Frank Kafka wants to do is write a short story. There's a party downstairs and people keep knocking on the door for this or that trivial nonsense. If he weren't already blocked he'd be on his way to complete creative aridity. Cockroaches don't have it this bad.




Sunday August 30th 5.30 pm

VIY

(USSR 1967 78 mins.)

Old Russian folktale with many variants (my own babushka told me a terrifying version of it as a bedtime story once). This telling is a faithful adaptation of Nikolai Gogol's version and has his typical mix of eeriness, absurdism and rustic humour.

Khoma, a young and goofy seminary student is heading home for his holidays and is tricked by a witch into mortally wounding a young beauty (daughter of the local worthy from the medieval thugocracy -- don't point the finger at me, that's my ancestry, too) . Being a good seminarian, Khoma flees the scene, scurrying all the way back to the seminary. On his return he is immediately dispatched to preside over the corpse of .... yes, her ... for three nights running. He will really have to ditch that goofiness and pick up some faith if he wants to get by.

Late 1960s Soviet low budget fantasy. Don't expect CGI. Revel, rather in the big salad of backdrops, huge open country locations and some cheesy but very effective optical effects borrowed from theatre as much as the innovation-rich annals of Soviet cinema (eg. Medvedkin and Dziga Vertov, look 'em up).

Most of all, enjoy the telling of a great old samovar-side tale delivered with a lashings of the cheek and wicked delight of Nicky Gogol a voice in Russian literature who remains an influence on Russian storytelling to this day (even though he was Ukranian). "We have all come from beneath The Overcoat," said Dostoyevsky of NG's short story of that title. Lift it up yourself and take a peek.

Screens with:

Box

(Japan 2004 30 mins.)

Takeshi Miike of the breathtaking Audition presents a disturbing tale of circus life and literature. Is memory playing tricks or are tricks playing memory?




ABC Gallery Location

Google Maps with picture of Gallery

Monday, May 18, 2009

Shadows Winter Program Part 1: The Big Bad World


Six cinematic dissertations upon the proposition: people ain't no good.


With a selection of short subjects.




Do you miss cinemas like the Lumiere, the Carlton Movie House and the Valhalla as much as I do? Well come along to Shadows, a screening of unusual and locally unavailable films every Friday over winter. Bursting with opinions? Stay afterward for good music and a drink at the bar.

The Place:

ABC Gallery is an ex warehouse/factory set deep in the heart of auld Collingwood, now serving as a Gallery for the painter Milos Manojlovic who also serves fine drinkables and worldly wisdom at the bar.

Location:
ABC Gallery 127 Campbell St Collingwood (See map at end of post or follow link to Google Maps with street view picture of the Gallery)
Melway Ref. 2C G8

Dvds projected on to a white wall. A selection of couches and tables. A bar with reasonable prices and a coffee machine.

All of these films will be accompanied by shorts. No shorts, no film.

"This ain't multiplex, this is gold class art house!" -- David Bowie, Diamond Dogs (paraphrase).

All that for a gold coin donation?
"Holy guacamole in a bowl of ravioli!" Pope Pius XV Celestine Decree



S C R E E N I N G S


Friday 5th June 7.30


SUICIDE CIRCLE
(Japan 2002 95 mins.)


Ever wished the fans of that aurally indigestible pop idol would all hold hands and jump in front of a moving train? Now you can live the dream.

This is a film about looking for a dream and finding a nightmare. A few different things are happening in the Japan of the film: children are committing suicide in groups, a J-pop group's fame is escalating, bags of neatly folded squares of human skin are found at the scenes of the mass suicides, a web site counts off the incidents as a series of dots, like a web-based abacus.

Part hard-boiled police thriller, part J-horror, part savage satire on the state of Japanese youth culture, part .... See, it's just difficult to classify. From the weird ghost scene which works with the film (but still sticks out from it) to the lair of the pop terrorists and their leader's sudden launching into a glam rock ballad, this film should fall flat on its face at almost every turn but it just keeps gathering strength.

And that song is deadly catchy!



Screens with:

The Grandmother (short film by David Lynch) : a neglected young boy plants some seeds and grows a grandmother in a mound of earth in the attic. 34 mins.


Friday June 12th 7.30

5 MILLION YEARS TO EARTH (QUATERMASS AND THE PIT)
(U.K. 1967 98 mins.)

The mind that brought you alien invasion by DNA (Quatermass II) and ghosts as ancient recordings (The Stone Tape) here offers a strange tale of evolution, archeology and Satan. This adaptation of Nigel Kneale's Quatermass and the Pit does the seldom thinkable by being a cinematic remake (really a compression) of a television original that's pretty damn good.

A work gang drilling in a London tube station unearth an unexploded wartime bomb. When the army get in and clear the earth around it they find something that isn't from Earth, let alone Nazi Germany. Enter Professor Quatermass, a kind of proto Doctor Who (the original was written in the 50s), who has to battle the military mind with his boffin's one to get a look at the goodies underground. The object a spacecraft, not a weapon, contains the remnant of a creature whose presence at that geological level poses some weird and disturbing questions about life on Earth since the craft's prehistoric landing. When the answers to these questions begin taking physical form the London of 1967 stops swinging.

Kneale kept providing his public(intially British tv viewers)with intriguing propositions of life on this planet, mixing folklore, science (fact and fiction) and philosophy to create a meal that nourishes like broccoli but goes down like dessert. He departed this atmosphere last year and will continue to be missed. Part 2 of this winter program will feature his adaptation of a very fine ghost story made in the 1980s. Watch out for it in July or August.


Screens with:

PJ's Birthday Drinks. (Australia 2009) A little muted for some tastes but a keeper for all its avowed ephemerality.


Friday June 19th 7.30

NIGHTMARE ALLEY
(U.S.A. 1947 111 mins.)

A young carny sees two things that put a zap in him: an abject chicken-slaughtering "geek" and the backstage view of a clairvoyance act. One shows him the depths and the other a view to the heavens of fame and fortune. He befriends the rummy partner of the mentalist act and sleazily extracts the trade secret, learning it enough to take over at a carefully planned sudden opportunity. With the knowledge and the thrill of the con keeping him on fire he takes the act to increasing heights. Then he meets a dressed-to-kill dame at one of his shows who shows him a thing or two later. She's a psychiatrist, a good one, and is aroused in all sorts o' ways by the world of the con. He proposes a deal in which -- !? Raw chicken eating to deals with society shrinks? How does that work? Come and see.

Tyrone Power stepped down from his romantic-lead podium and into the world of this dark-hearted noir whose cynicism borders on the intimidating. You know where it's headed but you have to keep looking anyway. An unsung masterpiece from Hollywood's second darkest decade.




Screens with:
Two Men and a Wardrobe (Poland 1961 15 mins.)

Two men have a lot of trouble doing anything they want because no one wants anything to do with their companion, a large two door wardrobe. Roman Polanski's comedy of ostracism might have been a light and fluffy lesson and most of it is but then ... he was Roman Polanski! Still is.





Friday June 26th 7.30


BAXTER

(1989 France 82 mins.)

Now this is how you do a talking dog movie!

Baxter is a bull terrier who is .... a bull terrier. He's not a furry hero of our times who can warn the humans about earthquakes, fire or alien invasion, he cannot pilot a helicopter nor translate a crucial message written in Sanskrit, he doesn't even have a ability to distinguish between good guys and bad guys. He's just a bull terrier. But what a thing is a bull terrier.

The old lady he is meant to serve as a companion bores him to fury. Later, a couple who own him provide a glimpse of doggy heaven. Then they have a child which drives him to ... well, you'll see. After that he comes to know Charles, a withdrawn boy who reads wartime collabarateur magazines which he hides from the rest of his family.

Baxter isn't Cujo; when he's happy, he's happy, and when he's unhappy, he's unhappy. Not a trace of evil. And he's not Lassie; while he jumps at the chance to serve his dominators he doesn't go beyond the call of duty. He's just a bull terrier. His thoughts are delivered in a voiceover narration in the tones of a world-wise, Gauloise smoking, congac quaffing escapee from a particularly lightless Jacques Brel song. They intrigue, delight (it's a French film) and quite often chill the soul. In human form you might imagine him in anything from Breathless to Irreversible.

It's an animal film, does it get heartrending? Any film in which an animal meets the threat of violence or cruelty (ie all of them, including The Incredible Journey) can be heartrending. But Baxter is never mawkish (funny, gloomy, angering and terrifying, yes, but never mawkish).


I couldn't find a trailer for this one. There's another film called Baxter (which has a few youtube trailers and scenes) but it's an American romcom which would have a dvd cover with the characters leaning on each other and smiling against a plain white background and a title in thick garish block letters. You are going to be desolate and inconsolable if you come to this screening and think you're going to see that one.

Oh...the tagline of the French poster above translates as: "Beware of the dog that thinks." How completely bloody French is that?

Screens with:
The Steamroller and the Violin (USSR 1960 46 mins.)

Andrei Tarkovsky's graduate piece from his film studies is a moving story of the friendship the develops over the course of a single day between a shy road worker and a bullied boy. Made for Mosfilm's children's unit and released by them, The Steamroller and the Violin keeps things light, warm and digestible while Andrei gets working on the kind of imagery he would develop in his subsequent career as a filmmaker of his own kind. Reflections in water, the vast scale of Soviet city squares and architecture and the ruins from both the war and civic demolition fill the screen, adding weight to a story that while it didn't need it yet benefits from it.


Friday July 3rd 7.30

MAN OF FLOWERS
(Australia 1983 92 mins.)

Australian films hobbled into the 1980s using a tax break for support and kept hobbling. Through a series of ugly medication-derived hallucinations involving a lot of quirk and mark-missing social issues it had the occasional lucid vision. Visions splendid, in fact, to quote Clancy of the Overflow, like Bliss or Man of Flowers.

Aging Charles Bremmer finds an opportunity for heroism through his perversion. He's rich through inheritance and spends his days ingesting beauty through his eyes and ears as though it's an addiction. He's so removed from the more conventional means of physical satisfaction that his sole means of sexual release is achieved through a kind of art-directed voyeurism. The other side of this arrangement, a young woman is bound to a caveman with addictions of his own. "Things fall apart. The centre cannot hold."

Sounds sombre until you know that the script by Bob Ellis is both his most poignant and funny (as is his turn as the psychiatrist). Paranoid postman Barry Dickins' performance stops well short of caricature. Alyson Best's Lisa is delivered with strength and ache. Tony Llewellen-Jones protestant minister is a small part with a deadpan delivery that would make Hal Hartley green up. Patrick Cook (the era's wickedest Australian cartoonist) plays the kind of character he might have invented. Werner Herzog appears in super 8 flashback as an father with both a severe Teutonic authority and elastic ethics. And, finally, Norman Kaye the great craggy understatement of Australian screens big and small, is Charles, serious aesthete and borderline autistic who has trouble distinguishing good from bad beyond the fact that one sounds like music and the other sounds like noise. You dig? Characters, writing, good writing and sumptuous images. I can think of a few Australian films that I could use that last sentence on but they'd have to be ironic if applied to the great, crushing majority of them. You might find some scenes a little contrived and the sexual politics iffy but, trust me, films like this are good for you.

This film was shot in a fair few locations around Fitzroy and Collingwood so it'll be a neighbourhood movie.

Screens with:
Ako (Japan 1965 29 mins.)

Hiroshi Teshigahara made this strange mix of impressionism and abstraction tracing the day in the life of the young bakery worker of the title from waking in the morning, working and going on an aimless car ride with her friends at night. This is much more like the director's strange feature films (see also The Face of Another on next week and maybe Woman in the Dunes for the Spring Program). While the Film Board of Canada's commission had to do with gathering a slice of life from the various places where it sought films Teshigahara delved into the girl's aspirations, daydreams and fears often using disconnecting techniques like mistmatching dialogue and picture, mixing scenes from different parts of the day, ending up with something like a stream of consciousness recollection as Ako sorts through memories of still fresh events. By turns quiet and unassuming and cinematically bold, Ako is a gem.

Friday July 10th 7.30

THE FACE OF ANOTHER
(Japan 1966 124 mins.)

How much are we our faces? There are bedtime stories by the thousand that ask that question. The answer they deliver always seems to involve a happy ending as the folly of judging by surface is exposed and everyone grows a little. This film puts that fairytale to the test in a setting that knows about industrial accidents and the Atomic Bomb.

A man suffering severe facial injury (no, you don't get to see it) gets a synthetic face based on the mold of a stranger's. From the abjection his wife and the rest of the world have cast him, he rises with a vengeance armed with the kind of beauty that world reveres, ready to be guided by his darkest urges.

This is a social fable but it's also a Japanese movie so even the good aspects of life have a disappointing downward tug. There's a parallel plot involving a beautiful young woman but I'll let you discover that one for yourself.

Hiroshi Teshigahara worked very closely with composer Toru Takemitsu to produce a score of haunting and often eerie beauty, a decidedly non-western (ie not just eastern) soundscape.

Also, The Face of Another is the only film I've seen whose opening dialogue is delivered in x-ray.



Screens with:

All the Boys are Called Patrick (France 1959 21 Mins.)

The French New Wave's Mr Cool started with a few short comedies before tearing cinema a new one with Breathless, The Little Soldier, Bande a Part etc. etc. (and then gleefully tearing his coolness itself to shreds as he took on more politics and his filmmaking got more and more hostile to the mainstream that had started to absorb his m.o.) Anyway, this one shows how Jean-Luc was every bit a maison with comedy as he was with more serious fare. Not such a stretch if you consider how almost every film he made in the 60s contains a repeatably funny spoken joke. (the one in Alphaville is bloody wonderful).

Friday July 17th 7.30

MAX
(USA 2002 109 mins.)


Max Rothman (John Cusack) would be an artist but having lost an arm in World War I he is a little hampered. He stays close to art, though, by opening a gallery for new artists. It's Munich 1918 and modernism is about to go metal. Max's gallery is an ex railway station. His exhibition openings are wild with human beauty and creative ugliness and booze booze booze. Max takes delivery of a few cases of champagne (though it's probably sekt) from a scruffy delivery boy in a veteran's trenchcoat. They strike up a conversation and the younger man reveals his own artistic ambitions, intriguing Max by his intensity. Could be the next big thing? Max asks him to come back and chat more about his ideas. Maybe there's some gallery space to help him out. What was his name again? Corporal Adolf Hitler, 16th Bavarian Reserves.

Putting historical figures into fictions is done with an assumption that the audience knows how they'll turn out. Putting Hitler into a fiction and putting him this close to the audience travels to the edge. Noah Taylor's performance in the Reichsupstart's role is one he has not bettered. He is intense, complex, guarded and wound up like a seized alarm clock. Does this humanise him? It has to. He's not the Hitler of World War II and the Holocaust ... yet.

But Max does not attempt to explain Hitler. Nor does it suggest "it might have been..." What Hitler goes through in this story will only lead him further along the path we know he chose. What this story does is pose some questions about individuals, their potential and susceptibility to manipulation. And it rolls all that up into an engaging well-played movie. But remember the title: this is Max's story, not Hitler's.

Oh, and try and think of another film where you'd hear the line: "Come on, Hitler, let me buy you a lemonade."

See what you think.


Screens with:

La Cravate (France 1957 20 mins.)

Allejandro Jodorowsky adapts an absurdist sotry by Thomas Mann about the human desire to alter its appearance. The Young AJ is failing to woo his beloved and visits a shop selling live human heads to see if he can improve his luck.

The clowning and mime that make all too brief appearances in his more celebrated feature films are centre stage here, serving as a reminder that for all his cinematic daring Jodorowsky was at heart a performer equally comfortable busking for francs or directing surrealist epics.




ABC Gallery Location

Google Maps with picture of Gallery

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Autumn Program March to May 2009

NEW! EXTRA SCREENINGS IN MAY! See below.


Do you miss cinemas like the Lumiere, the Carlton Movie House and the Valhalla as much as I do? Well come along to Shadows, a screening of unusual and unavailable films every Friday (from May 8th). Bursting with opinions? Stay afterwards for good music and a drink around the bar.

Location:
ABC Gallery 127 Campbell St Collingwood (See map at end of post or follow link to Google Maps with street view picture of the Gallery)
Melway Ref. 2C G8

Dvds projected on to a white wall. A selection of couches and tables. A bar with reasonable prices and a coffee machine.

All but one of these screenings will be accompanied by an episode from the original Rod Serling Twlight Zone and something from the bizarre verite 90s series The Forbidden Files (or Documents Interdits, if you drink coffee from a bowl in the morning and smoke secretly imported Gauloise cigarettes).

"This ain't multiplex, this is gold class art house!" -- David Bowie, Diamond Dogs (paraphrase).

All that for a gold coin donation?
"Holy guacamole in a bowl of ravioli!" Pope Pius XV Celestine Decree (paraphrase)


Friday March 6 9pm.

SECONDS (USA 1966 100 mins)
Arthur, an American white-collar fading into old age is called by a long dead friend who offers him a second go at youth. Like a Twilight Zone episode that grew into a movie when no one was looking, Seconds uses the extra time to add depth to what easily might have been left as a fable. While the story does go where you think it will, the ending plays like Kafka.

The film that spooked Brian Wilson so much that he stopped work on the Smile album and didn't see a film at a cinema until E.T. came out almost 20 years later (well there were a few things contributing to that but this was one of them).



Screens with:

The After Hours(Twilight Zone episode) 25 mins.

The Extra Terrestrial(Forbidden Files episode) 6 mins.




Friday March 20 8 for 8.30.


KOUREI (USA 1999 118 mins)

Kiyoshi Kurosawa's take on Seance on a Wet Afternoon saw him inverting the central plot point with unnnerving results. Junco, a genuine psychic, is trying to start a career helping police investigations. This isn't easy as she faces skepticism from all sides including from within her strained marriage. When fortune throws an opportunity into her lap to reverse all of this the slow fuse of disaster is lit.

Another filmmaker might have been happy to plug into the then emerging J-Horror genre and leave it there. Kurosawa (no relation to Akira) dug deep into the realistic human side so that when bizarre things happen they look like natural phenomena. Made for TV but you wouldn't know it.



Screens with:
Little Girl Lost (Twilight Zone Episode ) 25 mins.

The Witch (Forbidden Files episode) 3 mins.



Friday April 3 7.30 for 8.00 pm

THE CONFORMIST (Italy 1970 100 mins)
Marcello has a compromising past which he tries to escape by folding himself into respectable bourgeois society. Trouble is that society happens to be Mussolini's Italy. Digging in deep enough to try a career with the secret police his first assigment is to assassinate his old mentor (now living in exile in Paris with one of Marcello's old flames). Toeing the line was never so difficult.

Europe was not quite in the clear in 1970, despite general appearences. Bernado Bertolucci's tale was told within living memory of Italian Fascism and current memory of the May 68 uprising in Paris. The terrorism-plagued Munich Olympics were less than two years away. This film joins The Damned and more extreme fare as Salon Kitty and Salo in offering a tough reminder of what has lain beneath the civilised exterior of Europe.



Screens with:

And When the Sky Was Opened (Twilight Zone episode) 25 mins.

The Crowns and the Youngs (Forbidden Files episode) 5 mins





Friday April 17 7.30 for 8.00 pm


THE SPIRIT OF THE BEEHIVE(Spain 1973 99 mins.)
Spain late 1930s. Ana and her sister Isabel go to see Frankenstein at the village town hall. Ana is haunted by the scene where the monster first plays with the little girl and then throws her into the lake. Trying to sleep that night she is teased by her sister who tells her that the monster lives in an abandoned building on a nearby farm. So, Ana, five years old like the actor playing her, goes looking for him.

A film as quiet and patient as a child's concentration but with all the colour and wonder as well. Victor Erice's strange tale of childhood is set just after Franco came to power in Spain and made just before his death released the country from Fascism.



Screens with:

TBA




Friday May 1st 7.30 for 8.00 pm


THE UGLY (New Zealand 1998 93 mins)
Silence of the Lambs ushered in Hollywood's 1990s and at regular intervals the new(ish) serial killer genre fell into formula with each new entry featuring a viler human monster and a more maverick genius detective. The best of any genre are its exceptions. Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer left the police out and kept the realism grim. Seven loved being mainstream but kept the puritanical moralising in the mouth of the monster. And then there was The Ugly.

Scot Reynolds' late 1990s film starts so far in formula you can almost smell the packaging it came in. But after the cliches of the opening scene have settled a new film starts to emerge as though coming out of a shed skin. The weedy Simon's account of his crimes is told in an increasingly involved stream of consciousness that is not always anchored by visual references to the present. Soon enough it's difficult to say how much of what we are seeing is intended as real and how much is derangement and, if so, whose derangement. The ending, told with a single old fashioned effect but mostly light and shadow, refuses easy answers.



Screens with La Jetee Chris Marker’s short film told mostly in stills. The inspiration for Terry Gilliam’s 12 Monkeys (France 29 mins.)



Friday May 8th 7.30 for 8.00 pm

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The Beguiled (USA 1970 105 mins)
A wounded Union soldier wanders into the grounds of a school full of giggling southern belles. Sounds like a porno but it’s one of the creepiest westerns ever made. Crime and action director Don Siegel and action hero Clint Eastwood take a slower path here, through a tale of increasingly dark areas (I guess that sounds like a porno, too, it still isn't, but).

The late 60s and early 70s saw a lot of changes made to the western movie. So much that they are considered their own genre, the revisionist western. Films like McCabe and Mrs Miller pursued an iconoclastic path to something more like the real old west at the same time as bringing the moral complexities of the traditional western into the light of the Vietnam War generation. Well, this isn't one of those.


PS -- not that I should know but doesn't Clint look like Wolverine in the still of the clip below?

Screens with:

TBA


Friday May 15 7.30 for 8.00 pm


LITTLE MURDERS (USA 1971 110 mins)
Alfred, a young self proclaimed apathist, is wrenched by an overachiever girl into society. He goes along with this, suffering one of the most intimidating meet-the-folks scenes outside of the one in Eraserhead. He even accepts her proposal of marriage. The city they live in is breaking down, power outages take on a kind of rhythm, victims of assault fall down subway steps like litter, and the homicide rate is rising to epidemic levels. Flight or fight? The choice has never been less obvious in a film, even a comedy as black as this.

Directed by Alan Arkin (gloriously over the top as a detective soaring into hysteria)and featuring a young Donald Sutherland as a hip priest. Arkin had starred in Catch 22 the year before and Elliot Gould and Sutherland in MASH (also 1970). These two films heavily criticised U.S. involvement in Vietnam through the filter of other wars. Little Murders might well be thought of as the home front version of those.

Absurdism verite? Romblacom? You decide.



Screens with:

It’s a Good Life (Twilight Zone episode USA 1962) 25 mins.



The Picnic (Forbidden Files episode) 5 mins.



Friday May 22nd 7.30 for 8.00 pm

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Another Heaven (Japan 2000 132 mins)
There was once a terrific taut sci-fi thriller called the Hidden in which a young FBI agent pursued a nasty body-hopping entity with a taste for ultra-violence and power. Then a few years after J-horror was born, this film comes out which tells the story of a nasty body-hopping entity with a taste for ultra-violence and power. But this is neither remake nor ripoff as it diverges from the path of the earlier film into far more complex territory. Hell of a ride.



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TBA


Friday May 29th 7.30 for 8.00 pm

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Network (USA 1976 120 mins)

“Because you’re on television, dummy.”

Howard Beale goes from failing news anchor to ratings-ruling prophet in a tale from over thirty years ago that could be about the pre-packaged reality of today’s tv. The reason that Paddy Chayefsky’s tirelessly witty script does not fail as a futuristic scenario is that he wrote it from the anger left him by his past experience in network television rather than anything he had to forsee.

The mid-70s dream cast of Peter Finch (a posthumous Best Actor Oscar) William Holden (elegant gravitas) , Fay Dunaway (connoisseur wickedness and scary vulnerability), Robert Duvall (about the same time as his star turn in Apocalypse Now, a bull in charge) and Ned Beatty (fatherly and terrifying) give everything they have as actors with such a treasury of great dialogue.

This one *is* available locally but as it’s one of my favourite films that less than half of my friends have seen I’m putting it up for Shadows for your delectation. Seen it? See it again. It only gets better.

Oh, and watch for a very young Tim Robbins towards the end of the film.



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TBA



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