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![]() Best of the Fest Masterpieces and other highlights of the Chicago Film Festival
Among journalists who go to lots of festivals, the canard of the
2005-2006 box-office blahs has given way to one of the 2006
film-festival blues: so much disappointment spread across so many
movies.
The forty-second edition of the Chicago International Film Festival,
drawing from thirty countries and probably just as many festivals
earlier in the year--Berlin, Rotterdam, Cannes, Venice, Toronto,
Telluride, with just a splash of Sundance, has a selection of 112
features and documentaries; the best of which I've seen or heard about
are listed below. The range is daunting, but with lots of good stuff.
Full information is at chicagofilmfestival.com.
Nuri Bilge Ceylan, the Turkish director of the mordant "Distant"
truants with "Climates," a story of the fissures in a relationship,
played by Ceylan and his younger wife, and shot using high-definition
video for its visual potential. Another movie driven by his look would
be Pen-ek Ratanaruang's Thai "Invisible Waves," a moody bit of
mystery
shot by Chris Doyle, who also collaborated on Ratanaruang's earlier,
darkly comic "Last Life in the Universe." Among the most experimental
of Asian filmmakers is SAIC grad Apichatpong Weerasethakul, who's
represented by another bifurcated narrative, "Syndromes and a
Century." Controversial, prolific South Korean auteur Kim Ki-Duk's
"Time" takes on extreme plastic surgery; photographer Lauren
Greenfield's doc, "Thin," examines anorexia and bulimia with
compelling force.
There's strong advance word on Christopher Smith's English
horror-comedy "Severance," pitting corporate arms dealers against
angry soldiers; a more serious war pic is the French-Algerian
"Indigenes" (Days of Glory) by Rachid Bouchareb, following four
Northern African soldiers fighting to liberate France in the closing
days of World War II. Claude Chabrol's "Comedy of Power" also comes
with gleeful advance word in a corporate satire based on a French
Enron-like scandal, starring a reportedly "brittle" Isabelle Huppert.
97-year-old Manoel de Oliveira's forty-first film, "Belle Toujours,"
is a sequel to Luis Bunuel's "Belle de Jour," and reportedly a
treat.
"Street Thief," by Malik Bader, documents a young Chicago criminal's
life with impressive conviction (and narrative audacity). Hong Kong's
Johnny To is one of the great contemporary action directors, capping
off
his "Election" trilogy with "Triad Election."
Among up-and-coming directors, the festival's programmed "The
Aura," the second feature by the recently deceased Fabien Bielinsky
("Four Queens"), a moody, lovingly visual thriller about taxidermy,
guilt and blackmail, set mostly in an Argentine forest. Claudia
Llosa's
"Madeinusa" is a sumptuous, vibrant bit of Peruvian magical realism;
"Madeinusa" is the name of Llosa's female protagonist. Joey Lauren
Adams' "Come Early Morning" pits an older female protagonist, played
by Ashley Judd, as a woman in her thirties still struggling to define
life and love for herself; the Arkansas setting (Adams' stomping
grounds) is alternately amusing and clichéd, yet the performances hold
sweet sorrow. Jeff Lipsky's "Flannel Pajamas," a contemporary
romantic
drama with some very funny moments, is an infuriating mix of the awful
and the inspired, and drearily shot and designed. Still, Julianne
Nicholson's performance is her best yet, and there's an impressively
bold scene where she's naked for long moments against a New York City
sky that took at least a modicum of bravery.
True melancholy can be found in James Longley's beautifully shot act
of witness, "Iraq in Fragments," following the lives of three
children
during the early stages of the war. The Flaming Lips-scored
"Summercamp!" by Bradley Beesley and Sarah Price promises to be more
optimistic. For optimism of another kind, I'm looking forward to the
unpreviewed "Dixie Chicks: Shut Up and Sing," by Barbara Kopple and
Cecilia Peck. The one movie I've seen that I would call a masterpiece
is
Russian émigré Julia Loktev's fiercely controlled, compellingly
opaque,
gorgeously austere "Day Night Day Night," which quietly, methodically
observes a polite, tiny young woman of indeterminate ethnicity (who
speaks with flat American inflection) in the hours before embarking on
a
suicide bombing in an unnamed city. (Loktev says she was inspired by a
female Chechen bomber's story.) There's tension, absurdity, comedy
and
ultimately, silence. What are her politics? Who are her compatriots?
Loktev's background is documentary and video installation, and much of
her prior work depends on banality and repetition, yet as shot handheld
in HD video by Benoît Debie ("Irreversible"), the features of her
unnamed protagonist (Luisa Williams) attain as much power as
Falconetti's in Dreyer's "Joan of Arc." When you realize where she
is
and what she intends to do, all you can do is watch her face and what
Loktev gives you is her character's face: sharp-featured, haunted,
beautiful, lost, ready to die, ready to kill. Leslie Schatz's
imaginative sound design is a glossary of how to create imagery without
visuals, another part of Loktev's clinical intimacy. "Day Night Day
Night" a stunner like nothing else I've seen this year.
Also by Ray Pride Who Would Jesus Kill?
Tip of the Week
The Last Picture
Tip of the Week
Delish
Threeness Abounds
Tip of the Week
Truth, Justice and the American Way
Tip of the Week
Mirror Mirror
The Grand Illusion
Tip of the Week
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