The Hunger Games

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Movie review by Greg Carlson

Suzanne Collins’ mighty young adult turned crossover publishing phenomenon “The Hunger Games” arrives in theatres as the franchise heir apparent to book series-to-screen juggernauts like “Harry Potter” and “Twilight.” With a ready-made fan base eager to see heroic Katniss Everdeen come alive in the person of Jennifer Lawrence, “The Hunger Games” will almost certainly make a very big star out of its talented lead. Lawrence’s Oscar-nominated work in “Winter’s Bone” runs in thematic parallel to the flinty “girl on fire,” a resourceful, intelligent, and welcome female leader in a world dominated by male action heroes.

Classifiably critic-proof, the release of “The Hunger Games” movie has already launched a library of interpretation, from critiques of clueless, racist Twitter users flabbergasted that certain characters (Rue in particular) are not played by white actors to iron-willed defenses of Koshun Takami’s “Battle Royale” as the unsung – and, until recently, largely unacknowledged – origin of Collins’ core story elements. Collins denied familiarity with “Battle Royale” in a detailed “New York Times” profile by Susan Dominus, shrewdly identifying the ancient Greek myth of Theseus and the Minotaur as her inspiration, but as Irene Peter quipped, “ignorance is no excuse, it’s the real thing.”

Certainly, dystopian fiction featuring life and death consequences did not originate with Takami’s novel, and “The Hunger Games” owes additional debts to Orwell’s “1984,” Jackson’s “The Lottery,” and Connell’s “The Most Dangerous Game,” to name just three items on a growing list of suggested influences. But whether one reads the novel as a protest of economic disparity between rich and poor, an expose of societal dependency on lowest-common-denominator reality television, an exploration of the horrors of war, or simply as an allegorical corollary to the real and imagined struggles of adolescence, “The Hunger Games” is elastic enough to withstand a variety of wide-ranging interpretations.

The production design, special effects, and costumes place “The Hunger Games” somewhere between “Twilight” and “Harry Potter” on the scale of visual value. The computer generated images of the galloping quadrupeds known as mutts outpace the werewolves of Forks, Washington, but the garish fright wigs and pancake makeup favored by the faux-aristocratic denizens of the imperial headquarters are deliberately redolent of foppish French Revolution-era aristocrats, and the enterprise often feels surprisingly cheap. With the ironic exception of the scenes in which Stanley Tucci’s Caesar Flickerman interviews the ill-fated tributes on television, many of the Capitol sets resemble something from made-for-TV movies.

Stylistically, “The Hunger Games” falters in its nausea-inducing handheld camerawork, a poor choice that offers no deep insight into the omnipresent media coverage demanded by the bloodthirsty Big Brothers of the Capitol – other than to serve as a weak reminder that nearly everything we see is presumably being captured for broadcast. Additionally, the demands of the film’s PG-13 rating drain the blood from Collins’ visceral descriptions of death in the arena. In place of the stark immediacy of the text, Ross dances around the horrors of children killing children, cutting away or staying in close to avoid showing any detail that might run afoul of the MPAA (the depiction of the tracker jacker attack is particularly flimsy and ineffective). One supposes there is some kind of insincerity suggested by the movie’s compromise position, but the broken state of the movie ratings system offers no alternative for a massive, mainstream release.

 

A Separation

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Movie review by Greg Carlson

Riveting, humane, and vibrantly alive with closely observed detail, Asghar Farhadi’s “A Separation” showcases dimensions of contemporary Iran that few Americans could imagine while at the same time remaining steadfastly universal. Tumbling headlong through a series of increasingly contentious legal dilemmas, Farhadi’s restless, urgent storytelling – captured in crowded frames by cinematographer Mahmoud Kalari – bounces between domestic and municipal locations as a painful and complex examination of marriage, parenthood, caregiving, class, gender, and adolescence consolidates into the kind of masterful cinematic storytelling crafted by the great Italian neorealist filmmakers of the 1940s.

The first Iranian motion picture to win the Academy Award for Best Foreign Language Film and the Golden Bear for Best Film at the Berlin International Film Festival,  “A Separation” deposits the viewer in the middle of a searing standoff between middle class Tehran spouses Nader (Peyman Moaadi) and Simin (Leila Hatami), at odds over Simin’s desire to move the family out of the country to provide better opportunities for their child Termeh (Sarina Farhadi, the filmmaker’s daughter). Nader refuses to leave his aging father, whose struggle with Alzheimer’s disease makes constant supervision a necessity, and the bitter standoff only signals more rough times ahead.

Simin moves in with her parents, and Nader hires the pregnant Razieh (Sareh Bayat), who illegally hides the employment from her husband Hodjat (Shahab Hosseini), as a housekeeper and caretaker. Misunderstandings and poor choices lead to tragic results, and Nader and Razieh find themselves entangled in an escalating series of accusations that place their loved ones under tremendous stress. Farhadi filters a great deal of the film’s point of view through the perspective of Termeh, whose childhood disappears bit by bit every time she is called upon to make grown-up decisions.

Delivered with the precision plotting of a procedural, “A Separation” unveils an agenda less concerned with uncovering a single truth than with recognizing the shades of gray that complicate strict interpretations of the law. As we watch Simin struggle with the obstinate, unmovable Nader, Farhadi observes parallel husband/wife discord between Razieh and Hodjat, whose own young daughter provides an additional visual echo between the two families. While the class divide between the sets of couples implies different types and sources of friction, Farhadi constructs a unified, parallel study of gender-dependent predicaments.

“A Separation” resists black-and-white reductionism, and Farhadi’s shrewd objectivity makes room for disparate readings. More conservative viewers, and one presumes some of the Iranian power brokers who originally endorsed the movie’s Oscar candidacy, might readily identify the film’s wrenching events as a blistering critique of divorce. Others will certainly see the story as a reminder that restrictive conditions for women exacerbate problems in a church-and-state linked society. Brilliantly, Farhadi retains all the familiar, recognizable messiness of life without overtly passing judgment on the individuals who populate his movie. This ambiguity, reminiscent of Yimou Zhang’s 1990s work with Li Gong (another instance in which tension between artist and regime was publicized in the West), has made for interesting news items in the wake of Farhadi’s awards season successes: Ethan Sacks reported in the “New York Daily News” on March 12, 2012 that Iranian government officials had canceled a planned celebration of “A Separation.”

John Carter

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Movie review by Greg Carlson

Everything good that director Andrew Stanton brought to the lauded “WALL-E” in 2008 is completely absent in the dreadful “John Carter,” a frustrating, soulless sarcophagus of a movie that feels even longer than its already bloated 132-minute length. Released one century after Edgar Rice Burroughs’ primary source material “A Princess of Mars” began its serial debut in the pulpy “The All-Story,” “John Carter” was nearly made into an animated feature pitched by legendary artist Bob Clampett in the 1930s (a brief glimpse of Clampett’s test footage can be found on YouTube). The “John Carter” we get unspools like the doughy offspring of George Lucas’ “The Phantom Menace,” and never escapes the affectation of a copy of a copy of a copy.

Civil War-era Virginian John Carter (Taylor Kitsch), presumably hunting for gold in Arizona, stumbles upon the means to teleport himself to Mars, and there encounters a convoluted political struggle pitting several factions and species against one another. Allegiances shift with little explanation, and Carter – along with the viewer – hurtles himself headlong into the fracas without stopping to ask any substantive questions. Inexplicably, Stanton pauses for flashback scenes in which Carter recalls the loss of his family on Earth, the shots bearing an eerie resemblance to similar components in “Cowboys & Aliens.”

So much of what resembles story development in “John Carter” rolls by without any differentiation in emotional urgency that every single scene blends together in a kind of cinematic white noise. Carter’s humanness allows him to negotiate the gravitational fields of Mars like a miraculous flea, but the computer-enhanced weightlessness only calls to mind the same ridiculous gag in Ang Lee’s stupefying “Hulk.” The four-armed mantis-esque alien race known as Tharks (voiced by talents like Willem Dafoe, Samantha Morton, and Thomas Haden Church) aren’t as pretty as James Cameron’s Na’vi, despite the similarities in their height and impossibly svelte waistlines.

Laughable dialogue is belched in every scene, and while several dozen lines contend for most embarrassing status, Lynn Collins probably won’t be adding “We may have been born worlds apart, but I know you, John Carter” to her audition reel. Mark Strong plays main heavy Matai Shang, a shape-shifting immortal whose reasons for doing just about anything are as hazy as the Martian horizon. Strong, whose villainous skill suggests a modern-day Basil Rathbone, can make even the most mechanical dialogue menacingly convincing, and he is certainly stuck with some of the script’s foulest sentences.

Despite much aping of “Avatar,” “John Carter” opts out of an interspecies romance between Carter and the Thark warrior Sola (Morton), whose storyline consists principally of a lukewarm recognition of father-daughter bonds in a culture otherwise unable or unwilling to recognize paternity. Instead, Carter’s less interesting love interest is Collins’ Dejah Thoris, the plucky princess whose experiments with some convoluted energy source called the Ninth Ray might be the key to the Red Planet’s survival. Both Kitsch and Collins are appropriately comely and sculpted, but despite the obvious design debt to Frank Frazetta’s paintings and illustrations – the visual standard by which any adaptation of “John Carter” will be measured – the flesh and blood incarnations can’t summon the same kind of wonderment captured in Frazetta’s brushstrokes.

Wanderlust

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Movie review by Greg Carlson

Comic journeys in which out-of-touch yuppies follow their bliss are many in number, and often trace their roots to Hy Averback’s 1968 “I Love You, Alice B. Toklas!,” a groovy Peter Sellers vehicle penned by Paul Mazursky and Larry Tucker in which an uptight lawyer falls under the spell of a prototype Manic Pixie Dream Girl. In “Wanderlust,” David Wain and Ken Marino update the rough contours of the scenario as a commentary on the current economic climate’s anti-corporate occupation attitude. Unlike Sellers’ soon-to-be-wed square, Paul Rudd’s character is already married, but both “Toklas” and “Wanderlust” play with the fantasies of free love before reinforcing the values of commitment and the middle path.

Rudd and Jennifer Aniston are George and Linda, a couple unable to make the payments on their West Village “microloft” when HBO passes on Linda’s foul penguins with testicular cancer doc and George gets the boot from his suit and tie operation. Accepting defeat, the protagonists pack their bags and head for the humiliation of the Atlanta McMansion owned by George’s portable toilet mogul brother Rick (co-writer Ken Marino), a brilliantly coarse jackass. Unable to cope with Rick’s alpha male autocracy, George and Linda decide to return to the Elysium Bed and Breakfast where they stayed en route to Rick’s monstrosity.

The dwellers at Elysium, an “intentional community” that operates like the halcyon ideal of a world where Charles Manson never happened, happily share everything from chores to possessions to each other’s bodies, and “Wanderlust” makes hay with George’s discomfort when his car is abused and his personal privacy invaded (the end credit outtakes from the toilet scene featuring Jordan Peele are hysterical). Malin Akerman’s cheerfully sunny sexual availability (“Think about being inside me”) pushes George to the limit of self-control. When Linda insists that George take advantage of Eva’s offer, his mirror monologue as he practices painfully awkward seduction talk develops into a tour de force display of fearless humiliation. Rudd deserves some kind of award for it.

Wain’s accomplished supporting cast includes veteran Alan Alda as the aging commune founder, Joe Lo Truglio (who appeared at the Fargo Film Festival in “High Road” and live on stage during the closing night improvisation show “Celebrity) as a nudist winemaker/aspiring writer whose earnest dreams of success are as outsize as his manhood, and Justin Theroux in what may be his best screen work to date. Theroux’s confident, patronizing alpha act is perfect, and a goofy scene in which he scorches Rudd’s hopeless acoustic guitar attempt on the Spin Doctors’ “Two Princes” in a music circle is one of many funny sketches in which he excels.

Accompanying tropes of the genre provide fodder for gags, with the “intoxication ensues” device a centerpiece echoing the memorable pot brownie feast that sends Sellers into psychedelic overdrive. Aniston tripping her ass off doesn’t quite measure up to the “Toklas” standard, but Wain fools around with some loopy visual effects that approximate what the character sees in her altered state. Generally, Aniston is outpaced by the improvisational veterans surrounding her (the Wain-Michael Ian Black-Michael Showalter triumvirate appear in a terrific cameo), but “Wanderlust” affably suggests that we still might be able to find a few more laughs sending up the era that the film’s target audience never experienced firsthand.

Rich Sommer Interview

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Interview by Greg Carlson

Actor Rich Sommer is best known for playing Harry Crane on “Mad Men,” but his extensive performing credits include appearances on “The Office,” “Curb Your Enthusiasm,” “CSI,” “Law & Order,” “Without a Trace,” “Ugly Betty,” “Nikita,” and “Burn Notice.” He made his feature film debut in “The Devil Wears Prada.”

This week Sommer returns to Fargo-Moorhead, where he graduated from Concordia College, as a special guest of the Fargo Film Festival. Along with Matt Walsh, Sommer will be headlining “Celebrity,” the closing night event of the film festival on Saturday, March 10.

 

Greg Carlson: I read that you made haunted houses as a kid. What was your best ever Halloween costume?

Rich Sommer: My mom usually made our costumes. They were pretty great. I think the family favorite is when I was a magician, and my brother was a rabbit popping out of a hat. She also made a Kermit costume that was a hit. She is crafty. Now she makes costumes for our kids. It’s a nice nostalgia buzz.

 

GC: Did you perform as a kid?

RS: Kind of. I was Johnny Tremain in the Newberry Elementary School production of “Johnny Tremain” when I was six. Otherwise, just school and church plays. I didn’t take any of it too seriously.

 

GC: What movie do you know by heart?

RS: “Dumb & Dumber.”

 

GC: Your ardent followers know you love board games. Which is your favorite?

RS: Die Macher, which no one reading this has ever heard of.

 

GC: Did you read comic books growing up?

RS: A little bit, but not with any consistency. There was an issue of Batman where he runs into this vampire girl and her parents are dead and it was terrifying.

 

GC: Your Fargo-Moorhead fans would love to hear an interesting anecdote or memory from your time at Concordia.

RS: There are too many to mention. Walks to Mick’s Office from campus, performing in a tiny room at Noah’s Coffee with my improv group, that tiny Statue of Liberty across the bridge. It’s all rolling around in there.

 

GC: You met your wife in Cleveland in graduate school. How were you introduced to one another? Was it love at first sight?

RS: We were two of an eight-member class. I thought she was a knockout, but we didn’t hit it off right away. It wasn’t until about halfway through our time in Cleveland that we even acknowledged any interest in one another.

 

GC: The actor’s life means maintaining some wild hours. What are some of the things you do to balance career with being a father and husband?

RS: The nice thing is that mine is not a nine-to-five job. I usually work two or so days a week at “Mad Men,” and am around the rest of the time. When I’m traveling, it’s harder. Lots of FaceTime and phone calls. I miss them a lot.

 

GC: Can you tell us a little bit about Matt Walsh and Celebrity? What can we expect to see on stage Saturday night at the Fargo Film Festival?

RS: Matt Walsh is one of the founders of the Upright Citizens Brigade, an improv group and school with theaters in New York and Los Angeles. He is one of my idols, basically. He asked me a while ago if I would host a new stage show he had come up with called “Celebrity.” It’s a stage version of a popular party game. What can you expect Saturday? We have no idea. We are doing an approximation of our show, which is already an approximation of a real show. So expect a couple guys grasping for straws. And it might even be funny.

 

GC: What will you be doing for the March 25 premiere of the fifth season of “Mad Men”?

RS: I’ll be with my wife’s family in Minnesota. I can’t wait.

The Power of Two

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Interview by Greg Carlson

“The Power of Two,” the honorable mention recipient in the documentary feature category of the 2012 Fargo Film Festival, will be screened on Wednesday, March 7 at 10:30 a.m. (followed by a lunch panel) and 7 p.m.

Twins Ana and Isa Stenzel, along with producer Andrew Byrnes and director Marc Smolowitz, will be in Fargo for the events. Greg Carlson talked to the team about their experiences making the film.

 

GC: The book project was an undertaking by itself. At what point did the idea for a feature length documentary really germinate and move from thought into action?

Andrew Byrnes: Marc came up with the idea to make a documentary inspired by Isa and Ana’s memoir shortly before the twins were set to tour Japan in fall 2009 to support the publication of the Japanese version of their book. I knew Marc as an Academy Award-nominated documentarian through mutual philanthropic work in San Francisco. I approached him to inquire whether he knew of anyone in Japan who could film a few of Ana and Isa’s speeches during their 26 day, 10 city tour.

They had been rehearsing night and day to deliver in Japanese 19 speeches about cystic fibrosis and organ transplantation, which is rare and controversial in Japan. Marc was intrigued and asked to read their memoir.  He quickly contacted us and said that he wanted to be the one to film the twins in Japan, and that not only would the story make a powerful documentary but could be the center of a global call to action around organ donation and cystic fibrosis awareness. Less than three months later we were in Japan for the first shoot of the film!

 

GC: Ana and Isa have always been together and Andrew entered the picture years ago. How did Marc become involved?

Marc Smolowitz: I fell in love with Ana and Isa as writers and as characters when I read their co-authored memoir. I see Ana and Isa as both ordinary and extraordinary women, which reminds us that we often see such humbling and familiar contrasts in our own lives. They are entirely approachable yet somehow also bigger than life. Ultimately, it is their twin bond that resonates on-screen with immense power — the kind that transcends boundaries of culture, race and nation.

I look forward to sharing Ana and Isa’s stories of survival with the world. I am quite sure that audiences will embrace them with the same openness and excitement that they themselves bring to every day. For me, it truly has been a highlight of my life and career to make this film. I have learned so much about what it means to be an advocate for something bigger than myself.

 

GC: The production spent significant time on the road to collect all the necessary footage. How many miles did you log? How did you balance the demands of the shoot with personal and professional lives?

AB: We logged lots of miles!  We shot over 240 hours of footage in 27 cities in three countries.  In terms of “balance” (quotes intentional), the project really became my baby, consuming lots of my waking hours outside of work.  Because we were not just making a film but also building an offline and online community around the film and related causes, our task was particularly large.  Thankfully we had a great team who understood the mission and worked really hard to accomplish our goals of completing the film and making a difference.

Isa Stenzel-Byrnes: I remained free from a paid job to make time for film shoots and production efforts. That being said, I certainly slacked off on some other projects as the film dominated our 2010! (Most of 2009 focused on the Japan tour and learning Japanese). Although Ana and I are “subjects” and Marc was the filmmaker, Ana and I remained very involved with efforts to coordinate community film shoots, raise funds, and recruit reputable interview subjects. So, the time demands were intense and it truly was a team effort.

Ana Stenzel: I don’t have an exact number of miles that we logged except to estimate that it was in the thousands, and we surely built up our frequent flier miles! Balancing our personal and professional lives was not easy. I am fortunate to have a very understanding boss and arranged for most of my travel on weekends.

My husband has been very supportive as I leave him frequently and spend more time on the computer than with him. In between film shoots, I was able to still take care of my health (a top priority) and spend time with family and friends. Fortunately, our lives post-transplant have afforded us great amounts of energy so that we can pack in a lot in 24 hours.

MS: The collaboration with Ana, Isa and Andrew was a remarkable experience, and everyone worked incredibly hard over the course of the 22 months it took to make the movie. The post-production phase was particularly intense, with myself, two editors, a music producer and music editor working with many others upward of 100/hours per week to get the film finished. As a filmmaker, I was so fortunate to have so many people at the top of their game on my creative team.

We were all heavily invested in making a successful film that would have a powerful impact on audiences. Everyone felt a strong connection to Ana and Isa’s story, and the other stories featured in the movie. Everyone who worked on the film pushed themselves to deliver their best work. I was incredibly proud of the productive way in which we all worked together. Long hours, for the love of the craft. Truly an inspiration for everyone involved.

 

GC: As you sorted through footage and assembled what would become the final version, what was the hardest scene to cut out?

MS: There were many scenes that were built that I loved that did not make it into the movie, and I hope they will find their way into DVD extras down the road. There is one scene that did not make it into the movie that was one of the first scenes we edited, and it was literally in the timeline in different places until about 36-48 hours before picture lock. It featured the twins at San Francisco Great Strides, an annual fundraising walk to raise money for CF. The scene featured an additional story line about a friend of Ana and Isa named Charlie Stockley, who had CF and died waiting for a transplant.

As we edited the movie, it became clear that this scene was more like a mini-documentary of its own that took viewers out of the movie. As much as I loved this scene, for the good of the movie, I made a very difficult to remove it. It was one of the toughest decisions I had to make while in post-production. I did not make it lightly, but in the end, I know I made the right decision. I think every filmmaker has a scene like this that he or she has to choose to get rid of in the context of a feature length film.

 

GC: Whether viewing alone or with an audience, which moment in the film provides you with the greatest thrill or sense of accomplishment?

ISB: My favorite scene in the movie is the opening, with the swimming at the National Kidney Foundation U.S. Transplant Games. It epitomizes the gift of transplant and the theme of the film: pure freedom, normalcy and health offered by transplantation. It also has nothing to do with sickness or my patient identity.

AB: As a producer, I am all about production value and giving something extraordinary and unexpected to the audience.  So I love the particularly cinematic moments, especially the scene of the twins blowing bubbles on a bridge in Virginia to honor their organ donors. Also, I adore the soundtrack, which our music supervisor Nicole Dionne so brilliantly weaved throughout the story.  Every time I see the film I’m still blown away by the music.

AS: I am most humbled when I see my donor family in the film. They are incredibly gracious people who literally saved my life – without them, none of this would be possible. I am so proud of their courage of being public with their story despite their emotional pain. I am proud to know such quality human beings, who gave to others unconditionally at the moment of personal tragedy and despair.

Personally, I am most proud when the film opens with the inscription stating the film is inspired by a memoir written by Anabel & Isabel Stenzel. We wrote the book ourselves, with little input from others so there is true ownership there. Without the book, the film would not have happened. We continue to receive positive feedback from readers, many of whom are touched by CF and find hope and guidance in our writing. Touching people’s lives and easing the burden of CF for others in our own small way is the most gratifying part of this journey.

MS: There is a scene in Japan where the twins are on a boat ride in Japan, reflecting on the relationship they have with their donors and how organ transplantation transcends boundaries of race. The scene comes out of a beautiful shot of balloons being released into the sky at the Green Ribbon Running Festival in Tokyo, and then it literally soars onward, taking the viewer on a kind of cinematic journey that allows time for reflection, introspection and rest.

For me, I wanted to pepper the film with these sorts of entirely cinematic movements, not something you often encounter in a documentary. In a film with many characters, many interviews, many intense screens, and many emotional moments, it was so important to allow audiences the time to literally BREATHE and appreciate their own breath. The entire film is edited like this, but this specific boat ride scene is for me when that approach works as a powerful coming together of theatricality and documentary.

 

GC: Can you describe the most memorable or surprising viewer response to the movie?

ISB: In Portland, a young woman with CF approached me, in tears and unable to collect herself. She finally shared how Ana and I were her “heroes” because she needed to believe things would be okay for her, and she needed to know there were others like her, struggling with the same disease.

AS: Through the power of outreach and the media, people from all walks of our lives have somehow heard of the film and come to see it. At our Washington DC premiere, a woman approached us, stating she was our babysitter when we were 5 years old! Clearly we didn’t remember her, but she read about a film about twins with CF in the paper and remembered us! That was a small, small world!

Another wonderful response I received from the film was from 2 separate people with cystic fibrosis who saw the film and were so moved by it. They both stated that they started to take better care of themselves and be more compliant with their medical regimen because of the film. To know that our story motivated our comrades to fight this challenging disease was truly gratifying.

MS: For me, it was very powerful to show the film in Tokyo at the Tokyo International Film Festival and have it so well received by Japanese audiences. At one of the Tokyo festival screenings, 3 people from the Japan section of the film were also in the audience – Mrs. Nakazawa, a mother/advocate who lost her baby while trying to go to the USA for him to receive a transplant; Mr. Tanaka, a donor father who lost his daughter and said yes to donation; and Taro Kono, a Japanese politician who led the charge to change the transplant law in Japan.

Having all three of them there was very powerful for me, and the fact that they all loved the movie and cheered for its success was the strongest validation I could ever ask for. It was so important for me to make a film that the Japanese could receive well, and in the case of these three people — who opted in to be interviewed and share their stories – delivering on their trust was paramount for me. That night in Tokyo, it all came together beautifully in every way.

Allison Schulnik Interview

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Interview by Greg Carlson

Multi-faceted artist Allison Schulnik has earned a reputation as a phenomenon in several disciplines, from music to painting to filmmaking. Her latest short “Mound” was recently named the honorable mention in animation for the 2012 Fargo Film Festival. The stunning piece of stop-motion that uses clay, fabric, and other materials to breathe life into a group of morphing figures is perfectly choreographed to Scott Walker’s unforgettable “It’s Raining Today.” Schulnik talked to the High Plains Reader’s Greg Carlson.

 

GC: If I understand the history correctly, the beginning of your relationship with Grizzly Bear occurred when you first contacted the band about using “Granny Diner” for your film “Hobo Clown.” Had you known them before or did you just hold your breath and take a chance?

AS: That’s righto.  I did not know them, I wanted to use the song for “Hobo Clown” and wrote their label.  They said yes.  Then the following year, they asked me to do a piece for the song “Ready, Able.”  Thus came “Forest.”

 

GC: Your passion for the arts extends beyond animation to include painting, sculpture, music, and dance. I get exhausted just thinking about it. Are a workaholic? Are you in a race against time?

AS: Righto again.  I am a workaholic.  A lifer.  Definitely in the race.  Really making stuff is just a way to stay sane (relatively).

 

GC: The Hobo Clown, who embodies this dialectic of hope/despair and laughter/tears has evolved into one of your signature subjects. Did you spend time attending the circus as a child? Were you afraid of clowns?

AS: Most of my paintings are portraits of myself, friends and loved ones, and even people I see on the street and don’t know at all.   I love the circus.  I love musical theater, dance and performance.  I love the performer, and I love clowns.  I was never really afraid of clowns, I don’t think. Of course, many people are I hear. Coulrophobia.  I can understand how a clown could be seen as sinister.

It seems like people are more scared of clowns today than in the past.   Maybe the whole idea of hiding your face really scares people because there is some kind of dishonesty in it; you cannot be read.  However, really I see the clown’s makeup as his truest expression.  I like the escapism of it all, the fantasy of it.  Not having to be yourself.  People want you to stay in reality, not to present something that is unreal.

Maybe that’s why some children love clowns, because they celebrate fantasy.  There are so many different kinds of clowns.  There is just something really appealing to me about the character of the Hobo Clown, something very honest and beautifully tragic.

 

GC: You have described working to loud music of varied genres from metal to show tunes, and whenever you mention Streisand, “Don’t Rain on My Parade” materializes in my head. Do you have a favorite Streisand recording? Do you ever sing along?

AS: One of my favorites from Babs for sure.  Also a big fan of the heart-wrenching “Papa Can You Hear Me,”  the sultry duet “Guilty” with Barry Gibb, and of course the completely perfect song that is “Send in the Clowns.”  It’s really too hard to choose just one. I could go on forever.  Unfortunately for my studio neighbors, I do sing along.

 

GC: What was the most valuable thing about attending CalArts and studying with Jules Engel? The man’s career is almost beyond comprehension.

AS: Every moment at CalArts was rewarding.  I loved the Experimental Animation program I was in.  What an amazing program it was with Jules heading it. Every Monday morning, he’d open your brain and feed you only the tastiest in avant-garde animated masterpieces for 3 hours, while exclaiming in his questionably thick Austrian accent, “What a Gem” and “Did you see those Lakers over the weekend?”

I cannot even imagine the program without him.  I also can’t imagine the Character Animation program – where I spent half my time – without the brilliant Corny Cole and Mike Mitchell, who also passed recently.  They were my three greatest teachers, and definitely the best thing about CalArts.

 

GC: I know you like “King Kong.” Can you identify a transcendent moment or two in O’Brien’s animation? I can’t tell you how many times I have replayed Kong testing the hinge of his dead adversary’s jaw or trying to comprehend the impact of the biplane machine guns.

AS: Good parts indeed.  You have to love Kong’s first reveal, and I hate to be typical but I do love the entire sequence of the Empire State Building climb.  How can you not?

 

GC: What was the first piece of art that you sold? How did that make you feel?

AS: I can’t remember.  I was hustling my work on the beach, and to neighbors and family friends when I was like 14.  I think it must’ve been one of these pastels I was doing.  I would go around and do pastels of alleys.  Not sure why alleys, maybe because you could be alone in them and people wouldn’t bother you, or they have more trash and irregularities which make them more interesting.  It made me feel good to sell them.

 

GC: I think I have watched “Mound” a hundred times and every time I see it I never want it to end. Have you considered making longer-form animations? 

AS: Yes, definitely.  Every film I make starts out as a feature, and then it ends up becoming a short.  “Mound” might be the first section of a feature in many parts.  Or not.

Chronicle

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Movie review by Greg Carlson

We are less than two months into the new year and “Chronicle” isn’t even the first movie to feature the gimmick suggesting that its entire story was compiled from found material shot by characters on personal camcorders and supplemented by news footage and security tapes. That dubious distinction belongs to “The Devil Inside,” a failed rehash of every cliché of the exorcism genre that feels plagiarized from first frame to last. In “Chronicle,” director Josh Trank and screenwriter Max Landis, working from a story they co-wrote, angle for the superhero/science fiction action thriller instead, and their movie operates like a mashup of the “X-Men” series and “Cloverfield.”

Although the ideological origins of the phony documentary technique date back at least as far as “Cannibal Holocaust” in 1980, the contemporary popularity of the “recovered footage” genre/style owes nearly everything to “The Blair Witch Project” in 1999, which collected more than a quarter of a billon dollars on a final budget of less than one million. No matter how well constructed (and who supposedly edits these things into tidy feature-length entertainments anyway?), the home movie approach carries with it the constant threat of irritation and annoyance at the deliberately jittery handheld compositions and the artifice of the confessional and direct camera address.

Bullied Seattle teen Andrew Detmer (Dane DeHaan) religiously archives the events of his life with his prized video camera, from the regular abuse of his alcoholic father to the painful decline of his cancer-stricken mother. Along with his better-adjusted cousin Matt (Alex Russell) and the popular quarterback Steve (Michael B. Jordan), Andrew attends a late night party where the trio acquires supernatural abilities after coming into contact with a crystalline substance deep inside a mysterious hole in the ground. Learning to control their telekinetic powers, the boys triangulate into id (Andrew’s unchecked wish fulfillment), ego (Steve’s calm and more measured skill development) and superego (Matt’s moral centeredness and sense of conscience).

While “Chronicle” fails to overcome its superficial philosophizing – Nietzsche’s name is perhaps deliberately unspoken even though several other thinkers are referenced – the impressive deployment of visual effects juices the action with a handful of genuinely stimulating scenes. As the young men teach themselves to fly, the ever-present camera journeys skyward with them, presenting a bird’s eye view of freedom in the clouds as good as anything in films with much bigger budgets. Most of the depictions of mind over matter succeed precisely because they seem exactly like the sort of stunts teenagers with newfound gifts would attempt.

Most disappointingly, “Chronicle” adheres strictly to a male point of view, miserably failing the Bechdel Test even though one promising female character played by Ashley Hinshaw shares Andrew’s penchant for near non-stop personal video recording. Initially, Hinshaw’s Casey appears to be headed toward a position as a voice of reason, but the script rapidly pigeonholes her as a passive love interest for Matt, and she essentially fades from prominent view. By the last act, Andrew’s supervillain act backs “Chronicle” into a familiar corner, and the story has nowhere to go but down.

First Dakota Digital Film Festival

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Interview by Greg Carlson

The first Dakota Digital Film Festival will take place in Bismarck on March 30, 2012 at the Belle Mehus Auditorium. Submissions are being accepted until March 9, 2012.

For more information about entering work or attending the event, email ddff@freetv.org or visit the Dakota Digital Film Festival Facebook page.

The High Plains Reader’s Greg Carlson talked to festival co-organizer Jim Kambeitz.

 

Greg Carlson: Is this the first organized film festival event in Bismarck? Who are some of the people involved with getting DDFF off the ground?

Jim Kambietz: This is the first film festival in Bismarck that we know of. Mary Van Sickle (Executive Director at Dakota Media Access), Jackson Bird (Cinema 100 member) and I thought that it was time for Bismarck to have its own film festival. When we started asking others in the community, there was overwhelming support and within weeks we had a steering committee with representatives from production companies, local colleges, stage theaters, film clubs, and other areas.

 

GC: The call for entries appears to focus on student work. What is the mission of DDFF? Is the focus on education for people who want to use visual narrative to tell stories?

JK: The mission of this festival is to support and encourage filmmaking and audio/video production in all forms by providing a venue for professionals in the industry and students to meet and show their work. Although open to the general public, this first year is focused more heavily on students. We are keeping it open to see what kind of material is submitted. While our focus is on short films from the region, they can be any genre, documentary, fiction, animation, etc. It is an experiment this year and we expect it to evolve in future years.

 

GC: What are some of the key events planned for DDFF in its inaugural year?

JK: The structure for this first year will have two components: a daytime session (9am-3pm) geared toward students and an evening event (starting at 6:30pm) that is for everyone. The daytime event will be a series of screenings and workshops. The workshops will be led by local professionals and will provide engaging content in a fast-paced and visually interesting style. Each workshop will be separated by screenings of short films by regional students.

Students will have a chance to talk about their films and answer questions. The evening session will include several unique short films and a chance for the public to interact with the filmmakers. We are taking submissions of all genres of short films until March 9th, 2012. If you’d like to submit something, email a link to view your film online or any questions you might have to ddff@freetv.org.

 

GC: Did you visit other film festivals during the planning stages? What did you learn in the planning process?

JK: We attended the Fargo Film Festival as well as the South Dakota Film Festival and talked with their organizers and a representative from the Free Range Film Festival in Minnesota. We learned these regional festivals are very supportive of Bismarck starting its own festival. They helped field our questions about planning, technical preparations, and so many other things. It is reassuring to feel their support and know they want this festival to succeed.

 

GC: Describe the independent moviemaking scene in Bismarck. What kind of creative work is going on there both professionally and otherwise?

JK: We have many audio/video producers and filmmakers in the Bismarck area; however, few people in the community seem to know this or have access to their work. Likewise, we have this body of very talented film and audio/visual professionals who are somewhat isolated and not cross-pollinating ideas and imaginations like they could be if we had more venues to share their work.

The experiences here range from professional documentaries that have been commissioned for the Smithsonian Institute, people who have collaborated with Ken Burns and others on world-class documentaries about Native Americans and other topics, to an animator who has worked on Batman Returns and the Harry Potter movies.

We have also had a recent influx of North Dakotans who have returned to the state after being at film school in Montana, L.A. or Canada, and have started their own productions here. But the main factor here is that we have been missing a way to connect everyone – something this film festival and Dakota Media Access (the driving force behind the event) are hoping to change.

GC: What is your own background and experience in production?

JK: I got my Masters in English & film theory, and then studied cinematography at the Polish National Film School in Lodz, where I taught screenwriting and dramaturgy. I have shot several short fiction films and documentaries as well as two feature-length films about Ashtanga Yoga.

I am currently the Production Manager at Dakota Media Access where I get to direct, light, design and collaborate on a variety of productions, ranging from on-location multi-camera shoots and live cultural, musical, educational or entertainment events to PSAs, government meetings, and studio talk shows.

I love this occupation – so much that when I’m on vacation I’ll often squeeze in a production as well. I just returned from a leave of absence to study yoga in India where I also shot a documentary titled “Mysore Magic: The Source of Ashtanga Yoga.”

Haywire

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Movie review by Greg Carlson

Frustratingly coy and belligerently reductivist, Steven Soderbergh’s “Haywire” cooks up a story that plays to the strengths of mixed martial artist/American Gladiator Gina Carano. Parallel to the employment of Sasha Grey in “The Girlfriend Experience,” Soderbergh’s selection of Carano in the lead role laces his movie with a sense of expectation based on the occupational history of the performer. And while Carano’s abilities to scissor-lock her thighs around the necks of her hapless adversaries invites a certain measure of respect, the actor is devoid of the necessary skills to suggest any spark of self-reflection (talk of significant post-production voice replacement doesn’t help). Instead, Carano’s deadly agent Mallory Kane glides perpetually forward like the doll-eyed shark in “Jaws,” efficiently devouring anything unlucky enough to cross her path.

Employing the same disregard for dot connection demonstrated by Howard Hawks in “The Big Sleep,” but without the playfulness and double entendre, Soderbergh rigs Kane’s trials to a foggy chain of double-crosses traced to a fishy rescue/hostage extraction in Barcelona, which is constantly referenced with the equivalent of a wink or arched eyebrow. Unsurprisingly, Kane’s cohort of puppet masters and fellow operatives are all men, but the film’s cool detachment resists most every opportunity to explore the contours of gender beyond the protagonist’s ability to outlast her adversaries. With the exception of a few goggle-eyed reaction shots of Michael Angarano’s incredulous audience surrogate – who chivalrously steps into the middle of a bone-crunching diner takedown that opens the film – only the presence of Bill Paxton as Kane’s retired Marine Corps father adds a much-needed human touch to the story.

All the other men in Mallory’s life prove to be shifty, manipulative, deceitful, or murderous, and often all of those things at once. Ewan McGregor’s heartless Kenneth, a private black-ops contractor and onetime lover of Kane, hires Michael Fassbender’s Paul to eliminate her. Michael Douglas’ Coblenz and Antonio Banderas’ Rodrigo learn not to underestimate her. Even Channing Tatum’s kiss-or-kill Aaron seems confused about his emotional allegiance. Through it all, Kane kicks and punches first and asks questions later, not unlike cinematic inspirations James Bond and Jason Bourne.

Soderbergh, handling photography duties again under his pseudonym Peter Andrews, demonstrates considerable talent in the framing of the movie’s multiple set pieces. A fleet Dublin rooftop chase shows off the city with a dazzling command of spatial logic (location manager Peter Conway’s staff spent months getting permission from the owners of each building). A tense car chase ends unexpectedly with an example of Soderbergh’s dry wit. Most of the hand-to-hand combat scenes unfold with the sort of impressive, whole body wide shots favored by Fred Astaire, especially the destruction of a ritzy hotel suite during a breathless duet between Carano and the beautiful Fassbender.

“Haywire” often flirts with self-parody, and David Holmes’ exploitation throwback score makes you keep looking for Fred Williamson or Pam Grier to show up. Screenwriter Lem Dobbs, whose work on “The Limey” provided Soderbergh with one of the best scripts of his career, isn’t as surefooted this time, and “Haywire” never sinks its claws into the viewer like the filmmaker’s best material. Instead, the movie misses a genuine opportunity to add something new to the genre; Mallory Kane is the only female character of significance, and her singular prowess only serves to remind us that she exists in a space controlled and populated by men.