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2004 World Poll - Part 2The Entries
Ed HalterSome very nice features (seen this year):
I Was Born But
(Roddy Bogawa, 2004) Also nice some short films and videos (seen this year):
private_eyez.mid (Cory Arcangel and Frankie Martin, 2004) Retrospectives: Jennet Thomas Retrospective at Anthology Film Archives; From Tugboats to Polar Bears (Matt McCormick, 2004) (touring US and DVD); JPEX: Japanese Experimental Film & Video, 1955Now (touring US) Ed Halter is a film critic for the Village Voice and has written for Filmmaker, Indiewire, CinemaScope and other fine publications. Shigehiko Hasumi
Café Lumière (Hou Hsiao-hsien, 2004) The year 2004 in Japan was marked by the surprising appearance of talented female directors from East Asia Nami Iguchi (The Cat Leaves Home), Jeong Jae-eun (Take Care of My Cat), etc., in addition to Naomi Kawase (Shara, 2003), already acclaimed in Cannes for her first feature (Suzaku winner of the Camera d'Or 1997). The quality of their mise en scène is undoubtedly superior to Sofia Coppola's Lost in Translation (2003). Best DVD: Bucking Broadway (John Ford, 1917) in supplement to the French semestrial review Cinéma 08 (Editions Léo Scheer, 2004). Shigehiko Hasumi is a film critic and Professor at the University of Tokyo. Bruce Hodsdon
Elephant (Gus Van Sant, 2003) Australian feature: Dreams for Life (Anna Kannava, 2004) Documentaries: Bright Leaves (Ross McElwee, 2003), James Benning: Circling the Image (Reinhard Wulf, 2003) Retrospective: Playtime (Jacques Tati, 1967), Four Corners (James Benning, 1997), Notes of an Intinerant Performer (Hiroshi Shimizu, 1941) Print: Colin MacCabe, Godard: A Portrait of the Artist at Seventy; Jim Kitses, Horizons West: The Western from John Ford to Clint Eastwood, new edition The deployment of computer-generated images produced visually stunning but conceptually empty overload in Hero (Zhang Yimou, 2002) in contrast to the rich narrative sparseness of Elephant, Uzak, Goodbye, Dragon Inn and Uniform. At the other end of the narrative spectrum, the surrealist imagination flickered brightly and mysteriously on cinema screens in Eternal Sunshine..., Love Me If You Dare (Yann Samuell, 2003), I Heart Huckabees (David O. Russell, 2004) and the release of Richard Kelly's cut of Donnie Darko. Bruce Hodsdon curates the program of public film screenings at the State Library of Queensland. Alexander Horwath12 best (feature-length) films of 2004, alphabetical by filmmaker:
Ten Skies (James Benning, 2004) Alexander Horwath is a film critic, curator and Director of the Austrian Film Museum. Brian HuMy 2004 was split evenly between San Francisco, Taipei and Los Angeles, and my travels illuminated for me the factors be they economic, ideological, or practical that shape not only what films one can see but also when and how one can see them. Out of these limitations come my favourite films of the year:
1. Crimson Gold (Jafar Panahi, 2003) Other standouts include: Yutaka Tsuchiya's Peep TV Show (2004), Jean-François Amiguet's South of the Clouds (2003), Notre Musique, Martín Rejtman's Magic Gloves (2003), and Brad Bird's The Incredibles (2004). DVD continues to be the most significant force in transforming everything from the definition of final release print to our relationship with widescreen images in daily life. I was most struck however with three DVDs that used the format to articulate messages in nuanced, intelligent ways, giving voice to a multiplicity of subjectivities rather than serve as publicity for a single studio, as most DVD special features tend to do. The Criterion Collection's marvellous Battle of Algiers (1965) release included seven mini-documentaries that put into perspective the relationships between film and history, filmmaker and politics, and history and memory. Robert Greenwald's Outfoxed: Rupert Murdoch's War on Journalism (2004) was primarily a DVD and internet phenomenon, surprisingly becoming one of Amazon's big sellers of 2004 and somehow showing how three new technologies (DVD, video compression and file sharing) can reach populations outside of the obvious cosmopolitan cities. While Greenwald's film was fascinating and eye-opening, it felt somewhat incomplete to me; the DVD for Jehane Noujaim's Control Room (2004) found a way to transcend the 90-minute standard for documentaries by including over an hour of deleted scenes (including Al-Jazeera producer Samir Khader's first trip to America which is as fascinating and moving as any in the entire film) and three audio commentaries, the most interesting to me being that of US military press officer Josh Rushing, whose comments reflect an intelligence and compassion unobservable during his propagandistic dispatches to international reporters documented in the film. As the film is basically a fascinating talking-heads documentary, the inclusion of ever more commentaries, especially that of Rushing who in a lesser film would simply be the film's villain, further exposes the contradictions of war journalism as well as DVD's power to map out such complexities. Brian Hu is a critical studies student at the UCLA School of Theater, Film & Television. His interests include Taiwanese cinemas and popular music in film. Christoph Huber12 x 2004 (all in alphabetical order):
Running On Karma (Johnnie To & Wai Ka-fai, 2003) 12 discoveries:
Canciones para despues de una guerra (Basilio Martin Patino, 1971) Christoph Huber is the main film critic for Die Presse (Vienna). He has published on cinema and pop music for various film magazines, newspapers and websites and writes the program notes for Vienna's Cinémathèque. Anton Ivin
1. Last Life in the Universe (Pen-ek Ratanaruang, 2003)
4. In America (Jim Sheridan, 2002) 5. Before Sunrise 6. House of Flying Daggers (Zhang Yimou, 2004) 7. The Edukators (Hans Weingartner, 2004) 8. The Machinist (Brad Anderson, 2004) 9. Cold Mountain (Anthony Mingella, 2004) 10. Spartan (David Mamet, 2004) 11. Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind (Michel Gondry, 2004) 12. Old Boy (Park Chan-wook, 2003) 13. Tropical Malady 14. Grimm (Alex van Varmerdam, 2003) 15. A Very Long Engagement (Jean-Pierre Jeunet, 2004) 2004 was a successful year for American indie projects; the new works of Linklater, Gondry, Anderson may well be their best efforts and the stunning, controversial debut of Vadim Perelman is the most remarkable breakthrough in the US for the last few years. Another noticeable progression has been the widening popularity of Asian cinema, most importantly that of Thailand and South Korea; there was not a major festival in 2004 without two or three film from these two countries in the official program. Unfortunately, the crisis of art cinema is Europe became even deeper in 2004. Apart from the work of a promising German anarchist Hans Weingartner with his bittersweet satirical The Edukators and the admittedly not-best-to-date work of Alex van Varmerdam, the great depression of European cinema is evident, as I found much screen time at the local cinemas to be full of pretentious soft porn and cheesy gore, such as (François Ozon collaborator) Marina De Van's pseudo-Freudian In My Skin (2002) and Pedro Almodovar's disappointing gay noir Bad Education (2004). In general, this year was better for significant works of art and even mainstream movies become more profound so we should keep our hopes alive for 2005 to be even better. Anton Ivin studies Japanese culture at the State University of Saint-Petersburg, Russia. Elric KaneA simple top ten look at what seemed to be a very lean year in interesting cinema, but that which was good....
1. Twentynine Palms (Bruno Dumont, 2003) Elric Kane is a Wellington-based filmmaker, studying in Savannah, Georgia, USA, towards his MFA in Film. Robert Keser
1. Tomorrow We Move (Chantal Akerman, 2004) Next in line: Before Sunset, Bitter Dream (Mohsen Amiryoussefi, 2004), The Corporation (Jennifer Abbott and Mark Achbar, 2003), Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, The Incredibles (Brad Bird, 2004), Moolaadé, Notre Musique, The Saddest Music in the World (Guy Maddin, 2003), Shaun of the Dead (Edgar Wright, 2004), Stray Dogs (Marzieh Meshkini, 2004), Twentynine Palms. Not in line: Tarnation Personal revelations: F.W. Murnau's Die Finanzen des Großherzogs (1924), Boris Barnet's Alyonka (1961), Playtime in 70 mm. DVDs to celebrate: the Masters of Cinema series of Dreyer and Bresson. Robert Keser teaches Film in the Fine Arts department at National-Louis University in Chicago. His writing appears in Bright Lights, 24fps, The Film Journal and Senses of Cinema. Jonas Varsted Kirkegaard
Not Dark YetWhen an American love story levels with you, there is hope still. Richard Linklater's Before Sunset a sequel to his Before Sunrise (1995), also starring Julie Delpy and Ethan Hawke was my favourite film of 2004. Matters-of-the-heart movies of the mainstream (several of which Meg Ryan has auto-pouted her way through) rarely dare to step out of their rosy wonderland of timid virtue. With Before Sunset, mature romantics feeling cerebrally short-changed have been given their due. But before arriving at the core of its merits, permit me please a brief detour. In one particularly memorable episode of The Simpsons, the eponymous family goes to New York. Upon arriving in its most famous borough, they are greeted by a sign reading Welcome to Manhattan, home of the world-weary poseur. In that same episode, we catch a fleeting glimpse of ur-Manhattanite and seasoned observer of existential woe, Woody Allen. While Allen has always been too busy fretting about his mortality to really commit to a jaded view of existence, I think it is within the realm of reasonability to argue that, say, angst and anxiety à la Allen is a bit of a pose, too. But there is nothing odious about this insincerity of his, as it springs from a life-long, if not tempestuous, love affair with the poetry of pain. Allen is only happy, or least anxious, when it rains and, as any Dylan fan will tell you, there is no success like failure. The hardship experienced by Allen's protagonists seems integral to existence, and hence inescapable. No amount of talk, therapy or talk therapy will make a whit of difference. And that is probably all for the best. That tenacious Upper East Side Elegy has a strangely reassuring echo to it. It is by virtue of brutal honesty that Before Sunset reaches parts even Allen's finest work does not. Linklater has the courage to bring it all back home and way too close for comfort. The Weltschmerz of Jesse and Celine lacks sugar-coating of any kind; it is one they can virtually reach out and touch. Their misery springs from bad decisions, wrong turns and loss of nerve. Celine is particularly messed up, perhaps even irredeemably so. But the fact that it is a mess of her own making lends the film its urgency and disturbing quality of it could happen to you (especially, perhaps, for someone five to six years younger than the protagonists) instead of Allen's abstract it has already happened / will inevitably happen to you. The impact is all the stronger for Julie Delpy and Ethan Hawke's crushingly convincing performances, complete with everyday foibles, like searching for the right word and slight slips of attention. Linklater allows his characters to explore, but never wallow in, their melancholy. The prevailing tone of darkness and despair is punctuated by flashes of levity, yet Linklater never makes the mistake of confusing comic relief with cop-out strategy: as left-leaning Celine carps about the trespasses of imperialistic powers, American Jesse politely enquires; Any imperialistic power in particular you're thinking about there, Frenchie? While this joke obviously hints at the dismal diplomatic relationship between USA and France, it also seems to signify an element of stand-off on a personal level; at least initially, Yankee and Frenchie are both eager to come across as successful and self-reliant people and thus convey the impression, as well as convince themselves, that the other person holds no sway over them. They only apprehensively approach one of the great leaps of love; the acknowledgement that the loved one truly does possess a mighty power over you.
The final scene has Celine finally offering to Jesse what she now knows he has craved for all those years (Jesse earlier divulged the dire details of his dispassionate domestic situation with something resembling relief), but significantly she does so as an extension of a parody she is performing to amuse the object of her desire. It is a subtle and restrained, yet marvellously intense scene. Only viewed in its entirety does it reveal just how charged it is, but it electrifies by virtue of something infinitely more intriguing than the coarse brand of mainstream movie magic that causes everything to click and climax happy-ever-after, goes without saying-style. Linklater reserves the reunion for the reunited. The sunset of the title assumes the shape of a fade that gently enshrouds the star-crossed lovers, a Shakespearean night's cloak to hide them from the eyes of cheesy commercialism. [I am indebted to Geoffrey Macnab's insightful reading of Woody Allen's Hannah and Her Sisters (1986), printed in Time Out Film Guide, Twelfth Edition (2003).]
The rest of my personal top five would look like this: Jonas Varsted Kirkegaard holds a BA in Film and Media Studies from University of Copenhagen, where he is currently writing his dissertation at Department of Cultural Studies and the Arts. Gabe KlingerI submit this list knowing and fearing Olaf Möller
L'esquive (Abdel Kechiche, 2004) Retrospectively:
A Idade da Terra (Glauber Rocha, 1980) In January the marginal Brazilian filmmaker Rogério Sganzerla died, tragically, at age 57 of a brain tumour. He has left behind one last work of remarkable control and beauty: Sign of Chaos (O signo do caos) (2003), which hasn't been shown at nearly as many places as it should. In April I attended the Buenos Aires Festival of Independent Cinema one of the most exciting events for movies anywhere in the world for the first time, and boy do I feel lucky I did. The event was the last to be directed by the venerable duo of Quintín and Flavia de la Fuente, who were removed as director and programmer, respectively, just a couple months ago. Their mark will not be forgotten. Gabe Klinger is a film writer living in Chicago. Joshua KrauterMy list is drawn from the 53 films I paid to see on big screens in Austin, Texas in 2004. I chose to see most of these films because of personal biases (enthusiasm for a director's previous work, interest in the subject matter, recommendations from critics I admire). Considering my reasons for seeing the movies I see and also taking into account how many films I chose not to watch and the films I may have seen if they had been given proper distribution, making a list of the best films of the year seems like a futile exercise. However, I do think making this list is worthwhile, if only as a means to consider what I value in movies that make up my personal canon and especially if it leads anyone to see one or more of the films on it. I'll begin with my favourite new movies, then reissues and film society screenings, and finish with the worst film of the year. Once again, I'm worried by the dominance of American films on my lists, which can be blamed on poor distribution of non-English-speaking films and my own reluctance to give unknown directors a try. Favourite films of the year (first two are tied for first place, the others are in no particular order):
Los Angeles Plays Itself
Crimson Gold
Dogville (Lars von Trier, 2003) and Kill Bill Vol. 2
The Saddest Music in the World
Before Sunset
Coffee and Cigarettes (Jim Jarmusch, 2003)
Zatôichi (Takeshi Kitano, 2003)
Notorious for a scene of unsimulated oral sex and Gallo's feud with Roger Ebert, The Brown Bunny deserves better, even if Gallo milked these controversies for all they were worth. The film is mostly a subtle, haunting travelogue across the United States, getting closer to how the country really looks than most films even care to try.
End of the Century: The Story of the Ramones (Michael Gramaglia and Jim Fields, 2003)
Tarnation
Sideways
Undertow Favourite re-issues and film society screenings of the year:
Stromboli (Roberto Rossellini, 1949) Worst film of the year:
The Dreamers (Bernardo Bertolucci, 2003) Josh Krauter loves movies and lives in Austin, Texas. Bill Krohn
The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou (Wes Anderson, 2004) Bill Krohn is the author of Hitchcock au travail (1999), available in English as Hitchcock at Work (Phaidon Press, 2000). He has also been the Hollywood correspondent for Cahiers du Cinéma since 1978. Marc Lauria
1. Elephant
2. Crimson Gold
3. Uzak
4. Notre Musique
5. Cowards Bend the Knee (Guy Maddin, 2003)
6. Goodbye, Dragon Inn
7. The Triplets of Belleville (Sylvain Chomet, 2003)
8. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
9. Los Angeles Plays Itself
10. That Day (Raul Ruiz, 2003) Second ten, in alphabetical order: Bad Santa (Terry Zwigoff, 2003), Bus 174 (Jose Padilha, 2002), Fahrenheit 9/11 (Michael Moore, 2004), The Five Obstructions (Lars von Trier and Jørgen Leth, 2003), The Fog of War (Errol Morris, 2003), Infernal Affairs (Andy Lau and Alan Mak, 2003), Kill Bill Vol. 2, Napoleon Dynamite (Jared Hess, 2004), No Rest For the Brave (Alain Guiraudie, 2003), The Saddest Music in the World. Marc Lauria is a F.C. (Freelance Cinephile) whose other obsession is writing. Kevin LawrenceTop ten movies released in 2004 (to the best of my knowledge) in the US:
1. Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter
and Spring (Kim Ki-duk, 2003)
2. The Corporation
3. Oasis (Lee Chang-dong, 2002)
4. The Saddest Music in the World
5. Blind Shaft (Li Yang, 2003)
6. Tarnation
7. 15
8. Born Into Brothels (Zana Briski and Ross Kauffman, 2004)
9. Bad Education
10. The Incredibles and The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind Honourable mentions for doing their part in trying to reveal the mendacity of the Bush administration and its supporters:
Control Room And especially the re-release of Gillo Pontecorvo's The Battle of Algiers, which did more to explain the contemporary situation in the world than any other film released this year. Most overrated: Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle: lauded for breaking racial stereotypes, this stupid stoner film reeks of homophobia. In a year where a right-wing fascist government maintained power by playing up to (or down to) queer stereotypes, we don't need offensive stuff like this film getting any attention. Kevin Lawrence is a former University of Chicago PhD student in East Asian Languages and Civilizations, who now lives, works and (obsessively) watches movies in New York City. Charles Leary
1. Fahrenheit 9/11 Charles Leary is a PhD candidate in Cinema Studies at New York University, writing a dissertation on John Cassavetes. Maximilian Le CainOnce again, all of the many very promising new films that I haven't yet had the opportunity to see from A Talking Picture to Bad Santa, Story of Marie and Julien to The Brown Bunny, Notre Musique to Gozu (Takashi Miike, 2003), 2046 (Wong Kar-wai, 2004) to Tropical Malady forbid me from twisting the following lists into any semblance of a comprehensive overview of cinema in '04. All I can say is that in my disorganised scramble not to miss anything good that came my way, I saw more outstanding films this year than I did in '03.
These ones were great:
That Day I also really liked:
Abjad (The First Letter) (Abolfazl Jalili, 2003) And a special mention of two astonishing, comparatively unknown short Irish films from the early '70s that I saw at this year's Galway Film Fleadh, both by Joe Comerford: Emptigon and Withdrawal. These brilliant, hugely atmospheric works' successful marriage of hauntingly seedy social realism and startlingly imaginative formal experimentation make them very possibly the finest movies Ireland has yet produced; I've certainly never seen their equal. Withdrawal, in particular, contains scenes and images worthy of Ferrara at his best. Maximilian Le Cain is a filmmaker and cinephile living in Cork City, Ireland. Hwanhee LeeI managed to catch only five new movies in 2004, The Dreamers, Troy (Wolfgang Petersen, 2004), Hero, Alexander (Oliver Stone, 2004), and House of Flying Daggers, so I can't really comment on the best movies of the year, but I feel that some of these movies are really good, and have been unfairly treated, to varying degrees. I'm writing this to say how they may have been misinterpreted, how I felt, etc. 1. Bertolucci has said that the actions of the characters in The Dreamers have a political point, and the film is indeed utterly trivial if seen that way. But I think you should trust the tale, not the teller, and the characters in the film are very much recognisable from the director's past films, namely, privileged, solipsistic individuals who are very much cloistered from the realities of the outside world. Bertolucci's characters tend to just flirt with politics for personal reasons, such as their parents, psychological hang-ups, etc. and they are inevitably disillusioned by it. The characters in this film think they are politically enlightened aesthetes, but are in fact pretentious, obnoxious kids who just want contact with the outside world. The film is lighthearted because it is rather affectionate towards its characters, but I think it is more truthful about a lot of things than most people, or at least I, would want to admit. 2. I agree with most people that Hero's visuals are staggering, but all I can say is that the film left me cold. The film is just not as rich, or ambiguous as it wants to be, and I never got the feeling that the people who made this movie really believed in it. 3. As much as I was indifferent towards Hero, I found House of Flying Daggers moving. I think all the (increasingly implausible) plot revelations, false identities, and role reversals are meant to be implausible, and ultimately, unimportant, because the film's point is that such things matter not at all in the end, and the only thing that one can't put a charade on is one's feelings towards another person. And I strongly disagree with those who felt that the ending of the movie is laughable, with the false death and all. If the movie just ends with the three people killing one another in some manner, it would be an artificially tragic ending. The feeling evoked by the actual ending is a far more complex and refined one, because when you ponder the meaning of the characters' actions at the end of the movie, you realise that they are not trying to kill one another but all three are in fact seeking their own deaths. The characters' eventual choices prove to the audience why things cannot end happily for any one of them. I found it a beautiful ending. 4. I'm confounded by all the hostility towards Alexander, because it is one of the most ambitious movies I've seen in some while; we've never seen antiquity recreated in movies with the scale and the detail shown here, and even a cursory reading on the subject would convince you that Stone is trying to present a responsible and balanced portrait (in fact, you will be convinced more of the film's attempt at impartiality the more you read about the subject). It is very easy, not difficult, to envision a character as either a hero or a villain. The film presents a genuinely contradictory and ultimately, tragic, figure: a tyrant who's more tormented than driven; a conqueror who's magnanimous towards the conquered; and a mortal who wants to be a god for very human reasons. If the film sees Alexander as an exemplar of Homeric values, it stresses the ambiguous nature of such values, by showing the horrific aftermath of a war, and by revealing that his empire was ultimately ephemeral. The film insists that a feat such as Alexander's is not achieved in temperance or sanity, and that civilisations are built more on individuals' blind ambitions than on ideals and principles. 5. As for Troy, though, the less said about it the better. Hwanhee Lee wrote the Terrence Malick entry in Senses of Cinema's Great Directors critical database. Kevin LeeThe following movies are not necessarily the best or my favourite new films seen in 2004, but they are the ones that had the most influence on shaping my thoughts and sensibilities over the course of the year. First, these four movies pushed me more than the rest to define a clear set of aesthetic principles by which to evaluate them. In each case I felt compelled to challenge what I saw as a consensus herd mentality that threatened to overdetermine what significance these films had, while overlooking certain aesthetic or sociopolitical factors that made them vital sites of dispute concerning the state of our world and our cinema:
Hero The Corporation and The World, however unassailable in their intentions, demonstrated how easy it is to pay lipservice to audience's leftist leanings by offering a laundry list of problems, without breaking new ground in insights, ideas or aesthetics. Four films that took the legacies of people's personal or cinematic histories (or both) to contend with the past while charting paths towards the future:
Los Angeles Plays Itself Four bellwethers for the emerging generation of do-it-yourself, microbudget, handheld digital auteurs:
15 The creative energy and eagerness to both challenge and entertain viewers among Asian filmmakers is unmatched in the world. Vibrator (Hiroki Ryuichi, 2003) and Running on Karma (Johnny To and Wai Ka Fai, 2003) stood out for me, because they excelled at harnessing their visual wit and startling rhythms to genuine human problems and feelings (outside of Asia, only Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind could compete). I can't think of another film I saw last year that had as much patience, attentiveness and openness to contemporary life as Café Lumière. Here are three more movies that didn't influence me in a manner to be easily categorised or explained; they just kind of left me in a general state of breathless awe:
The Big Red One (the reconstruction) (Sam Fuller, 1980) Image that haunts me the most: Roddy Bogawa flipping through pages of BAM magazine in I Was Born, But... because it's an image from my own life that I had forgotten, and the fact of almost forgetting shakes me to the core. Moment that moved me the most: Nathaniel Kahn being told by a random Bangladeshi architect that his estranged father Louis was a great father in My Architect. Runners up: The boat ride on the clouds in South of the Clouds (Zhu Wen, 2003), the dance numbers in 15, the intertitles in Vibrator, a mob of teenage Brazilian fans swarming the Ramones in End of the Century, Andy Lau's karmic visions in Running on Karma (Johnny To), Eastwood and Swank's night time drive (the greatest night time drive scene ever filmed, with lighting that even outshines Godard's Pierrot le fou) in Million Dollar Baby. Best performances: Moon So-ri in A Good Lawyer's Wife, Julia Dufvenius in Saraband, Lila Lipscomb in Fahrenheit 9/11, Terajima Shinobu in Vibrator, Fatoumata Coulibaly in Moolaadé, Gael Garcia Bernal in Bad Education, Li Xuejian in South of the Clouds, Tony Leung and Andy Lau in Infernal Affairs I and III, Melvin van Peebles in Baadasssss! (Maro van Peebles, 2003). Favourite experience at the theatre: El Autmovil Gris (1919), a landmark Mexical silent serial, screened at El Museo del Barrio in Manhattan, with live accompaniment by three benshi narrators one in English, one in Spanish, and one in Japanese. Kevin Lee is a filmmaker and writer based in New York City. His website is www.alsolikelife.com. Greg Leitman
Favourite Films:
Adam Sandler in Spanglish (James L. Brooks, 2004), Julie Delpy in Before Sunset Ron Leibman Garden State
Favourite moments: Favourite TV show: The Wire General thoughts: Kiarostami continues to push the boundaries, with exhilarating results. The reconstructed version of Sam Fuller's The Big Red One was one of the year's most rewarding experiences. The Wire continues to amaze; nothing else on television or in the cinema speaks so well to the way we live in the world today. Greg Leitman is Writer/Associate Editor of MAD Magazine (USA). Arthur LindleyMy real enthusiasm is confined to the first five, all reminders that a few people out there are making films for intelligent audiences. The list is based on what has been shown in Singapore in 2004.
Before Sunset Arthur Lindley teaches literature and film studies at the National University of Singapore, where he founded the film program. He is on the Editorial Board of Screening the Past. Phillip Lopate
1. Vera Drake Phillip Lopate is an essayist and author of many books. Patricia MacCormack
Things Argento
A delicious treat available for the onanistic Argentophile who prefers to enjoy the gialli without Neapolitan teenagers was the late 2003 release of the 2-DVD pack from Germany of Door into Darkness. These are the four one hour telemovies produced (and some co-written) by Argento in 1973. They are all quivering with the almost painfully quiet tension a great giallo weaves, textured by an incidental yet hypnotic vision of early '70s Rome, where you wanted to be a victim if it meant being associated with this amazingly cool world. Each episode is introduced by a 31 year-old Argento and the DVD extras are modern introductions to each segment from Luigi Cozzi. Things that didn't happen for which to be thankfulArgento's kibosh on two young Americans' attempts to remake Suspiria.Dimension delaying, and delaying, and delaying, and then selling off, Hellraiser 7 and 8 (if only they'd done the same for Hellraiser 36). Things that did happen for which to be thankfulThe London NFT horror festival entitled A History of the Horror Film. A really elaborate, ophidian mix, both geographically and temporally, of horror films. A highlight for me was Charles Ogle in the first ever Frankenstein (1910). But my truly baroque ecstasy came with being spectatorially situated at gurney level beneath the effulgent, gall bladder frottaging Udo Kier as Baron Frankenstein in Flesh for Frankenstein, shown in 3-D. I first saw this film at that deco cathedral of cinema, the Westgarth (then known as the Valhalla) in Melbourne when I was 15, not knowing anything of it. I went back every night for both showings. Since then I have seen the film an unnatural amount of times, but not in 3-D for many years. I wept. Gentle reader, while the oh-so-ironic NFT art film crowd positioned themselves as postmodern wits, condescendingly laughing at the film's excesses, my cheeks smeared with the blood of the cinesexual remembering my deflowering. Yes I am pathetic. Yes my reality is not only cinematic but weird, necro, surgico cinematic. However this film is so freaking good. Watch it. Now. In 3-D if at all possible. (Being greedy I longed for the days when that other deco-decorum, the Astor, would follow the film with its partner film, Blood for Dracula.)The Redemption Renaissance. Redemption films was one of the first companies to release obscure, banned or hard to source European horror films. After some years of quiet Redemption have risen from the grave with an enormous catalogue of Jean Rollin, Jess Franco, Italian nunsploitation and women in prison, and some lesser-known gialli (Redemption are working on nazisploitation titles, but the British censors are least sympathetic to this genre). The prints are immaculate (in both senses of the word). The generic covers and menus are disappointing, but the sweetbreads within are the point, and they make for succulent cinematic occasions. Redemption has also taken over Rule Satannia magazine, and it is now so glossy it is viscous. The first issue included interviews with Rollin, with feminist, Marxist punk porn star and director Ovidie, and in a regular feature about people's secret habits, Doug Bradley excavating lyrical on nose and scab picking. The release of Alternative Europe, edited by Xavier Mendik and Ernest Mathijs. I shan't sing tantalising praises because I have two chapters in it, but the book addresses genres and actors which have received little attention and it is pretty cool. Actually tangentially Mendik's essay on Buio Omega (1979) in the Senses of Cinema special issue on Perversion of 2004 led me to rewatch the film, like Flesh for Frankenstein, it's the story of a tender (and rather attractive) necrophile. Over and over (seeing an obsessive pattern here?). Which led me to seek out other films in which the actors appear. Franca Stoppi had enamoured me since Mattei's The Other Hell (1980). She is so authentically, weirdly fascinating, the spawn of an aristocrat and a demon. But following up Buio's main actor, Kieran Canter, led me to my genre discovery of 2004 1970s Italian hardcore porn. Brilliant! Porn seems so much more elegant in fifth generation dub, set in a castle, with a man I have only seen playing a necrophiliac. Ghosts, cemeteries, and (Italian) French maids in films which are hyperactive, soft in spite of their hardness, funny and very endearing.
Things GeekyOne thing I really like about living in England is an apparently Northern hemisphere phenomenon. The movie collectables fair which includes stars (only if you are a genre fan) who sit all day at picnic tables signing pictures and making small talk. I went to my first in 2004. Considering hardly anyone has heard of most of the actors and actresses I love, going to a place where I can meet actors from horror films is marvellous. Yes it sounds geeky. But we are within a cinematic phase where instead of kids renting an old movie, some big studio has to remake every film in a diluted, insipid way extravasated of everything which gave the originals the phylic texture that made them what they are. Where passion is considered fanboy behaviour, yet we accept apathy, ironic reflexivity and laughing at the way films fail rather than indulging in their perversions. Thus, in spite of feeling really awkward, a university Professor shaking in front of a horror actor feeling 12 years old, these events are glorious. Hammer girls, Cenobites, Romero zombies and their hunters, Rocky Horrors, all sitting patiently waiting to watch you make a fool of yourself. Sadly in my experience no one thinks the Italian horror actor/writer/director is worthy of an invite. Yet.
In MemoriamOn October 9, French post-structuralist philosopher Jacques Derrida died. After the trauma of the final silence of Maurice Blanchot in 2003, this news evoked despair. Michel Serres is now the last remaining of the great French poststructuralists, (not including Luce Irigaray, who would hate being associated with these men but who is equally great). While hope for ethically resolving the volatility of the era rests on pragmatic political philosophers such as Antonio Negri, Derrida and the senate of philosophy to which he belonged were not afraid to value abstraction for its own sake. Their philosophies aspired to taking ethics to a higher plane, avoiding paradigmatic structures annexed to immediately apparent practical relevance for the vertiginous notion (and responsibility) of explorations of the otherwise, and the elucidation of possibilities of alterity in all trajectories of thought, act, desire. Derrida's The Gift of Death and Demeure are works I have explored in film philosophy. The cinema is the plateau which is able to gaze devoid of that which gazes, in order to involute the spectator into an encounter of the other within. Cinema is not object of but catalyst for desire, opening impossible worlds in order to reconfigure, reterritorialise and revolutionise subjectivity. The impossible gaze for the impossible object, the invisibility within the visible that makes us encounter the unthought (and unthinkable) within thought. Image is neither revelation of meaning nor reflection of reality but the pleat between cinesexuality and self, which opens and teases the fissures within the phantasy of hermeneutic subjectivity. Cinema leaves us trembling And desire, like curiosity, like all those movements that take secrecy beyond the secret necessarily come into play only within these limits ascribed to the invisible: The invisible as concealed visible, the encrypted visible or the non-visible as that which is other than visible In the first place allusion describes a relation to the wholly other, hence an absolute dissymmetry. It is all that suffices to provoke the mysterium tremendum, inscribing itself with the order of the gaze. Derrida, The Gift of Death Patricia MacCormack is lecturer in Communication at Anglia Polytechnic University, Cambridge. She has published mainly on Italian horror, sexuality, feminism and the work of Deleuze and Guattari. Babette Mangolte
2046 The best films I saw in 2004 were seen in France (when I was in Paris for about four months). Altogether American films were insipid or brilliantly empty (e.g. Scorsese's The Aviator) with the exception for Clint Eastwood's brilliant Million Dollar Baby and I wish I had seen more Korean and Chinese films. Babette Mangolte is a French filmmaker and writer, currently based in the USA. Miguel MaríasReleasing policies become more uniformly global but poorer and narrower each year, while other alternatives to theatre-going take increasing prominence (including internet orders and private exchange of tapes and DVDs), I'd rather try to list the best films I have seen during 2004, regardless of where or in what support. Relatively recent films so far unreleased in Spain:
1. Saraband probably the best film I have seen this year
11. El cielo gira (Mercedes Álvarez, 2004) 12. S21, The Khmer Rouge Killing Machine (Rithy Panh, 2003) 13. The Scar (Pablo Llorca, 2004) 14. All the Real Girls (David Gordon Green, 2002) 15. Trois Ponts sur la rivière (Jean-Claude Biette, 1998) 16. Sobibor, 14 octobre 1943, 16 heures (Claude Lanzmann, 2001) 17. Snow White (João César Monteiro, 1999) 18. Les Blessures assassines (Jean-Pierre Denis, 2000) 19. Playing In the Company of Men 20. What Time is it There? (Tsai Ming-liang, 2001) 21. Love Will Tear Us Apart (Yu Lik-wai, 1999) 22. Pin Boy (Ana Poliak, 2004) 23. Suzhou River (Lou Ye, 2000) 24. Tosca (Benoît Jacquot, 2001) 25. De niños (Joaquim Jordá, 2003) 26. Los Muertos Which is, I think, quite a lot: maybe the cinema is not in such a bad shape, after all. Only the American cinema, the only one widely seen and commented, seems lost deep in a hole, hardly able to reach the modest figure of five good films per year. You can see that even within the films released in Madrid a market cornered by the U.S. companies in 2004:
1. Tiovivo c.1950 (José Luis Garci, 2004) I do not think Russian Ark is such a great movie as some people do, but I believe that it poses a lot of very basic questions and therefore I expected a lot of discussion about it. That I did not find it anywhere seems further evidence of a disquieting revulsion even among critics and filmmakers towards theoretical or aesthetic issues, which may explain why so many of today's movies lack style or are stylish but meaninglessly so, empty. 2004 has also been a year of disappointments: the worst Kitano (Zatôichi), Wong (2046) and Sayles (Silver City), the least interesting Straub and Huillet (A Visit to the Louvre), Bellocchio (Good Morning, Night) and Almodovar (Bad Education) in years¼ On the other hand, there were less detestable films amongst those which won awards and met box office success, or I was more able at spotting and avoiding them when I could. Most of the films critically hailed as the year's great events were non-entities deserving instant forgetfulness rather than hate or even contempt, from that acme of political correction and advertising aestheticism called The Sea Inside (Alejandro Amenabar, 2004) to Mel Gibson's The Passion of the Christ, or so laughable, stagey, preachy and dusty as Dogville. The imitative European Academy shows an amazing knack for selecting and rewarding the most boring and discouragingly academic films. I wonder how old may be the voters, being already old enough myself (57). Fortunately, I've seen or re-encountered many old great movies, mainly through Spanish Film Archive retrospectives , and also thanks to friends or festivals or DVD editions. Therefore, in 2004 I have discovered wonders such as Victor Sjöström's Mästerman (1920), Dödskyssen (1916) and Havsgamar (1915), Philippe Garrel's Liberté, la nuit (1983), Rue Fontaine (1984), Elle a passé tant d'heures sous les sunlights (1984) and L'Enfant secret (1982), D.W. Griffith's The White Rose (1923), Monta Bell's Upstage (1926) and After Midnight (1927), Marlen Jsiev's I Am Twenty (1962) which could have been a sort of Russian Adieu Philippine Forugh Farrokhzad's The House is Black (1962), Jean Grémillon's Maldone (1927), Jean Epstein's Le Tempestaire (1947) and Cur fidèle (1923), Yevgeni Bauer's The Dying Swan (1917), After Death (1915) and Twilight of a Woman's Soul (1913), Billy Bitzer's forerunning crane shot in Westinghouse Works series 1, Iulií Raízman's The Train Goes East (1948), Jonas Mekas' Reminiscences of a Journey to Lithuania (1972), Luciano Emmer's Camilla (1954), Ivan Pyríev's Partiínií bilet (1936), Emile De Antonio's America Is Hard To See (1968/70), Alan Clarke's Elephant (1989), Bernard Vorhaus' Three Faces East (1940), Arthur Ripley's The Chase (1946), Roy William Neill's The Scarlet Claw (1942), or rediscovered Anthony Mann's The Naked Spur (1952), The Last Frontier (1955) or God's Little Acre (1958), Richard Fleischer's The Girl in the Red Velvet Swing, Violent Saturday (both 1955) and Between Heaven and Hell (1956), Ernst Lubitsch's Lady Windermere's Fan (1925), John Sturges' The Law and Jake Wade (1958) and Robert Rossen's Island in the Sun (1957). I liked also Kent MacKenzie's The Exiles (1960), E.A. Dupont's Piccadilly (1929), Charles Vanel's Dans la nuit (1929) and Zora Neale Hurston's Fieldwork footage (1928). The year gave the opportunity to welcome back into our everyday life, thanks to DVD, the work of Mizoguchi, Ozu, Naruse, Preminger and Jerry Lewis. Miguel Marías, 55, has been a film critic since 1966, a former director of the Spanish Film Archive and the author of books on Manuel Mur Oti and Leo McCarey. James May
1. Dogville
2. Before Sunset 3. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind 4. Sideways
5. Primer
6. I Heart Huckabees 7. Vera Drake 8. Kill Bill Vol. 2
9. Story of Marie and Julien 10. The Saddest Music in the World and Cowards Bend the Knee Performances: Nicole Kidman, Julie Delpy, Thomas Haden Church, Mark Wahlberg, Imelda Staunton, David Carradine. James May lives in New York City and is beginning to wonder if there will ever be a screening of Two or Three Things I Know About Her in his lifetime. Olaf MöllerThree categories this time around: first, current films of (circa) 2004, then classics seen for the first time in 2004, and finally a selection of 2004's disasters and disappointments. No comments needed with regards to the recent stuff except: there were quite a few other great films around. Team Manager (film of the year): Izo (Miike Takashi, 2004) Eleven friends (top 11):
The Aviator Substitutes (three top 11-worthy films I saw only on VHS):
Levelland (Clark Lee Walker, 2003) And now for the classics: It seems important to mention that the element of surprise played an essential part in composing this list I mean, I saw, for example, Omar Amiralay's An Thawra (1978) for the first time but what do you expect except greatness from one of contemporary cinema's finest documentary auteurs?, or from über-sensei Hiroshi Shimizu (The Masseurs and a Woman [1938], Ornamental Hairpin [1941], A Mother's Love [1950], The Shinomi School [1955]: genius, pure and simple)?, and let's not start with John Ford (When Willy Comes Marching Home [1950]: whoaaaaaaaaaa); but: Giorgio Ferroni? Anton Kutter? Walter Felsenstein? Rudolf Bamberger? Brunello Rondi? a film by maestro Riccardo Freda that isn't even mentioned in most filmographies? And what about the sole (officially unfinished!) work in cinema of one of modern theatre's greatest icons, Bernard-Marie Koltès, shown at night in a quasi-unannounced screening in Llubljana? Equally important was my desire for certain crypto-classics: Canciones para después de una guerra and Winstanley are films I have been fantasising about for ages, so being able to finally see them and having the satisfaction that they're far superior to anything I could imagine is certainly... well, great. Of course, I saw all of these films regularly projected in a theatre. Meaning, everything I saw in the wrong way had absolutely no chance of ending up in the list: everything I saw at home or abroad on video (like: Wolfgang Schmidt's sublime masterpiece Navy Cut, or Ratana Pestonji's mesmerising Prae Dum (1961) ferroni'an thanks, comrade Christoph! Mika Taanila's exquisite Tulevaisuus ei ole entisensä (2002), or Franci Slak's breezy Daily News thanks, Jurij! or Amar Kanwar's awe-inspiring A Season Outside (1998), A Night of Prophecy (2002) and To Remember (2003) thanks, Angela! and everything I saw in a cinema beamed from some tape that wasn't meant to be shown/seen this way (the main reason for the absence of cine-shifu Chor Yuen to whom the Far East Film Festival in Udine devoted a tribute which was mainly done with betas of some kind: several great films Hak mau, Longzi... but all of them shown in this most disgraceful fashion). Just call me principled. And finally: I would have loved to include the extraordinary Dislocated Third Eye Series Bismillah shown to my friend Jurij and I by its master spirit Slobodan Valentincic in the most private performance possible but which auteurpersona is responsible for this exquisite super-8 gesture? 15 essentials 2004:
Bianchi pascoli (Luciano Emmer, 1948) And now for the bad boys: Well, just a small selection as I'm prone to utterly irrational fits of optimism consciously not done as a list, as being featured in one is a cinephile honour these films are not worthy of, bei giorgio! and remember: this is not simply about bad films but about cine-offences; therefore I deem it necessary to say a few things about them. Ferroni'an ferocity was needed for this dirtiest of all jobs. Fahrenheit 9/11 and Downfall (Oliver Hirschbiegel, 2004), with The Edukators (Hans Weingartner, 2004) close on their heels: three sickening exercises in ass-kissing and political indifference made for the entertainment of the prosecco-set. Sickos of the year who give the whole idea of populism a very, very bad name. Cold Mountain and A Very Long Engagement: when we were white... The Terminal (Steven Spielberg, 2004) and Land of Plenty (Wim Wenders, 2004): ecumenical huggy-huggy humanism of the most offensive kind. Dawn of the Dead and Flight of the Phoenix (John Moore, 2004): in and of themselves already bad; compared with the works of Romero and Aldrich something like a humanitarian catastrophe. 2046: Wong just didn't care. Olaf Möller is a writer, translator and curator based in Cologne. Bill MousoulisA year which felt somewhat disappointing to me, with many great directors (such as Hong, Kiarostami, Rohmer, Tsai) releasing works that were clearly lesser than their earlier films. I thought it was a fine year for Australian cinema, however there were stinkers like Love's Brother (Jan Sardi, 2004), Josh Jarman (Pip Mushin, 2004) and Watermark (Georgina Willis, 2003), but there were many fine films such as Hamlet X (James Clayden, 2003), Orange Love Story (Tom Cowan, 2003), Somersault (Cate Shortland, 2004), Tom White (Alkinos Tsilimodos, 2004), The Widower (Kevin Lucas, 2004) and A Cold Summer (Paul Middleditch,
1. Twentynine Palms Bill Mousoulis is an independent filmmaker based in Melbourne, and founding editor of Senses of Cinema. Alex MurilloMy grasp of the year that has been is severely limited, seeing as I have only seen about 1015 movies from the calendar year of 2004. Since the majority of films I see are rented on DVD, there are still many titles on my list of must see that have either not been released on DVD or have not even been released in theatres. So, having made it clear that I have really not seen many of the well-received films of 2004, here is my list of the top films I have seen. Normally, I compile a Top Ten list, but so far I have only seen seven titles that deserve mention on this list:
1. Fahrenheit 9/11
2. Kill Bill Vol. 2
3. Before Sunset
4. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
5. Super Size Me (Morgan Spurlock, 2003)
6. The Ladykillers*
7. Touching the Void* * I do not expect these titles to remain on my Top Ten list for very long Decent Films: Baadassss!, Control Room, The Terminal, The Corporation Disappointing Film: Spartan Terrible Film: The Passion of the Christ Alex Murillo lives in Dundas, Ontario, Canada and is a student hoping to become a professional screenwriter. Peter Nagels
At the Melbourne International Film Festival:
New releases in Melbourne cinemas:
Older films first seen in Melbourne in 2004: Peter Nagels lives in Melbourne. Mario Naito
1. The Return Honourable mentions: Vera Drake, Maria Full of Grace (Joshua Marston, 2004)
Best actor: Javier Bardem (The Sea Inside) Great disappointment: Bad Education Mario Naito is a specialist in American and European Cinema at Cinemateca de Cuba who has published movie articles and reviews in Cuban magazines and has collaborated weekly in a radio program about movies since 1991. James NaremoreHere's a short list of memorable movies that I know were seen by me in 2004:
1. The Saddest Music in the World To these I would add the following revivals that played in the US this year:
7. The Battle of Algiers (Gillio Pontecorvo, 1965) Plus my pick for the most fun mindless entertainment from Hollywood: 10. The Bourne Supremacy Although I've listed only Michael Moore's film, this was a great year for theatrical documentary (see also The Corporation). It strikes me also that at least two of the films I liked this year had to do with the uprooted cultures and lives of people affected by global capitalism people who make a decision to go to a new country or stay at home (Since Otar Left and Maria Full of Grace). I should also say that I feel increasingly alienated from mainstream Hollywood and from the US. The recent elections here in the states were not just depressing they made me aware that I live mentally in an entirely different country than most of my fellow citizens, and that the movies that interest me probably wouldn't be enjoyed by most Americans even if they were able to see them. From a social point of view, the most significant cinematic event of the year was arguably Mel Gibson's The Passion of the Christ, which I can't bring myself to see. James Naremore is the author of several books on film, including More Than Night: Film Noir in its Contexts (1998). Carlos Nogueira
1. Tropical Malady Most Overrated Film of the Year: Fahrenheit 9/11 Carlos Nogueira is Portuguese, working in Brussels, and a former film reviewer and film programmer, and currently just a plain film lover. John Orr
The other notable films are more predictable. House of Flying Daggers pips Hero for its even more daring use of spectacle and its murkier politics. Gus Van Sant's Elephant started things back in January with a brilliantly filmed and disturbing antidote on school massacre to Michael Moore's self-regarding drama-doc of the previous year. Two great low-budget British films emerged, focussing on doomed young romance with an acute documentary eye Pawel Pawlikowski's My Summer of Love (2004) and Ken Loach's Ae Fond Kiss (2003). Cedric Kahn had made his best film yet with a taut adaptation of Simenon in Red Lights (2004) while Almodovar, even while not at his best, makes the top ten for the bold invention of Bad Education. The year's most overrated films were Old Boy ketchup kitsch and Lost in Translation - sloppy racist nonsense. John Orr lives in Edinburgh and teaches film at Edinburgh University. He is author of Cinema and Modernity, Contemporary Cinema, and The Art and Politics of Film. All contributions © the individual authors, January 2005 To Part 1 To Part 3 If you would like to comment on this article, please send a letter to the editors. |
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