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Thursday, 31 October 2013

Representing Ireland: Grabbers (2012)

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Dir. Jon Wright

My thoughts on this film have become colder since I wrote this review, but as the second film made by the director Jon Wright, it gives hope for me that he will go on to make increasingly better films built on the virtues found in this one. The only sense of negativity in what I've just wrote is that horrible feeling when directors haven't gone further in quality in their work and coast, which has sadly happened. Worse is that some make bad films. Also of significance is that some were not allowed to build a big filmography, their work scattered and erratic in quality. This is definitely an issue with British cinema, baring in mind that this is as much an Irish film too, but luckily Wright already has a movie in post-production that I hope adds far more idiosyncratic tendencies to the material and is better. Until that film is released, Grabbers is superior than most monster films with similar premises in many ways. 


Review Link - http://www.videotapeswapshop.co.uk/17170/grabbers-2012-director-jon-wright/

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Tuesday, 8 October 2013

Representing The Soviet Union: Viy (1967)


To quote a user on YouTube, Viy is not a horror film, something I am guilty of viewing it as too all these years being enticed by its existence. It's really a mixture of comedy, the supernatural and a moral tale based on a short story by Nikolay Gogol, (who've I've been pleasantly introduced to in September of 2013 through Dead Souls), which is based on Ukrainian folktales. It just happens to have a flying coffin at one point though, more than enough to qualify it for such a series with the rest of the films covered. Viy very much plays out like a short story if it was transferred through the cinematic medium of film, adjustments to the vastly different art forms taken into account. Its brisk at seventy or so minutes, no fat on it and with a clear goal structure to each part of the plot in contrast to the more complicated areas a full length novel would reach with its length let along having more plotting and/or text. Viy's favour is that it never feels pointless nor wasting time, and baring in mind seeing a Soviet supernatural film from the Sixties is inherently catnip for a cineaste like me, it's pretty special in how not a lot of films can be compared to it. A philosophy student Khoma (Leonid Kuravlyov) finds himself caught up within a series of unexpected events. A student that is learning at a monastery, he's forced to use his religious education for once when the dying daughter of an important landowner requests him, to the surprise of everyone, to do her funeral rites for her soul's salvation. Even when she dies before he gets there, Khoma is forced by her father to pray for her soul, for three consecutive nights until the crack of dawn, locked in the church her body is laid in. Things are not that simple by the context of this being including in this season of films reviews about strange, potentially gruesome things happening, and in that, to reference Dead Souls despite being different in tone, no one can succeed in having a truly meaningful life unless you're prepared to be selfless and willing to deal with such hard tasks, something Khoma is clearly not willing to do. And finishing Dead Souls, it's also clear that while Gogol strives for inherently moralistic, nationalist values that rejects pretension and celebrates rural, ordinary life, he had a tendency for his characters to make things difficult for each other and themselves, already a problem before you would have to deal witchcraft and a flying coffin as Khoma has to.
It's amazing to thing, while Viy is so different than them in many ways, that the film managed to evoke Evil Dead II (1987), A Chinese Ghost Story (1987), and Sergei Parajanov at the same time. It's clear that Viy must have been made as a spectacle for its day in its simplistic presentation and its bombastic practical effects, but it feels completely different from being a mere shiny bauble to distract people. The effects have a real, crafted-by-hand magic to them, and even if the back projection and costumes are obvious, the noticeable flaws (unlike most computer effects) actually make the film better and more stronger, adding to their otherworldliness. The connective tissue to Parajanov is very obvious in just the fact that you're seeing something, despite being made in the Soviet Union, that is not really "Russian". The Iron Curtain housed many different nations, and as I'll slowly go through the cinema by all those countries, this'll become more obvious in terms of the drastic cultural differences. It's quite amazing that Viy is how it is in terms of depicting Christianity and folk law, considering how traditional culture and religion were frowned on by the Soviet State. Maybe in Viy's favour was that 1) Gogol is a celebrated author in Russia who influenced later masters of the country's literature, to the point tampering with his work would be seen as blasphemous, that 2) Viy is effectively entertainment, not a "political" film in the perceived idea of that type of movie, but placing neglected traditions through a palatable slice of genre filmmaking, and 3) even the central Soviet power structure would have had to let countries like Ukraine, which this film is as much a celebration of, be able to see their own individualist cultures onscreen, including those against modernist, "rational" socialism, to avoid cracks in the structure when animosity could have taken place. Parajanov, unfortunately attacked by the State and imprisoned for a long time at one point, nonetheless managed, befitting his cross-national upbringing, to make a series of films based on the individualistic cultures of nations within the Soviet Union - Armenia with The Color of Pomegranates (1968), Azerbaijan with Ashik Kerib (1988), Georgia with The Legend of Suram Fortress (1984), and the important one for this discussion, Ukraine with Shadows of Forgotten Ancestors (1964), Gogol born in Ukraine and drawing from Ukrainian culture for this story. The aesthetic seen - the clothes, the music, the colour - is drastically different from anything else as much in Viy as with a Parajanov film, and Viy adds so much to this type of cinema just because of doing this.
It's a fun film. Legitimately fun. Not a difficult one. You can take away its key idea, from the ending, but the spectacle of the fantasy is whole heartedly worth the viewing of it and its made very well. Instead of empty ideas cribbed from watered down myths, this is based original ones directly, and the sense of texture and creativity to them is more than matched by the film's virtues.

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Friday, 6 September 2013

V Is For...Vixen! (1968)

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Dir. Russ Meyer

My third ever Russ Meyer film, and he is very much his own entirely unique director. It was great to cover something like this in the series because an idiosyncratic director, even if they made exploitation films, could be unconventional and confrontational even where revealing in the nudity.



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U Is For...Underwater Love (2011)

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Dir. Shinji Imaoka

Something a little pink, a little tasty, and fun. Erotica is worth covering and worth viewing in general, but its good to see one that was just fun and light. Admittedly its release in the UK from Third Window Pictures was a limited release of a certain amount of copies, but I'm grateful for it and the bonus soundtrack CD of Stereo Total's score in the same case. It will be interesting to see where this area of Japanese genre cinema goes when I dig deeper into it. Some of it I am hesitant about viewing. Some it will hopefully be great. Some of it will be incredibly well made and good looking. But I will gladly look into more of Shinji Imaoka's work at least.


Review Link - http://www.videotapeswapshop.co.uk/15609/u-is-for-underwater-love-%E2%80%93-2011-director-shinji-imaoka/

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Wednesday, 31 July 2013

Not Strong Enough In Taste: The Ketchup Effect (2004)

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Dir. Teresa Fabik

Coming up front with the main flaw of The Ketchup 
Effectit's that it never ventures into braver territory. It's not a "safe" film by any comparison to what an English language version may have been like. About a thirteen year old girl Sofie (Amanda Renberg) whose life spirals downwards when indecent photos of her, while unconscious at a party, are passed around school, it is a lot more frank in its depiction of adolescent sexuality and bullying than most films I've seen from English language countries. In its playful, joyful moments it's just as blunt and honest. The film had a little controversy in Britain in that, despite clearly being for an audience the age of Sofie, with an important message to give to them, it was given an 18 certificate for the image of a prosthetic penis being exposed and slapped onscreen. One county, Stirling, went against this ruling, possible to do legally if any non-British readers would like to know, and gave it a rating that allowed twelve year olds to see it, but it still shows a discrepancy in the British and Europe that still stick out like a sore thumb. 

The film has a lot to like. Its topic of how someone can be badly treated by peer pressure needs to be brought up, especially when it points out that teachers and even parents can so badly screw up and be on the wrong moral side. In one sequence, if thought about, it presents a disturbing idea that a woman can be complicit to behaviour that is inherently misogynistic. The film perfectly depicts how awkward teenagers can be. On a serious note, this is seen when Sofie's friends, fearing they will become unpopular and as ostracised as Sofie when she gets mistreated, start to talk about her behind her back and hang out with another girl. On a lighter note, especially with a potential love interest for Sofie, this is seen in how difficult it is just to express one's interests to another person. Scenes show that Renberg as Sofie does the perfect performance for the role, completely sympathetic and charismatic in the lead. Everyone playing the younger characters in general do their best, but she especially stands out. 

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The problem is that the film itself is the same as many others. It wraps its conflict up in a neat package than explore the difficulty, and full triumph, Sofie would have to have to overcome the situation she is in. It is very generic in presentation - actor on the left of the screen asks something, cuts to another actor on the right side replying, rather than have both in the same frame; music on soundtrack, outside of scenes, to push you along into a certain feeling than letting you get there yourself. And, as personal and potentially petty this criticism could be, some of the music and visual choices are so early 2000s, and don't age well already. Of course having never made a film myself, there is a danger of writing such criticisms, but I bring up these issues with films because, realising it with The Ketchup Effect, I've become concerned about the lack of variance in cinema. In film, literature, any art form, I would be concerned if many works looked exactly identical to each other, and the style this film has is shared by countless others, more of a problem in that many of them, including The Ketchup Effect, may have been a lot more better if they tried something different in presentation and narrative. If there was a ninety minute film that needed to be at least ten or maybe even thirty minutes longer, it's this film. It's perfectly fine how the film ends, but after the gruelling situation Sofie finds herself in, put through in the film, its suddenly dealt with it abruptly and feels like she's been cheated out something really triumphant. Its disappointing as there is something great about a film that deals with the material it does, but it turns out to be far less brave than one wishes it would be. It's much more honest in its presentation than other film would dare to - the coarse language, its adolescents drinking and using other substances until they go blotto - but it eventually shies away from being something more tougher but far greater in its reward. Films can be hesitant to tackle its subject fully even if the content is not the kind dealt with in mainstream cinema, and unfortunately The Ketchup Effect is such a film.

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Thursday, 4 July 2013

Mini-Review: On The Comet (1970)

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Dir. Karel Zeman
Czechoslovakia

A later film is Zeman’s filmography, making films since the later forties, On The Comet takes its influence from turn-of-the century literature. Literature which pre-existed before political correctness, as this film is set in a colonial ruled Middle Eastern country, but is still enriched with the imagination of authors of the time that mixes science fiction and fantasy together and never lets this fact take away from the creativity and fun the stories give. To the surprise of everyone within a colonial town – the French occupiers housed in a fort, an invading group of Arabs helped by the Spanish and the protagonist, obsessed with a girl that seems to have appeared from a postcard and his dreams – a rouge planet skims over the Earth’s atmosphere and pulls the entire town and its populous onto its surface. The warring groups still want to fight each other, as the protagonist and his love interest sit in the middle of it all, despite the fact that the prehistoric occupants of the satellite and the fact that it’s still moving in the universe between planets should be of greater concern.

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Significant to Zeman’s style is his mix of live action and animation. In most cases, it is stop motion animation figures imposed on real sets. In Zeman’s work it is real actors on animated and artificially built sets. The results compare to Georges Méliès, or for a more modern example which borrowed from Méliès, to the music video Tonight Tonight by The Smashing Pumpkins. The results create a very appropriate tone for the tributes to classic storytelling, a peculiar mixture of adventure story with science fiction, romance and a handful of rubber dinosaurs. It’s not as extensive in terms of its look as with the director’s A Deadly Invention (1958), but the results, presented in tinted yellow and colour shading like a old silent era film, still fleshes out the results. It also balances out this fantastic plot with satire about the groups involved. The French especially are shown to be comically ridiculous and capable of pointless amounts of dominancy, with plans for any sort of event possible and liable to arrest anyone suspicious when there are flies as big as a man’s head. It would be interesting what this film would be like on an equal adult and child audience – dinosaurs and short length for the kids, a different (from current cinema) take on pulpy adventure stories for adults – and this satire adds a nice caveat to the film. Without the canons the French occupiers, despite being the good guys, would be on equal terms with everyone else and have soldiers who are not as reliable as they would wise. In the colonial era it also adds a nice, modern thought on this issue, replacing soapbox condemnation with a cheeky sense of humour. By the end, the film leaves off with a charming aftertaste to it, managing to feel full for such a short length and never lagging at the same time. And any film with a bipedal pigfish, for a brief scene, deserves an extra mark as a cherry on the top. 

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Sunday, 30 June 2013

Wrapping Around Upon Itself By Its Tongue: The Saragossa Manuscript (1965)

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We are like blind men lost in the streets of a big city.

Dir. Wojciech Has
Poland

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Storytelling itself is inherently beautiful even if the story being told has no end. My younger self, admittedly only five or so years ago but a vast jump to now, didn’t understand this and only got a lot from films which explained everything about themselves. With exceptions that would eventually chop away at this mentality, most films that rejected or subverted narrative fully were pretentious and dull in my eyes. I found The Saragossa Manuscript to be boring, and as the dinglebat I was, got rid of the DVD version I viewed. Like the ghosts that haunt Alfonse Van Worden (Zbigniew Cybulski), an officer for the Walloon guard who travels to Spain and finds himself unable to escape from a continuing loop, all the films (so far) I once dismissed are creeping out the grave I put them in as some of the films I praised the most turn rotten and feel pedestrian and lacking. The discarded films prove to be more potent now I realised the virtues of dreaming, plotting structure by itself and throwing yourself into something without any idea what is exactly going on. Films like American Beauty (1999) are vacuous and insignificant while The Saragossa Manuscript, seen again finally after all these years, runs rings around it in content and presentation.

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The film is a celebration of storytelling, starting off with a framing beginning of the protagonist’s future ancestor, and the members of the opposing army he’s fighting about to capture him, becoming transfixed with the titular manuscript, a beautiful, giant tone (presumed to be) written by Van Worden and with evocative illustrations. It goes into the tale of Van Worden, unable to leave an inn and the area around it, stuck in a labyrinth that circles back onto its beginning point, whether it is two Tunisian princesses who want to marry him or the Inquisition after his hide who drag him back to the starting point. He becomes a minor figure in his own tale as everyone else speaks of their lives. The film becomes a story-within-a story-within-a story as it juggles these characters’ tales of cuckooed husbands, demonic possession, pranksterish attempts to marry two people and duelling injuries with figures of the film interweaving and entering others’ stories. The film even becomes a story-within-a story-within-a story-within-a story-within a story, topping the one moment joke of Detention (2011), a film I covered on this blog, by making this an extended, multi-layered tales within tales narrative that humorously admits to the absurdity of this structure at one point. Like dreams-within-dreams-within-dreams, pockets open up in the film’s existence which develops pockets of their own.

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The film is elaborate in tone, with clear nods to Surrealist art but also with a dense visual look of extensive sets and moving camera shots. From a source material that, from what I’ve looked into, is even more dense and full of more pockets in its obsession with tangents – a book I’m adding to my To-Read list at the top now – this layered and vast film manages to breeze past despite being three hours long, but the sense of joy to it all is fully felt and intoxicating. Despite its obsession with death – piles of skulls, hanged men, fencing duel deaths, rotting flesh and demons – it’s on the side of the macabre that is playful. The score by Krzysztof Penderecki, electronic noises and layered demonic yabberings over the Napoleonic Era setting, is anachronistic but adds to the unearthly nature of what’s onscreen. As the film progresses, it’s clear Van Worden will never reach his destination, permanently in this loop that, unless he is only dreaming it, will continue timelessly. Far from a bleak end, it suggests the sense of the Ouroboros, the snake that eats its own tale and keeps existing, that reality has always repeated itself, and in a place of these stories-within-stories, of gypsies, princesses, pranksters and merchants, Van Worden at least is somewhere which is vivid in its life and populous despite the insanity that he may end up in. The story could have gone for six hours, spiralling into further tangents and areas, and felt succinct with its long length making sense to the material. Van Worden is a figure in the middle of a storyteller going through their tale, the onlooker as it continues as long as the narrator can muster it. This richness vastly outmatches other films I once praised for their lack of this depth, like films like it I unfair have given premature burials of. Such a controlled stream-of-consciousness, The Saragossa Manuscript is a welcomed self discovery for me. If my reviews of films like this dangerous veer towards being identical in their praises of the work, it is only because they end up intertwining together in one form showing how movies can be both entertainment but open up one’s perception of their creation and form. If there’s a virtue to my dismissive attitude I once had, it means that now I’m rewatching these films with a new perception it feels like each one is a first time viewing with new eyes. The revenge of The Saragossa Manuscript on me for wanting to fall asleep in the middle of it once was justified but was good for me too.

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Saturday, 29 June 2013

Anime 18 Review Link - Baccano! (2007)

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Dir. Takahiro Omori
Japan

Despite being a huge fan of anime, whose finally starting to get at the stage of viewing anything in large quantities, I'm likely to stay very picky with what anime series I will buy without viewing first or put a lot of anticipation in. I will watch anything, but only the most offbeat and unconventional anime series immediately grab my interest. Considering how much the box sets for television anime is, even when it's on sale, for me, and I realise I may be a complete skinflint Scrooge when spending my money, I can't slam money on the counter unless its something that, upfront, is going to be unique. Baccano! is very glib and very violent, but its defiantly not conventional for many reasons. It didn't even need to be based on American gangster films and be a series set in Japan and its presentation is still unconventional. It's the sort of anime that (sadly) doesn't sell as much as the Narutos of the world but would ultimately be the more memorable work.

Review Link - http://www.videotapeswapshop.co.uk/15306/baccano-%E2%80%93-2007-director-takahiro-omori/

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Saturday, 13 April 2013

Death May Be Your Seleção (Eden of the East (2009-2010))

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Dir. Kenji Kamiyama
Japan

[Note: This is a review of all the parts that make up this property – the original eleven episode television series (2009), and the two feature films King of Eden (2009) and Paradise Lost (2010) – as one single entity. I will not include spoilers, but the bigger issue of reviewing this in these terms is how the opinion one has for the work contrasts from just reviewing the television series by its own and the whole together. It may also mean you will have to acquire more than a single DVD set to get all the parts of the entire narrative, so take note.]


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If there is one virtue to Eden of the East that stands above all else, it’s how different in manner and tone this is from most anime that is released in the West. Its prime focus, whittling it all down, is its director-writer scrutinising his country’s sociological and economic situation and, through a science fiction, political thriller premise, offering up his own hope for the future of Japan through entertainment. Missiles are a motif of the work, but it is just as likely, if more so, for a major plot turn to take place just from a piece of internet technology or a mobile phone, military hardware having less effect than ordinary consumer technology in a country where such things of mobile communication has its own urban legends and pop cultural connections. Envisioning its world through the eyes of restless youths, shut-ins and NEETs, the latter young adults not in employment, education or training, it’s a story where a single specialist phone can make the Prime Minister of Japan say “uncle” on public television. It’s very much a creation of the late 2000s and of this decade, even at five years old now, still relevant now for Japanese and non-Japanese viewers, and fascinating storytelling of the period only a few years ago you can view from a distance.

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On an improvised trip to Washington D.C. by herself, the young Japanese woman Saki Morimi (Saori Hayami in Japanese, Leah Clark in English) has an odd encounter with a Japanese man her age, completely naked and welding a pistol in one hand and a phone in the other, outside the White House, finding herself becoming enamoured to this mysterious person calling himself Akira Takizawa (Ryōhei Kimura in Japanese, Jason Liebrecht in English). With no memories of who he is, Takizawa discovers that the phone is a specialist one where, with up to ten billion yen only accessible on it available for his use, he has the ability to do almost anything through a mysterious female contact called Juiz (Sakiko Tamagawa in Japanese, Stephanie Young in English), who proclaims him as a savour of Japan. With such power in a single phone comes great responsibility, realising he is in a game where he has been fostered into trying to save Japan with this phone at his disposal, slowly recovering his memories with the help of Saki and her friends while dealing with the consequences of this predicament, both what he may have done before he lost his memories and the other users who have these phones as well, all called Seleção and trying to win the game or do what they desire with the resources they have. Wanting to literally punch the person who set the game up, Takizawa has to deal with the consequences of having a whole country on his shoulders and doing what he feels is best for it.

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The original television series juggles political drama, latent romance, comedy and this mild science fiction idea together in a way that succeeds by its end. The only real flaw with it, by itself, is that it was clearly halted from having enough episodes needed to tell the whole narrative that was planned out. It goes with a considerate beat, and makes a full narrative arch, but with the following theatrical films afterwards, it’s clear that Eden of the East needs more than those eleven episodes to fill out the wider storyline. This causes the whole project to have some flaws with its pace and presentation. The series itself is perfect in structure baring a couple of episodes surrounding a character known as the ‘Johnny Hunter’, which in  a second viewing works for characterisation but has a contrived wrap-up of that scenario. It suffers a lot more in the first theatrical film King of Eden; it is needed as it is structurally, but it repeats the beginning of the series somewhat pointlessly and feels like it covers less in eighty minutes than what a single twenty minute episode from the series did. Thankfully Paradise Lost, as the ending, corrects this problem.

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It’s amazing how subdued Eden of the East is over these different pieces. It is very idiosyncratic, far from a Dragonball Z-likw work or a major fad series usually based on a Shonen Jump manga. This series is anchored down by its emotional core, specifically around the character of Saki whose handling as a character perfectly symbolises the whole project as a whole. In the wrong hands, she could have been all the worst stereotypes of the passive, waif-like female character, Kenji Kamiyama writing all the characters, even minor ones, well. Even if she could still be accused as being a one dimensional character, getting perilously close to this in the first half of King of Eden, there are two factors that prevent this and also solidify the narrative. One, that despite Takizawa being the cool, confident male hero of the story, everyone including the antagonists have their moments to speak in the spotline and that the events that take place are not pushed forward by coincidence, but by a single word utter at the right time or an available laptop which levels the playing field for every character to contribute something. It’s also clear, having her open and close the whole story narrative wise, Saki is the clear protagonist even if she’s not in every scene or has the final-final sequence of the entirety of Eden of the East. Reversing the usual trope in anime where it’s a male in this position with a mysterious female love interest (or two or three or a whole illicit boudoir of high school girls and foreign exchange students), she is the audience surrogate who is having to understand this all and weaves the proceedings for us together around a concise arch she can learn from and we, the viewer, get the best from with her as the placed narrator of the series. At the centre of Eden of the East, she works perfectly as the anchor to prevent the entire story from becoming vague and float off into ramblings about Japanese economy; the growing love story works in this, rather than being an arbitrary contrivance like in another anime, making sense to flesh the whole story out and to make sure everything – from the political talk to the oddest Dawn of the Dead (1978) tribute you could ever see – work together fully as a single tale.

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This emotional core allows the original TV series to (potentially) work by itself as it concludes a solid character arch, and allows, even with the faltering pace in the first film, for everything in the entire proceedings to keep consistent. The closing films do not, in any way, top the ending of the final episode of the TV series, which will disappoint some, but this work from the beginning is an immensely talky, leisurely paced work when you loosen the genre tropes wrapped around it. It’s more difficult to pigeonhole than a lot of anime, and by the final film, it is clearly the creation of a director-writer who wanted to explore his feelings about his country, old enough to have absorbed any the political strife in the Seventies in Japan when he was growing up as a child, and also see the country’s economy blossom and burst in the eighties. He can also look forward, through what he concentrates on in this story, while staying entertaining and comedic even in its more serious parts. He follows in the same distinct school of director-writer Mamoru Oshii in expressing his philosophies through these genre films, and that he is famous for his spin-offs of the Ghost In The Shell films, which I need to see, is befitting him.

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The fragmentation of the whole project mars it slightly, which is the only real fault of Eden of the East. Beyond the annoying issue, as always been the case with anime, of having to acquire every part of it, and having to contend with expensive prices and DVDs not being available, it does have a real effect in making it drop in quality with The King of Eden film. Everything else succeeds. The TV series caps itself off well, despite only having eleven episodes and leaving you wanting more, and by the end of Paradise Lose it successfully closes the story off if you don’t view the story as being the ending of the TV series but a drama. It manages to survive the potential chaos of splitting off the whole story into three pieces and it still shines from it, so much so that even the series’ end credits is a great pieces of short film making by itself in its stop motion, paper animation. The desire from the animation company Production I.G.  to make something different is clear to see and they all really put their hearts into this, flaws or not. That its not based on a manga, a videogame or tie-in, but an original creation that was fully thought out, makes it even more refreshing.

And this is strange even to the characters in the series. 
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Friday, 22 March 2013

Videotape Swapshop Review: Norwegian Ninja (2010)

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Dir. Thomas Cappelen Malling
Norway

Another Videotape Swapshop review. The title of the film is more than enough to explain what it is about, but even better, there’s more to it than that would suggest.


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Friday, 8 March 2013

Videotape Swapshop: Ninja In The Dragon’s Den (1982)

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Dir. Corey Yuen
Hong Kong

The following is the start of the March-ial Arts month on the site Videotape Swapshop. I absolutely recommend viewing the reviews by my co-writers as they touch upon some eclectic choices and even manage to slip Danny Dyer of all people into the season. How Dyer would survive in this film, with ninjas, stilt fighting and the use of ladders that would impress B&Q, I can’t tell, but the debut of Corey Yuen is still worth its weight in gold.


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Tuesday, 5 March 2013

Videotape Swapshop Review: A Zed & Two Noughts (1985)

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Dir. Peter Greenaway
Netherlands-United Kingdom

Going on with the Videotape... reviews, this is a link for one for a Peter Greenaway film that I had a drastic change of heart on after not seeing it since university or earlier.


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Sunday, 24 February 2013

A Loving Review of...Fellini’s Roma (1972)

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Dir. Federico Fellini
France-Italy

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In many ways one’s autobiography would have to include the place you had grown up in. This has been a small streak within cinema from Fellini’s films to Guy Maddin’s My Winnipeg (2007). Both films thought, alongside others like Terence Davies’ Of Time and the City (2008), have had to tackle within the running times what it means to be born in a certain country as well to explain this – My Winnipeg is as much about Maddin being Canadian as Of Time and the City is of Davies being a Briton of a certain generation as well as a Liverpudlian. Federico Fellini’s Roma however is completely upfront about this aspect. Roma has no clear narrative. It is a series of interconnecting, or separate, segments about Rome. It shares aspects of classic history of the previous theatrical film to this Satyricon (1969) and his childhood under the rule of Benito Mussolini that would be tackled more in his very well regarded Amarcord (1973), but tackles it in a further grandness even compared to his other work in explaining what Rome means to him as a place.

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It is an exceptionally well made film, one that could only be made within the seventies sadly, able to juggle classical period scenes, usually with a young representation of Fellini within it, and the current Rome with the same grandeur. It has within itself the old Rome, the real one of ancient history and culture, against the new Rome of rebellious students and alternative culture. Fellini himself shows a key issue of the film by having an older man desire from him to not make a film about the lowlifes, prostitutes and ‘tranvesties’ that he felt would make Rome look bad to the world, and then immediately after it students wanting him to show the political and poverty issues of the city, placing the various separate and divisive aspects of the city together in one varying image of it. Fellini is a baroque classicist, showing the period of World War II as a time that, despite the war, people could still function as joyful human beings. That he shows the rightwing propaganda of the Mussolini reign at the time alongside these warm, jubilant scenes is not a troubling concept as it could have been. Not only did Fellini undermine the image of Mussolini greatly in Amarcord, including a bizarre sequence with a giant head, but in this film he shows the period with honesty, growing up within it, and how the fascist ideology was going to fail in hindsight. A scene at a vaudeville show, a standout within a film consisting of standout scenes, shows a lovingly hilarious and bawdy series of moments that is undercut by both a bombing of the city, and within an air raid shelter, a man who believes Mussolini and Nazi Germany will win the war against one who doubts the war completely.

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Technically, Roma is a masterpiece as well as in its content. Breaking away from conventional cinema, and being meta about the filmmaking as well, it keeps the film’s content within a consistent framework by the quality of its making. A masterful sequence on a Rome highway, following a vehicular crane with a film camera on it, also being filmed from another car, shows exceptional skill with the use of filming, editing and sound as it shows the numerous drivers and vehicles on the roads. And Fellini makes sequences like these more than mere technical exercises by having humour, vibrancy, life, and in his obsession with full, heavily made-up women with large bosoms, a virile sexuality to certain moments. It is also more than a nostalgic view of the past as Fellini is certainly aware of the problems of the time it was made in. He sympathises with the new generation and their hippy culture, and in a bravura sequence, shows that ancient history, of the most beautiful, can be lost by the badly planned incursion of modernism and urbanisation. Then there is the ecclesiastical fashion show sequence dubbed by the late Amos Vogel to be a parody of ‘the wealth, commercialisation, and corruption of the contemporary Church*. With roller-skating priests and freakish skeleton displays moving across a catwalk, it is an inspired and surreal twisting of Catholic iconography that was clearly made by a director who has a lot of admiration for Christianity but has the foresight of a critic, and the weight as a great director to get away with it, to slam the state of the Vatican church this mercilessly.

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In comparison to another Italian film about a director’s life and the world around it, Giuseppe Tornatore's Baarìa (2009) about three generations from his home village, which was sluggish and had the tone of a Hovis Bread advert rather than a film that tackled the director’s childhood, Italian politics including socialism and World War II, Fellini’s film Roma is way and above it, reminded of its failures in comparison to a film that is willing to break beyond the conventional narrative arch in favour of showing the life of Rome, good and bad, in a mass collage of images. Ending with a breathtaking sequence of a mass of youths on motorcycles and scooters in unison on the streets of Rome, driving place iconic architecture like the Coliseum, it is a loving film of the city while also reframing from being a musky, lazy ode that lacks the passion to do the task properly. Instead it ends with a jubilant picture of the future Romans of the time taking the streets, no end credits needed to spoil the power of this image.

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*Quote taken from Vogel’s exceptional book Film As A Subversive Art. Find it and read it. 

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