Showing posts with label Genre: Documentary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Genre: Documentary. Show all posts

Monday, 14 October 2013

Representing Denmark: Häxan (1922)

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Dir. Benjamin Christensen

As much as it's a product of its era, with aspects that have dated, the uniqueness of Häxan is still rich, and the ideas are (sadly) still of importance in the current era. People who do not follow a conventional viewpoint will be ostracised. Those who are different - minorities, those of a belief opposite from the religion or atheist mindset with most influence, etc. - will be looked at suspiciously by those who do not take into account the complexities of individual personality, and not necessarily on purpose, but because of a presumed idea they are left in the vicinity of without any sense of full knowledge of it, from the accusers to the defenders of such groups. Women, regardless of the attempts of feminism, are frowned upon still in certain areas when they are too "ugly", too "weird", too independent, or even if they fit the stereotypes put upon them (pretty, sexually open, motherly) too much to the point they make it their own. Rationality and logic, based on scientific logic, or if you are spiritually or mystically inclined, is abused, both science and spirituality victims equally, when someone wants what they want done, to the point any cockamamie concept, as shown in scenes in this film, can be used as evidence against someone. And unfortunately, real people were murdered using these arguments, and considering the last century, with genocide, ethnic cleansing, and assaults against groups for their gender, sexuality, beliefs, social standing or race, we've yet as a species gotten the message we should have learnt from the witch burning. As much as Häxan is pure, phantasmagorical entertainment, it was made with an important message, and when you actually connect the  content to reality it is a grim reminder. Häxan does feel naive in its wonder of its subject of witchcraft, buts its virtuous naivety that wanted to learn from its subject, and still realised, and reminds the viewer, that what it is based on was reality.

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Separated into seven parts, Häxan is a docu-fiction silent era film about the subject of witchcraft, the persecuted witches, the beliefs practiced, and how the trials played out. As phantasmic cinema, it's still full of incredibly surreal and bizarre images, and from some of the illustrations shown, the director was likely basing it all on real concepts people believed. Women dancing with bipedal pigs, witches riding upside-down wooden benches as well as brooms, a whole manner of weird images. The primitive nature of the effects, the superimpositions and costumes, adds to the raw imagination and fantastical tone of it all, (like with Viy (1967) the Soviet supernatural film), giving it the sense of the otherworldly. However it's still carrying said important message. The recreations, particularly one about an old woman who is accused as a witch only for it to affect many others, shows the absurd and disturbing sides of humanity. That any vague notion could find someone guilty. That even the accuser could become the accused if someone got back at them or did so to save themselves from the pyre. Even if it's very melodramatic, it's still rewarding to demonstrate this through drama, with intertitles bringing additional information with them.

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Häxan still to this day has no real predecessor or any film which directly took from its particular melding of fiction and document. In terms of imagery, it's not surprising a sixties recut was made with William S. Burroughs narrating it. A catalogue of perverse images are seen, from pornographic use of a butter churn to a "Kiss My Ass" club for Satan long before some people required it for their followers and lackeys. But the sobering truth is still there. The last segment shows how the things women were accused of being witchlike or possession were then contemporary mental issues like sleep walking or hysteria, with even the latter eventually removed from medicine for more accurate diagnosis. It shows how so much had changed, but Christensen does leave on a note that, while no longer violent, there may not be much difference between a shower in a health club and a pyre that burns witches. Even now this causes one to step back. Even if we have care for the mentally ill, the physically and mentally disabled, the neglected or old, they're still treated as others. Even now, more so with how images paint what perfection is, those who do not stay within a web of conformity - act like everyone else - is seen as standing out usually in a negative way or as weaker. We have gone beyond use of thumbscrews, but Christensen's dramatic scenes are as much about straw man arguments, emotional blackmail, and complete cheap evidence to prove a point, which we still have. While as much a head-trip still, it shows as much now the horror of the content, the true horror, is not Satan, ridiculous and imp-like as he flickers his tongue continually and seems to be the only being who will physically love and hold the decrepit and lost. The fear of evil is the true horror because it can become evil itself. Human behaviour turns out to be scarier because without the Devil actually making his prescience known, many millions can dies under the belief of doing the just and sanctified. Häxan is still rich for a film over ninety years old, and proves to be more than a mere curio for this humanitarian morality melded alongside the incredible work to realise it.

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Thursday, 25 April 2013

A Man Vanishes (1967)

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Dir. Shôhei Imamura
Japan

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Documentaries are a fickle genre for me, divisive as I wonder whether they are actually “documents” that attempt to be neutral with the material. Documentaries became popular in the 2000s but many of them should have been called opinion films – especially from the Michael Moore school of reporting that has been blasted for their presentations – and many films, from talking heads to animated montages, look identical with a similar style that feels less like a document than a television commercial. Only documentaries on films, like Not Quite Hollywood: The Wild, Untold Story of Ozploitation! (2008), avoid this while still retaining this flashier post-music video aesthetic, unlike the work of Frederick Wiseman or essay films, because they feel like film resource books that have been made into multimedia film works, the areas that are slight in them not effecting how much information they have already. The genre is immediately affected by editing, a basic tenant to filmmaking unless the material is uncensored, raw footage. Editing affects the reality shown and what “truth” actually is which is why documentarian Michael Moore, for example, has been lambasted by the left wing as well as the right. The subjective truth is viewed as the ultimate truth, acceptable in an essay piece, which purports the creator(s) view of the world, but not acceptable if it’s supposed to be subjective or proposes to pull the curtain back on the Wizard of Oz and views it as a vital event to do so. Imamura, drifting away from fiction cinema at this point in his career, realised the fallacy of this and admits it. A Man Vanishes is fiction, explicitly said by the director onscreen, even if it’s completely truth.

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Imamura wanted to tackle nearly thirty cases of disappearances but instead, for the first film produced by the legendary Art Theatre Guild (ATG), concentrated on the case of Tadashi, an employee of a plastics firm, who leaves in his absence a murky ordinariness, of petty white collar crime and a fiancée who is both questionable in her behaviour but, as the film goes on, is as much the subject of the resentments she and her older sister have for each other and how it may have involved the  to-be husband. A Man Vanishes is a difficult film even when I have made for myself a diet of meta- and avant garde films that have a rawer aesthetic. My view, my grade, on the film drastically fluctuated through its 130 minutes. It was as much, as critic Tony Rayns comments on the film on the UK DVD release extra, a creation from very limited technological means. Hidden cameras were used at times, Imamura knowing the moral duplicity of this and covering the peoples’ faces with black oblongs when they did not give permission, but even when filming with people who did they were unable to record direct sound for a lot of the footage. Instead it is interlaced together as a separate audio track played over silent scenes of interviews and what the filmmakers are doing, eventually becoming obvious that the lip synch is wrong and that, with conversations not connecting with the images onscreen inherently, that we get a stream of conscious thoughts melded with Cinéma vérité. This first viewing, as it will be for viewers unexpecting of what they see, was for me attempting to grasp this all, the individuals involved, the people connected to Tadashi and the filmmakers, the moments where secret cameras were used and weren’t, and this rough, raw aesthetic which eventually becomes an explicit critique on what subjective truth is as well.

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As the film goes on, and the bitterness between the sisters becomes central, A Man Vanishes feels like one of Imamura’s fiction films from the ones I’ve seen. Note, this is not because A Man Vanishes feels like something like Pigs and Battleships (1961), but because Imamura was so good at capturing life in his films something like Pigs and Battleships feels realistic even to a non-Japanese viewer in the 2010s. Like many works of this late sixties, early seventies period that I have been bit-by-bit getting into, from films like this to the Osamu Tezuka manga Ayako (1972-1973), the real life individuals (or characters in a fictitious work) are old enough to have lived through, or grew up in, the Second World War, maybe having seen the Japan of before, and are living through a technologically/culturally/politically turbulent era for the country. This spikes the universal issues of human nature tackled in works like A Man Vanishes ­ - of family tensions, one’s place in humanity and society, sex and sexual relationships – and is confounded further by the country’s strong spirituality and connection of it to normalcy, moments in the film taking place where a female medium is hired to contact Tadashi and the spirits of his family to locate him. This adds an ominous supernaturalism to the events that charge head on into the lack of relevance to spirituality that some of the individuals feel. These various conflicts are radiant in Japanese cinema and Shohei Imamura would tackle all of the ones mentioned in his follow up, the grand scale, nearly three hour film Profound Desires of the Gods (1968), let alone the films of his I’ve seen and yet to get to.

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When the fiction of the film is blatantly shown, its theatrics, as Imamura steps in as the puppet master of A Man Vanishes, it eventually stands up as a great creation. Even when the fictitious is revealed, the reality beyond Imamura’s control, and how people divide and clash with each other, stands unshaken and above him, the film cameras, microphones and the man who waves a clapperboard a crowded mass within the frame of another camera up above along with the participants they’re filming. They are actual people stuck in the centre of life along with their subjects, and while Imamura had no real intention of investigating what had happened to Tadashi, his absence and the people connected with him still control the film from Imamura with their repressed emotions and their attitudes. Admitting a sadistic dream of mutilating cats to the camera, us, the wife is an ordinary, plain old human being, but as Imamura’s work enforced, human beings show as many complexities as an onion has many skins or an orange has chambers. Documentaries of the most part now are stupid and pointless in their existence for ignoring this complexity, which is why A Man Vanishes is difficult to watch but ultimately rewards more.

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Friday, 16 November 2012

Warm Pierced Heart [Sick: The Life & Death of Bob Flanagan, Supermasochist (1997)]

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Dir. Kirby Dick
USA
Part of Videotape Swapshop’s ‘The Uncut Season’

At the beginning of October, I was contacted by the website Video Swapshop to write reviews for them. This is my third contribution of a season on the site to coincide with the British Film Institution’s screening of controversial films within the history of the British film classification organisation the BBFC. This documentary was one I have wanted to see for years since hearing about it, and meant a lot to have finally done so.