Solyaris (Solaris) (1972)

Solaris 1972 movie poster

 

The open­ing cred­its of Andrei Tarkovsky’s 1972 film Solaris state it is “based on the sci­ence fic­tion by Stanis­law Lem.” It’s per­haps telling that the term “sci­ence fic­tion” is used in place of sim­ply “novel.” This faint hint of apol­ogy may hint at a lack of respect for the orig­i­nal Pol­ish novel or the entire sci­ence fic­tion genre as seri­ous lit­er­a­ture. A sim­i­lar ambiva­lence echoes decades later in the adver­tis­ing cam­paign of direc­tor Steven Soderbergh’s 2002 remake, empha­siz­ing the roman­tic melo­drama over the fan­tas­tic, futur­is­tic setting.

Stan­ley Kubrick’s 2001: A Space Odyssey (read The Dork Report Review) had arrived only a few years before Solaris, and was by a long shot the most seri­ous stab at intel­lec­tual, lit­er­ary sci­ence fic­tion cin­ema yet filmed. In his essay for the 2002 Cri­te­rion Col­lec­tion DVD edi­tion of Solaris, Phillip Lopate out­lines three ways Tarkovky wished to dis­tance his film from Kubrick’s. He found 2001: A Space Odyssey “cold and ster­ile,” and set out to infuse his own sci­ence fic­tion with “pas­sion­ate human drama.” Unlike its predecessor’s gleam­ing high-technology, Tarkovsky built run-down and filthy sets for the space sta­tion, and found futur­is­tic earth­bound loca­tions in the con­tem­po­rary cars and archi­tec­ture of Japan. Finally, Lopate points out that Solaris shares more themes with Alfred Hitchcock’s Ver­tigo than 2001, namely, “the inevitabil­ity of repeat­ing past mistakes.”

Natalya Bondarchuk and Donatas Banionis in SolarisKelvin sees dead people

The links between the two films go beyond the the­matic into the polit­i­cal; Solaris is fre­quently cited as the Soviet Union’s answer to 2001: A Space Odyssey, so it ought to be viewed in the con­text of the Cold War. 2001: A Space Odyssey pre­ceded actual manned moon land­ings, the US’ most defin­i­tive vic­tory in the space race. Kubrick’s visu­als were so effec­tive that they spawned the still-simmering rumor that the moon land­ings were fal­si­fied using footage directed by Kubrick. But before all this, 2001: A Space Odyssey must have seemed like a threat or promise made to the USSR: say­ing, in effect, that the US is going to be first in space and the first to make first con­tact with alien intelligence.

So in this con­text, it’s hard not to inter­pret Solaris as at least partly a pro­pa­ganda coun­ter­shot. It too illus­trates how the soci­ety of its mak­ers and audi­ence also have the brain­power and resources to extend their empire into space. But most unlike 2001: A Space Odyssey, Tarkovsky and co-writer Fridrikh Goren­shtein never allude to pol­i­tics or even men­tion the names of other coun­tries. Kubrick’s film envi­sions no end to the Cold War, even at least thirty years into the future. Kubrick’s vision of the future is actu­ally a wicked satire, show­ing how lit­tle he expects human­ity to evolve despite sig­nif­i­cant tech­no­log­i­cal advances. His future humans still engage in petty squab­bles and apoc­a­lyp­tic brinks­man­ship in the face of a poten­tially paradigm-shifting rev­e­la­tion: the dis­cov­ery of defin­i­tive evi­dence of alien intel­li­gence in a man­u­fac­tured mono­lith buried on Earth’s moon. The US sci­en­tists and gov­ern­ment offi­cials inves­ti­gat­ing the mono­lith seem unmoved by the pow­er­ful notion of alien con­tact, and instead hold bor­ing board­room meet­ings and pose for pho­tographs. In stark con­trast, Tarkovsky’s Solaris has no sense of humor at all, about any­thing. Per­haps the most sig­nif­i­cant trait Solaris shares with Kubrick is a pen­chant for long takes. As Lopate also notes in his Cri­te­rion essay, atyp­i­cally for a Russ­ian film­maker, Tarkovsky favored long takes over Eisen­stein­ian montage.

Donatas Banionis in SolarisKelvin inspects the ductwork

In this vision of the future, the Soviet Union oper­ates a sci­en­tific research sta­tion in orbit over the ocean planet Solaris. An entire school of study called Solar­is­tics has sprung up around the study of the ocean’s pecu­liar prop­er­ties. Astro­naut Berton (Vladislav Dvorzhet­sky) returns to Earth with con­tro­ver­sial claims that the Solaris ocean some­how cre­ates phys­i­cal man­i­fes­ta­tions of land­scapes and mon­strous crea­tures on the planet’s fluid sur­face. Dr. Gibar­ian (Sos Sargsyan), still sta­tioned at Solaris, sends for his old friend, psy­chi­a­trist Chris Kelvin (Donatas Ban­io­nis). Berton, haunted and pre­ma­turely aged by his expe­ri­ences, vis­its Kelvin at his father’s home in an attempt to warn him about what he is surely to expe­ri­ence, but Kelvin rudely dis­misses him. We later learn the source of Kelvin’s mis­an­thropy: his wife Hari (Natalya Bon­darchuk) com­mit­ted sui­cide after he left her some years before.

Kelvin arrives at Solaris to dis­cover that Gibar­ian has already com­mit­ted sui­cide. The strange man­i­fes­ta­tions Berton reported on the Solaris oceans are also occur­ring on board. Every sur­viv­ing sci­en­tist still aboard the space sta­tion is haunted by “guests,” their euphemism for the appari­tions that, as best they can deter­mine, are some­how culled from their most emo­tion­ally intense mem­o­ries. In due course, Kelvin’s dead wife rein­car­nates in a con­fused, partially-formed state. She is dazed and doesn’t quite under­stand who she is or why she is there, and doesn’t “remem­ber” that she is dead. When she tries to undress, she dis­cov­ers her dress is com­pletely sewn shut; Kelvin’s imper­fect mem­o­ries of her appar­ently don’t include but­tons ‘n’ zips. Kelvin also expe­ri­ences fever­ish night­mares in which he con­fuses Hari with his long-dead mother.

Natalya Bondarchuk in Solaristhe twice-doomed Hari (Natalya Bondarchuk)

In a kind of filmed sui­cide note, Gibar­ian tells Kelvin the man­i­fes­ta­tions have “some­thing to do with con­science,” indi­cat­ing that the com­mon ori­gin of every guest is that they are each the pri­mary object of guilt in an individual’s mind. Gibar­ian asks Kelvin “did you see her yet?” sug­gest­ing that he sent for him because he cor­rectly pre­dicted Kelvin’s guest would be his dead wife Hari. The pres­ence of Gibarian’s guest (a lit­tle girl) was evi­dently for him an intol­er­a­ble curse, but per­haps he imag­ines it would be a gift for Kelvin to have Hari back. But the whole sit­u­a­tion begs the ques­tion: if the author­i­ties know about the man­i­fes­ta­tions, why would they agree to send such a psy­cho­log­i­cally dam­aged man as Kelvin?

When Kelvin attempts to leave Hari alone in his quar­ters, the not-quite-human crea­ture man­ages to smash through the door­way in pur­suit. She instinc­tively doesn’t want to be left alone, but can’t explain why. A suit­able sci­ence fic­tion expla­na­tion might be that she some­how senses that she may lit­er­ally dema­te­ri­al­ize when Kelvin’s brain is not within prox­im­ity. Or her newly-formed mind may be suf­fer­ing echoes of what the “real” Hari felt when she com­mit­ted sui­cide after Kelvin left her. What if Kelvin becomes com­fort­able liv­ing with this rein­car­na­tion of Hari, and his guilt for the orig­i­nal woman’s death lessens… will her rein­car­na­tion then disappear?

Donatas Banionis in SolarisKelvin at home in Mother Russia

An obser­va­tion: like Lind­say Anderson’s If… (read The Dork Report review), Solaris uses a mix­ture of black & white and color film. For most of the first hour, black & white footage ini­tially sig­ni­fies either film clips or tele­con­fer­enc­ing (note that the film cor­rectly pre­dicts widescreen HDTV mon­i­tors and web­con­fer­enc­ing in the future). But later sequences appear in black and white, with­out inter­nal jus­ti­fi­ca­tion: first as Berton dri­ves deject­edly back into the city (filmed in the alien land­scapes of Japan), and later as Kelvin locks him­self in his cabin on Solaris. To con­fuse the mat­ter still fur­ther, Kelvin brings a home movie with him from Earth, which is in color! I don’t have a the­ory to explain these log­i­cal dis­crep­an­cies; I’m just point­ing them out.

I’m sur­prised to find to find that I did not like the film as much as my first view­ing almost a decade ago. Solaris is as talky and over­writ­ten as its osten­si­ble model 2001: A Space Odyssey is ele­gantly quiet. Totally self-serious and humor­less, its three-hour run­ning time is frankly a lit­tle try­ing on the patience. In his 1977 appre­ci­a­tion of the film reprinted in the Cri­te­rion edi­tion book­let, Akira Kuro­sawa reports he was stunned by the expense when he vis­ited the set, equiv­a­lent to 600,000,000 yen at the time. But he defends the sig­nif­i­cant length of the early scenes set on Earth, which he inter­prets to be intended to instill nos­tal­gia for Kelvin leav­ing nature behind for­ever. Indeed, the time spent on Earth in the early parts of the film does pre­fig­ure a sig­nif­i­cant home­com­ing at the end, when Kelvin seems to return to a dream­like vision of his father’s house. The for­merly lush and mov­ing nat­ural scenery land­scape is now wasted and frost­bit. It rains inside as well as out, sug­gest­ing a kind of bap­tism or rebirth in the waters of Solaris.


Must Read: Solaris by Phillip Lopate

Must Read: the Organic Mechanic review by Adam Harvey

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Lou Reed’s Berlin

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Lou Reed’s 1973 album Berlin is a con­cept album relat­ing the tale of a doomed woman named Car­o­line liv­ing in the epony­mous city. The term “con­cept album,” then and now, invokes imme­di­ate con­de­scen­sion from fans and crit­ics alike, call­ing to mind the pro­gres­sive rock excesses of 1970s mega­bands The Who (Tommy and Quadrophe­nia) and Yes (Tales from Topo­graphic Oceans). The poet and arty down­town Man­hat­tan­ite Reed might have bet­ter served him­self by refer­ring to Berlin as some­thing more fancy-sounding, per­haps a “song cycle.”

Reed’s pre­vi­ous album Trans­former was a great com­mer­cial suc­cess, debut­ing the endur­ing hits Satel­lite of Love, Per­fect Day, and Walk on the Wild Side. To fol­low it up with some­thing like Berlin may have been loaded with artis­tic integrity, but was ask­ing for trou­ble in terms of mak­ing a liv­ing. I recall read­ing that enough mate­r­ial was recorded for it to be a double-lp, but it was edited down to a sin­gle disc before release (I can’t find a source for this fac­toid online, but I believe it was related in the liner notes of his 1992 ret­ro­spec­tive boxed set Between Thought and Expres­sion). Pro­duced by Bob Ezrin (whose con­cept album cre­den­tials also include Pink Floyd’s The Wall), it was a com­mer­cial dis­as­ter at the time. So, cursed from the begin­ning, the full stu­dio ver­sion has appar­ently never been released.

lou_reed_berlin_1.jpg“Car­o­line says / While bit­ing her lip / Life is meant to be more than this”

In ret­ro­spect, Reed now seems to have been com­pelled to flee from com­mer­cial suc­cess, or at the very least was bound and deter­mined not to repeat him­self. Reed’s other infa­mous com­mer­cial dis­as­ter Metal Machine Music was another delib­er­ate provo­ca­tion: even the most open minded musi­col­o­gist might char­i­ta­bly char­ac­ter­ize it as ear­split­ting noise. But Berlin is dif­fer­ent, hated more for its tone and sub­ject mat­ter than its sound. Sev­eral of the songs are lovely, but wow is the com­plete work depress­ing, full of anger, venom, resent­ment, death, despair, and guilt. The song “The Kids” is espe­cially har­row­ing, end­ing with a tape of chil­dren wailing.

Over time, the album was even­tu­ally redis­cov­ered. One of those reap­prais­ing Berlin was no less than artist and film­maker Julian Schn­abel. So it came to be, that 33 years after its release, Schn­abel pro­posed to Reed that Berlin really ought to be a film. Schn­abel is obvi­ously attracted to artists ded­i­cated to their work with utter con­vic­tion: rev­o­lu­tion­ary New York Artist Jean-Michel Basquiat in the epony­mous biopic, the gay poet Reinaldo Are­nas in Castro-era Cuba in Before Night Falls, and the par­a­lyzed writer Jean-Dominique Bauby in The Div­ing Bell and the But­ter­fly (read The Dork Report review). Berlin’s DVD bonus fea­tures include a brief con­ver­sa­tion with Reed and Schn­abel on Elvis Costello’s show Spec­ta­cle, in which Schn­abel describes his attrac­tion to the cin­ema from the per­spec­tive of a painter: he rev­er­ently refers to the canvas-like movie screen as “The Rectangle.”

Some­thing that only peo­ple who’ve seem him live would know is that Reed is a great gui­tar player. He’s also vis­i­bly in sur­pris­ingly good shape for a for­mer junkie (sorry, but it’s true). Does he prac­tice yoga? Reed in per­for­mance is supremely cool and detached, but some star­tlingly real emo­tion comes through in his vocal deliv­ery; he spits out the lines “they took her chil­dren away” from the song “The Kids” with real venom.

lou_reed_berlin_2.jpgAntony dances the rock minuet

Orig­i­nal gui­tarist Steve Hunter rejoined Reed for the Berlin tour, and can barely con­tain his plea­sure, despite the grim sub­ject mat­ter. Bob Ezrin con­ducts with great enthu­si­asm, but oddly, he seems to be fac­ing the drum­mer, away from the choir and wood­winds. One of my favorite bassists, Fer­nando Saun­ders, doesn’t really get to shine, but per­haps it was my sound sys­tem that couldn’t do him jus­tice. Julian Schnabel’s daugh­ter Lola directed film clips pro­jected dur­ing the per­for­mance, star­ring Emmanuelle Seigner as Caroline.

So Reed finally got a chance to present Berlin live, as a whole. Now the once-denigrated work has become a world tour, a the­atri­cal fea­ture film, a live album, and a DVD. Reed is now con­sid­ered a New York deity, not the erratic heroin addict he was back in the day. His career is far from over and there’s plenty of time for more drama, but could this be his ulti­mate revenge?

The encore includes a spe­cial treat, a lovely ver­sion of Rock Min­uet sung by Antony Hegarty (of Antony and the John­sons) in his oth­er­worldly voice. Rock Min­uet was not from the orig­i­nal album, but a spe­cial request from Schn­abel, who rightly felt it belonged. But it’s fol­lowed by a bum­mer: a desul­tory per­for­mance of the Vel­vet Under­ground stan­dard Sweet Jane. It’s a let­down that after the emo­tion­ally intense pro­ceed­ings, that Reed seems truly bored here and just walks through a song he’s prob­a­bly played hun­dreds if not thou­sands of times.


Offi­cial movie site: www.berlinthefilm.com

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Sigur Rós: Heima

Sigur Ros Heima Movie Poster

 

Dean DeBlois’ doc­u­men­tary film Heima (mean­ing “com­ing home” or “at home”) fol­lows the band Sigur Rós on their sum­mer 2006 tour of their home coun­try Ice­land. The tour con­sisted of mostly free, unan­nounced con­certs, and with the band in three basic con­fig­u­ra­tions span­ning the con­tin­uüm of the purely acoustic to the fully elec­tric. The four core mem­bers Jón Þór “Jónsi” Bir­gis­son, Georg “Goggi” Hólm, Kjar­tan “Kjarri” Sveins­son, and Orri Páll Dýra­son per­form sev­eral acoustic songs just for the cam­era. The extended band (includ­ing string ensem­ble Ami­ina) is also seen per­form­ing out­doors, fully unplugged, at a con­cert protest­ing an envi­ron­men­tally destruc­tive dam to be built by the Ice­landic gov­ern­ment. Finally, in con­trast, we also see the full band in indoor con­certs with dra­matic light­ing and video effects.

Sigur Ros HeimaSigur Rós live in concert

Most Sigur Rós songs are sung in an invented lan­guage called Von­len­ska (“Hopelandic”), adding to the uni­ver­sal­ity and inter­na­tional appeal of their music. For the unini­ti­ated, Sigur Rós are a key rep­re­sen­ta­tive of the musi­cal genre “post-rock,” which gen­er­ally refers to highly evoca­tive, cin­e­matic, largely instru­men­tal music some­times com­pared to movie sound­track com­po­si­tion. Other notable bands work­ing in roughly the same idiom include Mog­wai, Explo­sions in the Sky, and Múm. In this Dork Reporter’s opin­ion, you can trace the genre’s her­itage back to the pro­gres­sive rock of Yes and King Crimson.

Sigur Ros HeimaSigur Rós live in concert

Inter­view clips and stun­ning land­scape images punc­tu­ate the film, mak­ing it almost as much about Ice­land itself as the band. The most incon­gru­ous clip is from the avant-garde band’s unlikely appear­ance on the Late Late Show with Craig Kil­born. They dis­cuss being unpre­pared for the busi­ness side of a career in music (lawyers, con­tracts, etc.), but under­stand that they have to think of the future.

The sec­ond disc of the two DVD set fea­tures full unin­ter­rupted per­for­mances, but with no two songs played in sequence, let alone a full con­cert. The frag­men­ta­tion of both the main doc­u­men­tary film and the sup­ple­men­tary fea­tures is mildly dis­ap­point­ing. How­ever, as reported in Pitch­fork, the band has plans for a full con­cert film directed by Vin­cent Morisset.


Offi­cial movie sites: www.heima.co.uk and www.heimafilm.com

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Joy Division

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Grant Gee's documentary Joy Division covers the all-too-brief history of the eponymous post-punk band from Manchester. Joy Division was tragically short-lived, only completing two albums before lead singer Ian Curtis' suicide in 1980, but disproportionately influential. Their sound is all over the early U2 albums Boy and October, and the contemporary band Interpol has made a career out of emulating Joy Division's sound.

Gee sets the scene of late 1970s Manchester as a grimy hellhole in which "there's nothing pretty." The core members of the band are perversely inspired by a Sex Pistols concert (their review: "shite, a car crash") to form their own band. Photographer and filmmaker Anton Corbijn took some of the most memorable portraits of the band. Used to Holland's health care system, he was shocked to see poverty in England. He describes Joy Division as undernourished and shivering in their thin coats. Gee also interviews Peter Sav­ille, the graphic designer that cre­ated the remark­ably stark album sleeves that were almost as influ­en­tial as the music itself. Early cham­pion Tony Wil­son, host of the TV show “So It Goes” and later Fac­tory Records impre­sario appears. Ear­lier the sub­ject of Michael Winterbottom’s fan­tas­tic biopic 24 Hour Party Peo­ple. Cur­tis’ widow Deb­o­rah does not seem to have par­tic­i­pated, but her side of the story appears in the excel­lent biopic Con­trol (read The Dork Report review), co-produced by her and directed by Corbijn.

joy_division_1.jpgMal­nour­ished and shiv­er­ing in their thin coats: a famous por­trait of Joy Divi­sion by Anton Corbijn

Ian Cur­tis is described as a reg­u­lar lad who fre­quently bought flow­ers for his wife. In other words, the oppo­site of punk. But he’s also char­ac­ter­ized as “bipo­lar,” moody and unpre­dictable even before his epilepsy man­i­fested itself in fre­quent, dra­matic grand mal seizures. His sin­gu­lar stage pres­ence was marked by his pecu­liar form of dance inspired by his seizures (and some­times he actu­ally expe­ri­enced seizures on stage). The nec­es­sary drug treat­ments caused huge mood swings, fur­ther com­pro­mis­ing his already unsteady men­tal health. Cur­tis con­tin­ued his day job Help­ing dis­abled peo­ple for the Civil Ser­vice even as the band was tak­ing off. In a heart­break­ing bit of syn­chronic­ity, his clas­sic song She’s Lost Con­trol is about an epilep­tic girl he met though his work.

Ian Curtis of Joy DivisionIan Cur­tis of Joy Division

Grant Gee’s clear exper­tise is musi­cal doc­u­men­tary. His 1998 doc­u­men­tary Meet­ing Peo­ple is Easy famously cap­tures Radio­head break­ing through to mass pop­u­lar­ity as their 1998 album OK Com­puter is almost uni­ver­sally declared the album of the year. The frank film shows emo­tion­ally frag­ile Thom Yorke almost phys­i­cally recoil­ing from fame, but receiv­ing wise coun­sel from men­tor Michael Stipe. Gee also co-directed the excel­lent 2005 Goril­laz con­cert film Demon Days Live at the Man­ches­ter Opera House, bet­ter even than the stu­dio album that pre­ceded it. Both films have per­ma­nent spots in The Dork Report’s DVD shelf.


Offi­cial movie site: JoyDivisionMovie.co.uk

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Daniel Lanois: Here Is What Is

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Daniel Lanois is a unique musi­cian, as gifted a singer-songwriter in his own right as he is a col­lab­o­ra­tor and pro­ducer. I orig­i­nally came to rec­og­nize his name after find­ing it listed in the cred­its of many key items in The Dork Report’s for­mi­da­ble music col­lec­tion, includ­ing Peter Gabriel’s So and Us, U2’s The Joshua Tree and Achtung Baby, and Bob Dylan’s Oh Mercy and Time Out of Mind. His 1993 solo album For the Beauty of Wynona remains an all-time per­sonal favorite.

The fea­ture doc­u­men­tary Here Is What Is pre­miered at the Toronto Film Fes­ti­val in 2007, directed by Lanois, Adam Samuels, and Adam Vol­lick. It cap­tures the record­ing of the album of the same name, but also serves as a kind of ret­ro­spec­tive and mis­sion state­ment. Con­ver­sa­tions between Lanois and early men­tor (now equal) Brian Eno punc­tu­ate the film. Lanois states to Eno his inten­tions for the movie: to cre­ate a film about the beauty of music, not every­thing that sur­rounds it (which I took to mean hagiog­ra­phy, celebrity gos­sip, and the some­times tedious behind-the-sceens doc­u­men­ta­tion typ­i­cal of the genre). Eno sug­gests that his film should try to show peo­ple that art often grows out of noth­ing, or from the sim­plest of seeds in the right sit­u­a­tions, not from what out­siders might assume are the mirac­u­lous inspi­ra­tions of allegedly bril­liant or gifted artistes.

Daniel Lanois and Brian Eno in Here Is What IsDaniel Lanois and Brian Eno record­ing their new ambi­ent mas­ter­work, “Music for Staircases”

Lanois is Cana­dian by birth, but has a spe­cial affin­ity for the Amer­i­can South, espe­cially New Orleans. He cred­its New Orleans for the orig­i­nal sen­sual groove that formed the basis of rock music. Per­haps intended as a visual echo of this the­ory, the stun­ningly beau­ti­ful Car­olina Cerisola often appears danc­ing in her scanties.

Lanois details his long­time, fruit­ful col­lab­o­ra­tion with drum­mer Brian Blade. Leg­endary key­boardist of The Band, Garth Hud­son, also joins them in the stu­dio for some truly awe­some per­for­mances. One of my favorite sequences inter­cuts between “The Maker” per­formed by Lanois’ band live in stu­dio, cov­ered by Willie Nel­son and Emmy­lou Har­ris, and Lanois’ band live on stage. Billy Bob Thorn­ton, still friends from col­lab­o­rat­ing on the score to Sling Blade in 1996, drops in for a visit. We catch excit­ing glimpses of record­ing U2’s forth­com­ing album (since chris­tened No Line on the Hori­zon, to be released in Feb­ru­ary 2009) with Eno and Steve Lillywhite.

Daniel Lanois in Here Is What IsWhich but­ton dials down Bono’s ego?

Lanois names a pri­mar­ily influ­ence to be the Jimi Hen­drix Expe­ri­ence, which he describes as a fairly straight­for­ward rock trio but with ambi­tious, exper­i­men­tal pro­duc­tion. He describes how he him­self approaches pro­duc­tion, in just one word: “feel.” He report­edly had a con­tentious rela­tion­ship with Dylan in the stu­dio, but the resul­tant albums are clas­sics, and Dylan affirmed that “you can’t buy ‘feel.’” Another Lanois apho­rism, “max­i­mize the room,” means to make the most of what you have, rather than invite guest musi­cians or order up more equipment.

Here Is What Is fea­tures full per­for­mances of songs, which is espe­cially wel­come com­pared to two recent music doc­u­men­taries recently screened by The Dork Report: Low in Europe (read The Dork Report review) and You May Need a Mur­derer (read The Dork Report review), which both shy away from actu­ally show­ing Low per­form. Here Is What Is’s visu­als are some­times com­pro­mised with cheesy video effects. The film is at its best when sim­ply fol­low­ing the hyp­notic move­ments of Lanois’ hands on his pedal steel guitar.


Offi­cial movie site: daniellanois.com/hereiswhatis

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Menace II Society

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Let me just come out and say it: I utterly and totally loathed Men­ace II Soci­ety. The Dork Report’s 1/2 star rat­ing is reserved for true cin­e­matic crimes against human­ity, movies that I think the world would have been a bet­ter place had they not been made (zero stars are for those rare and spe­cial cases, beyond the pale, where bad trans­mutes into good, like the per­versely enjoy­able Plan 9 From Outer Space — read The Dork Report review). Of course, I’m a rel­a­tively priv­i­leged white boy from sub­ur­bia, so it’s going to be tricky for me to explain my pas­sion­ately neg­a­tive reac­tion to a movie about African Amer­i­cans trapped in racist, drug-infested Watts, South Cen­tral Los Ange­les. The cheap way out would be to claim I’m not the tar­get audi­ence, but that itself would be a kind of racist copout.

Menace II Society

The best way to explain how I feel about this movie is to com­pare it to two of the best works of fic­tion I’ve ever seen: Do the Right Thing (1989) and The Wire (2002–08). Men­ace II Soci­ety opens with stock footage of 1965 Watts riots, and then fast-forwards to Watts in 1993. It’s a cheap and crass stab at social rel­e­vance that only movies like Spike Lee’s mas­ter­piece Do the Right Thing have earned. I don’t know how much fac­tual or bio­graph­i­cal truth is in Men­ace II Soci­ety, but every­thing that fol­lows strikes me as exploita­tion; which is to say, the worst, most sen­sa­tion­al­ized depic­tions of drug cul­ture dra­ma­tized to scare the bejeezus out of sup­pos­edly civ­i­lized cin­ema goers. Do the Right Thing pre­sented one of the most com­plex views of racial ten­sion ever seen in the movies, but Men­ace II Soci­ety is a mere low­lights reel of relent­less vio­lence and deprav­ity that seemed to me to be racist itself. Caine (Tyrin Turner), O-Dog (Larenze Tate), and Tat (Samuel L. Jack­son), not a sin­gle char­ac­ter can speak a sin­gle sen­tence with­out at least three n-words and two f-bombs.

The Wire is one of the only TV series to approach the level of lit­er­a­ture, and like Do the Right Thing it counts race among its many deep themes. Many of its char­ac­ters are also under­priv­i­leged African Amer­i­cans on the wrong side of the law. But not once did I ever sense The Wire was exploita­tive or sen­sa­tion­al­is­tic in any way. Men­ace II Soci­ety barely deserves to be men­tioned in the same para­graph as The Wire, but I did note a very sim­i­lar scene in both: in the sec­ond sea­son of The Wire, Bodie and Sham­rock take a rare road trip out of Bal­ti­more and, unable to find any hip-hop on the radio, instead find them­selves lis­ten­ing to NPR’s A Prairie Home Com­pan­ion in baf­fled silence. Like­wise, the best scene in Men­ace II Soci­ety is of an African Amer­i­can fam­ily at home on Christ­mas Eve watch­ing It’s a Won­der­ful Life, and utterly unable to relate to or derive any plea­sure from it.

Menace II Society

Men­ace II Soci­ety (1993, New Line Cin­ema) is the debut film from twin broth­ers Albert and Allen Hughes, who would later go on to direct From Hell (2001), and com­pletely miss the point of the source mate­r­ial: Alan Moore and Eddie Campbell’s graphic novel. In direct con­trast to John Singleton’s sim­ply, clas­si­cally shot Boyz n the Hood (read The Dork Report review), Men­ace II Soci­ety is a slickly pol­ished pro­duc­tion (which, I believe, only con­tributes to its glam­or­iza­tion of the thug gangsta lifestyle). But it’s a clumsy film in other ways, with ter­ri­ble voiceover nar­ra­tion stu­pidly telling instead of show­ing. But it pays off in the end with the real­iza­tion of the only inter­est­ing device of the film: it’s nar­rated by a dead man.


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Boyz n the Hood

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John Singleton’s 1991 debut Boyz n the Hood is the story of a group of friends com­ing of age in South Cen­tral, LA. After an extended flash­back set in 1984, the film catches up with the boys as high school seniors in the present day. Tré Styles (Cuba Good­ing Jr.) is a soft-spoken vir­gin that dri­ves a wimpy blue VW bug, while his good-for-nothing gang­ster friend Dough­boy (Ice Cube) rides a souped-up Cadil­lac and packs heat. The seri­ous, ded­i­cated Tré has a job and a future, and Doughboy’s brother Ricky (Mor­ris Chest­nut) has real prospects for going to col­lege on an ath­letic scholarship.

Boyz n the Hood“Get off me wit yo’ big four by forehead!”

It’s worth not­ing that the most evil, racist per­son in the movie is a black cop. It’s a dou­ble whammy; as both a police­man and an adult black man, he ought to have been the man the kids could looked up to and relied on the most. Indeed, the one key fac­tor that dif­fer­en­ti­ates Tré from his cir­cle of doomed friends is his role model. His father Furi­ous Styles’ (Lau­rence Fish­burne) uncom­pro­mis­ing par­ent­ing style helps keep Tré from the fates that befall many of his friends.

Boyz n the Hood“You still got one brother left, man.”

Sin­gle­ton him­self has a cameo appear­ance as the totally blasé mail­man that deliv­ers mail dur­ing a front-lawn fist­fight. Boyz n the Hood was Singleton’s first film, notable for being one of the first main­stream movies to tell a kind of story for a kind of audi­ence Hol­ly­wood his­tor­i­cally ignored or exploited. But its rel­a­tively low bud­get also cor­re­sponds to clumsy direc­tion, awk­ward edit­ing, and some crummy act­ing (espe­cially Baha Jack­son as the young Dough­boy). The DVD edi­tion I saw was panned & scanned, a trav­esty that cer­tainly didn’t help. Stan­ley Clarke’s cheesy lite jazz score is sur­pris­ingly awful, and I say that as a fan of Clarke who’s seen the jaw-dropping bassist live in concert.

Boyz n the Hood opens with the sober­ing sta­tis­tic that in 1991, 4 in 21 African Amer­i­can males will be mur­dered within their life­time. But it also ends with the hope­ful epi­gram: “Increase the Peace.”


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Cinema Immortal: Tarsem’s The Fall

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Tarsem Singh’s The Cell (2000) was one of the best-looking bad movies I’ve ever seen. It cer­tainly wasn’t helped by the pres­ence of Jen­nifer Lopez or the rou­tine ser­ial killer plot pos­si­bly meant to cap­i­tal­ize on the suc­cess of David Fincher’s Se7en (both hav­ing come from the same stu­dio, New Line Cin­ema). But it was trag­i­cally obvi­ous that Tarsem (as he is sim­ply known) was a wildly tal­ented visual styl­ist on a par with Terry Gilliam or Jean-Pierre Jeunet. So now, financed by his own money, in pro­duc­tion for over four years in 20 coun­tries, and pre­sented by Fincher and Spike Jonze, Tarsem gets a chance to tell one of his own sto­ries. He achieves a high level of spec­ta­cle with­out an osten­ta­tiously high bud­get. Apart from a scene in which tat­toos ink them­selves upon a man’s torso, there is lit­tle appar­ent CGI. If Tarsem used more com­puter effects, they’re good enough to be invis­i­ble. And one of the best sequences, a night­mar­ish surgery, is exe­cuted as stop motion ani­ma­tion like some­thing by The Broth­ers Quay.

Tarsem Singh The FallInside the Grate­ful Dead t-shirt factory

The Fall opens in the after­math of a sur­real acci­dent: a horse is lifted by crane from a deep gully after hav­ing appar­ently fallen off a bridge. That we even­tu­ally learn that this strange scene is merely a Hol­ly­wood West­ern movie set does not lessen the enjoy­ably dream­like weird­ness of the imagery. The real theme of the movie is of the power of sto­ry­telling through the intense visu­al­iza­tion of movies, or even bet­ter, the imagination.

Amer­i­can stunt­man Roy (Lee Pace) recu­per­ates in a South­ern Cal­i­forn­ian hos­pi­tal. Alexan­dria (Cat­inca Untaru), a lit­tle girl mend­ing a bro­ken arm, attaches her­self to the bedrid­den mope. She had fallen from a tree while pick­ing fruit with her Indian immi­grant fam­ily in nearby orange groves, and now finds her­self alone in the strange hos­pi­tal, iso­lated not only by her age but also by the lan­guage bar­rier. She has never seen a movie and doesn’t really under­stand Roy’s job. But she is drawn to him, per­haps partly out of an inno­cent crush and partly out of her real­iza­tion he, like she, is unusu­ally imaginative.

Justine Waddell in The FallJus­tine Waddell’s fash­ions in The Fall will put your eye out

The slightly pudgy Untaru is a refresh­ing cast­ing choice for a child char­ac­ter, endear­ing but not cloy­ingly cute or espe­cially pre­co­cious. The phys­i­cally and emo­tion­ally trau­ma­tized Roy is bemused by her at first, and shortly finds him­self enter­tain­ing her with a seri­al­ized tale of epic derring-do. Roy’s fan­tas­tic adven­ture of the strug­gle between The Black Ban­dit against Gov­er­nor Odi­ous (Daniel Cal­t­a­girone) over the beau­ti­ful Eve­lyn (Jus­tine Wad­dell) becomes a movie-within-the-movie, visu­al­ized through the fil­ter of the girl’s mea­gre expe­ri­ences but rich imag­i­na­tion. When the Amer­i­can describes an “Indian,” she pic­tures a man from India, and his “squaw” is an Indian princess. She casts her ver­sion of the story with Roy and peo­ple from the hos­pi­tal. In the most Gilliam-esque image, the enemy knights resem­ble the hospital’s crudely armored X-Ray technicians.

Tarsem Singh The FallOur heroes wisely keep their distance

But it turns out Roy is a failed sui­cide case, heart­bro­ken over los­ing the love of a beau­ti­ful star­let. The acci­dent in the begin­ning of the film was his; both he and she are lit­er­ally fallen peo­ple. Like Gilliam’s The Adven­tures of Baron Mun­chausen (read The Dork Report review), the seem­ingly child-like tale he tells is shot through with dark under­cur­rents. Alexan­dria can just barely sense the pain embed­ded in the story, and is unequipped to truly grasp Roy’s deep anx­i­eties that love and life are doomed. Is he being cruel by telling her this story, or is he try­ing to teach her his grim life lessons?

The con­clu­sion has the feel of being tran­scen­dent and excit­ing, but lacks real punch. In a rapidly accel­er­at­ing crescendo of cut­ting and music, Roy and Alexan­dria heal (phys­i­cally and emo­tion­ally) and leave the hos­pi­tal. As she grows up, she imag­ines Roy exe­cut­ing every stunt in every movie she sees for the rest of her life. It’s incred­i­bly cal­lous of me as a viewer to sug­gest that the story might have taken such a turn, but just imag­ine the impact this sequence would have had if Roy had killed him­self after all… she would keep him alive for­ever in the movies in her head.


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Speed Racer

Speed Racer movie poster

 

The good news is that Andy & Larry Wachowski’s Speed Racer is fun and eye-poppingly extra­or­di­nary to watch. As with their break­through The Matrix (1999), there’s the strong feel­ing that you’re see­ing some­thing new; not just emer­gent tech­nolo­gies but a whole new style of moviemak­ing. But the bad news is that it’s all… too much. Why under­take such huge effort and expense just to repli­cate the essence of a poorly writ­ten and cheaply ani­mated TV series that no one, not even the geeki­est Japan­ese animé otaku (fan­boy), really misses? This film might have been so much bet­ter if they had jet­ti­soned the bag­gage of the intel­lec­tual prop­erty (a mis­nomer in this case) and told an orig­i­nal story in this rad­i­cal new style.

The movie incar­na­tion of Speed Racer has inher­ited the visual quirks of the orig­i­nal 1960s car­toon, cross-bred with the information-rich com­put­er­ized motion graph­ics of mod­ern tele­vised sports. The color scheme is dom­i­nated by bright, pri­mary col­ors like War­ren Beatty’s Dick Tracy (made in a era before com­puter graph­ics and dig­i­tal color grad­ing). Talk­ing heads lat­er­ally pan across the screen, usu­ally redun­dantly nar­rat­ing the onscreen events for us. The effect is like watch­ing ESPN; when two cars crash, an announcer promptly tells us that two cars have crashed.

Christina Ricci in Speed RacerChristina Ricci can see for miles and miles

The film is also mod­eled after video games and Japan­ese animé in gen­eral. Huge sequences are entirely com­puter gen­er­ated, with what lit­tle live action pho­tog­ra­phy there is most likely shot against green­screen sound­stages. The Wachowskis’ res­i­dent spe­cial effects mad sci­en­tist John Gaeta metic­u­lously stages the many incred­i­ble car chases like bat­tles in a war movie from an alter­nate uni­verse. Like Peter Jackson’s The Lord of the Rings and George Lucas’ Star Wars pre­quel trilo­gies, the movie prac­ti­cally is ani­mated. Just watch­ing it, it’s pos­si­ble to imag­ine what the tie-in video game must be like.

Every sin­gle line of dia­log is a cliché, and so too is the plot. Speed (Emile Hirsch) is a young race car dri­ver, a lone hon­est man in a cor­rupt indus­try. Yes, his name is actu­ally Mr… Speed… Racer. His dis­graced older brother Rex died a mys­ti­fy­ing death years before, pro­vid­ing Speed with the moti­va­tion to prove him­self both as a dri­ver and as an hon­est man. Pops and Mom Racer (Susan Saran­don and John Good­man) some­times appear in the same shot but hardly ever exchange words. Speed also has an insanely annoy­ing lit­tle brother with a Brook­lyn accent and, god help us all, a mon­key. The odd­ball extended Racer fam­ily also includes the Aus­tralian mechanic Sparky and Speed’s heli­copter pilot-slash-girlfriend Trixie (Christina Ricci, whom at some point has lost her endear­ing baby fat and now seems star­tlingly skinny). The whole gang appar­ently lives together in the same house, with Speed’s car parked in the liv­ing room like an extra sibling.

Lest all the action be of the vehic­u­lar vari­ety, the Wachowskis wisely scat­ter about a few awe­some wire-fu fight sequences designed (appar­ently not designed by The Matrix’s genius chore­o­g­ra­pher Woo-ping Yuen). The most excit­ing and visu­ally impres­sive fight takes place on a snowy plain, with the falling snow pro­vid­ing manga–like motion lines (a char­ac­ter­is­tic of Japan­ese comic books). The fights are even more fun when John Good­man gets in on the act, and one under­stands why he might have signed on to such a project (if for rea­sons other than a big stu­dio paycheck).

Emile Hirsch in Speed RacerLike audi­ences world­wide, Emile Hirsch is a lit­tle over­whelmed by the visuals

If I were to sin­gle out one tragic flaw, I would say that Speed Racer suf­fers, like Richard Kelly’s South­land Tales (read The Dork Report review), with too much back­story. Over­long for a kids movie, it’s almost one full hour before we get to the main plot: Speed Racer must join forces with adver­saries Racer X (Matthew Fox) and Taejo Togokhan (Korean pop­star Rain) to accom­plish something-or-other and defeat some kind of injus­tice that I can’t quite recall, all of which has some­thing to do with vet­eran racer Ben Burns (Richard “Shaft” Roundtree). Who can remem­ber details after two-plus hours of sheer sen­sory over­load? Speed Racer feels like a sequel to a movie we haven’t seen, with enough threads left dan­gling (mostly involv­ing the true story of Speed’s brother) to set up a hypo­thet­i­cal third episode.

For any num­ber of pos­si­ble rea­sons, this very expen­sive folly bombed and we almost cer­tainly won’t see that tril­ogy. The Wachowski broth­ers were per­ceived to have fum­bled the wildly pop­u­lar Matrix fran­chise with two obtuse sequels (although this Dork Reporter would argue in favor of the minor­ity opin­ion that the sec­ond, The Matrix Reloaded, is actu­ally their mas­ter­piece), they pro­duced the thick­headed V for Vendetta (mud­dy­ing up and widely miss­ing the point of the pow­er­ful anar­chist graphic novel by Alan Moore and David Lloyd), and one is rumored to have had a sex change. With such a track record it’s not sur­pris­ing that the moviego­ing pub­lic, even the genre-loving fan­boys that make up Chud.com and Ain’t It Cool News might have soured on them. Plus, the orig­i­nal Speed Racer car­toon is excep­tion­ally cheap and lame, so much so that even myself as a child could tell it was crap.

Warner Bros. revealed their embar­rass­ment by issu­ing the DVD as a bare-bones single-disc release, at time when even the crap­pi­est movie seems to merit a deluxe multi-disc pack­age padded out with hours of self-congratulatory value-added mate­r­ial. There’s noth­ing at all on the DVD about the obvi­ously ground­break­ing spe­cial effects. Instead, the film­mak­ers decided that what audi­ences wanted was more mon­key (the vile beastie stars in the clos­ing cred­its sequence) and more annoy­ing kid brother (who costars in a mock­men­tary fea­ture with an embar­rass­ingly poorly acted appear­ance by pro­ducer Joel Silver).


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The Incredibles

The Incredibles movie poster

 

Like writer/director Brad Bird’s Rata­touille, The Incred­i­bles is a vir­tu­ally per­fect movie. Bird’s aston­ish­ing one-two punch for Pixar builds on the ani­ma­tion studio’s rep­u­ta­tion for deep emo­tional res­o­nance already earned by Andrew Stanton’s Find­ing Nemo (read The Dork Report review) and later recon­firmed by Wall-E (read The Dork Report review). But Bird’s films add a wel­come matu­rity that proves the medium of ani­ma­tion can be, at its best, truly for all ages.

Although packed with action, spec­ta­cle, and chase sequences, it’s dif­fi­cult to imag­ine how lit­tle kids would react to such a rel­a­tively dark movie. Note the middle-aged anx­i­ety, mar­i­tal strife, and sur­pris­ingly high body count (granted, most deaths hap­pen off­screen, but only just!). I can eas­ily imag­ine most kids tun­ing out dur­ing the many long dra­matic sequences obvi­ously pitched at adults. Just to name one scene that might be hard for young­sters to grasp: Mr. Incred­i­ble saves a sui­ci­dal man who doesn’t want to be saved. Guest Dork Reporter Snark­bait asked her two lit­tle boy cousins what they liked best about their movie. They relate most to the char­ac­ter Dash, and prob­a­bly selec­tively ignore the bits they can’t yet under­stand. So per­haps I’m under­es­ti­mat­ing how well the movie works on mul­ti­ple levels.

The IncrediblesThe fam­ily that fights robot drones together stays together

Even the voice cast­ing is so per­fect, it’s impos­si­ble to imag­ine any oth­ers in their place. Craig T. Nel­son is as per­fectly suited to Mr. Incredible’s middle-aged anx­i­eties as Tim Allen was to Buzz Lightyear’s inno­cent blus­ter in the Toy Story films. I could go on to praise every sin­gle other voice actor, but spe­cial men­tion must go to Holly Hunter as sassy spit­fire Elasti­girl, Sarah Vowell’s per­fect expres­sion of teen anx­i­eties as (shrink­ing) Vio­let, and Brad Bird’s gut-bustingly hilar­i­ous impres­sion of Hol­ly­wood fash­ion leg­end Edith Head as the super­hero cos­tume designer Edna Mode.

Brad Bird and Holly Hunter in The IncrediblesBrad Bird steals his own movie as the unfor­get­table Edna Mode

If forced to find one thing to cri­tique, I would point to the rel­a­tively minor details of the char­ac­ters’ hair. On the DVD bonus fea­tures, the Pixar ani­ma­tors and soft­ware engi­neers brag about the tech­nolo­gies they invented to sim­u­late real­is­tic hair, but none of the vir­tual coifs sit well upon the delib­er­ately styl­ized car­toony faces. The char­ac­ters have cute lit­tle dim­ples instead of hairy nos­trils and waxy ear canals, so why give them such pho­to­re­al­is­tic hair?


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