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Stones In Exile de Stephen Kijak (Royaume-Uni) (documentaire)
Boxing Gym de Frederik Wiseman (Etats-Unis) (documentaire)
Cautare (Quest) de Ionut Piturescu (Roumanie)
Ett tyst barn (A Silent Child) de Jesper Klevenas (Suède)
Licht de Andre Schreuders (Pays-Bas)
Mary Last Seen de Sean Durkin (Etats-Unis)
Petit tailleur de Louis Garrel (France)
Shadows of Silence de Pradeepan Raveendran (France)
Shikasha d'Hirabayashi Isamu (Japon)
Tre ore (Trois heures) de Annarita Zambrano (Italie)
ZedCrew de Noah Pink (Zambie)
New logo. New website. New artistic director. Olivier Pere exited to become the head honcho at Locarno, so the Director's Fortnight, also known as La Quinzaine des Réalisateurs, will be Frederic Boyer's baby this year. The mandate will remain the same, but will the tastes differ? Pere's legacy includes some of my favorites over the past decade such as Corneliu Porumboiu's 12:08 East of Bucharest, Anton Corbijn's Control, Ramin Bahrani's Chop Shop, Pablo Larraín's Tony Manero, Bong Joon-ho's The Host, Lodge Kerrigan's Keane and Im Sang-soo's The President’s Last Bang.
Last year's major coup was landing Francis Ford Coppola to present Tetro. While the film selections won't be named for another two weeks, I've decided to quickly list some titles that might show up in the section, and having spotted both curators in Park City this year, we can expect in upwards of two, or perhaps even three Park City titles to end up in this sidebar. This is usually a French film heavy section, here are some titles that could very well be there this year, or cross into a different Cannes section altogether. The titles below were on my initial list that I compiled back in February - I figure I'll get a couple of them right as I'm casting a wide net. The selections will be announced on April 20th.
22nd of May - Koen Mortier
At Ellen's Age (Im Alter von Ellen) - Pia Marais
Black Heaven (L'autre Monde) Gilles Marchand
The Details - Jacob Aaron Estes
Fuga Mortis - Kirill Mikhanovsky
Gigola - Laurence Charpentier
Here - Braden King
Incendies - Denis Villeneuve
In Your Hands (Sous ton Emprise) - Lola Doillon
La vida util - Federico Veiroj
Kaboom - Gregg Araki
Love, Imagined (Les Amours imaginaires) - Xavier Dolan
Memoria - Henning Carlsen & Ricardo Del Rio
Morgen - Marian Crisan
Naufragio - Pedro Aguilera
Norwegian Wood - Tran Anh Hung
Our Grand Despair - Seyfi Teoman
Post Mortem - Pablo Larrain
Prey - Antoine Blossier
Le Quattro Volte - Michelangelo Frammartino
Rebecca H. - Lodge Kerrigan
Shit Year - Cam Archer
Svinalangorna - Pernilla August
Tuesday, After Christmas - Radu Muntean
The Tree - Julie Bertucelli
Two Gates of Sleep - Alistair Banks Griffin
Where the Boys Are (Short Film) - Bertrand Bonello
What's Wrong with Virginia - Dustin Lance Black
White, White World - Oleg Novkovic
Womb - Benedek Fliegauf
Yelling To The Sky - Victoria Mahoney








By Lee Marshall
Dir/scr/prod. Hong Sang-soo. South Korea. 2009. 140mins.
An elliptical, meandering but often quietly hilarious tale set around the downtime of a Korean arthouse film director, Like You Know It All sees Hong Sang-soo attempting nothing particularly new in his ninth feature, but rarely has it all come together so smoothly and breezily.
Hong seems to be mellowing, moving away from the prickly impenetrability of early works like The Power of Kangwon Province towards a gentler, more observational humour – though he has not abandoned his tendency to make films about filmmakers, or his fascination with two-part structure.
Hong’s films are well considered in Korea but make little impact on the box office; his last, Night and Day, failed to break the $100,000 barrier. With its healthy humour quotient, Like You Know It All should top that figure, but the producer/director needs to look at territories such as France – where he is a cult favourite – to fully recoup his modest budget. CTV International picked up Francophone rights from Finecut on the eve of Cannes, and given the right release the film should enjoy a modest but sustained arthouse run in Gallic urban centres. Elsewhere, theatrical prospects are uncertain.
One of the commercial limitations on Hong’s films is that so much of his visual style is rather dreary point-and-shoot work in available light. In a way, however, this serves to de-gloss the characters and focus attention on their deadpan interactions. These begin in Like You Know It All when arthouse director Ku (Kim Tae-woo) turns up at a (real) film festival in the northern town of Jecheon, where he is on a jury organised by a skitty, Tourette-ish festival director (Uhm Ji-won). After some heavy drinking, an old friend and business partner invites Ku back to his house, and the next morning, the director appears to have a liaison of sorts with the young wife of his friend, who attacks Ku in a jealous rage.
Twelve days later, Ku turns up on Jeju island, where he has been invited to address a class of film students taught by an old college friend. Distorted parallels between the two parts abound; Ku is approached by an attractive younger woman – a kudos-seeking porn starlet in part one, a flirtatious young film student in part two – who eventually ends up in bed with an artistic rival of the director’s – a scuzzy fellow director in part one, a respected older painter in part two. And when the painter invites Ku back to his house to meet his young wife (Go Hyun-jung), we sort of know what to expect – though as always with Hong, that’s not exactly what we’re given.
Like You Know It All may be breaking no new ground, but it’s wryly perceptive in its deconstruction of artistic egos, sending up pretensions while at the same time making what sound like first-person declarations about creativity. It’s also – and this is no small part of of its appeal - Hong’s funniest film in years.



Allegedly first noticed by Steven Spielberg in a homevideo played at a bat mitzvah and subsequently discovered by longtime casting ace and producer Fred Roos, the 18-year-old Ehrenreich manages the remarkable feat of resembling by turns three of the leading actors from "The Departed": When he first appears, he looks like the younger brother of Leonardo DiCaprio; then, at certain moments, his smile and the look in his eye recall Jack Nicholson, while his head and facial shape are reminiscent of Matt Damon. Not only that, he has a winning screen presence and proves entirely up to the role's dramatic requirements.
Ehrenreich plays Bennie, who, clad in the spiffy whites of a cruise ship attendant, uses a Buenos Aires layover to track down his brother Tetro (Vincent Gallo). Arriving unannounced at the apartment his brother shares with g.f. Miranda (Maribel Verdu) in the artsy La Boca district, Bennie wants to know why Tetro never followed up on his promise to come back for him when the older boy left home a decade earlier.
Bennie has always idealized Tetro as a successful bohemian artist, but the scruffy malcontent destroys that image quickly, rebuffing Bennie's familial overtures and refusing to answer his many questions. Tetro seems so overwhelmed by resentment, regret and anger, mostly concerning his illustrious orchestra-conductor father Carlo (Klaus Maria Brandauer), that the most he can do is scribble notes on scraps of paper he shows to no one.
Miranda mediates a kind of truce that at least keeps Tetro from kicking Bennie out and, at length, revelations leak out in conversation and color flashbacks about deep, disturbing family secrets centering on Carlo, his unbridled egomania and sense of droit du seigneur.
Fraught with Greek and Freudian weight, these crucial disclosures constitute the thematic meat of the piece and explicitly explain the reasons for Tetro's dreadful psychological condition and his desire to escape the family. But while what went on years ago might more than justify the unsteady course of Tetro's subsequent life, Coppola's gradual lifting of the dramatic lid over the course of more than two hours frankly feels old-fashioned and labored; the sort of transgressions summoned up have, of late, become the stuff of comedy and instantly disposable daytime TV talk -- no longer the exclusive property of deep-dish dramatists bent on exploring how the warped behavior of above-the-law patriarchs leads to tragedy.
What would, then, have been weighty material for the stage, bigscreen or television back in the '50s now has the feel of a small, particular story that's been inflated to immodest proportions. At the same time, Coppola lacks the writerly flair to make the big scenes soar or resonate with multiple meanings and dimensions; rather, they more often than not seem abruptly curtailed and somewhat unsatisfying.
In his search for the story's full impact, the writer-director is not overly assisted by Gallo, who has no trouble catching the bohemian physical aspects and sullen antisocial attitude of a self-styled artist, but doesn't reach down deep to where he might uncover nuggets of true character revelation; he never finds Tetro's bottom. By contrast, Ehrenreich's Bennie, hitherto unexposed to the family skeletons, is a veritable beacon of optimism and endeavor, and the teenage thesp makes the picture his own.
Other thesps, including the lively Verdu ("Y tu mama tambien") and the imposing Brandauer, register as required, albeit with no surprises. Spanish diva Carmen Maura swans through as an influential art-world maven amusingly named "Alone," who bestows and withdraws her favor at a whim.
The film's physical specifications are impeccable. Retaining much of the same crew from "Youth Without Youth," including lenser Mihai Malaimare Jr., composer Osvaldo Golijov and indispensable longtime editor and sound wizard Walter Murch, Coppola gets good value from his Argentine locations and provides abundant sensory pleasure. Use of black-and-white here creates a link with the director's 1983 "Rumble Fish," his only previous monochrome outing, which also dealt with two brothers with a significant age difference.
Coppola has spent much of his career, as well as a great deal of his own money, seeking the ideal state of truly independent filmmaking. The trouble, as always, is in being careful what you wish for, since when he finds creative nirvana, he frequently has trouble delivering the full goods. "Tetro" represents something of a middle ground in that respect.
Camera (B&W/color, widescreen), Mihai Malaimare Jr.; editor, Walter Murch; music, Osvaldo Golijov; production designer, Sebastian Orgambide; set decorator, Paulina Lopez Meyer; costume designer, Cecilia Monti; sound (Dolby), Vicente D'Elia; re-recording mixer, Murch; associate producer, Masa Tsuyuki; assistant director, Juan Pablo Laplace; second unit director, Roman Coppola; casting, Walter Rippel. Reviewed at Wilshire screening room, Beverly Hills, April 29, 2009. (In Cannes Film Festival -- Directors Fortnight, opener; Seattle Film Festival.) Running time: 127 MIN. (English, Spanish dialogue)