6.11.09

"Precious", de Lee Daniels (The New York Times, Salon)


Published: November 6, 2009

Claireece Jones, the Harlem teenager at the center of “Precious: Based on the Novel ‘Push’ by Sapphire,” lives in a world of specific and overwhelming horror. She goes by her middle name, Precious, which seems like a cruel taunt, since nearly everyone around her thinks she’s worthless and lets her know it.

Precious’s mother, Mary, played with operatic fervor by the comedian Mo’Nique, dispenses a daily ration of humiliation and abuse. The constant verbal and physical violence she directs at her daughter would be shocking even without the monstrous crime that hangs over their dim, dirty apartment like a cloud. Precious, overweight and illiterate — and played by an extraordinarily poised first-time actress named Gabourey Sidibe — has a young daughter and is pregnant for a second time. The father in both cases, who is nowhere to be seen, is Precious’s father too.

This information is bluntly presented at the beginning of Sapphire’s 1996 novel, a first-person narrative composed in rough, stylized dialect. In Lee Daniels’s risky, remarkable film adaptation, written by Geoffrey Fletcher, the facts of Precious’s life are also laid out with unsparing force (though not in overly graphic detail). But just as “Push” achieves an eloquence that makes it far more than a fictional diary of extreme dysfunction, so too does “Precious” avoid the traps of well-meaning, preachy lower-depths realism. It howls and stammers, but it also sings.

Mr. Daniels, directing his second feature (after the vivid and eccentric “Shadowboxer”), is not afraid to mix styles and genres. In his determination to do justice to Claireece’s inner life, as well as to her circumstances, he allows splashes of fantasy, daubs of humor and floods of unabashed melodrama into the drab landscape of her struggle. Ugliness is all around her, but beauty is there too.

There is something almost reckless about this filmmaker’s eclecticism, which extends from the casting — pop stars and television personalities alongside trained and untrained actors — to the visual textures and the soundtrack music. “Precious” is a hybrid, a mash-up that might have been ungainly, but that manages to be graceful instead. It’s partly a bootstrap drama of resilience and redemption, complete with a hardworking teacher (Paula Patton) wrangling a classroom full of disadvantaged girls. It’s also the nearly Gothic story of a child tormented by the cruelty of adults, as lurid as a Victorian potboiler or a modern-day tell-all memoir.

Above all “Precious” is unabashedly populist in its potent emotional appeal — not for nothing did Tyler Perry and Oprah Winfrey sign on as executive producers around the time of the film’s debut at the Sundance Film Festival in January — and at the same time determined to challenge its audience’s complacency as only a genuine work of art can.

Mary, brimming with rage, thwarted love and plain meanness, is a character bound to provoke discomfort. Even otherwise misogynistic hip-hop artists will pay tribute to the heroism of African-American mothers, and to see that piety so thoroughly dispensed with is downright shocking.

Other provocations are more subtle but no less pointed. There are virtually no men in this movie. Precious’s father is glimpsed briefly in flashbacks of his assaults on her, and in the fantasy sequences that provide escape from her pain Precious hobnobs with handsome boys, but otherwise the only male character of significance is a hospital worker played by Lenny Kravitz. Otherwise, Precious’s cosmos, for better and for worse, is a universe of women: the social worker (Mariah Carey, scrubbed of any vestige of divahood); the teacher, Ms. Rain; her co-worker in the remedial education program, played by the comedian and talk show host Sherri Shepherd; and Precious’s fellow students.

These characters all can be seen as surrogate mothers, aunts and sisters, who together provide Precious with a more functional family (to say the least) than what she has at home. But their love is also enabled by institutions and government policies. An unstated but self-evident moral of “Precious,” set during Ronald Reagan’s presidency and based on a book published in the year of Bill Clinton’s welfare reform, is that government can provide not only a safety net, but also, in small and consequential ways, a lifeline.

I will leave it for others to parse the truth or the timeliness of this message. But “Precious” is, in any case, less the examination of a social problem than the illumination of an individual’s painful and partial self-realization. Inarticulate and emotionally shut down, her massive body at once a prison and a hiding place, Precious is also perceptive and shrewd, possessed of talents visible only to those who bother to look. At its plainest and most persuasive, her story is that of a writer discovering a voice. “These people talked like TV stations I didn’t even watch,” she remarks of Ms. Rain and her lover (Kimberly Russell), displaying her awakening literary intelligence even as she marvels at the discovery of her ignorance.

And Ms. Sidibe, perhaps the least-known member of this movie’s unusual cast, is also the glue that holds it together. Nimble and self-assured as Mr. Daniels’s direction may be, he could not make you believe in “Precious” unless you were able to believe in Precious herself. You will.

“Precious” is rated R (Under 17 requires accompanying parent or adult guardian). It has frank depictions of emotional and physical violence, including the sexual abuse of a child.

PRECIOUS

Based on the Novel ‘Push’ by Sapphire

Opens on Friday in New York, Los Angeles, Chicago and Atlanta.

Directed by Lee Daniels; written by Geoffrey Fletcher, based on the novel “Push” by Sapphire; director of photography, Andrew Dunn; edited by Joe Klotz; music by Mario Grigorov; production designer, Roshelle Berliner; produced by Mr. Daniels, Sarah Siegel-Magness and Gary Magness; released by Lionsgate. Running time: 1 hour 49 minutes.

WITH: Mo’Nique (Mary), Paula Patton (Ms. Rain), Maria Carey (Ms. Weiss), Sherri Shepherd (Cornrows), Lenny Kravitz (Nurse John), Kimberly Russell (Katherine) and Gabourey Sidibe (Precious).

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Mo'Nique, newcomer Gabourey Sidibe and Mariah Carey keep "Precious" from becoming a social tract

By Stephanie Zacharek

How much bad stuff can possibly happen to one protagonist? In that contest, Precious -- the Harlem teenager at the heart of "Precious: Based on the Novel Push by Sapphire" -- ranks right up there with any Thomas Hardy heroine. Sixteen-year-old Clareece "Precious" Jones, played by newcomer Gabourey Sidibe, is pregnant with her second child -- she gave birth to the first, a girl with Down syndrome, at age 12. The father of both children is her own father, who has been sexually abusing her since she was a toddler. Her mother, Mary (Mo'Nique), resents her, considering her a rival for her man's sexual attention, and abuses her physically, sexually, verbally and emotionally. She also tries to keep Precious -- who is obese and unable to read -- out of school, asserting that she's stupid and will never amount to anything.

That's a lot of adversity to overcome, a virtual trauma pile-up, and you could argue that Precious' story -- as it's told in Sapphire's 1996 novel and as it's adapted here -- would actually be more effective if some of these dire circumstances had been dialed down just a bit, leaving some room to focus on Precious as an individual rather than as a symbolic victim. In the novel, Sapphire seems to be striving to pack in the greatest number of personal and social problems for maximum heartstring-tugging, point-making value, and the ultimate solutions to Precious' complex, anguishing problems -- education, the love of a few key people who genuinely care -- come off as too pat.

That problem extends, to a point, to this movie version, directed by Lee Daniels. (Geoffrey Fletcher adapted the screenplay, and its executive producers include dual powerhouses Oprah Winfrey and Tyler Perry.) But the performances are so plainspoken and direct that they manage to push the material beyond the confines of a mere social-problem tract -- as played by the cast, these characters aren't symbols of inner-city hardship, but people. When we first meet Sidibe's Precious -- the story is set in 1987 Harlem -- she's a girl who might be better off, practically speaking, if she could just close herself off from the world. But Precious isn't closed off, as Sidibe plays her: She's cautiously expressive; she may be watchful, but she's curious, too. She shows flashes of a sense of humor, even though she can barely afford to have one. And she doesn't mind going to school: For one thing, she has a crush on her math teacher, and she harbors cheerful daydreams that he'll whisk her off to a nice life in the white-bread suburbs.

That's a world away from her life at home. In the evenings, she does her best to cook meals for her sour-spirited mother, who berates her with a degree of cruelty that's almost unbearable to watch. (Mo'Nique plays the role with unnerving efficiency, her face a mask of nearly immobile hardness.) Precious tunes out, when she can, by drifting into escapist fantasies, most of which involve an imaginary "light-skinned boyfriend with nice hair" and an array of diva-like costumes, accompanied by the adoration of camera flashes, though Precious has no skills upon which to build that fame -- in fact, she can't even read.

Fortunately for Precious (though admittedly a little too late -- we're talking about a 16-year-old girl who's unable to recognize simple words like "at"), a tough-minded principal urges her to switch to a special school. There, enrolled in a pre-GED class taught by an unsentimental but compassionate teacher, Blu Rain (Paula Patton, in a meticulously controlled, no-nonsense performance), Precious is finally able to live a life in the world, instead of only in her mind.

There are other links in Precious' support net: Lenny Kravitz shows up as the marvelously named "Nurse John," the dreamboat health professional who befriends Precious when he assists in the birth of her second child. And Mariah Carey, in a superb, tough little performance, plays a welfare worker, Mrs. Weiss, who tugs like a terrier to get Precious to open up. Carey's approach to the character is both hard-nosed and delicate: She understands the idea of intimidation as an act of kindness.

What Daniels seems to recognize, perhaps even unconsciously, is that even though this is supposed to be Precious' story, for most of it she's a passive, if sensitive, receptor: The forces swirling around her provide most of the drama's dynamics. And within that context, Sidibe's performance is understated but alert. It's not her line delivery that gets to you, but the cautious curve of her smile, a smile in which she indulges only occasionally. When we see her going off to her first day of school, the blue plastic beads she wears around her neck are a dash of visual confidence, offsetting the shyness of her lumbering carriage.

Daniels -- who produced "Monster's Ball" and directed a previous feature, the 2005 drama "The Shadowboxer" -- indulges too frequently in gratuitous shaky camera work, and the picture overall has a dull, grayish look. Those stylistic choices are predictable, but in other ways, Daniels is sensitively attuned to the story he's telling: He takes care to keep the long list of horrific details of Precious' life from being too relentless -- he doesn't flinch from them, but he doesn't seek to punish us with Precious' tribulations, either. The actors are in tune, too, knowing how to break the story's thunderclouds: At one point Precious emerges from her baffled silence to ask Mrs. Weiss outright, "What color are you, anyway?" "Precious" is a blunt, effective piece of work that succeeds not because it paints a realistic, believable picture of inner-city hardship, but in spite of it. Its characters are rescued, perhaps just barely, from the worst fate imaginable: that of being case studies.


Premios del AFI FIlm Festival (Indiewire)


Andrea Arnold’s “Fish Tank” and Javier Rebello’s “Woman Without Piano” are the joint winners of the AFI Fest New Lights Competition. The event hosted its awards ceremony Thursday night at the historic Roosevelt Hotel on Hollywood Blvd. following the closing night U.S. premiere of Tom Ford’s “A Single Man” at Grauman’s Chinese Theatre. The film’s stars including Colin Firth, Ginnifer Goodwin, Nicholas Hoult, Matthew Goode, and Ryan Simpkins attended the screening along with other celebs.

“I’d like to thank Rose [Kuo] and everybody at AFI and IFC [the film’s distributor] for championing independent film,” said actor Michael Fassbender reading a statement from the director Thursday night. Unfortunately, the crowd chatted during the short awards presentation, so some of the moments the films might have received were drowned out.

Actress and filmmaker Angela Bassett, who chaired the jury, presented the awards, and “Fish Tank” star Michael Fassbender accepted the prize on behalf of the film. Also serving on this year’s jury were actress/filmmaker Julie Delpy, journalist/author Bill Krohn, Buenos Aries International Independent Film Festival (BAFICI) Artistic Director Sergio Wolf and Hong Kong filmmaker Yonfan.

“The establishment of the AFI Fest New Lights Competition has been one of many highlights for this year’s festival,” said AFI Fest Artistic Director Rose Kuo in a statement. “Led by Angela Bassett, our jury enjoyed and deliberated over a truly outstanding group of films, and ultimately decided that the award should be shared by these two amazing works of art.”

New Lights Competition Award Winners:

“Fish Tank”
Director: Andrea Arnold
Cast: Michael Fassbender, Harry Treadaway, Katie Jarvis, Kierston Wareing
Producer: Kees Kasander
Exececutive Producer: Christine Langan, David M. Thompson, Paul Trijbits, UK

“Woman Without Piano” (La Mujer Sin Piano)
Director: Javier Rebello
Cast: Jan Budar, Esperanza De la Vega, Tomas del Estal, Nadia de Santiago
Executive Producer: Damian Paris, Stefan Schmitz, Maria Zamora Spain/France

Special Jury Mention

“Ajami”
Director: Scandar Copti, Yaron Shani
Cast: Fouad Habash, Nisrine Rihan, Elias Saba, Youssef Sahwani
Producer: Moshe Danon, Thanassis Karathanos
Executive Producer: James Richardson Israel/Germany


5.11.09

Gijon Film Festival unveils lineup (Variety)


Philippe Lioret’s “Welcome,” Dagur Kari’s “The Good Heart” and Tizza Covi and Rainer Frimmel’s “La Pivellina” will compete at the 47th Gijon Film Festival.

Maverick U.S. helmer Harmony Korine, a fest regular, will receive a tribute and a career retro. Korine will attend Gijon and present his latest celebration of bad taste, “Trash Humpers.”

Gijon, which runs Nov. 19-28, closes with Cruz Angeles’ “Don’t Let Me Drown,” a “Romeo and Juliet”-like story about two high school teens in the Bronx after 9/11.

Well received at Berlin, “Welcome” revolves around a young Iraqi Kurd trapped in France but determined to swim the Channel to a new life in England.

“The Good Heart,” sold by Wild Bunch, is directed by Iceland’s Dagur Kari (“Noi Albinoi”). Centered on a bartender training his substitute, a young homeless man, it was picked up by Alta Films for Spain at Toronto.

A Directors’ Fortnight player, “La Pivellina” recounts a woman circus worker’s temporary adoption of a 2-year-old girl.

Elsewhere, Gijon’s competish selection nails two key trends in specialty filmmaking: dramatic minimalism and darkly humored, off-kilter fare.

Both Masahiro Kobayashi’s lonely teen tale “Where Are You?” and “Between Two Worlds,” a mood poem from Sri Lanka’s Vimukthi Jayasundara, belong to the minimalist school.

“Frontier Blues,” from the Iran-born Babak Jalali, is a black-humored portrait of life in the Golestan province of Iran.

Also competing is the wacky laffer “The Last Days of Emma Blank,” from Dutch auteur Alex van Warmerdam; Romanian Bobby Paunescu’s offbeat immigration story “Francesca”; and a quirky small-town 1960s noir that tips its hat to the Coen brothers, Uruguayan Alvaro Brechner’s “Bad Day to Go Fishing.”

Pics join a bevy of already announced competition contenders that should yield some of Gijon’s most popular titles: from the U.S., Lynn Shelton’s “Humpday” and Josh and Benny Safdie’s “Go Get Some Rosemary”; and from France, Riad Sattouf’s “French Kissers” and Alain Guiraudie’s “The King of Escape.”

Competish is rounded out by Portuguese helmer Joao Pedro Rodrigues’ drag-queen meller “To Die Like a Man.”

"Castro", de Alejo Moguillansky (trailer)

Las nominaciones a los Premios Sur de la Academia de Cine de la Argentina


La Academia de las Artes y Ciencias Cinematográficas de la Argentina da a conocer las Nominaciones del Premio Sur 2009.

El Premio Sur es el premio anual de la Academia y, en su cuarto año, continúa la tradición de entregar un premio al Cine Argentino votado por los artistas, profesionales y técnicos más destacados del medio, que ya iniciara la antigua Academia de Cine en el año 1941.

En 20 categorías (Película Ficción, Película Documental, Opera Prima, Director, Actor, Actriz, Actor de reparto, Actriz de reparto, Actor Revelación, Actriz Revelación, Fotografía, Guión, Guión Adaptado, Música Original, Montaje, Sonido, Diseño de Arte, Diseño de Vestuario, Maquillaje y Caracterización y Película Extranjera), 263 Miembros de la Academia votaron las nominaciones en cada especialidad de las películas argentinas estrenadas entre el 1º de octubre de 2008 y el 30 de septiembre del 2009. El proceso de votación y escrutinio fue fiscalizado por la Escribanía D´Alessio.

Los Ganadores, elegidos nuevamente por todos los Miembros de la Academia en una segunda instancia de votación, serán dados a conocer en la IV Ceremonia y Gala de Entrega del Premio Sur 2009 el día 15 de diciembre, en una noche de celebración del Cine Nacional.

NOMINACIONES PREMIO SUR 2009

(por orden alfabético)

1.- MEJOR PELICULA

1. El niño pez (Dir. Lucía Puenzo)

2. El secreto de sus ojos (Dir. Juan José Campanella)

3. Historias extraordinarias (Dir. Mariano Llinás)

4. La sangre brota (Dir. Pablo Fendrik)

5. Las viudas de los jueves (Dir. Marcelo Piñeyro)

2.- MEJOR OPERA PRIMA

  1. El asaltante (Dir. Pablo Fendrik)
  2. Mentiras Piadosas (Dir. Diego Sabanés)
  3. Música en espera (Dir. Hernán Goldfrid)

3.- MEJOR DOCUMENTAL

  1. Haroldo Conti, Homo Viator (Dir. Miguel Mato)
  2. Mundo Alas (Dir. León Gieco – Sebastián Schindel – Fernando Molnar)
  3. Tierra sublevada, oro impuro (Dir. Fernando “Pino” Solanas)

4.- MEJOR DIRECTOR

  1. Juan José Campanella (El secreto de sus ojos)
  2. Pablo Fendrik (La sangre brota)
  3. Marcelo Piñeyro (Las viudas de los jueves)

5.- MEJOR ACTRIZ PROTAGONICA

  1. Gabriela Toscano (Las viudas de los jueves)
  2. Soledad Villamil (El secreto de sus ojos)
  3. “Emme” Mariela Vitale (El niño pez)

6.- MEJOR ACTOR PROTAGONICO

  1. Ricardo Darín (El secreto de sus ojos)
  2. Arturo Goetz (El asaltante)
  3. Diego Peretti (Música en espera)
  4. Leonardo Sbaraglia (Las viudas de los jueves)

7.- MEJOR ACTRIZ DE REPARTO

  1. Norma Aleandro (Anita)
  2. Ana Celentano (Felicitas)
  3. Leonor Manso (Anita)
  4. Vera Spinetta (Las viudas de los jueves)

8.- MEJOR ACTOR DE REPARTO

  1. Mario Alarcón (El secreto de sus ojos)
  2. Guillermo Francella (El secreto de sus ojos)
  3. Pablo Rago (El secreto de sus ojos)

9.- MEJOR ACTRIZ REVELACION

  1. Alejandra Manzo (Anita)
  2. Vera Spinetta (Las viudas de los jueves)
  3. Juana Viale (Las viudas de los jueves)
  4. “Emme” Mariela Vitale (El niño pez)

10.- MEJOR ACTOR REVELACION

  1. Camilo Cuello Vitale (Las viudas de los jueves)
  2. José Luis Gioia (El secreto de sus ojos)
  3. Javier Godino (El secreto de sus ojos)
  4. Sergio Pángaro (El artista)
  5. Ezequiel Tronconi (La Tigra, Chaco)

11.- MEJOR GUION ORIGINAL

  1. Marcos Carnevale y Lily Ann Martin (Anita)
  2. Mariano Llinás (Historias extraordinarias)
  3. Patricio Vega y Julieta Steinberg (Música en espera)

12.- MEJOR GUION ADAPTADO

  1. Marcelo Figueras y Marcelo Piñeyro (Las viudas de los jueves) sobre la novela de C. Piñeiro
  2. Lucía Puenzo (El niño pez) sobre su novela homónima
  3. Diego Sabanés (Mentiras Piadosas) sobre el cuento de J. Cortázar “La salud de los enfermos”
  4. Eduardo Sacheri y Juan José Campanella (El secreto de sus ojos) sobre la novela de E. Sacheri

13.- MEJOR FOTOGRAFIA

  1. Lula Carvalho (Felicitas)
  2. Félix “Chango” Monti (El secreto de sus ojos)
  3. Rodrigo Pulpeiro (El niño pez)

14.- MEJOR MONTAJE

  1. Juan José Campanella (El secreto de sus ojos)
  2. Juan Carlos Macías (Las viudas de los jueves)
  3. Hugo Primero (El niño pez)

15.- MEJOR DIRECCION DE ARTE

  1. Jorge Ferrari (Las viudas de los jueves)
  2. Cristina Nigro (Felicitas)
  3. Marcelo Pont (El secreto de sus ojos)

16.- MEJOR DISEÑO DE VESTUARIO

  1. Beatriz Di Benedetto (Felicitas)
  2. Ana Markarian (Las viudas de los jueves)
  3. Cecilia Monti (El secreto de sus ojos)

17.- MEJOR MAQUILLAJE Y CARACTERIZACION

1. Marisa Armenta (El niño pez)

2. Identikit Facemakers (Felicitas)

3. Alex Mathews – Lucila Robirosa (El secreto de sus ojos)

18.- MEJOR MUSICA ORIGINAL

  1. Roque Baños (Las viudas de los jueves)
  2. Federico Jusid (El secreto de sus ojos)
  3. Nico Mulhy (Felicitas)

19.- MEJOR SONIDO

  1. Carlos Abbate (Felicitas)
  2. Leandro De Loredo (La sangre brota)
  3. José Luis Díaz (El secreto de sus ojos)
  4. Javier Farina (Mundo Alas)
  5. Fernando Soldevilla (El niño pez)
  6. Jésica Suárez (Música en espera)

20.- MEJOR PELÍCULA EXTRANJERA


  1. Entre los muros (Laurent Cantent – Francia)
  2. Fados (Carlos Saura – España / Portugal)
  3. Gran Torino (Clint Eastwood – EE.UU.)
  4. Milk (Gus Van Sant – EE.UU.)

RESUMEN NOMINACIONES PREMIOS SUR 2009

  1. EL SECRETO DE SUS OJOS: 17 NOMINACIONES
  2. LAS VIUDAS DE LOS JUEVES: 13 NOMINACIONES
  3. EL NIÑO PEZ: 8 NOMINACIONES
  4. FELICITAS: 7 NOMINACIONES
  5. ANITA: 4 NOMINACIONES
  6. MUSICA EN ESPERA: 4 NOMINACIONES
  7. LA SANGRE BROTA: 3 NOMINACIONES
  8. EL ASALTANTE: 2 NOMINACIONES
  9. HISTORIAS EXTRAORDINARIAS: 2 NOMINACIONES
  10. MENTIRAS PIADOSAS: 2 NOMINACIONES
  11. MUNDO ALAS: 2 NOMINACIONES
  12. EL ARTISTA: 1 NOMINACION
  13. HAROLDO CONTI, HOMO VIATOR: 1 NOMINACION
  14. LA TIGRA, CHACO: 1 NOMINACION
  15. TIERRA SUBLEVADA: ORO IMPURO: 1 NOMINACION

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'Lion's Den' team rejoins for 'Carancho' (The Hollywood Reporter)

HONG KONG – The team behind last year's Cannes competition entry "Lion's Den" has reunited for new AFM film "Carancho."

The picture, about an ambulance-chasing lawyer who gets into trouble way out of his depth, is again a collaboration between writer-director Pablo Trapero, actress Martina Gusman, Argentinian producers Matanza Cine, Patagonik Film Group and South Korea's Finecut. French distributor Ad Vitam also returns as investor and local distributor. Finecut will handle world rights sales outside Latin America and France.

Production is now under way in Buenos Aires, with Ricardo Darin ("Son of the Bride," "Nine Queens") as the sleazeball lawyer. Delivery is set for early summer 2010.

"This film is a classic 'film noir, like those of the 1940s and 1950s, where the police plot quietly became a portrait of a complicated social fabric," said Trapero. "It is also the description of the privacy of characters trying to survive in an unstable world, where a fact that seems minor can trigger a series of fatalities. It is, in its own way, the desperate love story between a man and a woman, immersed in a market where disgrace is the currency.

4.11.09

Hubert Bals Fund selects 27 projects

"La vida útil", de Federico Veiroj (Uruguay)


The Hubert Bals Fund of the International Film Festival Rotterdam (IFFR) has selected twenty-seven film projects that receive grants for script development, digital production, postproduction, distribution or workshops. In its Fall 2009 selection, the Fund gives 385 thousand Euro to projects from nineteen countries. The selection includes new films by acclaimed filmmakers such as Yeşim Ustaoğlu, Edwin and many first time filmmakers.

Six of the eight projects selected for postproduction and final financing support are expected to premiere during IFFR’s upcoming edition (January 27 – February 7, 2010): among these are Agua fría de mar (Cold Sea) from Costa Rica, Qarantina from Iraq, Jean Gentil from the Dominican Republic and Soul Boy from Kenya.


Agua fría de mar
is Paz Fábrega’s début feature, set on the beaches of the Pacific during Christmas holiday season, and deals with the subtleties of femininity, class and identity in contemporary Costa Rica. The project received Hubert Bals Fund script development support in 2007 and was selected for the Hubert Bals Fund Plus programme in 2008 (with Dutch coproducer Isabella Films).

Qarantina, second film by Iraqi filmmaker and writer Oday Rasheed, tells of an Iraqi hit-man, hiding out at a poor family’s house. Sophomore effort by Cochochi-directors Laura Amelia Guzmán Conde & Israel Cárdenas, Jean Gentil received script development support in 2008. The film follows a Haitian professor on a quest for work in a Dominican town. When he does not find any, he leaves for the countryside armed with his faith. Soul Boy, first film by Kenyan filmmaker Hawa Essuman, will be part of the 39th IFFR theme section ‘Where is Africa?’

Soul Boy
tells of a child living in the Kibera ghetto of Nairobi, who has one day and one night to retrieve his father´s soul.


Thirteen filmmakers are selected to receive script development grants from the Hubert Bals Fund. Among them is acclaimed filmmaker Yeşim Ustaoğlu who is preparing her new project Limbo after her international hit Pandora’s Box. While Satish Manwar’s The Damned Rain (IFFR 2009) still travels the festival circuit, he is working on his new project What’s Your Religion?

Promising projects from first time feature film makers include Remote Control (which was selected for CineMart 2009) from Mongolian director Byamba Sakhya and Lobo en medio de lobos (Wolf among Wolves) from Mexican director Natalia López. The Hubert Bals Fund has selected two alternative distribution initiatives, which both work with mobile cinemas and bring art film to large audiences outside the bigger cities. Efecto Cine (Uruguay) organizes screenings of national and Latin-American films in Uruguay, eastern Argentina and the south of Brazil. Philippine initiative Cinemanila Sine Barangay tours the country with national films and their makers, organizing seminars and establishing film libraries on their way.

The Hubert Bals Fund of the International Film Festival Rotterdam has a successful track record of discovering and supporting creative, independent filmmakers and stimulating film culture in developing countries. Twice a year, the fund makes contributions to a total of around sixty film projects. The contributions often act as seal of approval which helps finding additional investors. Many Hubert Bals Fund supported films have gained international acclaim at major film festivals and have found distribution in numerous countries.

Fall 2009,
Ahasin wetei (Between Two Worlds) by Vimukthi Jayasundara screened in Venice’s Competition and Choi voi (Adrift) by Thac Chuyen Bui won the Venice FIPRESCI prize. Turkish 10 to 11 by Pelin Esmer screened in San Sebastian’s Competition and Ho Yuhang’s At the End of Daybreak won the NETPAC award during the Locarno festival.

The line up of the IFFR’s Hubert Bals Fund Fall 2009 Selection Round in full:

Postproduction & final financing
Cold Sea (Agua fría de mar) by Paz Fábrega, Costa Rica Jean Gentil by Laura Amelia Guzmán Conde & Israel Cárdenas, Dominican Republic/Mexico Qarantina by Oday Rasheed, Iran Soul Boy by Hawa Essuman, Kenya Stone is the Earth (Ang Mundo sa Panahon ng Bato) by Ramon Mes De Guzman, Philippines Susa by Rusudan Pirveli, Georgia La vida útil by Federico Veiroj, Uruguay Virgin Goat by Murali Nair, India

Digital Production
Summer of Goliath (Verano de Goliat) by Nicolás Pereda, Mexico

Script and Project development The Drummer (Jibondhuli) by Tanvir Mokammel, Bangladesh Limbo (Araf) by Yeşim Ustaoğlu, Turkey Wolf among Wolves (Lobo en medio de lobos) by Natalia López, Mexico Lucía by Rubén Sierra Salles, Venezuela Modest Reception (Paziraee Saadeh) by Mani Haghighi, Iran Night Train by Koutaiba Al-Janabi, Iraq NN by Héctor Gálves Campos, Peru The Old Donkey (Lao Lv Tou) by Li Ruijun, China Postcards from the Zoo by Edwin, Indonesia Remote Control (Shuvuukhai) by Byamba Sakhya, Mongolia Villegas by Gonzalo Tobal, Argentina What’s Your Religion? (Tuhya Dharm Koncha?) by Satish Manwar, India The Winds (Ruzgarlar) by Selim Evci, Turkey

Distribution
Blind Pig Who Wants to Fly by Edwin, Babibutafilm, Indonesia Efecto Cine, Coral Films, Uruguay Sine Baranguay, Cinemanila International Film Festival, Philippines

Special projects
Maisha Screenwriting Lab, Maisha Foundation, Uganda
Hubert Bals Fund Award at Goa Film Bazaar, India

How Precious became Hollywood's next big thing (The Independent)


By Guy Adams

Obese, pregnant teenagers are rarely the subject of hit movies - but the US is falling in love with a heavyweight new star

Its heroine is a black teenage girl made pregnant by her own father and repeatedly beaten up by her mother. She is illiterate, penniless, HIV-positive, and weighs 350 pounds. Its setting is a tough district of Harlem, and the plot is relentlessly bleak. It barely even manages a happy ending.

Does this sound like a staggeringly unlikely premise for a blockbuster movie? Yes. Does it also appear to be the antithesis of the feel-good schtick that generally achieves Oscar glory? Again, yes. But as Hollywood braces itself for Awards Season, there's only one word on the lips of pundits: Precious. And the film's previously unknown star, Gabourey Sidibe, is already on her way to becoming a household name.

Sidibe is untrained. She won her part at an open audition while she was working at a call centre, with little faith that her dreams of acting would be realised. After all, she looks unlike most Hollywood A-listers. Despite initial nerves about the part, though, she has won rave reviews for her performance. "I think people look at me and don't expect much," she said. "I expect a whole lot."

Expectations will be higher in future. The independent film, adapted from Push, a novel by the African-American author Sapphire, has swept the boards at almost every major film festival, from Sundance, to Cannes, to Toronto. It has prompted 15-minute standing ovations, is making stars of its rag-tag cast, and is being widely dubbed this year's Slumdog Millionaire.

On Friday, Precious will go before its most demanding audience yet: the popcorn-scoffing public. Amid a deafening buzz, and after the most positive reviews of any new movie in several years, the film will finally arrive in the only testing ground that really counts: America's cinemas.

From there, if form is any guide, we can expect it to become an international sensation, with a place in history underlined by gold statuettes and teary acceptance speeches. Sidibe is in the running. And director Lee Daniels could be 2010's Danny Boyle. Not bad for a movie that struggled to find backers and was made for a paltry $10m (£6.255m). Not bad for a film so harrowing that one of the many writers singing its praises warned that it "gives the word 'difficult' a whole new meaning".

Precious is the appallingly sad story of Claireece "Precious" Jones, a black schoolgirl from a violent family who has reached the age of 16 without being able to read or write. Repeatedly beaten up and sexually abused at home, she is offered a stab at happiness via a special-needs school and a selection of helpful social workers.

The film has an exotic collection of co-stars, including the comedienne and chat-show host Mo'Nique as Precious's heartless mother, the musician Lenny Kravitz as a doctor, and a make-up-less Mariah Carey as a brilliantly pitched social worker.

"People say to me, 'You are so ugly in this movie,' and I take that as a compliment," Carey recently told the New York Times, when asked to explain the remorseless realism of Precious. "During the filming, I tried to sneak some blush, but Lee caught me. He rubbed my cheek and said, 'Take that off'."

Though it boasts none of the sweeping focus or uplifting sense of redemption of a classic Oscar contender, the film was an instant sensation when it premiered at Sundance, leaving the majority of viewers in tears. It underlined both its popular and critical appeal by scooping the Audience and Grand Jury Awards.

Shortly afterwards, following a bidding war that remains the subject of a legal battle involving Harvey Weinstein (who claims that he entered a verbal contract to buy it), the film was sold to the distributor Lionsgate. Oprah Winfrey and Tyler Perry, the two biggest names in black entertainment, came on board as executive producers.

From there, Precious continued its onward march to Toronto, where it won the People's Choice award (one of six gongs it has so far picked up) and Cannes - where after the closing credits at the premiere rolled, it lead to a standing ovation that lasted for almost 20 minutes. "They wouldn't stop clapping," said Daniels, whose most famous previous film was Monster's Ball (for which Halle Berry won an Oscar in 2002). "I'm a director; after six minutes, I'm saying, 'please sit down.' But I'm also a producer, so I'm thinking, 'what's the record? Can we break the record for the longest standing ovation at the festival?'"

The big question for pundits is whether it can maintain its favouritism in the four months that remain before the Academy Awards sweep into town. "It might not fit the classic profile, but Precious is the film that we 'Oscarologists' have known all along isn't just a contender, but is perhaps going to be the front runner for best film," says Tom O'Neil, who writes the influential Gold Derby blog for the Los Angeles Times.

"It's really dark. It's about non-heroic people doing terrible things to each other, and there's not even a happy song and dance at the end. But it delivers a knock-your-block- off emotional wallop. It came from nothing, and now it has some major disciples."

Though the film is "anti-Hollywood", and deals with tricky themes such as incest, racism, and social deprivation, O'Neil says Lionsgate are mounting a canny campaign in pursuit of prizes, hiring not one but two of Hollywood's best-known awards-season PR experts, Cynthia Swartz and Lisa Taback.

"They are two of the most dynamic seven or eight campaigners in the business, and to have them working together on a film is a big deal. No film has won without a proper campaign since American Graffiti 30 years ago, and they are pushing it hard. Each of those girls must ring me three times a week, each."

For now, even setbacks seem to help the film's outsider appeal. Mo'Nique has been failing to attend film festivals to promote Precious (reportedly demanding payment for such duties). Traditionally, that would ruin her chance of a Best Actress gong. But in a country tired of the saccharine conventions of showbusiness, the gesture - like the film - may yet succeed in capturing the moment.


"La danse", de Fredrick Wiseman (The New York Times)


By A. O. SCOTT
Published: November 4, 2009

In “La Danse: The Paris Opera Ballet,” his 36th documentary in more than 40 years, Frederick Wiseman takes his camera into the stately and elegant Palais Garnier in Paris, observing rehearsals, staff meetings and, finally, performances of seven dances, including classics like “The Nutcracker” and spiky new work by younger choreographers. To say that the film, sumptuous in its length and graceful in its rhythm, is a feast for ballet lovers is to state the obvious and also to sell Mr. Wiseman’s achievement a bit short. Yes, this is one of the finest dance films ever made, but there’s more to it than that.

You might as well say that his previous documentary, the enthralling three-and-a-half-hour “State Legislature,” is a must-see for devotees of Idaho politics. It certainly is, but its greater virtue, and the substance of Mr. Wiseman’s particular genius, is the way it transfixes you with the inner workings of an institution you may not otherwise care about. The observation of groups of people functioning in a clearly defined professional or social context has been Mr. Wiseman’s primary interest ever since his first film, “Titicut Follies,” which exposed the workings of the Bridgewater State Hospital for the criminally insane in Massachusetts.

The Paris Opera Ballet is of course a more exalted place than either the Boise Statehouse or that grim New England penitentiary — its dancers are certainly easier on the eyes than legislators or social workers — but the quality of Mr. Wiseman’s attention is the same. His curiosity is boundless but also disciplined, and he forgoes explanation in favor of a visual version of what anthropologists call thick description.

In “La Danse” you watch closely as dancers and choreographers break complex movements down into their constituent gestures, a process that is at once tedious and entirely engrossing. Though all the rehearsing culminates in full-dress performance, “La Danse” really has no beginning, middle or end. It is, rather, about two kinds of time that exist outside traditional narrative frameworks: the long, slow, repetitive cycle in which institutions exist, and the fleeting moments of bodily motion and musical expression that make ballet such a singular and elusive art form.

All this makes the film sound remote, even abstract, but it is really the opposite. There are characters, events and miniature dramas that unfold in the course of the ballet company’s work. There is also a lot of talk, much of it provided by Brigitte Lefèvre, the troupe’s artistic director and a rhetorician in the grand French style. It is sometimes hard to follow what she is talking about, but her energy and cadences are mesmerizing.

And “La Danse,” among its other observations, emphasizes the distance between verbal analysis and physical movement. Dance is a vehicle of meaning and emotion, but it is also a technical undertaking consisting of minutely controlled muscular movements. What goes on in rehearsal is the negotiation between art and technique, and language is a paltry but necessary tool. One choreographer prattles on about “context” to a dancer who nods her head gamely but studies his body language more than his words. Another choreographer, an Anglophone working with French performers, forgoes words altogether, communicating his “notes” through a serious of hums and clucks, like a scat singer or a human beat box.

The performances that result from all this work — and that are upheld by the gritty business of fund-raising and nearly obstructed by French labor troubles — are ravishing and also a bit anticlimactic. By the time you see the dancers in costume, on a carefully lighted stage and accompanied by a full orchestra, you have attained an intriguing liminal status somewhere between spectator and performer.

If you did not already know the names of the stars of the Paris Opera Ballet — Aurélie Dupont and Laetitia Pujol stand out particularly — you will nonetheless have acquired an almost tactile sense of who they are. “How can we know the dancer from the dance?” wondered William Butler Yeats in his poem “Among School Children.” It’s a simple and also endlessly mysterious question, one that Mr. Wiseman, in his patient, meticulous, magical way, both restates and answers.

LA DANSE

The Paris Opera Ballet

Opens on Wednesday in Manhattan.

Directed and edited by Frederick Wiseman; director of photography, John Davey; produced by Pierre-Olivier Bardet and Mr. Wiseman; released by Zipporah Films. At Film Forum, 209 West Houston Street, west of Avenue of the Americas, South Village. In English and French, with English subtitles. Running time: 2 hours 38 minutes. This film is not rated.


3.11.09

Esperando por Mar del Plata

"A Serious Man", de los hermanos Coen (película de apertura)


Disculpen la falta de actualizaciones. El poco tiempo libre que me queda lo estoy usando para ver decenas de DVDs de películas que van a estar en el Festival de Mar del Plata, con lo cual no tengo tiempo de actualizar nada. Eso sí: para el jueves prometo un informe lo más completo que me sea humanamente posible, sobre las películas del festival...

1.11.09

Martin Scorsese’s approach to mentoring (Financial Times)


By Simon Schama

It’s just as well that the couch I’m sitting on is plump and hospitable or I might have fallen off it: Martin Scorsese tells me that the real inspiration for the tone and voice of Goodfellas was not Scarface or Public Enemy, but Kind Hearts and Coronets. Oh, right: Alec Guinness in drag, Joe Pesci in murderous hysterics, I see.

But, when you think about it for a minute, the revelation makes perfect sense. The note of black glee in Ray Liotta’s interior monologues (“As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster”) is not that far away from Dennis Price’s cool plan to murder his way into the landed class that presumes to despise him. They share the smirk of superior knowledge, the contempt for the chumps who do things the regular way.

Mayhem and chuckling are never far apart in either the British postwar comedies or Scorsese’s opera of mischief. Stick a fedora on Price or Alastair Sim, unclip the accent and they could breeze downtown. The wiseguys in Goodfellas spend even more time laughing than killing. Sometimes the uproar is so unhinged that it looks as if De Niro, Liotta and Pesci will dislocate their jaws, like pythons guffawing as they digest a goat.

Just short of his 67th birthday, Scorsese is at the height of his powers, which is saying something. I first met him 12 years ago, when he was guest-editing a number of the Library of Congress magazine, unassumingly called Civilization. He wanted to have a conversation for its pages about the art of historical storytelling in writing and filmmaking. I was flattered, he was inspired. He talked fast and fiery, in great bursts of philosophical and technical passion and seemed to me the definition of inexhaustible. Now, after a long day in the cutting room working on a pilot for Boardwalk Empire, a new HBO television drama series about Prohibition-era Atlantic City starring Steve Buscemi, his conversation is still high octane, the enthusiasms sparks that catch the weighty pack of his idea-loaded imagination.

His new movie, Shutter Island, based on a thriller by Dennis Lehane and scheduled for release early next year, is set in an institution for the criminally insane off the Massachusetts coast, a pile that makes the hotel in The Shining or Motel Bates look like Disneyland. Scorsese built the set around the shell of the old hospital. The gurneys were still there, the stainless steel of the cafeteria giving off a bad glint. “You walked in and you could feel it, the disturbance,” he says.

On screen Ben Kingsley and Leonardo DiCaprio (doing most of his own stunts) stalk and scuttle through the place like cat and rat, and the storm-blasted island turns in a performance of thunderously Calvinist gloom. If there were an Oscar for best acting role by a landscape, Shutter Island would be a shoo-in.

The movie, a crazy quilt of dreams and terrors, was in many ways a tall order. A week into filming, the director realised what he was up against, the fiendishly complicated layering of Lehane’s story asking him to “make three films at the same time”. But the result of his perfectionist head-scratching and the pitch-in ensemble acting is a triumph of what you might call heavy entertainment, but only in the sense that bits of King Lear are too.

Like all his work, Shutter Island is enriched by the director’s encyclopedic memory of the cinema. He doesn’t do ponderous gestures of homage but it’s as though Scorsese has internalised the entire history of the medium, turning himself into a one-man archive on which he can draw for inspiration in whichever genre he happens to be working.

His range is truly astounding. The same director who made the agonised Raging Bull (1980) and the manic, temple-pounding Bringing Out the Dead (1999) also made the exquisitely patient Kundun (1997), the camera letting a small boy come at his own pace to the realisation of what it means to be the Dalai Lama. The guiding light of the great Indian filmmaker Satyajit Ray seemed to be at Scorsese’s shoulder when he dissolved the camera into the chosen boy’s point of view.

So which movies guided him this time? “Oh, for the atmospherics, the way of setting mood, Cat People, I Walked with a Zombie and Out of the Past,” he says, as if I was bound to know all about the work of the mid 20th-century French director Jacques Tourneur. Caught out like an undergraduate claiming to have “looked” at the assignment, I make a quick hit on YouTube later and there are the Tourneur films, moodily off-kilter, tautly scripted, nagging little shards in the psyche.

This total immersion works curatorially. Scorsese doesn’t just make individual movies, chasing box office and the annual award madness, though he’d be inhuman not to want both. But he has always felt lucky to be able to work in the art to which he’s been addicted since, as a bronchial altar boy in Queens, New York, he sat bewitched in the Saturday morning movie theatre darkness. Or watching on black-and-white television (as I did an ocean away in London) Alexander Korda costume movies like The Private Life of Henry VIII (1933) or David Lean’s Great Expectations (1946), in which John Mills was scared pipless by Finlay Currie’s Magwitch and Jean Simmons as Estella stomped on our balls even before we had any.

Never taking this good fortune for granted (it was an outrageously long time before The Movies finally returned the favour with an Oscar for best director for The Departed (2006)), Scorsese has done everything he can to look after the memory bank. He has been a major force in the conservation and restoration of decaying and damaged film, devoting special care to films that meant a lot to his own education as student and practitioner. Olivier’s Richard III (1955), he first saw in a black-and-white television broadcast, but it was shot in VistaVision, the fine-grained, wide-screen version of 35mm film developed by Paramount in the 1950s, and he is currently restoring a surviving print.

The artwork that opens that film, an aged parchment that begins: “England, 1485 ... ” sits in his personal treasure trove in New York, along with the red shoes from Michael Powell’s 1948 masterpiece of that name. And, between feature films, he and his long-time friend and editor-collaborator, Thelma Schoonmaker, who was married to Powell and whose perfect touch is all over Shutter Island, are putting together a documentary chronicle of the British cinema from the late 1940s to the gritty neo-realist films of the early 1960s: Karel Reisz’s Saturday Night and Sunday Morning (1960), Tony Richardson’s Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner (1962) and Lindsay Anderson’s This Sporting Life (1963).

The work will be unapologetically personal and when I hear him summon up the shade of the Hull-born actor Ian Carmichael (1960’s I’m All Right Jack is a favourite), I am struck all over again by the improbability of the young Scorsese spending time in the world of Lawrentian slag heaps and the two-up-two-downs. For him, the fried eggs and rolled-down nylons, footy in the smoke and puke in the pubs, brought a scuffed-up truth of documentary realism to Ealing, Pinewood and Elstree, much as Roberto Rossellini, Vittorio de Sica and Luchino Visconti did for the fantasy world of Italian films. He may be the only director who can invoke Rocco and His Brothers and This Sporting Life in the same sentence, as if it were obvious they were rivers flowing into the same deep sea of social drama.

I have a presumptuous hunch and wonder out loud if the bone-crunching sound track of the rugby league movie, with Richard Harris’s skull smashing against other mangled faces, had any influence on the way Scorsese recorded and shot the boxing devastation of De Niro’s Jake LaMotta in Raging Bull? A pause. Ever tactful, he replies: “Maybe, yes, maybe!”

Naturally generous, Scorsese has agreed to participate in the latest Rolex Mentor and Protégé Arts Initiative, a biennial scheme in which distinguished figures from six artistic disciplines (film, theatre, literature, dance, music and the visual arts) are appointed as mentors to younger artists in order to allow them the chance to learn by experiencing a work in progress. The Senegalese singer Youssou N’Dour and the Nigerian writer Wole Soyinka are among others sharing their expertise.

Celina Murga, a 36-year-old Argentine with two films already on her resumé, is the director who got to spend precious time, months of it, with Scorsese at work on Shutter Island. He chose her from a shortlist of three, impressed by a film she had made about teenagers doing their thing in a gated community after the parents had gone. “I sat there, and around 25 minutes into it, I realised this was something; that almost casually she had created a world that already seemed to have been there, no starting, no stopping.” A benevolent chuckle, then: “Of course that’s a different sensibility, not the way I work but ... ”

It is exactly because he does things differently, generates the worlds he creates out of the plot, that Scorsese, so open to other ways, picked his lucky protégée. Murga visited the shoot of Shutter Island as often as she wanted and saw the toughest of movie-making challenges bloom into something extraordinary; the actors reaching hard; the director revising and revising again as things went along. Could she talk about particular shots, I ask Scorsese? “Sure, sometimes, to the assistant director.” She was welcomed to the cutting room, to the sound mix and, exceptionally, even to rushes: “not always ... I like to speak freely to Thelma.”

There’s a backstory to this great gift. Murga – and many others, it turns out – are getting the chance that the young Scorsese was himself denied. In the 1960s, as a young film student at the New York University School of the Arts, he badly wanted to get experience first-hand from a master. On one occasion Elia Kazan – whose On the Waterfront (1954) and East of Eden (1955) were just the kind of epics of social pain he revered – was visiting the school. Scorsese, script in hand, made an appointment. He arrived 10 minutes late at the great man’s office. Kazan, his coat on, listened to the young enthusiast, riffled cursorily through the script and wished him luck.

At the time, indies hardly existed in New York, other than John Cassavetes’ company, which produced the groundbreaking Shadows (1959). There was nowhere to go and no one to help a novice through an apprenticeship. Scorsese, without any ill will, thought at that moment: “If ever I was in Kazan’s position, I’d do something to help.”

So, starting with Taxi Driver (1976), he brought novices on to his set, sometimes youngsters with absolutely no experience of filmmaking, and into the crew as apprentices, “so long as they didn’t get in the way of the actors and knew when not to speak up”. Some decided film wasn’t for them but others, like Amy Jones, the director of Love Letters (1983), began their careers this way and went on to make good features and stay in touch. I’d never heard of such a thing, directors famously being ruthless about keeping “outsiders” away from the set. But Scorsese was and is different. He makes outsiders insiders and all he asks is their rapt attentiveness. So, I ask him, which films after Taxi Driver did he open to this kind of apprenticeship? “All of them,” he says. “Anyone else do this kind of thing you know of?” He smiles, shrugs.

Which reminds me again that to spend any time with him is to be in the presence of someone for whom his hard craft is an exacting labour of love. He burns with the anxiety and pleasure of that knowledge like a perpetually glowing coal. And some lucky people get to draw close to the warmth. His 10-year-old daughter Francesca, for example, to whom he is showing the British comedies of the 1950s that still fill him with delight. “Does she get it, the wickedness?” I ask. “Oh, The Ladykillers, she and her friends they all love it. There’s this moment when there’s a fight going on and the little old lady comes in and they stop fighting! They stop!” Scorsese laughs like the connoisseur of mischief that he is – and like the 10-year-old he once was, watching that malarkey unfold for the first time. One thing is for certain; he’s the perpetuum mobile; he doesn’t do stop.

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