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21.12.09

20 Best Unreleased Films of 2009 (Film Comment)


1. Wild Grass Alain Resnais, France/Italy
2. A Prophet Jacques Audiard, France/Italy
3. Everyone Else Maren Ade, Germany
4. White Material Claire Denis, France
5. Eccentricities of a Blond Hair Girl Manoel de Oliveira, Portugal/Spain/France
6. Around a Small Mountain Jacques Rivette, France/Italy
7. To Die Like a Man João Pedro Rodrigues, France/Portugal
8. Vincere Marco Bellocchio, Italy/France
9. Ne Change Rien Pedro Costa, Portugal
10. Trash Humpers Harmony Korine, U.S./U.K.
11. Bluebeard Catherine Breillat, France
12. Mother Bong Joon-ho, South Korea
13. Like You Know It All Hong Sang-soo, South Korea
14. City of Life and Death Lu Chuan, China/Hong Kong
15. Ghost Town Zhao Dayong, China
16. Life During Wartime Todd Solondz, U.S.
17. Sweetgrass Ilisa Barbash & Lucien Castaing-Taylor, France/U.K./U.S.
18. In Comparison Harun Farocki, Austria/Germany
19. Min Ye Souleymane Cissé, Mali/France
20. Guy and Madeline on a Park Bench Damien Chazelle, U.S.

25.9.09

New York Film Festival 2009: Director Alain Resnais, 87 Years Young (Village Voice)


Buena vida la de Scott Foundas. En Toronto me contaba que venía de estar en Sudáfrica en el rodaje de INVICTUS, de Clint Eastwood, y que habìa estado en París entrevistando en persona a Alain Resnais. Tal como lo prometió, al comenzar el Festival, la entrevista suya sale publicada en Village Voice... Y tal como le avisé, aquí la subo.


By Scott Foundas

In that half-century, Resnais has done much to implode, reshape, and expand our sense of cinematic possibilities, from his collaborations with nouveau roman architects Marguerite Duras (Hiroshima) and Alain Robbe-Grillet (Last Year at Marienbad) to his proto–Charlie Kaufman time-travel opus Je t'aime, je t'aime to his unrealized project with Marvel Comics impresario Stan Lee—decades before comics became all the Hollywood rage. Perpetually avant-garde and avant la lettre, a forerunner of the French New Wave but never officially part of it, at 87, Resnais still seems driven by a restless, childlike curiosity. In hindsight, Resnais's 1956 short film Toute la mémoire du monde, a portrait of the French national library and its encyclopedic holdings, seems less documentary than autobiography.


"They say that a director always makes the same film," says Resnais when I meet him on a damp Paris morning earlier this month, his beige overcoat turned up at the collar, his gleaming sneakers nearly the same shade of white as his impeccably coiffed hair. "I try to make, as François Truffaut said, the next film in opposition to the one that came before. I'm not sure if I succeed. To put it another way, I agree with the auteur theory, but I don't consider myself an auteur. I'm more of an artisan, a craftsman." Such self-effacement is trademark with Resnais, who has always eschewed the "a film by" credit and has never taken a formal screenplay credit, either, though he is said to collaborate closely with his screenwriters (in the case of Wild Grass, Alex Reval and Laurent Herbiet).


Breaking a career-long policy of never adapting a novel, Resnais based Wild Grass on a book by French author Christian Gailly, whose writing, he says, "had a theatrical tone and dialogue that I liked very much, that seemed very close to a project I had in my head. Gailly has written 13 novels. I asked him for permission to adapt one of his books, but said I wanted to read all 13 before choosing. And he said, 'Choose the one you want, and we'll meet again. Good luck.' "


Resnais ultimately settled on The Incident, which follows the blossoming, albeit largely one-sided amour fou between Georges (played in Wild Grass by Resnais regular André Dussollier) and Marguerite Muir, a dentist who moonlights as an aviatrix (played by Sabine Azéma, another regular and also Resnais's wife). The theft of Marguerite's purse, seen flying through the air in the early moments of the film, is the inciting event of Gailly's title. When Georges subsequently recovers her wallet in a parking garage, the seemingly happily married husband and father begins fantasizing about this strange dentist/pilot with a mountain of frizzy red curls—a lust that goes on to express itself in a series of strangely comic and even violent ways. Is Georges mad or merely madly in love? Is Marguerite terrified of him, turned on, or both? As in so much of Resnais's work, multiple interpretations and the absence of a concrete reality are standard.


For the film's title, Resnais chose Wild Grass because "I have the impression that these are two people who have no reason to meet, no reason to love each other. In French, 'les herbes folles' means a plant that grows in a place where it has no hope of developing—in a crack in a wall, or a ceiling. I wanted to say that I consider these two characters to be completely deprived of reason." Then he adds, in English: "But aren't we all? When you read the history of France or America or England, it's a litany of mistakes: The king should not have done this; the people should not have done that. Why should a character be any different?"


Arguably Resnais's trippiest, most freely associative experiment since 1968's Je t'aime, je t'aime (a critical and commercial failure in its day), Wild Grass zig-zags zanily from one genre to the next: Sometimes, it's a screwball comedy (complete with a couple of Keystone-worthy cops played by Mathieu Amalric and Michel Vuillermoz); sometimes, it's a thriller; sometimes, it's an old-fashioned movie romance. All the while, the camera of cinematographer Eric Gautier swoops and glides like Marguerite's plane, through fields of gauzy, diffuse light punctuated by neon accents. "We decided that the light should be emotional rather than realistic," says Resnais, citing a source of inspiration in one of his beloved comic-strip illustrators, Terry and the Pirates creator Milton Caniff. "At a time when comic strips were very disparaged as an art form, I was very happy to learn that Orson Welles and Milton Caniff had a correspondence in which they said that each was influenced by the other. And Orson Welles was not an imbecile!"


Though he rarely gives interviews, in person, Resnais cuts a magnanimous figure, generous with his time and considerate in his responses. He is happy to engage on almost any subject, from the strict Catholic schools he attended as a child in Brittany (where "cinema wasn't considered an art—it was a distraction") to his early inclination that "there was something important in cinema, which was the manipulation of time through editing." It is an idea that Resnais, who had been teaching himself filmmaking since receiving an 8mm camera at the age of 12, was able to explore further when he moved to Nazi-occupied Paris and enrolled in one of the first classes of the French national film school.


The persistence of time would surface in much of Resnais's work of the subsequent five decades, in the astonishing now-and-then Auschwitz juxtapositions of his 1955 short Night and Fog (the first major film about the Holocaust and still one of the most affecting), in the non-linear loop-de-loops of Je t'aime, je t'aime, and in the compression of simultaneously occurring events of Muriel ou Le temps d'un retour. The conditional nature of memory, both personal and historical, has been another career-spanning preoccupation, though Resnais himself bristles a bit at the "memory" label. "I prefer to say 'the imaginary,' " he says. "All our lives, we live with the memory of a sad experience, or a pleasant one, and, thanks to those memories, we try to avoid other sad experiences and try to repeat pleasant ones. But we don't remember things exactly as they happened, thanks to the chemical processes of the brain. A memory that's too short doesn't suffice; with the imaginary, one can retain everything."


If one were to summarize Resnais's incredibly diverse filmography in a single statement, it might be an inversion of the architectural maxim that form should follow function. For Resnais, form is paramount: "I always have the idea that, if there's a precise form, you will get the emotion of the spectator—the emotion and the interest," he says, and it's this concern that underlies his most seemingly disparate work, from the visceral "pure cinema" of his early films to the deliberate artifice of his more recent play adaptations. It has also led some to accuse him of being overly cerebral and distant, including Pauline Kael's charge (in a review of 1977's Providence) that "most of the giants of film haven't been able to find the form for everything they've got in their heads; Resnais seems to have nothing but form in his."


But while Resnais's films can seem cool to the touch, those implacable surfaces more often than not belie churning currents of complex human emotion, from the shell-shocked survivors of Hiroshima mon amour to the hopeless romantics of Wild Grass. "It's really a matter of life imitating art instead of the opposite—the way we often feel the emotions of everyday life as if they had already registered on the screen," he says. "When everyday life resembles cinema, it interests me more than when I see a documentary film. If you make a film very close to reality, you don't have to give it a form. I feel that when there is a form, I come closer in fact to the reality of life."



Wild Grass plays at the New York Film Festival opening night, September 25."After the cinema, nothing surprises you. Everything is possible." So says the lovesick obsessive Georges Palet in a scene from Wild Grass, the 18th feature film directed by Alain Resnais, which arrives exactly 50 years after his debut, Hiroshima mon amour, which was praised by Eric Rohmer as "the first modern film of sound cinema."


20.5.09

"Wild Grass", de Alain Resnais (The Auteurs)


By Daniel Kasman

Some may remember the 2009 Cannes Film Festival for the ephemeral brouhaha of Antichrist, but time will be most understanding of all to Wild Grass, the new masterpiece by Alain Resnais. It has breathed life not just into the festival but into cinema itself, a true, effervescent delight as sad, hilarious, and wonderful as can be imagined, which is exactly the point. It is the ultimate Resnais film, an entire story, an entire cast of characters, and entire candy-colored film world all pitched as speculation. Maybe. If. Perhaps. It could be. Why not?

Above all a dance, a dream of sadness and a wish for fantasy, a pickpocketed wallet draws a forlorn married man (André Dussollier) to a lonely unmarried woman (Sabine Azéma), the possibilities of romance flitting between the chance that chance has put two strangers in strange contact with one another. It is the most melancholy Hitchcock film, the funniest movie he never made, a thriller cum romance cum elegy with the bravura whip-pans, crane shots, and crash zooms of a De Palma film, told (with a wink) with the humor of 1930s and the insight of an 86 year old master. It is a menagerie of all past Resnais dove-tailing through the branching possibilities of fiction, imagination and possibility opening the void before us, and filling it with equal parts horror and delight.

Our hero is a killer (perhaps), a philanderer (could be), a happily married man (why not?), a fiction maker (definitely); in short, like the rest of us, he is a what if kind of guy. Dussollier, in an extraordinary performance that suggests a maniac as much as it does a lonely romantic, stalks Azéma through letters and messages, forcing on her a fantasy if not of his mind, than of the film's. Narrated by an anonymous man with access to everyone's thoughts and an eventual part to play in this film fogged over with a haze that blurs the boundaries between the darkness and the light, tragedy and comedy, Wild Grass roves and grows from flight. Flight not just of our wallet woman's Sundays spent at the aerodrome, but flights of fancy above all else, swathing the world an artificial neon-tinged miasma that must be a dream, one that feels like silks running through your fingers and looks like dissolved satin. This look—also to be found in the jukebox insides of Private Fears in Public Places—equates all things, this auteurs' instrumental explorations of time and memory taken the Nth degree, where anything can happen in a mad, sad, deliciously malleable world vacated by our old, stolid understandings of time's passage, of events’ linearity, our consciousness' limits, and the separation of fiction and life.

It could be the most generous film ever made, since anything is possible, and that possibility is as joyous in its romantic whimsy as it is a mournful in the complete uncertainty of every moment and sensation. And to embrace these sides of life's equation—and in equal parts!—one simply stands in awe not of Resnais' understanding but of his realization.


"Wild Grass", de Alain Resnais (Promedio: 7,55) Desciende..


Competencia oficial

Alvaro Arroba (Crítica, Argentina) - 10 (...y quería ponerle 11, aclaro)
Pamela Bienzobas (Mabuse, Chile) - 7
Christoph Hüber (Die Presse, Austria) - 10
Rudiger Suchsland (Frankfurter Allgemeine, Germany) - 4
Diego Batlle (La Nación, Otroscines, Argentina) - 7
Luciano Monteagudo (Página/12, Argentina) - 7
Violeta Kovacsics (Lumiere, España) - 10
Manu Yáñez (Fotogramas, España) - 7
Ernesto Garratt (El Mercurio, Chile) - 6

Promedio: 7,55

"Wild Grass", de Alain Resnais (Variety)


By Jordan Mintzer

A StudioCanal (in France) release of an F Comme Film, StudioCanal, France 2 Cinema (France)/Bim Distribuzione (Italy) production, in association with Cinemage 3, with participation of Canal Plus, TPS Star, Eurimages, CNC. (International sales: Orly Films, Paris.) Produced by Jean-Louis Livi. Executive producer, Julie Salvador.
Directed by Alain Resnais. Screenplay, Alex Reval, Laurent Herbiert, based on the novel "L'Incident" by Christian Gailly.

With: Sabine Azema, Andre Dussollier, Anne Consigny, Emmanuelle Devos, Mathieu Amalric, Michel Vuillermoz, Edouard Baer, Annie Cordy, Sara Forestier, Nicolas Duvauchelle, Vladimir Consigny.

At the ripe age of 87, and exactly half a century since dropping a cinematic atom bomb with "Hiroshima mon amour," Alain Resnais continues his career-long experiment in filmmaking with the playfully flamboyant melodrama "Wild Grass." More freewheeling than 2006's "Private Fears in Public Places," but with a similar networking structure that connects the destinies of several melancholy adults into one intriguing web, the pic is marked by superb performances and a dazzling technical display by the helmer and praiseworthy cinematographer Eric Gautier. "Grass" should spread abundantly among the auteur's enthusiasts, but probably won't grow far outside the arthouse lawn.

Like "Private Fears" and several other recent features by Resnais, the film is an adaptation of an existing work that the director (this time aided by relatively inexperienced scribes Alex Reval and Laurent Herbiert) transforms into his own, often elusive, but rarely misguided dramatic vision.

Based on French writer Christian Gailly's 1996 novel "L'incident" -- which recounts how a stolen wallet results in an unlikely and unrequited love affair -- the story starts with the event itself and then quickly spirals out of control, taking its characters through hilarious scenarios and digressions while always maintaining a dark undertone.

The two opening scenes, which trail protags Marguerite (Resnais regular Sabine Azema) and Georges (Andre Dussollier, impeccable) with lush tracking shots reminiscent of the helmer's work from the '50s and '60s, show Georges scooping up Marguerite's wallet in a suburban parking garage. Revealing their faces only at the end of each sequence, yet providing ample voiceover from both of them, the helmer portrays the characters doing one thing while imagining the amusing opposite -- a technique he repeats throughout the movie.

As it turns out, Georges is a happily married family man with a lovely wife, Suzanne, (Anne Consigny) and two charming kids (Sara Forestier, Vladimir Consigny), while Marguerite is a single dentist who flies airplanes as a hobby. Immediately drawn to a photo of Marguerite in the wallet -- and the fact that she's a pilot -- Georges nevertheless can't decide whether to make contact at first, but eventually chases her down in harassing fashion.

For the first hour, the narrative dances around the couple's numerous miscommunications, and Resnais keeps things interesting and surprising by delving into techniques that hail back to classic studio filmmaking. Employing several impressive pans, push-ins, and crane shots, the camera of d.p. Gautier ("A Christmas Tale," "Into the Wild," and Resnais' "Private Fears") is forever roving, but manages to hit the perfect closeup when one of the actors delivers a pivotal line.

The images are matched by Hollywood composer Mark Snow ("The X Files: I Want to Believe"), whose playfully retro soundtrack runs the gamut of themes from jazzy Lalo Schiffrin-esque rhythms to pounding thriller beats from the '80s. Another form of music comes from the voiceovers themselves, whose succinct, lyrical flow mimics author Bailly's simple but abstract writing style.

When Georges' come-ons begin to feel dangerous, Marguerite contacts a pair of Keystone-style cops (Mathieu Amalric, Michel Vuillermoz), who show up at Georges' for a hysterically offbeat interrogation scene. But nothing, not even Suzanne's half-concerned questions, can stop this bizarre yet passionate romance from happening, and Resnais carries things toward a sadly inevitable conclusion that's pulled off with supreme skill, as well as some of his trademark dissonance.

Always a strong and demanding director, the helmer gets marvelous performances from all the cast members, with Dussollier's representing one of the better ones of his long career. As usual, Azema is completely on point in portraying someone who's all over the place -- a sentiment illustrated by her hairstyle, which looks like it was concocted with the help of a humidifier. Less forceful in its depiction of doomed extramarital affairs than his masterly "Mon oncle d'Amerique," yet sharper in wit and comic virtuosity, "Wild Grass" shows that although Resnais has grown more light-hearted in old age, he hasn't lost his desire to challenge the viewer on all levels.

Camera (color, Panavision widescreen), Eric Gautier; editor, Herve de Luze; music, Mark Snow; production designer, Jacques Saulnier; costume designer, Jackie Budin; sound (Dolby Digital/DTS), Jean-Marie Blondel, Gerard Hardy, Gerard Lamps; visual effects; Frederic Moreau; assistant director, Christophe Jeauffroy. Reviewed at Cannes Film Festival (competing), May 19, 2009. Running time: 113 MIN.