Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Dear Artist: no Skype = no interview


Dear artist, please don't take it personally. I'd really like to have a chat so I can write up a story about your latest project / career.

But sadly your refusal to do the interview via Skype, despite the fact we are in different cities and can't do it in person, means we won't be talking after all.

Here's why:

1) You seem to expect to talk via long-haul phone call and want me to pay for the call despite my being a freelance without a corporate boss to pay my expenses. Skype is free.

2) Even if your record or film company picks up the cost of the call, that really doesn't solve the main problem. Half the time you have a heavy accent that requires the kind of clear line that is not guaranteed via phone. Skype is invariably clear, especially when run through a hi-fi.

3) Transcribing a recording of a poor-quality phone conversation is maddeningly difficult and overly time consuming. It used to be that was the only way we had of talking, so we had to both struggle through. That time has gone. Let's move on.

4) Blind phone calls with strangers often feel relatively tense and artificial and the conversation can be more strained. When two strangers can make eye contact, it's much easier for them to relax into a conversation and talk freely.

5) Sure, I can take shorthand, but I'm sure you don't appreciate me having to ask you to slow down at times or asking you to repeat things (for the sake of accuracy) and I 'm sure you'll agree that a recording frees up the interviewer to strike up a rapport, engaging in a more of a free-flowing conversation.


Look forward to chatting on screen. Bye...

Friday, November 25, 2011

The Slap's least likable characters - who, US?


I've yet to catch up with the final episode of The Slap, which ran on ABC1 on Thursday, but I liked what series script producer Tony Ayres had to say on ABC RN today.

In his view, the viewers who make the greatest fuss about the characters being unlikable are reacting to those unlikable qualities in themselves.

He's not denying the characters have unlikable qualities - he's saying we all do, albeit some more than others. I think he's right and that's a large part of why the series, for all its occasional flaws (see earlier post), has struck a chord.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Attention indie filmmakers - how to get your film onto iTunes

Still from 2011 Australian feature "The Burning Man"


Recently I complained here about the amount of time it was taking to get the Australian feature Snowtown onto iTunes as a rental download, despite the fact that it was already available for hire in the fast-diminishing number of DVD stores. (The film finally went up for hire on iTunes two days ago, ie. November 20).

Now here's an interesting development. I've just received the following media release from ATOM, the Australian Teachers of Media, with news of an initiative that will be of especially great use to independent filmmakers who don't have big distribution support. Scroll to the bottom for contact info.

Media release: 

Australian Teachers of Media (ATOM) is pleased to announce that it is now able to upload films to iTunes on behalf of Australian filmmakers. iTunes is the world’s most popular and well-known digital distribution platform.

ATOM can offer a complete service for Australian filmmakers and distributors. It is able to put your movie on iTunes and market it within Australia and internationally using its extensive opt-in email lists and social media networks.

As a not-for-profit organisation that aims to support the interests of the Australian film industry, ATOM is shortening the distance between sales and the producer’s pocket and simplifying the transition of film to the digital arena.

The costs for delivery into iTunes Movies are:

For HD encoding, $5.00 per minute and $300 for submission costs

For SD encoding, $4.00 per minute and $300 for submission costs

Producers receive 50% of the income. The other 45% goes to Apple and the aggregator. ATOM receives only 5% of the sale price. Producers will receive monthly reports and returns quarterly.

ATOM is offering a non-exclusive deal to producers, allowing them to also work through other distributors and on other platforms.

Producers need only supply a QuickTime master as ProRes 422, along with typical supporting material such as a trailer, key art and a synopsis. 

The master QuickTime file can simply be mailed on a hard disk and will be returned to the producer once encoded.

As well as putting titles on iTunes Movies, ATOM can also embed complete films into apps to play on iPads and iPhones for $890 per title. In this arrangement the producer receives 65% of the gross income, Apple takes 30% and ATOM receives 5%.

Besides the financial advantage to be gained by having ATOM upload your titles to iTunes, ATOM can also link to these titles from its publications, including PDF and app study guides, e-books, and articles dealing with these films in the print and digital versions of its two international magazines, Metro and Screen Education. Both magazines are now available through the Zinio Newsstand, and will soon be available through the Apple Newsstand.

ATOM is also able to sell DVDs of productions on a non-exclusive basis through its online shop, The Education Shop.

For submissions and further information, please contact:
Peter Tapp
ATOM
+61 3 9525 5302
0412 473116
editor@atom.org.au

Sunday, November 20, 2011

How to act the role of a famous real life person

Christian McKay in "Me and Orson Welles"
With the release of The Iron Lady coming up fast (Boxing Day in Australia), it seems a good time to dig out this story I wrote last year for  The Weekend Australian (28 August, 2010). Hooked on what was then news about Meryl Streep's role as Margaret Thatcher, I went on to examine the increasing popularity of films that require actors to play real life people who are often still alive, and asked what it took for an actor to pull off one of these roles. (Hint: it's not about physical resemblance, and neither is it really about impersonation, but a more subtle and complex blend of factors).


'MERYL Streep to play Margaret Thatcher", ran the headlines in late June. The internet lit up with Oscar predictions and commentators worldwide went into overdrive. 

Never mind that Streep was merely in talks and had not even agreed to take the role: the prospect of the Iron Lady being played by Hollywood royalty was too potent a combination to resist. One sex-starved headline writer hyperventilated that "British politics are sexy again".
Meryl Streep as Margaret Thatcher (L) and the real thing (R)

This kind of biography has long been ratings fodder for telemovies: think Kurt Russell's Elvis Presley, Poppy Montgomery and Catherine Hicks's versions of Marilyn Monroe, or Judy Davis's hosanna to her namesake, Judy Garland. Now depictions of the living or clearly remembered are becoming commonplace on the big screen, too.

The list of cinematic biographies from the past few years is long, including singers Ray Charles (Ray, starring Jamie Foxx); Edith Piaf (La Vie en Rose, Marion Cotillard); Johnny Cash (Walk the Line, Joaquin Phoenix); Bob Dylan (I'm Not There, Cate Blanchett, Heath Ledger and others); John Lennon (Nowhere Boy, Aaron Johnson); and Ian Curtis (Control, Sam Riley).

It goes on to take in dictators Adolf Hitler (Downfall, Bruno Ganz) and Idi Amin (The Last King of Scotland, Forest Whitaker), guerilla leader Che Guevara (Che, Benicio Del Toro), and the Queen (The Queen, Helen Mirren).

For good measure the list rounds up rock impresario Tony Wilson (24 Hour Party People, Steve Coogan), television interviewer David Frost (Frost/Nixon, Michael Sheen), British soccer manager Brian Clough (The Damned United, Sheen again), and US presidents George W. Bush (W., Josh Brolin) and Richard Nixon (Frost/Nixon, Frank Langella, and Nixon, Anthony Hopkins).

For years the surest way to Oscar success was to play a character with an obvious physical or psychiatric disability, but that route has been supplanted by dramatic impersonations of people who are well within living memory.

That requires special artistry, to convince viewers they are watching a character they feel they already know. Note the number of performances listed that went on to Academy acclaim, as nominations or wins, among them Cotillard who, in La Vie en Rose, had to overcome the considerable disadvantage of being a French actress playing in a French film in her native language.

In the past few weeks the trend for biopics has intensified, with figures such as Bill Clinton, Orson Welles, Tony Blair and rock singers Joan Jett and Ian Dury being incarnated by actors on cinema screens.
The Special Relationship - about the bond between Blair (Sheen tackling the role for the third time) and Bill Clinton (Dennis Quaid) -- benefits not only from convincing portraits of the two leaders but strong supporting performances from Hope Davis as Hillary Clinton and Helen McCrory as Cherie Blair. While the project originated as a TV production, its distributor clearly thought it suitable for the big screen in Australia.

We've also had an uncannily lifelike performance from unknown British actor Christian McKay as the young Orson Welles in the Richard Linklater film Me and Orson Welles. The film is about the staging of the actor-director's celebrated 1930s theatre production of Shakespeare's Julius Caesar.

Watching McKay - who had previously played Welles in a New York one-man stage show - I was immediately struck by the physical resemblance, right down to the hypnotic eyes and baby-fat jowls. As the performance continued I became amazed at the authenticity with which McKay had also managed to capture Welles's voice, phrasing and mannerisms. He also produced something that is difficult for a performer unblessed with immense charisma to fake: Welles's toweringly large personality.

Although the film is set in 1937, before Welles launched his movie career both behind and in front of the camera with Citizen Kane, cinema buffs are bound to approach the Linklater movie with deep familiarity with Welles's image and voice. Yet McKay achieves the kind of total transformation that is likely to meet the standard of even the most sceptical viewer.

We've also recently had The Runaways, the story of the 70s female rock band, with Twilight star Kristen Stewart as Joan Jett and Dakota Fanning as the less well-remembered Cherie Currie. And the film chosen to close the Melbourne International Film Festival in August was Sex & Drugs & Rock & Roll, a warts-and-more look at the life of cockney rocker Ian Dury starring Andy Serkis (Gollum in the Lord of the Rings films).

Kristen Stewart and Joan Jett
While biopics of the living or recently dead are certainly nothing new, cinema's true forte is the historical biography. Kings and queens, artists, writers, composers and political leaders more readily lend themselves to the distortions and poetic licence needed for the creation of cinematic spectacle and myth.

The theatre has long depicted historical personages - Shakespeare's plays are full of them - and Hollywood kept up the tradition: think John Wayne as Genghis Khan in The Conqueror (1956), or Bette Davis, one of many actresses to tackle Queen Elizabeth I, in Essex and Elizabeth (1939) and The Virgin Queen (1955). Because we can't possibly know what the personalities of these historic leaders were like in reality, actors and directors are free to interpret them any way they see fit.

In the past, contemporary entertainers were sometimes irresistible subjects for big-screen treatment, such as band leader Glenn Miller, lionised by Jimmy Stewart in The Glenn Miller Story a decade after his 1944 death , or Jimmy Cagney's embodiment of Broadway entertainer George M. Cohan in Yankee Doodle Dandy, released in 1942, the same year its subject died.

Jimmy Stewart as Glenn Miller
But in the pre-TV era most viewers would not have been familiar with a character such as Cohan. In general Hollywood preferred its biographical subjects to have long been a-mouldering in the grave.
Today's greater willingness by Hollywood to depict living people may simply reflect the greater role of celebrity in our culture. You may be a star but you're not really a star until someone turns your life into a movie.

Isolating the quality that makes a great screen performance of a real person, well known to the audience, is not as straightforward as some may assume.

Is it an act of impersonation or is something else going on? Does the actor need to come to the role with a natural resemblance to their character or do make-up and costumes do most of the work? Indeed, do the actors need to look like their character at all? Is being as famous, or even more famous, than the person portrayed a plus or a minus? How important is accent and voice? Why do viewers so often buy these performances when they can clearly see the actor is, in effect, an impostor?

Tanya Gerstle, head of acting at the Victorian College of the Arts in Melbourne, points out that the actor makes a contract with the audience, which has to agree to suspend disbelief. There are certain things the actor has to do, and if they don't deliver the viewer finds it hard to go with them.

Gerstle says that star quality - a famous actor's own persona, carried from role to role - can be a disadvantage.

"If you've seen an actor many, many times, it gets harder and harder for that actor to create the illusion," she says. "Almost inevitably when the actor is very well known you're aware of them for a while before you start to accept the portrayal. You can't not know the actor. Various people don't have the ability to morph."

Gerstle feels it's easier when we don't know the actor at all or not very well. McKay echoes this view when discussing his portrayal of Welles. He told the SBS website recently that "it was a great help that no one had actually heard of me, so they're not distracted by any 'persona'. People say I look like Welles and sound like him, and in life I don't at all. People will project their own image of Welles on to the performance, if they have one already."

Star quality need not be fatal to impersonation, though. Gerstle greatly admires Judy Davis's Emmy award-winning lead performance in the telemovie Life with Judy Garland: Me and My Shadows (2001), despite Davis's familiarity. And Tony Knight, head of acting at the National Institute of Dramatic Art, observes that Blanchett's star status did no harm at all to her Oscar-winning portrayal of Katharine Hepburn in The Aviator.

A physical resemblance between actor and subject may not be important. That may sound counterintuitive, but consider actor Sheen and former British PM Blair: the resemblance is less striking when photos of them are placed side by side. What makes people think Sheen looks remarkably like Blair is a certain fresh-faced quality: a boyish demeanour that everyone associates with the politician. So what are we to make of the critical praise Sheen has also attracted for playing Frost and Clough, despite a distinct lack of resemblance to either man?

Neither of the actors who has portrayed Nixon in the past 15 years looks anything like the former US president, yet both give powerful and convincing performances.

Hopkins in "Nixon"
In the first five to 10 minutes of Oliver Stone's biopic Nixon, Anthony Hopkins seems a strange choice to play the US president, yet the actor finds the key to unlock the character. Very early on there's a shot of Nixon standing with his arms folded awkwardly. Hopkins had found that the man's stiffness was the characteristic that most readily defined him: a reserve and apparent sense of discomfort in his body that also reflected Nixon's inner character. From that point on, Hopkins proved an effective Nixon.

Real Nixon and Langella as Nixon
Langella emphasised the body language less obviously yet managed to use his eyes to suggest the mixture of wariness and cunning that many believed to be at the heart of Nixon's complex persona. He was aided by a canny script that allowed these traits to be brought to the fore.
Physical likeness, says Knight, is not essential, though it helps the audience invest in the transformation process.

"Do you go about an impersonation or an impression?" he says. "Most actors will go for an impression, which is more of an internal process and more dependent on the character in the script, rather than the real-life person.

"You're making a drama, not making a documentary. With the Queen, we can't possibly know what happened between Tony Blair and [Prince] Charles, so the filmmakers have gone for something dramatic. All these people who have spoken out about [TV crime series] Underbelly and said, 'It wasn't really like that' -- well, of course it wasn't." Knight says "the actor will be looking for the psychological gesture -- an old acting term -- which may reveal something about the inner life of the character."

But if gestures and body language can encourage the audience's suspension of disbelief, so can hair, costumes and voice. Weight too.
Chris Edmund, head of acting at the Western Australian Academy of Performing Arts, points to Blanchett's startlingly unlikely, multi-award-winning role as Bob Dylan in I'm Not There. Apart from being the wrong sex, ordinarily Blanchett looks nothing like the singer-songwriter, but she "lost a lot of weight to inhabit that wiry 60s Dylan and somehow she got that wild energy", he observes.

Gerstle stresses the difference between impersonation and a sustained performance. "An impersonation is more like a mask; you put it on for a moment and take it off," she says. "A performance is more mercurial."

As McKay puts it: "It's amazing when people talk about actors doing impersonation - if you do that, you'll never embody that character."

Friday, November 18, 2011

Bradbury's Paul Cox doco sees light of day


Back in April I conducted a public interview with Australian filmmaker Paul Cox at Sydney's University of Technology to celebrate his career following his successful liver transplant.

One of our topics of conversation that night was the documentary that David Bradbury had been making about Cox's struggle with cancer - I recall Cox drolly remarking that Bradbury might have been a bit disappointed that he ended up surviving, since it ruined the climax of his film (This, I stress, was delivered as a mordant joke and not as a complaint about Bradbury.)

Cox at the time seemed a bit uncertain as to whether the film would ever see light of day, but here is, completed under the title of On Borrowed Time

The film has just screened twice at the Brisbane International Film Festival (BIFF),  once at the Nova in Melbourne, and has just begun a limited season at Hobart's State Cinema (November 19, 20 and 23, starting at 8.30pm).

Next Wednesday (Nov 23) it screens as a one-off at the Chauvel in Sydney's Paddington, starting at 6pm, followed by a Q&A with Cox and Bradbury hosted by David Stratton. Cinephiles of NSW and Tasmania, put those dates in your diary now.  (How interesting to see the film is being given four sessions in the least populous state, Tasmania, but only one each in Melbourne and Sydney.)

Bradbury tells me he is paying for the hire of the Chauvel himself "to try to show there is an audience still for such a film if the usual suspects with the dosh get behind it and give a push with some P&A monies and their weight. Otherwise it becomes a self fulfilling prophecy that 'nobody' wants to watch an Australian doco on the big screen."


In a media statement Bradbury tells us the the film "documents Coxʼs reflections on Life and Death, Love, Art and Beauty – major themes that run through Paulʼs films, stretching over a remarkable 40 years. Clips from Paulʼs films illustrate these major themes as Paul waits for his own mortality to claim him.

"Narrated by David Wenham, On Borrowed Time includes interviews or
moments with some of Australiaʼs best known actors and Paulʼs regular
collaborators including John Clarke, Julia Blake, Isabelle Huppert, Bob Ellis,
Werner Hertzog, Phillip Adams, Jackie McKenzie, Derek Jacobi, John Hurt,
Chris Haywood, Aden Young
and Wendy Hughes.




Monday, November 14, 2011

The SLAP - time to start writing Series Two

Melissa George as Rosie and Anthony Hayes as Gary
Suggestion to Tony Ayres and rest of the crew behind ABC teleseries The Slap: you've spent so much time establishing the main characters in depth that it would be a waste not to produce a second series. Imagine if The Wire or Six Feet Under had only one series each? I'm sure Christos Tsiolkas, who wrote the novel, could be persuaded to play along.

I've been following the progress of The Slap since before the start of filming, starting with an attempt at reading the book. I liked a lot about it, especially the structure (each chapter has a different character at its centre), but never finished it. Not because I found the characters too dislikable, a complaint many readers seem to have had, but because it would have been a much better read at half the length.

I think that about a lot of books - fiction and non-fiction alike.

Complaining that you dislike the characters seems to me a totally wrong-headed reason for disliking the book or the TV series. The characters were obviously deliberately written to have major flaws in order to break down any notion that here are heroes and villains; to complicate the morality of the tale, making it harder to decide whose side you're on. That's what real, adult  drama does.

In November last year I interviewed series script producer Tony Ayres at Friday on My Mind, the weekly talk session at the Australian Film and Television School (AFTRS) in Sydney, a fascinating conversation later published in the AFTRS quarterly journal, LUMINA.

Since the series began screening  I've been an avid - though not uncritical - fan. Episode One, showing the slap of Hugo, the spoilt brat, at the backyard BBQ around which the rest of the story revolves, was far more vivid than what I remembered from the book.

The casting has been largely inspired, especially the female roles: Melissa George has been a revelation as the appalling - yet somewhat sad and pathetic - Rosie, the revenge-fixated mother of slapped kid Hugo.

Essie Davis as Anouk
Essie Davis, as Anouk, showed exactly why she became so revered on the London stage after disappearing from the Australian film and theatre scene early in her career. And Sophie Lowe has been a perfect embodiment of the sexually forward yet immature teenager, Connie.

The only weak casting choice is Jonathan LaPaglia (Anthony's brother) as Hector. He plainly lacks the charisma needed to make an immediate impact as the protagonist of the all-important first episode, especially up against Alex Dimitriades in the role of his cousin Harry, the kid slapper.

Britain's Sophie Okonedo, whose heritage is Nigerian and Ashkenazi Jewish, was a surprising casting choice as Aisha, Hector's wife, given her character's Indian extraction in the novel. Not sure what was going on here. Aimed at making the series more approachable to a British audience (the series has been sold for screening in the UK)? Still there's nothing wrong with Okonedo's performance, so it's not really an issue.

Episode Five, featuring the court room scene, was a humdinger. Melissa George has come a long way from her former soapie sexpot image, giving a deeply affecting performance as Rosie, the mother determined to get vengeance on the Greek Australian Harry for slapping her out-of-control little boy at a BBQ.

Lex Marinos as Manolis (right)
After this I found last week's Episode Six, centered on Hector and Harry's Greek-migrant father Manolis, anti-climactic, even allowing for Lex Marinos's strong performance. There were too many flat spots, especially in the first half. The giveaway was the way the William McInnes voiceover was laid on with a trowel - seemingly to overcome the material's essentially literary, rather than, dramatic nature (it sought to give the viewer access to Manolis's interior thoughts by telling us, rather than revealing his character through action). In the first part at least. The final part of the episode worked better in dramatic terms.

And enough with the cliche of bazouki music and Greek folk dancing already. Do Anglo characters need to do Morris dancing to prove their heritage? I know at this point any Australian with Greek heritage will point out that this older generation of Greek migrants hold firmly onto their old culture. But in film and TV terms, it comes over as trite and cliched.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Film piracy: the case for


Update: 15.11.11. Madman Films has just told me via Twitter that Snowtown will be available to rent on iTunes on November 20 (ie five days time). 


Tonight I decided to watch Justin Kurzel's Snowtown. I was  overseas when it came out earlier this year and I've been waiting for it to be released on DVD so I could rent it on iTunes. Quaint, I know; most people would just watch via torrent these days, but I've always been reluctant to "pirate".

So off I went to iTunes to download only to find the film is not available for rent. Only for sale, at $24.99.

What?!

OK,  film industry, give me one good reason, apart the threat of legal action, why I shouldn't 'pirate' a copy, given the distributor is clearly unable to meet my interest in accessing a copy legally? Whatever happened to "consumer is king"?

Why have you been unable or unwilling to make it possible for  film lovers to access films in the medium they want to watch them in, at the time they want to watch them, when the technology makes this possible and has completely revolutionised consumer expectations and your old business model and modes of distribution are falling away?

When will you wake up to the fact there has been a paradigm shift and that by standing in the sea, Canute-like, trying to hold back the tide by legal fiat, you are not only failing but making yourselves look incompetent?

I've been invited to come along to the following session at the SPAA ( Screen Producers Association of Australia) annual conference to speak from the floor. Should be interesting:
 
Tuesday 15th November, 11.15am 12.30pm 

Your Underground Audience

360
Level 2 Meeting Room 4, Sydney Hilton.

"It has been said that one way to determine whether your piece of content has a chance of achieving greatness is how many people want to steal it.

"Piracy represents hefty illegal profits for some perpetrators, a free ride for others, many of whom are the biggest fans of that content. With only some of the revenue going back to where it should, the back-handed compliment of piracy is propelling independent filmmakers to search for better ways to mitigate the risks of their content being stolen. Join industry mavens and mavericks at the cutting edge of technology, policy, legislation and law enforcement to review current research and debate this crucial issue."

Moderator Lori Flekser - Managing Director, Motion Picture Distributors Association of Australia
Speakers:
Neil Gane - Executive Director, Australian Federation Against Copyright Theft
Mark Lazarus - Producer, The Loved Ones. Investment Manager, Drama, Screen Australia
Anton Andreacchio - Director, Convergen
Joel Pearlman – Managing Director, Roadshow Films

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Modern Euro crime thrillers: The Killing vs The Silence



Update on my October 31 post on acclaimed German crime thriller The Silence

Having now screened on SBS2 the film is now available for free viewing online here, at SBS On Demand. You have 11 days left.

Watching Swiss-born director Baran bo Odar's film last night I could see where the comparisons with the brilliant Danish teleseries The Killing (Forbrydelsen) and its US remake came from, while being struck by how significantly it differs from them.

It's true that both film and the two teleseries revolve around the murder/ disappearance of girls several years apart, and share some common plot details including the discovery of items belonging to the victim in a field preceding discoveries of their bodies in a nearby lake or canal.

But unlike the German film, The Killing is essentially a conventional police procedural/ whodunnit puzzle. Knowing a murder has been committed, we follow the police as they pursue their various leads and red herrings, mostly emanating from municipal politics and all its dirty dealings. The story just happened to have been done in unusual depth and with great dashes of intelligence and visual style.

With The Silence (original title Das letzte Schweigen - literally "The Last Silence"), there's never any mystery about the identity of the killer/s. We see a rape and murder of a girl in the golden wheatfields of the Bavarian summer.

We clearly see who did it before being introduced to the detectives assigned to a later, parallel case - the discovery of a missing 11-year-old girl's abandoned bicycle in the same spot as the first girl's cycle was found around 20 years ago.

The story then see-saws between the two men involved in the original murder, seen in both time frames, and the latter-day investigation into the second girl's disappearance.

While The Killing and The Silence focus strongly on loss and grief  - surviving relatives of the disappeared/ dead are given prominent roles in both - the German film is much more an exploration of the way the past hangs heavily on the present, not just for the victim's families but for the guilty party.


And where the original The Killing suffered in its final episodes from having to tie up too many of its complex plot strands, offering a solution that seemed regrettably contrived and not entirely believable, The Silence builds with inexorable logic to a downbeat finale that is as chilling as it is utterly credible.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Mussolini's Greatest Hits



Italy's fascists stay true to Mussolini's ideology
That's the headline on a Guardian story on the activities of today's fascists in Italy.

"Left-wing associations have frequently accused supporters of CasaPound (a fascist organisation) of violently attacking their members at demonstrations, and have claimed the group acts as a cover for young men looking for trouble.

"In Rome, fascists assault people but are protected and unpunished," Pierluigi Bersani, head of the opposition Democratic Party told a rally on Saturday..."

This reminded me I'd never gotten around to posting these photos of a CD of Mussolini songs I found openly for sale in a cafe in a small Umbrian village in May.

I was a bit taken aback. You don't see CDs of Hitler's Top 10 speeches or Favourite Stormtrooper Hits in Germany. It would be illegal. Not to mention outrageous.

Odd country, Italy. Totally idyllic place to visit (see picture below, taken outside the cafe where the Mussolini CD was for sale). And yet.... Berlusconi? The Sicilian Cosa Nostra? The Vatican and the Pope books on every newstand in the country? Mussolini-mania? The Neapolitan Camorra? Gadzooks, man. That's a lot crosses for one nation to bear.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Mark Sarfaty RIP



Shocked to hear of the sudden death of my former Sydney Film Festival colleague Mark Sarfaty,  a festival board member during my time at the festival in the mid-2000s who became chief executive after I left.


A former head of Dendy Cinemas, he went on to become SFF chief executive for a year before becoming CEO of the Independent Cinemas Association of Australia (ICAA).


Screen Daily reports:


"Most recently he has been one of the key people negotiating a visual print fee (VPF) scheme for Australia’s independent cinemas.

“Mark fought tirelessly for independent cinemas, with a vision and perseverance seldom encountered,” the ICAA board said in a statement. “He was a fierce competitor and talented, intelligent leader.

“He has inspired us greatly. We are thankful to have had his leadership during the challenges of recent times and we will continue his work in improving the future competitiveness of independent cinema in Australia.”

Screen Daily adds that "in recent months Sarfaty was was caught up in a court case relating to but not directly involving ICAA. In the case Digital Cinema Network (DCN) accuses it’s former chair, Michael Smith, of breaching his fiduciary duties to DCN by handing documents he shouldn’t have to the Omnilab Media Group, which is ICAA’s partner in the scheme.

"He told this journalist repeatedly of his concerns that the court case was distracting attention away from the main game of ensuring independent operators could make the move to digital in an orderly, timely and cost efficient manner. Many of these operators are arthouse chains or based in regional communities.

"The cause of death is not yet known. He is survived by his daughter Matilda."



Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Why Nash Edgerton's The Square is worth revisiting


Nash Edgerton's Australian noir, The Square, won a lot of justifiable raves when it was released a couple of years ago but sadly failed to get much of a mojo working at the box office.

Back then the public's faith in the Australian film industry was at its utmost low point. Which is not to say it was deserved - the widespread perceptions that "all Aussie films are depressing" reflected a certain reality that was much more complex and at that point already out of date.

To say that Edgerton's film is dark is to say that it has the same downbeat view of human relations as all great film noirs, from Fritz Lang's You Only Live Once to Billy Wilder's Double Indemnity and Jacques Tourneur's Out of the Past and beyond.

I like the way the film successfully translates the language of what was originally a kind of American tragedy into something that resonates against the sunlight and greenery of the Australian suburbs, a quality that enables it to escape the trap of pastiche to which neo-noirs (films in the style produced outside of the classic 1940s-50s period) can be prey.

See Dennis Hopper's The Hot Spot (1990) for a neo-noir that manages to be more a film about a genre than about the humans at its centre. (Let's leave aside the time-worn debate over whether noir qualifies as a full-blown genre like the western or the musical).

My notes on The Square have gone up at the National Film and Sound Archive's website Australian Screen Online. The entry includes three short clips and my thoughts on what makes these sequences interesting.

I've watched the clip I've linked here many times and it just keeps getting better, from the calm bookend shots of a tragically misconceived arson at the heart of the plot, to a view of the chaos at the scene of the burning house.

I love the way Edgerton captures the latter in Steadicam, getting a vivid sense of the panic of the Anthony Hayes's character, who realises his mother's  in the house, without resorting to the cliched and so often trite language of rapid cuts and rampant wobbly-cam, which too often sever any sense of what's actually happening in the scene.

And as I observe in the ASO notes, the two brief hilltop scenes "not only provide a sense of symmetry but also a God’s eye viewpoint, both literally (God is usually understood to be on high) and metaphorically – giving a sense that Ray, Carla and Billy have been playing God with another person’s life."


 Image: Claire van der Boom as Carla, The Square's femme fatale.

Now Canberra gets into the filmfest spirit

The fast-growing Canberra International Film Festival opened last Wednesday and runs until this Sunday (November 6). I'm heading there tomorrow for three days of screenings and will file reviews of some of the program to SBS Film website, which has just published my overview of this year's event:

Extract:

"Outside of the ACT the festival seems to be a well-kept secret, getting so few mentions in the national film and entertainment media that it’s likely many film lovers would be surprised to learn that it even exists.

"But in Canberra, it’s increasingly a different story. Since being taken over by artistic director Simon Weaving three years ago and moving into the Dendy Cinemas from its former home at the Electric Shadows, the festival has undergone serious audience growth. Two years ago CIFF managed to sell double the number of tickets it had sold in the previous year, while last year saw a year-to-year increase of 18%, says Weaving..."


Story continues here.


Image from King of Devil's Island, best film at this year's Norwegian Film Awards, and on the program at CIFF.