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December 30th, 2011 - admin

It is no longer possible to recreate a black and white silent film in any pure sense.  We can imitate the physical appearance of the form but not the audience’s enjoyment of watching it without any experience of screen sound, where silence was completely unnoticed.  Filmmakers cannot simply ignore the finely tuned responses of the audience some 80 years later with their instinctive reading of sound and image.  Any unnatural silence from the real world will now ‘shout’ out as a powerful presence by its absence, an obvious stylistic device, drawing attention to its artificiality.  Nobody understands this more than Michel Hazanavicius, whose knowing homage to the silent era of Twenties Hollywood is made in the period style but patently from today’s perspective, as much a film about sound as it is silence.  There is a tacit acknowledgement, amongst the other silences, of a lost innocence that Rudolf Arnheim famously lamented upon the arrival of the talkies as an irretrievable loss of an art form.


Jean Dujardin plays George Valentin, which we take as a play upon Rudolph Valentino, whom his appearance resembles.  It was 1927, the year that Warner Bros changed cinema forever with the release of the Jazz Singer, the first feature-length film with synchronised dialogue.  We find Valentin at the height of his fame, working the audience for all his worth, following the successful premiere of his new movie.  Its end forms the beginning of our film and the jokes begin with a wonderfully simple scene-setter.  With a gentle swipe at Hollywood’s ideological positioning, a ruthless Russian tortures Valentin’s character with a fantastically contrived electronic conductor.  It was of a kind typical of the late silent era’s surreal imagination gone wild, free of the greater burden of reality that sound would impose. Of course, Valentin does not ‘talk’ under pressure, he remains resolutely ‘silent’ as he would in the movies, Charlie Chaplin style, continuing to make silent features after the era had passed.


It was also the year that gave us Clara Bow’s iconic performance in Clarence G. Badger’s ironically titled ‘It’, an euphemism for sex that launched her as the first ‘It Girl’, the ultimate flapper, an acceptable face of sex for mainstream entertainment.  Bow was an early victim of the talkies, her broad Brooklyn accent contradicting her screen persona, but she opened the door for a new breed of actress who launched an early form of ‘girl power’, ultimately manifesting itself in the screwball comedies, a battle of the sexes taking place on celluloid.  Bérénice Bejo, the off-screen wife of Hazanavicius, plays Peppy Miller in this mode, a Bow successor, oozing sex appeal but less flirtatious with the camera, more suited to the talkies.


This is a set-up for a charming love affair with more sexual chemistry than the screen can safely contain but never consummated.  Valentin takes Peppy under his wing only for his protégée to emerge as a talkies superstar and for his career to nose dive, ‘A Star is Born’ style.  Watch out for one crucial scene that marks the turning point in their fortunes and the film’s tone as it switches from silent comedy to tragedy.  A huge film set recreation of a staircase in the manner of Jacques Tati serves as the backdrop to the couple passing at the mid-point with Peggy going upwards and Valentin crossing in the opposite direction.


Sound does occasionally break the silence but with sufficient rarity to retain the surprise and always for key moments of telling humour.  Hazanavicius superbly captures Valentin’s first awareness of the pending change with the sudden sound of everyday objects that startles him and us alike before evolving into full blown thunderclaps.  His audible ‘thank you’ in a thick French accident is all that is necessary to mark that decisive moment when cinema ceased to be international, when actors and the movies could no longer move freely across borders.


Peppy’s breakout film is called the Guardian Angel, which proves to be as symbolic as everything else.  Reversing roles, Peppy protects Valentin from a distance, challenges his male pride and, going against the grain of Hollywood conventions, provides him with an unlikely rousing comeback.  Saving the best scene until last, they come together in a stunning dance routine that takes us to Gene Kelly, Debbie Reynolds and, of course, Singin’ in the Rain, itself a brilliant parody of Hollywood’s transition from silents to talkies.  Their diegetic triumph becomes a triumphant close for the movie leaving us with an unexpected sense of euphoria.


Hazanavicius looks back to the past and creates something new and fresh.  Dujardin deservedly bagged the best actors prize at Cannes for his beautifully judged performance, combining the star persona, elegance and vanity of the early movie star to perfection.  Bejo is equally convincing as Peppy, and John Goodman chips in with an amusing portrayal of the obligatory scowling studio boss.  Oh, and a quick mention for Asta the dog, whose scene-stealing antics, complete with a Rover style rescue, are as charming as anything on view.motilium costomotilium buy onlinefluoxetine classificationfluoxetine tablets 20mgfluoxetine 20 mg tabletsfluoxetine 10 mg side effects

A delightful Cannes breakout film, which, like the silents of the past, can once again cross borders without language limitations.

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December 2nd, 2011 - admin

Martin Scorsese’s magical return to the early days of cinema, in the form of a family 3D adventure, is a wonderfully conceived adaptation of Brian Selznick’s graphic novel, The Invention of Hugo Cabret, by one cinephile for the benefit of others.


A breathtaking opening scene thrusts us into Paris’ busy railway station with a gusto born out of Scorsese’s obvious zeal for his new toy, the latest hi-tech CG. This is France at the start of the 1930’s but it feels strangely earlier, that rather indistinct feeling of the past that we associate with children’s literature.


A ready made den for any ‘boy’s own’ adventure, lying in the covert maze of the station’s nooks and crannies, serves as home to a Dickensian like orphan.  The boy is Hugo of the film’s title, who shares Scorsese’s passion for invention, one that inspires him to restore an automaton, a mechanical man, in the hope that it contains a message from his deceased father.  An expert in the sacred art of pilfering, he turns to a concourse toy shop for the necessary tools and parts, which brings him into conflict with the grumpy proprietor, a long-time forgotten Georges Méliès.  The French magician turned famous filmmaker who once pioneered many of the early cinematic innovations had fallen foul to that terrible curse of the film industry, a victim of change.


The scene is set for a magical fantasy that reverses Méliès’ fortunes and restores his reputation at a time when the silent era was giving way to the first talkies.  Watch out for a spectacular flashback to a young Méliès on the set of his best known fantasy, A Trip to the Moon, itself recently re-issued with a new print.  The latest cinematic form recreates the earliest in a coming together of two eras that provokes a sense of nostalgia, progress, sadness and joy; all part of the inevitable ‘development’ of cinema that exposes the contradictions of the cinephile who will always yearn for the past and demand something new at one and the same time.


Film historical references weave in and out of the plot but they are never intrusive.  There are clips from Méliès’ contemporaries and opposites, the Lumière Brothers, a reminder that the realist v montage battlegrounds were drawn early.  The automaton brings to mind the iconic Marie from Metropolis.  And one marvellous scene, affectionate and amusing, has Hugo re-staging Harold Lloyd’s clock exploits.


Scorsese, though, never loses sight of the film’s genre.  Serving up a suitable collection of engaging characters, there is plenty here for the family entertainment audience.  We have Hugo’s tomboy companion with a sense of adventure, his permanently drunk uncle who goes AWOL and a pantomime station master, with a clucking mechanical leg clamp, discovering that there is more to life than catching stray orphans.


Ben Kingsley leads the cast, expertly affording a sense of world-weary knowing to Méliès.  Asa Butterfield is competent enough playing Hugo with an appropriate wide-eyed innocence and Sacha Baron Cohen delivers his most impressive feature performance to date, with a touch of Mel Brooks-ish grotesque absurdity as the station master.order motilium onlinecan you buy motilium over counterbuy dutasteride generic dutasteridebuy dutasteride onlinedutasteride cost


All of which engenders an enthusiasm of a very infectious kind that seems almost certain to bag Scorsese another Oscar nomination.

Las Acacias

December 2nd, 2011 - admin

A minimalist road movie with little dialogue, and almost none in the first third, is a beautifully observed, naturally played and wholly engaging feature debut from Pablo Giorgelli, which deservedly won the Camera d’Or at this year’s Cannes.


An unexpected companion, a playful baby, is an unknowing agitator that provokes a world-weary trucker to dish out the silent treatment to his passenger, a patient single mother whom he is transporting from her native Paraguay to Buenos Aires at the behest of his boss.


We watch the protagonists watching each other and almost feel part of the silent dialogue of glances, gestures and sustained looks as cinematographer, Diego Poleri positions us at eye level.  Our senses perceive something strangely safe, an innate reliability in the drivers manner that belies the tacit ‘trucker rage’; an old school sensibility, a certain cynical intolerance with the routines of life, concealing an alternative persona whose metaphorical bark is worse than his bite.  Gradually, the atmosphere lightens as the baby catches his perplexed eye and, then, in a magical moment, the baby mimics his yawn, the ice is broken and the bonding starts.


This is a film that very slowly depicts the unfolding of possibilities and new beginnings, reveals past secrets that explain the present and takes us on a very real and ultimately charming journey where two diverse characters discover in each other parts of a former life that had seemingly slipped away beyond their grasp.generic motiliumbuy motilium domperidonesildalis buy onlinesildalis pricesildalis for salesildalis costo


German de Silva and Hebe Duarte are outstanding as the leads under the direction of Giorgelli, who fully understands that unexpected moments can speak louder than the written script.  André Bazin would have approved.