Monday, June 29, 2009

Wonderful Town (Assarat)


Wonderful Town tells a well worn tale of a love affair that's pulled apart by a jealous relative. Set in Takua Pa, a Thai town that was devastated after the 2004 tsunami, the relentlessly slow manner in which the romance blossoms is painful to behold, lacking the passion, intensity, and transcendence a film this sparse demands.

The two leads are defined by their occupations. Ton is an architect who is sent to the town to oversee the construction of a new building. A constant traveller, he has a freedom that is distinct from Na, who lives in and runs her family's mostly empty hotel, leading a lonely and insular existence. Her brother is a washed up ex-gangster who seemingly has nobody left to terrorise in Takua Pa's empty streets.

Thin on dialogue and glacially paced, the film struggles in vain to accrue power through weakly developed symbolism (waves, roads, empty houses) that never feels appropriately connected to the narrative, existing merely as a way to fill the void that lies at its heart. The violent twist in tone in the final minutes is similarly incoherent and evidently a means to provide a jazzy finish to the uninspired hum that precedes it.


Sunday, June 28, 2009

A Day At DC's

Here's a link to a post that I assembled for Dennis Cooper's blog, in which I assembled a selection of some of my favorite short films. He's a writer who's not only published some of the greatest American fiction I've ever read, but created a blog that's one of the most exciting and rewarding places to hang out on the net.

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

The Mongrel Muse

Ever since the cinema began, aestheticians have sought to define 'pure cinema', the 'essence' of cinema. In vain. The cinema's only 'purity' is the way in which it combines diverse elements into its 'impure' whole. Its 'essence' is that it makes them interact, that it integrates other art forms, that it exists 'between' and 'across' their boundaries. It is cruder and inferior to every other art form on that form's 'home ground'. But it repairs its deficiencies, and acquires its own dignity, by being a mixture.

from Films and Feelings by Raymond Durgnat

Tuesday, June 02, 2009

Sparrow (To)

Closing this years Terracotta Far East Film festival, Sparrow is a light and madcap buddy movie in which a group of petty thieves come to the rescue of a woman in the clutches of a rival gang. Cartoonish characterisations and a lack of cohesion in tone and pacing don't deter, imbuing the movie with a fun and freakish quality that's frequently engrossing.

Directed by the ever prolific Johnnie To, who here eschews his more typical violent gangster films for a foray into calmer territory, Sparrow was a personal project that was shot on and off over a couple of years in between other films. It's evident that To is deeply attached to the fast developing Hong Kong that serves as the setting, the shooting of the film acting less as a way for him to tell a story than as a means for him to document and preserve a city as it fades from being the recognisable home he once knew.

A sparrow is both a slang term for a pickpocket and a symbol of bad luck, so it's unsurprising that soon after one flies into and then settles in pickpocket Kei's living room, a series of unfortunate events unfold for him and his friends that make up the criminal gang. They each become seduced by the charms of the same woman, finding themselves inexplicably drawn to her, and ending up with a whole host of injuries, faces bandaged and arms broken. It turns out that she's desperate to escape the clutches of her lover Mr Fu, the head of a rival pickpocket group, and the plot proceeds to a showdown between them. For large patches the film proceeds without dialogue and tends to opt for fun slapstick scenarios, most notably a series of chase scenes, one of which culminates with all parties trapped in a lift, playing hide and seek amongst a bystander carrying a precariously balanced fish tank.

Key to the film's success is the score by Fred Avril and Xavier Jamaux in which they provide a swooning jazzy soundtrack that sustains itself throughout the whole picture. Sparrow contains a nod to Umbrellas of Cherbourg in its final sequence, and it too feels like a musical, not just by virtue of the ever present soundtrack, but also thanks to the insistent rhythms to which the characters shuffle. In the extended final showdown between the two groups, the action is slowed down and edited to make the characters glide across the rain soaked streets in time to the score.

It's very easy to get immersed in To's world thanks to his inventive and highly charming style that tends to successfully smother the paper thin characters and run of the mill plot. Sparrow is a fun and dreamy ride, albeit a forgettable one.