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Free Educational Outdoor Movie Shown in Chicago, Illinois -A Review of "The Future of Food" (2005)

Outdoor Movie Review of Just a couple months ago, a local church in , partnered with a neighborhood organization to feature a free outdoor movie screening of the film “The Future of Food” (2005). The film depicts the growing trend of genetically modified food, and points out the dangers and negative impacts on our bodies, the environment, and the lives of food producers around the world. The outdoor film screening gave the Logan Square Neighborhood the opportunity to come together as a community and learn about this relevant issue, as well as enjoy an educational movie under the stars. The following is a review of the documentary originally published in the San Fransisco Chronicle. You can read the original blog post about the outdoor movie event here.

Food insiders may already know the disturbing facts highlighted by this film, but the general public is in for a shock at how corporations are using misleading campaigns — and scare tactics — to ensure that people around the world become dependent on genetically modified food.

Monsanto and other corporate behemoths are motivated (not surprisingly) by profits, according to farmers, academics and others who talk to documentarian Deborah Koons Garcia. Typical: Canadian farmer Percy Schmeiser was targeted by Monsanto’s lawyers because some of the corporation’s patented seedlings were found on his property. Schmeiser didn’t plant them there; wind blew the insecticide-resistant seeds onto his farm from another farm, or the seeds fell off a passing truck, or birds deposited them there. Monsanto didn’t care, ordering Schmeiser to kill all his family’s seed because they’d potentially been contaminated by its patented product. Schmeiser, whose family cultivated its seeds for more than a generation, fought Monsanto, spending his retirement money against the sort of legal attack that has already scared farmers throughout North America. Incredibly, a judge ruled in favor of Monsanto, but Garcia’s documentary shows how much the U.S. federal government favors these corporations, especially through lax oversight (the Food and Drug Administration and the Department of Agriculture seem to rubber-stamp every corporate project having to do with genetically modified food) and direct support. During the presidency of George H.W. Bush, the White House encouraged U.S. businesses to take the lead on scientifically altered food. In the past 20 years, Monsanto’s alumni have occupied the high reaches of American power. Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas, for example, did legal work for the corporation, while Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld was president of a Monsanto subsidiary.

Outdoor Movie Screening Presented by the Logan Square Neighborhood Association

Outdoor Movie Screening Presented by the Logan Square Neighborhood Association

“The Future of Food” digs out these connections and also raises an issue that many scientists have been hollering about for years: Genetically engineered food may be dangerous to eat and dangerous for the environment. Millions of acres are now being planted with genetically modified corn, cotton, canola and soy beans, despite the fact that questions are still being raised about the health effects of food born from laboratory experiments. Scientifically modified food is helping to crowd out food that has traditionally sustained people, according to “The Future of Food,” which offers a brief history lesson about the dangers of shrinking food sources.

Monsanto will attack Garcia’s documentary as a piece of unbalanced journalism, but “The Future of Food” doesn’t need to put corporate spokespeople on camera to attain credibility. Garcia uses their own public relations video to show how much spin they are doing to convince the general public that their motives are good. One of 2005′s must-see documentaries, “The Future of Food” will motivate many of its audience members to reconsider their eating (and purchasing) habits. Garcia, the widow of Grateful Dead star Jerry Garcia, has taken a complex subject and made it digestible for anyone who cares about what they put into their stomachs.

Documentary. Directed, produced and written by Deborah Koons Garcia. Not rated. 88 minutes.

Source: “The Future of Food” by Jonathan Curiel -the San Fransisco Chronicle. Read full article at: http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2005/09/30/DDGHOEVICB1.DTL#flick3.

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Whistler, Canada: Outdoor Movies Features Indie-Zombie Flick -Review of "Pontypool" (2008)

Outdoor Movie Review of At the 2008 Film Festival, indie films were brought out into the snow for a unique outdoor movie experience. Film Fest is a celebration of great films and the great outdoors, and what better way to celebrate then to combine the two? Even in the cold and snow, the outdoor movie screenings had a record turnout. One of the films featured was the intelligent indie-zombie flick “Pontypool”, which was also acclaimed at the Toronto International Film Festival. The following is a review of “Pontypool” from Row Three- Coverage of TIFF. The audience and critics loved this film for its original spin on the zombie-horror genre and it’s intelligent storytelling. Film Fest’s outdoor movie screening might have enhanced the horror element of the film, but critics agree this film is worth watching no matter what the setting. You can read the original blog post about the open air cinema screening here.

Bruce McDonald’s latest film takes the omnipresent zombie subgenre and turns it on its ear (literally). Yes, ladies and gents, this is the first ‘talk radio’ zombie picture, a film in which so little is actually shown on screen, the viewer is left questioning (for much of the film’s runtime) whether or not the attacks are even real. Violence and intestine pulling gore are replaced with a plethora of science fiction and social ideas which are very much to the picture’s benefit. Like Vincenzo Natali’s single room sci-fi/horror picture Cube, keeping the visuals to a minimum lets the minds eye soar with the strange questions and possibilities raised here. What communication mechanisms cause raving mobs to spontaneously form? What is the difference between hearing and understanding? Is language itself a virus? Can talk radio save the world or is it really the pestilence? That the titular Pontypool (besides being a small Ontario town, is itself an interesting linguistic confection) wears its brains on its sleeve, in no way makes it less of a thriller, or for that matter, a great actor showcase (McHattie tears up the screen). Bruce McDonald and screenwriter Tony Burgess surprisingly inject a lot of playfulness along the way. As genre flicks go, Pontypool is the full package deal.

Still from Pontypool

Still from "Pontypool"

Morning radio personality Grant Mazzy is having a bad month. His career from Toronto radio personality has been diminished to broadcasting small town radio from the basement of a church; a task he makes bearable by thinly veiled sarcasm and small town mockery. His producer wants him to talk about school closings and traffic hick-ups. He wants drama, a controversy. With a three person crew running Pontypool’s “The Beacon,” there is already a fair bit of tension in the room. The level rises significantly when reports start coming in of some sort of mob attacks. The traffic reporter confirms that there is indeed a mob attacking the local psychiatrists office, and there is much blood and murder on the scene. Not your average day in Pontypool. While Grant, more than a bit of an egotist, at first thinks the locals are playing a practical joke, when calls from the BBC start coming in asking for details (they think it is a French separatist terrorist attack), he begins to believe that he is nearly at ground zero of a major story. Determined to keep broadcasting even when the infected come up to the front door, The Beacon is pretty much the radio broadcast that the characters in every other zombie flick tune into for a little it of exposition. But what if the language itself is spreading the disease?

Outdoor Movie Screening of Pontypool at the Whistler Film Festival

Outdoor Movie Screening of "Pontypool" at the Whistler Film Festival

When the camera pans across a random desk in The Beacon’s recording studio, where a copy of Neal Stephenson’s Snow Crash is prominently displayed, that is the clincher. The film is going to bounce a few ideas regarding science and philosophy of communication amongst the zombie apocalypse. A lot of the headier stuff comes from a certain psychiatrist who pops in and out of the radio station, Guerrilla style, not unlike Robert DeNiro in Brazil. Some may see this as a bit of a handicap to the film, but things are as much about babble (note the mangled ‘rural Ontario’ French) as they are about communication. The mumbled pontifications (pontifications? Pontypool?) of Dr. Mendez, probably a fan of the The Leiden School, who believes that languages are a form of benign parasite in the brain (this being a horror picture, what if they weren’t so benign?). Seeing someone start to lose their ability to speak, in the form of a babbling breakdown, is as creepy as losing sight, hearing or going numb, and this is milked quite effectively here. As the film runs its course, the balance of engaging ideas, chills, thrills and even laughs make this one of the more effective genre-mashing films (and it is Canadian no less) to come along in a while. Highly recommended.

**Note: When this movie winds its way into the cinema, be sure to stay until the end credits for a fun non-sequitur credit cookie. Something which I am nearly sure takes place in the Metaverse, Neil Stephenson’s full-immersion virtual reality world.**

Source: Row Three -Coverage of the Toronto International Film Festival. Read full review at: http://www.rowthree.com/tiff/tiff-review-pontypool/.

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Auckland, New Zealand: Outdoor Movie Screening Features New Zealand Original -Review of "No.2" (2006)

Outdoor Movie Review of When brought to Sundance one of the finest films in foreign cinema, New Zealanders celebrated in style. “No.2″ premiered in , New Zealand at a special outdoor movie screening. Filmmakers attended and pre-show entertainment included indigenous dancers. The Open Air Cinema proved to be a perfect setting for the film set in their homeland. The following is Variety’s review of “No.2″, which won the dramatic World Cinema prize at Sundance. You can read the original blog post about the outdoor cinema event here.

New Zealand playwright Toa Fraser makes a smooth transition to the screen directing “No. 2,” an adaptation of his 2000 stage work. This warmly observed drama about a Fijian-Kiwi matriarch gathering her discordant clan around one last fete is formulaic at its core: One can guess grandma’s fate from the start, but only after, all wounds have been healed and every narrative string tied. Still, assured handling and an appealing cast make this a deserving crowd-pleaser (it won the dramatic World Cinema audience award at Sundance) that should find friendly theatrical and tube berth in numerous terrains. Title, however — which in the U.S. is scatalogical slang may have to go.

Still from No.2

Still from "No.2"

Ruby Dee (the sole imported Yank thesp) plays octogenarian Nana Maria, whose ramshackle longtime house is perched on Auckland’s Mt. Raskil. Widowed, she now shares the abode with two adult grandchildren — heavy-drinking but loyal Erasmus (Rene Naufahu) and quietly soulful single mother Charlene (Mia Blake) — and Charlene’s young son. One night Nana wakes up, then wakes everybody else up, demanding they orchestrate a “great feast” for the family that very day.

It’s a daunting request, given various factions aren’t speaking to each other and Nana’s own two sons are the most bitterly divided of all — from each other and from her.

Yuppiefied grandson Tyson (Xavier Horan), her particular favorite, has distanced himself from the family as a whole. He happens to be visiting the area, but declines attending until the Danish girlfriend he’s brought — (Tuba Novotny) — persuades him to stop by. Surprising everyone, Nana treats this white stranger as an honored guest, though she’d previously insisted “no outsiders” and only grandkids (“not my kids, they’re useless”) be allowed to attend.

Among other imperious decrees, she orders a pig be roasted in traditional style — though no one wants to kill the cute live one delivered — and that the old, massive, view-blocking trees in the backyard be chopped down forthwith. Adding more tension to her beleaguered grandchildren’s day is the announcement that at the party’s climax Nana will reveal her successor, who will presumably inherit the house.

Outdoor Movie Screening of No.2 in Auckland, New Zealand

Outdoor Movie Screening of "No.2" in Auckland, New Zealand

News of the surprise celebration spreads to other relations, including the children with whom Nana has severed communication, sons Percy (Pio Terei) and John (Nathaniel Lees), along with the latter’s spouse Auntie Cat (Tanea Heke). The snobby brothers loathe each other, yet they can’t resist the pull of discovering just what Nana is up to.

Natch, the long day’s crises, spats and revelations mellow by sunset. Despite the relatively brief running time and large character roll, Fraser is able to make this evolution seem relatively natural and emotionally satisfying. Adding a layer of emotional insight are brief flashbacks to Nana’s youth on Fiji, where her noble family lived a charmed existence sorely missed once a philandering hubby moved them to New Zealand after WWII.

Dee’s aristocratic air and commanding theatricality are put to fine use, while she also limns Nana’s physical frailty and a possible streak of senility. The twenty- to thirtysomething grandkids are played by a sensationally attractive lot who subtly convey the mixed emotions and painful parental histories Fraser wisely refrains from spelling out too bluntly.

Affectionate care has been put into all the film’s visual aspects; though the majority of the pic was shot in 16mm (with exterior night scenes in 35mm), the 35mm print looks fine. Don McGlashan contributes a lovely original score, though use of pre-existing music is occasionally heavy-handed.

Source: “No.2″ by Dennis Havey -Variety. Read full article at: http://www.variety.com/index.asp?layout=features2006&content=jump&jump=review&head=berlin&nav=RBerlin&articleid=VE1117929437&cs=1&p=0.

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Winter Park, Florida: Outdoor Movie Event Features Israeli/Palestinian Conflict Documentary -A Review of "Encounter Point" (2006)

Outdoor Movie Review of In November 2008, Rollins College presented an outdoor movie event featuring a documentary about the Israeli/Palestinian conflict. Many students turned out to watch “Encounter Point” on an inflatable screen, and stayed afterward for discussion and food. Audience members reported enjoying the film very much as it was an accurate, though surprisingly optimistic depiction of the situation in the Middle East. While there have been many documentaries on said conflict, few have revealed the growing non-violent conflict-resolution movement between Israelis and Palestinians. The following is Magazine’s review of “Encounter Point”. You can read the original blog post about the outdoor movie event here.

Ronit Avni and Julia Bacha’s Encounter Point feels like another one of those good-for-you documentaries about the evergreen issue of Israelis and Palestinians trying to live together in peace. We’ve seen this subject matter tackled before—in a couple of cases, as with the Oscar-nominated 2001 documentary Promises, quite powerfully—and one wonders what Avni and Bacha will bring to the story that’s new. At first, not all that much: Encounter Point depicts a number of unlikely individuals on both sides who have decided to help build grassroots, non-violent dialogue. Most of the people involved are victims as well—many are parents who lost children to terrorists or soldiers, one is a former Intifada zealot who spent four years in prison and lost a brother to violence, and so on. Avni and Bacha dutifully film these individuals as they go about their journeys, joining silent protests, attending conferences, arguing with their fellow countrymen, etc. The filmmaking here isn’t exactly revolutionary—much of it is dry, episodic, and undistinguished. But as I watched Encounter Point, I began to sense it working on me in quite a different way. Most documentaries covering the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, even the ones about the peacemakers, are cries of despair, but there’s something extraordinarily upbeat about this film.

Outdoor Movie Screening of Encounter Point at Rollins College

Outdoor Movie Screening of "Encounter Point" at Rollins College

The idea behind Encounter Point—and it’s a new, bracing one—isn’t that these people are iconoclasts and heroes who have broken the mold, but that they are part of a growing movement of non-violence, that there are thousands like them. It may not break any new aesthetic ground, but Encounter Point might just be the most optimistic film about this conflict you’ll ever see.

Source: “Encounter Point” by Bilge Ebiri, New York Magazine. Read full review at: http://nymag.com/movies/listings/rv_54084.htm.

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Review of "The Edge of Heaven" (2008) -Outdoor Movie Screening at Helga's Film Festival in Australia

Outdoor Movie Review of This past November, as ’s summer months started heating up, Helga’s Free European Film Festival began, showing outdoor movies in , , and Melborne, Australia. The films were shown on an inflatable movie screen that traveled between the three cities. The free outdoor films were a popular way to spend the warm summer nights, and the art-house films drew cinema-lovers to watch indie movies under the stars. One of these films was “The Edge of Heaven”, a Germany, Turkish, and Italian film. The following is a review of “The Edge of Heaven” by James Berardinelli of ReelViews. You can read the original blog post about the outdoor movie event here.

The Edge of Heaven, a film that switches back and forth between Germany and , is a drama about redemption that structurally echoes films like Babel and is a thematic cousin to some of Kieslowski’s more penetrating motion pictures. Evenly divided into three sections, The Edge of Heaven explores topics as varied as the tensions that accompany multiculturalism and globalization to the simpler human drama of how individuals cope with losses for which they bear a portion of the responsibility. Writer/director Fatih Akin takes these concepts and, by focusing on believable characters and not making the storyline too convoluted, weaves a compelling tale. Although the strands do not knit together at the end as many viewers will anticipate, this allows for a less artificial feel than if the final scenes had resulted in a tidy package.

The film opens in Germany, where an aging, Turkish-born widower, Ali (Runcel Kurtiz), visits a prostitute, Yeter (Nusel Köse). After a few sessions, he becomes smitten with her and makes an offer: if she will come live with him, he will pay her a salary equal to what she makes as a hooker. After she is harassed by Muslim hoodlums to “repent,” she agrees to Ali’s deal. He is thrilled to have a willing housekeeper and bedmate, but his son, Nejat (Baki Davrak), isn’t sure about Yeter. However, after Ali has passed out drunk and Yeter and Nejat have a heart-to-heart, Nejat warms to her. But tragedy looms ahead, as is foreshadowed by the title chapter that appears on screen before this segment.

Outdoor Movies at Helga's Film Festival in AustraliaMeanwhile, in Istanbul, Yeter’s daughter, Ayten (Nurgül Yesilçy), is being hunted by the police for her involvement in anti-government activities. For those like her, who oppose government crackdowns on personal freedoms and are against Turkey joining the E.U., she is a “freedom fighter.” For those opposing her point-of-view, she is a “terrorist.” She flees to Germany in search of her mother. There, she befriends a student, Lotte (Patrycia Ziolkowska), and the two become lovers against the wishes of Lotte’s mother, Susanne (Hanna Schygulla). When Ayten is caught by police during a routine traffic stop and deported to Turkey, Lotte follows.

Perhaps unnecessarily, the movie not only criss-crosses between the two countries, but it also slides back and forth in time, with occasional flash-forwards (either that, or most of the movie is told in flashback). It takes a while before the film’s chronology loses its ambiguity. In addition, director Akin has broken the story into three titled chapters, the first two of which have revealing names. This is an example of a movie providing its own spoilers; however, it lends a sense of inevitable doom to the proceedings. When you know a character is going to die, you watch for clues about how the death will happen.

One of the themes addressed by the film relates to the growing tension across Europe that accompanies the rise of multiculturalism. Never a homogenous country, Germany, like all the other members of the E.U., has seen a radical change in its population demographics as a result of immigration. Certainly, religion is at the core of some of the unease inherent in this situation; Muslims have not been regarded the same since 9/11 in the West, and there are those who do not differentiate between fundamentalists and the followers of a more peaceful Islam.

At the heart of The Edge of Heaven are the timeless concepts of redemption and repentance – ideas that have formed the backbone of numerous powerful motion pictures. Nearly every character in The Edge of Heaven has something to atone for. Some succeed in achieving redemption; others do not (at least during the running course of the movie). When the end credits have rolled with several strands of the plot left unfulfilled, one must ponder whether success at repentance is more important than the attempt or whether, as the saying goes, “it’s the thought that counts.”

The Edge of Heaven is marked by a number of remarkable performances. Nurgül Yesilçy exhibits a volcanic ferocity as Ayten. We may not agree with her politics, but it’s impossible to deny this character’s passion and belief in her cause. Events shake her to the very core, and Yesilçy provides us with a credible transformation. Baki Davrak, whose character of Nejat is in many ways the hinge around which the plot turns, provides an understated portrayal that suits this undemonstrative university professor. Hannah Schygulla, one of Europe’s sexiest stars in the ’70s, may no longer have her youth, but she still has her talent.

Akin’s movie is the kind of film that appeared frequently in U.S. art houses during the early 1990s, but which has become increasingly difficult to find in recent years as distributors have pulled back from foreign and true indie offerings. Whether intentional or not, there’s a shadow of Kieslowski (especially of his Three Colors trilogy) in the way The Edge of Heaven interweaves multiple points-of-view and coincidence. Perhaps most refreshing of all – even more welcome than a story that can boast substance over style – is the film’s sense of unpredictability. Finally, a movie in which the viewer can’t guess what’s coming next (even though some of the details are revealed by the chapter titles). That sense of revelation alone makes The Edge of Heaven’s two hours pass with uncommon quickness.

Source: “Edge of Heaven, The; A movie review by James Berardinelli” -ReelViews. Read full review at: http://www.reelviews.net/php_review_template.php?identifier=1259.

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Jakarta, Indonesia: Review of "Persepolis" (2007) at the Outdoor Movie Screening of the Jakarta International Film Festival

Outdoor Movie Review of Last year’s JiFF, or International Film Festival, proved to be a fantastic cinematic experience for filmmakers and film-enthusiasts alike. The festival featured the best of international and Indonesian cinema, but added the unique element of the open air cinema. Festival-goers enjoyed outdoor movies under the stars. The festival strives to promote major Hollywood films as well as indie features and Indonesian originals. All the films featured at JiFF are emotionally thoughtful and visually stimulating. The indie film “Persepolis” was a perfect fit for the outdoor film festival with its references to the Iranian cultural experience and its unique visual storytelling. Festival-goers agreed that the outdoor cinema experience was the perfect way to enjoy these quality films at the International Film Festival. The following is CNN’s review of “Persepolis”. You can read the original blog post about the outdoor movie screening here.

Pop culture’s extraordinary ability to speak across borders underpins “Persepolis,” an exuberant autobiographical film and dark-horse contender for an animated feature Oscar.

It would be a worthy winner, too. Not that this hand-drawn French production’s simple black-on-white graphics approach the depth of Pixar’s “Ratatouille,” but the quest for photorealism is not the only game in town.

Co-directed by Marjane Satrapi and Vincent Paronnaud, based on Satrapi’s graphic novels, “Persepolis” has some of the blithe, spindly finesse of a New Yorker cartoon, but a cartoon that at any given moment threatens to descend into inky expressionist gloom.

Satrapi has acknowledged the influence of Art Spiegelman’s “Maus” on her work, and just as “Maus” marked a shift in the pedigree of the graphic novel –”comic book” was no longer a sufficient term when the Holocaust was the topic — “Persepolis” is an animated film aimed at a sophisticated adult audience. Unless you count Richard Linklater’s Rotoscoped “A Scanner Darkly” and “Waking Life,” it’s hard to think of a recent American equivalent.

Outdoor Movies Review of The narrative takes the form of Disney’s old standby, the coming-of-age story, but in a context that’s alien to most of us.

In 1979 Marjane is a 9-year-old Bruce Lee nut in Tehran. The fall of the shah is cause for celebration in the Satrapi household: Marjane’s family of cosmopolitan Marxists has suffered imprisonment and intimidation under his rule. The revolution is a time of hope and opportunity.

But it doesn’t last. Religious fundamentalists take control, Marjane and her friends are forced to wear the veil and social freedoms are curtailed. Worse is to come when Iran goes to war with Iraq.

As the 1970s feminist slogan had it, “the personal is political,” and in a theocracy the political is also inescapably personal.

The film folds a pocket history of Persia into Marjane’s sentimental education, but in many ways the small domestic details are the most telling. Consider that a routine police check sends the whole family into panicky emergency mode in case their illicit booze is discovered.

Outspoken and rebellious, the teenage Marjane goes through a punk phase and buys contraband Michael Jackson cassettes on the black market. She has to talk fast when she’s accosted on the street by hard-liners, two women whose billowing chadors make them look like wraiths.

The gaping disconnect between life in the public and the private spheres is your basic teenage endurance course, but here the stakes are ratcheted up.

Yet the film never succumbs to the melodramatic impulse that destroys a broadly similar saga in “The Kite Runner.” Satrapi keeps her story moving briskly, and even moments of extreme danger are leavened with self-mockery and satire.

When it comes to that deceptively simple but very important job of putting a familiar face on a stranger, “Persepolis” — which refers to the ancient capital of the Persian Empire before it was destroyed by Alexander the Great — may achieve more than any of this season’s soul-searching Iraq war movies.

As it goes on, this becomes a story about conformity and individualism, and it’s worth noting that Marjane is both more readily recognizable — and more of an individualist — than a lip-service rebel like “Juno’s” Juno MacGuff.

Marjane’s relationship with her wise and wicked grandmother, voiced by Danielle Darrieux, is a glowing testament to an indomitable female spirit. When Chiara Mastroianni, as the older Marjane, breaks into a croaky English karaoke rendition of Survivor’s “Eye of the Tiger,” it’s hard to suppress a cheer.

Which is generally the way “Persepolis” makes you feel as you leave the theater.

Source: “‘Persepolis’ is glorious” by Tom Charity -CNN. Read full review at: http://www.cnn.com/2008/SHOWBIZ/Movies/01/11/review.persepolis/index.html

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Mallorca, Spain: Outdoor Film Festival Features Sundance-Winner -A Reveiw of "Brick" (2006)

Outdoor Movie Review of Just a few months ago, an outdoor movie film festival premiered at Palma, in , . The Casal Solleric, a stunning baroque palace built in the 18th century, was transformed into an open air cinema. The outdoor films featured selections from all over the world, especially those that did not make it into the Spanish multi-plexes. The American indie “Brick”, a Sundance favorite, was one of those included. The film follows a classic film noir pattern yet placed in the unsuspecting backdrop of a modern high-school, making for a most unusual combination. The following is a review of “Brick” from Film Journal International. You can read about the outdoor movie event in Mallorca in our original blog post here.

It’s not hard to understand why Brick grabbed the Sundance Special Jury Prize for Originality of Vision. In his riveting first feature (six years in assembling), Rian Johnson has wittily transplanted a hard-boiled noir mystery into fresh territory: a modern-day Southern California neighborhood and high school. This conceit could have been simply a one-joke gimmick. Instead, Brick, shot in color in San Clemente, California, and anchored by hot Joseph Gordon-Levitt, is an innovative ride that carries the viewer into a world familiar from genre films and the novels of Dashiell Hammett, yet quite unlike anything we’ve seen before.

The set-up revolves around a quest. Brendan Frye (Gordon-Levitt), a tough loner who knows all the angles, receives a plea for help from old girlfriend Emily (Emilie de Ravin). Shortly after, she vanishes. Brendan, who still has feelings for the troubled Em, is determined to discover her fate. He’s aided in his search by The Brain (Matt O’Leary), a geek with Coke-bottle glasses, who dispenses cryptic clues while hunkered down on the pavement against a school wall. Eventually Brendan-fearless even when confronting drug-fueled bruisers-penetrates the inner circle of The Pin (Lukas Haas), a club-footed dude with a swan-headed cane, who’s in heroin instead of college. (Amusingly, The Pin operates out of a cheesy tract house, where his mom serves the guys fruit and cookies when they emerge from the basement.) Brendan uncovers some dark truths about Emily, and closes in on her assailant.

Open Air Cinema at the Casal Solleric

Open Air Cinema at the Casal Solleric

The film’s early moments, before you get with the program, verge dangerously on ludicrous: When do these kids study calculus? Plus the dialogue might as well be Greek-the press notes include a glossary; subtitles would be preferable. The convoluted plot, peppered with time shifts and double-crosses, is hard to follow. (Syriana, anyone?) Recent filmmakers seem to think it’s cool to present stories resembling codes that the viewer must crack, maybe in emulation of Christopher Nolan’s Memento.

That said, Brick brilliantly succeeds on its own weird terms. Much of the credit belongs to Gordon-Levitt’s myopic gumshoe, who walks with a neo-Jimmy Cagney gait, and uncorks the lingo without ever breaking faith with the material (“What are you doing here?” Brendan: “Leaving.”). Nora Zehetner as the femme fatale is silkily dangerous, and de Ravin a haunting little girl lost. Taking visual cues from Chinatown, gifted DP Steve Yedlin favors shots from below, and stark under-populated exteriors that convey menace even in California sunshine. The score, seemingly culled from a thousand noir thrillers, creates a broken-down junkyard sound to echo off Rian’s characters. Along with its novelty, Brick works as a stunning ensemble piece, all its elements in sync. Here’s a case where a long gestation paid off handsomely. But maybe Gordon-Levitt, with his noir cred in place, should try a romantic comedy next.

Source: “Brick” by Erica Abeel -Film Journal International. Read the full review at: http://www.filmjournal.com/filmjournal/reviews/article_display.jsp?vnu_content_id=1002157001.

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Ventura, California: Review of the film "La Misma Luna", at the Outdoor Movie Series in Ventura, California

Review of In the fall of 2008, the City of in hosted an outdoor movie series in Ventura’s beautiful parks. One of these outdoor films was “La Misma Luna” (or, “Under the Same Moon”), shown in Spanish with English subtitles. After a standing ovation at the Sundance Film Festival, this film has gone on to become popular in the indie/foreign film circuit. The following is a review of “La Misma Luna” by James Berardinelli of ReelViews. You can read the original blog post about the outdoor movie event in Ventura here.

It would be easy to get hung up on the illegal immigration issue when discussing Under the Same Moon. Indeed, the filmmakers don’t make a secret of their feelings about it; they believe the current policy to be repressive and biased. However, there’s more to this movie than that, and dwelling on the subject makes it possible for the viewer to lose sight of the film’s successful aspect: the effort of a mother and son to be reunited. When all is said and done, that’s what Under the Same Moon is about – the love of a woman for her child and the need for that child to search for his mother. There’s a universality to this theme – one that crosses borders and trumps positions. As the movie develops, political issues fade into the background as the story focuses on the familial bond and the courage of the nine-year old boy in undertaking a journey that many adults would find daunting.

Under the Same Moon is about the separation of a boy, Carlitos (Adrian Alonso), from his mother, Rosario (Kate del Castillo). Four years ago, she stole across the border into California to earn enough money to forge a better life for her son. She misses him desperately and constantly thinks of returning to Mexico. Every Sunday at 10 am without fail, she calls him from the same pay phone. Carlitos, who lives with his grandmother, carries the burden that he has been abandoned. His father never wanted him and he has not seen his mother in a long time. Then his grandmother dies and he makes the fateful decision to travel to Los Angeles to find Rosario.

Under the Same Moon tells parallel stories over a one-week period. Rosario’s internal struggles reach a pinnacle and she must decide which is the lesser of two evils: return home to be with her son or marry the considerate and doting Paco (Gabriel Porras) and gain the legal status that would allow her to bring Carlitos to America. Meanwhile, her son has embarked upon a road trip in which he meets a variety of people, some kind, some not-so-kind. He eventually pairs up with the dour Enrique (Engenio Derbez) and the story turns into a form of a buddy movie. Meanwhile, every night, Carlitos gazes at the nearly full moon and recalls something Rosario told him: when he’s lonely, look up and know that she is looking at the same moon and thinking of him.

Outdoor Movies in Ventura, CaliforniaSome might think it disingenuous to disregard the movie’s perspective about illegal immigration, as if this element should overrule everything else. I would argue, however, that one need not agree with the position taken by director Patricia Riggen and screenwriter Ligiah Villalobos to be moved by the human story their film tells. It’s not possible to review the film without addressing the subject on some level but it is possible to enjoy the movie even if one’s position is in opposition.

Under the Same Moon builds momentum with every passing minute. The first half-hour moves slowly as viewers grope to connect with the characters and understand their situations but, as they become more familiar, events take on a greater immediacy. The film’s appeal is primarily emotional; it doesn’t pass all the intellectual tests. This makes sense because the goal of Under the Same Moon is not to provide a detailed primer on the life of an illegal immigrant but to afford an understanding of the longing and sense of loss that results from the prolonged separation endured by Rosario and Carlitos. They are both sympathetic characters; viewers yearn for their reunion.

The most emotionally potent scene occurs in Tucson when circumstances force Carlitos to take stock of his life and circumstances. Up to this point, the narrative is a patchwork of well connected clichés. It’s in this moment that the filmmakers find their voice, the characters gain depth, and the movie begins to achieve what it’s striving for. The strong final third counterbalances the weaknesses of the first half. I prefer films that build to something worthwhile rather than collapse short of the finish line. Under the Same Moon accomplishes the former, providing viewers with a testimonial of the enduring strength of the love between mothers and sons.

Source: “Under the Same Moon” by James Berardinelli -ReelViews. Read the full article at: http://www.reelviews.net/php_review_template.php?identifier=665.

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Jakarta, Indonesia: Outdoor Cinemas Feature Blockbuster Indonesian Film- A Review of "Laskar Pelangi"

Review of In the fall of 2008, “Laskar Pelangi”, or “Rainbow Warriors” hit the theaters of and quickly soared to the top of popular films in . The film was soon shown all over the country, including several outdoor cinemas to cater to the poorer villages of the nation. The native-made film was popular with audiences and critics alike, and was acclaimed as a heart-wrenching yet uplifting account of the plight of Indonesian children. The following is a review of the Indonesian film from the Post. You can read the original blog post about the outdoor movie event here.

Among five local films released in fall of 2008 that caught spend-happy audiences of the holiday season, only one was preceded by a massive buzz which helped it to skyrocket past its competition to a much deserved position of relative commercial and critical success.

Laskar Pelangi (Rainbow Soldiers) opened at approximately 25 screens in cinemas around Jakarta, many of which were full houses. This success prompted cinemas to allocate additional screens the following day, almost doubling the film’s initial coverage.

Coupled with the fact that critics from various publications had clamored to lavish praise on it (present company included), the film may well have a good shot at outdoing Ayat Ayat Cinta (Verses of Love)’s box office success earlier that year.

Laskar is a film adaptation of Andrea Hirata’s literary phenomenon that first appeared on shelves in 2004 and quickly became the highest selling local novel of all time.

With eager anticipation from the book’s gargantuan fan base, as well as a roster of A-listers and veteran actors attached to the project, the film was pretty much a guaranteed hit right from the start.

Set in the Sumatran island of Belitong, the film opens with the adult Ikal (played by Lukman Sardi) returning to his birthplace after a number of years away. From there it flashes back his first day at school, with two teachers — Bu Muslimah (Cut Mini) and Pak Harfan (Ikranagara) — who have been eagerly waiting for students to enroll at their decrepit Muhammadiyah primary school.

Since the district school board had already declared that their little school must close because it didn’t meet the ten-student minimum, this particular day is obviously a nervous affair for both teachers.

Fortunately, ten students (mostly children of poor laborers) do sign up, forming a little enclave of first-graders christened with a titular moniker by Bu Muslimah.

Five years pass, and the majority of the film takes place in the student’s fateful fifth grade, chronicling the ups and downs of the Rainbow Soldiers through the eyes of young Ikal (Zulfani), the bright son of a clerk (Mathias Muchus) in the local lead mine.

Besides Ikal, the eclectic group comprises an assortment of characters — mainly Lintang (Ferdian), a fisherman’s son who turns out to be a mathematical genius and Mahar (Verrys Yamarno), a musically obsessed dreamer who is never without a radio by his side.

Supporting characters include among others Harun who is an intellectually challenged boy; Akiong, a cheerful lad of Chinese descent; Sahara, the token girl; and Kucai, the mischievous and petite-sized class monitor.

The crucial move director Riri Riza and producer Mira Lesmana made right was their decision to cast local Belitong children without prior acting experience in the main roles.

After all, both Riri and Mira are known for discovering new talent who go on to A-list stardom (for example Rachel Maryam in Eliana Eliana, the main role in Ada Apa Dengan Cinta/ What’s Up With Love).

While several members of the young cast are noticeably awkward in acting roles (they’re wisely kept off center stage), Zulfani and Ferdian gave impressively natural performances as the two leads, possessing a purer brand of innocence that sets them apart from more experienced big-city child actors commonly found in local TV serials.

Zulfani’s Ikal has a lovable myriad facial expressions that are mirrored in audiences’ reactions to the story.

When he experiences the sheer joy of his first love with a local Chinese girl, viewers smile joyously with him. And in the one moment in the movie that he weeps, his tearful face and the guttural cry that comes with it are so heart-wrenching, there is nary a dry eye in the house.

At the emotional core of the film lies the character of Lintang.

From the first moment he appears on screen as a scrawny boy of barely six years old who rides a bicycle for miles just to attend class, through to the ironic twist of fate life deals him in the third act, he is the poorest of the poor, and the one audiences’ hearts go for. In the enrollment scene, for example, even among a roomful of unfortunate people, he is the only one with neither an accompanying parent or shoes. One can almost read the dogged determination to survive that’s permanently etched into his face.

Veteran actor Ikranagara, of the 80s classic Kejarlah Daku Kau Kutangkap (Chase Me And I’ll Catch You) gave a commendable performance as Pak Harfan, clearly portraying his character’s altruism and generosity of spirit.

The only minor flaw in casting lay in picking Cut Mini for the central role of Bu Muslimah. She gave a rather stiff performance that somehow failed to do justice to a wonderfully written character, despite great chemistry with her young co-stars.

Speaking of wonderful writing, the script admittedly takes a few liberties with the novel, adding a couple of teacher characters to the film that don’t appear in the novel.

However, this addition rightfully adds further depth to the character of Bu Muslimah, highlighting her inner turmoil in devoting her life to her students. Even author Andrea Hirata has been quoted as saying that his beloved story was made all the better with these changes.

In addition to co-writing the script with Mira and Ayat Ayat Cinta scribe Salman Aristo, director Riri Riza managed to retain the humor and pathos of Hirata’s book, painting the film with sweeping, epic camera strokes that perfectly capture the gorgeous Belitong location.

Riza also manages to sneak in a little visual homage to other films, from well-known blockbusters Gladiator and The Shawshank Redemption, to the more obscure Last Life in the Universe.

Kudos is also due for the real-life couple Aksan and Titi Sjuman for dynamically scoring the film with an eclectic mix of instruments that successfully captures the ephemeral spirit of childhood.

Although it drags a little in the second act, Laskar bounces back to deliver the goods in its third.

Following a climactic scene involving an interschool competition, the final fifteen minutes packs an emotional wallop worthy of ten handkerchiefs, and perhaps even more remarkable is that it does so with minimal on-screen tears.

Add Nidji’s bittersweet theme song to wrap up the film, and there it is: one of the most affecting and poignant endings ever committed to Indonesian celluloid.

In a country where critical acclaim rarely equals a commercial hit, Laskar offers a glimmer of hope to the quality of the local movie industry.

It’s heartening to note that for once, instead of watching one of the excruciatingly bad run-of-the-mill flicks that have littered our screens of late, the masses are actually rushing to watch a truly good local film — and one that makes audiences’ hearts soar on their way out of the theater.

Source: “Literary hit arrives on silver screen to much acclaim” by Iskandar Liem -The Jakarta Post. Read full article at: http://www.thejakartapost.com/news/2008/10/05/literary-hit-arrives-silver-screen-much-acclaim.html.

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Review of "Un Giorno Perfetto" (2008) at the Outdoor Movie Screening in Antalya, Turkey

Review of The Golden Orange Film Festival in , , is one of the premier film events of the nation. In 2008 it featured outdoor movie screenings of some of its finest selections, including “Un Giorno Perfetto” (A Perfect Day). Though critics give the film mixed reviews, “Un Giorno Perfetto” was the star of the Golden Orange Film Festival’s outdoor film screenings because of its Turkish director. The indie film is a tribute to the growing talent in ’s own film industry. The following is a review of “Un Giorno Perfetto” by Elliott Stein of The Village Voice. You can read the original blog post about ’s outdoor movie event here.Outdoor Movies at the Golden Orange Film Festival

Ozpetek’s latest, A Perfect Day (2008), marks the first time the director has brought to the screen a story not written by him (and Gianni Romoli, his frequent collaborator), but one based on a pre-existing text (a bestselling novel by Melania Mazzucco). The main plot is a grim tale of domestic violence, an impeccably acted, intelligent drama (with a mesmerizing stint by Valerio Mastandrea as a nutcase, wife-stalking cop). But the pic gets stalled by a clump of badly integrated secondary characters and is burdened with an overemphatic musical score. The delicious Yilmaz turns up in a brief cameo near the end. Now, if only Ozpetek would cook up a starring vehicle for this treasure.

Source: The Village Voice -http://www.villagevoice.com/2008-12-03/film/facing-ferzan-ozpetek-at-moma/.

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Outdoor Movies at the Bridal Veil Film Festival: A Review of "War Dance"

Review of In September of 2008, the Bridal Veil Film Festival in , , brought international cinema into the outdoors. The outdoor movie festival featured visually stunning films from all over the world, including the critically acclaimed “War Dance”, from the war-torn nation of Uganda. “War Dance” was an especially important feature of the outdoor film festival, as the proceeds from the festival were donated to the Rwanda Cinema Center, an organization that works toward giving Africans the tools to tell their own stories with film. “War Dance” is one of the few films accurately depicting the plight of civilians in the war zones of East Africa, yet also manages to achieve an artistry in its cinematic storytelling. The following is a review of “War Dance” by Philip Marchand, of the Toronto Star. You can read the original blog post about the outdoor movie event here.

“Our home was so beautiful, so nice to look at,” the girl named Nancy tells the audience in a mournful voice. As if to corroborate her words, the camera shows us the paradisiacal landscape of northern Uganda where Nancy grew up, with its green savannah and luxuriant, graceful trees under a yellow sky.

Rebel soldiers from a band called the Lord’s Resistance Army invaded that landscape not long ago in search of children to abduct. They hacked Nancy’s father with machetes and then made her mother pick up the pieces and bury them.

“There was thunder and lightning and then pitch black,” Nancy continues, in her relation of that terrible event, and again the movie echoes her words, filling the screen with thunder and lightning and obliterating darkness.

Outdoor Movies at the Bridal Veil Film FestivalBut there’s more light than dark in this documentary, which records the efforts of children, living in the northern Uganda refugee camp of Patongo, to participate in their country’s National Music Competition. The focus is on three of these children – Nancy, 14, Rose, 13, and Dominic, 14. Rose lost both her parents in this 20-year-old civil war. Dominic was abducted by the army and forced to kill two farmers by smashing their heads with a hoe.

They are heartbreaking figures. Rose labours under the harsh care of her aunt, who does not want her to be in the competition because it will take time away from her endless chores. Dominic is haunted by guilt over the murders he committed.

Music is their salvation. “I love the xylophone,” says Dominic, who summons joy with his makeshift, wooden instrument. “It helps me forget the bad things that happened to me in the past.”

The story of their competition is so much the stuff of an inspirational Hollywood movie that the restraint of the directors, who make sensitive and sparing use of background music and a measured pace, the camera focusing on the faces of the children and the adults who teach them.

Every filmed encounter is an invitation to contemplate human emotion – the bitter sigh, and the slightly dazed look of Nancy’s mother after she tells her daughter that she must accept her father’s death; the subdued voice and posture of Dominic as he politely asks a captured member of the resistance army why he and his fellow soldiers abducted children.

“When you have more children, you have more power,” the prisoner replies, as if describing a sad necessity of this life.

“The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places,” Hemingway wrote in A Farewell to Arms. That statement might stand as the summation of this documentary, which celebrates the strength of winsome, broken children.

Source: “‘War/Dance’: Robbed of childhood” by Philip Marchand, Toronto Star. Read full review at: http://www.thestar.com/entertainment/Movies/article/305834.

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Outdoor Film Review of "The Namesake" Screened At the Queens Museum of Art

Outdoor Film Review of In August of 2008, “The Namesake” was featured in an outdoor film screening presented by the Queens Museum of Art. As an example of flawless storytelling and vivid imagery, “The Namesake” was a perfect cinematic event to accompany the museum’s permanent collection. The following is Roger Ebert’s review of this beautiful film. Read about the outdoor cinema event in our original blog post here.

“The Namesake” is Mira Nair’s ninth feature, and I suspect the one closest to her heart. It tells the story of a young couple who have an arranged marriage in Calcutta and move to , where they discover each other and their new country, and have two children. Then the story shifts to center on their son, while keeping them in the picture. Nair, born in India, educated at Harvard, married to a Ugandan, must have felt a resonance on every page of her source, the beloved novel by Jhumpa Lahiri.

The first meeting of the young woman Ashima (Tabu) and her proposed husband Ashoke (Irrfan Khan) is filmed with subtle charm. Her prospective mother-in-law warns her that life will be hard in New York, far from home friends, family, all she knows. “Won’t he be there?” she asks shyly, and the solemn Ashoke smiles, and their future is sealed. Her new husband is an aspiring architect, earning enough at first to afford only a low-rent flat in a marginal neighborhood, but America has its consolations: “In this country, the gas is on 24 hours a day!” he tells her.

Nair tenderly handles their first days of warily walking and talking around each other, and tentatively making love. It goes easier than it might have, because this is a marriage that was arranged between the right two people, and their respect and regard (and eventually deep love) only grow.

Along comes a son, Gogol (Kal Penn), and a daughter, Sonia (Sahira Nair, the director’s niece). Much is made of how Gogol got his name, which is not Indian or American but inspired by his father’s favorite author; as an adolescent the boy comes to hate it, and changes his name to Nikolai (or “Nicky”), Gogol’s own first name. But there is a reason for “Gogol,” and it has much importance for his father, who often mentions Gogol’s short story, “The Overcoat.” In that story, interestingly, the hero has a laughable name, which Gogol explains “happened quite as a case of necessity… it was utterly impossible to give him any other name.” How the American boy got his name becomes the stuff of family legend.

The movie concerns itself largely with being Indian and American at the same time. With making close ties with other Indian immigrants, sprinkling curry powder on the Rice Krispies, moving to a split-level suburban house, sending the children to college. Gogol, or Nicki, acquires a white girlfriend named Maxine (Jacinda Barrett), who apparently truly loves him but says the wrong things during a period of family mourning, so that Gogol shuts her out. Then he marries a Bengali girl named Moushumi (Zuleikha Robinson), who has grown much more sophisticated since he first met her years ago during negotiations between their parents. His sister daughter marries a nice white boy named Ben. “Times are changing,” Ashima philosophizes.

The culture gap is demonstrated when Gogol brings Maxine home to meet his parents, and warns her: “No kissing. No touching.” He has never even seen his own parents touch. But Maxine impulsively kisses his parents on their cheeks, and the earth does not move. They would prefer him to marry “a nice Bengali girl who makes somosas every Thursday,” as Moushumi describes herself, but the film reveals that the children of the second generation do not always follow the scripts of their parents.

The movie covers some 25 or 30 years, so it is episodic by nature. What holds it together are the subtle loving performances by Tabu and Khan, both Bollywoood stars. They never overplay, never spell out what can be said in a glance or a shrug, communicate great passion very quietly. As Gogol, Kal Penn is not a million miles removed from the character he played in “Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle,” although he is a lot smarter. He is an angel until about 13, and then his parents, heaven help them, find they have given birth to an American teenager.

“The Namesake” tells a story that is the story of all immigrant groups in America: Parents of great daring arriving with dreams, children growing up in a way that makes them almost strangers, the old culture merging with the new. It has been said that all modern Russian literature came out of Gogol’s “Overcoat.” In the same way, all of us came out of the overcoat of this same immigrant experience.

Source: Robert Ebert. Read full review here: http://rogerebert.suntimes.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20071206/REVIEWS/71207001

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Crawford (2008)

Crawford“Focuses not on stereotypes but on human beings, who are a lot more complicated than red-and-blue, and the way political strategies touch their lives.”

I’ve seen a lot of documentaries in the past few years about the decline of small towns and rural areas, how the population has dwindled and local businesses have closed shop and so forth. So it was strange to watch the opening sequences in the documentary , where the small town starts to flourish when George W. Bush (then-governor, now [former] President) buys a ranch in the area.

Crawford examines the effects on the town and its residents from the day Bush bought the Prairie Chapel Ranch in 1999 through 2007. At first, everyone in the town couldn’t have been happier, especially once Bush became U.S. President. Businesses thrived as tourists and media flocked to the town, the local school band traveled to Washington, DC to perform at the inauguration, and the minister of the Baptist church felt confident that any day now, the First Family might join his congregation. However, a lot of things can change in half a decade, and Cindy Sheehan’s 2005 protest in Crawford triggers even more radical effects.

The documentary focuses on a few Crawford residents: a high-school student who has been inspired to think about politics after performing with the band at inauguration; his history teacher, who’s been trying to encourage students to see all points of view politically (and getting flak from conservatives as a result); a woman who opened a gift shop downtown that features all kinds of bizarre Presidential souvenirs; a longtime resident who works as a horse breaker. Crawford shows us their daily lives and involves us in their daily lives before we find out anything about their political views, so we see them as people and not simply as conservative/liberal. Some of the stories become very personal and touching by the film’s end.

The structure is a clear and straightforward timeline, which provides a strong backbone for the anecdotes and personalities in the film. It’s interesting to hear from the townspeople with their views on how Crawford has been portrayed by the media. In one scene, they show us where TV reporters usually stand for shots of Crawford that show a farm in the back, implying that this is how Bush’s ranch looks … and then we get a better idea of what we’re actually seeing and how it measures up with the real thing. That expresses Crawford as a whole — the film wants to show us the town that we don’t see on television, the part that plays dominoes in the town hall and goes to school or work every day and wonders how all of this media exposure will affect the town’s traffic and business.

It would have been too easy for director David Modigliani to make Crawford all about politics, and to paint the town in shades of red with spots of blue. Crawford could have been a propaganda piece for one political side or another. Instead, he wants to show us human beings, who are a lot more complicated than that, and the way that political strategies touch their lives.

Source: “SXSW Review: Crawford” by Jette Kernion -Cinematical. Read full review at: http://www.cinematical.com/2008/03/19/sxsw-review-crawford/

Outdoor Movie Event: Crawford, Texas: George Bush on a 50 Foot Inflatable Movie Screen

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Outdoor Movie in Fort Collins, Colorado: A Review of "The Big Lebowski"

On Sept. 25, a special outdoor film screening of “The Big Lebowski” was shown in , , as part of a memorial service. Rebecca Allen, a young member of the Fort Collins community, was killed in an auto-bike accident. New Belgium Brewery, a popular bicycling hang-out, presented her favorite film as an outdoor movie memorial. “The Big Lebowski” has been critically acclaimed as one of the best Coen Brother’s films, and the following is a review of the art-house movie. You can read the original blog post about the outdoor movie screening here.

Fargo was always going to be a hard act to follow, but the Coen brothers succeeded with this off-the-wall bowling comedy-turned-kidnap-thriller.

Jeff ‘The Dude’ Lebowski (Bridges), an LA bum who lives for bowling, knows it’s going to be a bad day when two hoods break in demanding money owed by his wife, (“Does this place look like I’m fucking married? The toilet seat’s up, man!”), rough him up and piss on his rug (“That rug really tied the room together”).

Outdoor Movies, Beer, and Bikes at Fort Collins, Colorado
The Dude has been mixed up with Jeff ‘The Big Lebowski’ Lebowski (Huddleston) and goes to the millionaire’s house seeking compensation for his ruined rug. Instead, The Dude learns that his namesake’s wife Bunny (Reid) has been kidnapped and he ends up being asked to be bagman for the ransom. From then things go down hill, as The Dude meets The Big Lebowski’s daughter from his first marriage, Maude (Moore), who paints using her naked body, and encounters a nihilist German techno-rock group who were involved in the kidnap.

Supporting The Dude are damaged ‘Nam vet and late convert to Judaism Walter (Goodman), who lives in a present constructed around his experiences in Vietnam, and Donny (Buscemi) who lives in a present constructed around mental vacuity. Then there’s the bowling league to worry about, where The Dude’s due to play Jesus Quintana (Turturro), a paedophile in a lilac jumpsuit.
With some frighteningly weird stuff going on, from lavish dream sequences to Moore naked on a trapeze, this is bizarre but brilliant Coen territory. There is terrific support from Goodman, while Buscemi is cast brilliantly against type as their silent friend. As for Turturro, he positively heists the movie.
Source: Channel 4 Film. Read full review at: http://www.channel4.com/film/reviews/film.jsp?id=101128.

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Duck Season (2006)

Duck SeasonIn the summer of 2008, the Socrates Sculpture Park Outdoor Cinema festival in City featured artistic indie films in their outdoor movie events. The Socrates Outdoor Film series is known for featuring some of the lesser-known, yet high-quality films such as Duck Season, a critically acclaimed film from Mexico. The following is a review of Duck Season featured in Magazine. You can read the original blog post about the outdoor movie event here.

The low-budget Mexican charmer Duck Season centers on two lonely 14-year-old boys who spend every Sunday eating junk food and playing Xbox games by themselves in a smallish apartment in a faceless housing development. In movie terms, this is a limited, potentially suffocating setting, and the black-and-white film stock does little to liven it up. Yet in the hands of the writer-director, Fernando Eimbcke, such constricted space is infinitely subdividable. Now we’re watching the best friends—the taller and gawkier Flama (Daniel Miranda) and the curly-haired Moko (Diego Cataño)—as they bang on their controls and bombard each other with expletives; now we’re behind their heads, eyeballing the action figures that blast one another into porridge. Now we’re riveted by side-by-side tumblers, as Flama serially fills each with Coke while Moko dips his finger into the foam to prevent spillovers—a soda-pop-de-deux. The space is remarkably porous and unexpectedly accommodating to intruders: a 16-year-old neighbor, Rita (Danny Perea), who asks to use the oven to bake a cake, and a pizza deliveryman, Ulises (Enrique Arreola), who gets locked with the boys in a tug-of-war over payment. (He arrives eleven seconds later than the company guarantees—Flama and Moko open the door holding a stopwatch.) It’s all rather tense for a while. Ulises waits mulishly for his money; Rita’s cake burns; the boys’ indifference is oppressive. But what gradually descends over these four—and over the audience, too—is about the loveliest, most inspiring torpor imaginable.

The style and tempo—deadpan exchanges separated by black—evokes Jim Jarmusch’s Stranger Than Paradise, and the vacant expression of the boys recalls the nerdy anomie of this generation’s peculiar teen anthem, Napoleon Dynamite. There’s even a touch of The Breakfast Club in the way the characters finally connect. But I found Duck Season easier to love than any of those films—less visually straitjacketed than the first two, less grandiosely romantic than the third. The faces are beautifully fluid, the boys in that no-man’s-land between childhood and full-bore puberty; the girl with more awareness than both put together but limited in how she can apply it; and the pizza guy on the brink of discarding his youthful dreams—his mother having told him that “opportunities in life are like bullets in a shotgun” and that he has already fired his. The imminent divorce of Flama’s parents gives the movie a strong emotional undertow; the very apartment in which the film takes place is a battlefield. One possession in particular—an unremarkable painting of a duck taking flight—is the source of a bitter custody dispute, and here becomes an object of mystical contemplation.

Duck Season is a hangout movie, and not to be bruised with superlatives. The black and white isn’t meant to be show-offy, as in something like Good Night, and Good Luck; Eimbcke seems to have chosen this palette to make it harder for us to interpret what we see. He makes brilliant use of his budgetary limitations. Or it might be that his limitations mirror the characters’, and his imaginative leaps suggest a way out for them, too. The fullness of Duck Season is in direct proportion to its smallness; its modesty makes it bloom.

Source: “Los Space Invaders” By David Edelstein -New York Magazine. Read full review at: http://nymag.com/movies/reviews/16312/

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