Mundane History (Anocha Suwichakornpong) Review

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Though rather unassuming, Mundane History conveys this dreamy energy whose effects are felt for days to come. As the title commits, the narrative events are monotonous. Yet paired with a non-linear timeline, the blatant monotony becomes the driving force of reality and thus reveals the eternity held in single moments.

Charting how a single thought, or the birth of a thought, may draw a link with the infinite, Suwichakornpong consolidates notions between the micro and macro, the finite and infinite, and the inseparability among. Her psychedelic world holds meaning within and of itself; the death of a star is as meaningless as the birth of a child and the the birth of a child is as meaningful as the death of a star. All becomes one underneath this scape of life and all is relative.

The events depicted exist in a world of their own: the world of Ake and Pun and Ake’s father. What is mundane in one life is is of great consequence in another. As historical fact, the significance of a star’s life is made inert, but as a personal memory, the birth of a child is made significant. Loss of feeling, loss of passion, loss of limbs, lack of reciprocity; these events all contain an energy and life within them–proportion and relation are the evening forces.

We are all stars and all the stars are within us.

95/100 – Amazing.

5 Stars

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A Beautiful Poem: Kiarostami’s Life, and Nothing More…

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Life, and Nothing More… is breathtaking in its simplicity. What may be seen as an overt metaphor is instead realized on a deeply spiritual and philosophical level. Kiarostami gracefully allows the film’s landscape to breathe life through the film. He places a camera and allows the passage of time and the passage of movement to be recorded and conveyed through cinema.

This is Cinema as life.

One could speak on the metaphor of the road as a highway of life or the diversions as the obstacles therein, but what lends power to this otherwise cliche metaphor is how perfectly reflective and austere is Kiarostami’s presentation. He lays bare a modest narrative, a few characters, and in doing so he lays bare what we call life… as if to say that anything more would be a perversion of life’s essential elegance. This is a beautiful poem.

88/100 – Excellent.

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Logan: A Tale of Tragedy

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Certainly one of the best ‘superhero’ films of all time, Logan separates from the pack through character depth and development akin to a Greek tragedy–perhaps of the neo-mythological kind.

Logan’s arc, what a multitude of previous franchise installments have presented but never mounted, becomes apparent in this road film—the epilogue to an Odysseian journey. An old man, he grieves for fallen friends, those he cared about who died because of him, because of what he is. Suffering from traumatic memories and living in an ageless body incapable of surrender, he chooses—perhaps in guilt, perhaps in nobility, perhaps in cowardice–to allow his one vulnerability, the techonology which once built him, slowly put him to rest.

As one who heals and survives, the well of guilt built from seeing others die has taken its toll. Self isolated and alienated in spite of living throughout many a generation, why should he deserve to live when there are better people in the world dying because of him? This is what he thinks: he is the cause of suffering, so he must suffer as penance for what he has caused.

Old man Logan realizes this towards the end of his Odyssey, and so he chooses to reject the world, to no longer interact, to become invisible. His guilt has engendered what might be considered a noble act; as a vagabond, others will no longer die as a result of his actions. And so he withholds from helping others. It is not that he’s a prick who is unwilling to help, but that he is aware that his presence will only draw violence.

After the nurse is killed, he apprehensively aids the girl, only at the behest of Charles—Logan’s father figure whom he cannot refuse. But once he develops a bond with the girl and Charles is no longer with them, he quickly searches for a way out.

At this time, Logan is not motivated by virtue but by cowardice. He quickly rejects the doctor who offers to find and remove the poison, because he is afraid of continuing to live. To quickly remove himself by way of an adamantium bullet would be the ultimate coward’s way out, but Logan is a complex character and, with this film, Mangold endeavors to truly mount the study of a complicated soul’s uncommon journey through life—one of biblical, mythological, and spiritual proportions.

As the film nears its end, the greatest of tragedies is borne. There is no tragedy in death or in eternal suffering. Tragedy involves catharsis and sorrow. Beyond the mere internal conflict of a Greek tragedy, wherein Logan’s inability to cope with his vices begets personal suffering, we have a reversal of circumstances, a provocation, catharsis, and sorrow.

During its brief length, Logan’s death scene—and even Charles’ death scene though I won’t get into this here—presents all of the above. A man with an inclination to suffer and die realizes only at death his reason to live, if only to protect his daughter. In distress, he experiences a two-fold catharsis:

“So this is what it’s like”, he states in wonder. At once he realizes two things: this is what death is like; this is what having a daughter to love and protect is like. This two-fold catharsis relieves Logan’s repressed feelings towards life and love, respectively. For once, the man dies for someone he cares for, instead of watching those he cares for die because of him. Tragically, this revelation of life and love come only upon him at his death, at the point wherein life and love can no longer be healed.

87/100 – Excellent.

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Fantasy as Poetry, Fiction as Metaphor in Shinkai’s YOUR NAME

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Your Name is a heartfelt, modern love story with an intricately layered narrative spanning philosophy, mythology, romance, and teenage fantasy within a science fiction melodrama. It is a brilliant feature anime, and the best I have seen since Takahata’s The Tale of the Princess Kaguya (2013). With Your Name, Shinkai certainly joins the ranks of anime masters Miyazaki and Takahata, though his film seems to gesture towards a new wave of anime, one which combines the fantasy and mythology of tradition with a modern sense of change and self-realization. This transition may be seen in Miyazaki’s final effort, the Wind Rises (2013), but it appears to be further demonstrated as a movement with Your Name. Perhaps instead of mythological films which attract children and adults, we will find ourselves with contemporary films which attract the full demographic including teenagers and young adults. This is to be seen.

Now, If you check out my latest post, you will see that I recently watched the critically acclaimed film Wings of Desire (Wenders, 1987) and could not buy the premise. The key problem of the film is that it conveys elements of fantasy not through metaphor but through liturgy and statement. The ideas inherent in Wings of Desire are magnificent, but their presentation is lacking. These ideas include for example the beauty of two people becoming one with each other, to fall in love and to become indistinct from one another. It also involves the idea that spirits are amongst us inspiring hope for us to continue through life during times of grief.

These ideas find themselves poetically manifest in Your Name—without all the Christian worship, without the liturgy, without self-serving statements which occlude all other considerations. Your Name is a fantasy-fiction film which, first of all, accepts that it is fantasy. Reality inferred in its viewing comes by way of metaphor, because the fantasy speaks poetically about the natural world. The idea of two people becoming one is not just stated here, as it is in Wings of Desire, it literally happens. Taki and Mitsuhi become one by actually living some of the days of each other’s lives.

It feels like a dream because life itself feels like a dream.

This occurs due to a comet, a freak incident, but what happens has more to do with the energy which surrounds them, with the power of their own human spirit and its entanglement with the spiritual energy of the natural world around them. The power of the spirits and energy compelled this to happen, much like how the angels in Wings of Desire surround the living, but in this case it is not so plain and simple or obvious as an anthropomorphic angel walking amongst us. Your Name thus conveys the power of love, the human spirit, phenomena of the natural world, and the beauty of unknown aspects of life by genuine, albeit ambiguous, means. It displays unknown phenomena in the world rather than telling us about it, and It does this by speaking metaphorically through the beautiful narrative which develops before us.

Essentially, Your Name uses poetry and fantasy to tackle the most significant philosophical questions of our lives, and it does this underneath what appears to be a mere fantasy-fiction romance story. With such depth, this fun-to-watch anime is far denser that first appears, but because of Shinkai’s subtlety it can be viewed in number of differing manners. From the pleasure seeking fantasy to the romance drama to the philosophical inquiry of life itself, Your Name is a brilliant example of multi-layered cinematic poetry.

94/100 – Masterful.

5 Stars

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A Misstep in Film History: Wim Wenders Wings of Desire and Its Masterpiece Status

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Although Wenders’ film is masterfully crafted, with some absolutely glorious camera movements, use of light, black and white, and colour, the script reeks of pretense. Wender’s narrative, well intentioned as may be, is too self serious to convey fantasy, yet too imaginative to convey philosophy. Besides its religious overtones and pomp, elements of spirituality are presented as absolutes, and done so through a patronizing narrative which insults the viewer’s capacity to imagine a world any different from that which is presented. The narrative is surreal, the themes heavy-handed, and yet it glories at reveling before certain truths of the human condition which are recounted rather than artfully conveyed.

Beneath the surface, admittedly, is something beautiful about the human spirit and existing in a troubling world. But to reach beneath the surface requires quite a great suspension of disbelief, as the narrative fails in sharing truth, the poetry fails in sharing depth, and the philosophy fails in sharing meaning.

What this film does best is gesture at something spiritually significant which the viewer inherently understands and thus conjures on their own. And for this reason its viewing will be remembered with pleasure in spite of its failures. We believe the film had that power, but really it was us who had that power.

It is an impressive film in many rights but to call it a masterpiece on its own rights is a major misstep in film history.

72/100 – Good.

3 Stars

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The Damaging Impact of a Neglectful Nation: After the Last River

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Vicki Lean’s heartbreaking documentary of suffering in Attawapiskat reveals the damaging impact on first nations livelihood of industry and government regulations ostensibly designed under concealed agendas. Her expository documentary requires little convincing, as Lean makes readily observable through first hand and archival footage just how desperate are the conditions facing the families here, most of whom struggle with sickness, poverty, house-crowding, and general despair.

Conditions are profoundly more deplorable when considering the lack of federal aid—even when under a state of emergency—and the obvious racial constructs which our nation’s governing bodies choose to hold onto, in spite of the obvious ethical ramifications of their actions.

Tie this in with how media, political campaigning, and social image manufacturing may brush the ‘problem’ under the rug, and we have ourselves a truly hegemonic capital parading as good guy leaders we ought to trust and follow. This is a system designed to keep people down, and Attawapiskat serves only as a microcosm for the imperceptible damage across the nation being caused by this unassuming hegemony fueled by greed and corruption.

It’s unfortunate, to say the least, that we need films like these—genuine, ungreenwashed documentaries—to raise awareness about things which ought not only to be public information but public concern. That we don’t talk about these issues or teach them in our high schools is regrettable, as it may only be through such dialogues that we may open the blinders of the average media-influenced citizen in order to change the status quo of our ill-conceived nation and the hypocrisies which corporate and government alike undertake.

Thank you to the makers of this film, to the people of Attawapiskat, and to the few socially and environmentally conscious government officials who are trying to make a difference.

If you live in Canada, go see this film.

85/100 – Excellent.

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Is Less Truly More? James Gray’s Lost City of Z: A Masterpiece of More Cinema.

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Saw this at a press screening last week and I still don’t know what to make of it exactly. I marveled at its scope and ambition, the brilliant match cuts, the striking cinematography by Darius Khondji, and its naked honesty in revealing human emotions, relations, and flaws. Like all of Gray’s films, Z picks apart the human condition while foisting it upon unassuming action. The subtext runs deeper in this film than perhaps anything before in his filmography, and yet it is perhaps the film’s multi-faceted framework which causes a certain disconnect between Gray’s inherent truth seeking and the viewer’s capacity to realize this truth. It’s like a diamond in the rough whose brightness will be reveled only by those willing to dig deep.

Bluntly stated, The Lost City of Z is James Gray working in a far more opaque, subtle, and provocative manner. His previous films, beginning with Little Odessa–a heartfelt tragedy with narrow scope but much emotional depth–take place in New York and focus inwards on very particular happenings to very particular people whom the audience comes to empathize with. Driving human emotion with consequence is Gray’s signature move, and while this is more subdued in Z, it is certainly present.

The Lost City of Z conveys much more drama, much more plot, and quite simply has much more to offer than any of Gray’s previous films. There are more characters and perspectives, a wider narrative, and many interests—from the political to the psychological to the historical, social, and beyond. This is at once a blessing and a curse. Some would argue, using perhaps Bresson or Mizoguchi or even early Gray as examples, that simplicity is a filmmaker’s finest virtue. And yet here we have a magnificent epic, one which holds so many ideas within its two and a half hour runtime that it will surely open itself to criticism sheerly for its lack of simplicity.

Less is more perhaps only because less leaves little to critique.

This is Gray’s The Thin Red Line. For James Gray, The Lost City of Z is more; there is more here to critique but also more here to acclaim. There is more to discuss with this adaptation of true events than there is with his poetic New York elegies, but through discussion perhaps we as viewers can realize that inherent truth of the human condition which Gray imbues all his films with.

I am going to need to see this a few more times, but to me it’s already a masterpiece and can only move up from here.

90/100 – Amazing.

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The Death of Cinema vs New Digital Cinema. CLOSE UP on Raz Vahn, emerging independent filmmaker.

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Some have said that Cinema is dead—Godard, Tarantino, Greenaway to name a few. Besides a few international and avant-garde filmmakers, the modern era of movie-making no longer showcases film at all, but instead a display of sound and image recorded digitally. The physical medium of film, the tangible celluloid on which images are sculpted, may, in a sense, be dead, but nay should it suggest that cinema itself is dead.

Others have interpreted the statement ‘cinema is dead’ to mean that the art of film is dead, not merely that film itself is a forgone medium. This understanding details the emergence of commercial cinema amid the mainstream and describes the modern era as some lesser form—a non art. To define, major film theories agree that the art of cinema involves creative and passionate filmmaking. This stands in opposition to the majority of mainstream films being released these days—assembly line blockbuster productions which lack a creative or personal voice.  And yet, for every mainstream blockbuster there are a handful of independent attempts at art cinema, at cinema with a passion, at the creation of art. Sometimes these films even make it to the mainstream—Moonlight just won Best Picture, didn’t it?

Considering the time we live in, a new digital age where literally anyone and everyone can be a filmmaker, how can Cinema be dead? If the art of cinema, what makes film alive, has to do with passion, creativity, self realization through the capture and presentation of sound and image, then there’s nothing stopping an inspired person from creating film. And like a tree falling in the woods, if a film is made which no one sees, is it still a film?

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With this in mind, this article will look upon the films of emerging director Raz Vahn and the idea within new digital cinema that anyone with an iPhone can become a filmmaker. Though without training, a film camera, a budget, equipment, distribution, or even viewership, Vahn has made a series of short films which erupt with a raw passion for cinema which transcends these factors. His films, which have grown in quality since first narrative short, Falling, and first two ‘inspired music videos’ Water and Homedemonstrate one exceedingly important concept within cinema theory, that the art of cinematic creation comes from within. and needs not have high production values, a masterful script, or notable actors; it comes from the raw passion of an artistic impulse which is exercised through the creative act of cinematography or filmmaking.

Vahn’s films display the creative and passionate filmmaking which may be attributed to the pioneers of film such as the Lumiere Brothers, Thomas Edison, and Georges Melies. These films too featured what we would call today poor production values, but we would never estimate that Arrival of a Train at La Ciotat (Lumiere, 1895), A Trip to the Moon (Melies, 1902), or Annie Oakley (Edison Company, 1894) were non-films. These three are examples of the finest filmmaking of its time, examples of filmmaking itself, during a a time when a film reel lasted less than 10 minutes, only shot black and white, didn’t support sound, and was such a low fps that one might be even be able to pinpoint the individual photographs which make up the flicker.

Though using an iPhone and dispelled as a non-filmmaker for such lack of technology, training, and production values, Vahn is able to shoot a high definition colour film which reaches critical flicker fusion. Whatever naysayers have against the idea of low budget self-made films—and I don’t mean ‘home movies’—have no weight when we consider that everyday people today have in the palm of their hands a greater advent for filmmaking than those early pioneers of cinema ever did.

That said, cinema has evolved significantly since Edison, Melies, the Lumiere Brothers, and Eadweard Muybridge forged the path. We went from actualities to realism, from realism to formalism, from formalism to new wave, and so on. This occurred internationally at different moments. Soviet realism began in the 1910s and the Italians donned ‘neo’-realism in the 1940s. The French faced a new wave in the 1950s, while Taiwan began in the 1980s. Americans proliferated a commercial cinema which has certainly monopolized the industry, forcing many of the great international and independent films with ties to film history, theory, and the art of filmmaking into the festival scene.

While Vahn has yet to be featured in a festival, he’s made ten or more short films in under a year. He works independently and does it for the love of cinema. His films are a form of self expression and they are made more for himself than for any viewer watching them. He makes these films because the creative spirit of filmmaking is in him, but the near-dead world of cinema has no space for him (he hasn’t gone through all the proper channels to be called a filmmaker!!!).

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But his films are rather impressive.

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While several of Vahn’s films, such as the more recent Numbbreaks copyright laws and isn’t meant for any kind of festival or commercial release, it is undoubtedly 7 minutes of honest, passionate, and creative filmmaking. On first glance it’s clear that he has been influenced by Terrence Malick and Tsai Ming-Liang. The inspiration clearly came from within and naturally found its place in Vahn’s thoughts and decisions for framing and cutting the film. In spite of using an iPhone without accessories, such as the lenses used for Sean Baker’s infamous Tangerine (2015), the images are crisp. On a bright snowy day, the whites and blues reflect light through windows and water, painting a grand impression of beauty in a cold city wherein a skytrain commute becomes transformed.

Having gained some chops, however, Vahn has begun turning to the idea of filmmaking for festivals and commercial viewership. Having seen and been involved in screening the submissions for festival shorts programs before, it’s clear to me that Vahn is doing something more interesting and more genuine than what is currently seen in the festival circuit, and for this reason his films provide great value to international viewership.

His short film Remember is a heartfelt documentary of his Grandmother’s dramatic life growing up in Romania during the war before emigrating to America. It’s a deeply personal film that mostly chronicles family togetherness in the face of hardships. He couples cinema verite with home-movie nostalgia, interviews with evidence in the form of photos and conversation. The film uses voice over which overlaps distinct formal techniques such as montage and long takes, which leads to an epilogue of Velvet Underground on a bright sunny day wherein the resilient Grandmother, whom we’ve heard so much from, walks outside to the brighter future she once dreamed but today has realized.

Vahn’s most recent film, Iced, might be his strongest work yet. It is a a 27 min avant-garde horror film with meticulous editing and a finely crafted mise-en-scene. Primarily a psychological character study, Vahn places viewers in the opposite perspective of a conventional horror, similar to what Dexter does but without the running commentary. While holding a narrative, there are few words and little explained; instead, Vahn opts to use images and sounds to convey a reading of his film. The atmosphere is felt, while the film’s on goings remain rather enigmatic. Like with Numb, he uses shots of nature, of snow, of reflections, and of ice to convey elements of narrative. Speaking through form and metaphor, the narrative becomes all the more affecting, leaving viewers a bit shaken upon its final frame.

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Iced is now ready for festival submission, and will be privately released Friday, March 31.

For all Vahn’s publicly available films, please visit his Vimeo Page.

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Best of 2016

This comes a little later than usual, but since Oscar season is fast approaching, better late than never!

My complete 2016 Watchlist/Ranking
The 2016 Next Projection Awards (my contributions included)

Films qualify for my Best of 2016 when their initial commercial release occurs in either their country of origin or elsewhere during the year 2016; unreleased films such as festival fare in search of distribution are not considered (besides within the category itself).  World Cinema released in 2016 within US and Canada which hold prior release within their origin country are also not considered.

Best Film of 2016:

  1. Moonlight (Barry Jenkins)moonlight“the camera searches for and amplifies the quiet peace found in fleeting moments of connection with others”
  2. Paterson (Jim Jarmusch)paterson

    “Through its dreamlike aesthetic, lethargic rhythm, and patterned mise-en-scene, Jim Jarmusch’s densely philosophical tone poem manages to convey a certain unutterable phenomenology, one which is surrealistically experienced in life’s poetic coincidences and confusions. It is mindfully realized through an acute sense of reality as a projection by the unconscious; it is the inner self manifest.”

  3. Manchester By The Sea (Kenneth Lonergan)

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    “Well structured and novelistic, a Dostoevskien tragedy conveying self-isolation and effacement in face of of a life disarmingly out of harmony, where thoughts and actions misalign and communication barriers forge rifts between self and others.”

  4. Certain Women (Kelly Reichardt)

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    “Constructs resonant images of great affecting power by way of a measured Fordian rhythm befitting the women and town it at once profiles. Sublime, austere filmmaking.”

  5. Toni Erdmann (Maren Ade)

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    “Through matter-of-factness, the film endearingly implies that nothing really matters besides living and that living without humour is not really living at all.”

  6. La La Land (Damien Chazelle)

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    “It is at once a flight of fantasy as well as a determinedly down-to-earth evocation of reality. It straddles these antipodal modes of cinema carefully, implying that originality and homage, high and low art, exuberance and melancholy, and realism and escapism can sit cordially beside one another.”

  7. Silence (Martin Scorsese)

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    “Scorsese’s mature realization of the politics herein is absent of polemics; it’s presentation absent of indulgence: the two features commonly attributed to films of this nature.”

  8. Things to Come (L’avenir, Mia Hansen-Love)

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    “A plaintive yet restrained drama of Schrodinger inspired revelation. To observe is to enact. Such is her new freedom.”

  9. KONELĪNE: our land beautiful (Nettie Wild) (Canadian release only)

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    “A magnificent display of cinematography and sound which is grounded through the grandeur and scope of its thematic intentions. Both poetic and informative with captivating visuals.”

  10. Nocturama (Bertrand Bonello)

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    “A labyrinthian fever dream where music, persona, and gunshot each play a role in the collective hallucination. Modern Caraxian.”

  11. Elle (Paul Verhoeven)

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    “Huppert is captivating in this complex character study of startling psychological depth conveyed by one and only Paul Verhoeven.”

  12. Hello Destroyer (Keven Funk) (Canadian release only)

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    “Striking cinematography and understated performances drive this riveting debut about a Hockey player shamed for doing what he was bred to do.”

  13. Everybody Wants Some (Richard Linklater)

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    “Fun, spirited, warm, and nostalgic. Pairs uproarious comedy with nuanced conversation and honest exchanges.”

  14. 20th Century Women (Mike Mills)

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    “A maturely scripted, engagingly shot, and humourously performed drama on masculinity & modern female perspectives.”

  15. Spirit Unforgettable (Pete McCormack) (Canadian Release Only)

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    “John Mann is the living phantasm of an eternal soul, a piece of evidence that an artist’s selfless act of creation becomes liberated in the conscience of its beholders. The music is no longer Mann’s; he barely recognizes it. Yet he poignantly observes an audience of thousands sing along to words he once wrote. He is a living dying immortal.”

  16. Knight of Cups (Terrence Malick)

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    “All in all, the film’s poetic nature makes it more akin to a musical symphony than to cinema proper. It borders between genius and superficial, creating most often a mass ornament of female bodies and the ‘high-life’

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  1. Cemetery of Splendor (Apichatpong Weerasethakul)”Cemetery of Splendour is truly a grounded and meaningful evocation of the ineffable world of metaphysical objects and thought.”
  2. Right Now, Wrong Then (Hong Sang-soo)
  3. Embrace of the Serpent (Ciro Guerra)
  4. Murmur of the Hearts (Sylvia Chang) (No North American Release)
  5. Louder Than Bombs (Joachim Trier)
  6. Human (Yann Artrus-Bertrand

Best Film Without Distributionmaudite

  1. Maudite Poutine (Karl Lemieux)”Visual and aural forms of distortion, abstraction, fragmentation, dissociation, and obscuration artfully convey a thoughtful narrative via poetic, affective, and visceral means. What is most notable of the film is its clear sense of an authorial presence and unique stylistic vision, one which is surprisingly mature and nuanced given it is a first feature.”
  2. Lost Solace (Chris Scheurman)
  3. 1:54 (Yann England)

Best Foreign Language Filmtoni

  1. Toni Erdmann (Maren Ade)
  2. Things To Come (Mia Hansen-Love)
  3. Nocturama (Bertrand Bonello)

Best Director:certain

  1. Kelly Reichardt (Certain Women)
  2. Jim Jarmusch (Paterson)
  3. Barry Jenkins (Moonlight)

Best Cinematographer:moonlight

  1. James Laxton (Moonlight)
  2. Denis Lenoir (Things to Come)
  3. Van Royko (KONELINE: our land beautiful)

Best Editing:20th

  1. Leslie Jones (20th Century Women)
  2. Affonso Goncalves (Paterson)
  3. Joi McMillon, Nat Sanders (Moonlight)

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  1. Manchester By The Sea 
  2. Silence
  3. Certain Women

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  1. La La Land
  2. Things to Come
  3. Nocturama

Best Actor:
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  1. Adam Driver (Paterson)
  2. Peter Simonischek (Toni Erdmann)
  3. Casey Affleck (Manchester By The Sea)

Best Actress:isabelle

  1. Isabelle Huppert (Elle)
  2. Emma Stone (La La Land)
  3. Cynthia Nixon (A Quiet Passion)

Best Supporting Actor:maher

  1. Mahershala Ali (Moonlight)
  2. Lucas Hedges (Manchester by the Sea)
  3. Ashton Sanders (Moonlight)

Best Supporting Actress:certain

  1. Kristen Stewart (Certain Women)
  2. Greta Gerwig (20th Century Women)
  3. Jena Malone (Neon Demon)

Best Animated:
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  1. Mixed Match (Jeff Chiba Stearns) – (Partially Animated)
  2. Zootopia (Byron Howard, Rich Moore, Jared Bush
  3. Sausage Party (Greg Tiernan, Conrad Vernon)

Best Documentary:koneline

  1. KONELINE: our land beautiful (Nettie Wild)
  2. Spirit Unforgettable (Peter McCormack)
  3. City 40 (Samira Goetschel)

Best Short:
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  1. I Am Here (Eoin Duffy)
  2. Srorrim (Wayne Wapeemukwa)
  3. Blind Vaysha (Theodore Ushev)

Most Anticipated of 2017:losts

  1. The Lost City of Z (James Gray)
  2. Untitled Hong Sangsoo Project with Isabelle Huppert and Min-hee Kim
  3. Song To Song (Terrence Malick)
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Life Is Like a Dream: Jarmusch’s Paterson Unfurled

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Through its dreamlike aesthetic, lethargic rhythm, and patterned mise-en-scene, Jim Jarmusch’s densely philosophical tone poem manages to convey a certain unutterable phenomenology, one which is surrealistically experienced in life’s poetic coincidences and confusions. It is mindfully realized through an acute sense of reality as a projection by the unconscious; it is the inner self manifest. This is life as a dream or mind at large, and a way of seeing the world as old as Buddhism or the Indian Vedas, but popularized by the acid counter-culture of the 1960s.

Paterson (Adam Driver) at once embodies the city of Paterson while himself an individual, but it is through his conscience that the world around him takes shape, as if it were all created for him. In this view, the poet’s interpretation of reality is a measure of understanding the self and expressing the meaning of one’s life to oneself. This idea explains the privacy of poets, to wit Paterson, who displays apprehension in sharing with his girlfriend poems which she herself inspired. He neither chooses to make copies of the poetry, and when his notebook is ripped to shreds by Marvin, the bulldog, Paterson experiences a visible loss of self, which is later reinstated in bizarre fashion through a Japanese man’s wise advice.

Neither contrived nor self-serving, this action which appears without context may exist in Paterson’s world simply because it is Paterson’s world in which it exists. The Japanese man arrives as response to an inner yearning, a projection of Paterson’s unconscious which has manifested in order to direct Paterson back towards a path of grace and poetry.

Cross-fades and waterfalls convey this life within a life theme, supporting the film’s surreal atmosphere with superimposition of image over image. Dreams conveyed by his girlfriend become Paterson’s thoughts which later become part of Paterson’s experience. His poetry is thus informed by the surreal qualities of life which appear to reflect back on his own existence. It’s the poet in him that recognizes these bizarre coincidences and patterns as signs of meaning, which he then documents in poetic form as an act of self-revelation.

Encircling Paterson’s poetic world is Jim Jarmusch’s cinematic poetry, which forges itself as a distinct layer of art, as one of creation and of pure expression. Paterson’s life thus expresses the poetic manifestation of Jarmusch’s creative act. The film is Jarmusch’s world as much as Paterson’s notebook writings are Paterson’s world. And so life exists within life, each layer supporting the other as if dream being manifest into a reality in which dreams manifest into a reality, each reality slightly removed yet fully encapsulated by the individual—existence itself the one line within a reality where the rest of it doesn’t really have to be there. It’s all just Paterson unfurled.

94/100 – Amazing.

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