Saturday, February 23, 2013

15: Earth Entranced (a.k.a. Entranced Earth, a.k.a. Terra em Transe – Original Portuguese title)



            I’m really not sure where to begin with Glauber Rocha’s Earth Entranced (1967).  I know that it is the first film that I’ve viewed without subtitles which I feel suffered in my estimation because of that disadvantage.  But I believe that more than this reason alone compels me to see the film again.  I can say with certainty that it is in need of a U.S. DVD release, and that it might even drum up a modest profit, even outside the university library sales that it would likely garner.  A political thriller that seems to asks some deep questions (but in Portuguese), I can best describe it through another of my retrospective pitches.  “It’s All the Presidents Men (1976) meets La Dolce Vita (1960), with some Zabriskie Point (1970) thrown in.”
            The narrative centers on Paulo (Jardel Filho), a filmmaker and journalist whose coverage has supported the conservative president, Porfirio Diaz, of his native Eldorado (a fictional stand in for any number of Latin American nations).  Now Paulo has begun to cover Felipe Vieira, a populist governor whose own supporters would like to see him rise to national power.  When Vieira wins election to the presidency, his administration quickly establishes its willingness to employ violence against any potential upheaval.  Tired of covering politics, Paulo reverts back to a lifestyle of socialite journalism, but finds that he cannot escape the greater political realities that surround him.  Convinced by a former lover that he must use his influence to destroy the politically resurgent Diaz, he’s no longer certain of any concrete ideologies.  Feeling betrayed and disgusted with the entire state of conventional politics, he opts to join an armed resistance group after Vieira declares martial law.
            While the structure of the story, told through flashback, isn’t particularly difficult to summarize, the film is often disorienting.  Quick cut editing is juxtaposed with lengthy hand-held camerawork creating a distinctive feeling of uncertainty.  Equally odd, but also disarming, is the director’s frequent use of unsynchronized sound, which often dubs what we might expect to hear in one scene into the background of the next.   However, Rocha’s cinematic literacy allows him to use sets and framing in repetitive patterns to establish continuity with each character, making their political distinctions as well as their narrative function less murky, even for the viewer who doesn’t speak Portuguese. 
            What I’m not so sure of is what it all adds up to.  I’m no expert in South American history, but I do know that a relatively bloodless overthrow of the peoples’ government by a military dictator in 1964 led to almost a quarter century of a restricted press and terrible economic discrepancies in Rocha’s native Brazil.  Like his Black God, White Devil (1964; #23), this film seems to role elements of violence, sexuality, religious imagery, and politics together into a ball of confusion, asking the audience to make their own decisions about what is presented to them.  I believe Earth Entranced is a better picture than Rocha’s earlier work, and that while his statements might not be plain here, that they are at least more focused than in that previous film.  The limited subtitled clips of the film that are available on YouTube are telling, noting the overall cynicism that Rocha has toward those who would seek out political power.

Language: Portuguese
Runtime: 106 Minutes
Available @YouTube.com (Limited Subtitles)

Grade: 2 Hats Off 

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

The Hypocracy of Peter Travers



         I realize that this is no longer timely, but there is something that’s been bothering me for over a month now that I just have to vent about.  For the second year in row, Rolling Stone critic Peter Travers has kicked off his annual “top ten list” column with an absolutely moronic statement.  Is Travers’ ranking of films valid?  As much as a top ten list can be – and there are good arguments for both sides of this debate – but there is nothing about a list featuring Tom Hooper’s Les Miserables that is, as Travers puts it, “pure rock & roll.”  Last year the mustachioed reviewer, who’s been with Rolling Stone since 1989, felt the need to begin his best of the year article with the bold declaration, “Screw Oscar,” before proceeding to explain why Drive (a worthy choice) was the best movie of 2011 for any true film fan.  He then went on to all but openly declare that academy members and critics were somehow attempting to marginalize the film’s availability and public perception while insinuating that his was the true voice of the masses.
          Okay, perhaps I’ve oversold his likeness to Lenin a bit, but my point remains.  Travers is a film critic.  He is not, as he would have you believe, a rocker who happens to review films. There is nothing particularly Rock n’ Roll about him.  He worked at People for four years.  He works for Rolling Stone, which is no longer a rock magazine.  That distinction went away long before the publication featured Brittany Spears on the cover.  It’s a culture magazine with a Rock legacy, and much like fraternity legacies, sometimes they don’t live up to their past credentials.  There’s nothing wrong with Rolling Stone.  I’m a subscriber, and for the most part I enjoy their content, but its writers’ continued insistence that RS is the bastion of all things counter-culture is just plain inaccurate.  Travers is a good critic, but if he continues to anoint himself as some sort of Jim Morrison of movie criticism he’ll need to drop his affection for Steven Spielberg.

Saturday, February 16, 2013

16: Europa ’51 (a.k.a. The Greatest Love – English language market title)



            While not a great film, Roberto Rossellini’s Europa ’51 (1952) is valuable in that it highlights the distinction in how actors were used by the neorealist directors.  Ingrid Bergman, (Rossellini’s wife) was well known as both a film star and a beauty by the time she made this movie.  She’d become an international star by going to Hollywood for Casablanca (1942), and had spent much of the subsequent ten years making quality studio pictures.  Any good review of Casablanca notes how DP Arthur Edeson and Director Michael Curtiz filmed Bergman’s eyes.  They seem to sparkle, but not like Judy Garland’s.  She seems always to be two breaths away from tears, but with stylized lighting she looks not unlike an angel.  That’s how Hollywood wanted her to look.
            Here, Rossellini wasn’t interested in her angelic qualities (at least not on screen).  Is she beautiful in this film? Yes, but it’s a colder, sharper beauty.  His lighting is harsher.  There’s no sparkle.  Holding a still of a Bergman close-up from both films next to one another would be all the juxtaposition necessary to explain neorealism, and might also present a strong case for why both lighting and makeup are Oscar categories. 
            From a career standpoint, Europa ’51 was a bridge for Rossellini.  He was beginning to move away from the harder, rubble in the streets of Rome films that had defined the early neorealism movement.  With Bergman, he had made Stromboli (1950) two years before, which had centered on the harsh lives of a Mediterranean fishing village.  But that same year he’d also made the period piece The Flowers of St. Francis (also 1950), and he was interested in seeing how the emotional realism which he’d focused on in that film would play in a contemporary setting.  He decided that the best approach would be allegorical, and so he chose to focus on a character who much like St. Francis, was initially shielded from the sad realities of the world.  He also chose to make the character a woman.
            Bergman is Irene, a married mother who appears to spend much of her life concerned with upcoming social functions.  She loves her husband, George (Alexander Knox), and her son, Michele (Sandro Franchina), but she doesn’t seem to have time for them.  She is particularly neglectful of Michele as she prepares to host a dinner party in the film’s first act.  However, when the boy suffers a fall down the open stairwell of their apartment building, her attentions return to him.  She vows to be a better mother, and to never leave his bedside while he recovers at the hospital.  Though an initial diagnosis seems to indicate that Michele will survive the fall, speculation arises about whether he intended to commit suicide.  Then he develops a blood clot and suddenly dies. 
            Irene is devastated.  She is bedridden with grief.  She eventually tries to face the world, but she finds herself more interested now in alleviating the suffering of others than with her previous selfish concerns.  She walks through the poorest districts of Rome, and is surprised to see kids laughing.  She meets a woman with six children, and marvels at how she manages them all.  She saves a prostitute who is suffering from tuberculosis, acting as her Good Samaritan guardian.  She gets the mother of six a factory job, and is then shocked when she sees the working conditions.  Her actions begin to drive a wedge between her and her husband, especially when he begins to suspect that she’s developed a relationship with a communist friend.
            Irene’s acts of goodness bring her genuine comfort.  She feels at last as though she were living a life of meaning.  She appears to make peace with God about Michele’s death.  She helps a boy who is running from the police after a robbery, but encourages him to turn himself in.  She’s arrested as an accomplice.  Like St. Francis, her righteousness is misunderstood. 
            Rossellini was often drawn toward characters that were trapped in situations beyond their control.  WWII gave him all of the material he needed to tell such stories, and his best film, Paisan (1946), is a collection of them.  By 1951 the war was over, and the cleanup of Europe was in full swing.  He knew that the world was changing and that cinema would change with it, and he didn’t want to continue making the same film again and again.  Irene’s decision to move on from the tragic death of her son is his decision to let the tragedies of the war lie.  He would move forward into his embrace of emotional realism over social realism with his next collaboration with Bergman, Voyage in Italy (1954; # 18).
            With Europa ’51 Rossellini gives us a film that is less than the sum of its parts.  Bergman’s performance is central to the movie, and it is good, but her Italian voiceover by Lydia Simoneschi (her regular) leaves out the possibility of genuine emotion.  (I’d probably have enjoyed the film much more if Bergman’s original English had been included in the version available online.  I suspect however that whatever company holds the rights to the US distribution version would have released it by now if they imagined it would be profitable.)  Bergman also seems perhaps too detached at the film’s outset for us to believe her transition.  The picture is at its best when she’s wandering the streets and gutters, and is lacking when Irene is confined to her apartment.  Obviously this is the point, she’s alive again when she takes to the streets, but there’s something a bit off about Rossellini’s tone in both the early and late dialogue sequences.  As such, the film feels like a collection of well-structured scenes bookended by mediocre, almost soap opera-esque melodrama.      

Language: Italian (dubbed; limited scenes available in English on TCM.com) NST
Runtime: 113 Minutes
Available @Youtube.com

Grade: 2 Hats off