Fest Track On Sirk TV Film Review: SOUTH BY SOUTHWEST 2020 [Remote]

The essence of SxSW this year was rattled of course in the texture of the coronavirus but films are films and their perspectives are their own. In selecting films in the same way as approaching for interviews albeit remotely, an interesting cross section comes forth.

Cargo The texture of life and science in an interesting progression. Using this predilection, “Cargo” uses a style of metaphorical perception to show the essence of its characters. In reference to a certain mythology, the movie takes place on a space station that is a weigh station for souls on their way to reincarnation. While it moves in a sort of dance with existentialism, the film also speaks to the rigors or freedoms one feels within identity. The lead character is characterized as a demon by sorts but not in the way the Western world believes it to be. He is just trying to make sure balance is maintained as the masses are transferred at their time. The reflection on Earth of what his superiors per se would like him to do is both focused but undone. When an assistant finally arrives, their interaction is both stilted and oddly kinetic simply because she might be taking his lifeforce. In an odd way, the subway stop of the people is an interesting transgression on life but also what constituted the essence of worries, regrets and needs. The eventual transcendence of the lead character is understood but (like “Moon” starring Sam Rockwell) most of the film takes place in two rooms creating a claustrophobia that works for the loneliness at times it tries to cultivate.

Scales The essence of mythology is always an interesting texture. Shooting on a peninsula in Oman in black and white is a distinctly interesting progression and adds a degree of perspective to the proceedings of this film. The story follow a girl who as a part of the ritual of her village on the sea is fated as a baby to be given to the ocean for sea maidens to reclaim. While this is a test on an old wives’ tale, its structure within a Middle East setting is both universal and timeless. The film works well because it is both modern in a way and traditional. While the dialogue is sparse, the actions of the actors speak volumes specifically between the girl, afflicted from her youth with “scales” on her feet and the captain she eventually works with to learn a fishing trade. She is both part of a community and ousted from it, especially in regards to her parents (most specifically her father). Yet she is the salvation in many ways. The stark landscape of the desert rocks against the water are undeniably beautiful and one wonders of their starkness in color. But the black and white, especially on many of the night shoots, adds a sense of both foreboding and mystery (without the need for extensive special effects). However when meaning is needed, their explanation speaks volumes.

Make Up The notion of identity filters through this story of a girl who is existing in a natural but basic relationship and, by extension, world. What the film does through its use of claustrophobia in her domain is create a sense of both want and abandonment. She wants to be something darker or outside herself possibly. There are imprints of those ideas which are bathed in fingernails, perhaps a kind of succubus ode that she only needs to give herself into. When she decodes her ideas into what they truly need to be then the film understands itself. The psychology is simply one basked in dark streets but red velvet lit warmth. The texture of the colors alone plays to the reality of what Molly, the lead character, is. She feels safe in the breathe of her co-worker while her boyfriend leaves her cold (seemingly on his end as well since he becomes less and less interested physically in her). The performance of the lead actress keys into that sense of isolation without resolving to say exactly what is happening with her. As a result it feels like a coming of age reflected in a certain Lynchian ode to womanhood.

Rare Beasts The texture of happiness or what makes someone happy with themselves is not a straight line to traverse. Within this comedy of sorts, Billie Piper, who gained notoriety as a companion on “Doctor Who” (and was honestly one of the most fun sidekicks that character had in recent years) brings in both a nuanced and yet vivacious performance without losing track of her voice. There is a similarity to an earlier more independent piece in “Wild Rose” (which played SxSW in 2020) about a young girl finding her voice. While that was an interesting film (and another redhead) this is a much more mature film that has its best moments when it lets the characters sit. One specific scene between David Thewlis and the actress that plays Billie’s mom is undeniably tragic but truthful and told by simply looks. Piper’s timing is uncanny. Her romantic male foil played in specificity because of his foibles earns stripes but Piper is the bright light. The ending tends to play more metaphorical but doesn’t bow down to expectations. Like Olivia Wilde to a lesser degree (“Booksmart” played SxSW last year as well), there is a dynamic ear for music and certain flourishes. That said, parts of the film also seem inherently TV visually based in terms of set up, not to its detriment but to the possibilities. Piper’s voice also is integral as she wrote the script so the musings, especially those when she is walking down the street, speak candidly to the hiccups of life, which this film is not afraid of showing.

Red Heaven This documentary follows a group of people who undergo an experiment to isolate themselves for a year in Mars-like conditions to study how the isolation and approach of an actual mission would affect them. This means no internet and the responses from ground control to move back and forth across space at intervals of 20 minutes as it would on the Red Planet. The quarters are tight, no alcohol and outside time is limited and attained as it would if they were on Mars with space type HAZ-MAT gear. It is an interesting psychological exercise as the participants were chosen with the same criteria as the astronauts would be. The aspect of certain psychological traits including aversion and closeness is an interesting structure but not together unexpected. It would have been interesting to hear a little more of the German scientist’s thoughts in her own language since that is something even in a confined space that could be kept private. It is introduced in the beginning but not completely implemented. Also the delayed impact of the information of the terror attack in Paris to a French citizen involved in the experiment also integrates to a sense of detachment. All of the footage was taken inside the dome by the people inside so it has the texture of being what it is but also a specific fly on the wall concept (since it used some rigged cameras but also the people doing the interviews). It is a structure of a petri dish but one that will open eyes and reflect long expected perspectives in others.

Focused Progression & Independent Thinking: The 2013 Los Angeles Film Festival – Feature


The Los Angeles Film Festival continues to be a focused progression of independent thinking though a good part of the structure contains already distributed product. “Europa Report” (wonderfully realized) had been previously picked up by Magnet and central gala “Fruitvale Station” (very much an independent) had been scooped up by The Weinstein Company from Sundance on a well-deserved pitch for an Oscar base.

The blend however between independent and mainstream sensibilities continue to percolate as filmmakers and their influences continue to shift.


“I.D.” which takes place between the well-to-do section of Mumbai as well as its slums shows a young woman trying to unravel a mystery of a male painter who dropped dead in her kitchen. The use of extreme paradox works well here as it tries to shift the reasoning of poverty and the jarring progression of something as simple as an iPhone in a world different than ours. Ultimately the resolution is expected but the organic quality with which this reluctant woman makes her journey reflects well.


“Drug War”, from international favorite Johnnie To, is a complicated mass of work but really gets into the mind of a cop vs. drug lord in terms of thinking and loyalty. It reflects very solidly with something like Michael Mann’s “Heat” because there is the necessity of becoming something you don’t want to be when coming to an end game. The specific idea of a captain having to do cocaine in order to convince other dealers of his possibilities and then having to utterly destroy his body with ice water in order to bring it back from the high is distinctly visceral. The tension builds up which explains how most of the movie is every bit as energetic as the final shootout which is one of the better gunfights in recent memory.


Ain’t Them Bodies Saints”, even though picked up by IFC Films, definitely retains its independent flavor with a story of love separated, not unlike Terrence Malick’s “Badlands” in many respects. Casey Affleck takes on a more mature grizzled function than we have seen from him before while still resonating his stark turn in “The Assassination Of Jesse James”. Rooney Mara, best known as the title character in “The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo” gives an understated performance as a woman drawn into the violence of her husband’s world and who still pines for him when he goes off to prison. Rooney’s portrayal is interesting since it reflects her both as a person before her titular role but also shows the impact it had on her. Ben Foster plays a local policeman she once shot by accident and his relaxation into the role is unprecedented as he is much more known for jittery characters waiting to explode. The film is a study in stillness where life goes on despite tragedy inherent.

While the LAFF/Inside Reel interaction was brief this year with a couple other indies including “The House That Jack Built” and “Boxing Day” being reserved for TV interviews, the essence of the character base continues to shine on the streets of Downtown Los Angeles.

Three Is The Sunny Charm: The 3rd Annual Aruba International Film Festival – Feature

When landing in the country of Aruba, you know you have reached the promised land for the virgin beauty of its sand beaches and its warm and welcoming people. Another sign of paradise on Earth is the Aruba International Film Festival. For its third consecutive year, co-founder Jonathan Vieira and his great team of programmers (Margherita Di Paola, Rebecca Roos & Aaron Hosé) headed by maestro Claudio Masenza put together one more time a first-class event which needs to become your number one destination at the beginning of Summer.

One thing to notice this year was the over whelming enthusiasm for movies from the Caribbean with people’s favorites such as “América” (directed by Sonia Fritz) whose portrait of a young protagonist in the shadow of abuse and poverty is sure to touch everyone’s heart. It received a Special Mention from the Festival’s Jury. Another heart breaker but also a very uplifting and inspiring movie was the documentary “Children of the Wind” (directed by Daphne Schmon) following the rise to success of the windsurfing world champion team from Bonaire, an island near to Aruba. “Children Of The Wind” was this year’s recipient of the Audience Award and well deserved. Finally, let’s salute the maverick work of director Rebecca Roos and her touching “By Her Hand” which intertwines the portraits of several visionary women of Aruba. Needless to say this is “The Year Of Women” with these three notable motion pictures; a sure sign that the feminine voice of movie making is more vibrant and rocking than ever.

Other favorites fares from this year’s international programming includes the French “Godfather”-like picture “A Gang Story” (directed by Oliver Marchal) which features a thundering clash between two brilliant actors: Gerard Lanvin and Tcheky Karyo. Finally I have to be biased and salute the producing and directing success of my good friend Ryan Oduber who had two movies this year at the Festival: “Kima Momo 58”, an edgy and experimental short (with the ever sulfurous presence of actress and dancer Alydia Wever!) as well as “Awa Brak” (co-directed with Francisco Pardo) which was the happy winner of the Aruba Short Film Audience Award! Bravo Ryan, and I am humbled to be your friend.

Since this was the third year of the Aruba Film Festival, the organizers had decided to invite some charms to grace the celebration. With a radiant Virginia Madsen presenting the sweet movie “The Magic of Belle Isle” (side to side with the iconic Morgan Freeman) and the ever-charismatic Ray Liotta giving an in-depth conversation about ups and down of film making, we had a mesmerizing and inspiring ride into the magic of Hollywood. It felt as if suddenly Aruba had opened its own studio and was welcoming legions of filmmakers to produce future blockbuster hits. Is it a sign that it might be a good idea to indeed further develop a local industry since Aruba is located in such a key area of the Caribbean but is also just across from Latin America. Maybe it is an avenue worth exploring by the festival organizers and the local government.

Finally an explosive and fantastic innovation this year by the Festival was to put together some sensational musical nights! For our tremendous joy we were lucky to witness concerts by Latin superstars Juanes and Marc Anthony. Both suave men really set the night on fire and possessed our dancing souls. This was a strike of genius to mix music and movies in this way. Next year, let’s recommend the festival also program a movie directly in relation to the musical talent invited (one would have loved to watch again Marc Anthony in the legendary “El Cantante” for example).

After three solid years in a row, the Aruba International Film Festival has confirmed and affirmed a place among the many worldwide film festivals. It has become the number one film festival in the region and a highly recommended destination not only to delight oneself with films and music but also with the offerings of so many high0class hotels, restaurants and bars to sing and rock all night long! And, as it’s never too early to prepare for next year, we encourage you to look into booking your accommodation and trip right now. Also, on a final note, and, if you can’t wait (like myself!) until next Summer 2013, why don’t you join us in Aruba for the upcoming Caribbean Sea Jazz Festival on October 5-6. Come on, put on your bathing suit, your dancing shoes and let’s dance the blues!

By Emmanuel Itier

Special Thanks to the publicity team of Rogers and Cowan (Nikki Parker, Dennis Dembia & Erica Rand) and to the Aruba Film Festival sponsors: Hyatt Resort, BMW and the Aeropuerto International Reina Beatrix.

Independent Texture & Genre Structure: Los Angeles Film Festival 2012 – Feature

Finding different textures of independent cinema has always been the balance of the Los Angeles Film Festival equating this in equilibrium with its studio galas that permeate the middle of summer. While genre structures do play constructive, the influx of real impact documentaries continues to intersperse notions of social consciousness within the confab.

Late night always begets horror. “Saturday Morning Massacre” takes into account the notions of those friends and a dog who find themselves in trouble that might not work out. Using the “Scooby” satire mode without truly saying the inspiration seems to suggest an idea of over-the-top comedy and some good scares moving into a more “Evil Dead” arena. Instead the inflection plays at times more psychological with “Blair Witch” and the more recent “Citadel” [SxSW 2012] considered which includes the overdone texture of feral children. While the stoner mentality (especially with the happenstance structure of ectasy thrown into the mix) has a bit of fun, the eventual dismemberment sends the tone into a slightly different realm that is in-between at best.

Doing a movie on the notion of promoting a movie (and the ego that goes along with it) plays a tad lazy. From there, the idea of making a film about a film tends to become self fulfilling if one works in the business. The resulting genre tends to know itself a little too well because one simply takes experiences from real life and applies it. Here, in the example of “Red Flag”, the director (played by the director in question) experiences a breakup right before a tour. While on tour, he is approached by a seemingly obsessed fan who he quickly has sex with. His friend, a children’s book writer (in real life as well) falls in love with said girl as the director in question shirks her. While the film does express some of the interesting verite elements possible with the 5D, it still doesn’t offset that some movies just shouldn’t be made simply because they can. While some of the psychology can ring true, the dialogue itself was improvised from an outline which points to a lack of structure hoping for lightning in a bottle.

In contrast, taking a documentary where life simply reflects the drama that comes with it can seem almost as effortless. “Drought” however wills it to be and, by contrast, wants it to be (though it is by no means the absolute truth). This examination here of families in Northeastern Mexico points to the beauty of a cowboy existence when electricity, internet and such luxuries are not givens in life. The ideas of morality and survival interplayed by myths (at many times spoken by children on their own accord) give the progression a weight, especially when the entire clans have to pack up everything on their trucks and move away from barely completed shacks when the water dries up. The animals who interplay with their lives feed into this completely. While the brutality against the horses and cows can be unrelenting at certain points, it functions as a fact of life which paints the humans simply as functional animals continuing on their way to protect their young and fight another day.

The advent of the zombie movie may have run its course but the aspect of using Cuba from the inside out as a springboard creates a slightly different dynamic. While missed at the Miami International Film Festival, the buzz “Juan Of The Dead” created points to an interesting play on politics within the movie. While the comedy functions with inherent charm and the team that Juan, a father who doesn’t want to leave his country, puts together rocks, there is a thread of dread just hanging below the surface. Whether it treads on the basis of a juicehead that is afraid of blood, a transvestite with more cahones than half the guys in the bunch or a Romeo & Juliet coupling involving Juan’s daughter that he definitely doesn’t want happening, the movie knows it balance. While the storyline itself is wobbly at best, this haphazard crew figures itself out time and again creating a strong backbone. While the ending of the film points to a more cinematic finale than eventually plays out, it is still by all means entertaining. Like “Black Lightning” [Fantasia 2010], it takes mainstream US movie tropes and does its best with their abilities to fulfill them (though the CG is comparatively primitive) but this is without a studio involved and flying under the radar (though it is uncertain whether local or government help was offered with this production). In doing the Q&A, the director, whose wife and co-producer couldn’t get her visa to come to the US from Cuba in time, expressed interesting sentiments (albeit after a couple drinks) of what specifically the film can represent.

Using this aspect of politically charged motivation, the arena progresses from Cuba to the US/Mexico border with “Reportero”, a documentary backed by PBS’ POV program series. This specific inlay focuses on the history of the newspaper “Zuma”, a below-the-border periodical which, in attacking the notions of corruption and narco trafficking through the vista of Tijuana, pulls no punches. Like “Page One”, which examined the less life-threatening but still engaging plight of The New York Times, “Reportero” understands, even in making the film, that the battle continues on. The assassination of different journalists, who exposed traffickers and their organizations lived and died by their principles, definitely shows the stakes involved. Using older news footage and interviews of journalists since killed (sometimes on VHS quality), the intensity shows an issue, especially with the recent increase in violent killings on the border, that the problem is yet without balance or solution.

Intently, this notion of identity continues with the intersection of “P-047”. Unlike a film like “Mystery” [Cannes 2012] or even some of the documentaries showcased at LAFF 2012, this narrative, built in Thailand, points to a story of ambitious people who have no idea what they want to be or where they want to go. Following the notion of a locksmith who becomes a home invader who takes nothing, the idea explores the idea of ignoring the world while still wanting to be part of it. While the disjointed structure (probably interrelating to different parts of the lead character’s mind) plays with a certain kind of focus, the only true element of the film that works is within a hospital sequence. Here, the character in question meets up with a girl committed who under lock and key, simply likes to engage in the scents of the world wherever they may be, whether from a trashcan or a dilapidated building) providing a portal of senses. The resolution points to lives changing right around the corner but one that requires an action of some sort.

Moving simply to a more promotional structure, “The History Of Future Folk” as a basis of origin story for the NY based folk duo uses some interesting ideas of sci-fi while not needing to really push the boundaries as far as effects too far. What supremely helps along the entire process (which I would think is their doing) is the great aspect of scoring which gives the progression a needed sense of pacing. What is undeniably strong is using this as an inter-cutting mechanism between a fight on a roof and a tango with the two main characters. While distinctly a homage to “True Lies” in a way, the intention of what the film shows and the way it is presented makes it stick in your mind. Not to be discounted is the marketing hook of the red bucketheads of “Future Folk” which repeat with dexterous frequency through the entire film make sure that the point is not missed.

LAFF decided also with more frequency this year to include shorts as precursors to films, especially when the subject matter proved very continuous. Four specific shorts stood out for various reasons. The best in terms of overall function because of its grand chemistry both dramatically and with bouts of humor was “92 Skybox Alonzo Mourning Rookie Card” which follows the incessant story of two brothers trying to outdo each and ruining a family gathering. Its balance works in figuring out the humor and physical timing with genuine moments of heart which is not the easiest angle to accomplish.

Both “3113” and “Thumbsnatchers From The Moon Cocoon” show a dexterity of creativity from both the CG and stop motion textures respective simply because of the ambition of what was attempted. While “Cocoon” was more done in jest closer to a music video perception of say Alice In Chains’ “I Stay Away“, “3113” was purveyed more as a teaser, hinting at a larger meaning.

“Once It’s Started, It Could Not End Otherwise” as a short, by comparison is all about mood and mixed media. While the texture of its overall tendency for narrative is unexplained, its paradoxical placement of images was intense visually and, overall, affecting.

Examining different ideas of life and politics through less than conventional methods always sparks interesting conversation. Whether through the bleak but aspirational “Drought”, the political bloodletting of “Juan Of The Dead” or the real life war of words of “Reportero”, the Los Angeles Film Festival continues to program with a texture of thought and creation.

Truth Understanding & Vision Necessity: The 2012 Hollywood Brazilian Film Festival – Feature

Extracting a necessity of vision from a different country sometimes requires a perception of economic, social and political aspirations and troubles since all countries’ morality and customs are not one and the same, Lives are structure by the power in control and those who live it. The Hollywood Brazilian Film Festival, even within this ideal, shows a understanding of truth, despite at times being a little skewed.

The intentions of “I Will Raffle Off My Heart” resound in the ideas of the psyche that permeates old school culture. In an age of puritanical instigation on the part of Americanism, many forget that the oldest profession in the world has been around long before this country was ever formed. What this documentary, taking place below the equator, mixes in relishes the thought of “Brega” music as a feeling that encourages all in this matter. While the focus seems to rely more on the music, the light of the male versus female psyche in terms of disconnection with sex lurks just below the surface. The body language and notions related here are quite interesting if not accidental (though not quite). Specifically, the film portrays a couple different couples and families where an actual connection grew out of the act of prostitution which is, by definition, an interesting construct. The men within this portrait become the quiet ones with the women of the household doing all the talking which points to a psychiatric predisposition to domination. This, of course, remains buried in different musicians and singers talking about the impact of “brega” and how its rhythms move the heart. While this is intrinsic and parallel to what the film purports to be, the intonations floating below the surface are the more interesting texture.

The idea of “making it” or finding a way to rise above it all has been a stalwart of movies since the early days because the story of an underdog always appeals to the masses who are looking to “get away” from their lives. “Rania” tells the story of a girl with dreams but with notions that are firmly planted on the ground. The lead character wants to be a dancer with all the emotions and technique to make her dream work. The in-between rests within the reality of what is around her. Though she is capable, she relies on a broken family, a stripper friend and undependable boys in her life. As she spends more and more time at her friend’s club where she eventually starts dancing to make some money, the quid pro quo looks to swallow her up even as her hopes to leave both rise and fade, not because of  her talent but because of restrictions that family and duty put against her. The effective aspect of the movie is that it doesn’t hit the viewer over the head with notions of morality or intention in terms of the character. It just allows you to see her life both blossom and spiral out of control without exactly telling you where she is going.

Moving in a slightly different direction but relegating more to thoughts of nationalism, “Rat Fever” plays in a vibrant but different world of life captured luminously in black and white. There is something undeniably visceral about the picture yet when it tries too hard to make its point (specifically initiating thoughts of metaphor in the character’s actions) is when it becomes unbalanced. The moments of idealism and just being with friends whether it be at a backyard barbecue or in a flat where all manner of sexual desire is consumated, the world feels true buoyed by both the cinematography but also by an enigmatic use of music as score within the scene played by one of the on-screen characters. This intention, which provides undeniably connection to the characters’ listlessness, hopefulness or sheer grief, creates a tone that is not necessarily seen in most films. One shot of 4 people awaking in bed using an overhead tracking shot shows a clarity of vision and understanding reminiscent of Antonioni in terms of metaphors. The only problem is that the film cannot maintain this feeling within the scene or with the actors for any extended length of time. While certain actions, like that on a boat during a party, is supposed to reflect an aura of intimacy in an increasing bold world, they instead feel flat despite an exceptional performance of restraint, secrets and deference between mind and body by lead actress Nanda Costa who undeniably creates the effort of muse in a violent world wracked by misdirection.

Continuing with an even stronger structure than the year prior, the 2012 Hollywood Brazilian Film Festival continues to show the diverse voices below the Equator that attacks and discuss a variety of issues with an increasing distinct and stylistic eye.