Showing posts with label Famous Rock/Folk Concerts. Show all posts
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Wednesday, June 26, 2013

The Wainwrights honor mom with Lunson's SING ME the SONGS THAT SAY I LOVE YOU


It's an odd but interesting experience to first become acquainted with a songwriter/
performer via the memorial concert that honors her life and death. Yet that's how it was for TrustMovies, as he watched the new musical documentary SING ME THE SONGS THAT SAY I LOVE YOU: A CONCERT FOR KATE McGARRIGLE. He'd heard McGarrigle's name over time but did not know she was the mother of Rufus and Martha Wainwright, but he had also not heard any of her songs that he was aware of. So the movie proved to be a kind of simultaneous introduction and good-bye.

Speaking quite honestly, it took me some time during this 108-minute film -- co-written (with the Wainwright siblings), directed and edited by Lian Lunson (shown at left) -- to warm up to the subject and her music. I finally did, more and more as the documentary moved on, and I am very glad I saw it. I believe that Sing/Love/Kate (as I'll call it for the sake of space) will prove something major for McGarrigle's many fans and might bring in some new ones like me, if they can be persuaded to see it. Ms Lunson has shot her film and the concert from which it is mostly taken in both color and black-and-white. Initially, it seems that color is used for the concert footage and black-and-white for the interviews and archival footage. But this division eventually crumbles, as black-and-white is used more and more often throughout.

Archival footage -- moving pictures and stills, even a letter from Daddy -- are shown and sometimes spoken, often against the music and song that McGarrigle created, and between the performance of the many musical numbers, we hear the assembled parties talk about Kate and her life and her music. (I realize that fans and friends will undoubtedly know who all these people are, but I wish that Ms Lunson has identified them more often as her movie unfurled.)

Evidently, this is one big musical family, where everyone was expected to join in, and some of the remembrances, especially by Rufus, are odd, charming and funny. Despite all this, the movie, so far as regards Kate McGarrigle, comes across as surprisingly impersonal. At the end of it, I had little more knowledge of the woman than I had at the beginning, though I at least have begun to know her music. This may be because the filmmakers already knew all this information, as do probably her many friends and fans. But movie audiences with less history could have used a boost.

Still, as this is basically a concert film, it's the music that counts most, and here, the movie hits it in spades. There are songs not only written by Kate McGarrigle but by others in the family (Heart Like a Wheel), and the performers who sing them include not only family members such as Rufus, Martha and Kate's sisters Anna and Jane but friends like Emmylou Harris and Norah Jones (above) -- not to mention a surprise visit and song from Jimmy Fallon and another wonderful performer who had me asking, "Is that a man or a woman?" When the end credits rolled I realized who this was: Justin Vivian Bond.

Some of the songs, to my taste were were a little tiresome and repetitive (you can often complete Kate's lyrics upon hearing the song for the first time), but others seemed quite wonderful -- Mendocino, Proserpina (the final song that Kate wrote, a lovely rendition of the Persephone myth), and that terrific song by Ms/Mr. Bond. Some of the harmonies we hear are simply gorgeous, and each performer -- family member or friend -- has his/her own distinctive style, with Rufus' coming through perhaps the strongest.

This fellow (shown above with Martha and further above, solo) has always struck me as something of a drama queen, but seeing as how this is all about his late mother, why not? Tears flow rather copiously from many of the performers throughout the film, until the concert doubles as a kind of musical "wake." And the story told here of Kate's final time is undeniably moving -- as is the final photo we see of the artist as a young woman, below.

Sing/Love/Kate -- a Canadian film via Horse Pictures that runs 108 minutes -- opens today for a two-week stint at New York City's Film Forum. Elsewhere? I would hope so -- certainly around Canada, if not the USA. I can't find the web site for Horse Pictures to check further, so if any of you know where that can be found, inform me.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Paul McCartney stars in the Albert Maysles & Bradley Kaplan doc THE LOVE WE MAKE


When TrustMovies invited a friend to the press screening of the new documen-tary THE LOVE WE MAKE -- a film by Albert Maysles and Bradley Kaplan that details the experience of ex-Beatle Paul McCartney during and after September 11, 2001 -- the response was immediate and firm: "Although I'm an admirer of Maysles, I cannot abide McCartney. Thanks, anyway."
I was surprised. What's not to abide?

While I haven't paid that much attention to the fellow above, since his Beatles days, at least, but in the meantime hearing and liking (or not) an occasional song, I am indeed a fan of Maysles and would want to view whatever he was currently interested in. And "currently," I guess, is the key word here, because the film is anything but, as it celebrates McCartney and the concert he organized that took place a decade ago last month.

On that "historic" morning when the attacks occurred, McCartney was on an airplane waiting to fly out of New York City. Grounded, he came back into the city and saw some of what was going on and determined to organize an all-star benefit concert which eventually took place on October 20, 2001, as The Concert for New York City. Kaplan and Maysles (shown respectively, at left and right, above), shooting on 16mm, black-and-white film, recorded McCart-ney in and out of his chauffeured car, meeting fans, organizing the event and rehearsing with his band, and at various interviews (Dan Rather's and Howard Stern's stand out, for differing reasons).

McCartney on the streets of the city, interacting with fans, is shot with Maysles' usual fly-on-the-wall footage, in which the photographer never intrudes. In fact, the only intrusive moment comes when McCartney introduces the documentarian to Billy Joel -- who clearly doesn't know who the filmmaker is and cracks a joke about measles and Maysles. Some interesting moments come as McCartney tries to be genuine and friendly with fans while keeping his distance and nurturing the ability to beat a hasty retreat when necessary. I suspect that the film will prove most affecting to fans who hang on the musician's every word. Others of us may find our mind wandering.

The in-rehearsal sections, which are strewn throughout (the editing, swift and conscious of pacing, is by Ian Markiewicz), are interesting, as well, and lead into the final section of the film, in which footage of the actual concert -- in color, and I am guessing not filmed by Maysles or Kaplan -- is inserted so that we get the sense of closure/nostalgia that may result, for some, in an emotional wave of remembrance and feeling. There is no doubt that Mr. McCartney deserves immense praise for having organized this concert, corraling so many top names, and bringing it all to fruition a mere 40 days from the time of the attack.

Hearing all the songs again, and seeing the policemen and firefighters being honored cannot help but bring back memories and pain. But for some, perhaps many, there may be other things going on. After a time, when one famous person, and then another and another shows up and takes his screen time, an unappealing sense of celebrity-its and entitlement affixes itself to the proceedings. And snippets of song after song, does not allow any of them to register as strongly as they might (for me, the one song, as performed and heard here, that seems to hold up brilliantly, deeply is James Taylor's Fire and Rain).

Even the then-new song that McCartney has written for the proceedings, Freedom, comes freighted with much more baggage now than the then-current and rather simple idea that we can't let the terrorists win by taking away our freedom. So much has happened to the USA meantime -- revealing our country to be as much of an aggressor as a victim, and to be so much less concerned with the welfare of its people and their environment than with the welfare of its rulers -- that McCartney's song, which the musician is shown rehearsing over and over and then performing, takes on a much darker shade. Instead of what I imagine the musician wanted us to think about then, now we might recall Orwell's Newspeak, or at the very least that Janis Joplin lyric: "Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose." 

The Love We Make (an Eagle Rock Entertainment release, running 94 minutes) is an interesting documentary, all right, if not quite in the way the filmmakers originally intended. It opens for a two-week run at Film Forum beginning this Wednesday, November 9, when Maysles and Kaplan will make personal appearances at the 8pm screening that opening evening. As you may be able to see (if you squint those eyes) at the head of the poster, top, this is "A Showtime Original Documentary," and so we shall see it eventually on cable TV.

(All photos are from the film -- except for that of Kaplan and Maysles, which was taken as the two accepted an award 
for their film Muhammad and Larry at 
photo courtesy of Marc Bryan-Brown Photography

Sunday, June 13, 2010

LET IT RAIN opens, Jaoui & Bacri score again; interview with the director

I think we look to the films of Agnès Jaoui -- The Taste of Others, Look at Me, and now LET IT RAIN (Parlez-moi de la pluie) -- for a kind of confirmation: the suggestion that life, however harried and bizarre, is full of marvelous little things, moments sad or sweet but often funny that quietly resonate.  There are plenty of these in this writer/director/
actress' new film, and they tumble, as usual, out of the behavior of her characters.  The husband in bed at the end of the day, feeling abandoned because his wife is reading; the French-Algerian young man who has decided to make a documentary and now must endure round-after-round of eyebrow-raising from the "French"; there's even a scene of characters getting high on pot that manages, against all odds, to break new ground.

Less apparently satiric than The Taste of Others, and less dark than Look at Me, Let It Rain tracks a would-be politician (played with relish and strength by Jaoui, shown at right); her current squeeze, the ever-affecting Frédéric Pierrot (below, right); her sister and that "abandoned" hubby; the documentary men, played by the singularly delightful Jamel Debbouze (shown at right, two photos down) and Ms Jaoui's real-life significant-other Jean- 
Pierre Bacri (shown at left, two photos down); the housekeeper of the family (also the Debbouze character's mother), and a handful more of  real but quirky people who bounce in and out of the situation -- which grows funnier, richer and quite a bit more complex as things progress.

Ms Jaoui likes to thrust us into the middle of the situation and let us find our bearings as we can, so it takes awhile for her movie to coalesce. But so real and well-limned seem the characters on view that most art-film audiences are likely to hang on and slowly-but-happily rise to the occasion that the movie-maker presents.  Along the way, we get some insight into French politics, family, farming, the immigration/"other" situation and of course lessons in amour.  One of the best of many good scenes takes place at the home of brother farmers who provide food for tummy and thought for our would-be politician and her film-making pair.

Let It Rain, from IFC Films, opens Friday, June 18, in New York City at  the Lincoln Plaza Cinemas and the Angelika Film Center, followed by a limited national rollout over the weeks to come.

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Our interview with Agnès Jaoui, as well as the screening of her new film, was overseen by Sophie Gluck & Associates -- one of New York City's premiere PR agencies for the handling of foreign films (and their filmmakers). We met Ms Jaoui one recent late spring afternoon at Manhattan's very contemporary Cooper Square Hotel, where the actress/writer/director looked radiant, even at the end of a long day of press interviews ("She gets better as the day goes on," noted her translator -- whom Ms Jaoui barely needed.) In the following, TrustMovies is shown in boldface, with Jaoui in standard type:

First off: Will you state your name aloud for me?

Agnès Jaoui.

(For readers who care about propriety, let’s tackle actually speaking the name properly: Agnès is pronounced Ahn-yes and Jaoui is pronounced Zhow-ee: Combine the “Ja” of the French name Jacques -- as in Cousteau -- with the “owie” of uh, well, “ zowie!” then place the accent on the last syllable. Go ahead, try it: We’ve got to show those French that we can master their pronunciation…)

I liked this film very much, but then I have liked all of the three films you’ve directed. I’ve even liked films that you’ve starred in but have not directed: 24 Hours in a Woman’s Life and — my favorite, I think – The Role of Her Life.

Yes, I like that one!

It one was so much fun! What, for you, are the biggest differences between acting in your own films and in someone else’s movies?

Acting in another’s movie is like… just a holiday!

I believe that.

Oh, yes, it is a holiday. Sure, I could say that sometimes it is hard because sometimes you are cold, or you are too hot. Or sometime your partner is ugly or mean. But no, really, it is just a pleasure, a holiday. Especially because I can also now choose the parts I want -- because I have no more financial necessity. Yes, it is really easy, making another’s movie compared to playing in your own movie. The other big difference is when I am playing in these other movies, I know that my director, he desires me. I mean…

You mean he has “chosen” you?

Yes, that’s it.

Well, maybe he desires, you, too! Why not?

No! (She laughs)

We’d better not go there.

Yes, he chose me. That is the right word. When I write for myself, I choose the role for me. And also, we never write me an “Oscar” part. Because I would be ashamed to do that.

You mean in someone else’s movie – or in your own?

I mean in my own. To write that kind of role for me. I would feel ridiculous, you know?

And when you say Oscar, you mean a César Award?

Yes. And in films like The Role of Her Life or 24 Hours…, for example, I would never have written those for myself.

I see what you mean. Your films are more modest, it seems to me.

Ummm… yes.

What I liked about this latest film is how inclusive it seems and how kind you are to all your characters. You see their flaws, but you don’t punish them for these flaws. They do that for themselves -- and very well.  (She laughs and shakes her heads, yes.)

I also like how so much happens in the movie: politics, filmmaking, romance; one love affair begins, another ends. Yet it is all sort of buried, most of it, and threads in and out throughout the film. And nothing is pushed. This is one of the things you do very well.

Thank you. Thank you very much. We tried!

You succeeded. And I think this is why a lot of Americans who go to art films or foreign films appreciate yours because they are not pushed -- in the way Hollywood often pushes things. You also mention in the press material that you were more relaxed with this film.

Yes, that might be the only thing I have learned since my debut is that you don’t need to be too stressful. Nothing needs to be too strenuous. You can always do it again, if you must. But I have a tendency to always want to be a “good student.” To never…

Make mistakes?

Yes, make mistakes. To be late, to spend more money than I have. To… to…

(Her translator pipes up: "To follow the rules"?)

Yes, to follow the rules, and again, to be a good student.

So you will get an “A”.

Exactly! Which is good. Because I am responsible, after all. And now I learn a little bit to be more relaxed....

Well, accidents can sometimes be happy ones.

Yes. And there are always solutions. The important thing is to always have distance on things. But sometimes this is hard, due to the rhythm of the shooting.

Is it harder to have distance when you are watching yourself perform?

This is very strange: Yes and no. For example, my conception of myself is very different from that of Jean-Pierre’s or that of my editor. Sometimes when I am editing, I prefer me in one take, but others say no, you are better in that other one. Sometimes I listen to them, sometimes I listen to me. So all this forces you to be very humble. When you are just an actress, to be beautiful is very important. But when you are shooting your own movie, really, after awhile, you see yourself so much, so often that you begin to see yourself as just an object. This is a very strange distortion. You even dream about yourself in a different way. You are used to your own face. But going there, sometimes, you are just somebody else. And soon, most of the time in fact, you just don’t care anymore how you look.

It seems to me your character in this film, Agathe, would make a pretty good politician.

I agree, yes.

Particularly by the end, because I think she has learned and changed. And because she can change and adapt, I have more faith in her. She might do very well.

I agree completely with you! Yesterday, there was a journalist who was very young and she was French, and she told me that she thought that I, as a director, did not have a very good opinion of politicians. But I said no, not at all. I did show somebody who was not a professional politician, but I think she will become a very good politician as she learns to be more concerned for others. I have now met a lot of -- how do you say? -- militants, and some of them remind me of the 70s, in their monomaniacal view. They are obsessed and not able to listen because they are so focused on their own ideas. On the other hand I have admiration for them. Without them, a lot of things would not be possible. You need to be focused on all that. Again, nothing is completely white or black. This Agathe character, I think I like her much more than does my audience in general.

That’s good. You should like her, since you are playing her!

Yes. Because I understand her and I know a lot of this kind of women who fight. They have to be "hard" to succeed. But in being themselves, sometimes they are too hard.

I think women always have to be a little better, a little harder, pushier. Unless they are just so beautiful that they can get away with stuff. But then, that beauty can create its own problems.

Exactly.

From which director for whom you’ve worked did you learn the most (and by this I mean both what to do and what not to do).

What not to do, I will not say or mention names. But I have learned the most from Alain Renais.

What movies did you make with him?

Same Old Song and Smoking/No Smoking.

You know, I did not realize who you were when I saw those movies. But next time I watch them I will be aware! So from Alain Resnais you learned the most. That’s nice – because there is a lot to learn there!

There is a lot to learn from him. You know how you sometimes would think that the works you admire the most, that you would also love the author of these works. Then you discover that… that…

The author is not such a great person. Yeah, right!

Yes, in fact, an awful person -- even though the movie or theater piece or music is wonderful. It is some dream you have when you are young, and it is hard to renounce that dream. But here, in this case….

You can love both the work and the man who made it.

Yes, exactly.

That is lovely to hear!

Yes, it is wonderful. It was really good to meet somebody and finally think, this is possible! I was thinking, after awhile, that this does not exist. That you have to be méchant -- mean -- to succeed. Yes, you can do beautiful work but you have to be a son-of-a-bitch. It was very unpleasant for me. Then I met him! Also, he is working as a painter. And my best friend is also a painter, and I felt he is somebody so creative, so… always looking for inventions and I like that very much, too. Also the relationship of trust he creates with all his crew and especially with his actors is another example. So now, always, I try to create this same thing with actors, as other directors -- like Resnais --have done for me.

(Agnes begins to cough a bit and I ask if she needs some water. Instead she lights up a cigarette. I tell her she should not be smoking, and she laughs)

I don’t smoke that much. Very little. And I began a few years ago, at the same time when everybody else was stopping....

Why? Because you have always liked to be different?

No, not at all. Other reasons. It was very strange… (We don’t go there, but back to the film.)

I suspect that you do your own casting. You probably use a casting director, but you must also know whom you want.

I am an actress and so I go very often to cinema and to legitimate theater. I love to discover new people. I don’t like to work so often with famous actors.

Because they are more difficult?

Not at all. May be it is a little bit silly, but I think they are already there. They don’t need me. They have their career, their money. And I have so much admiration for theater actors. And I know some of them who have never had the possibility of being on the screen, so for this reason I like to use them. And also as a spectator, if I see a new actor whom I do not know, it is much easier to very quickly see them as the character they are playing. In two seconds! Whereas if I see Al Pacino, whose work I adore, still, he is Al Pacino, and it may take me one hour before I think, OK, he is the character.

Also I think it is a chance for a director or story teller to use someone new, as in the case of this film’s character, Mimouna (the actress Mimouna Hadji is shown below, left), the middle-eastern mother and maid of the house.

Oh, yes—that’s what I also wanted to ask you about. I love how you handle the question of, well, we would say, immigration. But this is not really immigration because the Algerians have been in France now for generations.

Ah, but it is still immigration!

Right. You handle this so well in making them a part of the family. And yet, not.

That is exactly the point.

Yes.

And Jamel Debbouze (shown below). I love him. He is so good. He was in that French war film, Days of Glory, right -- and in Angel A? He is really special. I’ve never seen anyone quite like him.

And he is even more special than that! Because what you don’t know is that he is a kind of stand-up comedian in France, with his own TV show -- a real hero of France. The French people adore him because he is so funny, so witty, really one of the most popular guys in France.

We get the signal that our time is up. So we thank Ms Jaoui (and her translator) and Sophie Gluck, and hightail it uptown to our next screening.

(All photos above are from Let It Rain, courtesy of IFC Films.)

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

LEONARD COHEN: Live at the Isle of Wight takes us back to 1970


Longtime fans of Leonard Cohen (or latecomers and young-
sters who might won-
der what all the fuss was about) will want to see LEONARD COHEN: LIVE AT THE ISLE OF WIGHT.
To view Mr. Cohen some 40 years ago is a revelation.

By now we have heard so many of his songs done by so many other performers (and usually quite well; these people are generally better singers than was/is Cohen), that to see him performing his own work casts a special spell. (That's Cohen now, below, left, and Cohen then, below, right.) As a performer in 1970 the man exuded an amazing quiet; the simplicity of his delivery -- combined with his ability to bring poetry to his lyrics -- puts to shame so much of the overwrought stuff we've been getting for the past several decades. Cohen's lyrics are the real thing: not the pseudo-poetry -- empty and full of the deliberate obfuscation -- offered by many lesser artists.

Musically, Cohen's work is fairly simple and repetitive, as befits his monotone voice. He seems to be going up or down the musical scale, one line at a time. Yet this serves him well (or maybe he serves it: singer/songwriters tend to compose what they are able to perform without challenging their vocal abilities).

The Isle of Wight is an island just off England's southern coastline where, in 1970, 600,000 gathered, many of them "crashing" this third annual music festival, breaking down fences and other barriers, even setting fire to structures and equipment. (Woodstock this was not.) Anarchy reigned, and by around 2 am that morning, just after Jimi Hendrix had driven the crowd into a frenzy, it was hoped that Cohen, with his quieter music, might calm it down.

No less a performer than Kris Kristofferson seems still amazed at Cohen's abilities in that dark arena to bring the crowd to a hush. "He was such an honest performer," "Kristofferson recalls. "He didn't scramble after anybody's attention." The crowd let Cohen finish his entire set. However, notes Kris with some envy, they didn't give him the same chance. In addition to Kristofferson, we hear from Joan Baez, Judy Collins and Bob Johnston, who all speak with deep affection for the man and his work.

The producer and director of this concert film, Murray Lerner (shown at left), was able to shoot his footage in a remarkably intimate manner. We're on top of Cohen and his crew with better-than-ringside seats. We see almost nothing of the crowd, however, though we do hear their applause. At one point Cohen asks everyone to light a match and wave it so he can get some sense of who and where they are in the darkness. A few lights begin to glow -- "We're sorely in need of matches," he calls out to them -- but there must not have been that many smokers among the half million or more.

There is a similarity to some of the songs -- No Way to Say Goodbye and Suzanne, for instance, that surprised me, yet all of them are so good they can easily be sung by others and sound even better (as the recent Leonard Cohen: I'm Your Man soundtrack proves). At the end of his set -- the entire film, interviews and credits included, runs only 64 minutes -- the songwriter's simple "Good night, friends, and thank you. Really: Thank you," brings this beautiful little time capsule to a perfect close.

LEONARD COHEN: LIVE AT THE ISLE OF WIGHT opens Friday, January 22, at New York City's Cinema Village.