Showing posts with label Spanish documentary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spanish documentary. Show all posts

Saturday, May 4, 2019

Justice delayed (and delayed and delayed) in Almudena Carracedo & Robert Bahar's very necessary documentary about Spain's ongoing fascist history, THE SILENCE OF OTHERS


How long has this justice been delayed? Just ask (if only you still could) María Martín, shown below, the 83-year-old woman we meet first in THE SILENCE OF OTHERS. María's mother was taken by fascist dictator Francisco Franco's followers during the Spanish Civil War, shot and killed and then buried in a mass grave. María has spent the rest of her life trying to obtain -- no, not even a shred of justice, let alone vengeance -- only her mother's remains in order to give the woman a proper burial. Good luck with that.

María is only one of the several people we meet in this new documentary, directed and co-written by Almudena Carracedo and Robert Bahar (shown below with Ms Carracedo on the left), all of whom are awaiting justice. José María Galante (two photos below), for instance, lives just down the street from the man who tortured him (and others) over and over again during the Franco regime, yet has thus far been meted out no punishment for his crimes against humanity. How creepy and disgusting is that?

But filmmakers Carracedo and Bahar are not the type to unduly raise their voice or dabble in heavy melodramatics. Instead they present their case (compiled over a period of six years) quietly and methodically, in which only a few of these justice-seekers are shown us, along with the folk (lawyers and so forth in both Spain and Argentina) who are helping them along. Spanish justice, it would seem, moves at the pace of a snail on tranquilizers and includes what some of these people refer to as "the law of forgetting."

When, at the end of Franco's dictatorship back in the 1970s, amnesty was finally given to political prisoners, this amnesty only came with the requirement that equal amnesty be given to those to tortured, murdered and stole both the babies and even some of the older children of the vanquished. Where, for god's sake, is the "justice" in any of this? And yet, as the documentary makes clear, those seeking justice have kept pushing for it down the decades.

The filmmakers also offer us enough history to at least partially understand the background of what happened in Spain and why it so divided this nation. Which remains, by the way, as divided as ever. We see the Spanish equivalent of America's dumbed-down, hate-filled and utterly "conned" right-wing populace (above), as well as those who keep fighting for some semblance of justice, along with some of the testimony -- staggering, moving and surprising -- of those who were tortured.

One elderly woman (I believe her name is Ascensión Mendieta), above, center, must travel at her very advanced age to Argentina and back because the Spanish courts refuse to even take up the case of the victims here in Spain. Yet, according to the Argentine lawyer who does take the case, if the Spanish courts would or could only hear the testimony of these survivors, they might finally be moved to action.

Will Spain ever confront its fascist past in any probing, meaningful manner? We shall see. Meanwhile, this new and award-winning documentary provides yet another step in what is sadly a very long process. That the first and only monument/sculpture (below) dedicated to these victims was itself riddled with bullet holes by the evening of the first day of its unveiling speaks volumes about a Spain still halfway in thrall to fascism.

From Argot Pictures, in Spanish with English subtitles, and running 96 minutes, The Silence of Others has its U.S. theatrical premiere this coming Wednesday, May 8, in New York City at Film Forum for a one-week run. Other playdates? There'll be plenty. Among them: Laemmle's Music Hall in Los Angeles on May 24, and here in South Florida at the Tower Theater, Miami, on June 7. Click here to learn if there's a theater near you.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Norbert López Armado's & Carlos Carcas' architecture doc opens: HOW MUCH DOES YOUR BUILDING WEIGH, MR FOSTER?

Architects are more and more in the movies these days. Over the past few years, we've had the likes of Louis Kahn, Frank Gehry (and why isn't the Gehry film listed on the IMDB or as part of the oeuvre of its director Sydney Pollack?) and Charles Eames getting their very own movie (though Chas had to share his with wife Ray). Now comes Sir Norman Foster, a knight of the British realm, whose name is new to me -- clearly, TrustMovies doesn't follow architecture: at least, not until a movie is made about that architect -- but whose work, when you see it all together as you do here, is pretty damned impressive.

Filmmakers Norberto López Amado and Carlos Carcas (shown above, with Señor Carcas on the right) have put together a relatively short but slick and quite enjoyable documentary, HOW MUCH DOES YOUR BUILDING WEIGHT, MR. FOSTER?, about the man, his history and work to date, which takes in an enormous array of projects -- office buildings to airports to bridges -- worldwide.

Beginning with (and repeating again at nearly the end) a group of skiers, Foster among them, the movie shows us why this odd skiing event takes on rather incredible meaning, once we have gotten to know the man and his mission for himself and his buildings. Mr. Foster (above) is one of those rare British birds who have managed to escape their "class" and rise to the pinnacle of their field -- no mean feat for a lower-middle-class boy who loved everything "airplane" but who managed to become one of the word's great architects rather than an airline pilot (though he does, now, pilot his own plane).

López Armado and Carcas connect some of the larger dots along Foster's route to stardom (how he came to apply for architecture school in Manchester, England, eventually ending up here in the U.S. at Yale University) but spend even more time showing us his generally wonderful work (one of which, the Swiss Re Building, is above), explaining with brevity and fine visuals, why it's so important. (The end credits give a helpful listing of each building shown -- under an even more helpful heading of the country in which each has been built.)

Along the way, we see and/or hear from an interesting array of other architects and personages -- the ubiquitous Bono, Buckminster Fuller (who is responsible for the film's somewhat bizarre title), Richard Rogers (Foster's former partner, above, and no, not the late Broadway composer), Paul Goldberger (who has called Foster the "Mozart of modernism") and artist/sculptor Richard Serra, among them.

But mostly, it's the building (above), the bridge (below), the airport (two photos down) -- what they are, where they are, and how they came about -- that count. As befits Foster's work and career, the film seems more than a little international. (In these difficult financial times, "Building a global practice is the key to survival," the architect notes.) Certainly his largest and most spectacular edifice is the airport in China, but Great Britain's Sainsbury Centre for Visual Arts or that HSBC bank in Hong Kong (in its time, the most expensive building in the world, and one that nearly bankrupted Foster's business) are pretty special, too.

From almost the first, Foster has been concerned with the environment, building the first British hi-tech office building, and using 20 per cent less steel -- most of it recycled steel, at that. These days the fellow is working on creating the first carbon neutral city in the world. A dream? Maybe. Certainly a wake-up call. And if anyone might do it, it's this guy.

The film has been written and narrated (the latter quite well, in a quiet, almost whispered voice, as though some important secrets will be revealed -- which perhaps they are) by Deyan Sudjic. In addition to its Spanish co-directors, there are some estimable members of the Spanish film and television community associated with its production: Joan Valent (composer), Imanol Uribe (associate producer, and a fine director in his own right) and Elena Ochoa (who these days doubles as Mrs. Foster).

Oddly, it's the Foster building closest to me that I find the least impressive (and only from a exterior, visual aspect): that very modern tower atop the old Hearst Building at Eight Avenue and 56th Street in Man-hattan (shown at right). I've only been in it once or twice and can't vouch for what it's like to work in, but visually, from the exterior view, it does not at all fit into its surrounding environment and so stands out like the proverbial sore thumb. The AOL-Time Warner building just a couple of blocks away, on the other hand, works better -- if only by virtue of being able to dwarf everything around it into de-sign submission. However, as befits Foster's insistence on "green" architecture, the Hearst Tower is the first office building in NYC to receive a Gold LEED rating from the US Green Building Council, and so, environmentally speaking, it is way ahead of the game.

How Much Does Your Building Weigh, Mr. Foster?, yet another fine documentary from First Run Features, will open this Wednesday, January 25, in New York City at the IFC Center, having already played Chicago, Boston, Seattle, San Francisco and Cary, North Carolina.  Click here for all currently scheduled upcoming playdates.

All photos are from the film itself except those of the directors, courtesy of the San Sebastian International Film Festival
and of Richard Rogers, which is by Andrew Zuckerman
and Hearst Tower, cribbed from the web.