Showing posts with label fundamentalism on film. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fundamentalism on film. Show all posts

Saturday, March 21, 2020

Blu-ray debut for another under-rated Philip Ridley film, THE PASSION OF DARKLY NOON


Only eight months ago, we were treated to the Blu-ray debut of Philip Ridley's first full-length film, The Reflecting Skin, and now we're graced with the same for his second feature, THE PASSION OF DARKLY NOON.

Released theatrically back in 1995, the film not only holds up far better than it did (for most critics) at the time of its release, it actually seems a much stronger film today, what with its major theme of how religious fundamentalism destroys lives being ever more timely and important.

Though Mr. Ridley, pictured at left, has only three full-length films (a sort of trilogy, the filmmaker has suggested) to his credit (his last was the dark, marvelous and best-of-the-lot Heartless from 2010), the man -- as we learn from the superb 20-minute appreciation by James Flower that is part of the disc's Bonus Features -- is a polymath: a fine artist, writer, playwright and filmmaker. He can probably cook, too.

As much as I love Ridley's work, and even after viewing and listening to Mr. Flower's fine appreciation, TrustMovies feels that each of the filmmaker's movies has been better than its predecessor. On second viewing, The Reflecting Skin -- a kind of indictment of America and its supposed values -- simply bites off more than it can properly chew, interesting as it is to contemplate, as well as gorgeous to view.

The Passion of Darkly Noon, on  the other hand, for all the drama and melodrama on hand, tells its urgent story extremely well, with literally every scene and theme necessary and contributing by the finale to a quite satisfying whole. The title role -- an unusual one for the actor Brendan Fraser (above) -- is played very well indeed, as are all in the quintet of supporting roles.

In the film's opening, we see Darkly running and running through a forest until he collapses and is later found by a local (the uber-charming Loren Dean, above), who transports him to the nearest house, inhabited by Callie (Ashley Judd, below, who has never looked hotter nor more gorgeous)

and Clay (Viggo Mortensen, below, who always looks hot and gorgeous). Initially, it's only Darkly and Callie in this large house (he has a room atop the barn), and romance soon blossoms -- at least for one of these two. "We want you to be part of our family," Callie tells Darkly. "Don't ruin it."

The characterizations, via the excellent actors as well as from the screenwriting (also by Ridley), is strong and true. Even though the characters here tend to be either kindly or crazy -- one of these, the local undertaker, delightfully played by the late Lou Myers, is both -- the characterizations are nuanced enough to seem real and easily engage us.

The final member of the supporting quintet -- played with her usual truthfulness and ferocity by Grace Zabriskie, above -- is the craziest, for good reason. Together, these folk dance around and with our troubled Darkly. Add the boy's dead but still crazy parents to the mix, and you have an excellent recipe for disaster.


Ridley's penchant for fascinating byways -- into caves, hot springs (above), fantasy and really oddball visuals (the giant floating shoe is my favorite) -- is on full display.

Yet even the most unusual of these gets its own delightful, out-of-the-blue, well, of course! moment at the finale, making The Passion of Darkly Noon a very special kind of entertainment indeed.

The Blu-ray transfer is a very good one, and don't let the above photos fool you; they were all I could find, and they do not reflect the quality of that transfer.

From Arrow Video (distributed in the USA via MVD Entertainment Group/MVD Visual) and running a just-right 101 minutes, the movie arrives on disc -- with beaucoup Bonus Features -- this coming Tuesday, March 24, for purchase (and I hope somewhere, for rental, too). The shot of the barbed-wire bloody Fraser, two photos above, may give certain viewers an idea from where Paul Schrader got his inspiration -- other than from the Crucifixion itself -- for the finale of First Reformed.

Thursday, November 29, 2018

MARTYR: Mazen Khaled's fantasia of love, death, grief--and imprisoning religion/tradition


It is difficult to imagine, after viewing MARTYR -- the new movie from Lebanese filmmaker Mazen Khaled -- that the film was not hugely divisive, both in its home country of Lebanon and elsewhere. This is one of the most homoerotic movies I have ever seen, while remaining just this side of anything obviously/overtly homosexual. There are good reasons for this particular artistic stance. Writer/ director Khaled (shown below) is exploring a Muslim society in which the
highly religious adhere to a strict code that, by not allowing nearly as much interplay between male and female as does most of western society, pushes young men together into kinds of "closeness" that cannot help but move from mental, physical and spiritual into the sexual, especially when some of these men are, of course, already genetically programmed to want and need the kind of love from each other that can best be expressed sexually.

Further, while fostering homoeroticism, the restrictive nature of the Muslim religion allows for less privacy. The movie's "hero," Hassane (played with fraught intensity by a beautiful newcomer, Hamza Mekdad, below, being carried), can't even masturbate in peace while taking a shower -- thanks to his parents' constant badgering.

Khaled's film is a fantasia of visuals and themes -- imagined and real, on land and sea, impressionistic, grounded, emotional, some of these even danced and sung -- about attraction, love, employment, economics, death and grief, all sifted through the sieve of the kind of fundamentalist religion that controls all.

The bare bones of the story could hardly be simpler: a day in the life of Hassane, his family and friends. Yet within all this resides every major emotion and event you could ask for (except perhaps some humor). The movie is elliptical, however; don't expect to have everything explained in typically expository fashion.

Instead of looking for work (or simply showing up at the jobs some of them already have), Hassane and his pals take a day off at the beach, above, where the popular sport is to take a somewhat dangerous dive or jump (below) from a favored point above the water.  One particular dive changes everything, and from there the movie fills with questioning and grief, as the group begins to pine for what might have been.

Characters explore the thoughts and feelings they are unable or unwilling to vent in their actual life -- via dance (below, in the closest thing to something homosexual the movie offers) and choral keening (from Hassane's mother and her peers), even as the movie continues its immense and near-constant fascination with the human body, skin and touch.

Moving from documentary-like footage to philosophical inquiry to religious ritual to the question of what the title term actually means, Martyr balances the formal with the elliptical, finally arriving full circle back to the sea -- and the skin.

Don't expect something at all standard here, but if you approach the film in anything like the spirit in which it was conceived and executed, I think you will find yourself enmeshed and enraptured by its beauty, while saddened at the picture of male youth wasted and/or sacrificed to tradition and religion.

From Breaking Glass Pictures and running 84 minutes, the movie opens this Friday, November 30 in Los Angeles at Laemmle's Glendale and then on Friday, December 14 in New York City at the Cinema Village. In between times, on Tuesday, December 4, Martyr will have its release on DVD and VOD (the latter via iTunes, Amazon Prime Video, Google Play, Vudu and FandangoNOW).

Saturday, July 21, 2018

Nabil Ayouch's RAZZIA: a Moroccan apocalypse of great beauty and even greater sadness


Moving from the Atlas mountains of Morocco in 1982 to the city of Casablanca in 2015, RAZZIA begins with the art of  teaching via a fine, smart teacher and his class of students that includes one boy who has a bad stutter and with whose mom our instructor is romantically involved. When we cut to Casablanca, we see a march of fundamentalist Muslims, a beautiful woman (pictured above) dressed in far too Western a style to please those fundamentalists, and a dead bird on the beach that must be properly buried.

The filmmaker here is a fellow named Nabil Ayouch, whose earlier and quite wonderful movie, Ali Zaoua: Prince of the Streets, TrustMovies covered  back when he was writing for the late, lamented Greencine Daily. That film dealt with a band of Arab street boys and what happens when one of their number is killed. With Razzia, Ayouch has opened his canvas much more broadly, as his film moves back and forth between mountain and city over 33 years and includes a huge cast and a number of important characters that share the spotlight. Some of the people we see in both time frames, others are shown only in recent times. All are brought to life with immediacy and specificity.

Initially I imagined Razzia was the name of one of the characters here. But, no. Instead, a little research brought up this following definition, which fits the movie's themes quite handily: a hostile raid for purposes of conquest, plunder, and capture of slaves, especially one carried out by Moors in North Africa. While there is no actual "raid," in Razzia, the movie views Muslim fundamentalism as pretty much the same thing.

In the 1982 Atlas mountains sequence, a teacher (Amine Ennaji, above) is silenced and must leave his teaching post because of "reforms" that force religion into everything, destroy scientific learning, and insist that the students study in Arabic -- a language they do not even understand, as they are Berber.

In the Casablanca of 2015, we pick up the life of  that classroom stutterer, now a middle-aged man (Abdellah Dedane, above, right) who works for a Jewish restaurateur (Arieh Worthalter, above, left, and below) in the bustling city.

Our heroine, Salima (Maryam Touzani, below) seems to be in a sort of relationship with an attractive guy, but like so many Arab men he, too, appears to be, if somewhat unknowingly, misogynistic.

Finally we have a young man (played with mounting fire and anger by Abdelilah Rachid, below) who's part of a local rock band and who worships at the altar of Freddie Mercury. Is he also gay, as was Mercury? The subject is almost raised, but we never really know, and perhaps this is one Muslim taboo too many for the filmmaker to engage.

All these characters move and interest us as they wander about Ayouch's vast canvas (the screenplay comes via him and Ms Touzani), with some of them connecting to the others in particularly strong fashion. The many shiftings from past to present are never confusing, and little by little we learn enough about the various characters that they begin to matter more and more.

The movie ends with a double dose of violence -- at a party and in the streets -- that makes it seem as though some kind of Moroccan apocalypse has occurred, followed by a few moments of peace at the beach. All this proves a stunning resolution to a film, the ambitions of which are great and the execution of which is perhaps even greater.

Though lauded at various international film festivals and chosen as the opening night selection at the New York Jewish Film Festival, Razzia never managed to procure a theatrical release here in the USA. So let's be grateful to First Run Features for making its DVD debut possible. The film -- running 109 minutes -- hits the street this coming Tuesday, July 24 -- for purchase and/or rental.
Note: Razzia is now also available 
on VOD, via Vimeo-on-Demand.

Sunday, April 8, 2018

April Sunday Corner with Lee Liberman: The Handmaid’s Tale, Season One




Genesis 30:
And when Rachel saw 
that she bore Jacob
no children, 
Rachel envied her 
sister and said 
unto Jacob, 
“Give me children, 
or else I die… " 
And she said, 
"Behold my maid Bilhah; 
go in unto her, 
and she shall bear 
upon my knees, 
that I may also have 
children by her. "

Margaret Atwood’s enduring 1985 novel retold on HULU will debut Season Two on April 25. The following is a review of Season One, already celebrated with Emmys, Golden Globes, and other awards. Show creator Bruce Miller (above), Colin Watkinson (cinematographer) and the early input of Reed Morano (director of the first three episodes and herself a cinematographer) have recreated the novelist’s vision of an America subverted by a religious cult with the same creepy authenticity of the novel. The headquarters of her dystopia (“a bad place”), Gilead, is Harvard, which began as a Puritan theological seminary in Cambridge, MA, 1636. Atwood takes us back to our 17th century Puritan roots and witch trials, and by inference, to misogyny through history. Misogyny darkens our thoughts still with ongoing threats to abortion and birth control and conflicts with theocratic Muslim regimes. Although Atwood penned her novel during the Reagan-era ascendance of the Christian right and Moral Majority, the story stays current.

Atwood (above) has said she did not include anything in her novel that has not already happened in real life or that may not be happening somewhere now. (Paying tribute to Atwood’s imagery, women demonstrated against anti-abortion legislation in several states and WDC in 2017 dressed as Handmaids; see photo at bottom.) Its resonance has led the novel to have been translated into 40 languages, made into film, opera, ballet, and couture fashion too.

The still-life color palate of Gilead is photographer Reed Morano’s distinctive contribution and its painterly quality gets trapped in your head like a memorable Vermeer (although relieved by flashbacks to pre-Gilead times, filmed naturalistically with hand held cameras). What sticks most is the deep red of body-shielding Handmaids’ cloaks  —  the color of prostitution, menstruation, the scarlet letter of adultery  —  and red lines of women under duress.

The premise here is of an unlivable America ruined by unnamed environmental catastrophes. Population and childbirth have plummeted, many adults are barren. Fundamentalist Christians have staged a coup, massacring U.S. leaders. To control reproduction, the regime segregates women according to their value — the fertile ones become Handmaids, parceled out as temporary property, fertility slaves, to powerful men and their barren wives for childbearing.


The Handmaids are indoctrinated by ‘Aunts’ who teach conformity and obedience alternating praise and torture (below).

Marthas are the domestics, Unwomen are designated to clean toxic waste; Gender Traitors (gay persons) are killed or tortured, and Jezebels are assigned to brothels for powerful men. Gilead is a curated place, says director Miller — inorganic and intentional.

The Handmaid of our tale, Offred, is played by Elizabeth Moss (Mad Men, Top of the Lake), choking us on Gilead and herself. Named for her “Commander” Fred, she is now ‘of’-‘fred’ (Joseph Fiennes, of the irresistible Shakespeare in Love ). Fred’s wife Serena Joy (Yvonne Strahovski) had been a gifted televangelist in the cult that brought about Gilead. She is now neither serene nor joyful having made no gain from the revolution. It insures that she sits mostly at home knitting for the child from her handmaid — an agent of her own oppression.

This apocalyptic Brave-New-World is qualified by Atwood’s intention to arouse sympathy and worry for her characters. In order to get inside Offred’s head, the camera smothers her closely. The effect is to convey the sense of claustrophobic entrapment by commander Fred and wife whose modus operandi is the holier-than-thou of a Mike Pence and a Phyllis Schlafly. Offred says, “Handmaids are two legged wombs, that’s all: sacred vessels, ambulatory chalices.”

This is borne out by the most pious event in Gilead (above and below), a monthly ceremony recreating the biblical imagery of Jacob, Rachel, and her handmaid Bilbau. Fred reads a Bible verse; Offred lies between Serena Joy’s legs, her head in her mistress’s lap while Fred deposits sperm in Offred — a tableau filled with suppressed rage, jealousy, and shame.

A fourth character figures here, Fred and Serena Joy’s young driver, Nick, (Max Minghella). After months of the Handmaid’s failure to conceive, Serena Joy faults her husband and arranges for Nick to stand in for Fred during Offred’s fertile period. It leads to pregnancy and Offred’s first genuine emotion since her capture.

From here on, the action moves from her desperation to stay sane to hope and thoughts of escape. The novel and first TV series ends with uncertainty about the fates of Offred and the family of her own from which she had been abducted — Luke, her husband, who has made it to Canada, and their daughter, Hannah, now a captive of Gilead.  (Shown below, on the run before capture.) 

Season One reprises the essence of Margaret Atwood’s novel and ends like the novel with uncertainty. Atwood has collaborated with Bruce Miller for the next chapter in her characters’ lives, thus the new HULU series is a joint literary and media event.

As a footnote, one can’t help ruminate on the historically repetitive, seemingly endless parade of violence against women. Environmental causes have been put forward in the case of The Handmaid’s Tale, and there are genetic rationales: men oppress women because they can.

My own view puts these together with the thinking of British scholar Steve Taylor; he wrote in Psychology Today ( 8/2012) that women’s sexual power, perceived as inability to resist arousal in the face of temptation, affronts the male need for power and control. Misogyny, then, cut loose in civil or environmental disorder, may be revenge for testosterone-driven sexual drive.

The above post was written by our 
monthly correspondent, Lee Liberman.

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

So much more than it might initially appear: Rama Burshtein's THE WEDDING PLAN


When, a month or so back, we caught a trailer for THE WEDDING PLAN at a local movie house, this new film from Rama Burshtein looked for all the word like some silly Israeli sitcom/rom-com in which a bride-to-be is dumped by her man but decides to go ahead with a wedding anyhow -- in hopes of finding a new groom in time for the deadline. Oy! Right? But hold on. Burshtein, a born-in-New-York-City filmmaker (shown below) who works in Israel and who gave us the interesting Fill the Void a few years back, has more on her fervid mind that mere laughs and romance.

Ms Burshtein is interested in everything from the Jewish religion (Orthodox-style) to faith, psychology (she's quite astute in this department), love and limerence. And her heroine, Michal -- beautifully played by newcomer Noa Koler (above and below) with a ripe combo of intelligence, desperation and genuine appeal -- is no typical ditz, even though she does do a number of ditsy things in the course of this funny, surprising, and finally somewhat unsettling film. Burshtein and her leading character question an awful lots of the things that the Jewish orthodox religion would prefer that we take for granted and then shut up about.

Chief among these is -- as usual with any fundamentalist religion -- the male prerogative. But more than merely bashing us menfolk, Burshtein points the finger of guilt just as squarely at the gals and how they react to the idea of marriage and men and being saved and sheltered. Not that this is all so wrong, mind you, but it's more about how this attitude can come to control one's life choices.

What makes the movie most enjoyable and penetrating, however, is the way in which the filmmaker treats all her characters: She lets us see them as they are, and not simply via her heroine's perspective. Consequently, they're richer and more interesting people -- from the unusual matchmaker, a visit to whom begins the movie, to Michal's friends and relatives (above), and especially the prospective "grooms" (a date or two with each that the movie treats us to).

From the initial no-can-do bridegroom (above) to the unusually alert and empathetic fellow Michal meets on her trip to the Ukraine (below), these guys are not the nitwit why-bother "dates" with which so many rom-coms regale us. The movie also makes it clear that this woman's self-image is not all that it might be (note how Michal manages to somehow reject what is being offered to her again and again).

As D-Day approaches and the possibilities seem to lessen, Ms Burshtein would appear to be painting her heroine into a corner from which she can't escape. But not quite. The filmmaker's insistence on addressing faith, religion and a woman's place in all this pays off -- but not at all in the way you will expect.

TrustMovies  could be way off-base here, but it seems to me that the filmmaker is indicting orthodox Jewish religion as offering its women far too little too late, thus forcing them into the kind of servitude (to god, or so the religion says, but funny how it's really to men) that renders them second-class. But how to get out of this?

Burshtein offers more questions than answers. But her questions are intelligent ones, and her movie is as thought-provoking as it is entertaining and smart. Just like her heroine.

From Roadside Attractions and running 110 minutes, The Wedding Plan opened last weekend in New York City and hits a number of other cities this Friday, May 19. Here in South Florida, it will play the Miami area at the AMC Aventura Mall 24, Regal's South Beach 18 and The Classic Gateway in Fort Lauderdale. In Palm Beach County look for it at the Regal Shadowood, Living Room Theaters, Cinemark Palace 20 and Movies of Delray and Movies of Lake Worth the latter on May 26), and the AMC City Place 20. Elsewhere around the country? I'm sure so, but I have not been able to locate a link to the locations in other areas. Good luck, as this movie is worth seeking out.