Showing posts with label religious movies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label religious movies. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Alice Rohrwacher's CORPO CELESTE views today's Italy by way of religion and family

Opening theatrically simultaneously with this year's Opens Roads festival of new Italian cinema, CORPO CELESTE, the first full-length narrative film from Alice Rohrwacher (sister of one of Italy's top actresses, Alba Rohrwacher), is exactly the kind of movie with which Open Roads often graces us. But this one quickly picked up its own theatrical release via Film Movement, an unusual distributor that spies quality films with immediacy for use in its DVD movie-of-the-month-club and occasional theatrical release. This one proves a good, if not great, film about Italy today and how the country's religion impacts its citizenry (and vice versa).

Ms Rohrwacher, shown at left, who wrote and directed the movie, tells the story of a 13-year-old youngster named Marta, who, though born in Italy, has lived in Switzerland for the past ten years, which comprises most of her life to date. Now, she and her mom and her big sister are back in Italy, living with mom's extended family, and Marta is not having a very good time.

Well, of course. Italy is going through a bad economic and political period, so turning to religion for any kind of intel-ligent comfort or outlet, as shown here at least, simply will not work. By making her protagonist a kind of immigrant -- which is certainly in keeping with one of the main themes of this year's Open Roads (and probably with much recent Italian cinema) -- the filmmaker sets up an interesting premise.

How different Marta (played quite believably by newcomer Yle Vianello, shown above) would probably be, had she spent her entire life in Italy. Would she question authority, particularly that found in religion, so fiercely? Probably not. Certainly none of the other of her classmates do, while the adults on view seem to take it as a necessary... well, not evil, exactly, but maybe a necessary drudgery. As one male family member tells Marta regarding the annoying Catechism she must practice for her upcoming Commun-ion, "Learn it now, and then you can forget it." Which is pretty much the attitude toward religion that everyone takes. But not Marta.

The local priest, bored nearly out of his skull and hoping for a transfer soon to a better parish, is at best unresponsive. As played by the fine actor, Salvatore Cantalupo (above, left), the moonlighting dressmaker in Gomorrah, and last seen in New York in two Open Roads movies: Whatsoeverly (click and scroll way down) and Lo spazio bianco (click and scroll way down again), the fellow is less a villain than simply part of an increasingly problemantic country where religion, as does so much else including television and the media, simply exists to keep the power structure in place and the populace complaining about it as little as possible.

The woman who teaches the Catechism and prepares the kids for their Communion is very well played by a new (and probably local) actress named Pasqualina Scuncia (shown above, center, from a rear view). The scene in which young Marta baits her teacher, together with the response Ms Scuncia gives, is terrible, resounding and sad. As is a later scene in which a litter of newborn kitten is dispensed with -- without a thought for life, caring or -- hey, what's that question Christians love to ask -- "What would Jesus (or better yet, St. Francis) do?" And this is the religion that gets so worked-up about abortion?

Corpo Celeste is a particularly ugly movie visually -- which is, I suspect, exactly what its filmmaker was after. The panoramas we see look desolate and uninviting, as do the characters when they are caught simply thinking or staring. This is an Italy on, if not its last legs, probably its penultimate. Ms Rohrwacher offers a religious critique via visuals and few words, as in the scene in which the Catechism class (below) imitates the blind man healed by their savior. Perhaps the loveliest shot in her film is that of Jesus on the cross, floating face-up in the sea (shown at bottom), that provides a few moments of surprising beauty.

So what makes the movie only good, rather than great? For me, its because everything we're going to learn from the film has been told us with the first ten or fifteen minutes. After that, despite all the further incidents, it's simply business as usual. Some have evidently found a grace note in what happens at the climax regarding another family member and Marta. Fine: You could see this as sweet and moving -- if not a little sentimental. It is certainly believable that someone who spent most of the time "downing" Marta would suddenly rise to her defense, should an "outsider" make a nasty comment.

Finally, Corpo Celeste strikes me as an almost typically bleak-and-real festival film that garners a lot of praise at various fests but doesn't strike a deep chord in general audiences. We shall see. Portions of The Catholic Church in Italy have denounced the movie as sacrilegious, while individual priests have defended it as an important critique of their institution. The filmmaker herself has been told that an organization that trains Catechism teachers has shown the film in its programs -- to better develop teaching skills. (We're hoping it's using the movie as a negative, rather than a positive, look at Catechism training.)

Corpo Celeste opens this Friday, June 8, in New York City at the FSLC's Elinor Bunin Munroe Film Center. A few more screenings will be coming up around the country over the next few weeks. Click here and scroll down to see all currently scheduled playdates, with cities and theaters. As usual with Film Movement, a DVD will appear, along with possible Netflix and other streaming, eventually.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Sylvie Testud in LOURDES, Jessica Hausner's "miracle" movie at Film Forum


It's the quiet accretion of detail that may get to you first regarding LOURDES, the new film from writer/
director Jessica Hausner about that storied place where miracles are said to occur. From the opening shots of a dining room being set up for the infirm to take their meals, it is clear that we're in for something a little different.  Or a lot -- as it turns out.  First we see the room being arran-
ged, then the guards, the nurses, the patients and finally the routine.  All this is accompanied by such anachronous music (think The Song of Bernadette set to elevator muzak) that you might expect some nasty satire in store -- except that the filmmaker's style seems so calm and caring. Or perhaps simply observant?

Ms Hausner, shown at left, uses middle distance and long shots about as well as any filmmaker TrustMovies has seen in some time.  Her slowly roving camera (cinematography by Martin Gschlacht) takes in so much, and her choice of what to show us keeps insistently making us think about what we're seeing, and why, and what it means.  She doesn't provides easy answers, but rather a kind of consistent, continuous search.

Because the film is set in Lourdes, the town of Saint Bernadette, who is said to have experienced that miracle "vision," we of course expect something of the kind to happen here.  We are not disappointed, though neither are we made to feel particularly "good."  Because the film's central character is essayed by the very fine and very smart actress Sylvie Testud (La France, Fear and Trembling, A Loving Father), whose face quietly mirrors the world around her (her body is held in thrall to advanced Multiple Sclerosis), what happens here is anything but simple.

Ms Testud (above, in wheelchair) captures each moment with her slightly mousy face so fully and well that it is hard to imagine any other actress in this role.  She does not simply hold the film together, she makes it work equally with the writer/director by turning the miracle into something so odd and personal that we viewers are forced to confront it on her terms alone.

There are plenty of others here, whose terms we note, as well.  These include the head nurse, played by the still gorgeous Elina Löwensohn (above), who brings severely contrasting moods to the occasion, a middle-aged guard who is drawn to Ms Testud's character (Bruno Todeschini, below); the other sufferers, hoping for help; onlookers during the event, mostly women who evidently come here yearly (or more often? I'm not that acquainted with Lourdes' lore); and the "nurses" who look after the patients and sometimes look after the younger guards on duty (two photos below).  This interesting cast has been assembled with care and Ms Hausner uses it to good advantage.

In the end, we're left left with questions and yearning. We hope for the best, even as we probably reject the very notion of miracles. I wonder if Ms Hausner is exploring the idea of the sacred against the profane?  If so, it seems we're condemned to a state of blessed profanity.  This is such an interesting and unusual film.

Lourdes plays NYC's Film Forum beginning this Wednesday, February 17, for two weeks daily at 1, 3:15, 6, 8, and 10pm.