Showing posts with label unreliable narrators. Show all posts
Showing posts with label unreliable narrators. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

This year's WTF doc arrives: Maíra Bühler & Matias Mariani's I TOUCHED ALL YOUR STUFF


Or is this film actually a cleverly put-together narrative posing as a documentary? TrustMovies went into I TOUCHED ALL YOUR STUFF having paid little attention to the press release (these sometimes give away the store) and so imagined that it was indeed a new doc. But after watching the 90-odd (increasingly odd) minutes, if you told me almost any crazy thing about this movie, I'd have to consider it as at least a possibility. It's that bizarre.

There is probably an entirely other movie to be made about how the two filmmakers -- Maíra Bühler and Matias Mariani, shown above -- came into contact with their prime subject and managed to put this wayward and way-weird movie together (I think they'd call it "The Making of I Touched All Your Stuff"). But what we have here seems to be a "true" shaggy dog story all about immense injustice (to whom and because of what actually changes during the course of the storytelling), a naive dweeb, a mystery woman, Pinocchio, and the hippopotami of Colombian drug lord, Juan Carlos Ortiz Escobar. And that's just for starters.

As the movie progresses (if that's quite the right word) via talking-head interviews, especially with our "hero," one Christopher Kirk (shown at top and above), who appears to be... in prison, along with re-creations, computer files, travel footage and especially Mr. Kirk's constant narration, it takes at least a half hour for us to figure out that we're maybe seeing the all-time dumbest sucker-in-love (above) coupled to the most over-the-top femme fatale (below) in movie history. What a combo! But wait.

The movie moves along via chapter headings that seem alternately funny and weird (not unlike the movie itself). For a time we imagine we're getting a dose of culture clash of a very unsettling order. Then suddenly we're in Lapeer, Michigan (below), visiting the all-American family of our strange hero. All told, we bounce around from Columbia to Brazil to Washington State, California, Michigan and back again.

Among the things we learn from this educational movie is that when the lover muses about his beloved, "Maybe there's a one per cent chance that this could work," he is in big trouble. We also learn not to trust anyone whose password is "mentir" (that's Spanish for "to lie"). Or maybe the lesson here is not to trust anyone at all. Talk about your unreliable narrators!

The documentary that I Touched All Your Stuff most reminded me of is that early be-careful-of-the-Internet demonstration, Catflish, which was more "of its specific time." Love and trust stories are generally timeless, though this one does make use of our current fascination with technology and hacking.

In any case, the doc/narrative/whatever proves non-stop fun that should leave you in the relatively healthy state of questioning just about everything you see and/or hear. From Cinema Slate and running 92 minutes, the movie opens at the following theaters on the dates shown below:

August 28, 2015 – New York City (Cinema Village) 
August 28, 2015 – Los Angeles, CA (Arena Cinema) 
September 4, 2015 – Columbus, OH (Gateway Film Center) 
September 4, 2015 – Chicago, IL (Facets Cinemateque) 
with more playdates, we're told, coming soon. 
Click here for further information,

Friday, January 16, 2015

In THE TOUCH OF AN ANGEL Marek Tomasz Pawlowski makes the Holocaust magical...


...and, yes, that is problematic. In this week's Holocaust documentary -- ah, they just keep on a-comin' -- we meet and listen to the, ummm, I don't want to say "ramblings," exactly, but I am not certain that I'd call the old man who proves the tale-teller and center of this new film anything like a "reliable narrator." What he tells us is pretty interesting, all right, but it is also bizarre and confusing at times, not to mention offering up angels as a help to would-be Holocaust victims. Granted our fellow, Henryk Schönker, is very old now, with so many of the problems that beset us seniors. But some of what he explains in THE TOUCH OF AN ANGEL is both helped and sometimes hindered by the work of filmmaker Marek Tomasz Pawlowski (shown below). All told, the documentary seems to be memory coupled to the kind of imagination in which facts are not necessarily to be prized above fantasy and the chance for a good story.

"For 70 years, I couldn't face my past," Henryk, shown below, explains at the movie's outset, and then goes on to let us see what kind of past this was. It takes place initially in Oświęcim, Poland (later to be more memorably named Auschwitz by the Nazis), where Henryk's father was chairman of the Jewish community, and whose task it was -- at the behest of the German military authorities -- to organize the Bureau of Emigration of Jews to Palestine. Whether this "immigration" was ever a genuine possibility in the minds of the Germans is questionable. In any case, there were no countries willing at this time (1939) to take in the soon-to-be-decimated Jewish population.

Mr. Pawlowski uses quite an array of visual tropes and tricks to keep us focused on Schönker's story, and for the most part these are a help. They include everything from stop-motion and animation to placing into archival photos the images of actual actors who then move slightly and seem to come to their own odd life. The filmmaker also resorts to the increasingly used "re-creations" of events, as below, to tell his story.

The film is but one hour long, which seems just as well, due to its increasing toll on our patience, for Henryk's tales grow more bizarre and confused as events tumble over each other.  From place to place, concentration camp to concentration camp, his family moves, keeping but a step or two ahead of the worst of it.

At times, Henryk is separated from his parents and sister and then all of a sudden he's back with them. How, why and what happened is left mostly in the lurch. But we do hear about the "angel" (above) who helped with the escape at one point, as well as of a boy they called "Stork," who was apparently blessed with prescience regarding the Nazi's plan and who would survive it. Stuff like this seems more like an old man's "survivor guilt" making itself felt via tall tales than any real Holocaust history, and Pawlowski never intrudes to ask a question or two that might clarify or maybe probe a bit more deeply.

We do get a thoughtful and moving tale of a relative whose dolls (above) stand in for her own little life, as well as an even more interesting tale of the actor (performed by a more recent actor, below) who appeared in the noted film, Nosferatu, and how his own Holocaust story played out.

Overall, the hour passes easily enough, as Henryk, remembers, recites and wipes his eyes a lot. Well, memory for us aged is often like that. The movie is finally a kind of thank-you to any of those who helped the Polish Jews, as well as a condemnation of the so-called "civilized world" for refusing to help. The latter is a legitimate complaint. But I wouldn't want to vouch for Henryk's fractured story as equally legit. (That's the actor version of him as a child, below.)

The Touch of an Angel -- perhaps this is supposed to be the Holocaust equivalent of that popular and schlocky television series from 1994-2003, Touched by an Angel? -- opened today, Friday, January 16, in New York City at the Quad Cinema and in Los Angeles area at Laemmle's Town Center 5.