Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Writer/director Elias' unsavory creep-fest GUT pulls out the stops--with odd subtlety


What happens to boys who watch too many sleazy horror films too often? A possible scenario -- the boys turn into really strange men -- is offered by the one-word filmmaker, Elias, whose first full-length feature as writer and director, the all too appropriately named GUT, opens this week. These naughty boys, two friends since school days named Tom and Dan, seem to have grown up almost in tandem and now work at the same office, even though Tom has managed to marry and have a sweet little daughter during his off hours. Gut (yes, that title is used as a verb, rather than a noun) has been invited to 20 different film festivals over the past year (mostly, as you might imagine, in the horror and fright categories), and I think it safe to say that, once seen, it will not be easily forgotten.

The movie begins with a super-violent few moments -- blood splattering all over the place -- as something or someone is done in. Yet even here, in the midst of such carnage, whether by design or a very low budget (most likely both), we see very little, really. Elias (shown at left, giving us quite the stare) keeps his frame tight and his editing (done by himself) smart and fast, so that much of the movie and its horror is suggested first, then heightened by further suggestion and repetition. The result is one of the most unsavory little movies I have encountered in years. Gut is so unsavory that I didn't want to keep watching, but it is so well handled -- the writing, directing, acting, editing and all the rest -- that I couldn't stop watching. Bummer.

From where does all this ugliness come? Well, try combining the idea of sexual arousal with snuff films. Then add two pretty and vulnerable young women and finally a lovely little child. Clearly, Elias enjoys being transgressive; just as clearly, he enjoys doing it with some style and subtlety. The movie hinges in good part on the two actors who play the leads. (The women are mostly decorative and used as ploys, though their performances--especially Sarah Schoofs, as Tom's wife, shown bottom, left -- are quite good). In the role of Tom, the "family" man, Jason Vail (shown at right and below) is alternately nerdy and no-good. He has an odd face that can look quite handsome at times and otherwise utterly ordinary. Spending a good deal of the film looking pre-occupied (and for good reason), he only seems to come fully alive as he grows aroused watching the awful snuff stuff (below).

Nudity is used throughout the film, sparingly but precisely, as both men make love (no, not to each other) or shower or just wander the bedroom. It is used equally precisely on the snuff discs they watch, so that life and "art" mirror each other in nasty fashion.

The nerdier of the two men, Dan -- a marvelously creepy and sad performance from Nicholas Wilder -- seems torn between his need for Tom (the homo-eroticism is never stated but it's unmissable) and his desire for the sexy and nicely mature waitress in the luncheonette near the office that the two men frequent with regularity. In his single sex scene, Wilder, too, projects an odd distance between himself and his sexual partner. You can feel him feeling the pull of that video, even as he is satisfying his woman.

Elias manages the same precision and subtlety with the material we see on the video discs. He shows us enough to make us wince and look away but no more. His editing is crisp, clear and to the point. And while he doesn't hold back in the plot department (this happens and then this and then that), neither does he tie everything up neatly. Where have these discs come from, and why? At the end we still do not know for certain what has actually happened. Much is suggested; little is confirmed.

Some viewers will rail at this elusiveness. I found it disarming and unsettling. Gut is an ugly movie. I didn't "like" it. But I surely am impressed. The film -- self-distributed, unrated and running 90 minutes -- opens in New York City this Friday at the Cinema Village and is available beginning today on VOD via iTunes, CinemaNow, Vudu, Amazon Instant Video, Xbox, PS3 and YouTube.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Josh Aronson's doc ORCHESTRA OF EXILES blends music, WWII, heroics and Holocaust

Chalk up another -- and new to me -- hero in the fight against the Nazis in the years leading up to World War II, one whose weapon was music, as made by some of the world's greatest musicians: Bronislaw Huberman (1882-1947). Huberman, evidently one of the world's great violin-ists, was a child pro-digy, who, as he grew, took Europe and then much of the western world by storm, selling out concerts wherever he played.

According to this documentary, ORCHESTRA OF EXILES, written and directed by Josh Aronson, an Academy Award-nominated filmmaker for his 2000 documentary Sound and Fury, Huberman was much more than a great violinist. He was a patriot of the yet-to-be-created state of Israel and an anti-Nazi who rescued up to a thousand Jews (who probably would not have survivied the coming Holocaust), as he planned and then created the Palestine Philharmonic Orchestra. (Mr. Aronson is shown above with a young actor from one of the many recreated segments of his movie.)

Unfortunately, it is these recreated dramatizations that turn Aronson's film, which is from time to time quite interesting, into a sorry mish-mash of style and content. Utterly unnecessary, these "scenes" (one of which is shown below), shot in hi-def and color that jolts the viewers out of of the black-and-white ambience of the 1930s time period (shown above), simply raise a red flag that screams "fake!" every time they appear -- which is way too often throughout.

Clearly these are actors who (especially the one chosen to represent Huberman), look little like their historical counterparts, and so simply call further attention to the bad mix. Dramatically, these small sections also suck. They feel like padding (they most likely are) to make the movie into something full-length, and when set against the history told us and the generally excellent archival photos shown us, they seem silly and intrusive. In the most ridiculous of these scenes, we're told the story of a young musician saved by the music academy's janitor from the clutches of a group of Nazi youth by being locked in a bathroom. To accompany this tale, we get visuals -- again in high-def color -- of a line of bathroom stalls and a door handle turning momentously. Yikes!

Yet the story of Huberman (above) is a worthy one, and the talking heads assembled -- ranging from Zubin Mehta to Itzhak Perlman, Pinchas Zukerman and Joshua Bell -- are impressive. Bell's particular connection to Huberman is especially tantalizing (though not as interesting as the Wikipedia entry on this same subject).

One of the things the movie manages to remind us of is that the Jews of 1930s Germany and elsewhere in Europe should not be blamed for not knowing, or being able to figure out, their future. They assumed that, as bad as things might get, these Nazis were not a permanent fixture (they were right about that) and that somehow they would, as ever, survive these bad times, just as they had so many others. Most of them did not. But would we middle-aged and beyond citizens act much differently, if we found ourselves in similar circumstances today? I doubt it. Look now at how we behave as, little by little, our rights disappear under the current umbrella of the wealthy/corporate/government collusion.

TrustMovies is happy to have seen this documentary --  he learned something from it -- but he certainly wishes it were better con-ceived and executed. Orchestra of Exiles, from First Run Features and running 85 minutes, opens this Friday, October 26, in New York City at the Quad Cinema, with a limited nationwide run to follow.

Note: The release of ORCHESTRA OF EXILES comes as, in October 2012, the Israel Philharmonic Orchestra travels to the United States to perform in New York, Palm Desert, Las Vegas and Los Angeles. Presented by American Friends of the Israel Philharmonic Orchestra, benefits at Carnegie Hall in New York City (October 25) and at Walt Disney Concert Hall in Los Angeles (October 30) highlight the Israel Philharmonic's 28th tour of the United States. (Click here for more information.)

Monday, October 22, 2012

Lorraine Levy's THE OTHER SON is an amazing, moving, vital & important film; Q&A with this talented filmmaker

So many movies these days are either hybrid documentaries that mix fact and fiction or narrative films based (sometimes very loosely) on "real-life events," that sitting in a theater and watching THE OTHER SON, the vitally important and moving (almost beyond belief) new film from Lorraine Levy (shown below) you sit spellbound, knowing that this movie must be based on fact. But I don't believe that it is. Instead it's the creation of some caring, intelligent, thoughtful artists looking to find a way into, and thus out of, one of the most intractable and seemingly insoluble situations in our world today, that of Israel in Palestine.

If you read other reviews of the film -- and I wish you would not, so that you come to this movie clean -- you'll be apprised of the central situation -- which is such a shock to all involved that it should also come as one to the audience so that we can experience things as do the characters. I'll just say that the movie involves two families, one Israeli, the other Palestinian, and what happens to rock both their worlds as they have know them for nearly 20 years.

This central idea is close to perfect in the manner in which it forces us to confront the Israel/Palestine situation. While this story could be set just about anywhere, placing it here, in this middle-east powder keg, is simply genius. It involves two mothers, two fathers, two sons and their siblings, and as it spins out, the tale takes in culture, faith, tradition and growth -- on both sides of the fence. The movie is particularly effective is showing us how the meaning of all these things can change -- in the blink of an eye. Not simply even-handed, this movie is deeply felt and beautifully performed.

Anyone (the New York reviewer for the end-of-magazine Agenda section, for instance) who judges this film "somewhat dramatically inert" must have slept through the movie. The very situation in which these two families find themselves is so fraught with drama -- each character's handling of the situation becomes a mini-drama unto itself -- that there is more dramatic tension here than in any ten movies you can name. That Levy and her estimable cast almost never allow things to go overboard is a mark of just how exceptional the movie is.

The Jewish family is portrayed by several fine actors: That stalwart of French cinema for over 25 years, Emmanuelle Devos plays mom (above, right); Pascal Elbé is dad (above, left) and Jules Sitruk (remember the French exchange student in Son of Rambow?), below, is one of the titular sons. Each is terrific, but the movie truly belongs to its moms -- as motherhood is examined in a way that few films have managed previously.

I am less familiar with the actors who play the Palestinian family, but they are every bit as good as those who play their Jewish counterparts: Areen Omari (mom, below, center, right), Khalifa Natour (dad, below at right), a simply gorgeous young man named Mehdi Dehbi (below, left) as the son, and in a pivotal role of his brother is another notable actor, Mahmud Shalaby, who was so striking earlier this year as the sexy singer in Free Men. (Shalaby is shown in the photo at bottom of this post.)

Ms Levy enables us to experience the fraught situation from all angles and from each character's perspective and in the process challenges our whole notion of identity. Her movie forces us, just as it does her characters, to rank humanity a tad higher than something so puny as the supposed will of Yaweh/Allah. Given what she tells us in the short interview below, I do wish that the filmmaker had ended her movie a bit differently. As it is, the finale is no deal-breaker, but the film did not need this little burst of melodrama that she gives it. Still, if The Other Son is not the best film  (and it's up there) so far this year, it is certainly among the most important.

The movie -- from Cohen Media Group and running 105 minutes -- opens this Friday, October 26, in New York City at Landmarks' Sunshine and Clearview's 1st and 62nd; in Queens at the Kew Gardens Cinema, in Brooklyn at the Brooklyn Heights Cinema, and in Westchester at the Jacob Burns Film Center and Clearview's Cinema 100.  Look for it in CT, NJ and Long Island, as well.  In the Los Angeles area, it will open this Friday at various Laemmle Theaters, and will then appear in the weeks to come across country at other Landmark Theaters.

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TrustMovies has not much time to spare these days, but when he sees a movie this good and this important, the chance to speak briefly with the filmmaker is too appealing to miss.  So he spoke with Lorraine Levy via phone and translator a couple of weeks back, and here's the transcript of the highlights from our conversation. Below, TM appears in boldface and Ms Levy, shown below with some of her cast members, in standard type.  (There may be some spoilers below, so why not see the movie first and read afterward?)

TrustMovies: First of all, let me say how impressed I was with your film. This idea of the film is one of the best I’ve ever seen in terms of coming at the Israel/Palestine dilemma. I thought when I first saw your movie that it must have been based on a real-life situation, but evidently it was not. It was simply thought up by you, the filmmaker…?

Lorraine Levy: No, this story is not based on any real-life situation, but it could have been. We have been able to find a lot of reports by people who were incorrectly returned to their parents during emergency evacuations during wartime. The number of testimonies available on this is growing, and there are people now who are convinced that they do have their true parents. So we decided to use this but make it more extreme: babies given over to mistaken parents: the Israeli child to Palestinians, and the reverse. I did this in order to explore what it means to be the other. To explore what is the quest for identity, and what is the path we have to take in order to overcome some prejudices.

After I saw your film, what I wanted most, and still want, is to have your movie seen all over the world, starting with the two places in which the film is located and where it means the most. Now, I am not stupid enough to imagine that it will change tons of minds, but it is bound to change some and will make some people stop and think, feel more deeply, and imagine what this might be like if the situation happened to them.

I am very touched by what you just said. This is something I really wanted to do with this film. I wanted so much that this film really touch people on that emotional level. I also want them to be able to extrapolate the situation into other areas. This is a situation that exists throughout out the world. Brothers ultimately are brothers. I have in mind the Martin Luther Kinbg “I have a dream” speech because I do believe that we are all brothers.

Because your film had its date of theatrical open delayed, and certain of us critic were not paying close enough attention, one capsule review appeared a few week ago that claimed that The Other Son, while it had an interesting premise, simply had no drama to it. This strikes me a ridiculous, because the very situation central to the film is so fraught with drama that this is really all you need, I think. Can you comment on this?

I believe you are right because this really is a paroxysm of drama. These are people who are suddenly overwhelmed. And, yes, the drama is in the situation itself. However, if what this critic was trying to say was that I did not treat the drama in a dramatic enough way, then he may have a point. I did not treat this in an overly dramatic way, I wanted to treat it in a way that offered more distance. Maybe with a little bit more reticence. In that way, I hoped to make it more real and perhaps less “dramatic.”

The casting here was particularly good. Emmanuelle Devos (above) is always wonderful, but it was Pascal Elbé (below) who did surprise me. I have seen him in action movies and comedies, but this is maybe the best role I’ve seen him tackle. I am less familiar with the actors who play the Palestinian family, but they were also fine. Did you rely on your casting director, or were these actors your idea? How did that work?

I actually used three casting directors; One in France, one in Israel, and one in Palestine. I knew very quickly, of course, for the French. I wanted Emmanuelle. I thought she really, for me, embodied what the character is. She was what I had in mind. I had already worked with Pascale Elbé, before in a comedy. I found that, as an actor, he had tremendous depth and a great deal of gravity. I wanted to give him a vehicle that would show this depth and gravity on screen. I have tremendous admiration for actors who can act "silence,” and he does this very well.

As far as the Palestinian actors, I did not know them, but through the casting director, I was able to discover some wonderful people. The actors who play the mother and father are very well-know stage actors, and it was a great thing for me to be able to work with them.

I hope this film, which I think may be the most important of the year, does well here-- and everywhere. And I want to thank you so much for making it. And I look forward to your next project.

I am very touched by what you say, because, when you are a filmmaker, you tend to be rather fragile because you have so many choices to make during the film-making process. I have learned that this film really does touch the heart of people all over the world, in Asia, South America, Scandinavia, Europe -- everywhere, so far. I think this is illustrative of the fact the film addresses questions we all share -- and must deal with.

Has the movie opened in Israel yet?

No, but it was selected for the Jerusalem Film Festival, and the screening went very well. The film was well received.

Our time is up, and so we thank Lorraine, 
and the very fine translator, for their time.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Look, Ma -- one hand! Franklin Martin's LONG SHOT: THE KEVIN LAUE STORY


If you follow sports extensively and alertly, as I do not, you may have already heard of a certain young man -- Kevin Laue -- a California boy who plays phenomenal basketball while possessing only one hand. As we learn in this intelligent and moving documentary titled LONG SHOT: THE KEVIN LAUE STORY, Kevin was born with his umbilical cord wrapped not just around his neck (as sometimes happens) but also around his arm, which impeded blood flow and prevented that hand from growing, and may also have saved his life by preventing the cord from choking him.

The film, written, produced and directed by Franklin Martin (shown at left) begins in a cemetery, at the grave of Kevin's father, who almost immediately takes on enor-mous presence -- which only grows throughout the movie as we learn more about the relationship between this father and the son he drove so hard. From an early age, Kevin (on poster, top, and below) was pushed into sports, particularly soccer, which, given his physical condition, made sense, but which he didn't much like. Soon basket-ball became his chosen sport.

We follow along with the boy as he gets through high school, changing schools and coaches so that he can better learn and play, contending with mocking and ridicule, and finally an injury that, occurring as it does just when sports scouts are checking out the top high school players, leaves him unseen in their eyes. (Fouls are called on this kid far too often; it seem as though refs and other players simply don't know how to react to his stump.) His goal? To play Division One College Basketball, which I don't believe any person missing one hand had yet done.

Once Kevin's leg heals, it's off to an eastern military prep school noted for its basketball team and its exceptional coach (at right) who works his boys hard and but also seems to care enough about them to see to it that they get viewed in action by the college scouts. What happens to Kevin in this regard is telling. While it's true that you cannot easily believe, simply on hearsay, how well this kid plays, seeing is, or ought to be, believing. Yet his playing this well in game after game seems not to matter. He's just too different, and the "other," once again, is enough to scare most folk away. College sports are already under a cloud of scandal and don't need more problems. Yet the fear that scouts and coaches seem to have of taking a chance on someone this different seems enough to put off almost every one of them. And it leaves Kevin, and us, not a little disappointed. But, then...

Along the way Kevin also gets to meet ex-President "W", above, and though this thrills him, seeing him meet with an ought-to-be-convicted war criminal did not set my heart aflutter. Probably the biggest thrill here, even for those who may not care much for sports or basketball, is watching Mr. Laue play ball. Its amazing, exciting and inspiring. So's the movie. And when, as we learn more about Kevin's Dad and his relationship to him and how this has changed rather hugely over time (his father died when Kevin was but 10 years old), all this adds another layer of meaning and emotion to the film.

Long Shot -- from Dutchmen Films and running 90 minutes -- opens this coming Friday, October 26, in New York City at the Quad Cinema. I would hope that more playdates around the country will be offered but I can find no mention of them anywhere yet. Eventually, however, a DVD ought to be available, so stick this one on your Netflix or Blockbuster list.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

A modern-day Abbott & Costello: Emily Lou Gabriel Diani's cute "ghoster" THE SELLING

Don't know about you, but I was always a fan of the 1940s comedy team of Abbott & Costello. (Ever seen Hold That Ghost with A&C and Joan Davis? Silly fun.) Watching a new low-end, pretty-obvious, and also silly-fun movie titled THE SELLING put me in mind of Bud Abbott (the lean straight man) and Lou Costello (the fat funny one). Not that the two guys at the center of this one are thin and fat, but both are pretty funny and their movie has to do with the duo's trying to sell a haunted house. This is the kind of situation A&C might have encountered has they been making movies today, and I would not be at all surprised if a few people involved in this new film were themselves A&C fans.

The director of the film, Emily Lou (shown at right) and its writer and star Gabriel Diani (shown below and on poster at top) break no new ground with their film, but if you're in a somewhat forgiving mood, there's a good deal of fun to be found here and a relatively high level of professionalism in everything from the writing to the direction, acting, and the production values. Even mild special effects, such as those used here, have come quite a distance from the days of the old black-and-white B-movies inhabited by A&C.


The plot, such as it is, involves everything from an attempted exorcism (Barry Bostwick, below, plays the beleaguered priest) to a seance overseen buy a "ghost rights activist," an overly protective mother, budding romance and cutthroat competition within the real estate company that sets off the plot machinations.

All this proves old-fashioned fun given a modern update that never tries too hard and thus settles for some good giggles rather than all-out belly laughs. Everyone in the cast, nicely differentiated by both the script and the ensemble's performances, creates characters who are interesting and fun, and though the movie offers the usual suspect (a serial killer, 'natch), it never grows bloody or even that scary. Comedy remains forefront.

Worth noting in the cast are Janet Varney (center, left, above) as the prettiest and sleaziest of the brokers, Jonathan Klein (above, left) as our hero's best bud (the Costello role), Nancy Lenehan (above, right) as our hero's mom and especially Etta Devine (center, right, above) as the hapless ghost whisperer.

The Selling, from GoDigital, is available now via all digital platforms, and supposedly also arrives this coming week on DVD, according to Blockbuster, at least -- though I could find it nowhere on Netflix.

Friday, October 19, 2012

The Cleres' YOGAWOMAN: not a bad infomercial for both yoga and women


Yes, yes -- TrustMovies knows that the term infomercial, when used to describe a movie opening commercially in theaters, is somewhat downgrading. But wait: Some infomercials are better than others. And this one, once you set your mind to realizing that you'll be getting a large dose of "sell," so far as yoga, its teachers and practitioners are concerned -- it is not long into things before you feel that rah-rah spirit taking over -- you might just be able to relax, sit back in your seat, let the movie wash over you and even learn some interesting things.

First off, I do wonder why they chose to call this movie YOGAWOMAN, as there is no remotely singular woman involved in all this. Yogawomen would have been much more appropriate (check out the credits to view the lengthy list of all the women seen on screen), but perhaps the filmmakers figured the singular form had more mythic meaning. (There's a lot of myth going on here. Joseph Campbell would have appreciated the attempt.)  The filmmakers -- co-producers/directors/writers Kate Clere McIntyre and Saraswati Clere and Michael McIntyre (co-producer and director of photography and sound) are shown above, with Kate on the left.

One of the good things we take away from the film is some understanding of the history of Yoga around the world. Way back in time, women were involved in its practice and teaching, then as civilization took on its paternal mode, yoga became an entirely male thing. Only with the 1970s and perhaps spearheaded by the feminist movement, did women become involved as teachers and leaders again. These days it is practically all women. We see snippets of yoga being practiced around the world --  Italy, Germany, Britain -- with perhaps a few more scenes of yoga classes in session than we might want to watch (practicing yoga is active; watching it being done is pretty passive).

Then come the Yoga for... sections: yoga for therapy, yoga for health, for kids, for cancer survivors, for prison inmates (for me, this proved the most interesting section), for good sex ("In my workshop," notes one teacher, "I am introducing so many women to their pelvis"), for pregnancy, for the elderly. In one long portion the movie takes us to Uganda, where one yoga teacher is "giving back" by teaching yoga to HIV-infected women; another is set in Kenya, where an instructor explains how yoga has empowered her.

The movie could have been better organized (we get pregnancy sections twice), and while there is mention of statistics that say this or that, no backup or sources are cited. When the film gets more heavily into the spiritual -- some might say mystical -- side of things, I had to stop and ask, So just what is yoga? Exercise? Religion? Some helpful combo of both? The movie doesn't begin to address this question except by offering individual anecdotes and testimonials, which begin to sounds a bit like those Wednesday evening "testimony" meetings I used to attend as a child raised in the the religion of Christian Science.

Still, this film might just capture some of us and induced us to calm down a bit. As one of those gals in prison notes, instead of fighting when she grew angry, she just began saying her Ommmmmm.

Yogawoman opens here in New York City today, playing at the Angelika Film Center. It will come to the Los Angeles area next week, and will even play London soon, it seems. To see all currently scheduled playdates and theaters, click here.