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Cannes Film Festival 2010: Day 11 – Exodus: Burnt by the Sun 2 and Award Predictions

Burnt By the Sun 2The Cannes Film Festival ended with its longest competition title, and it wasn't even a complete film. Nikita Mikhalkov Exodus: Burnt by the Sun 2 should, in fact, be called Exodus: Burnt by the Sun 2: Part 1, since what was screened was just one half of the final project. Exodus is essentially two and a half hours of Colonel Kotov (Mikhalkov) trudging through WWII battle zones to reunite with his daughter Nadya (Nadezhda Mikhalkova, the director's real-life offspring) without making very much progress at all. (Yes, I know a title card at the end of Burnt by the Sun says that Kotov and his entire family were executed. The film deals with that by announcing that it was, basically, a filing error.)

When Nazis attack the prison camp in which Kotov is held, he escapes, eventually joining up with other Russian soldiers to trek across the country while avoiding being killed. Meanwhile, his daughter does, well, pretty much the exact same thing, except she flees from a Soviet school. Mikhalkov, being a larger-than-life nationalist psychopath, doesn't half-ass anything. The entire movie is nonstop bombast, with huge battles, epic widescreen vistas, silent-film performances, and one of the most absolutely ridiculous scores I've ever heard in a movie. It can be very funny (largely because Mikhalkov clearly doesn't mean any of it as comedy), but it's mostly just exhausting, especially once the movie ends with Kotov and his daughter just as far apart as they were to begin with, and you realize that nothing you just watched mattered at all. I'm sure it will all be resolved in Exodus: Burnt by the Sun 2: Part 2, but I can't exactly say I'm counting down the days to find out. Continue Reading »




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Cannes Film Festival 2010: Day Six – Another Year, Tamara Drewe, Film Socialism, and Certified Copy

BiutifulAnd I thought Another Year was grim. Biutiful, Alejandro González Iñárritu's first film since winning Cannes's Best Director prize for Babel in 2006, makes Leigh's film seem downright cuddly in comparison. Working for the first time in years without screenwriter Guillermo Arriaga, Biutiful thankfully sheds the showy fragmented narratives and we-are-all-connected thematic nonsense that Arriaga brought to 21 Grams and Babel. Unfortunately, González Iñárritu has not lost his proclivity for outrageously deterministic melodrama. Biutiful is a relentless, unrevealing battery of unmodulated miserabilism, a pointlessly dour slog willing to do anything it takes to cynically manipulate its audience.

Javier Bardem—frontrunner for the fest's Best Actor prize by default, though he is quite excellent—stars as Uxbal, a man with the ability to tap into the afterlife and communicate with the recently deceased. At the beginning of the film, he is diagnosed with a terminal case of what appears to be late-stage prostate cancer. Given just months to live, he tries to hide the bad news from his two children. To provide for them, he earns pocket change performing budget séances for grieving families, supplementing that meager income by providing immigrant labor to a Chinese sweatshop. Continue Reading »




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Godfrey Cheshire on Close-Up (Abbas Kiarostami, 1990)

Close-Up

[Editor's Note: The following article is reprinted from the December 29th, 1999 issue of NYPress. My thanks to the author for his permission. Close-Up is currently playing at Film Forum in Manhattan through Thursday, April 1st. It will be released on DVD and Blu-ray on June 22nd, 2010 by the Criterion Collection. A new essay by Godfrey will accompany the release.]

Few figures in the history of movies leap from screen to become not just characters but paradigms, beacons that illuminate the paradoxical nature and power of the medium even as they exercise their own unique fascinations. The Little Tramp, Charles Foster Kane and a handful of others: these are the cinema's resonant, iconic Quixotes, whose significance surpasses even the films that contain them. At the end of the 1990s we can add another name to their select company of unforgettables: Hossein Sabzian.

This review, the last I will write for publication in the year that marks the end of the century of cinema, concerns Abbas Kiarostami's Close-Up, a 1990 Iranian feature that I recently named the most important film of the last decade and one of the 10 most important of the century. That estimation certainly reflects my own ongoing fascination with Iranian cinema, but it's hardly idiosyncratic. In 1990, when few in the film world were cued to the growing potency of Iranian filmmaking, Close-Up was passed over by high-profile festivals including Cannes and New York, but won prizes in Montreal and Rimini. Its renown has grown exponentially since then. After being voted the best Iranian film in history in a worldwide survey of critics published by the Iranian magazine Film International, the film has ranked at or near the top of critics polls regarding movies of the 1990s conducted recently in Canada and Europe. Continue Reading »




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Links for the Day: R.I.P. Corey Haim

UPDATE: News is just coming in that Corey Haim has died from an accidental overdose.

Iranian filmmaker Abbas Kiarostami calls for the release of his colleagues, Jafar Panahi and Mohammad Rasoulof.

Nick Pinkerton makes me LOL at R-Pattz & Co.'s awesomely bad Remember Me. My own take, calling for its midnight movie-fication, is here.

Jabba the Hutt gets Park & Recreation-ized:

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