Take This Waltz

Take This Waltz
Directed by Sarah Polley
Written by Sarah Polley
with Michelle Williams, Seth Rogen, Luke Kirby
2011

Margot (Michelle Williams) and Lou (Seth Rogen) are a married couple in their late twenties: happy, loving, and sedate. They live in a nice house in a bourgeois-bohemian neighbourhood in Toronto and have nice semi-literary jobs; he's writing a chicken cookbook and she's a freelance travel writer. While visiting a tourist attraction for research, Margot becomes acquainted with Daniel (Luke Kirby), a painter and rickshaw driver who turns out to live across the street from her and Lou. A spark between the two spreads into a chaste love affair, as meeting Daniel causes Margot to evaluate her relationship with Lou, and question whether she is ready to settle down into staid but reliable married life.

The first segment of Take This Waltz, establishing the characters and their connections, doesn't bode well for the rest of the film. It's a typically indie mix of contrived imagery and quirky conversations that openly function as heavy-handed character development; for example Margot feels uncomfortable during airport connections, because she hates the stress of moving between things. You don't say... The theme of marital ennui and the temptation to try something exciting and fresh is neither exciting or fresh itself, so Sarah Polley has her work cut out in bringing something new to the table. After the uninspiring start, though, the film settles into itself, and while never breaking any new ground is considered and self-aware enough to trade on the performances and in details rather than attempt to thrill with the plotline. There are a few genuinely funny moments, as well as some very touching ones, and all the relationship commentary is open and honest and often rings uncomfortably true.

Michelle Williams gives the believable and nuanced performance you'd expect from her - I found her a little too adorable at times, but that's a problem with the character rather than the acting - but Rogen is the real surprise: I hadn't seen him in a "serious" role before this film (although I guess no-one's really sure whether Funny People counts as comedic or not), but he's really well suited to this kind of quirky, downbeat story. Kirby is charismatic and a convincing mysterious loner-type, but I found the character of Daniel a little hard to warm to, and hence the relationship between him and Margot mainly works as a function of her character's dissatisfaction rather than inspiring any audience investment for its own sake. The script has a tendency to over-use him as representative of all the things Margot feels she is missing, so he never develops into a full character, at least compared to the other main roles.

For all its dealing with love and relationships, Take This Waltz is defiantly un-romantic. And for all its cuteness, it's deeply serious and unsentimental. The ending definitely feels too much like a lesson, but as movie-lessons go it's an unusually sensible and honest one. It's deliberately uninspiring, but in spite of that still feels hopeful: there's change you can control, and change that you can't, and considering this you might be luckier than you realise.
Tom

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Sound of My Voice


Sound of My Voice
Directed by Zal Batmanglij
Written by Brit Marling and Zal Batmanglij
with Brit Marling, Christopher Denham, Nicole Vicius
2011

Cults seem to be in right now. At the beginning of the year, Martha Marcy May Marlene brought us a tale of the residual effect of such a break from normality, once a person escapes. Working backwards, Sound of My Voice depicts the bewitching process by which a person becomes ensnared.

Opening on the induction of two couples into a mysterious cult somewhere in the LA valley, the film wastes no time in hinting at the darker aspects of these groups. The strict requirements of washing the body and handing over personal possessions are reminiscent of arriving at a prison, an image underlined when they are handcuffed, blindfolded, and driven to a new, protected location. Once there, and once they have performed an elaborate and childish secret handshake, they are introduced to the cult's leader and focal point, Maggie (Brit Marling). She praises their faith in coming so far, and 'rewards' them by revealing her secret, and the cult's raison d'etre: she is from the future, and has come back to help people prepare for a coming disaster. After the session, one couple, Peter (Christopher Denham) and Lorna (Nicole Vicius), turn out to be posing as believers in order to expose the cult before it becomes dangerous.

Initially, the approach taken towards the cult phenomenon is one of examining the reasons people feel attracted to them. Both Peter and Lorna are given brief but suggestive backstories: he lost his mother at an early age largely due to her involvement with a cult; she had a wasted adolescence and now spends her time trying to make her life as worthwhile as possible. Both also clearly have personality features that could be seen as susceptible to such manipulation: he the obvious loss of a nourishing parental figure; she, it is claimed outright through the voiceover, is merely exhibiting another facet of an addictive personality otherwise expressed through her health foods and noble causes. Furthermore, whether accurate or not, their unfounded conviction that the group is bound to at some point grab guns and start shooting people comes across excitable and reactionary itself, and those impulses can easily be imagined turned to the use of leaps of faith and twisted reasoning. The script does a good job of presenting the seductive ambiguities of Maggie's story, and there's a nice nod towards the exploitation of existing powerful mythologies in a scene involving apples which embody rationality, logic, and "intellectual bullshit", and which the cult members are expected to reject.

This is not kept up. There's a point when the film shifts gear in order to keep the story moving, and in the final act it becomes more of a thriller, pushing the behaviour of the protagonists to see how far they will go to get what they want. In all fairness, the ambiguity as to whether the two have actually been taken in by Maggie's story does generate a fair bit of tension, and the final twist is undeniably satisfying. However, it's satisfying in the same way as the twist in The Usual Suspects, in that it's not so much a twist as a casting of doubt upon a large chunk of the narrative up to that point: plenty of impact, but a storytelling stunt more than anything else. Sound of My Voice is a great showcase for using uncertainty as narrative drive, but it fails to escape from its own fog. Doubtless it can be argued that that's the point of the film, but sadly it ultimately comes across more as the writers not being able to make up their minds how to end it.
Tom

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The Forgiveness of Blood

The Forgiveness of Blood
Directed by Joshua Marston
Written by Joshua Marston and Andamion Murataj
with Tristan Halilaj, Sindi Lacej, Refet Abazi
2011

This family drama paints an elegant portrait of a declining way of life, balancing the sadness of change with hope for progress. The first shot brings us to rural Albania, to a grand old farmhouse with a rough path running between two of its fields. A makeshift horse-drawn carriage approaches from the far end of the path, only to find the way out onto the perpendicular road is blocked by a row of stones. There is a murmur of disgust from inside the carriage, and two figures emerge; they throw the stones into the bushes, get back into their vehicle, and are on their way. Presently, a bar-room slanging match crystallises this ambiguous act of vandalism for us in a pressure chamber of ancestral resentment. The land which the path runs through used to belong to the grandfather and great-grandfather of the men who moved the stones; since then the state awarded the land to a new family, who have revoked the previous owners' tradition of allowing that path as a public thoroughfare. Tradition and family pride do not give way easily to the encroachment of state-enforced legality, and the anger soon erupts into violence. One of the men of the family who now own the land is killed by two brothers of the other, an act which sparks an old-fashioned blood feud between the families, and threatens to leave a lasting scar on the lives of the innocent younger generation.

A modern-day blood feud is an excellent way of depicting the rising gulf between generations in the onset of secular global culture. Apart from the denial of a historic right of way, which comes across as spiteful and mean-minded (though significantly it's technically legitimate), all the points of view in the disagreement are to a greater or lesser degree sympathetic. The feud is senseless, unjust, and on top of that hopelessly patriarchal; but despite this the pain of the older generation is all too recognisable. Whether the murder was self-defense or pre-meditated, it came from an understandable sense of frustration through loss, not merely of land, but of a sense of security in their way of life. However idiotic their actions they are visibly trapped by, rather than exulting in, their spurious duty. It's a credit to the script that the film's moral universe convincingly centres not on the killing but around the original land dispute, and the current inhabitants set themselves out as the aggressors, despite being the ones to suffer a murder, through showing no respect for community tradition when it comes to a statist land reallocation, yet hypocritically pursuing an archaic form of feuding far beyond what little sense of decency it might have. Alongside the newly-consolidated modernising state riding over traditional community values, the children play with mobile phones and games consoles, talk of going to university and escaping to the city. Nik (Tristan Halilaj), whose father delivers bread by horse-drawn cart, dreams of starting an internet cafe in his town. The feuding comes upon them out of nowhere, and draws them in against their will by dint of their blood. Ultimately it becomes clear that a painful break between the generations might be what is necessary, if they want to live in a world of modern-day values.

Sensibly, American writer-director Joshua Marston hasn't tried to get too involved in a cultural practice that one has to presume would be fairly alien to him. He takes an unfussy, straightforward approach, allowing the script and environment to speak for themselves and concentrating on framing the bucolic scenery and the attractively shambolic semi-rural lifestyle of the characters. As such he avoids any sense of cultural tourism, and this has a knock-on effect in the film's success in condemning a barbaric practice without looking down on the participants. He is aided immeasurably in this by his actors, who are powerful: providing naturalistic and detailed performances, and leaving the director to focus on telling the story.
Tom

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Swandown






Swandown
Directed by: Andrew Kotting
2012

Swandown’s choice of travel may be unlikely, but it delivers surprisingly beautiful landscapes and unusual funny moments. 

Director Andrew Kotting and writer Ian Sinclair decide to set free a swan-shaped pedalo. They will travel on it from the windy sea of Hastings, through the quite canals of the inlands, until the dirty water of the Thames in London, destination: the Olympic Park. Filming themselves, being filmed and filming others, Kotting and Sinclair embark on a trip the ridiculousness of which they soon transform into charm, wit and poetry. 

Although we watch Kotting and Sinclair proceed day by day, following their journey on a map, the documentary itself seems to be less about the travel than about what the travel inspired them to think, perceive or remember. The editing is a kaleidoscopic juxtaposition of archive footage, straightforward documentation, spoken thoughts and poetry, imaginary visions, beautiful images and bizarre encounters. The ride on a fake swan is only the sparkle that triggers what matters. One is reminded of a Bergson’s line: le temps est invention, ou il est rien du tout (time is invention, or it is nothing at all).

By choosing a pedalo, Kotting and Sinclair decided to slow down and amplify the time of travel to the length of a slow stroll on (and sometimes in) water. Swandown seems to be part of a recently rediscovered fascination with creativity, and journeys on foot whose destination simply marks the end of the story. Just a few months ago, W.G. Sebald’s walks in The Rings of Saturn were retraced in the documentary Patience (After Sebald), and this month The Old Ways: A Journey on Foot by Robert Macfarlane was published, rediscovering old traveling routes across the nation. Swandown, however, remains the work of a cinematographer: less concerned with the functioning of the creative mind travelling on foot, than with the surprise of images raising out of luck and unexpected landscape. 

What these works share, however, is a growing desire to recover the lost inland countryside of Britain. Along their journey on the swan-shaped pedalo, Kotting and Sinclair traverse beautiful scenes, unreachable any other way than by water. Ridiculous as it may seem, their travel opens the viewer’s eyes onto a new perspective on England's rich inlands. After having traveled among small and untouched canals and fields, the Olympic Park at the end appears as a bleak, industrial monster, whose entrance is forbidden and whose waters are polluted and unwelcoming. 

Whether you want to break out into the world from the wobbling platform of a swan-shaped pedalo, or whether you simply want to follow the ridiculous journey of two travelers with no qualms, Swandown will carry you faster than its trip unfolds. 

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