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sexta-feira, 2 de maio de 2014

Os melhores filmes de 1995, por Jean-Claude Guiguet:

1) Fuga para Odessa (James Gray)
2) Va mourire (Nicolas Boukhrief)
3) As Pontes de Madison (Clint Eastwood)
4) Paris no Verão (Jacques Rivette)
5) Li per li (Pierre Léon)
6) Memórias (Terence Davies)
7) Jusqu'au bout de la nuit (Gérard Blain)
8) Du Pappa (René Bjerke)
9) O Convento (Manoel de Oliveira)
10) Les rendez-vous de Paris (Eric Rohmer)



quinta-feira, 13 de dezembro de 2012

Do you feel class is something not addressed enough in U.S. film?

[Class is] not discussed in American life very much -- there’s a notion that social or economic class divides don’t exist when of course they do. But that wasn't always true in film -- think of John Ford, it’s always all over his films. The idea of "Vertigo" is partly genius because of social class -- the idea is he has to make Kim Novak up to the fancier version of Kim Novak in order to rekindle his obsession. So class becomes part of that story. Today, I mean, what social class can you find if someone’s a fucking Spider-Man? What the fuck does that mean?

I'm sensing a degree of dissatisfaction with current mainstream U.S. film from you...

I think it’s in profound trouble in a way that is not reflected by people writing about cinema now. What I find troubling is, I’ll read, for example, conversations between AO Scott and Manohla Dargis [in the New York Times] and I find that they’re extremely erudite, and I love what they say.

But sometimes I feel like the subtext is them trying to convince themselves and each other that the state of cinema not so bad. And what neither of them has ever really addressed, and I have not read it anywhere else either, is the troubling disappearance of "the middle." Which is not to say the middlebrow -- that exists with flying colors. But there is tremendously interesting cinema being made that is very small, and there are very huge movies which have visually astounding material in them, but you know Truffaut said that great cinema was part truth, part spectacle, so what’s really missing is that. It’s what United Artists would have made in 1978 or something.

Like "Raging Bull" could not be a low-budget movie, it just couldn’t, there’s a certain scale that’s involved in making it, and no one would make "Raging Bull" today. The last example of the industry doing this middle movie that I’m talking about, to me would be Michael Mann’s film “The Insider” which I really like. That has scale and also a bit of truth it. What I don’t see as part of the discourse is a discussion on the economic forces that have forced out the middle. There is some discussion, some awareness, but not enough, because to me that is the central crisis of American movies: the disappearing middle of the mainstream.

So where has the audience for these films gone?

They’ve migrated to television. So there’s superb television, but it’s not for me because first of all, the two-or-three hour format is just perfect, because it replicates best our birth-life-death cycle. "The Sopranos" was genius television but it went on forever, and it never seemed to culminate in anything, and then everyone was pissed off at the ending but that’s exactly why TV cannot substitute for a great movie because the swell of the architecture of a movie is part of what makes it the most beautiful visual art form.

And it’s true, right? There’s a kind of beautiful movement to a wonderfully structured film which is not reproduce-able by the best "Breaking Bad" [episode], which, by the way, is great. But it’s not the same thing - that’s a kind of luxuriate, get the food delivered, sit down in front of the TV and for that moment, that hour, you’re in pleasure, and then you go back to your life until the next week. It’s not quite the same [as a movie], not as transformative.

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Does storytelling feel too unironic for our ironic times?

Yeah, I’m not exactly certain when that began. And it’s not just movies, it’s culture-wide. Look at music, the idea of melody. I would say over the last 30 years melody is not really particularly important. Isn’t that analogous to story [in film]?

I think that people have done [the destruction of narrative thing]. Derek Jarman made "Blue," and that’s it. Once he made "Blue" you can’t do anything else. Once Andy Warhol shot the Empire State Building for 8 hours what are you going to do? What more can you do? Jackson Pollock "broke the ice." And by the way I love these people. Jackson Pollock is the greatest, I’m not badmouthing these people, but cinema, for me, the meaning of it is telling a story on film.

For me, it’s an act of hubris to say that you don’t need story because it means that we would be members of the first group of human beings in the entire history of the human race that didn’t need story. And I’m not so arrogant as to suppose that’s the case.

domingo, 18 de março de 2012

L’Art de la pensée

Let’s be modest: in France, film criticism is a tradition. The first French film review dates back to 1908. By 1918-1920, people began calling cinema an art form. By 1946, a new generation of critics, including André Bazin, began trying to define what cinema was. And by the 1950s, when we at the Cahiers du Cinéma attempted to define what an auteur was, we kept coming back to the notion that an auteur was a director whose thought[1] expressed itself on screen.

This reminds me of what my father used to tell me: “Everyone can have a hundred ideas a day. But what counts is to have one idea, and to take it as far as possible each day.” In other words, to have a thought. And the more I think of it, the more I believe that art is, in fact, thought. It’s the manifestation of our imagination through thought - not necessarily the rationality of thought, but the magnitude by which thoughts can express both our conscious and unconscious selves. Plenty of filmmakers have ideas, but very few have a thought.

For instance, Quentin Tarantino has lots of ideas, and from time to time he has a thought, but it’s not an immense one. On the other hand, it was clear from his very first film that James Gray was what the Cahiers called an auteur. You could immediately spot it. And after four films, it’s been confirmed. His work is marked by a highly emotional, sensitive and violent thought, channeled through a mise en scène that is rooted in classic auteur cinema.

With each film, he returns to the same thought over and over again: No matter what you do, our pasts are inescapable. It’s the very definition of tragedy - the pasts, and the Gods, weigh upon us with all their might. All of James Gray’s films consist of one or several characters looking to escape their pasts and liberate themselves, knowing all the while they will never do any such thing. If Visconti in The Leopard employed the maxim: “Everything must change so that nothing will change”, in James Gray’s movies the maxim could be: “We want everything to change, but we know that it cannot.”

The past in James Gray’s world means Family - Family in the sense of a mother, father and/or brother, but also family in a larger sense that reflects American society as a whole, with its notions of good and evil, and the idea that every good deed carries its own evil within it. While family may provide the foundation of love, it also suffocates us with its one original sin: it curtails freedom.

In The Yards, Family is defined by the broader clans of politicians and contractors, with each character shuffling to find their place as they march toward their doom. In Little Odessa, Tim Roth character escapes his family by eliminating them, while in We Own the Night, Joaquin Phoenix character is relentlessly brought back to his family, where he winds up replacing his father. And in Two Lovers, the mother played by Isabella Rosselini lets her son go, knowing however that he’ll soon return, that he’s incapable of leaving home.

Tragedy in James Gray’s films is also manifest in the way he uses action not to advance the plot, but to plunge us deeper into its emotional core. He’s constantly revealing the impossibility of making an “action” film (in the American sense of the term). With the prototypical American film the hero acts to erase the past in order to reach the future, and one could caricature the whole of American cinema as one long sequence of a car chasing another car, as the past recedes into the background.

But in the chase scene in We Own the Night, instead of driving away from the past, the hero heads right into it. His actions are blocked - in fact, he can’t act at all. All action has been withheld, and the hero’s goals are never, in the end, resolved, but left to hang there: the suspense is forever suspended. Rather than trying to reinvent the wheel, so to speak, James Gray gives us a car chase where there’s no real chase, because in his world such a chase simply cannot happen.

While the characters remain blocked by their pasts, they’re also trapped within James Gray’s ironclad use of cinematic framing. As a director, he has reduced his style to the essential - to the frame as the purest expression of his thought. It’s a style that was born with Griffith, then developed by Murnau, and finally perfected by John Ford: if one is not in the frame, one does not exist. There is no hors-champ, no world beyond the limits of the frame, and the more he progresses, the more James Gray utilizes the frame and the frame only as a narrative tool.

This is particularly apparent in Two Lovers, in the scene where Sandra talks to Leonard in his bedroom. Initially, she’s framed at different angles, but during the scene’s crucial moment - where he tells her about the wife he once loved but ultimately lost - Sandra is shown exactly at the center of the frame. For Leonard, this means quite simply that there is no escaping the woman that both his past and family will force him to love, and the mise en scène lays her bare before him. She is the target of anyone’s desires but his own.

If the frame is James Gray’s single most potent cinematic tool, he occasionally uses other techniques - slow-motion, etc. - but only out of pure necessity, and he employs shots/counter-shots in such a way that nothing ever leaves the frame. While most contemporary American Filmmakers are concerned with destroying the frame or exteriorizing it via irony, he does the opposite, enclosing the totality of his art within the frame itself.

Many will deem such a style classical, but I find it to be the opposite. For modernity in cinema is less about inventing something new - an idea which has obsessed Hollywood for the last few decades - than about returning to the past to build upon cinema’s foundations. The films of James Gray, both in their thought and expression, are classic works which reinvent our conception of classicism. They are, therefore, entirely modern.

With auteurs like him, the cinema will never die. Moreover, an art that had waited for millions of years to exist, an art directly founded upon lives that are captured and recorded, will never cease as long as life itself continues. As for how such an art is utilized, that’s another story.

[1] In French, the term “pensée” can signify “thought”, but also a “body of thought,” a “way of thinking,” or a “set of beliefs.”

Jean Douchet

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