Showing posts with label Alzheimers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alzheimers. Show all posts

Saturday, 4 April 2015

GLEN CAMPBELL: I'LL BE ME - Review By Greg Klymkiw - Portrait of Alzheimer's & Artistry


In anticipation of the upcoming 2015 Toronto Hot Docs International Festival of Documentary Cinema, herewith is Greg Klymkiw's review of James Keach's poignant and powerful feature documentary Glen Campbell: I'll Be Me which details the effects of Alzheimer's Disease upon the legendary country and western star as he embarks upon a farewell tour. Released in Canada via VSC, the film is now playing at The Bloor Hot Docs Cinema and opening in Vancouver May 11, 2015 at the VanCity with further playdates to follow.


Glen Campbell: I'll Be Me (2014)
Dir. James Keach
Starring: Glen Campbell, Kim Campbell, Ashley Campbell, Cal Campbell, Shannon Campbell, Jay Leno, John Carter Cash, Sheryl Crow, Steve Martin, Paul McCartney, Bill Clinton, Nancy Pelosi, Bruce Springsteen

There's always the debate in one's mind with documentary cinema as to the balance and/or separation between "artistry" and "subject matter". Some films within the genre work in spite of less-than-exemplary artistic/stylistic vision when the subject matter is so compelling that it supersedes all aesthetic considerations. Glen Campbell: I'll Be Me could almost fall squarely into this critical rumination, but the fact that it is a fairly straightforward document of extraordinary events, still allows it worthy consideration as solid, if not genuinely great filmmaking. The fact that director James Keach expertly focuses upon the task at hand is hardly a reason to dismiss the picture as art of a very high order. Besides, not every documentary film can, should and/or will be Malik Bandjellou's Searching for Sugar Man. Keach's powerful and poignant work, in spite (or because) of its veracity, delivers the goods and then some.

It doesn't get more harrowing, touching, uplifting and yes, even downright entertaining than this. When the legendary country and western star Glen Campbell was diagnosed with the extreme progression of dementia known as Alzheimer's Disease (wherein memories eventually fade to less-than-zero), he not only recorded new material, but embarked upon what would, even under normal circumstances be a gruelling Farewell Concert Tour. He also agreed to allow actor-director James Keach unfettered access to virtually every aspect of this undertaking and, in fact, his life. The desire was, on one hand, for Campbell to surround himself with family, friends and colleagues to do what he loved doing best, and on the other, to provide an important document of the effects of the disease so that the film, album and tour could be an important tool in creating far more support for the research necessary to attack this horrendous disease.

The resulting film will not only appeal to Campbell's multitude of fans, but anyone and everyone who has either suffered with the debilitating effects of the disease upon loved ones, but the general populace at large. The film succeeds more than admirably in all these respects; it's a tremendous concert picture and behind-the-scenes look at mounting this challenging event in the face of a horrendous affliction.

Utilizing concert footage, new interviews, sequences at home and in clinics, plus a choice selection of archival footage, Glen Campbell: I'll Be Me succeeds as one of the best documentaries about the creative process ever made.

We see intimate sequences with Campbell and his gorgeous, devoted wife Kim, watching home movie footage in which he continually expresses confusion as to what and whom he's watching while she patiently reminds him of what these key events in his personal and professional life are. There is an astonishing visit to Washington, D.C. wherein Campbell and his smart, total-babe and mega-talented daughter present a plea for more federal funding of Alzheimer's research. There are two very sweet interviews - one with Steve Martin recounting his experiences as a junior writer on the hit TV variety series "The Glen Campbell Goodtime Hour" and the other with Bruce Springsteen, not only extolling Campbell's artistic virtues, but revealing his own personal experiences with seeing close loved ones being afflicted with Alzheimer's. One of the most alternately moving and hilarious moments is when Paul McCartney visits Campbell backstage to tell him how much he loves him while Campbell looks at the former Beatle with a bemusedly blank expression as in, "Who is this guy, again?" and essentially, though very politely regarding McCartney, as if he were some anonymous member of the singer's humungous public fan base.


It's the music, however, that soars and even more extraordinary are the words of shock from any number of leading doctors in the field of Alzheimer's as they express how someone at Campbell's juncture in the disease should not be so skilled and downright brilliant when he's on stage performing live. Campbell transforms from the addled, befuddled old man backstage and at home into a graceful senior practitioner of musicianship when facing adoring audiences. Campbell does prove to be "un-rehearsable", a bit too chatty and occasionally confused when the cue cards for lyrics are not where he expects them to be. Not that these matter to the live audiences captured on film, nor for that matter to us as we're watching the movie - they all seem an integral part of Campbell's appeal, showmanship and unwavering joy in performing.

And damn! Sometimes it's easy to forget what an astounding guitar player, entertainer and songwriter Campbell was and, certainly during the time of the film's shooting, still is. Campbell even displays a common tic amongst Alzheimer's patients when they're feeding on positive sensory vibes and once it's identified as such, we're even more moved and transported to a kind of grace when we see it as he performs. (One of the most astonishing and heartrending scenes has Campbell on guitar performing "Duelling Banjos" with his brilliant, radiant daughter Ashley on banjo - star Daddy and star-in-the-making Daughter - it's pure movie magic.)

Yes, this is a straightforward document, but as such, it's an ideal and skilful approach to material which needs no stylistic directorial flourishes, but rather showcases a filmmaker intent upon capturing rare truths. My hat is off to James Keach for his unerring, unwavering eye.

What a wonderful picture. I'm so glad it exists and look forward to seeing it again and again.

So too, will you.

THE FILM CORNER RATING: **** 4-Stars

Glen Campbell: I'll Be Me is a VSC release currently playing at The Bloor Hot Docs Cinema in Toronto, to be followed by added playdates across Canada including the VanCity Theatre in Vancouver.

Saturday, 13 September 2014

STILL ALICE - Review By Greg Klymkiw - TIFF 2014 - TIFF SPECIAL PRESENTATION

Hanky Honking Alzheimer's Soap/Slop
Still Alice (2014)
Dir. Richard Glatzer, Wash Westmoreland
Starring: Julianne Moore, Kristen Stewart, Alec Baldwin, Kate Bosworth

Review By Greg Klymkiw

If watching the great Julianne Moore stumble about in an early-onset cloud of Alzheimer's Disease turns your crank, have I got a movie for you! For me, there's a greater disappointment than watching Moore give her all in a shamelessly by-the-numbers disease-of-the-week movie.

Seeing as she stars with Robert Pattinson (Twilight's Edward) in David Cronenberg's Maps to the Stars and Kristen Stewart (Twilight's Bella) in Still Alice, I was kind of hoping for a Julianne Moore Twilight hat-trick this year, but alas, there appears to be no movie at TIFF 2014, nor anywhere on the immediate horizon in which she co-stars with (a preferably shirtless) Taylor Lautner (Twilight's Jacob). I, for one, would have been thrilled to bits if an adult remake of Shark Boy and Lava Girl with Moore and Lautner had surfaced for this very purpose. It was, however, not to be.

What we get is Moore in Cronenberg's creepy, brilliant magnifying glass hovering over the emptiness of contemporary Hollywood and sadly, Moore coupled with the dour and increasingly unwatchable Kristen Stewart in a glorified disease-of-the-week movie that has no business unspooling in major film festivals, much less any big-screen venue.

And make no mistake, Still Alice is wretched - so much so that it actually doesn't hold a candle to some of the best disease-weepies from the 70s movies-of-the-week, which offered up one Camille-like sobber-o-rama after another for the edification of North American housewives not satiated with their afternoon overdoses of soaps on the television and thus allowing them to sit on their plastic-covered chesterfields adorned in curlers stuffing bonbons down their gullets twixt a few solid honks into their hankies.

So do it, ladies (and gents of the appropriate persuasion): don those curlers and pop those chocky-treats into thine respective maws (loaded up with plenty o' Kleenex). You'll be well-equipped to waste more of your lives. Moore plays a brilliant linguist who turns 50 and still has a glorious life and career ahead of her. She's married to a wildly successful Alec Baldwin, a handsome (albeit with a paunch) doctor. On top of this, the lady's got three grown up kids. Two of the three are making her mighty proud. One of them is going to be a lawyer (and is a twin-popping, happily married breeder) and the other, a promising young doctor in med school. The one disappointment to Moore is - you guessed it - Kristen Stewart. She wants to be an actress (in this movie, not real life). It doesn't take the movie long to have Julianne forgetting a whole whack of stuff and when she's diagnosed with Alzheimer's, all hell breaks loose.

Adding even more fodder to inspire tear-gushing and snot-dribbling is that Julianne's strain of Alzheimer's is genetic which means - you guessed it - all three of her kids are prime candidates for the same thing. Oh, woe!

The movie goes through all the motions of our gal getting worse, but trying desperately to hold onto remnants of her sanity. And guess what? The disappointing child, turns out to be a champ and her closest ally during this horrendous time. Who'd a thunk it, eh?

Moore is, of course, terrific. Anyone who knows anyone with Alzheimer's will see a whole lot of truth in the performance she delivers, but that's simply not enough to carry a picture that's so ploddingly predictable and jam-packed with all manner of hackneyed elements. Directors and screenwriters Glatzer and Westmoreland manage, between the two of the them, to serve up all the requisite cliches with very little resembling a discernible style beyond standard camera jockeying.

Adapted from a bestselling novel (which I've happily not read), Still Alice scores points for being about adults and not full of chases and explosions, but it's reverted to the more egregious elements of filmic storytelling for mature audiences. It's not only pure soap suds, but its melodramatic qualities are marched out in the most by-rote fashion imaginable. What seems even more horrific is that after 20+ years of astonishing work as an actress, Moore finally stands a good chance of winning a coveted Oscar for good work in a terrible picture.

The movie does attempt to add a veneer of poeticism, especially during its final minutes, but it's too little too late and frankly, feels false within the context of the rest of the picture. All through Still Alice, I kept thinking, "Yeah, Moore is great, but so what?" This thought, of course, was in the context of Todd Haynes' masterpiece Safe, made 20 years ago (!!!) and starring Moore as a woman afflicted with massive environmental illnesses. That was truly poetic and harrowing and never once conceded to the needs of standard, obvious plot points and dialogue to make the whole thing audience-friendly. On its own, Still Alice stinks, but in contrast to Safe it's as bad a picture as one could ever imagine.

Oh, and not only is it dreadful, but it's sickeningly bourgeois. Moore and her family get to suffer in expensive homes, cottages and all adorned in the finery of the nouveau riche. I guess this is what makes the suffering palatable. God knows poor people are never afflicted with this horrendous disease and if they were, I can't imagine anyone wanting to make or see it.

THE FILM CORNER RATING: *½ One-and-a-half Stars

Still Alice is a Special Presentation at TIFF 2014.

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