Showing posts with label Chornobyl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chornobyl. Show all posts

Sunday, 3 June 2012

SEVEN YEARS OF WINTER - Review By Greg Klymkiw - One of the Best Short Dramatic Films I've Seen In Years is playing at the Canadian Film Centre World Wide Short Film Festival 2012 (Toronto) in the programme entitled "Official Selection: Homeland Security"



Seven Years of Winter (2011) dir. Marcus Schwenzel
Starring: Sasha Savenkow, Roman Knyzhka
Script: Schwenzel and Howard Hunt
RATING:****

Review By Greg Klymkiw

Seven Years of Winter is one of the finest short dramatic films made in years.

Unlike so many of its Canadian and American counterparts, this is no empty, hollow "calling card" ("Look Ma! I can do coverage! Hire me to direct crappy TV!") nor is it bite-sized sketch comedy (the kind that sadly gets programmed far too often at film festivals).

There's nothing annoyingly quirky or whimsical about it (the kind of short that makes festival programmers think they're delivering an artistic antidote to the aforementioned one-note jokes) and though the picture deals with an important political backdrop, its eye is clearly on humanity and doesn't become mired in pretentious didacticism (where subject matter is more important than content and the films find themselves shoved into thematic programmes to display the dazzling curatorial - ahem - genius, of the programmers, rather than the films themselves).

Seven Years Of Winter, however, is exactly the sort of film to play in an esteemed international film festival. Quite simply, it's a great picture

Director Marcus Schwenzel captures the near-perfect screenplay with intelligence, sensitivity and cinematic artistry - rendering the simple, heartbreaking and originally-structured-and-wrought narrative with grace and purity. He's a filmmaker I long to see a feature from.

The abandoned Ukrainian city of Pryp'yat, which overlooks the Chornobyl nuclear plant (site of the greatest environmental disaster in recent history) was, during the early years of "democracy" in Eastern Europe, a dangerous beacon to those who sought its bounty. The entire city was evacuated after the Chornobyl meltdown and its thousands of residents had no more than ten to fifteen minutes to gather what belongings they could.

In the deep of night, one winter after many years following the disaster, a van carrying a thirty-something man and a little boy pulls up to a Chornobyl checkpoint. The guard warns the man that radiation levels have increased because of a recent forest fire in the area.

"If I were you, I'd take the kid and just leave," he says.

"Don't be stupid!" says the man in the van. "We've been driving all night." He offers the guard a "gift" of cigarettes, tea and vodka.

The guard is satisfied enough with this token to look the other way, but gruffly adds, "Next time, bring more cigarettes."

Antyom (Knyzhka) delivers words of encouragement and instruction to Andrii (Savenkow), his young charge. The boy has a mission and he vows to carry it out better than the last time he helped Antyom. And on this cold winter night, the little boy enters beyond the barricade, looks to the forest of birch trees and trudging happily through the snow, disappears in the darkness of Chornobyl.

Here is where the screenplay kicks into stylistic high-gear. Moving from naturalistic dialogue, the film deftly traverses into the child's voiceover and from here on in, whenever we're with Andrii, the narration and dialogue shifts seamlessly from his innermost thoughts, to play conversations with an abandoned radiated dog, to imaginary chats with children long gone from their homes in Pryp'yat and eventually, once Andrii has secured the booty for Antyom and is dropped off at the dank, seemingly abandoned housing project where the child lives alone, we move into dreamy flashback-like conversations with his long-dead Mother.

For such a simple tale, that of a young orphan from Kyiv who is exploited by an older man to make endless (and ultimately deadly) trips into the highly radiated poison of Chornobyl to secure passports, I.D. cards and other important documents to sell on the black market, the film touches upon so many important political and cultural issues that plagued the country (and in, fact, continue to do so).

Using simple storytelling, poetic writing and direction, Seven Years of Winter yields all the levels of theme and complexity without abandoning the basic principals of great moviemaking. It is a movie with exquisite performances, fine writing and staggering images from cinematographer Eduardo Ramirez Gonzalez that will haunt you long after seeing the film.

The white of Ukraine's snow, the birch trees, the radiated ash and the boy's seemingly ever-whitening face and black eyes leave indelible impressions upon us. Through the character of Andrii, we are left with the hollow, sickly, starving and dying faces of thousands upon thousands of children who literally or figuratively walked into or from the poison of an abandoned city and a country abandoned by the rest of the world and like its children, exploited by criminals at any cost.

This short film is not to be missed.
SEVEN YEARS OF WINTER is playing at the
Canadian Film Centre Worldwide Short Film Festival 2012 - Toronto
in the OFFICIAL SELECTION: HOMELAND SECURITY
Isabel Bader Theatre: Thursday June 7, 9:30 pm
Isabel Bader Theatre: Sunday June 10, 2:45 pm
Tickets and Info: HERE

READ REVIEWS OF THE WORLDWIDE SHORT FILM FESTIVAL OPENING NIGHT GALA HERE

Wednesday, 30 May 2012

THE CHERNOBYL DIARIES - Review By Greg Klymkiw - Effective horror film set in the abandoned Ukrainian city of Pryp'yat and the Chornobyl nuclear plant. Where there is radiation, there will be mutants.


The Chernobyl Diaries (2012) dir. Bradley Parker

Starring: Dimitri Diatchenko, Jonathan Sadowski, Jesse McCartney

***

Review By Greg Klymkiw

Okay, let's get a few things straight before we dive in. Though this movie was shot in Serbia and Hungary, it is set in Ukraine. I have no problem with this. The aforementioned Eastern European locations are more than suitable stand-ins for Ukraine.

But allow me, if you will, to reiterate - the movie is set in UKRAINE!!! I read a few boneheaded reviews after I saw the movie because I enjoyed the picture a great deal and was surprised to hear it received a whole whack of negative notices from purported film critics. Their quibbles were, to my mind, inconsequential and typically, pretentiously and predictably of the pseudo-egghead-snob variety - or in other words, the usual garble from a passel of geeks who really know nothing about movies and in a knee-jerk fashion, condemned a decent genre film.

Astonishingly, some of these same critics referred to Ukraine as "the Ukraine". We don't call Italy The Italy, do we? A larger slice of Ignorance Pie came from those critics who inexplicably suggested that the movie was set in Russia. The last time I checked, Ukraine was not Russia and the horrendous nuclear disaster happened in Ukraine. In fact, the movie goes out of its way to make sure we all know it's set in Ukraine. Do any of these writers have editors or are the editors as stupid as the writers?

Finally, I have a minor quibble with the filmmakers. Their film is called The Chernobyl Diaries, however, "Chernobyl" is the RUSSIAN transliteration. The Ukrainian transliteration is "Chornobyl". The difference is slight, but distinctive enough that it might have been nice if they'd got it right. If the film had been set DURING the nuclear disaster in 1986 when Russia ruled Ukraine then the Russian transliteration would have made sense, but as it's set in contemporary Ukraine, CHORNOBYL is the correct spelling, not CHERNOBYL. As well, the two Ukrainian cities the movie is set in are transliterated from Ukrainian as Kyiv (not Kiev, which is Russian) and Pryp'yat with the apostrophe to denote the softening of the "p" and NOT Prypiat (which is Russian).

My review will transliterate all these names properly.

Ukraine might be in Eastern Europe, but it might as well be called the "wild west" or, if you will, "The Wild, Wild West". The fall of communism begat two freedoms: Russian gangsterism and weird entrepreneurial opportunities. Yuri (Diatchenko) is no gangster, but a legitimate businessman who specializes in extreme tourism. He guides dumb Americans through the abandoned Ukrainian city of Pryp'yat. Bordering the Chornobyl nuclear plant, this was the site of the huge 1986 environmental disaster.

Paul (Sadowski) has been living in Kyiv for awhile. He's come to love Ukraine, the language, the culture and most of all, the women. It's not for nothing that in their classic ditty "Back in the U.S.S.R.", The Beatles sang: "Those Ukraine girls really knock me out, they leave the west behind." His little brother Chris (McCartney) is on a whirlwind European tour with his babe girlfriend and her even more babe-o-licious friend. They're to meet Paul in Ukraine to eventually all go to Moscow. Paul has other plans. He's arranged a side-jaunt to Pryp'yat through Yuri. Along with another couple (including another babe), the six of them cram into Yuri's rickety van and do a bit of extreme tourism.

Unfortunately, things get a bit more extreme than anyone bargained for. Wandering through the deserted city, they start hearing weird noises punctuating the eerie silence and eventually they're besieged by hungry, radiation-crazed bears, dogs, wolves and ceolocanth-piranha-like fish. When Yuri's van won't start, darkness descends upon the city.

It appears there are other creatures to contend with. And they're hungry. Yuri, however, has a gun, the guys are hunks and are, as such, brave and one of the babes is imbued with plenty of kick-ass abilities. As they must, because it's a horror film, our motley crew ventures into the darkness of the city that overlooks the Chornobyl Nuclear Plant. Where there is radiation, there will be MUTANTS!!! Where there are mutants, carnage will follow.

Shepherded by producer Oren Peli (Paranormal Activity), The Chornobyl Diaries had me chewing my fingernails throughout. The setting is eerie, the situation vaguely believable (Ukraine, in general, can be a very scary place) and the suspense is expertly executed - in spite of the inexplicable use of shaky-cam technique (nobody appears to have a camera to shoot this). The gore is generally at a minimum, but when it occurs, it's plenty gruesome. The atmosphere is super-creepy and the direction, pacing and cutting of the suspense is very solid. The climactic moments are unbearably scary and contain more than any horror movie's fair share of shocks. Thought the shaky cam is unmotivated, one eventually files this away and the handheld cinematography does contribute to the desired effect of jangling the nerves.

Basically, the movie is a very generous grocery list of items that deliver the required scares. Faulty transliteration aside, the major flaw, near as I can tell, is that we have a movie set in Ukraine, but not once do we see anyone eating varenyky, holubtsi or kovbassa. This is a misdemeanor, to be sure, but hardly a capital offence.

What demands a one-way ticket to Siberia, however, is that the movie never gives us any "Ukraine Girls" to knock us out and, of course, to leave the west behind.

"The Chernobyl Diaries" is in wide theatrical release through Warner Brothers.