Showing posts with label Ed Barreveld. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ed Barreveld. Show all posts

Wednesday, 18 May 2016

LEAGUE OF EXOTIQUE DANCERS opens theatrically on May 20, 2016 in Toronto (Bloor), Vancouver (Rio), Edmonton (Metro Cinema) via KinoSmith

Legendary Burlesque Queen and Russ Meyer Star
KITTEN NATIVIDAD, her cutey cartoony still emblazoned
on the equally legendary gentlemen's club, The Body Shop.
League of Exotique Dancers (2016)
Dir. Rama Rau
Prd. Ed Barreveld
Starring: Kitten Natividad, Camille 2000, Delilah Jones, Gina Bon Bon, Holiday O'Hara, Judith Stein, Lovey Goldmine, Marinka, Toni Elling

READ THE FULL **** FOUR-STAR REVIEW by Greg Klymkiw HERE

Friday, 22 April 2016

LEAGUE OF EXOTIQUE DANCERS - HOT DOCS 2016 Review By Greg Klymkiw - a history of the art of Burlesque through the seen-it-all eyes of Burlesque Hall of Fame inductees

Legendary Burlesque Queen and Russ Meyer Star
KITTEN NATIVIDAD, her cutey cartoony still emblazoned
on the equally legendary gentlemen's club, The Body Shop.
League of Exotique Dancers (2016)
Dir. Rama Rau
Prd. Ed Barreveld
Starring: Kitten Natividad, Camille 2000, Delilah Jones, Gina Bon Bon, Holiday O'Hara, Judith Stein, Lovey Goldmine, Marinka, Toni Elling

Review By Greg Klymkiw
I've always loved burlesque. As a healthy, young lad growing up in Winnipeg, I was surrounded by the finest in this magnificent form of entertainment thanks to a crusty old booking agent by the name of Gladys Balsillie who managed a stable of formidable talent on constant view in only the finest gentlemen's clubs of my old winter city. Known famously as "Gladdie's Girls", these ladies were no mere strippers, but featured performers who put on super-cool shows with props, costumes, jokes, storytelling and even narrative arcs to their dances. The greatest of these ladies was the incomparable June Tracy, a ribald, full-figured octogenarian beauty who spun deliciously dirty tales through her craggy, chain-smoke-charred voice pipes. Not only could she twirl one tassel-adorned breast at a time, she oft-performed her famed bubble bath act in a claw-footed tub and then, always ended every show with a series of vigorous bows and the best exit-line ever: "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she'd belt out and then, after a perfectly-timed pause, "…Thank you, relatives!"
- my review of Beth B's EXPOSED
Last year I prefaced the 2015 edition of Hot Docs with a review of Exposed, Beth B's insightful documentary on contemporary burlesque, which, at the time, was making its DVD debut on Zeitgeist Films home entertainment. One year later, I'm faced with the world premier and opening night picture of Hot Docs 2016, which is none other than ace Storyline Entertainment documentary producer Ed Barreveld's League of Exotique Dancers, directed by Rama Rau.

Rau trains cinematographer Iris Ng's expert lens upon a group of exotic burlesque dancers who are not only still with us, but are on the precipice of their induction into the Burlesque Hall of Fame, which will include more than the mere ceremony, but full-on burlesque shows by a number of these great ladies.

The interviews not only provide a rich history of burlesque, but reveal a cornucopia of insights into the themes of female power, grace and showmanship during a time when women in North America were viewed by most men as Madonnas or Whores, Housewives or Harlots, Molly Maids or Madams (and maybe even a healthy/unhealthy mixture of the aforementioned couplings). Though the film provides any number of positive perspectives on the art of burlesque, it also sheds light on those who view it as sex-trade work, pure and simple, some of their lives replete with abuse, addiction and sadness.

One thing they seem to all agree on, though, is that burlesque was a far cry from straight-up stripping and certainly light-years ahead of how disgusting many of the contemporary clubs have become since the implementation of lap dancing, private dancing and the addition of dark V.I.P. rooms which are little more than whorehouses.

Burlesque is bump-and-grind, to be sure, but with the implementation of costumes, makeup and even stories for the various dances, it's hardly a stretch to declare it erotic performance art of the highest order. Some of the thematic elements of the dances might be imbued with satiric and/or political intent, whilst others are simply there to entertain, but what one cannot deny is the fact that fun, and often humour, are the order of the day.

Seeing these grand ladies in their august years, seated like royalty on their respective perches, dolled-up and dressed to the nines, prancing and parading us through neighbourhoods of their past, is a thing of sheer beauty. To see them perform now, is even more tantalizing (attention all GMILF aficionados), especially in juxtaposition to cutter Rob Ruzic's expertly edited montages of archival footage from the golden age of burlesque.

Each of the women make for magnificently entertaining and insightful interview subjects, but if I'm allowed, I'm picking a handful of favourites. Gotta love the Canadian content (this is a Canadian film, after all) with Judith Stein, her famed monicker none other than the saucy "Great Canadian Beaver", the beautiful and erudite Toni Elling recounting the experience from the women-of-colour perspective and Marinka matter-of-factly discussing her sales of used G-strings to those fetishists wishing to take the scent of a woman back home with them.

Kitten Natividad shares her love story
with master filmmaker, the late Russ Meyer.
The inclusion of the gorgeous, supremely intelligent and truly legendary Kitten Natividad made the whole movie sing for me. Director Rau importantly focuses on Natividad's professional and personal relationship with the great Master filmmaker Russ (Faster Pussycat Kill Kill, Beneath the Valley of the Ultra-Vixens, Up!) Meyer. We get to visit the front yard of his modest suburban dwelling (from which one can see the famed HOLLYWOOD sign) and hear Natividad's reminiscences of what sounds like a truly and deeply profound love story. The film also gives a healthy nod to Meyer's place as a film artist, including some terrific clips from his work and the genuinely amazing footage of Russ cutting on a Movieola in his garage.

I couldn't help but shed a tear as Natividad recounted Meyer's final years afflicted with Alzheimer's and how she selflessly took on the role as his primary caregiver.

What Rau's film finally proves is that sex might sell, but the business and art of selling sex can be infused with great love, joy, intellect, imagination, self-discovery and humanity. This, is a good thing. Judgement is easy. Acceptance is what distinguishes us in the eyes of whatever Creator looks down upon us.

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

League of Exotique Dancers is a Kinosmith release. Its world premiere is the opening night of Hot Docs 2016.

Wednesday, 3 July 2013

HERMAN'S HOUSE - Review By Greg Klymkiw - Premieres on PBS July 8, 2013: An Absolute MUST-SEE!

HERMAN'S HOUSE, a film by Angad Singh Bhalla, produced by Lisa Valencia-Svensson, from Ed Barreveld's visionary Storyline Entertainment, is a call to action. Call it activist cinema, if you must. Ultimately, it is cinema in as fine and pure a form imaginable. Telling the harrowing story of an African-American convict who has spent over 40 years in solitary confinement within a prison once used as a slave breeding plantation and a committed young artist who seeks to deliver a glimmer of hope to this wrongfully convicted human being, it's as maddening as it is moving. Welcome to America! The PBS Premiere is July 8, 2013. Check your local listings It's Online: July 8, 2013 – Aug. 6, 2013. PBS direct link below. The following is a slightly revised reprint of a review that first appeared during the Hot Docs Film Festival and the film's Bloor Cinema theatrical run.


Herman's House (2012) ****
dir. Angad Singh Bhalla
Starring: Jackie Sumell, Herman Wallace

Review By Greg Klymkiw

Herman Wallace.

African-American.

Black Panther activist.

Commits armed bank robbery.

Sentenced to 25 years in Louisiana's Angola Prison (a former slave breeding plantation). 1972: Wrongfully convicted of murdering a prison guard. The evidence is clearly trumped up. Even the wife of the murdered guard believes a miscarriage of justice might have occurred and wants the truth. Appeal after appeal. Nothing.

Herman Wallace was placed in solitary confinement. In 1972. 23 Hours a day. Every single day. A cell measuring six feet by nine feet. It is now 2012.

Solitary confinement is torture. Herman Wallace has been tortured for 40 years. Repeat. 40 years. Ladies and gentlemen, Welcome to America.

In light of a statement made by Jon Hubbard, a Republican legislator from Arkansas in his book, "Letters to the Editor: Confessions of a Frustrated Conservative", it's even more clear where America is headed unless people say "No!" to this continued madness. (And in Canada, we can't afford to be complacent about this. We're currently ruled by psychopaths also.) In his book, the moron Hubbard wrote:

"“… the institution of slavery that the black race has long believed to be an abomination upon its people may actually have been a blessing in disguise. The blacks who could endure those conditions and circumstances would someday be rewarded with citizenship in the greatest nation ever established upon the face of the Earth.”

I've never been more proud to be a Canadian after seeing Herman's House. This is an American story, but it took Canadians to bring it to the screen.

Herman's House is an extraordinary film about extraordinary people in a country that has sadly learned nothing since 1776 but the right of might, the power of the dollar and the exploitation of the poor - a country that purports to be the most powerful democracy in the world, but is little more than a backwards Totalitarian State - run by a greedy, mean-spirited, prejudiced Old Boys Club. Or, call them what you will - an oligarchy, gangsters, the New World Order - or Hell, why not all three? Bush I, Bush II, Clinton, Obama, all those before and all those who will come after - they're just puppets anyway. To paraphrase Michael Corleone in Godfather II: They're all a part of the same hypocrisy.

The people, the Real People, are the victims. Surprisingly they persevere. They shed their victimhood by fighting back - not with fists, but with the weaponry of activism, the fighting spirit of the soul.

This is a movie that will anger, frustrate and yet finally, move you to tears as it explores real compassion and understanding amongst those with the only power they have - their hearts, their minds and most of all, imagination. At times, the storytelling in this miraculous work is so artfully wrought, one occasionally forgets it's a documentary and you find yourself thinking, "Jesus, if this really happened, things are more fucked in America than I ever imagined." Then comes the proverbial pinch. You're not dreaming. You're not watching a neo-realist drama. These are real people, this really happened and is, in fact, really happening.

In America.


When the New York artist Jackie Sumell heard about the plight of Herman Wallace, she began to correspond with him. In time they forged a deep friendship on opposite ends of the country - one free, the other in prison. And not just prison - solitary confinement.

For a crime he did not commit. (And even if he did, which he clearly did not, but just saying - even if he did, you do not torture someone for 40 years. Unless, of course, you are a Totalitarian State - which, though some try to deny it - America most certainly is.)

Jackie began to use her power as an artist to imagine and create the world in which Herman lived. Soon, she began to plumb his imagination and try to discover what a man in solitary might concoct if he could have his very own dream home. Working strictly from Herman's specifications, Jackie created an art piece that represented Herman's design. Not only did Jackie create a work of art (that has toured to five countries), she was able to provide a vehicle for Herman to plumb the depths of his dreams.

Director Angad Bhalla spent five years following this story. We meet with Herman's family, friends and former cell mates and are privy to telephone conversations between Jackie and Herman. On subject matter alone, this would have been a fine film, but it goes well beyond having great material. This is a real movie made by a real filmmaker, surrounded by a first-rate team of collaborators - all of whom have rendered a picture of finely wrought drama and cinematic artistry of a very high order.

Ricardo Acosta's editing skillfully juggles several years worth of material and delivers a compelling forward thrust. The top-drawer cinematography by Bhalla and Iris Ng is full of superlative compositions and a magnificent, deft use of light. Punctuating much of the film are a series of stunning animated sequences by Nicolas Brault that blend perfectly with the overall mise-en-scene.

The sound mixing by the legendary Daniel Pellerin is especially brilliant - capturing the delicate blend of superb location sound, voice-over, Ken Myhr's highly evocative musical score and most astoundingly, the recordings of Herman on the phone (eerily and occasionally punctuated with a computer generated voice that reminds us that the State Correctional Institute is monitoring the conversation).

Welcome to 1984 in 2012.

Welcome, once again, to America!!!

What I love about this film is that it's infused with an independent spirit. The production value and artistry are of a high order, but there's nothing slick about it. Nothing feels machine-tooled in the way so many contemporary documentaries are fashioned. It's grass-roots storytelling - replete with passion, vigour and a deep emotional core.

And, Goddamn!

It's one hell of a great story!

The PBS Premiere is July 8, 2013. Check your local listings It's Online: July 8, 2013 – Aug. 6, 2013. Visit the PBS website HERE. The official Herman's House website is HERE.

Tuesday, 9 April 2013

Ed Barreveld’s annus miraculous - By Greg Klymkiw - Feature Article from POV Magazine on one of Canada's finest producers of documentary product is now online!!!

Ed Barreveld’s annus miraculous
Feature Article for POV Magazine
By Greg Klymkiw
This is acclaimed Canadian documentary producer Ed Barreveld (or "EddieB" as he's known on the mean streets of Toronto). He is seen here through the lens wielded by his four-year-old daughter HAZEL.
This is a shot from one of Ed's productions, THE WORLD BEFORE HER, the critically acclaimed and multi-award-winning feature documentary examining the role of young women in today's India.
This is a shot from another one of Ed's productions, HERMAN'S HOUSE, the critically acclaimed and multi-award winning feature documentary exposing one of the most heinous human right violations in American History (that continues to this day).

These are Ukrainian Garlic Sausages. They really have nothing to do with this other than the fact that the author of this story is UKRAINIAN.
This is Canada's premiere magazine about documentaries and independent films. It is celebrating its 20th year and under the visionary editorial stamp of Canada's legendary Marc Glassman, IT ROCKS BIG TIME! This is where you will find my article on EddieB, Master Gangsta' of Canuck Doc Production. JUST CLICK THE POV LOGO ABOVE AND YOU WILL BE TAKEN ON A MAGIC CYBER CARPET RIDE TO THE ARTICLE THAT PROBES ALL THE CAVITIES THAT ARE FISSURES UPON THE CANADIAN DOCUMENTARY LANDSCAPE. ENJOY!!!

Friday, 18 January 2013

GREG KLYMKIW's 2nd ANNUAL TOP 10 HEROES OF CANADIAN CINEMA (2012 EDITION)

The
2nd
Annual
Klymkiw
Film Corner
TOP TEN
HEROES
of
CANADIAN
CINEMA (2012)


in alphabetical order
by first letter
of first name or company
 
By Greg Klymkiw

DAVE BARBER

Dave Barber - He is legendary. Since 1982, Dave Barber has served as one of the country's chief advocates for the exhibition of Canadian Cinema as the Coordinator of the home away from home to 'Peg cineastes, the Winnipeg Film Group Cinematheque. His first love has always been to champion homegrown product generated in the City of Winnipeg, giving full support to some of the country's most visionary filmmakers and being a vital part of the product's penetration into the national and international marketplace. His second love is Canadian Cinema - period, and he's sought to provide a theatrical home for a myriad of films generated domestically in formats ranging from training/workshop opportunities to retrospectives and last, but not least, as full-fledged theatrical releases. His third love is cinema and he has tirelessly championed the theatrical exhibition of the finest films made internationally that would otherwise have no theatrical home. One of his earliest successes was being the first advocate of Francis Coppola's One From The Heart and providing a theatrical venue for it when the film was ignored by mainstream exhibitors. Since that time he's repeatedly sought out the most challenging cinema to present to movie-lovers in Winnipeg from all over the world. Importantly, Barber's devotion to all the aforementioned remains a chief influence upon several generations of important filmmakers who, from Winnipeg, have taken the world by storm. Everybody knows and loves Dave from all over the world - filmmakers, other exhibitors, programmers, distributors and pretty much anyone who loves and cares deeply about cinema. For decades, Barber was a fixture the Toronto International Film Festival (TIFF) and while he still attends the Hot Docs Film Festival, he has been sadly missing for a couple of years at TIFF. This, frankly, has created a huge void for filmmakers in Winnipeg in addition to the hundreds of international guests who descend upon TIFF. Even though I haven't lived in Winnipeg for over 20 years, exhibitors, distributors, programmers, curators and filmmakers still look upon me as a 'Pegger and pepper me with questions like, "I've been looking for Dave Barber, where's he staying?" [OR] "Where's Dave Barber? Isn't he coming to Toronto this year?" [OR] "What do you mean they've stopped him from coming? I wanted him to see my movie." Sadly, budget "appears" to be the excuse for his absence outside of Winnipeg. As far as I'm concerned, his importance to cinema in Winnipeg (and by extension to the rest of the country) is so integral, that I'd not only have him representing the Winnipeg Film Group and its important place in the theatrical exhibition of domestic and international product at BOTH Hot Docs and TIFF, but I'd be finding any means necessary to scrape together the pittance that would ultimately be required to have him attend Images, the Toronto Gay and Lesbian Festival, the ImagineNative festival, the FantAsia festival, Toronto After Dark Film Festival, the Montreal Festival of Nouveau Cinema and the Vancouver International Film Festival. He needs to be out of the city, out of the office and out in the field. Barber is the lifeblood of cinema in Winnipeg and frankly, his presence is missed outside of the city. This is abominable and frankly, he not only needs to be reinstated to being able to scour for product amongst his old haunts, but to reiterate my aforementioned point, expanded even further. There are few who'd disagree. In fact, anyone who would disagree is full of shit. Then again, I can't frankly imagine anyone being that stupid. So, come on Winnipeg! Barber is important to both Canadian Cinema and the birthplace of Prairie Post-Modernism as an advocate, promoter and exhibitor. Now's the time to reinstate and expand his gifts as an ambassador from Winnipeg, one of the the most historically vibrant regions of independent cinematic voices in the country. As the hit man at the end of Scorsese's Mean Streets says before shoving his gun out the window of a speeding car and blasting away: "NOW'S THE TIME!!!"

ED BARREVELD

Ed Barreveld - 2012 was a banner year for Ed Barreveld and his visionary documentary production company Storyline Entertainment. This is a great thing for a great guy. I met Ed in the 90s when he was the Studio Administrator of the Ontario Office of the National Film Board of Canada (NFB). In those halcyon days, Ed was the man who truly held the purse strings and vetted every element of a film's production. Many administrators in similar positions, especially within the context of government agencies, fit the term "petty bureaucrat" like a glove. Not Ed. He made it his priority to do whatever he had to do to make the lives of the filmmakers at the NFB smooth as silk so they could do what they had to do - create cinema. If you had a problem or needed something, most bureaucrats looked for excuses to say "no" and/or delay stuff to make sure their stinking assholes resting in their feathered nests were secure until every "t" was crossed and every "i" was dotted. With Ed, the films and the filmmakers were always the most important thing. His answer to everything was,"Hmmm, let me see what I can do." And DO, he did. Since the turn of the new century, Ed's been an indie producer of documentary product. This year, his company Storyline Entertainment was tied to 4 tremendous pictures (2 stellar features, The World Before Her and Herman's House) and two very cool TV docs for History (The Real Inglorious Basterds and The Real Sherlock Holmes). He supports gifted filmmakers (Min Sook Lee) and socially committed artists (Angad Singh Bhalla), has a small core of magnificent talent in his office, production coordinator Shasha Nakhai and producer Lisa Valencia-Svensson and on Storyline's most feted picture, he committed himself to helping The World Before Her get off the ground whilst eventually partnering with director Nisha Pahuja's longtime producing partner Cornelia Principe who brilliantly fuelled the creative and logistical engine when the movie was shooting in India. Ed is all about great ideas, partnerships and collaboration. He's bright, funny, generous, kind and passionate. I could probably go on for about another 2000 words, but you'll have to wait for the next issue of POV Magazine for that.

GEOFF PEVERE

Geoff Pevere - When people ask me what film critics I read and why, the numbers have dwindled over the years to those I can count on two hands (well, one and a half hands). Thankfully this clutch of scribes continues to deliver incisive, humorous writing and perhaps for me, most importantly, THEY TELL ME SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW (or something I DO know, but need pointed cajoling to wholly embrace and/or build upon) and as such, engage me in the sort of stimulating dialogue I demand when reading said criticism. One of the digits on my hand (the right hand, to be precise) is a movie-nut spawned in Ottawa, our fair nation's capitol. From his earliest days as a contributor to the now-defunct Cinema Canada, through his superb program notes when he was the Canuck programming guru at the Toronto International Film Festival and of course, the myriad of freelance pieces he contributed over the years to Take OneThe Globe and Mail, etc., as well as the seminal best-seller, the Can-pop-culture history Mondo Canuck (co-written with Grieg Diamond), it was Pevere - more so than the traditional Maple-flavoured bastion of mainstream movie criticism that always reminded me WHY cinema had become the most important mode of cultural expression in all of modern history. Frankly, Pevere spoke to me with the authority of one whose literacy in cinema from all periods was unimpeachable and who generated copy that sang the body electric. When he joined the Toronto Star as a staff movie critic I actually bought the newspaper to read his reviews and frankly, his pieces were the ONLY thing I bothered to read in that bloated advertising rag aimed at inner-city-pseudo lefties and brain-dead suburbanites. Then I started to notice a huge decline in the Star's entertainment pages. Pevere continued to keep up his end of the bargain, but frankly, even his pieces seemed to get shorter and fewer. The Star was one of the quickest to adopt the lowest common denominator approach to cultural reportage/commentary - especially in film: 500 words, a bit of opinion and lots of plot summary, thank you, muchly. Once Pevere took over the Book columnist position, I stopped buying the paper and sneaking looks at Pevere online. When The Star dumped the book column and relegated one of this country's great movie critics to general entertainment reporting, I still did byline searches online, but aside from an occasional think piece on movies or some other pop culture subject, there became even less Pevere to read. When I had the opportunity, along with a select number of folks, to read a brilliant multi-part series of features on alcoholism in the cinema and within culture in general, I was astounded to learn The Star had NO PLACE for this great writing. Pathetic! Pevere is one of Canadian Cinema's great heroes because his writing and passion for cinema in general, places him in a position as lofty as the best of the best. More importantly, and MORE THAN ANY OTHER WRITER in this country (including all the puffery slobbered upon the late, though great, Jay Scott), Pevere created an important body of writing on Canadian Cinema - some of which, and I'm being self-serving here - managed to place an entire body of work I was a part of, in a critical context that could ONLY have made sense to a critic like Pevere rather than the actual filmmakers. In recent times, his writing has dotted numerous literary journals and he wrote what is still and no doubt, will be the seminal book on Don Shebib's Goin' Down Tbe Road. These days, The Globe and Mail has wisely asked him to contribute occasional freelance pieces on film and he's launched a website of new writings on the cinema, The Blessed Diversion Network. Blessed, indeed!

HUSSAIN AMARSHI

Hussain Amarshi - Many Canadian film distribution companies have come and gone, or worse, been swallowed up into a variety of ever-morphing conglomerates. Mongrel survives because it is a company with true vision. Founded by the passionate cineaste Hussain Amarshi in 1994, Mongrel has always set its sights upon vibrant, original and independent work that has a passionate audience out there in the world, but one that many distribution entities were either too lazy, ill-equipped and/or not interested in serving properly. I recall meeting Amarshi in those halcyon days at the beginnings of that exciting New Wave of English Canadian Cinema when he worked on the Atom Egoyan and Jeremy Podeswa films of legendary Canadian producer Camelia Frieburg. What I remember most fondly were conversations that were almost impossible to have with most people in the business - a discourse that seamlessly wove its way through a passion for cinema as art and industry. Many of the glorified used-car hucksters and/or glorified secretaries/bureaucrats in the Canadian film industry who purported and continue to purport being blessed with this gift are little more than masters of lip-service. Not Amarshi - he's always been endowed with the truly magic blend of cinematic aesthetics and business - coursing through his veins like the Congo River's Gates of Hell. The power within, however, manifests itself on the surface with the cultured, erudite and charming persona that's all Amarshi (all the time). One needs only look at the properties Mongrel backs and distributes to get a gander at Amarshi's vision. And his support for the best in Canadian cinema is an unparalleled reflection of good taste. The past year alone saw works as diverse as Peter Mettler's The End of Time, Sarah Polley's Stories We Tell and Deepha Mehta's Midnight's Children - all bearing an unquestionable Canadian pedigree, but with an international flavour. And Mongrel's high levels of great taste are reflected in the superb work they pick up directly and/or the first-rate Sony Pictures Classics they unleash upon the Canadian marketplace. Again, in the past year, Mongrel released the epitome of COOL!!! Witness: A Late Quartet, Amour, Citadel, Holy Motors, Searching For Sugar Man - the list goes on. And lest we forget, Mongrel is distributing the extraordinary Canadian film War Witch (Rebelle), a 2013 Academy Award Nominee for Best Foreign Language Film. Truly great, visionary leaders surround themselves with only the best. Sadly, the Canadian film industry is replete with too many leaders who buffer themselves with milquetoast butt-lickers to satisfy the Status Quo. Again, not Amarshi. He's one of our country's true kick-ass, take-no-prisoners visionaries whose loyalty and belief in assembling and nurturing a great team is one of the ways in which Mongrel stays at the top of the heap. Witness: Tom Alexander, Mongrel's Director of Theatrical Releasing - the only MBA I know who has the makings of a first-rate film critic and instead hustles great product for a great company. Mongrel also has the great taste to utilize the inimitable veteran publicist Bonne Smith of Star PR to hustle the theatrical product to the media. The list, frankly, could go on - Amarshi's team is a veritable Round Table of Canadian Cinema's Knights. Amarshi is, of course, King. Mongrel Media, unlike the ostentatious Camelot, hovers inconspicuously (though impeccably interior designed) on Queen Street West, overlooking the rebuilt asylum across the street. Yes, I know it's politically incorrect to refer to these joints as asylums, but you know what? Mongrel on the home entertainment front also handles Kino Lorber product and as Mongrel was responsible for hustling a whack of first-rate Mario Bava pictures, I'm sticking to the word "Asylum". When you're the coolest of the cool, that's a view worth looking at.

IGOR DRLJACA

Igor Drljaca: Igor Drljaca and his family lived in Sarajevo. Then the Bosnian War started. Shells and missiles went off constantly. Tanks rolled through the city. The ground rumbled and shook like an earthquake. Communism kept Yugoslavia together. Communism was dead. The country was torn apart. Igor and his little brother were children when a view out their window could be deadly and peeking out from within framed a war that left its mark on millions. Weeks of terror instilled itself upon the Drljaca family until they escaped the country and fled to Canada. Young Igor was always an artist and when the time came, he studied film at York University. He made a clutch of phenomenal short films and this year, he unleashed his first feature film Krivina upon the world. Igor is Canadian - through and through. This is the country of his family's salvation, but it's also the country with which Igor discovered artistic freedom and the opportunity to make movies his way - movies that captured life in both Sarajevo and life in Canada. Igor's feature is perhaps one of the most powerful dramatic explorations of the experience of the diaspora uprooted by the Baltic and Eastern European conflicts of the 90s and their lives here in Canada. His acclaimed short film The Fuse: Or How I Burned Simon Bolivar was honoured as one of TIFF's Canadian Top Ten and most recently was nominated for a Canadian Screen Award. Krivina enjoyed its world premier at TIFF 2012 and has secured Canadian Distribution via legendary programmer Stacey Donen's brand new College Street Pictures. It has been selected to participate in the prestigious Rotterdam International Film Festival where it will represent Canada, a country that should be proud of this glorious film and this achievement. It is, after all, a Canadian Film, by a Canadian Filmmaker that deals with the despair suffered by the Bosnian diaspora as new citizens of Canada. It even shares the stylistic extension of a great tradition of Canadian Cinema that typified so much of the country's classic output during the 60s and 70s at the dawn of our feature film industry. Shamefully and almost embarrassingly, Drljaca's great film was invited by Telefilm Canada to apply for marketing assistance to reprsent our country in Rotterdam, only to be rejected on the grounds that the film is not in the English, French or Aboriginal languages. This appalling, short sighted and frankly, ethnocentric stand taken by the Federal agency responsible for assisting Canadian cinema is representative of this country's pathetic ignorance of the fact that there are (and have been since the earliest days of immigration) huge numbers of New Canadians who barely speak the official languages. This, however, is not a disgrace on the part of the diaspora of countries seeking a new life here - it's a reality and a vital part of the country's multicultural tradition. Multiculturalism via the late Prime Minister Trudeau was an official and important policy and is what makes Canada a leader in civil and human rights. Clearly, the federal agency that denied this film funding it deserved (and I reiterate, was invited to apply for) is not only unfair, IT IS DISCRIMINATORY. Some petty bureaucrat(s) looked at their idiotic rules and instead of taking the sort of brave chance one expects from those in the civil service who are there to serve ALL Canadians, they did the usual cowardly ass-covering and said, "Sorry, folks." There are, of course, many examples of civil servants who look at the idiotic guidelines of all sorts of things and make exceptions. These people are the real Canadians, like all those brave boys in the World Wars who didn't bury their heads in the sand and risked everything. When a bureaucrat takes a risk, they're hardly risking their life. In spite of this insult, Drljaca is clearly a proud Canadian filmmaker who has proudly made a genuinely great Canadian film and hopefully will continue to do so. I think we'll be seeing more and more Cultural Heroes like Drljaca in this country who are not going to be stopped by some of the pettiness of this country. They love this country and they will continue to make movies in this country we can all be proud of. Igor is a young, vibrant Canadian filmmaker. He's already delivered great work. This is one hero whose only limit will be the sky.

INGRID HAMILTON

Ingrid Hamilton - I love a great publicist, especially when they blend classic, old-style approaches with current, cutting-edge approaches and, frankly, forward thinking. Maybe it's my obsession with Sweet Smell of Success, having a Father who was a kickass, hands-on promotions and public relations guy, plus my own predilections as a promoter through much of my existence as a producer - whatever it is, I know a GREAT publicist when I see one and Ingrid Hamilton of GAT PR is nothing if not a great publicist. Most importantly: She loves movies. Loves them to death. She KNOWS cinema. Like the back of her hand. She also knows her clients' needs so well, she can take them on and run with them - far beyond anywhere they'd expect. She knows writers, too. She lets them do their thing, provides what they need and hangs back, BUT, she has an uncanny sense of certain writers' tastes and she'll subtly and helpfully, draw their attention to material they WILL enjoy writing about. This should come as no surprise to anyone who read Ingrid when she was a scribe for the inimitable Toronto Sun. I always believed the best journalists made great publicists or screenwriters. She's currently the former, but who knows what rabbits she'll continue to pull out of her hat. Versatility is the strongest suit in this crazy business - especially in Canada. Amazingly, Ingrid also toiled at CTV and more than ably handled their national publicity. Why, amazing? CTV has always been the most un-cool web in Canada and her golden touch brought the unheard of word "hip" to the stodgy old boys' network. Most notably, in recent years, she's been the PR mouthpiece for every great Canadian film type who is doing cool shit - Ingrid Veninger, Kinosmith, The Toronto Jewish Film Festival, the ImagineNative Film Festival, VSC, Indie-Can Entertainment, the new College Street Pictures - the list goes on and on and on - people and organizations that are cooler than cool, and Ingrid knows how to make even cooler. That, my friends is a GREAT publicist. And that is very, very cool indeed.

MICHAEL DOWSE

Michael Dowse - Dowse is a Canadian director who can do no wrong. He's a born filmmaker with the very art of cinema hard-wired into his DNA. His work is Canadian in the best sense of the word. He proves, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Canadian culture IS a thing unto itself, while at the same time, injecting the work with a humour and entertainment value that's universal. From his FUBAR hoser epics right through to GOON, his magnificent ode to hockey, Dowse is, quite simply OUR storyteller. His buckshot sprays effectively upon several generations in this country and try as we might, it's firmly lodged within us - a constant reminder of who we were, are and will be. Dowse is the real thing, and then some.

SARAH POLLEY
Sarah Polley - It's the second year in a row and Canada's true national treasure holds onto the throne (a Muskoka Chair) in my own privately declared Kingdom of Canadian Cultural Heroism. She's smart, funny, cool and three words ultimately suggest all one needs to know why this brave, brilliant writer, director, producer, actor, Mom and activist is a genuine hero of Canadian Cinema. Those three simple words are:

STORIES WE TELL

'Nuff said.
STEVE GRAVESTOCK

Steve Gravestock - If looks were everything, this bespectacled, ball-cap-adorned, goatee-sporting long-hair might be mistaken for a denizen of the InnTowner Hotel in Thunder Bay - sitting sagely in a dark corner of its infamous bar, an abacus on the round table to calculate "tributes" from the "soldiers", wearing the colours of T-Bay's Spartans biker gang (and bearing the monicker of "Professor"), sipping straight from a can of Labatt's 50, nodding in time to the beat of a grinding metal band and surrounded by adoring tight-jeaned, big-haired blondes whose tresses are infused with so much hairspray that they glow like the light emanating from a nuclear reactor. Yes, while he'd definitely be at home in this environment, his talents are ultimately best served as a Senior Programmer with the Toronto International Film Festival Group where for years he has presided over the organization's representation of Canadian Cinema. A tireless devotee to the Nation's celluloid output, Gravestock continues to preside over all matters Canuckian including Festival and Lightbox showcases, special presentations, retrospectives, TIFF's monograph program in association with the University of Toronto Press and the Über-Important  TIFF Canadian Top Ten. People will always whine about awards and Top Ten lists, but let it be said that Gravestock and his Über-Colleague Lisa Goldberg run one of the best organized and superbly designed jury systems in the country. Yes, juries reflect the opinions of the jurors, but Gravestock makes sure those chosen for the task have informed opinions (like, for example, oh, I don't know . . . me? Maybe?) and then the jurors have no idea who each other are and must separately submit their numeric choices in secret. These are tabulated and . . . WOW! My recent experience as a jury member on the CTT yielded the most amazing results - I figured my own tastes would be short shrifted, but in fact, an extremely diverse group of people voted upon most of the films at the TOP of my list, while the others, to my mind, made total sense to be there. My personal favourite Gravestock activity of the Heroic Kind is the vital, ongoing initiative, the Canadian Open Vault series that resurrects and screens genuine classics of early Canadian Cinema. A recent screening of The Hard Part Begins starring Donnelly Rhodes, a gritty 70s beautiful loser drama set against the backdrop of small-town country and western taverns and replete with the decade's trademark existential male angst is one of my favourite examples of this series. It's an important showcase of the astounding parallel work going on in Canuckville during the Easy Riders, Raging Bulls period of cinema. Coolsville, Daddio, Coolsville!!! There are, to my knowledge, no Canadian filmmakers who don't have the highest fondness, respect and downright regard for Gravestock. He's all Canadian, all film loving and all supportive. Most of all, he's a rarity in the rarified film festival world - he's a mensch!

SOSKA TWINS

Soska Twins - Jen and Sylvia Soska might represent one of the most exciting breakthroughs for female filmmaking in Canada since Patricia Rozema dazzled the world with I’ve Heard the Mermaids Singing. Sporting the monicker "Twisted Twins", the identical Vancouver sisters with the exotic blend of Hungarian and First Nations blood, looks and cross-pollinated sensibilities blasted onto the scream-screen-scene with the outrageous no-budget Dead Hooker in a Trunk. This year, they upped their game and delivered the best horror film of the year (from any country I might add) - the utterly, insanely, brilliantly creepy American Mary. Under the mentorship of Eli Roth, they're poised to hit the stratosphere. With a uniquely feminist sensibility, a delectable sense of black humour, a superb sense of time and place and a knack for delving into the darker recesses of humanity, the twins have knocked two out of the park. Next up - a Grand Slam. They're currently galavanting across the globe promoting the hell out of American Mary with companies as diverse and powerful as Universal, Anchor Bay and many others. While making their films they continued to work as bartenders/serving wenches in Vancouver's ever-so-cooler-than-cool watering holes. They're hands-on total filmmakers - auteurs in the best sense of the word since they gratefully accept the assistance and input from a clutch of Canada's best actors and artisans. They're down to earth, bereft (thank Christ!) of pretension and yes, they finish each other's sentences.






Thursday, 8 November 2012

THE WORLD BEFORE HER - Review By Greg Klymkiw

Award-winning doc The World Before Her opens theatrically


The World Before Her (2012) ****
dir.Nisha Pahuja


Review By Greg Klymkiw

Enrolled in a Hindu camp for women, Prachi icily declares that she'll kill (in self-defence) anyone who's against her religion.

"I am not a Gandhi supporter," she asserts from within this camp devoted to Hindu fundamentalism. "Frankly, I hate Gandhi."

Nineteen drop-dead gorgeous participants in the Miss India Pageant prep for a Bombay Times cover shot. "Oomph factor" is everything. "The look is sexy," says their coach. "Not bitchy."

What, then, is the future for the young women of modern India?

Is it adherence to thousands of years of subservient tradition or finding success through beauty? Is it deepening their love for the Hindu religion through rigorous paramilitary training or maintaining their ties to religion and culture while engaging in the exploitation of their sexuality? The chasm between these two polar opposites couldn't be wider and yet, as we discover in Nisha Pahuja's extraordinary and compelling documentary feature The World Before Her, the differences are often skin deep as parallel lines clearly exist beneath the surface.

All of this makes for one lollapalooza of a movie! Vibrant, incisive, penetrating and supremely entertaining, director Pahuja and her crackerjack team deliver one terrific picture - a genuine corker!

Seamlessly, and at times breathtakingly, we shift back and forth between the contestants of the Miss India Pageant training tirelessly within the walls of an urban Novotel for their shot at fame and fortune and the life of Prachi, firmly committed to a career - as she likes to call it - of serving her God, country and culture and preparing in the rural splendour of the Durgha Vahini training camp for young women.

Both groups of women must submit to the rigours of near-castigatory physical activity - albeit very different forms of it. Prachi learns the art of self defence - how to break a man's arm, how to stave off a knife thrust and turn the weapon against her opponent. The beauty contestants engage in punishing exercise regimens, not unlike the U.S. Marine-like maneuvers the Durgha Vahini women go through and are drilled in movement and precision: how to stand, how to walk. What our fundamentalists-in-training don't have to put up with are the hours of beauty makeovers - the most appalling of which are the burning sensations inflicted upon the beauty-queens-in-training during skin-lightening treatments. Ugh! As a fella, I even cringe at the thought of waxing.

For me, however, perhaps the most phenomenal footage in the entire movie are the differences in the relationships the two sets of women have with their parents. The mother and father of one beauty queen contestant are both so open, liberal, supportive and intelligent that their belief and pride in their daughter is deeply moving.

Prachi, on the other hand, is another story. Whenever her father opened his mouth my jaw kept thudding to the floor with such force and frequency, that if metaphor morphed into reality, I'd need to have major dental and periodontal surgery to restore it back into place.

Anyone who does to their kid what this guy does is an asshole. Yeah, yeah, yeah - it's a cultural thing! Big deal! Besides, a Hindu Holy Man I know had bestowed upon me the gift of an English translation of Hindu religious writings and I might be blind, but I sure don't remember anything in there like the following:

Prachi's evil clown of a father is seen sitting cross-legged, often with a smile on his face and his eyes raging with the fires of fundamentalism as he describes how he has been regularly beating his daughter for years in order to teach her right from wrong. Astoundingly, he admits that if his daughter had to engage in a Holy War and die for her religion, he'd be both happy and proud. He even infers that it would be okay in his books if his treatment was mirrored by a future husband.

When he proudly declares how he cured his daughter at age 12 from ever lying to him again, I came close to losing it completely. Daddy Dearest took a red hot iron from the coals and seared the flesh of his daughter's foot so that: (a) it would take weeks to heal and that every time she limped in pain, she'd remember how naughty it was to lie and (b) that the scar would be a constant reminder of her indiscretion.

I reiterate, my pal of the Hindu Holy Man persuasion, a respected Pandit (or as we often refer to him, Panditji) wished to provide me with a first-rate source of Hindu teachings and philosophies and after seeing The World Before Her, I scoured it religiously (so to speak) to find something resembling the idiocies spouted above.

Nada.

Sadly, when Prachi is interviewed about these events, she seems totally at ease with this - going so far as to blithely admit she prefers her Dad punching rather than slapping her since she's able to withstand the pain from the former and not the latter.

It must be all the military training she gets in the female terrorist camp.

As if I wasn't agog enough, Prachi admits that her father DESERVES to beat her because he let her live when she was born. You see, he considered murdering her as she was female, not male.

The film relates the stomach turning statistic that one million female babies in India are murdered every year due to the fact that male children are preferred. They're bread-winners. Women are, uh, parasites who need to be married off. Beyond some basic servitude, it seems they don't offer much anything else of value.

You know, I might have missed something, or maybe the English translation was off, but AGAIN, I really don't remember reading ANYTHING in the Hindu Holy Writings about murdering one's newborn daughter.

This is barbaric.

Prachi's story both parallels and contrasts wildly with the story of one beauty queen referred to in the film. Her mother was so disgusted that her husband wanted to murder their newborn daughter that she left him. The result, a beautiful, intelligent young lady who went on to claim the crown of Miss World India.

I have a few choice descriptive epithets for fathers like the aforementioned, but I'll allow my usual restraint in such matters to refrain from citing them here.

The bottom line is that The World Before Her is must-see viewing for everyone - men, women, sons, daughters - of all races, cultures, traditions and religions. My 11-year-old daughter watched the movie with me and I can't begin to express how profoundly it affected and touched her.

Even more extraordinary were her observations that: (a) the beauty pageant contestants were also beholden to men the way the "old-fashioned" women were and (b) that both sets of women were making their own choices in spite of being in a world where others want to make choices for them.

You know, I couldn't have said it better myself.

This is a revised review that appeared during the 2012 edition of the Hot Docs film festival. "The World Before Her" is now playing theatrically at the Bloor Hot Docs Cinema via Kino-Smith before rolling out on a platform release across Canada. For tickets and info visit the theatre's website HERE.

Tuesday, 9 October 2012

HERMAN'S HOUSE, a film by Angad Singh Bhalla, produced by Lisa Valencia-Svensson, from Ed Barreveld's visionary Storyline Entertainment - Reviewed By Greg Klymkiw


HERMAN'S HOUSE is a call to action. Call it activist cinema, if you must. Ultimately, it is cinema in as fine and pure a form imaginable. Telling the harrowing story of an African-American convict who has spent over 40 years in solitary confinement within a prison once used as a slave breeding plantation and a committed young artist who seeks to deliver a glimmer of hope to this wrongfully convicted human being, it's as maddening as it is moving. Welcome to America!


Herman's House (2012) ****
dir. Angad Singh Bhalla

Starring:
Jackie Sumell,
Herman Wallace

Review By
Greg Klymkiw


Herman Wallace.

African-American.

Black Panther activist.

Commits armed bank robbery.

Sentenced to 25 years in Louisiana's Angola Prison (a former slave breeding plantation). 1972: Wrongfully convicted of murdering a prison guard. The evidence is clearly trumped up. Even the wife of the murdered guard believes a miscarriage of justice might have occurred and wants the truth. Appeal after appeal. Nothing.

Herman Wallace was placed in solitary confinement. In 1972. 23 Hours a day. Every single day. A cell measuring six feet by nine feet. It is now 2012.

Solitary confinement is torture. Herman Wallace has been tortured for 40 years. Repeat. 40 years. Ladies and gentlemen, Welcome to America.

In light of a statement made by Jon Hubbard, a Republican legislator from Arkansas in his book, "Letters to the Editor: Confessions of a Frustrated Conservative", it's even more clear where America is headed unless people say "No!" to this continued madness. (And in Canada, we can't afford to be complacent about this. We're currently ruled by psychopaths also.) In his book, the moron Hubbard wrote:

"“… the institution of slavery that the black race has long believed to be an abomination upon its people may actually have been a blessing in disguise. The blacks who could endure those conditions and circumstances would someday be rewarded with citizenship in the greatest nation ever established upon the face of the Earth.”

I've never been more proud to be a Canadian after seeing Herman's House. This is an American story, but it took Canadians to bring it to the screen.

Herman's House is an extraordinary film about extraordinary people in a country that has sadly learned nothing since 1776 but the right of might, the power of the dollar and the exploitation of the poor - a country that purports to be the most powerful democracy in the world, but is little more than a backwards Totalitarian State - run by a greedy, mean-spirited, prejudiced Old Boys Club. Or, call them what you will - an oligarchy, gangsters, the New World Order - or Hell, why not all three? Bush I, Bush II, Clinton, Obama, all those before and all those who will come after - they're just puppets anyway. To paraphrase Michael Corleone in Godfather II: They're all a part of the same hypocrisy.

The people, the Real People, are the victims. Surprisingly they persevere. They shed their victimhood by fighting back - not with fists, but with the weaponry of activism, the fighting spirit of the soul.

This is a movie that will anger, frustrate and yet finally, move you to tears as it explores real compassion and understanding amongst those with the only power they have - their hearts, their minds and most of all, imagination. At times, the storytelling in this miraculous work is so artfully wrought, one occasionally forgets it's a documentary and you find yourself thinking, "Jesus, if this really happened, things are more fucked in America than I ever imagined." Then comes the proverbial pinch. You're not dreaming. You're not watching a neo-realist drama. These are real people, this really happened and is, in fact, really happening.

In America.

When the New York artist Jackie Sumell heard about the plight of Herman Wallace, she began to correspond with him. In time they forged a deep friendship on opposite ends of the country - one free, the other in prison. And not just prison - solitary confinement.

For a crime he did not commit. (And even if he did, which he clearly did not, but just saying - even if he did, you do not torture someone for 40 years. Unless, of course, you are a Totalitarian State - which, though some try to deny it - America most certainly is.)

Jackie began to use her power as an artist to imagine and create the world in which Herman lived. Soon, she began to plumb his imagination and try to discover what a man in solitary might concoct if he could have his very own dream home. Working strictly from Herman's specifications, Jackie created an art piece that represented Herman's design. Not only did Jackie create a work of art (that has toured to five countries), she was able to provide a vehicle for Herman to plumb the depths of his dreams.

Director Angad Bhalla spent five years following this story. We meet with Herman's family, friends and former cell mates and are privy to telephone conversations between Jackie and Herman. On subject matter alone, this would have been a fine film, but it goes well beyond having great material. This is a real movie made by a real filmmaker, surrounded by a first-rate team of collaborators - all of whom have rendered a picture of finely wrought drama and cinematic artistry of a very high order.

Ricardo Acosta's editing skillfully juggles several years worth of material and delivers a compelling forward thrust. The top-drawer cinematography by Bhalla and Iris Ng is full of superlative compositions and a magnificent, deft use of light. Punctuating much of the film are a series of stunning animated sequences by Nicolas Brault that blend perfectly with the overall mise-en-scene.

The sound mixing by the legendary Daniel Pellerin is especially brilliant - capturing the delicate blend of superb location sound, voice-over, Ken Myhr's highly evocative musical score and most astoundingly, the recordings of Herman on the phone (eerily and occasionally punctuated with a computer generated voice that reminds us that the State Correctional Institute is monitoring the conversation).

Welcome to 1984 in 2012.

Welcome, once again, to America!!!

What I love about this film is that it's infused with an independent spirit. The production value and artistry are of a high order, but there's nothing slick about it. Nothing feels machine-tooled in the way so many contemporary documentaries are fashioned. It's grass-roots storytelling - replete with passion, vigour and a deep emotional core.

And, Goddamn!

It's one hell of a great story!

"Herman's House" is playing in Toronto at the Hot Docs Bloor Theatre. For showtimes, dates and tickets, visit the Bloor website HERE. The official Herman's House website is HERE.

Monday, 16 April 2012

HERMAN'S HOUSE - Review By Greg Klymkiw - Hot Docs 2012 Must See #1


Herman's House (2012) dir. Angad Bhalla
Starring: Jackie Sumell, Herman Wallace

****

By Greg Klymkiw

Herman Wallace - African-American. Black Panther activist. Commits armed bank robbery. Sentenced to 25 years in Louisiana's Angola Prison (a former slave breeding plantation). 1972: Wrongfully convicted of murdering a prison guard. The evidence is clearly trumped up. Even the wife of the murdered guard believes a miscarriage of justice might have occurred and wants the truth. Appeal after appeal. Nothing. Herman Wallace was placed in solitary confinement. In 1972. 23 Hours a day. Every single day. A cell measuring six feet by nine feet. It is now 2012.

Solitary confinement is torture. Herman Wallace has been tortured for 40 years. Repeat. 40 years. Ladies and gentlemen, Welcome to America.

Herman's House is an extraordinary film about extraordinary people in a country that has sadly learned nothing since 1776 but the right of might, the power of the dollar and the exploitation of the poor - a country that purports to be the most powerful democracy in the world, but is little more than a backwards Totalitarian State - run by a greedy, mean-spirited, prejudiced Old Boys Club. Or, call them what you will - an oligarchy, gangsters, the New World Order - or Hell, why not all three? Bush I, Bush II, Clinton, Obama, all those before and all those who will come after - they're just puppets anyway. To paraphrase Michael Corleone in Godfather II: They're all a part of the same hypocrisy.

The people, the Real People, are the victims. Surprisingly they persevere. They shed their victimhood by fighting back - not with fists, but with the weaponry of activism, the fighting spirit of the soul.

This is a movie that will anger, frustrate and yet finally, move you to tears as it explores real compassion and understanding amongst those with the only power they have - their hearts, their minds and most of all, imagination. At times, the storytelling in this miraculous work is so artfully wrought, one occasionally forgets it's a documentary and you find yourself thinking, "Jesus, if this really happened, things are more fucked in America than I ever imagined." Then comes the proverbial pinch. You're not dreaming. You're not watching a neo-realist drama. These are real people, this really happened and is, in fact, really happening.

In America.

When the New York artist Jackie Sumell heard about the plight of Herman Wallace, she began to correspond with him. In time they forged a deep friendship on opposite ends of the country - one free, the other in prison. And not just prison - solitary confinement.

For a crime he did not commit. (And even if he did, which he clearly did not, but just saying - even if he did, you do not torture someone for 40 years. Unless, of course, you are a Totalitarian State - which, though some try to deny it - America most certainly is.)

Jackie began to use her power as an artist to imagine and create the world in which Herman lived. Soon, she began to plumb his imagination and try to discover what a man in solitary might concoct if he could have his very own dream home. Working strictly from Herman's specifications, Jackie created an art piece that represented Herman's design. Not only did Jackie create a work of art (that has toured to five countries), she was able to provide a vehicle for Herman to plumb the depths of his dreams.

Director Angad Bhalla spent five years following this story. We meet with Herman's family, friends and former cell mates and are privy to telephone conversations between Jackie and Herman. On subject matter alone, this would have been a fine film, but it goes well beyond having great material. This is a real movie made by a real filmmaker, surrounded by a first-rate team of collaborators - all of whom have rendered a picture of finely wrought drama and cinematic artistry of a very high order.

Ricardo Acosta's editing skillfully juggles several years worth of material and delivers a compelling forward thrust. The top-drawer cinematography by Bhalla and Iris Ng is full of superlative compositions and a magnificent, deft use of light. Punctuating much of the film are a series of stunning animated sequences by Nicolas Brault that blend perfectly with the overall mise-en-scene.

The sound mixing by the legendary Daniel Pellerin is especially brilliant - capturing the delicate blend of superb location sound, voice-over, Ken Myhr's highly evocative musical score and most astoundingly, the recordings of Herman on the phone (eerily and occasionally punctuated with a computer generated voice that reminds us that the State Correctional Institute is monitoring the conversation).

Welcome to 1984 in 2012.

Welcome, once again, to America!!!

What I love about this film is that it's infused with an independent spirit. The production value and artistry are of a high order, but there's nothing slick about it. Nothing feels machine-tooled in the way so many contemporary documentaries are fashioned. It's grass-roots storytelling - replete with passion, vigour and a deep emotional core.

And, Goddamn!

It's one hell of a great story!

"Herman's House" is playing in Toronto at the Hot Docs 2012 Film Festival on Fri, Apr 27 9:00 PM - TIFF Bell Lightbox 1, Wed, May 2 9:15 PM - The ROM Theatre and Sun, May 6 9:30 PM - TIFF Bell Lightbox 2. For tickets, visit the Hot Docs website HERE. If you miss it at Hot Docs, I can't imagine the film not being picked up and handled properly by a great theatrical distributor. This movie needs to be seen far and wide. The official Herman's House website is HERE.