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Friday, 29 March 2013
BEYOND THE HILLS - Review By Greg Klymkiw - Cristian Mungiu delivers harrowing masterwork in the tradition of Dreyer's great work focusing upon the exploitation of women within fundamentalist religions. Playing theatrically in Canada at TIFF BELL LIGHTBOX in Toronto via Mongrel Media.
Beyond the Hills (2012) *****
dir. Cristian Mungiu
Starring: Cosmina Stratan, Cristina Flutur, Valeriu Andriuta
Review By Greg Klymkiw
Women who confess during their menstrual period are sinners. Afflicted with the said Woman's Time, they do not dare enter a church (Orthodox, of course - other denominations are unholy). It's highly inappropriate to expose the "dirty" condition of vaginal discharge to the face of God or his representatives.
In fact, women who commit any sins whatsoever are shit out of luck in Eastern Rite Christian religions and their penance for any affronts to Our Lord will rate more vigorous, painful prostrations than a priest can shake his censer of incense at. Related to this is that most orphanages (in virtually any former Communist state in Central/Eastern Europe) boot out their charges penniless at age 16-18. The young women who are lucky enough to be earmarked to serve God as a Nun are the few who can avoid being sold into sexual slavery upon leaving the orphanage.
Many of these women recruited to serve God have ironically already suffered abuse at the hands of orphanage officials who notoriously (and for a price), would look the other way while little girls in their care were forced to pose for child pornography. And then, once the "lucky few" chosen to serve God enter the religious institutions, they are repressed, humiliated and indoctrinated into a life of endless exploitation within the Eastern Rite worship of Christ.
I try to reserve the word "masterpiece" for motion pictures that have lived a bit longer in the world than this one, but I'm pretty convinced Cristian Mungiu (director of 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days) has created a film of lasting value. In its own way the film tells an extremely vital tale in a manner that contributes both to cinema as an art and perhaps even more importantly, to humanity.
So yes, Beyond the Hills is a masterpiece. It tells the harrowing and moving story of two friends who took separate paths after their release from a Moldavian orphanage and charts their heartbreaking reunion some years later. Voichita (Cosmina Stratan) joined a nearby monastery to become a nun under the strict patriarchy of an Orthodox priest referred to as "Papa" (Valeriu Andriuta). Alina (Cristina Flutur) has been living "alone" in Germany and working, so she says, as a waitress. Her plan is to extricate Voichita from the monastery so they can rekindle their deep love and friendship together.
God, or rather, religious hypocrisy and hysteria has other plans. What follows is as nightmarish an exploitation of women as the forced sex trade - the creepily insidious manner in which women are forced into the sexist, misogynistic and subservient roles that are so prevalent in cultures rooted in the centuries-old Eastern Rite religious traditions. Even more horrendous are the deep-seeded attitudes these cultures have towards orphans (also rooted in sexism and misogyny). For a huge majority of Eastern Rite followers, orphans take on the sins of their mothers and as such, our two central characters were born into a world that believed them to be lesser human beings because of this.
Mungiu charts the final weeks of the orphans' friendship in a style that is somewhat reminiscent of that employed by Carl Dreyer - most notably in the religious-themed Day of Wrath and Ordet. Visually, Mungiu's images are occasionally stark, but unlike the austere qualities Dreyer imbues his visuals with, Mungiu's frames are much more packed with details that border on neo-realism. Dreyer's approach is obviously more classical (in his own demented, compelling fashion), however he was so ahead of his time in terms of exploring themes of religious repression/oppression upon women. With Mungiu, and Beyond The Hills specifically, it feels like Dreyer has spawned a younger contemporary director to tackle similar themes in equally brilliant ways. Even more extraordinary is that BOTH directors - separated by decades - speak universally, and NOT ephemerally on this theme.
With Beyond the Hills, nothing in terms of production design ever seems less than real, but where Mungiu and Dreyer share approaches can be found in the tableau-styled takes and, of course, in the stories that are told. Dreyer might be one of the great film artists to have committed himself to the thematic concerns of women amidst religious and/or societal repression and their exploitation within these worlds. Clearly with the horrific tale of abortion, 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days and now Beyond the Hills, Mungiu continues in Dreyer's bold thematic and narrative tradition of placing women and their suffering in patriarchal worlds.
Mungiu's screenplay is quite exquisite. There is, on the surface, a relatively simple plot which allows him to layer numerous complex psychological layers and points of view (though the focus is always clear when it needs to be). His cast acquit themselves beautifully with the gorgeous writing he's wrought for them and the long, simple takes allow his cast to naturally bring the story beats alive and to play out in ways that never seem false or predictable.
Furthermore, and with the same mastery brought to bear in Dreyer's great work, Mungiu establishes a pace that is so hypnotic that the film's running time never seems as long as it actually is.
"Beyond The Hills", distributed by Mongrel Media, is playing theatrically in Canada at the Toronto International Film Festival's TIFF BELL LIGHTBOX. For further information and tickets, visit the TIFF website HERE.
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Friday, 7 September 2012
BEYOND THE HILLS - TIFF 2012 - Review By Greg Klymkiw - Cristian Mungiu's masterpiece captures the insidious way in which women are forced into the sexist, misogynistic and subservient roles prevalent in cultures rooted in the centuries-old Eastern Rite religious traditions.
Beyond the Hills (2012) *****
dir. Cristian Mungiu
Starring: Cosmina Stratan, Cristina Flutur, Valeriu Andriuta
Review By Greg Klymkiw
Women who confess during their menstrual period are sinners. Afflicted with the said Woman's Time, they do not dare enter a church (Orthodox, of course - other denominations are unholy). It's highly inappropriate to expose the "dirty" condition of vaginal discharge to the face of God or his representatives.
In fact, women who commit any sins whatsoever are shit out of luck in Eastern Rite Christian religions and their penance for any affronts to Our Lord will rate more vigorous, painful prostrations than a priest can shake his censer of incense at. Related to this is that most orphanages (in virtually any former Communist state in Central/Eastern Europe) boot out their charges penniless at age 16-18. The young women who are lucky enough to be earmarked to serve God as a Nun are the few who can avoid being sold into sexual slavery upon leaving the orphanage. Many of these women recruited to serve God have ironically already suffered abuse at the hands of orphanage officials who notoriously (and for a price), would look the other way while little girls in their care were forced to pose for child pornography. And then, once the "lucky few" chosen to serve God enter the religious institutions, they are repressed, humiliated and indoctrinated into a life of endless exploitation within the Eastern Rite worship of Christ.
I try to reserve the word "masterpiece" for motion pictures that have lived a bit longer in the world than this one, but I'm pretty convinced Cristian Mungiu (director of 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days) has created a film of lasting value. In its own way the film tells an extremely vital tale in a manner that contributes both to cinema as an art and perhaps even more importantly, to humanity.
So yes, Beyond the Hills is a masterpiece. It tells the harrowing and moving story of two friends who took separate paths after their release from a Moldavian orphanage and charts their heartbreaking reunion some years later. Voichita (Cosmina Stratan) joined a nearby monastery to become a nun under the strict patriarchy of an Orthodox priest referred to as "Papa" (Valeriu Andriuta). Alina (Cristina Flutur) has been living "alone" in Germany and working, so she says, as a waitress. Her plan is to extricate Voichita from the monastery so they can rekindle their deep love and friendship together.
God, or rather, religious hypocrisy and hysteria has other plans. What follows is as nightmarish an exploitation of women as the forced sex trade - the creepily insidious manner in which women are forced into the sexist, misogynistic and subservient roles that are so prevalent in cultures rooted in the centuries-old Eastern Rite religious traditions. Even more horrendous are the deep-seeded attitudes these cultures have towards orphans (also rooted in sexism and misogyny). For a huge majority of Eastern Rite followers, orphans take on the sins of their mothers and as such, our two central characters were born into a world that believed them to be lesser human beings because of this.
Mungiu charts the final weeks of the orphans' friendship in a style that is somewhat reminiscent of that employed by Carl Dreyer - most notably in the religious-themed Day of Wrath and Ordet. Visually, Mungiu's images are occasionally stark, but unlike the austere qualities Dreyer imbues his visuals with, Mungiu's frames are much more packed with details that border on neo-realism.
Nothing in terms of production design ever seems less than real, but where Mungiu and Dreyer share approaches can be found in the tableau-styled takes and, of course, in the stories that are told. Dreyer might be one of the great film artists to have committed himself to the thematic concerns of women amidst religious and/or societal repression and their exploitation within these worlds. Clearly with the horrific tale of abortion, 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days and now Beyond the Hills, Mungiu continues in Dreyer's bold thematic and narrative tradition of placing women and their suffering in patriarchal worlds.
Mungiu's screenplay is quite exquisite. There is, on the surface, a relatively simple plot which allows him to layer numerous complex psychological layers and points of view (though the focus is always clear when it needs to be). His cast acquit themselves beautifully with the gorgeous writing he's wrought for them and the long, simple takes allow his cast to naturally bring the story beats alive and to play out in ways that never seem false or predictable.
Furthermore, and with the same mastery brought to bear in Dreyer's great work, Mungiu establishes a pace that is so hypnotic that the film's running time never seems as long as it actually is.
"Beyond The Hills", distributed by Mongrel Media, is playing at the Toronto International Film Festival 2012 (TIFF 2012) Wednesday September 12 Scotiabank 3 9:30 PM and Thursday September 13 Scotiabank 3 5:45 PM. For further information and tickets, visit the TIFF website HERE.
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Friday, 16 March 2012
SUMMER HOLIDAY (aka BOOGIE) - Review By Greg Klymkiw - Consider this a Romanian version of Fellini's "I Vitelloni" and Levinson's "Diner" . It's funny, dark and deeply moving.
Summer Holiday (2008) dir. Radu Muntean
Starring: Dragos Bucur, Anamaria Marinca, Mimi Branescu, Adrian Vancica, Vlad Muntean
***1/2
By Greg Klymkiw
I found the plan for living
That'll last me all through life
I'm gonna take this girl of mine
And make her my wife
Have you heard the news?
Have you heard what I've been saying?
I've been saying I'm in love with you
Have you heard the news?
Have you heard why I'm so happy?
I feel happy 'cause you love me too
-Cliff Richard, "Big News", from the movie Summer Holiday (1963)
In director Radu Muntean's 2008 Summer Holiday, vacation time at a seaside resort in post-Ceauşescu Romania is a far cry from the shenanigans undertaken by dreamy British heart-throb Cliff Richard in the squeaky-clean 1963 British musical with the identical title. Muntean's Romania is utterly bereft of sweet-faced lads emitting dulcet tones - especially those attached to lyrics promising that marriage to the woman you love is a happy "plan of living" that will last forever. (That said, there IS an uncharacteristically sleazy sequence in Rouben Mamoulian's identically titled 1948 Arthur Freed-produced musical involving Mickey Rooney and a sordid barroom floozy. But I digress.)
Not much in Eastern Europe ever seems to last forever. Within the post-Communist context, themes that should be (and indeed are) universal, have that extra tinge of sordid dreariness that offers humour of a much darker nature and drama laced with arsenic. Summer Holiday is all about those fleeting moments of youth that men spend their whole lives the world over desperately trying to recapture. Add Eastern Europe to the mixture, however, and Western male angst pales mightily in comparison.
Shot with well-composed long-takes, there's a Bresson-like quality to Muntean's picture as he goes for a realist approach in this melancholy tale of Bogdan (Dragos Bucur) who, whilst vacationing with his beautiful, loving wife Smaranda (AnaMaria Marinca) and their sweet little boy Adrian (Vlad Muntean), longs for his youthful days of "freedom". On a chance meeting with Penescu (Mimi Branescu) and Iordache (Adrian Vancica), a couple of old buddies from Bogdan's carefree past, he indulges himself in a night of wanton boozing, bowling, clubbing, shawarma gobbling and whoring. The evening of debauchery concludes when the men visit Ceauşescu's long-abandoned country villa to see if the Communist Dictator's peacocks still roam the grounds.
This is "freedom"?
As the film unspools there are numerous moments where most men will wince with the sort of recognition and self-realization that comes from looking into either a literal or figurative mirror. Watching Bogdan playing with his son on the beach - clearly loving the kid, but quickly losing patience as the child wants to follow his own muse instead of Dad's is the first sign that all might not be right with the film's central character.
We see the looks of frustration on his wife's face as he takes an endless cel phone call to deal with a business matter, but when he puts the phone away, his wife's demeanour softens and she looks at him adoringly. Alas, Bogdan's gaze fixes on some young people romping in the water. The wife's face sours again. This, unfortunately is when Bogdan chooses to look at her. This will not be the last time something like this happens.
The movie is replete with so many moments of crossed-wires and misunderstandings. The film's sense of humanity is palpable - it's real, painful and yes, at times funny. The writing is very good, but Muntean's direction and his magnificent cast are even better. It's familiar territory - a man yearns for what he thinks he no longer has and discovers that what he has is so much better than what he regrets not having - but in spite of this slight been-there-done-that quality to the material, Muntean and his actors make it fresh and vibrant.
Bogdan's shenanigans with his buddies - especially the wonderful dialogue and rapport between the men - is like a Romanian heir apparent to Fellini's I Vitteloni and Barry Levinson's Diner. Closer in spirit to the former than the latter, Muntean delivers the humour, but every so often, a moment of heartbreak sneaks in or worse, some genuine meanness and our laughs are doused with the recoil of recognition - we almost cringe with the pain of shame.
Men might resist growing up, but the more they do, the sadder and more pathetic their lives become. There might be more truth in that old Cliff Richard song from HIS Summer Holiday that spills over into Muntean's Summer Holiday. Bogdan, like Cliff, ultimately did find "the plan for living" to last him "all through life" when he took that "girl of mine" and made her his wife. As dark as Muntean's film gets, there is a light at the end of the tunnel.
"Summer Holiday" is available on the very fine label, the Kimstim Collection and is distributed exclusively in the United States by Zeitgeist Films. It's available via both Amazon.com and Amazon.ca and I highly recommend you complete your "Summer Holiday" collection and also buy the Cliff Richard musical AND Rouben Mamoulian's "Summer Holiday" which is - I kid you not - a musical remake of O'Neill's "Ah Wilderness" starring Mickey Rooney. Come on, get all three. I dare you. Make it a "Summer Holiday" hat-trick.
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Thursday, 15 March 2012
TALES FROM THE GOLDEN AGE - Review By Greg Klymkiw - Producing and writing this 141-minute omnibus feature film, Cristian Mungiu (who gave us the stunning "4 Months, 3 Weeks & 2 Days") delivers this astonishingly funny and profoundly moving work about life in Romania under Communist dictator Nicolae Ceausescu. Mungiu directed two of the six shorts, but there is a consistency in both tone and mise-en-scene throughout.
Tales from the Golden Age (2009)
dir. Cristian Mungiu, Ioana Maria Uricaru, Hanno Höfer, Razvan Marculescu, Constantin Popescu Starring: Alexandru Potocean, Teo Corban, Emanuel Pirvu, Avram Biru, Paul Dunca, Viorel Comnici, Ion Sapdaru, Virginia Mirea, Gabriel Spahiu, Diana Cavallioti, Radu Iacoban, Vlad Ivanov, Tania Popa, Liliana Mocanu
*****
By Greg Klymkiw
In Eastern Europe, Communism was a fairy tale concocted by a coterie of well-meaning eggheads. The result was substituting one Totalitarian regime with another. In Romania, dictator Nicolae Ceausescu wielded the Red Sword to ensure total subservience to his Party of One. Laughably, he quite seriously described the 1980's pinnacle of his bone-headed, egotistical, evil, incompetent and vicious reign of terror as "The Golden Age".
It was at this time the brilliant Romanian filmmaker Cristian Mungiu (4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days) would have just been entering his teenage years - experiencing the "joys" of Communism, the horror of a dictatorship and the idiocy of a country trying to keep an ideological falsehood alive in the face of realities it was unwilling to officially acknowledge. About the only thing Ceausescu was able to do with genuine success, was keep the heritage and language of Romania alive and sacred in his subjects' hearts when so many other Communist countries fell prey to the cultural genocide of Russification.
Mungiu would also have lived through the fall of Communism and birth of Capitalism which, frankly, in most Eastern European countries - including Romania - was the aforementioned substitution of one Totalitarian regime for another. (The fall of Communism ultimately gave rise to the Oligarchy of gangsterism.)
In 2009, on the heels of his powerful drama about abortion, 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days, the acclaimed 2007 art house hit, Mungiu embarked upon a truly extraordinary departure - a darkly humourous omnibus film that paid homage to six urban myths from the "Golden Age" of Ceausescu's rule. Producing and writing the entire feature and directing two of the six short films that comprise the 141-minute running time, Mungiu's Tales from the Golden Age is an astonishingly funny and profoundly moving work.
Often, omnibus films will have a wrap-around story to guide us through the proceedings. Mungiu's brilliant screenplay doesn't bother with this conceit. Even though the six films were directed by five different filmmakers, Mungiu deftly managed to deliver a motion picture that's blessed with a consistency of tone. When screened in its entirety - the best way to see it, from beginning to end - the movie is endowed with an overall narrative logic (or, one might even argue, a full narrative arc). The opening and closing credits of the feature proper are also, if anything, a perfect framing device - yet another reason to watch all 141 minutes in one sitting. (You can use subsequent viewings to sample your favourites. I will allow you this indulgence.)
I am also willing to declare that Tales from the Golden Age might well prove to have as much, if not more lasting value, than 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days.
The first tale, "The Legend of the Official Visit", takes place on the day before an official Party motorcade MIGHT come through a tiny rural town. In case they ARE visited, both the Mayor and party officials anxiously strip away the decrepit state people live in and present an utterly fake portrait of bucolic Communist bliss.
The Mayor's hard-working assistant populates the village with cows (to suggest bounty), fills holes in the roads and adorns all buildings, homes and fences with flags, ribbons and portraits of Ceausescu. The townspeople madly sweep, paint and clean - removing the filth and squalor they normally live in.
The biggest spanner in the works, though, is that the Party has ordered the town to have flocks of pigeons on standby to be tossed in the air in case the motorcade comes through. Alas, the only person in the village with pigeons has sold them to his brother who, in turn, has eaten all of them.
Complications ensue ever-further when an official Party inspector arrives, and presents a list of additional ludicrous demands including the undoing of many things which have already been done according to Party specifications. And I reiterate, all this for a motorcade which may or may not come through the town.
It's a slight tale, but it's laugh-out-loud, knee-slappingly hilarious from beginning to end. The surprise twist is also predictable, but seems almost intentionally so since everything is stacked for us to not only expect it, but welcome it when it finally comes.
The second tale takes the idiocy of creating lies to prop up the myth of Ceausescu's Golden Age to even more ridiculous extremes in "The Legend of the Party Photographer" wherein a series of Party-inspired bungling occurs when two official newspaper photographers are ordered to alter a front page photograph to make Ceausescu look taller than a foreign dignitary and place a hat on the dictator's head so as to not make it seem as if he is being deferential to the capitalist ideals of the foreigner.
Too many fingers in the pie conspire against successfully pulling this off.
The third tale, "The Legend of the Zealous Activist" doesn't quite reach the dizzying heights of hilarity achieved by the first two films, but in some ways, this story about a Party bureaucrat trying to bring literacy to an isolated village is still quite pleasant, offers an important thematic bridge to the next series of films and frankly, provides a much-welcome respite from the happy physical discomfort caused by laughing long and hard through the first half hour or so.
In fact, the third tale also gives you a chance to prepare for the gut-busting fourth tale. I can assure you, "The Legend of the Greedy Policeman" - which involves the gassing of a live pig in a tiny kitchen and the subsequent torching of hair from the pig amidst fumes of propane, will have you screaming so loud with laughter that you'll be begging Ceausescu's Ghost to stop the almost physical torture his "Golden Age" of near-moronic hilarity is inflicting upon you. I also advise a bathroom pit-stop BEFORE the movie begins and to avoid drinking or eating anything during your screening.
Curiously, none of the film's five directors are specifically identified with any of the films. They're credited as a collective, even though various press notes and interviews have revealed that Mungiu directed two of the six shorts and that the four other directors each helmed their own short. As previously mentioned, the entire feature has a consistent tone and mise-en-scene which can easily be attributed to Mungiu as the screenwriter and lead producer. That said, if I were a betting man, I'd put everything I own upon my educated guess that the last two shorts of the omnibus are pure, unadulterated Mungiu.
The fifth tale, "The Legend of the Air Sellers" is a funny and romantic tale of a young man and a teenage girl embarking on a hilarious scam to deprive apartment dwellers of their glass bottles in order to turn them in at an exchange depot for cash. Here, the insanity of the bureaucracy and how it inspires/forces people to become thieves and liars in order to survive eventually spirals into a deeply affecting melancholia.
This leaves us with the sixth and last tale, "The Legend of the Chicken Driver". While not without humour, this bears the almost unmistakeable stamp of the Mungiu of 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days. Whereas the bleak, poverty-and-corruption ridden settings have previously been tempered with ludicrous activities delivered with an almost Buster Keaton-like straightness, this story about a truck driver smitten with a proprietress of a roadside cafe and the lengths he goes to in order to win her favour veers into territory that is genuinely tragic.
After all the laughs - many of which have inspired tears - we're left with a sombre, almost film-noir-like tale of a man duped by his own stupidity to dare fall for a femme fatale in this world of pain and corruption.
And here, we are left with tears of sadness.
Though set in Romania, many of my laughs came from the benefit of a virtually identical experience coming from a Ukrainian heritage and hearing similar tales from relatives of days gone by, witnessing Old World traditions in the multicultural fabric of Canadian life and yes, from several trips to Eastern Europe - most notably, contemporary Ukraine. Watching Mungiu's period piece set in a Communist dictatorship in Romania seemed almost identical to my experiences in "modern" Ukraine.
Tales from the Golden Age looks back with somewhat rose-tinted glasses, but as a whole experience, Mungiu lifts the veil and presents what was truly despicable about Eastern European Communist dictatorships. Most importantly, for me, it proved that things have NOT changed - one dictatorship is always replaced with another. Even more tellingly, the film offers the added benefit of presenting a world that reminds us that we too, in our bubble of capitalism and democracy, live in a fairy tale.
If only they all had happy endings.
"Tales from the Golden Age" is available on the very fine label, the Kimstim Collection and is distributed exclusively in the United States by Zeitgeist Films. It's an exquisite transfer of a brilliantly photographed film. The movie is available in Canada via Mongrel Media. Both editions can be purchased at Amazon.ca and the Kimstim/Zeitgeist release can be purchased at Amazon.com
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