Showing posts with label Sarah Polley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sarah Polley. Show all posts

Tuesday, 31 December 2013

GREG KLYMKIW's 3rd ANNUAL TOP 10 HEROES OF CANADIAN CINEMA (2013 Edition) - By Greg Klymkiw


The Film Corner presents the 3rd Annual Top 10 Heroes of Canadian Cinema - 2013 Edition

as selected by Greg Klymkiw - filmmaker, writer and film critic
in alphabetical order by first name or first letter of company name


ADAM LOPEZ
A tireless supporter and promoter of genre film, his magnificent Toronto After Dark Cinema Film Festival just celebrated its 8th year and over the course of nine days over 10,000 fans filled the seats. Most importantly, Lopez has continued to showcase the work of Canada's best genre filmmakers by screening an insane number of Canadian shorts and features. And guess what, audiences go nuts over them - thanks to Lopez and an amazing team of collaborators. Lopez has, over the years, assembled a crew of brilliant, dedicated genre-freaks and festival professionals and while too numerous to name here, a few who make the whole event such a great one include such inimitable forces as Peter Kuplowsky, Christian Burgess and Stephen Landry. The list goes on, but an organization can only be as great as the captain of its ship and I can think of fewer people as obsessed with providing a classy event as Lopez. Greatness MUST flow from the top on down and that's certainly the case here.

ALAN ZWEIG
He made two of the best feature length documentaries of the year - in Canada or anywhere. One took Hot Docs by storm, the other TIFF, where he won the Best Canadian Feature Award as well as being named to TIFF's Canada Top Ten. As a filmmaker, Zweig subverts all expectations and plunges you into the least expected territory in a style uniquely personal and finally very much his own – so much so I predict that we’ll eventually see new generations of filmmakers drawing from his approach and using it as a springboard for their own work. This, of course, is what all great art inspires. And Zweig is nothing if not inspirational. He's also a curmudgeon and a comedian. The best curmudgeons, of course, are lovable softies beneath the fleshy layers of malcontent grumbling and the best comedians NEVER try hard to make you laugh - they just DO. And hell, in one year he gave all of us 15 reasons to live and proved that when Jews were funny was that time in everyone's life when family and the cultural hearth that nurtured us is still alive IF we keep it alive and never forget who we are or where we came from.
BONNE SMITH
Bonne is a veteran film publicist. I first met her in the 90s via the late, great and inimitable film distributor Jim Murphy where she oversaw the publicity and marketing of several important Canadian films at Malo. Her company StarPR, continues guiding our films and filmmakers into the maw of p.r. and she does so with cheer, aplomb and boundless energy. Recent offerings she's shepherded include Stories We Tell, Empire of Dirt and Ingrid Veninger's The Animal Project. She's a class act. One of only a few I can count in that profession on my two hands.

COLIN GEDDES
He is the "Oskar Schindler of Toronto Cinema" - at least according to his pal Matt Brown who coined the phrase to describe Colin's Herculean efforts to save and preserve all manner of film culture in the Centre of Canada's Universe. (I've seen but a fraction of the archives and experienced multiple orgasms over it.) As a programmer with TIFF, he's presented some of the finest Canadian films in his Midnight Madness and Vanguard series and he's now got his hands on The Royal Cinema and it looks like great news for Canadian independent filmmakers. Even more exciting are Colin's efforts as an executive producer - most notably, his incredible job bringing the brilliant Manborg to the world. More, I can assure you, will follow. Of course, there is a cliche that behind every great man is an even greater woman. Here, it is no mere cliche. With Colin, he is in cahoots on most matters professional and artistic with his brilliant wife Katarina Gligorijevic and they're a formidable duo. She has the edge, though. She is, you see, of the Serbian persuasion. (Like my old man once said to me after seeing Underground, "The Serbs are our ["our" = Ukrainians] brothers and sisters in the fight against the oppression of communism." This really has nothing to do with anything, but it sounded good at the time.)

GLEN WOOD
JORDANA AARONS
Via his production company Viddywell Films, Glen Wood continues to display the sort of vision he's always applied to his trajectory in the Canadian film business (including a visionary stint as Mongrel Media's home entertainment division head honcho). He collaborated with an old partner in cinematic crime, the "I don't take no for an answer (but so politely and gently and with even Karma, if you please)" Jordana Aarons and together they brought "Stage To Screen" to life, a series of cool, short films celebrating the illustrious career and opulent architecture of Toronto's legendary, magical and still majestic Wintergarden Theatre. With a gala premiere, support from BravoFact and other notable cultural institutions, one of the six films, Wakening, from director Danis Goulet and writer Tony Elliot, historically took the honour of being the first Canadian short film to open the Toronto International Film Festival's Opening Night Gala. Glen and Jordana collaborated a few years ago on the TIFF Sprockets award winning Chris Trebilcock short Adam Avenger and while they have their own companies and slates (Aarons' company is Cedar Avenue Productions), one assumes this professional marriage made in Heaven will continue onwards and upwards.


JOHN GREYSON
He is a national treasure. He is one of the most important filmmakers Canada has ever unleashed. He is a great teacher and mentor and a fiercely committed human rights activist (as human being and filmmaker). On his way to Gaza with Canadian emergency room doctor Tarek Loubani (to explore the potential of making a new film), he and Loubani witnessed the savage, brutal slayings and assaults upon innocent civilians in the military-controlled dictatorship of Egypt. Loubani sprung into action with medical assistance as Greyson began to shoot the carnage, his camera and unflagging eye capturing the truth of events most mainstream media couldn't begin to imagine doing. He and Loubani were illegally arrested, tortured and incarcerated in a Cairo prison. They never gave up hope and conducted themselves as friends to and advocates of their innocent fellow prisoners. John and Tarek are free now. Loubani continues to offer healing in the emergency room in London, Ontario whilst Greyson, one of the sweetest, most intelligent and committed artists in our country continues to teach and make cinema. Greyson will even be making an appearance at the TIFF Bell Lightbox to discuss activist cinema. Don't miss that, folks. It'll be a rare opportunity to shout: Bravo Maestro!

KATIE UHLMANN
She's ambitious, talented and the camera loves her. She's the host and engine driver (along with her mother, producer Joanne Uhlmann) of the Smithee TV web series "Katie Chats". I love her style, which is getting slicker with every interview. She genuinely, as the title of her show says, "CHATS". She asks the kind of questions that let film practitioners deal with all aspects of their work - everything from thematic issues to the basic nuts and bolts. She's logged and uploaded over 1200 interviews online and her importance to the Canadian film industry cannot, for even a second, be underestimated. Why? Her goal is to build the largest database of interviews with Canadian filmmakers - ever. And she's well on her way. What's great is that she not only interviews directors, but writers, producers, editors, sound recordists, the list goes on. Her interviews are painting a valuable portrait of Canada's film culture. Oh, she'll interview non-Canadians, too. :-) Jesus. Did I just use a smiley face? Well, that's what she inspires - smiles all round. She's friendly, good-humoured, spirited and genuinely interested in chatting with people about their important work so necessary to building our vibrant cultural heritage.

MITCH DAVIS
I met Mitch Davis online in the mid-90s (it was dialup access back then kiddies). Newsgroups were the rage amongst movie geeks and it made sense I'd be trading quips with someone like Mitch on alt.cult-movies. Mitch was in Montreal producing a feature film directed by his best pal and roommate Karim Hussain (one of the best cinematographers out there these days having spectacularly shot Richard Stanley's L'Autre Monde, Jason Eisener's Hobo With a Shotgun and Jovanka Vuckovic's The Captured Bird). The feature took several years to make and was fraught with all manner of difficulties (negative impounded, absconded with and general fucking over due to the film's delectably vile content). I was producing a film around the same time - not necessarily "vile", but extremely controversial - and I started having a whack of trouble getting my footage processed at the National Film Board of Canada lab in Montreal. It turned out the NFB were getting flack for processing footage for Mitch and Karim's film and when I strolled in there with a movie starring Nina Hartley, Annie Sprinkle and Daniel MacIvor (sporting the hugest life-like penile prosthetic known to man), the proverbial merde hit the fan in the dank hallways of NFB, the sounds of outraged bureaus' splattering resonating over the endless drone of flickering fluorescent light. Several email quips followed, along the lines of "Hey Mitch, thanks a fucking lot for getting the bureaucrats' hair standing up on end before I got the pleasure, bud. Thanks a fucking lot" and replies along the lines of, "No problem, anytime." Luckily, I was prepping the film for a screening at the World Film Festival (Festival des Films du Monde de Montréal) and a couple of telephone calls from fest toppers Daniele Cauchard and the formidable Serge Losique kept the bureaus at bay and I got what I needed. My path crossed with Mitch briefly in 1997 when he and Karim became co-directors of the magnificent FantAsia film festival, but as the years churned on, I found myself in Montreal less and less. Newsgroups are pretty much long-gone, but now there's Facebook and Twitter and I'm able to keep abreast of Mr. Davis' exploits. It's 2013 and Mitch is STILL the co-director of what's become a genre film festival as important to international buyers, critics and fans as Sitges, L'Etrange, TADFF and, of course Midnight Madness at TIFF. And here's the deal, Mitch, like his colleagues in Hogtown, Colin and Adam, has been a constant champion of Canadian Cinema - programming a myriad of shorts and features every year along with the tremendous foreign offerings. He's still rocking and Mitch has become one of the foremost finger-on-the-pulse guys in this business. And he proudly posed for a photograph with Mayor Rob Ford. It's enough to make anyone who trolled newsgroups in the 90s green with envy.


SARAH POLLEY
Okay, so this is the third year of this formidable list and for a third year in a row, I've simply decided - here and now - that this magnificent human being is probably going to keep doing endlessly heroic deeds to keep me doffing my hat in her estimable direction. Not that she wants it, needs it or asks for it. Sarah Polley is the real thing. She makes great movies and never stops working to make life better for other people. This year, she's being inducted into the Order of Canada and her extraordinary Stories We Tell has taken the world by storm. It's even a finalist leading up to the Oscar nominations for Best Feature Documentary. The thing, however, that filled my heart with a heavenly body worth of warmth, on an almost daily basis this year, was how she moved mountains to fight for the release of John Greyson and Tarek Loubani from their illegal incarceration in Egypt. She rallied the troops at TIFF, put the plights of the pair on the lips of movie stars and wags from all over the world, pinned "Free Tarek and John" buttons on everyone in her path, distributed buttons to an army of volunteers who, in turn, did likewise. She never stops. Ever. And on top of it all, she's still a Mom - a normal, loving, wonderful Mom who can be seen on the streets with her sweet little girl, getting sun, going for walks - being a Mom of Moms. She IS a national treasure and of anyone I know, she is probably the greatest ambassador to the world of what it means to be TRULY CANADIAN!!!

SILVA BASMAJIAN
It's because of people like Silva Basmajian that the National Film Board of Canada continues to hold the high reputation that in recent years, it would NOT have if it wasn't for her warm, gracious, inviting filmmaker-friendly approach to her work. Silva Basmajian was with the NFB for 30 years. This year she retired. Sure, she probably wanted a change of view after three decades of service - NOT so much to the NFB (true bureaucrats serve their bureaucracy, not their clients) - but to the art of Canadian film culture and all the filmmakers who benefited from her wisdom, experience and kindness. Personally, my feeling is that no matter how insistent she might have been to retire is that it's to the NFB's utter shame that the whole organization didn't get down on its knees (something bureaucrats know how to do better than most) to do everything possible to keep her within the organization. It's typical of such bureaucracies - especially in Canadian government agencies - just how petty they are and how little they have by way of honour and commitment to those who MAKE THEM. For example, a recent visit to the NFB's institutional website yielded NOT ONE HIT when I plunked her name into a search engine. NOT ONE!!! I tried again and again and again. Put all other names of NFB types - past, present and, uh, soon to be leaving - and there were plenty of hits for THEM. I went there in search of a page that might have provided a nice summary of her career and service with the NFB - some small online tribute. Nothing. I will tell you, as someone who has benefitted from her wisdom and guidance and as someone who knows veritable bucket-loads of people who've garnered only the best of what someone like Madame Basmajian has offered, she has been one of the most important driving forces at the National Film Board in English Canada - ever. In recent years as the Executive Producer of the NFB's Ontario office, she led the way with numerous quality productions, cutting edge initiatives and, of course, Sarah Polley's Stories We Tell. I'm too lazy right now to find an equivalent to the word "mensch" to describe this truly great lady. Whatever it is, if it even exists, it wouldn't be good enough, anyway. Silva Basmajian IS a mensch of the highest order and I wish her the very best in the next phase of her brilliant career.



Wednesday, 13 November 2013

FRANCES HA Criterion Collection Blu-Ray Review By Greg Klymkiw - Featherweight Extras, Featherweight Film


A happy-go-lucky dancer with modest talent couch surfs whilst looking for her true calling in that magical, romantic Isle of Manhattan. O! The laughter. The tears. The whimsy. My God! The whimsy! Now, if you have already seen this film and love it to death (as many do), this I trust will be more than enough reason to secure the dual format (Blu-Ray and DVD) edition of Frances Ha from the illustrious Criterion Collection. The gorgeous black and white photography looks absolutely sumptuous on both formats (up-rezzed DVD looks fine, but Blu-Ray is the look to beat) and the film is nicely packaged in Criterion's distinctive housing that includes a decent essay within the accompanying booklet. The sound, by the way (and again, especially on Blu-Ray), is utterly exquisite. Baumbach wisely delivers a great mono-centric mix which is appropriate to the black and white visuals and the tale itself. The extra features on the disc, though, feel pretty lightweight. This sort of makes sense given that the movie itself is as lightweight as they come - especially given that director Noah Baumbauch normally has the ability to sear his humour with red-hot pain that cuts very deep. In spite of this, there are pleasures to be had whilst burrowing into the accompanying short video supplements.

The best of the lot is a phenomenally engaging conversation between Canadian Treasure, film director, screenwriter and actress Sarah Polley with Frances Ha star/co-writer Greta Gerwig. Their rapport is natural and the discussion is funny and insightful. While watching it, though, I couldn't help but think about what a great screenwriter Polley is and how she could have taken the same material and written rings around it. I also lamented the fact that Polley wasn't actually IN the film - there's a role that would have been ideal for her, but it was, alas, not to be. A brief chat twixt Peter Bogdanovich and Baumbach is notable only for how insanely short it is. I'd have enjoyed seeing these two go head to head on a bunch of film-related topics for a good hour or two. The short doc on the film's cinematography is excellent - full of delicious technical geekery. That said, I'd have appreciated hearing Baumbach go on a lot longer about the visual style in terms of narrative and character AND at length with the inimitable Bogdanovich in the aforementioned short. All the technical aspects of the look and sound are "Director Approved", but one does feel a tad shortchanged by the meagre supplements. Fans of the film won't mind at all, but for those of us who vaguely like, but don't love the film, there are so many other things that could have enhanced our overall enjoyment of this Criterion release. And now, on to the film...



Frances Ha (2012) Dir. Noah Baumbach ***
Starring: Greta Gerwig, Mickey Sumner, Grace Gummer, Adam Driver

Review By Greg Klymkiw

Does anybody really like whimsy? Sadly, too many. Especially those who pretend they love art films, but would NEVER be caught dead in the real thing. Instead, this particularly loathsome brand of poseurs will flock to French films that overflow with whimsy. Whimsical properties, you see, are, for this fella', not unlike rivers of copious snot spewing from a crack whore's nostrils.

The French, of course, are masters of this sickening element of cinema that one might as well call it a genre. Amélie is the ultimate nadir of whimsical cinema - so revoltingly twee all I wanted to do was cold-cock Audrey Tatou with a roundhouse to her stupidly winsome face and just keep smashing it repeatedly with my fists (or, for extra flavour, a healthy series of pistol whips across the bridge of her nose). Frances Ha, however, has Greta Gerwig (Damsels in Distress) going for it. Not only is she director Noah Baumbach's girlfriend, she's a major league dish and always delightful. More importantly, Greta smokes cigarettes in the movie and there is absolutely nothing sexier onscreen than beautiful women (well, even ugly ones) who smoke the delectable pole of tobacco. Speaking of smoking poles, whilst watching one of the numerous scenes of young women prancing about Manhattan to the music of Georges Delerue, I briefly conjured up an image of Greta Gerwig slurping down Vincent Gallo's spunk during the onscreen blow job scene in Brown Bunny until remembering it was not Gerwig, but rather Greta's doppelgänger Chloë Sevigny who so expertly sucked the brass off Gallo's doorknob.

But, I digress.


Though the first few minutes of Noah Baumbach's Frances Ha was charming me, I was also getting a few warning tingles not unlike those that rise, almost like bile, whenever whimsical French movies unspool before me. Luckily, a couple of factors allowed me to suppress the need to cold-cock someone. First of all, as mentioned, Audrey Tatou was nowhere in sight and we got galumphing Greta in her stead. Secondly, the movie is not French. It's American, thank Christ. Even though Baumbach layers his soundtrack with endless movie music by Georges Delerue (notably, some themes from one of the most offensive French turd droppings of whimsy, King of Hearts), it's all used in the service of evoking an exotic sense of romance to the Manhattan locations which, serve as a backdrop to this tale of friendship and self-discovery

On the surface, Frances Ha could well be subtitled: Greta Gerwig Gets Her Own Apartment. The title character she plays surfs from one couch to another after Sophie (Mickey Sumner), her best friend and roommate, decides to move into a desirable and tony Tribeca flat Frances can't possibly afford. Everyone our heroine knows either has a job or is a rich kid. Frances comes from modest middle class stock, works as an apprentice dancer and sometime ballet teacher and does so in New York - surely one of the most expensive cities to live in the world. She's 27, can't really dance well at all and her dreams of the future are far too unrealistic - especially considering that her mentor/boss at the dance company can see where Frances's real talent lies - a talent Frances can't imagine she has.

The film is endowed with a simple, vignette-heavy plot, but these set pieces of parties, clubs, dinners, slacking and just plain having fun are always funny, joyous and genuinely moving because it becomes plainly obvious that Frances needs more than her own apartment and a job that fulfills her - she needs to grow-up but also maintain her deep love and friendship with Sophie.


Baumbach wisely chose to shoot his film in black and white which goes a long way to allowing us to accept this fairy tale of a young woman steadfastly holding onto a storybook existence of perpetual childhood. Cinematographer Sam Levy manages to paint some gorgeous images without shooting on traditional film stock. Using a Canon EOS 5D, Levy manages to replicate the sort of lovely fine grain so prevalent in well shot 16-to-35 blow-ups in days of yore. More importantly, the film seems to be timed perfectly to capture the gorgeous old silver nitrate look from the 30s. This proves, for the most part, to be a blessing in disguise, but it's occasionally a curse.

You see, my limited screenings of the film suggest that auditorium size,  throw and projector calibration go a long way to achieve the best possible look for the picture. One screening I experienced, the picture seemed murky and with little detail, while yet another was a night and day situation where in the picture had both detail and lustre. As mentioned above, the picture looks great on this Criterion edition, but if truth be told, I think - given the airy qualities of the film - I probably preferred seeing it on the big screen in a real movie theatre which, I did three times and speaks volumes as to its aesthetic success (for me) away from the home format. Annoyingly, though, a big screen experience can only be as great as the cinema it plays in and since most of them are dreadfully calibrated and operated by knotheads, this ultimate experience is so rare that one is ultimately better of with the Criterion disc. (And puh-leeze, VOD, digital download, etc. just doesn't cut it for this or any film worth watching.)

All in all, Frances Ha is a sweet, funny and meandering little movie - chockfull of lovely performances, some deft writing from star Gerwig in collaboration with Baumbach and several sequences infused with pure, unadulterated joy. Most of all, it's so refreshing to see a movie about young, vibrant, smart women where they're not relegated to being mere appendages to the male characters or worse, shoehorned into traditional contemporary chick-flick trappings.

The picture delivers real flesh and blood and though it does border precariously upon the precipice of whimsy, it never flings itself with the sort of offensive abandon the French are so obsessed with into the maw of rancid whimsy that inspires a good upchuck rather than a genuine good time.

"Francis Ha" is available in the USA only in the Criterion Collection dual format edition. A supplement-free DVD is available in Canada from Mongrel Media.

Sunday, 2 June 2013

STORIES WE TELL - DVD Review By Greg Klymkiw - Masterpiece of Canadian Cinema by Sarah Polley is now Available on DVD from Mongrel Media as its brilliant director receives Canada Highest Honour - the 2013 Governor General's Award for Performing Arts

"Under cover of her silence he pressed her arm closely
to his side, and, as they stood at the hotel door, he felt
that they had escaped from their lives and duties,
escaped from home and friends and run away together
with wild and radiant hearts to a new adventure."
- James Joyce, The Dead
Try as much as possible to be wholly alive, with all your might,
and when you laugh, laugh like hell and when you get angry, get good and angry.
Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.” - William Saroyan

Call it hyperbole, call it what you will, but from the first time I saw this film and each subsequent viewing (I've now lost track of how many times I've actually watched it all the way through), I am convinced more and more that Sarah Polley has made one of the greatest documentaries to ever come out of Canada. This alone would be enough praise, given the fact that Canada essentially invented the documentary genre as we have come to know it in the purest form, but I'll go further and say that she's etched a modern masterpiece and that frankly, it's my pleasure to declare that it is one of the greatest documentaries made anywhere at anytime.

The film blends three key elements that make a great documentary:

1. The craft is impeccable.

2. The film busts through borders, but in subtle, intelligent ways.

3. The subject matter - for me, love - is unbeatable.

Using the filmmaking process as a journey of self-discovery is a solid enough tradition, but Polley uses it in a completely unselfish way to find a great story during the process itself and doing so without any of the self indulgence that can taint many such pictures. It's a great story that touched not only her (and we do experience this), but one that reaches out to the audience and provides such universal emotions that I cannot think of anyone being unable to find pieces of their own lives and souls within this astonishing movie.

Polley was recently honoured with Canada's greatest accolade, the Governor General's Award in Performing Arts for her long and distinguished career (over a very short span of time). Coinciding with this is the DVD release of this film via Mongrel Media. This is clearly a must-own item in spite of the fact that one assumes Mongrel will eventually produce and release a Deluxe Blu-Ray edition replete with a myriad of supplementary features. I for one, look forward to a detailed moderated commentary track, out takes and deleted scenes (including full extended interviews) and, if possible, festival panel discussions Polley participated on in support of the film. Until that time, this is a film you need to own and cherish. I suspect you will be happy to indulge in what collectors refer to as a "double dip" when a more added value edition becomes available.

In the meantime, here is a slightly revised version of my review that appeared during TIFF 2012 and upon the film's subsequent theatrical release.

Stories We Tell (2012)
***** dir. Sarah Polley

Review By Greg Klymkiw
"Death is not an easy thing for anyone to understand, least of all a child, but ... I know you will remember this — that nothing good ever ends. If it did, there would be no people in the world — no life at all, anywhere. And the world is full of people and full of wonderful life." - William Saroyan, The Human Comedy
Nature, nurture and the manner in which their influence upon our lives inspires common threads in the telling of tales that are in turn relayed, processed and synthesized by what we think we see and what we want to see are the ingredients which make up Sarah Polley’s latest work as a director.

Her Oscar-nominated Away From Her was a well-crafted dramatic plunge into the effect of Alzheimer’s upon a married couple. Take This Waltz blasted a few light years forward, delivering a film that’s on one hand, a wonky-plonky romantic comedy and on the other, a sad, devastating portrait of love gone awry and all the while being perhaps one of the most progressive films about female passion and sexuality made in a modern, contemporary North American (though specifically Canadian context).

Stories We Tell is something altogether different and, in fact, roots Polley ever so firmly in contemporary cinema history as someone who has generated a bonafide masterpiece. It is first and foremost a story of family – not just a family, or for that matter any family, but rather a mad, warm, brilliant passionate family who expose their lives in the kind of raw no-guts-no-glory manner that only film can allow.

Most importantly, the lives exposed are as individual as they are universal and ultimately it’s a film about all of us. It is a documentary with a compelling narrative arc, yet one that is as mysterious and provocative and profoundly moving, as you’re likely to see.

Love permeates the entire film – the kind of consuming love that we’ve all felt at one point or another. We experience love within the context of relationships most of us are familiar with: a husband and wife, a mother and child, brothers and sisters, (half and full) family and friends and yes, “illicit love” (at least within a specific context in a much different time and place).

Mostly though, Stories We Tell expresses a love that goes even beyond our recognizable experiences of love and running a gamut of emotions.

Sarah Polley Looks For Truth
Feel Free To Look Through Her Fancy Viewmaster
The film is often funny, to be sure. It is, after all, a film by Sarah Polley and is infused with her near-trademark sense of perverse, skewed, borderline darkly comedic, but ultimately amiable sense of humour. The great American author of Armenian heritage, William Saroyan, titled his episodic novel (and Oscar-nominated screen story) The Human Comedy – something that coursed through his entire canon and indeed is the best way to describe Polley’s approach to telling stories on film.

She exposes truth, emotion and all the while is not willing to abandon dollops of sentimental touches – the sort we can find ourselves relating to in life itself.

There is a unique sense of warmth that permeates Stories We Tell, and by so employing it, Polley doesn’t merely tug at our emotions – she slices them open, exposing raw nerve endings that would be far too painful if they were not tempered with an overall aura of unconditional love, not unlike that as described by those who have survived a near-death experience.

The emotions and deep feelings of love in Polley’s documentary are so enveloping, I personally have to admit to being reduced to a quivering, blubbering bowl of jelly each time I saw the film. Four screenings later and her movie continues to move me unconditionally – on an aesthetic level, to be sure (her astonishing blend of interviews, archival footage and dramatic recreations so real that they all blend together seamlessly), but mostly on a deeply personal and emotional level.

At the heart of the film is a courageous, vibrant woman no longer with us. Polley guides us through this woman’s influence upon all those she touched. Throughout much of the film, one is reminded of Clarence Oddbody’s great line in Frank Capra’s It’s a Wonderful Life: “Each man's life touches so many other lives. When he isn't around he leaves an awful hole, doesn't he?”

I try to imagine the lives of everyone Polley introduces us to and how if, like in the Capra film, this vibrant, almost saint-like woman had not been born. Most of those we meet in the film wouldn’t have been born either and the rest would have lived lives with a considerable loss of riches.

And I also think deeply on the fact that this woman was born and how we see her effect upon all those whose lives she touched. Then, most importantly, I think about Clarence Oddbody’s line with respect to the child that might not have been born to this glorious woman – a child who might have been aborted. I think about how this child has touched all the lives of those in the documentary. The possibility that this child might have never been born is, within the context of the story relayed, so utterly palpable that I can’t imagine audiences not breaking down.

I can’t imagine the loss to all those people whose lives this child touched. And the world? The world would genuinely be a less rich place without this child.

THEN, it gets really personal. I think about all those in MY life who could have NOT being born – people who are very close, people (two in particular) who have indelibly made a mark on my life – people whose non-existence would have rendered my life in ways I try to repress.

And I weep. Kind of like Brando says as Col. Kurtz in Apocalypse Now: “I … I … I cried. I wept like some grandmother.”

Most of all, my tears are reserved for the film’s aura of unconditional love, its incredible restorative power. Sarah Polley is often referred to in Canada as a “national treasure”. She’s far more than that.

She’s a treasure to the world – period.

And so, finally, is her film.


Sarah Polley's STORIES WE TELL is available on DVD via Mongrel Media