Tuesday, February 25, 2025

Breathless First Draft

Complete first draft for Acropolis Cinema.

James Benning is no stranger to remakes, whether of his own films or the work of others. In an interview with Acropolis Cinema founder Jordan Cronk for Film Comment, he pointed to his interest in painting, seeking to replicate the work of outsider artists that he admired in order to understand their artistic principles and predilections, which grew into his own practice of copying and tweaking. The film that occasioned this interview, The United States of America (2022), is perhaps Benning's most acclaimed of the decade so far, acting as a quasi-remake of his 1975 short co-directed with Bette Gordon while inverting and expanding its relatively straightforward travelogue scenario. Other remakes include various short works in his mammoth 52 Films (2015) project, the found footage homage to John Cassavetes with Faces (2011), and Easy Rider (2012), which captured each filming location used in Dennis Hopper's counterculture classic in the present day. These predecessors help explain Breathless (2024), but only to a certain extent. Once more, a 1960s era-defining classic is invoked, but the stakes and scale feel different. With all due respect to those New Hollywood landmarks, few films have as strong a claim for establishing cinema's Anno Domini as Jean-Luc Godard's 1960 debut feature, which not only blazed a trail for its American counterparts but also had a palpable effect on virtually every major filmmaking movement that followed in its wake. Hugely influential in both cinema and the wider popular culture, it is a film whose look, ethos, and attitude are instantly recognizable, a cool incantation that Godard himself rarely tried to directly evoke again. Three score and four years later, Benning's Breathless arrives as something of a challenge, even a provocation in its stubborn refusal to yield anything close to the—atypically for Godard, let alone Benning—relatively coherent narrative and taut genre thrills of its so-called predecessor. The production parameters of the film, at least, have been made clear by its director: Benning went to the Upper Kern River on November 28, 2023 to film a tree with orange leaves, only to end up capturing unplanned events by chance. That these events were the result of forest fires adds to the woozy, nondescript yet oddly eerie feeling of the film's single shot. Benning's own quote appears to sum up at least his intention, if not the overall effect of his film: "My film was to be a non-narrative the length of Godard's Breathless, but I ended up with something else. It's breathless." Strangely, he seems to echo a quote Godard made about his own Breathless, three years after he recast cinema in his own image: "Although I felt ashamed of it at one time, I do like Breathless, but now I can see where it belongs: along with Alice in Wonderland. I thought it was Scarface." Both Breathless films, in a certain sense, find their directors on opposite ends of legendary oeuvres, operating according to certain strictures—the B-film noir for Godard, the landscape film style that Benning himself helped pioneer—that proved, if not impossible, then challenged and shaped by what transpired in front of them. What does happen in Benning's Breathless? For one, it's easy to see why he gave up any semblance of non-narrative immediately: after a title card, the film begins as abruptly in media res as Godard's, with the tree trimmers already hard at work on the foliage that had caught Benning's attention in the first place. Their efforts will dominate most viewers' attentions during the film's first quarter, for good reason: even though they are only seen at a distance, speaking a few Spanish phrases, their constant movements and especially the bobbing of the truck crane stand out vividly against a largely unchanging landscape. Fortunately, though, after they (mostly) vacate the premises, there's still plenty left to observe, even on a sunny day with little wind: the endless crags on the mountainous backdrop, the slowly moving shadows, the tangled webs of branches strewn across the frame. Occasionally, screeching airplanes can be heard but not seen, an invasion on the quietude that Benning describes as an attack "from the air. War games." which isn't so far from the largely offscreen manhunt that eventually brings down Michel Poiccard. Most tantalizing of all is the road—arching off in a trajectory pleasingly askew from the traditional notion of the vanishing point—which unavoidably recalls Jean-Paul Belmondo's pell-mell ride through the French countryside, lasting about six minutes before he stays in the city for good. The road is central to Benning's practice, his many years of driving around the United States frequently providing him the knowledge of where best to film his canvases. This, in turn, invokes some of the other odd commonalities between these two filmmakers' working methods: frequent use of asynchronous sound, a belief in the destabilizing decisiveness of the cut (even though it's decidedly not used here), an abiding interest in the effects of popular culture. Both the beginning and the ending of Benning's Breathless invoke Godard plainly and directly, yet with no small amount of mystery. First is the title, which almost acts as Benning's version of the 1960 film's dedication to Monograph Pictures, which Jonathan Rosenbaum described as a "critical statement of aims and boundaries." Those boundaries, as mentioned before, are upended by what follows in both films, but the sentiment, and more importantly the sensation—not for nothing is Breathless among the most sensorially evocative titles in the canon—lingers long after the simple title card. Then, in the closing seconds, there is an intervention, a direct lifting of audio which not only heralds the end of what may seem to some as an infinitely long experience, but also calls to mind that which had been largely absent: a close-up on a beautifully unreadable face, a few phrases which still lack an agreed-upon translation, a rush of shivery emotion, a half-century of filmmaking that still must be grappled with, even and especially in such cryptic and subtly generative works as these.

Thursday, February 20, 2025

Kitano Takeshi

  1. Broken Rage (2024)
  2. Zatoichi (2003)
  1. Broken Rage (2024)
  2. Zatoichi (2003)

Sunday, February 9, 2025

La Internacional Cinéfila

2011
2012
2013
2014
2015
2016
2017
2018
2019 (+director and film of the decade)
2020
2021 (+emerging director)
2022
2023 (+film books)
2024 (+films from 2000-2024)

Jodie Mack

  1. Let Your Light Shine (2013)
  2. The Grand Bizarre (2018)
  3. Something Between Us (2015)
  4. Wasteland No. 1: Ardent, Verdant (2017)
  1. Let Your Light Shine (2013)
  2. Something Between Us (2015)
  3. Wasteland No. 1: Ardent, Verdant (2017)

Monday, February 3, 2025

Edward Yang First Draft

Complete first draft for the BFI.

Why this might not seem so easy There is perhaps no greater example of the emergence of a specifically 21st-century cinephilia than Edward Yang. A vanguard member of the Taiwan New Cinema movement—which included among its ranks Hou Hsiao-hsien, Wu Nien-jen, and Ko I-chen—he made just seven feature films before his untimely death from cancer at the age of 59, and yet his impact looms large over world cinema, in spite of its long-term inaccessibility. Up until this past decade, just one of his films was readily available in pristine quality, and he only garnered international recognition in the final years of his career, but he has deservedly come to be seen as a towering, widely beloved figure whose signature films—conceivably the most universally praised works in Mandarin Chinese—have a purchase in the cinephile consciousness like few other filmmakers. Yang took a circuitous route to cinema, initially starting out as an engineer in the United States, before an encounter with Werner Herzog's Aguirre, the Wrath of God inspired him to reenter filmmaking, and his sensibility was informed by multiple sources: European modernism, the quotidian relationships that surrounded him, even his lifelong interest in cartoons, which caused each of his film frames to possess a precision and immediacy of intent. Yang's films are defined by their tight-knit connection to Taipei—all set contemporarily, save for one enormous exception—capturing its development and capacity for urban malaise slamming up against traditional values and customs with a constant baseline of essential, subdued melancholy. The social and economic classes of his characters varied, but the balance that Yang struck between observation and understanding made his films dynamic, ever-shifting explorations of an emerging, tumultuous nation. The best place to start - A One and a Two... (Yi Yi) At first glance, it might seem strange to suggest a director's final film as a point of entry. But A One and a Two... (2000) is no ordinary last testament, not least because of Yang's abrupt passing. A three-hour meditation on a Taipei family over the course of a year, it feels more like an archetypal middle-period film, one in which his directorial instincts embraced a certain accessibility while also finding ever deeper fountains of emotion. Though Yang had other projects in the works for the remaining seven years of his life, including an animated film starring Jackie Chan, A One and a Two... stands alone as his one truly humanist film, dealing with each of the three central family members—NJ, the father played by major Taiwan New Cinema screenwriter Wu Nien-jen; the precocious daughter Ting-ting (Kelly Lee); and the mischievous and curious son Yang-yang (Jonathan Chang)—with a profound yet subtle command of all the connections of the modern world, both in the relationships and infatuations that slowly develop or resurface over the course of the film and in more existential reckonings with the mysteries of life and death. Each character, including such memorable figures as NJ's fortune-obsessed brother-in-law and a wise Japanese game designer, carves out an ever-more complete portrait of a city at the turn of the millennium, culminating in a final scene whose plainness of expression yet ineffable yearning feels paradoxically fitting as its director's premature valediction. What to watch next Yang's other greatest work is his only period film: A Brighter Summer Day (1991). Few works earn the appellation "sprawling epic" as vividly as it does, a four-hour magnum opus set immediately after the Republic of China's relocation to the island of Taiwan, largely dealing with the conflict between two gangs of schoolboys. Featuring Chang Chen in his first role and his own father Chang Kuo-chu as a government worker under suspicion from the secret police, its ability to capture the roiling anguish of youth, the totemic force of objects, and a nation's emerging consciousness—the original Chinese title is considerably more blunt, clinical in its revelation of the film's final destination—is virtually without equal. Despite the prominence of these two monumental works, the majority of Yang's oeuvre is composed of ordinary-length feature films, no less incisive or impactful for their normal runtimes. His sense of form was set with his second film, Taipei Story (1985), which starred Hou Hsiao-hsien, the other greatest force in Taiwan New Cinema and whose own interests—chiefly period films, oftentimes outside of urban centers and forthrightly contemplative—were largely separate from Yang's. Here, he ably plays the part of a driftless man in a collapsing relationship with a successful businesswoman played by Yang's then-wife Tsai Chin. His next was The Terrorizers (1986), his most elliptical and clearly Antonioni-inspired. A network film set in motion by a police raid and a photograph, it turns Yang's penchant for occasional, abrupt violence into a structuring force, separate narratives all thrumming on the same, uneasy wavelength. Yang's international renown was first established by the two features between his two most beloved works, which also happen to be his wildest and most unabashedly modern. A Confucian Confusion (1994) is his only out-and-out comedy, a sometimes bitterly satirical take on the roundelay of relationships shaped and compromised by the then-booming Taiwanese economy. The performances are appropriately heightened, yet Yang wisely never loses track of the possibility for moments of pensive grace. Fittingly, his most loving film was preceded by his angriest: Mahjong (1996), an overtly cosmopolitan work involving various gangsters and a French woman played by Virginie Ledoyen. Yang's controlled aesthetic erupts into wild colors and tonal shifts, fascinating in its integration of Western actors on his terms and placing some of his most despairing and tender scenes side by side. Where not to start Yang didn't shy away from genre in his later films, but it can still be a bit bracing, even for his acolytes, to encounter his gorgeous debut feature That Day, on the Beach (1983). Despite its historical interest as both his and legendary cinematographer Christopher Doyle's first film, it remains Yang's most under-heralded work, in no small part because of its status as a three-hour melodrama. Moving unexpectedly from present and past as a woman played by the great Sylvia Chang reckons with her friendships and romances, the film is hazier in its affect, and though it rarely aims for the florid emotions traditionally associated with the genre, its openness of intent is an outlier in his filmography and might prove challenging to a newcomer. However, just as with every single one of his films, its cumulative impact and clarity of insight are infinitely rewarding.