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Screen Trek - October 2009

Masahiro Motoki in Departures
Masahiro Motoki as Daigo Kobayashi in Departures

There were more than a few peculiar looks when Departures won the Oscar for Best Foreign Language Film at this years Academy Awards. In a category stacked with fine nominees, including Waltz With Bashir and The Class, Departures was almost seen as making up the numbers.


But the win was understandable. Departures is a gentle, poignant film that quietly challenges the audience rather than confronting it with stark personal and political drama like that witnessed in Waltz With Bashir. As such, it’s usually engaging and frequently engrossing, centring its narrative around the Japanese funeral custom of washing and dressing the deceased’s body in preparation for the afterlife.

Daigo Kobayashi (Masahiro Motoki) is a Tokyo-based cellist whose purpose in life is thrown into doubt when his orchestra is disbanded. With little left to keep him in the big city, Daigo, along with his ridiculously upbeat wife, Mika (Ryoko Hirosue), moves back to his home town to live in the house of his recently deceased mother.

But life in the small town is slow, and the only job Daigo can find is in ‘Departures.’ Thinking he’s being interviewed to become a travel consultant, Daigo soon finds that the company deals in journeys of the more transcendental kind. The young man is to be the right-hand man of Sasaki-san (Tsutomu Yamazaki), an aging master, in preparing the recently deceased for their trip to the afterlife.


The early scenes of Departures are laced with plenty of observational humour as Daigo struggles to handle the grim peculiarities of his apprenticeship, but the film has more emotional territory it wishes to explore and soon settles into a quiet, methodical rhythm.

Screenwriter Kundo Koyama walks a fairly predictable path as he ticks off the builds and pay-offs. The most immediate concern is Daigo’s anger over a father who abandoned him as a child. The protagonist plays it down, but the resentment seems to bring with it a mental block that prevents him from making sense of his life.

Of course, Sasaki-san becomes something of a surrogate father to Daigo, teaching the young man to take pride in their profession, despite the shame it seems to bring. It’s obvious stuff, but director Yojiro Takita handles this aspect of the story with a light enough touch to keep it from becoming mawkish.

Not nearly as convincing, however, is the troubles Daigo’s new job brings to his relationship with Mika. Given the support she provides at the start of the film you’d think she would at least be a little understanding of her husband’s grim vocation. It turns out, however, that Mika may be a little unhinged, such is the strength of her reaction to Daigo’s wonky news.

Masahiro Motoki and Tsutomu Yamazaki in Departures
All in a day's work for Sasaki-san (Tsutomu Yamazaki) and Daigo Kobayashi (Masahiro Motoki) in Departures

The film’s most moving scenes are those based around the careful Japanese tradition of preparing the dead for their journey to the afterlife. This is when the planets in Depatures’ solar system truly align, creating some beautiful, artistic moments that are hard not to fall in love with. A large part of the running time is spent on these scenes, but it’s well worth it; there’s a deep respect for the process on the part of the filmmakers and you’re left with the impression that they too fell in love with the tradition.

But time well spent in the scenes of mourning is not balanced by a thriftiness elsewhere. Departures is too long by at least twenty minutes, the pace being so slack the film sometimes threatens to come to a halt completely. There’s perhaps a patient method to the madness, but Departures belabours the point at times, leaving the audience shifting in their seats and clamouring for development.

Thankfully, a brilliant cast frequently comes to the rescue. Masahiro Motoki is a great performer, his brooding looks tempered by a dorky physicality, while providing an odd couple dynamic for much of the film is the slow-burning Tsutomu Yamazaki, a seasoned player who easily gathers the audience’s attention. In the smaller role of Mika, Ryoko Hirosue is certainly likable, but she’s frequently hampered by her character’s somewhat fuzzy logic.

Part of the problem with Departures may simply be one of cross-cultural exchange. But then to talk about Departures in terms of its problems is really a little unfair. It may leave you a little miffed about its Oscar-winning status, but this is still a production grafted with skill and respect by its filmmakers, its deft handling of a topic as potentially morbid as death confirming it as a work of some distinction.

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RETROSPECT: PUBERTY BLUES (1981)

October 27th 2009 07:04
Jad Capelja and Nell Schofield in Puberty Blues
Jad Capelja as Sue and Nell Schofield as Debbie in Puberty Blues.

Perhaps more than any of their other collaborations, Puberty Blues illustrates the supreme skill of director Bruce Beresford and cinematographer Don McAlpine. It’s not their best film together, but Puberty Blues’ ability to shake off a disappointing script and one of the most irritating theme songs in history speaks volumes about their exacting craftsmanship.

Based on the ‘Salami Sisters’’ (Kathy Lette and Gabrielle Carey) iconic book of the same name, Puberty Blues follows the efforts of Debbie (Nell Schofield) and Sue (Jad Capelja) to ingratiate themselves with the cool kids of Sydney’s Greenhill Beach.

Greenhill is the hangout of the groovy surfers and their cliquey girlfriends. The boys spend their days after school on the waves and the girls act as their foot servants, folding towels, collecting Chicko Rolls and providing a steady stream of cigarettes and sex for their Cro-Magnon men.

It’s very much a case of putting yourself out to find your way in, as Debbie and Sue discover once they’ve cracked their way onto Greenhill’s sandy milieu. The girls aren’t even allowed to surf or eat in front of the boys, and pretty soon the life of booze, drugs and casual sex becomes depressingly tiresome.

It’s a classic coming-of-age story and one that earned the teenage Lette and Carey plenty of kudos when first published in the late 70s. But in the hands of screenwriter Margaret Kelly, things don’t go so well.

While there’s plenty of solid subtext on the sexism being meted out by both the teenage men and the older generations, Kelly struggles to construct a mounting narrative for Puberty Blues, the film’s episodic nature continually draining it of dramatic momentum. Her characters let her down, also, with the boys in the story being given particularly short thrift. Sure, the majority were social lummoxes, but when tragedy strikes one of the (slightly) more sensitive male characters late in the film you have a hard time collecting an emotional payoff.

Thankfully, Beresford, McApline and an engaging central cast were on hand to help right the ship.

Beresford has a gift with young performers and it was obviously in full swing on the set of Puberty Blues. He keeps the tone light and prank-worthy throughout, helping create a comic timing that’s admirable in such a young cast. Schofield is particularly good in the lead role of Debbie, possessing a subtle turn of expression and inner strength, helping add plenty of logic to the screenplay’s final scenes.

And McApline’s work behind the camera is frequently superb. Every scene is carefully framed, the cinematographer being particularly at ease on the expansive beaches capturing the surfers’ tricks and showboating.

It’s these onscreen elements that make Puberty Blues ridiculously watchable and worth checking out, even if the audience can’t quite get with Kelly’s quickly sketched characters and flat plotting. It may not quite share the iconic status of its source material, but Puberty Blues still has enough charm to allow you to wile away an easy hour and a half. Just make sure you mute the opening and closing credits.


Puberty Blues is part of the Australian Cinema Collection now available on DVD from Umbrella Entertainment.


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RETROSPECT: THE KILLING FIELDS (1984)

October 23rd 2009 09:00
Sam Waterson and Haing S. Ngor in The Killing Fields
Sam Waterson and Haing S. Ngor star in The Killing Fields

Stumbling out of Balibo recently, suitably enraged, my movie-going buddy for the night commented on how the film is almost Australia’s very own version of The Killing Fields. It was a cogent comparison, tapping into the themes of integrity and Western geopolitical ignorance that run through both films.

With American intervention in Vietnam and its associated Cambodian incursions now becoming a distant memory, it’s perhaps understandable that The Killing Fields is an almost forgotten classic, consigned to the mouldier parts of the video store. But the war crimes tribunal now taking place in Cambodia gives the film a fresh lease on life, its troubling story reminding the West of a depraved period in human history.

The Killing Fields charts the true story of New York Times correspondent Sidney Schanberg (Sam Waterson) and his relationship with friend and translator Dith Pran (Haing S. Ngor) during the American evacuation of Phnom Penh and the brutal aftermath when the Khmer Rouge took over Cambodia.

The first part of the film establishes the close relationship between Schanberg and Pran as they struggle to report on the US involvement in Cambodia. Schanberg is fiercely ambitious while Pran is unstintingly loyal to his friend, even in the face of the New Yorker’s often-unreasonable demands.

As the Cambodian situation deteriorates and the Khmer Rouge surround Phnom Penh, Schanberg makes the decision to stay behind after the American evacuation, dubiously convincing Pran to do the same.

It proves a mistake, Schanberg and his associates underestimating the ferocity of the Khmer Rouge. Pran is eventually captured and interned in one of the ultra Communists’ death camps, while Schanberg is forced to return to New York and rue a fateful decision that has almost certainly cost the life of a dear friend.

It’s terrifying stuff, with screenwriter Bruce Robinson winding up the real events for maximum tension and director Roland Joffé not shying away from showing the atrocities committed by the Khmer Rouge.

There are countless scenes that have the viewer on the edge of their seat: Pran fast-talking his Western friends out of the rebels’ clutches; the desperate efforts of journalists Al Rockoff (John Malkovich) and Jon Swain (Julian Sands) to forge an English passport for Pran; and Pran secretly sucking the blood of the collective farm’s cows in an effort to keep up his strength. It’s nail-chewing stuff, and equal to even the most delirious Hollywood thriller.

Just as startling, however, are the moments Joffé chooses to dwell upon: the Khmer Rouge’s mass evacuation of Phnom Penh, or Pran, mid-escape, finding himself in the middle of a killing field surrounded by the discarded carcasses of his countrymen and women.

But as well-structured as all these scenes are, it’s the characters and their relationships that bind The Killing Fields together so tightly. There’s a genuine affection between Schanberg and Pran, and it makes their forced separation hard to watch. Likewise, the other journalists come to care for the Cambodian, particularly Rockoff and Swain, and when they band together to try and save their friend you can’t help but go right along with them.

The filmmakers weren’t afraid to delve into some potent subtext either. There was obviously no question in their minds that the US was indirectly responsible for the human rights violations that would later take place in Cambodia, and this geopolitical take on responsibility is mirrored by Schanberg’s guilt regarding the ultimate fate of Pran.

Haing S. Ngor in The Killing Fields
Things turn very bad for Haing S. Ngor's Pran in The Killing Fields

Performances are excellent throughout. Haing S. Ngor wasn’t a trained actor, but had lived through the terror of ultra Communist Cambodia and in the film he possesses a remarkable degree of nuance, whilst Sam Waterson lends a fine intensity to the role of Schanberg. Stealing many of the early sequences, however, is John Malkovich as Rockoff: the yet to become famous actor initially personifies the disassociated attitude of American government, before becoming feverishly involved in the plight of Pran later in the film.

Indeed, little about The Killing Fields seems dated or redundant. Its compositions are perhaps a touch flat at times, and Mike Oldfield’s synthesised score can be intrusive, but the natural drama unfolding onscreen tends to push these quibbles to the side.

A remarkable piece of work in any era, The Killing Fields is especially potent in the present day as the war crimes tribunal unfolds in Cambodia. It remains a stark reminder of an often forgotten modern human rights tragedy.

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Laurence Olivier in Q Planes (Clouds Over Europe)
Laurence Olivier leads an impressive case in Q Planes.

Thrillers produced by the British film industry during the Second World War were often pretty basic affairs. Gather yourself a brisk setup, some snarling Germans and a down-on-his-luck, reluctant hero – usually a mildly crippled former military man (pilots were best) – and you had some solid patriotic fare, easily digested by Britain’s keen movie-going public.

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MOON: THAT'S PRETTY FREAKY, BOWIE

October 16th 2009 09:35
Sam Rockwell in Moon
Sam Rockwell stars as a lonely lunar miner in Moon.

If Star Trek and District 9 were science fiction coming off life support, Moon is the genre once again walking and flexing its muscles. This is smart sci-fi and innovative film making, bending a set of influences into something entirely new and fascinating.

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Ghana movie posters

Not only was the 80s the decade of VHS, but it was also the decade of the VHS movie cover. Most of us probably remember at one time or another browsing through the dirty, mouldy genre collections in the local video store, fascinated by the plethora of shoddy and often inaccurately sexualised compositions. They were awful impressive, but not nearly as frightening as what was being used to promote the films in Ghana. Video cassette technology had made it possible for mobile cinema operators to travel about the small African country, projecting their wares in temporary theatres. To promote the tours, the operators hired artists to paint giant posters for the films. Of course, the artists themselves usually hadn’t seen the flicks, so a fair amount of freedom went into their often-ghoulish creations. If you’re brave enough, check out a fantastic collection of these posters on Assembly Man’s rather cracking blog here.
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Emmanuel Mouret's Shall We Kiss?
Virginie Ledoyen and Emmanuel Mouret make love look hard in Shall We Kiss?

The rise of Emmanuel Mouret as a filmmaker is simply another round in the decades long game of cinematic ping-pong that has taken place between France and the US. Mouret’s romantic comedy of errors style is a natural progression of Woody Allen, who was himself influenced by the picnic blanket philosophy of Frenchman Eric Rohmer.

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SURROGATES: EMPTY FUTURE, EMPTY FILM

October 1st 2009 09:30
Bruce Willis in Surrogates
Bruce Willis stars as Agent Tom Greer in Surrogates.

In the sci-fi genre, graphic novel adaptations are the new rage. There was V for Vendetta in 2006 and then Watchmen earlier this year (both cinematic renderings of Alan Moore’s work), and now there’s the Jonathan Mostow-directed Surrogates.

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