Monday, December 26, 2022

My Visit to the 28th Kolkata International Film Festival and The Films I Saw (Part 1/2)

 Jean-Luc Godard is a man the world lost in September this year. I am positive someone like me is less than dust beneath his chariot wheels but before I even knew of French New Wave, I came across a quote which I later learnt were his words:

 Photography is truth and cinema is truth 24 times a second.”

 These words left a mark on me and I saw them again in a dark theatre at my first visit to Kolkata International Film Festival in 2021. I was there for hardly a day and I went with some of my friends. I saw four movies and liked all of them. While my memory doesn’t allow me to recall the names of the movies and while I was yet to sit with a Godard movie, I had already begun my journey into the world of international cinema in 2020, when the world was in lockdown. I had started with Akira Kurosawa and then moved on in utter chaos, shape without form as Eliot says and ravenously devoured as many international movies as I could.

 I wanted to come back to KIFF again (and again, and again) and jumped at the chance to attend it this year, the 28th iteration of the festival which wrapped up on 22nd December, 2022. I am writing this post in the wee hours of 23rd December, 2022 because sleep eludes me, for I am still wandering around the world in the darkened theatre of Nandan- I. Come walk with me through the fifteen or sixteen films I managed to watch over the course of December 19th to December 22nd 2022. I have my journal open alongside me, where I have noted down the names of all the films I saw.


 KIFF DAY 1 (19th December, 2022)


Hot on the heels of the FIFA World Cup final, the day began with me waking up at cock’s crow and heading into the kitchen to make tea and some food to carry with me to the venue. After whipping up a lunchbox and feeling totally like a schoolboy off to enjoy his day, I arrived at the venue and walked into The Gospel According to St. Matthew, a Biblical drama directed by Pasolini (of Salo fame, the one film of his I had seen before and been traumatized by). The film was an intense experience with good pacing and showed a side of Jesus Christ that I had never read about or seen before. I refer to my friend Jeffrey Jacob’s Telegram message, where he told me that Pasolini’s take on Jesus is important to note because it was one of those representations that depicts hope and empathy over salvation. Pasolini was Marxist, gay and an atheist in 1950’s Italy and thus his take of the Gospel according to Matthew fits the archetype of a revolutionary leader. I got this message post the film’s ending and having read it understood the film a little better.

 The second film was Russian and called Pervii Sneg (First Snow), directed by Nathalia Konchalovsky. It was a beautifully shot film with great use of colours and angles. I was most impressed with the cinematography. It follows the tale of Kristina whose life is spent in daylight as a paralegal and in moonlight with her mother watching a TV series. Kristina is being nagged at by her mother to get a guy and at this juncture she meets Pavel, her upstairs neighbour who is a terrible “musician” and claims to be researching glaciers for his doctoral thesis. Kristina is also training in Aikido and as we are told later in the film, her Aikido coach is the husband of her boss at the law firm.

 The film progresses to show rebellion in Kristina, after she lies to her mother about having a date and going clubbing and how she feels suffocated at the firm she interns at. She chooses to coach Aikido to children at the dojo and sleeps with Pavel as well. Later she learns Pavel lied about his job to her and is underage. She confronts him and calls off their relationship.

 However, the film takes another interesting turn. Kristina’s mother tries to woo one of her clients and goes on a date with him as well, but it doesn’t work out. Pavel is underage. And the cherry on the cake is, Kristina’s boss is unable to spend time with her daughter due to the pressure of her work at the firm and is ashamed and angry about this, which is brought out very well in the form of two scenes where there are arguments between her husband and herself. Their daughter makes videos on YouTube and organises a fan meeting for her followers at which her mother comes. I found this to be a very poignant way to depict the relationship between the working mother and the young child.

 The film ends with Kristina leaving her apprenticeship, becoming a full time Aikido coach and the little girl joining the group of students she teaches.

 

The third film I saw was Mireasa Mortului (The Deadman’s Bride), which was a collaborative effort between Romania and France, directed by Cornel Gheoghita. I would not hesitate to rank this as the worst film I saw at this festival.

 A crew of French film makers wants to make a film about Romanian traditions. They decide to film a baptism, a wedding and a funeral, but are unable to film the funeral. Unfazed by this, they decide to fake a funeral by burying a living man (or rather lower a coffin into an open grave) according to Romanian customs. I found this to be highly odd and it made me uncomfortable to tell you the truth.

 There is however a love story being shown in this as well, where one of the French film makers falls in love with a deaf and mute girl and swears that he’ll come back for her post the shooting of the burial scene. Unfortunately, they are involved in a car accident and their decision to bury a living man is met with horror by the village priest who states that he must purge the village of this sin by prayer. The film maker injured in the car accident drives back to the village despite being told not to by his friends and is there chased by a mob because ominous things have happened in the village. Ultimately, both he and the girl he’s in love with die in a fire.

 This plot summary is deliberately shoddy because it left no impact on me whatsoever in the wake of the other films I saw. I went into it excited because I thought it was a horror movie and was bitterly disappointed.

 The next film to be screened was Beurokeo (Broker) directed by Hirokazu Koreeda from South Korea. I had heard great things about this film and was definitely not disappointed. In brief, Dong-soo and Sang-hyeon are child traffickers, choosing to pick up babies from a church’s baby box and then sell them under cover of Sang-hyeon’s laundry. However, when they intercept the baby Woo-sung, they find a note that says the mother will be back for the baby. Now apparently this is a regular affair and the mother’s don’t ever return for the abandoned babies. This one, does. Enter Moon So-young, whose basic statement is that “I did say I’d return for my child. Where is he?”

 What follows is the trio and the baby travelling to many places and trying to find a good home for Woo-sung. Spicing the pot even more is the police in form of two detectives, Soo-jin and Lee (both women) who are hot on the trial of the baby in order to shut down the trafficking ring run by Dong-soo and Sang-hyeon.

 Instead of delving deeper into the plot, and instead urging you to watch this movie pronto, I will say that the chemistry between Dong-soo and So-young is brilliantly brought out. This character development with Dong-soo initially looking down on So-young for wanting to abandon the baby, but ultimately acknowledging that she’s trying to do the right thing Is what for me was the best part of the movie. A solid performance by the child actor Im Seung-soo as Hae-jin, who brings a lot of comic relief and wisdom into the film make this a movie that’s not only watchable, but one that will leave you thinking for a long time.

 A delight!

 The final film on day one of Kolkata International Film Festival was A24 Studios’ offering The Whale, directed by Darren Aronofsky from the United States of America. It stars Brendan Fraser as I’ve never seen him before. Morbidly obese, rocking a blood pressure of 200/138 or so, gorging himself on pizza, soda and confectionary, this man is a teacher of literature. And how. However, he does not turn on the camera in the meetings he takes where he teaches and he urges his students to think out of the box. You will find yourself instantly connecting with Fraser’s portrayal of Charlie. Add to that his nurse Liz, played by Hong Chau who is more a friend and less a nurse and even says so in the film many times and you’re almost set for a treat. I say almost because there’s two more characters- the missionary Thomas (Ty Simpkins) and Charlie’s daughter, Ellie (a staggering portrayal by Sadie Sink).

 The long and the short of it is that Charlie was married to his wife Mary (Samantha Morton) and Ellie was their child, but then Charlie developed feelings for his student Alan and left his family when Ellie was eight years old. He’s separated from Mary and lives by himself and teaches said online class, until one day Ellie storms back in, now seventeen and then the fun begins. Ellie’s not been doing well at school and needs him to look at one of her essays. Charlie offers to pay her to come visit him and she agrees. The angle of the missionary Thomas is that he feels Charlie needs saving and that God has brought him to Charlie to help.

 The twist is, Alan is Liz’s brother and the church that Thomas says he’s from is not very popular with Liz or Charlie, seeing as Alan died. That’s why Charlie has spiralled down to this state in the first place.

 Ellie also meets Thomas and proceeds to rag him left, right and center. It is revealed that Thomas is no longer in the employ of the church, that Thomas has stolen from the church and is ashamed. It is Ellie who finds all this out through sleuthing and confronts Thomas about this, recording a confession on her phone.

 On the other burner, Charlie urges Ellie to write what she really feels about her schoolwork. She mouths off Walt Whitman with panache. We also learn that Charlie has kept aside a very large sum of money for Ellie and in his own words, that money was always meant to be for Ellie.

 The core theme of the film is honesty. Honesty about what you feel about a piece of literature, honesty to yourself and it’s an amazing and heart-warming tale. You will need tissues; tears of joy will flow at the ending of this movie. Do not miss it!

 

 KIFF DAY 2 (20th December, 2022)


Since I was not very impressed with the Pasolini movie the day before, I skipped the screening at 9AM and arrived to watch the 11:30AM show. The movie being screened was Mezhsezone (In Limbo), from Russia, directed by Alexander Hant. This was about teenagers and their angst with their parents and followed two teenagers, a girl and a boy who ran away from home and started to vandalise public property and even stole a police car containing guns and counterfeit cash and took off for a joyride.

 Eventually, they holed up in a cabin and refused to surrender, resulting in  the S.W.A.T team attacking the building and both of them dying in the encounter.

 Plot wise this film did not do too much for me, however the cinematography of the film made it stand out clearly. The night shots were especially great. The theme of teenage angst is explored fair enough here, but it is not a very thought-provoking film. I just got the impression that the two teenagers Sasha and Danny could have just gone to therapy for their problems, not stolen a police vehicle and guns.

 The 2PM offering was Travels Inside Foreign Heads from France, directed by Antonio Amaral. This was again a strange film about three aliens who had come to the Earth for a certain purpose and were using human bodies as vessels. When the body was dying, it would turn to soil and the extra-terrestrial would find a new host.

 Things turn sour when the Rare Visitor commands them to return home and one of the aliens doesn’t want to do that. Since it was science fiction, I tried my best to like it, but once it ended its second act, my interest perished and seeing as the next film was Saim Sadiq’s Joyland which I absolutely wanted to catch, I left early.

 

I don’t think I have it in me to speak too much about Joyland. It is a good film, with solid acting and given that it is from Pakistan and given that the theme is about a transgender woman finding love of sorts with a man, I’d say it is bold and what keeps it afloat is the brilliant acting done by the entire cast. I really would also like to say that the hype for the film led to nearly 200 people not getting entry into the auditorium and that there were a lot of people sitting on the steps to watch the movie or lying on the floor because of lack of seats. I also vividly remember that I watched it right from the front seat with my head at a 60-degree angle. Thus, more than the film, the experience of watching it stood out more for me.

 The 7PM screening was Neighbours directed by Mano Khalil and for me this was the film of the festival, although that honour was shared between two films, neither of which was this film.

 We follow the journey of a boy called Sero. He is six years old and his village is on a checkpoint. The two sides of the checkpoint are occupied by those who will not let you speak in any language but Turkish and those that won’t let you speak in any language but Arabic. Add to this a new teacher who won’t let you call him “teacher”, but insists on being called “Comrade” and you have a recipe for another nuclear bomb waiting to go off.

 Sero cannot understand Arabic and so does not understand why “Comrade” hits him with a stick. He goes home and cries to his mother and asks her why his father and mother created him. She tells him he is the brightest star in their lives and the kindest boy in the world. This is a brilliant way of contrasting the culture shock that is Sero’s school life.

 Sero’s neighbours are Jewish and their daughter Hannah is in love with Sero’s uncle Aram. This brings a breath of fresh air to the film and the courtship is shown beautifully. However, when Sero’s mother is accidentally killed by the soldiers, his world turns upside down. Uncle Aram goes ballistic and is taken away by the secret police and whipped and tortured. He is then given 48 hours to enlist in the military and he chooses instead to join the resistance.

 In school, Sero keeps getting in trouble and “Comrade”, not “Teacher” is planning a play where the so called “Jewish menace that stole Palestine” must be vanquished.

 I remember the director speaking to us before the film started and saying that he wanted to show how easy it is to hate and to sow hate in young minds. That is what this film portrays and portrays magnificently.

 I will wrap up this review with a quote from the movie: “Mr. Teacher, what would your life be like without Israel as an enemy?

 Look out for part 2, coming soon! 






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Thursday, December 15, 2022

Failing Van Gogh: An Article About AI Art

 

I think the greatest injustice in this world is that Vincent Van Gogh was not able to sell any paintings when he was alive and somehow posthumously his work is regarded as the work of a genius and he is hailed as the greatest painter to have ever lived. If such was indeed the case, why would you be so cruel to the man and allow him to die penniless and depressed?

 It is not just Van Gogh. Look at the story of Galileo. Sentenced to death by the church because he stated that the Earth revolves around the Sun. I wonder then, do humans fear original ideas so much?

 This brings me to the recent and disturbing trend of using apps which make what is being called AI art. But before I proceed further down this rabbit hole, let us digress again and talk a little bit about the words “talent” and “practice”.

 We often hear the words “You’re so talented!” or “He’s an amazing writer!” don’t we? I was having a chat with an artist friend of mine who told me categorically that more than talent it is hard work, practice, blood, sweat and tears that is what is used to get someone to the point of being amazing. I am not saying being talented is a bad thing, I am pointing out the immense dedication and sincerity it takes (not to mention patience and a certain amount of bravery) to make something of those talents. When I started FLTM 12 years ago, I had no idea what to do. But I stuck to it. I read books, I read other writers. I practiced. I tore my hair out in frustration and I wept. But suddenly, 100 people read the stuff I wrote. Suddenly I had been writing for a year. Suddenly, writing became my way of dealing with my issues. Today I have a portal where I have spent 12 years of my life’s time.

 And what the advent of AI art is going to do is, it is going to replace this time and blood and sweat and tears with an algorithm and a microchip.

 Do you now understand the anger of so many artists and creators out there? What AI art means is that a person’s entire livelihood is at stake. Michelangelo started out with grinding colours together at an art school and he spent years there honing his craft before becoming one of the most renowned sculptors in the world. Leonardo Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa still mystifies art critics and connoisseurs even today. Their work is studied by artists past and present so that they can themselves create. Imagine if this was just tossed into a bonfire and that bonfire was lit.

 What is next? Robots in the Olympic Games? Andy Murray vs The Terminator?

 In an age where everything we want is available at the push of a button thanks to the Internet, it is a very essential tool for learning and honing one’s craft. I know I use the Internet a lot. But the flip side is that if everything is indeed available at the push of a button, what happens to human curiosity? If fifty years in the future, a bot is going to serve you breakfast in bed, will you be curious to know where that breakfast came from? Children these days cannot imagine a world of telegrams and letters. Talk to them about telegrams and they will point at their phones and talk about the app’s latest update. While I do understand that technology is always adapting and changing and growing, it is doing so because humans are curious, because humans want to challenge themselves, because they want to do better.

 It would be terrible if this curiosity was no longer there and if indeed the world as we know it would be run by algorithms and AI as opposed to creators and innovators. I can only hope that what today is AI art does not become tomorrow what is governing the planet.

 If it does, we have failed Van Gogh again.


The Bilge Master