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BORDER CROSSINGS: BABEL

Richard (Brad Pitt) gets some bad news in Babel

Richard (Brad Pitt) gets some bad news in Alejandro González Iñárritu’s Babel

WEEKEND CLASSICS: BABEL (Alejandro González Iñárritu, 2006)
IFC Center
323 Sixth Ave. at West Third St.
Nay 19-21, 11:00 am
212-924-7771
www.ifccenter.com

Fearing that the people of the world, who all spoke the same language, were capable of anything after building a tower that reached to the heavens, the Old Testament God confused their languages and scattered them all over the earth. The inability of people to communicate with one another is at the center of Alejandro González Iñárritu’s fascinating, compelling Babel. The plot follows three stories that slowly intertwine. On vacation in Morocco, Susan (Cate Blanchett) is the victim of a random gunshot fired by a small boy (Boubker Ait El Caid), sending her husband, Richard (Brad Pitt), into a frenzy to try to save her life. Meanwhile, their housekeeper, Amelia (Adriana Barraza), who is looking after their children, has to decide what to do with them on the day of her son’s wedding in Mexico, turning to her crazy nephew Santiago (Gael García Bernal) for help. And in Tokyo, Chieko (Rinko Kikuchi) is a deaf-mute teenager who desperately wants to fall in love, but all the boys she meets — and her father (the great Kôji Yakusho, from The Eel, Cure, and Shall We Dance?) — don’t take the time to listen to and understand her. Despite a couple of minor wrong turns, Iñárritu recovers to make Babel a whirlwind of a movie, laying bear the tragic consequences that can occur when people refuse to simply communicate, even in the most basic of ways.

The film, the finale in the unofficial Death Trilogy written by Guillermo Arriaga (preceded by Amores Perros and 21 Grams), received seven Oscar nominations, including Best Picture, Best Director, Best Original Screenplay (Guillermo Arriaga), and Best Supporting Actress (both Barraza and Kikuchi). It was part of the triple play of fabulous films by Mexican directors in 2006, along with Guillermo del Toro’s Pan’s Labyrinth (nominated for six Oscars, including Best Foreign Language Film) and Alfonso Cuarón’s Children of Men (three Oscar nominations, including Best Adapted Screenplay), all three of whom are among the world’s best filmmakers more than ten years later; Iñárritu’s films have earned three Best Picture nominations and two Best Foreign Language nods (Amores Perros, Biutiful), winning for Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance); he has been named Best Director twice, for Birdman and The Revenant. A 35mm print of Babel is screening May 19-21 at eleven o’clock in the morning in the IFC Center series “Weekend Classics: Border Crossings,” which continues Friday, Saturday, and Sunday mornings through July 2 with such other films as John Sayles’s Lone Star, the Coen brothers’ No Country for Old Men, and Gregory Nava’s El Norte.

THE SEVENTH ART STAND: THIS IS NOT A FILM

Even house arrest and potential imprisonment cannot stop Iranian auteur Jafar Panahi from telling cinematic stories

THIS IS NOT A FILM (IN FILM NIST) (Jafar Panahi & Mojtaba Mirtahmasb, 2011)
Film Society of Lincoln Center
Elinor Bunin Munroe Film Center Amphitheater
144 West 65th St. between Eighth & Amsterdam Aves.
Thursday, May 18, free, 7:30
212-875-5050
www.seventhartstand.com
www.filmlinc.org

“You call this a film?” Jafar Panahi asks rhetorically about halfway through the revealing documentary This Is Not a Film. After several arrests beginning in July 2009 for supporting the opposition party, the highly influential and respected Iranian filmmaker (Crimson Gold, Offside) was convicted in December 2010 for “assembly and colluding with the intention to commit crimes against the country’s national security and propaganda against the Islamic Republic.” Although facing a six-year prison sentence and twenty-year ban on making or writing any kind of movie, Panahi is a born storyteller, so he can’t stop himself, no matter the risks. Under house arrest, Panahi has his friend, fellow director Mojtaba Mirtahmasb (Lady of the Roses), film him with a handheld DV camera over ten days as Panahi plans out his next movie, speaks with his lawyer, lets his pet iguana climb over him, and is asked to watch a neighbor’s dog, taking viewers “behind the scenes of Iranian filmmakers not making films.” Panahi even pulls out his iPhone to take additional video, photographing New Year’s fireworks that sound suspiciously like a military attack. Panahi is calm throughout, never panicking (although he clearly does not want to take care of the barking dog) and not complaining about his situation, which becomes especially poignant as he watches news reports on the earthquake and tsunami disaster in Japan.

“But you can’t make a film now anyhow, can you?” Mirtahmasb — who will later be arrested and imprisoned as well — asks at one point. “So what I can’t make a film?” Panahi responds. “That means I ask you to take a film of me? Do you think it will turn into some major work of art?” This Is Not a Film, which was smuggled out of Iran in a USB drive hidden in a birthday cake so it could be shown at Cannes, is indeed a major work of art, an important document of government repression of free speech as well as a fascinating examination of one man’s intense dedication to his art and the creative process. Shortlisted for the Best Documentary Academy Award, This Is Not a Film is screening for free on May 18 at 7:30, followed by a talk, in the amphitheater at the Elinor Bunin Munroe Film Center as part of the Seventh Art Stand, an initiative that refers to itself as “an act of cinematic solidarity against Islamophobia.” The Seventh Art Stand, which shows films in more than four dozen theaters, universities, and community centers across the United States to promote discussion about political issues involving Muslims, will also be presenting films May 11-15 from Sudan, Somalia, Syria, Iran, Iraq, and Yemen at Anthology Film Archives.

THE WEDDING PLAN

THE WEDDING PLAN

Michal (Noa Koler) is determined to get married even if she doesn’t have a fiancee in The Wedding Plan

THE WEDDING PLAN (Rama Burshtein, 2016)
Quad Cinema
34 West 13th St. between Fifth & Sixth Aves.
Opens Friday, May 12
www.theweddingplanmovie.com
www.quadcinema.com

A month before her wedding, Michal (Noa Koler) finds out that her fiance, Gidi (Erez Drigues), doesn’t actually love her. Determined to not become an old maid, the thirty-two-year-old animal handler decides that she is going to go through with the ceremony anyway, that love — and the right man — are still out there waiting for her. “I believe God will help me find a groom by the end of Hanukkah,” she tells wedding planner Shimi (Amos Tamam), who is not so sure she is making the right decision. She then goes on a series of ever-more-silly dates with Orthodox men as her wedding day approaches, with no legitimate suitor in sight as her friends and family wonder about her sanity. And then she meets singer Yoss (Oz Zehavi), but is he Mr. Right? By then, you might not care. Written and directed by New York City native Rama Burshtein (Fill the Void, Venice 70: Future Reloaded), The Wedding Plan, which is called Through the Wall in Hebrew, is a Lifetime-like romantic comedy, trying too hard to be charming and funny, resulting in flat scenes that are predictable and trite. Michal’s wedding day is scheduled for the eighth day of Hanukkah, which holds special meaning at the end of the Festival of Lights, a time for rejuvenation; The Wedding Plan could use some rejuvenating of its own.

STEFAN ZWEIG: FAREWELL TO EUROPE

Stefan Zweig

Josef Hader gives a powerful performance as exiled Austrian writer Stefan Zweig in moving biopic by Maria Schrader

STEFAN ZWEIG: FAREWELL TO EUROPE (VOR DER MORGENRÖTE) (Maria Schrader, 2016)
Lincoln Plaza Cinema
1886 Broadway at 63rd St.
Opens Friday, May 12
212-757-2280
www.firstrunfeatures.com
www.lincolnplazacinema.com

Writer, actor, and former cabaret star Josef Hader gives a deeply intelligent, intensely gentle and thoughtful performance as Austrian writer Stefan Zweig in Maria Schrader’s moving biopic, Stefan Zweig: Farewell to Europe, opening May 12 at Lincoln Plaza. The episodic film follows the exiled Jewish writer as he and his second wife, Lotte (Aenne Schwarz), try to find a new home as Fascism takes hold across Europe. He is a man without a country, and it profoundly troubles him; he grows more and more brittle over the course of a prologue, four chapters, and an epilogue that follows him from Rio de Janeiro and Buenos Aires to Bahia, New York, and Petrópolis between 1936 and 1942. But none of them is his beloved Austria. “Apart from the personal joys your country has given me, apart from its beauty, its daring architecture . . . there is an even more powerful impression that I would like to share with you,” he tells Brazilian foreign minister José Carlos de MacedoSoares (Virgílio Castelo) and an adoring crowd gathered around a gorgeously designed long table for a celebration in his honor at the Jockey Club in Rio. “Every nation, in every generation — and therefore ours too — must find an answer to the most simple and vital question of all: How do we achieve a peaceful coexistence in today’s world despite all our differences in race, class, and religion? And it seems to me that Brazil has found an answer, even though not only its vegetation but also its population are more diverse in color than in Europe. Since my arrival in the Bay of Rio, it has seemed to me like a vision of the future,” he concludes. At the XIV International P.E.N. Congress in Buenos Aires, he is interviewed by reporters who almost demand that he take a public position on Adolf Hitler and events in Germany and Austria, but he refuses to speak ill of his native land. “Where is the line between literature and politics?” his rival, Emil Ludwig, asks from the podium, insisting it is the writer’s responsibility to cry out against injustice. When Belgian author Louis Piérard (Vincent Nemeth) then reads a list of names of banned writers, including Zweig’s, Zweig buries his face in his hands, refusing to claim a place as a martyr for the cause. (However, the newspapers claimed he was crying. “What a disgusting vanity fair,” he wrote to his first wife, portrayed in the film by Barbara Sukowa.)

Stefan Zweig

Stefan Zweig: Farewell to Europe features beautiful compositions that are like paintings

Zweig demonstrates remarkable patience as he travels from place to place, constantly hounded by fans, journalists, and local dignitaries. He meets with various publishers, determined to keep on writing — he’s working on Brazil, Land of the Future as well as his autobiography, The World of Yesterday — but he is being worn down by all the requests he is receiving to help people get out of Europe. An avowed pacifist, he’s also disgusted by the war and tormented that he is unable to do anything about it. In her second feature, director and cowriter (with Jan Schomburg) Schrader, who is also an award-winning actress (Aimée & Jaguar, Nobody Loves Me) and has appeared in works by Agnieszka Holland, Margarethe von Trotta, and Doris Dörrie, among others, doesn’t force any issues, letting the story unfold in soft, subtle ways, focusing on Zweig’s complicated conscience. Cinematographer Wolfgang Thaler, a documentary veteran, crafts gorgeously composed shots, often set up like paintings. And the ending is an absolute gem. Zweig wrote novellas (Amok, Letter from an Unknown Woman), novels (Beware of Pity, Confusion of Feelings), and biographies of Marie Antoinette, Balzac, Magellan, Mary Queen of Scots, and others during his storied career, but his own tale is unforgettable, and one that strongly resonates today in an unsettled, violent world that would still so disappoint him.

WHISKY GALORE!

Whisky Galore!

A dry Scottish island decides to wet its whistle with contraband drink in Whisky Galore!

WHISKY GALORE! (Gillies Mackinnon, 2016)
Cinema Village
22 East 12th St. between University Pl. & Fifth Ave.
Opens Friday, May 12
212-529-6799
www.whiskygaloremovie.com
www.cinemavillage.com

Gillies Mackinnon’s Whisky Galore! follows in the tradition of such British charmers as Local Hero, Waking Ned Devine, and The Full Monty, another quirky tale of a small community coming together when facing unexpected challenges. It’s 1943, and WWII has not quite made it to the remote (and fictional) Scottish island of Todday, but you wouldn’t know it from the actions of Captain Wagget (Eddie Izzard), an English commander rigidly leading a ragtag unit of islanders just in case Hitler should attack. The town has gone dry, with no alcohol deliveries expected because of the war, putting a damper on everything, including celebrations; most importantly, postmaster Joseph Macroon (Gregor Fisher), a leader on the island, won’t allow his daughters, Catriona (Ellie Kendrick) and Peggy (Naomi Battrick), to marry their intendeds, schoolteacher George Campbell (Kevin Guthrie) and Sergeant Odd (Sean Biggerstaff), respectively, until they can have the proper party, with plenty of booze. George also faces the wrath of his Bible-thumping mother (Ann Louise Ross), who forbids him from marrying Peggy. In desperate need of drink, the town gets excited when a cargo ship runs aground just off the island, transporting tens of thousands of export-only alcohol for a cabinet minister. While Captain Waggett seeks to protect the bounty from thieves — his colleagues and neighbors — a group of thirsty islanders, including Joseph, George, Odd, Sammy (Iain Robertson), the Biffer (Antony Strachan), Old Roddy (Sean Scanlan), and Angus (Brian Pettifer), devise a plan to obtain the contraband whisky, right under Waggett’s nose.

Whisky Galore!

Macroon (Gregor Fisher) and his daughters (Ellie Kendrick and Naomi Battrick) have some choice words for the town bartender (Ken Drury) in Scottish remake

Whisky Galore! is a remake of Alexander Mackendrick’s classic 1949 Ealing comedy — his debut, which was reedited by Charles Crichton when the producer was not satisfied with the original cut. The film was based on Sir Compton Mackenzie’s novel, inspired by real events in which the S.S. Politician, a British cargo ship carrying tens of thousands of cases of export-only whisky, crashed in the Outer Hebrides in 1941. (Coincidentally, Mackendrick gave Mackinnon a prize for his graduation film back in 1986.) Written by Peter MacDougall and photographed by Nigel Willoughby, the film has a lot of Scottish color, and not just the beautiful amber of whisky, even if production designer Andy Harris was heavily influenced by the work of American painter Andrew Wyeth. Izzard turns Waggett into a pathetic but determined soldier, egged on by his prudish wife, Dolly (Fenella Woolgar), while Fisher makes gentle widower Macroon the emotional center of the film. And keep a lookout for the late Tim Pigott-Smith (The Jewel in the Crown, King Charles III) as Colonel Woolsey, in one of his last roles. Glaswegian MacKinnon (Hideous Kinky, The Last of the Blond Bombshells) keeps it all from getting too ridiculous, although several plot twists go awry, including one involving Edward, Prince of Wales, and his true love, Wallis Simpson. But no matter; this is a film that goes down fairly smooth, without too much harshness.

MANIFESTO

MANIFESTO

Cate Blanchett plays thirteen roles in twelve scenarios in Julian Rosefeldt’s Manifesto

MANIFESTO (Julian Rosefeldt, 2017)
Film Forum
209 West Houston St. between Sixth Ave. & Varick St.
Opens Wednesday, May 10
212-727-8110
filmforum.org
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Julian Rosefeldt’s Manifesto previously manifested as a captivating thirteen-channel installation in the Park Avenue Armory’s massive Wade Thompson Drill Hall, where visitors could walk among thirteen enormous screens, experiencing the work in whatever order they preferred, watching all 130 minutes or cherry picking individual scenes. Each screen (except for the prologue) showed a specific ten-and-a-half-minute scenario, running concurrently, in which Oscar-winning actress Cate Blanchett played a different character (in one she played two), her dialogue consisting almost exclusively of quotes from more than fifty manifestos by such artists and thinkers as Dziga Vertov, Claes Oldenburg, André Breton, Yvonne Rainer, Lars von Trier, Adrian Piper, Wassily Kandinsky, Guillaume Apollinaire, Lucio Fontana, Werner Herzog, and Marx and Engels. The stunning visuals, featuring spectacular indoor and outdoor architecture gorgeously photographed by Christoph Krauss, distracted positively from much of the theoretical mush, formal language that is not easy to turn into a film. Now writer-director Rosefeldt and editor Bobby Good have chopped Manifesto into a disappointing ninety-four-minute movie shown on a single screen, cutting back and forth among the scenarios, sacrificing the meditative rhythm of the long, individual scenes, each of which began with a lovely, peaceful establishing shot, and unfortunately highlighting snippets of pompous intellectual meanderings, eliminating the undercurrent of humor that made the installation worth watching in full.

Even Blanchett’s tour-de-force performance, playing such characters as a homeless man (Situationism), a funeral speaker (Dadaism), a financial broker (Futurism), a choreographer (Fluxus / Merz / Performance), a news reader and a reporter (Conceptual Art / Minimalism), and a teacher (Film), gets lost in the transition and now feels like more of a gimmick. In addition, in the installation, about two-thirds of the way through each scene all the characters face the camera in unison and spout different philosophical musings in a robotic monotone, creating a choral cacophony that resounded through the cavernous space, dominated by giant close-ups of Blanchett everywhere; nothing like that happens in the shortened film. Kudos still go out to costume designer Bina Daigeler, makeup magician Morag Ross, hair stylist Massimo Gattabrusi, and production designer Erwin Prib, but Rosefeldt (Trilogy of Failure, Deep Gold, The Ship of Fools) and Good have done a disservice to what was a grand work of art that itself was a grand statement about the critical importance of art. “Originality is nonexistent,” Blanchett says as a teacher, quoting Jim Jarmusch. “I am writing a manifesto because I have nothing to say,” she narrates in the prologue, quoting Philippe Soupault. The original Manifesto installation had plenty to say; the single-screen theatrical version, however, does not.

LIBERTÉ, EGALITÉ, FANTASY: FRENCH POLITICS ON FILM — INTERNS NIGHT AT FIAF: STRUGGLE FOR LIFE

Marc Châtaigne (Vincent Macaigne) battle the law of the jungle in Struggle for Life

Marc Châtaigne (Vincent Macaigne) battle the law of the jungle in Struggle for Life

CinéSalon: STRUGGLE FOR LIFE (LA LOI DE LA JUNGLE) (Antonin Peretjatko, 2016)
French Institute Alliance Française, Florence Gould Hall
55 East 59th St. between Madison & Park Aves.
Tuesday, May 9, $14, 4:00 & 7:30 ($3 for interns at 7:30 with code INSIDE)
Series continues Tuesday nights through May 30
212-355-6100
www.fiaf.org

“Vines . . . are like internships,” Ulrich (Pascal Tagnati) tells Marc Châtaigne (Vincent Macaigne) in Antonin Peretjatko’s madcap colonialist farce, Struggle for Life. “Don’t drop one till you got another.” Nothing ever goes right for middle-aged schlemiel Châtaigne, who has been assigned by Rosio (Jean-Luc Bideau) of the Ministry of Standards to oversee the construction of an indoor ski resort in the jungles of Guiana; Guia-Snow, Rosio explains, will show South America that France can export a coveted resource, cold weather. Châtaigne’s contact in Guiana is lunatic bureaucrat Galgaric (Mathieu Amalric), who assigns him a driver named Tarzan (Vimala Pons), a grown woman who is interning with the Department of Forestry and Water and is in charge of renovating gardens. Soon Châtaigne and Tarzan are lost in the jungle, encountering a variety of oddballs, including Christian Duplex (Pascal Légitimus), Georges (Thomas De Pourquery), and Damien (Rodolphe Pauly), each of whom is somehow involved in either tearing down or saving the Amazon. Meanwhile, Châtaigne is being hunted by strange and skillful tax minister Maître Friquelin (Fred Tousch). They also meet up with dangerous insects and animals, cannibals, and parking meters. Jerry Lewis’s The Patsy meets Woody Allen’s Bananas in this hit-or-miss satire of French colonialism and government programs, in which interns are given a tremendous amount of power and responsibility, with director-cowriter Peretjatko (La Fille du 14 juillet) leaving no sight gag unturned. Yes, a lot of them are just plain stupid, but a whole bunch are just plain funny as well.

Struggle for Life is screening on May 8 at 4:00 and 7:30 in the FIAF CinéSalon series “Liberté, Egalité, Fantasy: French Politics on Film”; both shows will be followed by a wine and beer reception. And in a nod to interns here in New York City, all current interns pay only three dollars (with the code INSIDE) for the 7:30 show, which will be introduced by journalist and WQXR host Annie Bergen and feature such prizes as an intern survival kit consisting of pastries, wine, a massage, and more. “Liberté, Egalité, Fantasy: French Politics on Film” continues Tuesdays through May 30 with Alain Cavalier’s Pater, Costa-Gavras’s Special Section, and Benoît Forgeard’s Gaz de France.