this week in film and television

ARTPROJX CINEMA

Jesper Just’s SIRENS OF CHROME is one of the many free screenings at the SVA Theatre being held in conjunction with Armory Week

SVA Theatre
333 West 23rd St. between Eighth & Ninth Aves.
March 1-6, 10:00 am – late
Admssion: free, RSVP strongly suggested
www.artprojx.com/cinema

In conjunction with VOLTA and the Armory Show, Artprojx, which defines itself as “a marketing, event production, virtual space, fundraising, and audience development and creative strategic consulting agency,” will be presenting six days of free screenings of works by artists and galleries associated with the two fairs. More than sixty screenings are scheduled, and advance RSVP is strongly suggested, especially considering some of the names involved. Among the presentations likely to fill up quickly are Marie Losier’s Tony Conrad: DreaMinimalist, Terry Smith’s Broken Voices, Jessica Voorsanger’s The Woody Allen Show, Simon Pope’s Memory Marathon, Matthew Day Jackson’s In Search Of, Alfred Leslie’s The Cedar Bar, Jesper Just’s Sirens of Chrome, and George Kuchar’s “Legendary Potboilers & Melodramas.”

FILM COMMENT SELECTS: I WISH I KNEW

Zhao Tao wanders through modern-day China in Jia Zhang-ke’s elegiac documentary

I WISH I KNEW (Jia Zhang-ke, 2010)
Film Society of Lincoln Center
Walter Reade Theater
70 Lincoln Center Plaza, 65th St. at Amsterdam Ave.
Sunday, February 20, 9:15
Series runs through March 3, $12 per screening, All Access Pass $129
212-875-6500
www.filmlinc.com

Throughout his professional career, which began with the 1997 underground hit Pickpocket, Sixth Generation Chinese writer-director Jia Zhang-ke has shuttled easily between documentaries (Useless, 24 City) and narrative features (The World, Still Life) — and it’s not always obvious which is which, as his steady, poetic style is built on subtlety, slow rhythms, and an innate sense of realism (and he freely mixes fantasy and reality as well). His latest documentary, the Cannes Film Festival Un Certain Regard selection I Wish I Knew, adds elements of fiction to its compelling examination of the intimately personal side effects that resulted from the Chinese civil war and Cultural Revolution, as many people left Shanghai for Taipei and Hong Kong. Jia and interviewer Lin Xudong meet with elderly men and women who tell tragic stories of family and friends being murdered and executed by the government; an especially poignant scene is set at a community gathering where senior citizens dance to Dick Haymes’s version of the old standard “I Wish I Knew”; one of the interviewees sings into the camera, “I wish I knew someone like you could love me / I wish I knew you place no one above me / Did I mistake this for a real romance? / I wish I knew, but only you can answer,” which could be as much about a personal relationship as the revolution itself. Jia also talks with several filmmakers and actresses, from Hou Hsiao-hsien and Wang Toon to Huang Baomei, Rebecca Pan, and Wei Wei, illustrating how Shanghai has been depicted on film with clips from such movies as Hou’s Flowers of Shanghai, Xie Jin’s Huang Baomie, Wang’s Red Persimmon, Lou Ye’s Suzhou River, Wang Bing’s To Liberate Shanghai, Wong Kar-wai’s Days of Being Wild, and Michelangelo Antonioni’s Cina. As the nearly two-hour documentary reaches its conclusion, they interview younger people, including bestselling writer, blogger, and race-car champion Han Han, who don’t share the same conflicted memories of communism and the Cultural Revolution, instead praising an evolving modern-day capitalistic Shanghai that has brought them vast wealth, with no interest in the past of Deng Xiaoping, Mao Zedong, and Chiang Kai-shek. Throughout the film, Jia’s onscreen muse, Zhao Tao, who has appeared in six of his previous works, walks through contemporary Shanghai, pausing as she languidly looks out over the ever-changing city, where intensely poor neighborhoods are being torn down right around the corner from massive construction projects. Commissioned for the 2010 World Expo held in Shanghai, I Wish I Knew might not have been quite what the expo folk expected, but then again, they did give carte blanche to Jia, who never takes the easy way out, creating yet another complex, confusing, and controversial cinematic experience.

I Wish I Knew, which is scheduled to open in New York on April 29 (and will also screen at MoMA’s “Documentary Fortnight” series on February 24), is getting a sneak preview Sunday, February 20, as part of the annual Film Comment Selects series at Lincoln Center, highlighting little-seen works over the last year that either have not been officially released or shown only at film festivals. Running through March 3 at the Walter Reade Theater, the series also includes Alex Cox’s Straight to Hell Returns (with an appearance by Cox and an after-party with live music and free drinks), Sion Sono’s Cold Fish, Kim Ji-woon’s I Saw the Devil, Andy Warhol’s 1966 The Velvet Underground and Nico and 1967 The Velvet Underground in Boston, Claude Lanzmann’s Sobibor, Oct. 14, 1943, 4 p.m., and Peter Geyer’s Klaus Kinski: Jesus Christ the Savior.

WE ARE WHAT WE ARE

Jorge Michel Grau’s debut feature about a hungry Mexican family is a tasty little treat


WE ARE WHAT WE ARE (SOMOS LE QUE HAY) (Jorge Michel Grau, 2010)

IFC Center
323 Sixth Ave. at West Third St.
Opens Friday, February 18
212-924-7771
www.ifccenter.com
www.ifccenter.com

There’s an old saying “You are what you eat,” and it couldn’t be more true of the protagonist family in Mexican writer-director Jorge Michel Grau’s debut feature, We Are What We Are (Somos lo que hay). A veteran of both the Cannes and New York Film Festivals, the creepy horror flick begins as a decrepit old man wanders through a mall, apparently drunk and sick. After dropping dead on the street, his body is quickly whisked away as if just another piece of trash, but when the medical examiner finds part of a finger inside the man’s body, a pair of corrupt cops are on the case. Meanwhile, the dead man’s wife, daughter, and two sons are really, really hungry, because Daddy was the one who always brought home the bacon, so to speak, which they would devour in ritualistic ceremonies. But now they’re bickering over who should be the hunter, where they should do their hunting, and how they should prepare their potential victims. With the cops closing in, the family’s in-fighting isn’t helping as the body count, including a fair amount of blood and gore, begins to rise. Starring Francisco Barreiro, Alan Chávez, Paulina Gaitán, and Carmen Beato, We Are What We Are is a tasty little treat that is no mere flavor-of-the-moment vampiric rip-off but an admirable homage to late-night Brava/Argento fare, with some social commentary thrown in for good measure.

PUTTY HILL

Friends gather in tender tale about a tight-knit community coming together for a funeral (photo © Joyce Kim, 2010)

PUTTY HILL (Matt Porterfield, 2011)
Cinema Village
22 East 12th St. between Fifth Ave. & University Pl.
February 8-14, 1:00, 3:00, 5:00, 7:00, and 9:00
212-924-3363
www.puttyhillmovie.com
www.cinemavillage.com

The city of Baltimore has not exactly been depicted kindly in film and on television, with such series as Homicide: Life on the Street, The Wire, and The Corner: A Year in the Life of an Inner-City Neighborhood focusing on the rash of drugs and violence that have devastated the community, while native son John Waters has shown its wackier side in such films as Polyester and Hairspray. Born and raised in a suburb just inside the Baltimore city line, writer-director Matt Porterfield (Hamilton) has taken a different view in his second feature film, Putty Hill. When financing for his coming-of-age drama Metal Gods fell through, he decided to keep the cast and crew together and instead shoot a cinéma verité story about the after-effects of a young man’s drug overdose on a tight-knit community inspired by the one he grew up in. Not much is revealed about Cory as his funeral nears and life goes on, with his younger brother, Cody (Cody Ray), playing paintball with Cory’s friends; his uncle, Spike (Charles Sauers), tattooing customers in his apartment; and Spike’s daughter, Jenny (Sky Ferreira), returning to her hometown for the first time in several years and hanging out with her old friends like nothing much has changed. Working off a five-page treatment with only one line of scripted dialogue, Porterfield and cinematographer Jeremy Saulnier capture people just going on living, taking Cory’s death in stride; Porterfield interviews much of the cast, who share their thoughts and feelings in relatively unemotional ways. Shot on a minuscule budget in only twelve days, Putty Hill uses natural sound and light, nonprofessional actors, and real locations, enhancing its documentary-like feel, maintaining its understated narrative and avoiding any bombastic or sudden, big revelations. It’s a softly moving film, a tender tale about daily life in a contemporary American working-class neighborhood. The film opens today at Cinema Village and will include Q&As all weekend long, with such special guests as filmmakers Amos Poe (The Blank Generation), Jem Cohen (Benjamin Smoke), and Ross Kauffman (Born into Brothels), Yeasayer’s Chris Keating, film critics Jeronimo Rodriguez and Richard Brody, IFP’s Amy Dotson, and members of the cast and crew, followed by after-parties at Beauty Bar and Lit Lounge, with live performances by Co La, Dustin Wong, and Dope Body.

J. HOBERMAN: AN ARMY OF PHANTOMS

J. Hoberman looks at the invasion of Cold War fears in Hollywood at BAM festival

BAMcinematek
30 Lafayette Ave. between Ashland Pl. & St. Felix St.
February 18 – March 28
718-636-4100
www.bam.org

Way back in 1977, J. Hoberman reviewed Eraserhead for the Village Voice. More than thirty-three years later, he’s still there, serving as their longtime senior film critic. The author of such previous books as The Dream Life: Movies, Media, and the Mythology of the Sixties, On Jack Smith’s Flaming Creatures and Other Secret-Flix of Cinemaroc, and Bridge of Light: Yiddish Film Between Two Worlds, Hoberman is poised to release his latest tome, An Army of Phantoms: American Movies and the Making of the Cold War, due from the New Press on March 15. In conjunction with the book’s release, Hoberman has been once again invited by BAM to curate a film series, this one dealing with movies made during the Cold War era. “An Army of Phantoms” begins Friday, February 18, with the granddaddy of them all, Don Siegel’s Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1956), the ultimate exercise in paranoia starring Kevin McCarthy as a man whose friends are turning into loveless pod people. Hoberman will introduce the 6:50 screening and sign books afterward. On Saturday, Pickup on South Street (1953) follows three-time loser Skip McCoy (Richard Widmark), who gets more than he bargained for when he lifts femme fatale Candy’s (Jean Peters) wallet on the subway, landing him in trouble with mysterious Joey (Richard Kiley) and the Feds in Samuel Fuller’s fab Cold War noir set in New York City. On Sunday, Hoberman delivers the extremely tongue-in-cheek Cold War Western Johnny Guitar (1954), Nicholas Ray’s tale of a butch nighclub owner (Joan Crawford), a six-string-strumming former gunslinger (Sterling Hayden), and campy subtext galore. Opening weekend concludes on Presidents’ Day with a double feature of alien gems, Invaders from Mars (William Cameron Menzies, 1953) and The Thing from Another World (Christian Nyby, 1951), provocative parables of potential Soviet attacks. The series continues through March 28 with such other great flicks — including ones that you might not have thought about within a Cold War context before — as a double bill of Them! (Gordon Douglas, 1954) and The Wild One (Laslo Benedek, 1953), The Fountainhead (King Vidor, 1949), Panic in the Streets (Elia Kazan, 1950), and Kiss Me Deadly (Robert Aldrich, 1955).

A WEEK OF SEX IN CINEMA: ANTICHRIST

Lars von Trier’s ANTICHRIST is part of “Sex in Cinema” series at the Quad

Quad Cinema
34 West 13th St.
Saturday, February 19, 1:00
Tuesday, February 22, 9:55
Series runs February 18-24
212-255-2243
www.quadcinema.com
www.antichristthemovie.com

Generally, Danish Dogme practitioner Lars von Trier makes films that critics and audiences alike are either repulsed by or deeply love. Controversial works such as Breaking the Waves, The Idiots, Dancer in the Dark, and Dogville win international awards while also driving people out of theaters. In fact, at his New York Film Festival press conference for Antichrist, he was asked how he feels when no one walks out on his work: “Then I have failed,” he replied with a sly grin. Well, there are sure to be many walkouts during Antichrist, a harrowing tale of grief, pain, and despair that begins with a gorgeously shot, visually graphic sex scene followed by a tragic accident. The rest of the film details how the unnamed couple (Willem Dafoe and Charlotte Gainsbourg) deal with the loss of their young child; a therapist, he opts to treat her more as a patient than as his wife, a highly questionable decision that threatens to tear them apart — both psychologically and physically, as the film turns into an extremely violent horror flick in the final scenes. Somehow, we found ourselves pretty much right in the middle of this one, neither loving it nor hating it while admiring it greatly despite its odd meanderings, loose holes, sappy dialogue, and occasionally awkward scenarios. In certain ways, it’s a bizarre amalgamation of Alfred Hitchcock’s Spellbound, Ingmar Bergman’s Scenes from a Marriage, Stanley Kubrick’s The Shining (and various other Stephen King stories), Roman Polanski’s Rosemary’s Baby, Richard Donner’s The Omen, Robert Wise’s Audrey Rose, and Tobe Hooper’s The Texas Chain Saw Massacre. Or something like that. Add half a star if you think von Trier is a creative genius; delete two stars if you consider him a certifiable lunatic.

Antichrist is screening as part of the Quad series “A Week of Sex in Cinema,” consisting of seven films that push the boundary of the depiction of sex onscreen, including John Cameron Mitchell’s Shortbus, Kirby Dick’s documentary This Film Is Not Yet Rated, Chyng Sun’s The Price of Pleasure, Michael Winterbottom’s 9 Songs, Jean-Jacques Beineix’s Betty Blue (which opens with one of the most breathtaking sex scenes ever put on celluloid), and the theatrical premiere of Philippe Diaz’s Now & Later; Diaz and the cast will participate in Q&As following select screenings February 18-20.

PACINO’S 70’S

Al Pacino dominated the 1970s onscreen and never looked back

Film Forum
209 West Houston St.
February 18-24
212-727-8110
www.filmforum.org

Perhaps no actor has dominated a decade the way Al Pacino ruled over the 1970s. With five Oscar nominations in eight films, he experienced unprecedented breakout success, so it is with good reason that Film Forum has named its retrospective “Pacino’s ’70s,” because he owned the period onscreen. Born in East Harlem in 1940, Pacino, currently finishing up a celebrated Broadway run as Shylock in The Merchant of Venice, cut a brooding swath as gritty films came of age in the 1970s, particularly those made in New York City. The series — which includes all of Pacino’s work from 1971 to 1979 save for his one misstep, Bobby Deerfield (Sidney Pollack, 1977) — begins February 18 with The Godfather (Francis Ford Coppola, 1972), which seems to keep getting better with age, followed by the even better sequel-prequel, The Godfather Part II (Francis Ford Coppola, 1974), on February 19, both of which will be screened on Sunday. On Monday, Pacino and Kitty Winn are badly in need of a fix in The Panic in Needle Park (Jerry Schatzberg, 1971), while on Tuesday Pacino thinks a sex-change operation for his lover will fix things in Dog Day Afternoon (Sidney Lumet, 1975). On Wednesday he finds himself in quite another fix in Serpico (Sidney Lumet, 1973), then on Thursday discovers that nothing can fix the legal system in …And Justice for All (Norman Jewison, 1979). The festival concludes on February 24 with the small gem Scarecrow (Jerry Schatzberg, 1973); the 7:40 show will be introduced by Schatzberg. The series is a testament to Pacino’s immense talent, demonstrating his innate ability to immerse himself in memorable characters like few ever have, from the whirling dervish lawyer Arthur Kirkland to the deeply conflicted Michael Corleone, from the virtuous Frank Serpico to the anarchistic Sonny Wortzik, from drifter dreamer Lion Delbuchi to drifter addict Bobby.