Saturday, January 29, 2011

The Two-Fold Mystery and the Honest Enigma

About Elly
Ahsgar Fahardi
Iran
2009


Iran’s official entry to 2009 Academy Awards Best Foreign Language Film category swept me off my feet with its riveting revelations and character studies engrafted in its formidable narrative. Farhadi consecrated to piercingly direct the story of a group of grown-up friends whose supposedly diverting weekend vacation suddenly turned into an ultimate test when Elly, the title holder and the invitee in the group, all of a sudden disappears. They don’t know if she simply just left away or if she has drown in the sea trying to save the life of one of the couple in the group’s child. A thriller enshrouded in distinctive studies of individual characters and their reaction to one single incidence gave a Silver Bear for Best Director award for Asghar Fahardi in Berlin Film Festival, as well as the Jury Grand Prize and Best Screenplay award in Asia Pacific Screen Awards. Still a little underrated I suppose, for not being recognized in more prestigious Film Awards and Festivals; nonetheless, this superior Iranian film enraptured me convincingly with its originality in a very consumed genre.

One of the major aberrations, and the most authoritative, Farhadi installed in his work is the destitution of foreshadowing. Indeed a raw material in every drama, and so is the case in any serious film by every serious filmmaker’s own accord, the film ventured into a courageous function which nonetheless paid off. The early part of the film presents a group of happy people—a picture I don’t recognize too often in an Iranian-Kurdish film. In fact, I fell in love with the fact that Iran this time creates an effort to show a less conservative, less austere, and less political subject matter instead of the notoriety of Middle East terrorism hyped by the Westerns. The first 30 minutes of the film are all devoted to the fun this group of 8 friends and their children engage themselves to enjoy the weekend on a private house off by the seashore; music jamming, charades, volleyball, and simple chatting engrossed everyone. Those scenes are very amusing, so amusing that even though the plot seems to be a little too reserved, almost plotless, it can still entertain you even fastening you to appease for the meantime, before the tragedy strikes. It has that Gus Van Sant’s “Elephant” wriggle—a very unsuspecting beginning and a very abrupt and opposite turn of events. Elly disappeared, without everyone knowing if she has drowned saving a child or if she simply walked away. The genius followed from there on and ingenuity flowed, creativity showcased, and characters revealed. It is not to say that there is an absolute absence of foreshadowing though; few scenes before the last scene of Elly, where she is flying a kite so happily like a child, she mentioned that she would have to go but Sepideh, her student’s mother who invited her, refused. That which I consider the closest to foreshadowing did not give us any hint of the trouble Elly will create, though it gives us the possibility of missing Elly.  


The beautiful and demure Elly flying a kite just before the tragedy unbeknownst to everyone. 

Honor is a word the film is insinuating until it has been made explicit after Sepideh’s revelation of the real reason she invited Elly in the group’s vacation and why she hide it from all of them. Elly is an engaged woman however, she wishes to break up with his fiancée. Sepideh invites Elly to meet a friend who has just divorced his German wife. Elly refuses and Sepideh insisted with the former getting what she wants. The rest of the group is unaware of the real reason. She wants not to tell the truth to Elly’s fiancée, who arrives in the beach house after the group’s call, because she want to keep Elly’s honor to her fiancée. While the rest of the group’s consensus is to tell the truth to Elly’s fiancée, after all, they are really unaware of it, Sepideh is still reluctant. When she is finally left with nothing but to tell the truth, relinquishing the honor she wanted Elly to keep, she finds a need to keep one to her. When Elly’s fiancée asked Sepideh if she at least refused to go and meet Sepideh’s friend, she answered no, letting him know that she really persuaded Elly in coming with them will officially point the man’s hatred and disgust to her. I commend the fact that this important moral element in the story has been positioned in the very answer to the mystery the group has generated. I would love to distinguish the fact there are actually 2 mysteries running on the film. The first is whether Elly really drowned or just simply went away and second is the more important—Sepideh holding the truth and the group’s stunning interaction after the incidence and the total quest for learning the truth. The honor now is what makes the film Iranian. At first, I am amused by these characters because they are not exactly my stereotype of a Kurdish-Muslim. They are a bit Westernized or commercial I may say, with that constant atmosphere of conservatism. Sepideh’s attempt for an artificial redemption gives an unpretentious enigma to a well understood character study.  

The narrative part should be perfect for me, really deserving of the Best Screenplay award it won. The only thing that I wish to have been changed was the employment of hand held camera—the ultimate camera mounting I dislike. Shaking frames definitively corrupts suspension of disbelief, especially in a serious film. There are some mid-tempo panning shots in the film that are already painful and hazy to the eyes, which is just verging to being useless. I understand though that there are some scenes that ideally need a hand held camera, however, a film that can make everything as visually as smooth as possible will always be a superior film. Bahz Luhrman’s “Australia” features one of my favorite chasing and running scenes ever because of its astonishingly polished camera movement despite of the massive motions and consumption of space in the scene—that is where the aborigine child showed Nicole Kidman that the man managing her ranch is only lying about the malfunction of the water tank. Visually-wise, “About Elly” is less exotic and brilliant than some other Middle East movies like “Osama”, “Turtles Can Fly” and “Color of Paradise”. There are also sometimes that I am looking for some changes in the philosophy of the camera. At the early part, you can barely notice shots with single character only which is understandable based on the atmosphere of that part. When the mood switched from leisure and fun to disarray and disturbance, I was expecting more isolated shots of each character. On the other hand, the cinematographer and director still opted for the same philosophy which for me is not a big problem though. 

(Topmost) The group the day after the tragedy trying to figure out what happened. (Above) Sepideh reveals the truth to everyone.

Fargadi’s direction of the film is outstanding. I adore how he manages a total shift of tone atmosphere and how well he instructs every actors, especially the children. That ultimate scene which I guess lasted for more or less 20 minutes where the guys are trying to search and save the boy, while women shouting and cowering at the shore, then the others who went to the market came baffled with what is happening, then the boy was saved and now Elly is missing, and so on and so forth, is one powerful work of rigid direction, awesome acting by every single actors (that is without any exaggeration), exquisite editing, and a cinematography at top form. It is on that sequence though that I never got distracted by all the mid to fast tempo panning shots it required, instead I adore the camera movement applied on the sequence where the assumption of space is correlated with multi-character ostensive language of actions. That heck of a sequence is just the powder keg of the eventual and total unleashing of what the film is really made of.

“About Elly” interestingly delineates what people thinks about someone they don’t really know and there is surely no other better scenario to collate them than on a group of people who know each other very well. I am vainly intoxicated with the interaction occurring between these life long friends about thinking what is best, who is right, and how it happened. The emotional and moral make-up of each characters are so diverse that it structured a concerning storyline into a resonating and inescapable haunting of every human being equipped with the simple faculty of reacting. The film consistently keeps the upsurge of tension while it fleshes out and even debones every reasoning human being involved in the plot and finally unveils the mystery, and more importantly learns something that won’t be corrected—no matter how we want to tell the truth, there is a compelling and intangible force that won’t just allow us—and the reason behind it is not political at all. 

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

The King of Life

The World is Big and Salvation Lurks Around the Corner
Stefan Komandarev
Bulgaria
2009


How many films are out there that can actually make you feel thoroughly alive? To what extent should you consider yourself a film enthusiast and not doubt yourself in times that you think you’ve just found one of the best films in the world? This Bulgarian film, literally entitled as “The World is Big and Salvation Prowls on All Sides”, has granted a delightful caress on my heart and a staggering warmth to embrace my ideology which has believed in the enthrallment found after each man’s seemingly inconceivable journey for salvation on the face of a world stricken by pain and anguish. Komanderev’s debut narrative film is dowered by a captivating charm of images with terrific colors and frame composition and with the betrothing power of his connoisseur’s talent of storytelling.  The film is a celebration of life; and its howling convergence among the nostalgic past, the mundane present and a hopeful tomorrow. This short-listed movie for the 2009 Academy Awards Best Foreign Language Film category is a charismatic and beautiful motion picture that deserves every recognitions it has received in at least 17 International Awards; so bad though that Bulgaria just almost garnered its first ever nomination at the Oscar; I think the film is very much deserving for it. 

 
The story is told in two time frames: the present time is when Bai Dan went to a Germany to look after his grandson Sashko who is suffering from Amnesia after the car accident that killed his parents; and the past time is during Sashko’s childhood when he, together with his family escaped from Bulgaria to Germany. The second time frame is creatively used as the graphic visualizations of Bai Dan’s attempts to restitute his grandson’s memories. The result of this very resourceful narrative device is so commendable that it rendered an overwhelming quantity of the ineluctable relationship between the past and the present. There is a poignant scene in the first 30 minutes of the movie when Sashko is looking at the pictures his grandfather gave him. The editing intercut from Sashko’s close up shot showing tears rolling out of his eyes to a bedtime story moments of the young Sashko (him) and his mother telling the story of a lost rabbit seeking it way home.



Before the complete intercut, another shot was necessary—an aerial low angle shot of Sashko sitting on a bench on the hospital’s moon-lit gardened; using graphical editing, it slowly crossfades to a baby rabbit sitting on an old dilapidated trunk on a moonlit woods from the storybook Sashko’s mother is was reading to him. 


The film went to back to Sashko at the present time, while his mother’s voice continues telling the story. As she says the lines about the mysterious path on the woods assuring the lost baby rabbit that it will take him home, Sashko starts to stand and walk along the path on the hospital garden, and thus, his journey home we all know is about to officially start. That scene is just one of the many scenes that have a compelling power that reunites the past and the present, the living and the deceased, and from there ventures into a time that is not the present nor the past anymore—the future, a time when the present and the past collides. 

Definitely a man-centered story, this film obviously defines the transition of a man; that is why the grandfather needed to have a grandson from his son. I appreciate the ambiguous reference of who-is-the-son-and-who-is-the-father in the first 15 minutes of the film. The second to the last part where Sashko is announced as the new king of backgammon in their locale after defeating his grandfather in a tie-breaker in a series of games, is the most efficient way to deliver the message that every man goes and every man comes. What is even more miraculous in this film is despite the fact that it is driven by male characters; I have never detected, not even half a minute of any hiatus interrupting the peaceful balance between men and women. Bai Dan and Sashko are not empowering women at all. They are indeed simple humans seeking for happiness and resolution without owning the power of its ability. Women in this film are equally are not plot-wise equally important, not even story-wise, but they provide salvation. To put this on another pedestal, this woman granting salvation does not bestow it heavenly, or as a God to an immortal. Instead, she also seeks salvation and happiness in return.

The Backgammon is another interesting part of the film. Apparent reasons for its contribution to the film would be life’s metaphor to a game; life is being played with destiny. The backgammon element also coheres to the rest of plot points, like the alleged selling of illegal backgammon boards causing Sashko’s father to be blackmailed by his communist boss to report anti-communist efforts of Bai Dan, the gradual lessons of Bai Dan and Sashko which intercepts with the gradual recovery of Sashko’s memory, and of course the initiation of the grandson to becoming one of the “men” through one of Bulgaria’s more famous pastime. 


A good the story is without a good narrative is forgivable, at least for me. Moreover, a good story with an outstanding narrative can never be an excellent film without technical competencies and I know for sure I am not the only one who believes in that. “The World is Big and Salvation Lurks Around the Corner” has certainly got all those important qualifications to becoming a very good film. Emil Hristow, the cinematographer has done an exquisitely wonderful visual interpretation of the screenplay. Since there are two distinguished time frames in the story, the difference in the treatment of the past and the present are also well identified. The past scenes have a very crisp, yellow-brownish, and thawed texture and colors as if every scene happened in one lovely lazy afternoon. I commend the realization that Hristow did not alter the treatment for the past scenes even when there are really shifts of eventual distress in the course of the escape. Soft shadows from the sun are always almost constant depicting the hope the film has started operating on our minds from its very opening and attempting to cushion the already obvious trouble. The cinematography endowed a dosage of beautiful nostalgia from the past.



The treatment for the present are dominated by cold colors—garish green and promising blue. Soft to almost hard shadows of the sun are still almost constant which creates a very luscious atmosphere. The present time treatment also gave way to even colder colors like gray, and a little touch of larky grounds and Bulgarian soil. The musical score has always been very helpful to any film. In this one, the opening scene alone that has a witty-paced whimsy beat mixed with Sashko’s soliloquy about his birth gave us the a mood that is at first feels very French, or at least European, and at most a mood that foretells the wit of the narrative course. 



With the dexterous eyes of Hristow and Komandarev, few remarkable scenes from the film made me feel so conscious of the mundanity of the present moment. As I have been mentioning all throughout, the beauty of the past and present and future are seamlessly conceived in the story and narrative, and furthermore been captured on screen, especially the present scenes. There are moments when Sashko and his grandfather simply sits on benches or old chairs, lies on the grass and talk, and with the appropriate composition, colors, and pace, those simple shots just became very detoxifying and at the same time sweetly intoxicating. The ultimate scene with such power that I can declare could be the one where Sashko and Maria are sitting on a boat dock; Maria lying on Sashko’s lap, plainly talking, with the out of focused lake waters at the background. Then it reminded me of a line I’ve seen on TV—“There is surely no other reason than the single purpose of the present moment”. 


Easy is to fall in love with a charmer film, but it takes an ingenuity and a truthful passion for life and films to create a deeply moving film that is not just simply a charmer. The film is teeming with life. It is simply intoxicating to watch a movie that has such an incredible respect for life, abundant sources to feel alive, and a hopeful heart to always begin a journey. The film is not a Utopian movie which would be a sorely pathetic attempt to create a beautiful film. What this film has is the acceptance of the life’s unavoidable loneliness and detriments and the more important thing is the belief that the world is big enough for salvation to bumble around everywhere; and while everybody believes that the world has been infected by selfishness and greed, this film has found a world where love is still plethoric.