Yamagata 2013

There is something fascinating about the Yamagata International Documentary Film Festival, YIDFF. It takes place every second year (this year October 10-17), it has several sections like ”New Asian Currents”, ”Japanese Panorama”, a retrospective of Chris Marker, a series called ”Another Side of the ”Arab Spring”” with no further details so far, and a section that puts a focus on Ethics.

Take a look at the website, old-fashioned and pretty boringly designed many would say, but with a serious focus on Documentaries with facts and links, and with a reference to an archive with interviews and a text about the film library that is open the whole year round.

The information about the ”15 outstanding films selected from 1152 films from 117 countries and areas” is already there:

”The Act of Killing” (Joshua Oppenheimer et al.) is there, ”Stories We Tell” (Sarah Polley), ”The Punk Syndrome” (Jukka Kärkkäinen, J-P Passi), “Once I entered a Garden” (Avi Mograbi) to mention films that have all been written about on this blog, the latter not yet watched and reviewed as “Motherland or Death” by Vitaly Mansky (photo) and ”The Other Day” by Chilean Ignacio Agüero, a film that won the main award at Chilean Fidocs festival this summer.

There are also films from the hosting country, and from Korea, Taiwan, India and Thailand.

The Japanese festival has its own profile with no industry activities. It is all about documentaries as an art form. Respect!

http://www.yidff.jp/2013/program/13p1-e.html

The Art of the Essay Film

… is a very well programmed and introduced film series that takes place in London at the BFI (British Film Institute) Southbank. Yes, what is the essay film that we talk about and often connect to films that we don’t know where to categorize… This is the intro text written by Kieron Corless, taken from the site, link below:

“Sitting somewhere between documentary and fiction, the ‘essay film’ signals and probes, like no other form of cinema, the filmmaker’s personal relationship to the images on screen. Grappling with urgent political and philosophical issues of the day, the essay film is cinema at its most engaged and liberated… He continues: Nowadays most commentators agree that the essay film is neither documentary nor fiction but sits somewhere on its own, evincing characteristics of both through its staging of an encounter between a self, filmed images and the world. Could we label it a genre?…”

Anyway, it is a brilliant and very inviting programme that BFI has put together – with lectures at the end of August after all films have been screened. Film history it is, to offer the audience “A Propos de Nice” (Jean Vigo, 1930,), A Valparaiso (Joris Ivens, 1965), Madrid (Patricio Guzman, 2002), not to talk about the name always mentioned when essay films are screened – Chris Marker with his “Sans Soleil” (1983), Alain Resnais “Toute la Mémoire du Monde” (1966) and Humphrey Jennings masterpiece “Diary for Timothy” (1945) (photo).

What pleases me is to see John Burgan’s Berlin-film listed. I saw this film many years ago (the film is from 1998, title “Memory of Berlin”), it was impressive and wonderfully off-mainstream. We have met and corresponded

since then, and I know numerous young filmmakers, who have praised his teaching, when he was at The European Film College in Ebeltoft in Denmark. The film is “an autobiographical, made-for-German-TV essay film was much admired by none other than Chris Marker, but remains too little known despite that. Using the fall of the Berlin Wall in 1989 as his point of departure, Burgan recalls his life as an adopted child, linking his poignant awareness of his own split identity and his search for his biological mother to the historical trauma of the city’s divided state.”

A film that I have never heard about is “La Morte Rouge” from 2006, 35 mins., description like this: Víctor Erice’s elegic short essay takes as its starting point his first trip to the cinema as a young boy in post-Civil War Spain, but spins off to explore the theatre, now disappeared, in which he saw the film, childhood horrors, and the suffering of a people traumatised by the war’s losses. Erice skilfully weaves diverse elements – archive, newly shot footage, Arvo Pärt’s music – into an allusive meditation on history, memory and time’s corrosive impact.

Where can I get hold of this – not being able to come to London?

https://whatson.bfi.org.uk/Online/essay-films

DocAlliance: Laila Pakalnina

Readers might think that I am paid to promote the vod that is run by DocAlliance – I am not, the simple reason it has so many posts on this blog is very simple: It has high quality and is edited with competence and sense for both new upcoming directors and veterans that can give you the possibility to catch up your documentary film history.

So here we go again with Latvian director Laila Pakalnina: 20 films are offered for free until July 28. It is an amazing offer to film students, film directors who look for inspiration and film buffs – to set up your own retrospective with a director, who started her carreer with documentary shorts shot on 35mm, for cinema, most often without dialog: The Ferry (1994), The Mail (1995), The Oak (1997) – going to the playful ”Papa Gena” (2001) and the fantastic nature and man masterpiece ”Dreamland”, not to forget a long documentary from her hand from 2011, ”33 Animals of Santa Claus”. 7 fiction films are on the list for you.

I have just watched two new films by Pakalnina, not in the list, ”Marathon” (photo of director who films with a camera fastened on her head) and ”Chimney”, both of them on their way to festivals around the world, showing that she is still surprising her audience with new precise, atmosphere-filled documentaries.

http://dafilms.com/news/2013/7/15/laila_pakalnina

Errol Morris on The Act of Killing

New York Times brings a long article about “The Act of Killing”. Errol Morris, credited, as Werner Herzog, as executive producer, has these words about the film, when asked if it is a documentary:

““Of course it’s a documentary,” he said. “Documentary is not about form, a set of rules that are either followed or not, it’s an investigation into the nature of the real world, into what people thought and why they thought what they thought.”

But Mr. Oppenheimer (Joshua O. directed the film) offered a more nuanced view. He distinguishes between the observational style of the film’s first half and what comes after it pivots to the re-enactments.

“I think it almost stops being a documentary altogether,” he said. “It becomes a kind of hallucinatory aria, a kind of fever dream.” At that point, he added, the film “transcends documentary” and becomes a strange hybrid creation.

But no matter what you call it, Mr. Morris said “The Act of Killing” was a work of art. Prefacing his remarks by saying, “I think I can speak independently of my role as executive producer, because I have no financial interest in this film,” he continued: “The most you can ask from art, really good art, maybe great art, is that it makes you think, it makes you ask questions, makes you wonder about how we know things, how we experience history and know who we are. And there are so many amazing moments like that here.” “

http://www.nytimes.com/2013/07/14/movies/the-act-of-killing-and-indonesian-death-squads.html?pagewanted=all&_r=0

Rainova & Stoyanov: The Last Black Sea Pirates

It was the Bulgarian documentary, produced by the active, renowned with several award winning documentaries on its filmography, Agitprop, that took the main prize in Jerevan’s Golde Apricot festival, documentary competition.

I have not yet seen the final film but have followed the development of the great script by Vanya Rainova as well as material that was promising. This prize confirms the quality. Here is the description from the catalogue of the festival:

“For 20 years, Captain Jack the Whale and his crew have been drinking, dreaming and hunting for a treasure buried in the gully of Karadere, the pristine beach they call home.  But someone else has got wind of Karadere’s treasures. When news of imminent change begins to find its way to this remote oasis, the pirates’ world begins to unravel. Doubts erode the foundations of trust, conflicts brew and tensions are on the rise. In this crisis, emerges a contemporary fairy tale about the treasures we hunt and those that we find.”

On the producer’s site it is written that the film is already selected for 10 festivals, this is the third award it has received.

http://www.gaiff.am/

https://www.facebook.com/TheLastBlackSeaPirates

http://www.agitprop.bg/#/info/home

Golden Apricot

You arrive in Yerevan, Armenia early morning. The taxi is taking you to the hotel, you enter the lobby and the music that meets you sounds familiar. Yes, Charles Aznavour sings La Boheme, wonderful, and a reminder of the singer and film actor’s Armenian origin. I am told that Aznavour was there the day before my arrival to open the festival, of which he is an honorary president, and I dare say that the Armenians are proud of him. Outside the Moscow Cinema (yes, Armenia was part of the Soviet Union) you find the Charles Aznavour Square, in the impressive Ararat brandy factory, there is a Charles Aznavour Alley of barrels etc. etc., and at this tenth edition of the festival the opening film was ”Tirez sur le Pianiste” (1960) by Truffaut, featuring Aznavour in the leading role.

The festival offers a huge programme. Feature films are in focus, competitions, retrospectives, Armenian panorama – but also a documentary competition section with films like the Georgian ”The Machine Which Makes Everything Disappear” by Tinatin Gurchiani, ”Leviathan” by Véréna Paravel and Lucien Castaing-Taylor, Lithuanian Linas Mikuta’s ”Dzukija’s Bull” and Bulgarian ”The Last Black Sea Pirates” by Svetoslav Stoyanov.

I was there for two workshops, the ATCP (Armenian Turkish Cultural Programme) that included 10 short fiction and documentary projects to be discussed and pitched – two of them received awards for further development and production. The winners were the Armenian documentary project ”Our Atlantis” by Arthur Sukiasyan, who got 10.000$ to develop his film about a (now abandoned) camp for Armenians in Istanbul, and the short fiction ”The Woman in the Window” by Turkish director Doğan Baran Kurtoğlu and the producer Cenk Ozer. The latter, 8 mins. long, including animation scenes, is ready for shooting.

For Caucadoc, a great training and promotion initiative organised by Czech People in Need (that also arranges the One World Festival in Prague), Sakdoc from Georgia and Internews, I had the pleasure to have individual consultations with 6 Armenian documentarians, a fine mix of talent and experience plus to do a lecture entitled ”Documentary, the art form of the 21st Century?”

The festival takes good care of its guests offering a huge hospitality (excursion) programme and an endless list of dinners and receptions. Personally I profited from the generosity of the filmmakers at Bars Media Studio, who I have known for several years through their presence in European documentary workshops. The studio has produced – let me mention just two titles – ”The Last Tightrope Dancer in Armenia” (Inna Sahakyan and Arman Yeritsyan) and ”A Story of People in War and Peace” (Vardan Hovhannisyan). They gave me food and culture.

http://www.gaiff.am/

http://caucadoc.com/en/

http://www.barsmedia.am/team.html

Per Kirkeby: Ekspeditionen

Jeg fortsætter mine gensyn med Per Kirkebys film, som så lykkeligt er dukket op på Filmstriben. Nu altså Ekspeditionen (1988), som vist nok aldrig har været i distribution, men som jeg sært kender alligevel. Noget af materialet er optaget, da Kirkeby og Teit Jørgensen lavede Geologi – er det egentlig videnskab? (1980)

”Det er om Eigil og mig og Pearyland”, siger stemmen, om det handler den varde, som blev rejst af dem i landskabet der. Forstår jeg, da jeg ser den senere. Det var sommeren 1963 han var med på Eigils ekspedition, og det fortæller fortællestemmen sådan lige ud ad vejen, og stemmen er Per Kirkeby, det kan jeg jo høre, og Eigil er Eigil Knuth, det ved jeg. Billederne er fotografier, stills, som det siges i filmsproget, og de er sært slørede og gamle, det er arkivstof, ja, men helt umanipuleret, upoleret og ikke på nogen måde strammet op. Så fortæller fortællestemmen, altså Kirkeby, at han nu, han er i gang med den her film, må han erklære, at han har mistet lysten til det filmiske, at han vil fortælle om denne personligt skelsættende begivenhed, ekspeditionen i sit liv, som i hans sind vokser som drøm og forestilling og gennemtænkning til hele mytologien om ekspeditionerne i dette grønlandske landskab, hvor døden får sin ikke fortrængte plads, så livet bliver til fylde, det vil han fortælle om i en lysbilledserie. Og jeg forstår, at Teit Jørgensen er sat til at filme lysbillederne, mens Kirkeby viser dem med sit lysbilledapparat på lærredet og ind imellem med sin finger peger på en bestemt linje i det viste landskab, noget, han vil pointeret, som han derefter i sit store værk, akvarellerne og malerierne atter og atter har pointeret.

Og så med ét forsvinder stemmen, og der bliver stille, ikke klodset stille som et lydhul, nej hensynsfuldt stille som ønsket: se nu på de her billeder! Og jeg ser og ser og tror, jeg forstår det ufortællelige og bliver rørt over, at han ved, jeg også har det i mig, indtænker alt det, han ved, jeg ved, alt det, jeg har set og læst. Og netop som det er klart for mig, hvad det er, får jeg belønningen, Hans Andersen (ved jeg senere fra et tekstskilt) spiller tuba, det er filmmusik. Af Henning Christiansen, kan jeg gå ud fra som selvfølge.

Det kan godt være, at det er en forudsætning for, at jeg opfatter den intense skønhed i Kirkebys film (ikke kun den, mange af dem, måske dem alle), at jeg ved lidt om baggrunden for eksempel billedsidens radikalitet. Manden er jo maler og han mener noget med billederne, de er ikke tilfældige eller sjuskede, som jeg først kunne mene, så de kan selvfølgelig ikke uden videre afvises. Men det er for mig nødvendigt at studere deres forudsætninger, som er en helt anden æstetik end den, jeg er vænnet til og til dels skolet i. Det har hjulpet mig meget at læse, hvad han skriver om det. Som nu her om Teit Jørgensens fotografi (i det hele taget), som han beundrer: Tilbage i december 1976 skriver Per Kirkeby om kvaliteten af de mere nøgterne kompositioner, der afspejler en accept af ”procesessens almindelighed”:

”… Forstår fotografen dette, bliver hans billeder hverken platte eller demonstrativt tilbydende (…). Billederne får den klare redegørelse for udstrækninger og rum, figurer og størrelser, den rolige klarhed som bliver erindringens og stedernes magi. (…) Meget få fotografer når denne indsigt i simpelheden, de fleste frygter den faktisk og står på hovedet. (…) Men ud af den fotografiske dokumentation, denne simpelhed, vokser stemninger uden ord. Tænk det lader sig se. Teit Jørgensen er en dansk fotograf der har disse kvaliteter. Hans billeder er ikke demonstrative, men de viser at dette lader sig se. Hans billeder har denne rolige udstråling”

Danmark 1988, 31 min. Manuskript: Per Kirkeby, fotografi: Teit Jørgensen, klip: Grete Møldrup, musik: Henning Christiansen, fortællerstemme: Per Kirkeby, produktion: Vibeke Windeløv / Kraka Film, distribution: Filmstriben. Litt.: Per Kirkeby: Ekspeditionerne i Fisters klumme, 1995. Per Kirkeby citatet er fra teksten Fotografen i Victor B. Andersen’s Maskinfabrik, december 1976, side 86. Her citeret via en hjemmeside (uden årstal) om Teit Jørgensens separatudstilling ”Snapshots & Stills” i Galleri Tom Christoffersen.

Golden Apricot/ Ulrich Seidl

The festival presented the Paradise-trilogy of Ulrich Seidl: Love, Hope and Faith. And the fine Golden Apricot Daily brought an interview with the director (online, see link below), from where I have taken the following:

Seidl told the Daily that his first idea was to make one film about the desires of three different women and show them in parallel stories. But he ended up with 90 hours of material, which could have been made into a 6 hour long film… ”but because the three stories felt so intense, I thought that making three films was the only right solution”.

”My films are documentary-like in style and atmosphere, with actors performing as authentic as possible. Yet, my images can be very artificial. Think about the scene in Love where the rich sugar mamas are in their beach chairs, while a rope separates them from the Kenyan beach boys on the other side. The idea of that image was totally mine…”

You ask a lot from your actors, the interviewer asks Seidl, you direct a lot of attention towards their bodies. Was it hard to cast them?

”Definitely. While casting the Teresa-part (the sugar mama in Love) I knew I wanted a professional actress. She had to be overweight and able to improvise in front of the camera. Finding an actress who’s able to improvise in front of the camera is difficult enough: You’re stuck with only twenty percent of the German-speaking actresses who can do that. Moreover she needed to perform in intimate scenes, exposing her body. Realising this actress has children, a husband, family; it was difficult to find the right one. After the casting I travelled with three actresses to Kenya to discover how they would respond to the shooting location. Only then I could know how they would feel wearing a bikini in the heat and how they would interact with the beach boys”.

Photo: Danish distributor: Øst for Paradis

http://www.gaiff.am/

Golden Apricot/ Pelesjian

So there he was in Moscow Cinema Big Hall on a thursday evening, and it was totally packed. Artavazd Pelesjian, the Armenian director of all times. I was about to write documentary director, but has been told that he does not accept this categorisation… even if I can not imagine a better observer than Pelesjian – and his cameraman of the two last films he made in Armenia: ”Verj” (The End, 1994) and ”Kyank” (The Life, 1993). The name of the cameraman is Vahagn Ter-Hakobyan. What a documentary eye, and what an editor, superb Pelesjian himself.

The master himself was there to receive several prizes for his work. One after the other, film people and a minister of culture climbed the stage to express their (boring) hommage to the 75 year old director, who brought some humour into the ceremony.

The two films above were shown plus ”Tarva Yeghanakner” (Seasons, 1975) and ”Inhabitants” (1970). In total 55 minutes.

I have (some of) the films at home on vhs and dvd, but nothing compares to watching them on a big screen as in Yerevan. Let me highlight this time ”The End” that is shot in a train, 10 mins. long, observations of travellers who look out the window, sleeping or falling asleep, are close to each other and yet so separated, profiles, heads from behind or en face, with the sound of a train as the music of the film, edited in a rythm that seems so right, when you sit and wait for the moment where you see the train from the camera-out-of-the-window perspective, and then you go back inside again. And of course it is not ”just” a film about passengers in a train, you could say – as with Herz Frank’s ”Ten Minutes Older” – that ”this is the story of our lives”.

And yes, I find it difficult, if not impossible to properly verbalise the emotional experience you get, when meeting the works of Pelesjian. ”Seasons” again, a film I often show to emphasize the endless beauty in the human being’s constant fight for survival, here set in the mountains of Armenia, where shepherds gently take care of the sheep in all kind of weather situations, intercut with a wedding ceremony in the small village. Unforgettable sequences.

Several standing ovations to Artavazd Pelesjian in Yerevan that night.

Important PS – the film ”Il Silenzio di Pelesjian” by Pietro Marcello was also shown at Golden Apricot, you should definitely add this non-conventional, personal and also introductory documentary to your Pelesjian retrospective, whenever or whereever you get it.

http://www.gaiff.am/

Golden Apricot/Parajanov

Sergey Parajanov (1924-1990) experienced that a museum was being built in his honour. ”I must be the only one who is alive when a museum is set up”, he is said to have joked.

The museum is there, in Yerevan, you enter a courtyard, from where you go to a two-floor house full of the artist’s wonderful collages, where he is using all kind of available material, which he actually had to as he spent 10 years of his life in Soviet prisons. (He critised the regime and ”they” did not like his homosexuality! Scrubbers and brooms, he was regularly given the cleaning job in these locations, are among others requisites often seen.

There is no end to the stories that Parajanov gives the visitor with his collages and assemblages (his leather suitcases transformed into the sculpture of an elephant!, dolls, drawings, (ladies) hats – all very unsentimental as are the photos (with funny comments) of his family. Joyful. Playful.

There are reconstructions of a couple of rooms from his home in Tbilisi Georgia, with walls full of art works, colourful they are as his work as a filmmaker – at the museum there are clips from his films and costumes and drafts for scenography.

I bought three of his films, hopefully good quality, to substitute the old vhs copies in poor condition. First in line: The Colour of Pomegranates (1968) (Photo).

www.parajanovmuseum.am