“Fantasy World and Disney Girls”: SPRINGBREAKERS (2012)

Eyeskreen reviews SPRINGBREAKERS, Harmony Korine’s  controversial 2012 film.

It took me a while to get around to watch Springbreakers as I was under the impression it was created for what can be best described as the Beiber generation. Bikini-clad Disney starlets Gomez and Hudgens flaunting themselves on the promotional pictures could have been what misled me. But, being, after all, a Harmony Korine film, I had to get around to it sometime. And I’m so glad I have. Springbreakers follows Faith (Selena Gomez), Candy (Vanessa Hudgens), Brit (Ashley Benson) and Cotty’s (Rachel Korine) attempt to freely “enjoy to the fullest” their youth through the teen-party scene, while escaping from the boredom of school life. The story is pretty straightforward, and the characters, especially those played by Benson and Hudgens are rather bland and one-dimensional.

And that’s why they’re perfect. Had the characters been played by other actors, (real character actors vs Disney faces & the director’s wife) they would have been given more depth and undoubtedly, been rendered much more charismatic. But the satire wouldn’t have worked. That’s how Springbreakers works best – as a parody on the futility of the MTV club scene to which so many feel the need to belong to, in order to be a part of something bigger.  The search for the meaning of life through the deafening vacuum of sound, coke and sexual degradation.

This film tears the adrenaline junkie’s modern-day American Dream to pieces without prior warning. It practically spells out the point that the much sought after glamour of a hedonistic lifestyle falls short of glamorous. So despite the promise of skin, violence and music, at it’s core the film really is as conservative as it could get. Maybe a bit too much, in fact. The problem is that, ironically, the promotional material was targeted at the same sector of society the film so vehemently criticizes.

Character wise, the film goes everywhere. Like Neighbors (2014), and even Natural Born Killers, (1994), the adrenaline-fuel moments are fast-paced (perhaps too much) and the lighting and color-toning leaves much to be desired. On the other hand, some other moments (eg. A slow-mo-montage involving a Britney Spears song) are beautifully executed. But all in all, the film many times feels unsure of where it wants to go.

But it doesn’t really matter – the message comes through crystal clear; The fast life is attractive, but it is wrong. Materialism may pull at us with a stronger will than old fashioned family values. Just like when Tom and Jerry’s conscience used to manifest in the forms of little angels and demons perched on their ears, Faith decides to leave Spring Break to head back home to her Catholic family. She leaves her friends with the words, “I wanna go home now. Spring break’s over. I know you both wanna stay.’ The scene perfectly echoed Michael Corleone’s plight in Godfather Part III, when he says, “ Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in.” Most of the time, we know what the right thing to do would be. The other options are just too damn attractive.

The film comments on the desensitization of immorality – which is a pretty tough topic to tackle for anyone as morality is a highly subjective issue. Like any other lifestyle, the gangster lifestyle these kids get embroiled in takes getting used to. Faith leaves as soon as she smells trouble. Kind of like when we ran away from what would have been our first fight. Cotty managed to leave too, albeit later on and with a bullet hole in her arm.  Sometimes it takes actual pain to bring us to our senses. The other two decide to stay and turn gangster. Complete desensitized.

Watching the performances was more than satisfying. I was reminded of when I watched The Heart is Deceitful Above All Things (2004), a wonderfully ugly film starring two other equally campy (and notoriously bland) Disney faces, the Sprouse brothers (or as they’re better known, Zack and Cody).

The best performance comes from Gomez. Watching her in this film, it was impossible not to be reminded of Anette Funicello. Like Gomez, she was a Disney star renowned for her wholesome image, who’s work was solely aimed at children and teenagers. She went on to be the main face (and bikini body) of the world famous Beach Party film series produced by AIP mainly from 1963 to 1965-66. Fun, sexy and controversial for their time, nowadays they’re considered pure camp (pun intended).

Gomez’s shell-shocked gaze once she opens her eyes to the reality of her ‘dream’ is sincere. Equally discomforting was Candy and Brit’s refusal to go home, even when it’s clear as day that things were going differently as planned. They are pained, confused and clearly can’t find a reason why they should stay. But they’re pulled in.

Maybe other films handled the same topic a little bit better. Project X (2012) comes to mind. While it revelled in the eye-candy that comes with a party in pornographic age we find ourselves in, it’s focus remained realism. Spring Breakers has the most unconvincing ending imaginable. But I won’t give too much away. Let’s just say, it’s definitely marketed towards the wrong audience.

Forget Selena and Hudgens. It’s a Harmony Korine film all the way.

Patrick Vella's BREEDER (2014): The EYESKREEN Review

Mikiel Camilleri Haber reviews Patrick Vella’s Breeder (2014), Malta’s very first gore-slasher-horror movie about the man and the worms he lives – and kills for.

Hailed as the first entirely Maltese gore horror movie, Breeder (2014)  takes its main plot line from Patrick Vella’s previous short film, The Breeder (2013), a project which has been internationally recognized in quite a number of horror film festivals, garnering several awards in the process. In the 2013 short, the title character, played by Vella who also wrote and directed the film, makes his living breeding worms inside unwitting human victims. 10551471_1496817770554564_8991261083138371717_o Patrick Vella returns with his dastardly character, this time in glorious 4K. This being Vella’s first full-feature project, it may very well be his most ambitious. The fact that it wasn’t over-hyped by the producers, and that not much information look-and-plot-wise was divulged prior to its release helped whet our appetites. It can be said that the short film by itself served as an effective pr machine.

Having been lucky enough to be one of the first few to watch the short The Breeder while it was making its’ initial visits around the globe, I can truthfully say it was an uncomfortable ten minutes. Being no stranger to gore movies myself (three that come to mind are Fred Vogel’s August’s Underground Mordum (2003), Deodato’s Cannibal Holocaust (1980) and Pascal Laugier’s Martyrs (2008), all of which are films I managed to watch and have a great nights sleep straight afterwards), I naively half-thought the short The Breeder, a home-grown, no-budget thing, wouldn’t impress me in the least. Which I admit I was wrong about.

Still from Martyrs (2008)

The Breeder (2013) managed to disturb me enough to put me off the genre for a while, something only one or two films had managed to do before. The reason for this was instantly clear to me – the film’s big twist was so unexpected it instantly heightened the ‘wow’ factor of the whole affair, thus rendering it much harder to stomach.

Screen-grab from The Breeder (2013), © Patrick Vella

Learning later on that a full-length feature was in the making, I was instantly intrigued. The reason has nothing to do with how much I enjoy the genre. I also never expected to get the same satisfaction from the full length that I got from the short. As far as I was concerned, the best thing about the short was the final revelation, something that, this time around, was going to serve as the basis for the feature length. Now that the story’s big ‘why’ had been long since revealed, what was direly needed was character development, something that the short never touched upon. So me and my good friend and Eyeskreen creator Josef Florian got two middle-of-the-theater tickets, Cola and popcorn, and prepared ourselves to be entertained.

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Breeder has a number of strengths. In this review, we thought we’d focus on the technical strengths and weaknesses rather than on those related to the validity (or otherwise) of the story. Regarding story, we’ll only say that it’s pretty straightforward (as most story lines within gore films tend to be) and while the film goes into much more depth as far as the breeder’s case is concerned, the protagonist’s back-story remains somewhat lacking. It would have been nice to learn something more about the breeder’s origins. How did he become the way he is? What is the exact nature of his relationship with the young girl? Who was his first victim? These are all questions that could have easily been answered. Perhaps these could be subjects for a prequel/sequel?

Patrick Vella once again plays the breeder, a forty year old man who breeds worms inside his human victims which he goes on to sell to a pet-shop. So it could be said that Breeder is about one man’s (inhumanly perverse) attempt at making a living on his own terms. Something he goes to great lengths to do. To clarify – the breeder has his own dungeon and invests in a multitude of tools that come in handy at one point or another during his operations. In all he is –  the way he carries himself, his soft speaking voice, his obsession with classical music, his leather mask (a very obvious nod to Ed Gein and 70s shlock cinema in itself) and his butcher’s apron-jeans combo, the breeder is fascinating.

Still from Breeder's official Facebook page. © Patrick Vella, Breeder 2014

Still from Breeder’s official Facebook page. © Patrick Vella, Breeder 2014

While the film attempts to suggest that the breeder only does what he does simply for monetary gain, we are definitely not convinced. He is too passionate about his work to be doing it simply for the money and not for the kick. The feeling that comes across is that with this film, Vella isn’t going for another Saw II or Cube, with their multi-layerd complex plots and never fully-comprehensible worlds. If that was the case, we would have to say that he failed.

Rather, Breeder is much more reminiscent of 1980s splatter films we have all grown to love. These tended to have straightforward plots (many times involving a character driven by the thirst for revenge) and which offer a fairly satisfying twist at the end. Think The Last House on The Left (1972), the Ginī Piggu Japanese series from the 1980s or the original I Spit on Your Grave (1978). Devil’s Experiment: First in the Guinea Pig Japanese Slash-Gore-Horror Series What do these films have that makes them so fascinating to watch, even after all these years?  70s and 80s gore-horror filmmakers’ motives were clear – they created mindless schlock – masterfully presented, sure to entertain. Rather than tackle contemporary world problems or comment on issues requiring intellectual investment, they reveled in broken bodies, severed limbs, despicable villains and heroes (many times in the forms of the attractive damsels in distress). And perhaps that’s why they stood the test of time.

While films like Bloodsucking Freaks (The Incredible Torture Show) (1976) – are world-renowned for their pervasive takes on body-hate (they are in fact called torture-porn for this reason), they ultimately manage to leave us entertained more than a post-Reign Over Me (2007) Sandler film does. Because mindless pop-corn movies (call me sick, but I do consider these films pop-corn), are easy to watch, enjoy, and forget once back in the real world.

“Don’t you ruin my dinner!” Still from Bloodsucking Freaks (1976)

For most of its’ running time, Breeder entertains in a similar way. It’s pure cinematic entertainment which doesn’t take itself too seriously while mastering many of the basic but required storytelling tools to keep the audience interested. Where does it lack? Screenplay-wise, Breeder could have done with more attention to detail. While we’ve just acknowledged that the film’s goal is to entertain the audience rather than make it think, and that it succeeds in that aspect, ‘mistakes’ or inconsistencies in a gore-horror screenplay are as much a problem as they would be in a Christopher Nolan film. For example – in one scene, Roderick Castillo’s character has been incapacitated by the breeder. For a while he endures excruciating pain and finds movement very difficult. A few seconds later he is seen effortlessly scaling the terrain and managing to run for his life. Wasn’t he on the verge of death just a few moments ago?

Still from Breeder's official Facebook page. © Patrick Vella, Breeder 2014

Still from Breeder’s official Facebook page. © Patrick Vella, Breeder 2014

While it could be counter-argued that this type of film shouldn’t be nitpicked for consistencies (which I agree with), certain moments like the one mentioned here defied all logic. Then again, the Kill Bill films (2003, 2004) are full of these blatant ‘continuity goofs’, and those were great films. To which my answer would be – Kill Bill was an obvious pastiche / tribute / parody of 1970s kung-fu movies. With Breeder, one can only assume that the goal is to create a gore-horror movie in the style of a 1970s B-Movie, just because that’s what the final film feels like.

The editing could have definitely been tighter. It is moody – sometimes inspired, sometimes not. Certain sequences were needlessly prolonged due to the slow pacing of the editing to such an extent that the scene be rendered ineffective. An example of this would be a certain torture scene where we rapidly see the same action happening from different angles. This blatant breaking of the 180 degree rule, in this case, proved that some rules shouldn’t be broken without good reason. One particular scene of which sense could not be made was where the breeder murders a victim slowly and painfully in a dark, indoor location (we’re being very careful not to spoil here so we won’t be describing the action that goes on in this scene – just think Hitchcock). During this sequence, which is shot in-doors, we are treated to a solitary sunlit establishing shot showing the Courts of Justice in Valletta. Then we’re taken back to the previous scene.

Still from Breeder's official Facebook page. © Patrick Vella, Breeder 2014

Still from Breeder’s official Facebook page. © Patrick Vella, Breeder 2014

Breeder’s cinematography proves to be quite immersive, having well thought lighting and angles in most parts. In fact as far as looks and visual character go, the film does quite an impressive job. The locations were also very intelligently and effectively scouted. Sporting a balanced variation of indoor and outdoor locations, each location is expertly dressed, and pleasant to watch. Breeder avoids the usual cliche other Maltese films fall victim to where audiences end up recognizing each location used, so in this aspect, Vella once again surpasses expectations.

Still from Breeder's official Facebook page. © Patrick Vella, Breeder 2014

Still from Breeder’s official Facebook page. © Patrick Vella, Breeder 2014

Along with cinematography and set design, Breeder’s other major strength is the make-up and special effects department. Here it is very clear that Patrick’s team was playing on home ground. Tiziano Martella, Ruth Farrugia, Andrew Vella and Norbert Friggieri did a more than fine job with the visual effects, makeup and prosthetics. The same cannot be said for the very few CGI moments, especially the one in a certain junkyard. A particular shot in the film (pun intended) ended up being comical due to the amateurish CGI effects. Having said this, if we are to look at the film as a B-movie, then it actually works.

Light is also very intelligently and effectively used. A particular scene which stands out as particularly effective was when the breeder visits the pet-shop. He stands in the doorway, looks inside and interacts with the pet-shop owner. While the natural lighting in this scene drastically heightened its’ realism, natural back-light created an imposing silhouette of the breeder’s person, effectively obscuring his identity from the audience.

While the music chosen is interesting and generally helps move the story forward, unfortunately, it occasionally overwhelms the on-screen action. Audio leveling problems and mis-matching of low quality Foley sounds also occur every now and then throughout the film. While it can be assumed that most sounds couldn’t be recorded on location due to the immense sound pollution our island offers us, (thus forcing the sounds to be re-created in a sound-booth or other quiet location), many times sound effects used felt completely alien to the on-screen actions that supposedly created them. If three characters treading on a gravelly road omit a particular sound, once they enter an indoor location, the sound type and even pacing would be expected to change as necessary.

Generally speaking, one could honestly state that Breeder boasts a number of heartfelt performances by most actors involved. However, some characters had more depth to them than others. While all of the actors involved usually give authentic performances, every now and again they were caught struggling with weak lines, thus rendering their final performance lifeless or unintentionally funny.

Sandra: Still from Breeder's official Facebook page. © Patrick Vella, Breeder 2014

Sandra: Still from Breeder’s official Facebook page. © Patrick Vella, Breeder 2014

Jennifer: Still from Breeder's official trailer © Patrick Vella, Breeder 2014

Jennifer: Still from Breeder’s official trailer © Patrick Vella, Breeder 2014

The relationship between Sandra (Rebecca Paris), a no-nonsense, foul-mouthed private investigator, and her secretary Jennifer (Naomi Said) felt off. It is difficult for the audience to feel any of the intended chemistry between the two of them. Jennifer comes across as quite a bland, one-dimensional character. As does Alexandra Andrea’s character who we could never sincerely sympathize with.  From her opening lines, “Għinuni please,” which she speaks with the tiniest hint of emotion, the chemistry between the three characters was nonexistent, ironically (in a gore-horror film) rendering this otherwise light scene one of the most difficult to sit through.

The best-written and most fleshed-out character of the three had to be Sandra. It is clear to us as an audience that Rebecca Paris was having a ball with this character and that she could understand where the character was coming from.

Said as Jennifer, on the other hand, kept on appearing embarrassingly lost whenever she had to utter a mandatory Ingliżata in each one of her sentences. This might be attributed to the fact that Jennifer’s character, while being diligent in her work (if not overzealous), is a thoroughly dull character who feels like she’s trying hard to be stereo-typically tal-pepe’ without actually being tal-pepe’. Real tal-pepe’ people are instantly recognizable by their accent, which Jennifer simply doesn’t possess. Thus her character is rendered uneven, silly and somewhat fake. Which is a shame, because after watching Naomi in other (theatrical) projects, one would have expected an actress of her caliber to be given a character with more substance which she could sculpt into the desired heroine the evil breeder would be worthy of.

Jennifer: Still from Breeder's official facebook page © Patrick Vella, Breeder 2014

Jennifer: Still from Breeder’s official facebook page © Patrick Vella, Breeder 2014

Conversely, most performances are adequately intense and heart-felt. It is clear that all the actors involved took their roles seriously and do their best to immerse themselves in their respective characters. We are especially thinking of John Peel, (who today can be considered a television veteran), Joe Pace in his hilarious though subdued take on Freddie, a frustrated pet-shop owner with whom the breeder does his business, and Roderick Castillo, who is very capable of losing himself in his character’s fear.

Yet the most memorable performance comes from Kyle Sammut who embodies the perfect blend of comedy, fool-hardiness and naivety in the testosterone-driven Antonio, another of the Breeder’s unwitting victims. One doesn’t easily get over his proposal to his girlfriend to “Nieħdu waħda? La Baqría!”  in the most inappropriate of circumstances ever.

The final twist is enjoyable, but needlessly over explained in the film’s final minutes. The film’s final part is inundated with unnecessary flashbacks and visual explanations which come over as the creators’ attempt to needlessly complicate the relatively straightforward story. And while the ‘prologue’ section at the end is extremely long and could do with a two-minute trim, the attractive chiaro-scuro lighting and the accompanying soundtrack make it worthwhile, just as the film’s brave character and beautiful look in general are a big part of why I plan to re-visit the Eden Cinemas in the coming weeks.

With all its flaws, for the most part, Breeder (2014) stands out as an effectively simple and entertaining B-gore slasher film. This doesn’t owe itself to any large budget, an A-list star-studded cast list, or any excessive local media fanfare. Instead, it’s the result of the love that was invested in it by an impassioned team who was quite grounded, and Vella being the consummate entertainer he is.

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Still from Breeder’s official trailer © Patrick Vella, Breeder 2014

10 Films Featuring drug addiction – Part I

Mikiel Camilleri Haber looks at a form of addiction tackled in a large number of popular films – drug addiction.

Sifting through some of IMDB’s top lists, one cannot deny that a large number of American and European Cinema’s popular products revolve around the subject of addiction in its many ways and forms.Most of them serve to show that addiction as a topic in itself, is as valid a topic to make a movie about as any other. This post will be looking at drug addiction, while other posts in the future will be tackling other forms of addiction.

A large number of films tend to present drugs so appealingly, one can’t help but wonder if sobriety really is the way to go. This is why today, Eyeskreen decides to go through a few key films concerning substance abuse and question whether each one ends up condemning or rather glorifying the addiction in question. It should be noted that our list will be purposely limited to popular or mainstream films.


1) Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
[Directed by Terry Gilliam. Starring Johnny Depp & Benicio Del Toro, 1998]
[IMDB description – An oddball journalist and his psychopathic lawyer travel to Las Vegas for a series of psychedelic escapades.]Drug Depiction: Hunter S. Thompson’s psychedelic classic is brought to the big screen. The story follows Raoul Duke travelling across (the very wild) Western America with his lawyer who is simply referred to as Dr.Gonzo. How do they do they survive? Thanks to the substantial quantity of drugs and alcohol they have stashed in their convertible.
A bizarre trip (of a road-trip movie) – and, if you’re open for that sort of thing, could lead to your becoming interested in psychedelic recreational drugs.
Verdict: Definitely glorifies drug addiction – While being extremely surreal and, if more often than not, migraine inducing, the drug depiction is extremely descriptive and alluring.

2) Requiem for a Dream
[Directed by Darren Aronofsky. Starring Jennifer Connelly, Jared Leto, Ellen Burstyn, 2000]
[IMDB description: The drug-induced utopias of four Coney Island people are shattered when their addictions become stronger]Drug Depiction: Drug addiction and it’s aftermath is presented as despairingly dark and ugly.While the film is highly stylized and is considered a cult classic, it remains one of the most disturbing and uncomfortable films you’re ever bound to see, period. The audience mostly takes a third seat and watches the protagonists’ lonely descent into painful humiliation.
Verdict: Condemns drug addiction.


3) Trainspotting

[Directed by Danny Boyle. Starring Ewan McGregor, Ewen Bremner, Jonny Lee Miller, Kevin McKidd, Robert Carlyle, 1996]
[IMDB Description: Renton, deeply immersed in the Edinburgh drug scene, tries to clean up and get out, despite the allure of the drugs and influence of friends.]

Drug Depiction: The film is about Renton’s (played by Ewan McGregor) attempt to give up a long-standing drug habit, and how difficult it is for him to do so successfully while keeping in check his relationship with his friends, who are also users. Peer includes Tommy, an athlete who even though has been clean all his life, is dying for a taste; the guileless Spud, and the unpredictable, ultra-violent Begbie.

Verdict: Paints the drug life as the ultimate crapper – humorously sprinkled with a healthy dose of crappy bed sheets, Brian Eno’s Deep Blue Day, and underage schoolgirl sex.


4) Knocked Up

[Directed by Judd Apatow. Starring Seth Rogen, Katherine Heigl, 2007]

[IMDB Description: For fun loving party animal Ben Stone, the last thing he ever expected was for his one night stand to show up on his doorstep eight weeks later to tell him she’s pregnant.]

 

Drug Depiction: Knocked up is frankly about how Ben, (played by the real-life Ben, or as he is otherwise known, Seth Rogen) a fun-loving, well-intentioned, pot smoking Jewish Mr.Skin aficionado, gets Alison Scott pregnant. Alison happens to be an impossible match for Ben – she’s attractive, glamorous, together and an E! Television producer. But what the hey, this is Hollywood.
The film doubles as both an odd-couple movie, a rom-com of sorts (think a modern-day Nine Months (1995)), and yet another another stoner film. Cos every generation needs one of those! – Check out Dazed and Confused (1993), Cheech and Chong’s Up in Smoke (1978), Pineapple Express (2008), The Big Lebowski, (1998), Half Baked, (1998), Dude Where’s My Car (2000) to name a few!

Verdict: Definitely glorifies the soft-drug use & lifestyle. Seth Rogen is the sh**t!


5) The Wolf of Wall Street

[Directed by Martin Scorsese. Starring Leonardo DiCaprio, Jonah Hill, 2013]
[IMDB Description: Based on the true story of Jordan Belfort, from his rise to a wealthy stock-broker living the high life to his fall involving crime, corruption and the federal government.]

 

Drug Depiction: A rags-to-riches gangster story full of swearwords, heavier on the sex than the violence, this film tells the true life story of Jordan Belfort, a penny stockbroker in the early 1990s known for his less-than-conservative lifestyle in Wall Street’s heyday.
An epic film (3 hours long) which, in our humble opinion, could have perhaps benefited from a tighter cut, TWOWS is a modern-day crime film, which ultimately is more about sex addiction than that related to illegal substances. And the year’s Oscar winner’s chest pounding scene was just… surreal.

Verdict: Definitely glorifies drug use & lifestyle – a life with Quaaludes as your breakfast, dinner and supper could result in your spending the rest of your days guest lecturing about the art of sales.


6) Blow

[Directed by Ted Demme. Starring Johnny Depp, Penelope Cruz, 2001]
[IMDB Description: The story of George Jung, the man who established the American cocaine market in the 1970s.]

Drug Depiction: George Jung comes from a broken family. His mother leaves his father many times, and his father welcomes her back with open arms. In his father, the young George sees financial failure, and when, a few years later, the opportunity comes for him to start dealing in soft drugs, he takes it.
Blow is another film (based on a) true rags-to-riches (to-jail) story, a story about a boy from an impoverished working class family went to partner up with Pablo Escobar during his time with the Medellín Cartel, to his ultimate betrayal and incarceration.

Verdict: While the film pretty much condemns drugs as a business choice, especially when depicting Jung’s later years balancing coke transportation and family life, it does make light of the soft-drugs depicted in the earlier, flower-power segment of the film. The rad soundtrack and Dylan references make for a pretty groovy trip throughout the film’s running time. But ultimately, no, it’s unlikely to entice you to consider drugs as a career choice.


7) Scarface

[Directed by Oliver Stone. Starring Al Pacino, Michelle Pfeiffer, Robert Loggia, Steven Bauer, F.Murray Abraham, 1983]
[IMDB Description: In 1980 Miami, a determined Cuban immigrant takes over a drug cartel while succumbing to greed.]

Drug Depiction: The film you’ve seen countless times and the character whose lines you’ve used most at parties. ‘Say ‘You wanna f**k with me? Okay! You wanna play rough?! Okay! Say Qello to my Littul Friend!’ ‘PAWAWAW!’
The Mariel Exodus of 1980 brought Tony Montana (a political prisoner from Cuba), to Florida. Assisted by his loyal friend Manny, he decides that power is his true calling. Working for drug lord Frank Lopez, he soon works (translation. blasts and stabs) his way up quickly – taking Lopez’s throne and his woman with him – in a crescendo of sex, drugs, and early 1980s synthpop which – big surprise – leads to his destruction in the film’s mesmerizing finale.

Verdict: The film condemns illegal drug use – as a tool as much as a trophy, in the conquest of power… but also glorifies it. The most powerful drug in the film, rather than coke which spends almost as much on-screen time as Pacino’s hula-shirts and linen suits, is the notion of power itself.


8) The Basketball Diaries

[Directed by Scott Kalvert. Starring Leonardo DiCaprio, 1995]

[IMDB Description: Film adaptation of street tough Jim Carroll’s epistle about his kaleidoscopic free fall into the harrowing world of drug addiction.]

Drug Depiction: An intimate, poetic film based on Jim Carroll’s autobiographic memoir, the film touches on a range of sub-themes, all of which add another shade to the dark tapestry that made up Carroll’s early life – teenage friendships, sports squads, the death of a best friend, the basketball coach who further damages Jim and his peers by taking advantage of them – and heroin.

Verdict: Condemns drugs. While the film may come across as a tad too preachy, it lends an effective, accurate and sincere voice to everyday anti-drug awareness campaigns.


9) Walk the Line

[Directed by James Mangold. Starring Joaquin Phoenix, Reese Witherspoon, 2005]
[IMDB Description: A chronicle of country music legend Johnny Cash’s life, from his early days on an Arkansas cotton farm to his rise to fame with Sun Records in Memphis, where he recorded alongside Elvis Presley, Jerry Lee Lewis and Carl Perkins.]

Drug Depiction: The story of Johnny Cash’s humble beginnings and rise to fame, it focuses on his intense battles with drug addiction. A fast paced drama with a masterful performance from Phoenix (in his pre-I’m-gonna-be-a-hiphop-artist-hoax) days, the film’s tone changes as quickly as Cash’s escalating addiction to drugs. So much is the addiction a factor in this film that it was given a much more (albeit tongue-in-cheek) prominent depiction in Walk the Line’s highly entertaining parody, Walk Hard, the Dewey Cox Story. (2007)

Verdict: While the depiction of illegal substance abuse is a staple of the sex-drugs-and-rock ‘n roll biopic, WTL ultimately condemns drugs by presenting them as the reason for the downfall and possible near annihilation of what is today considered a legendary talent.


 

10) The Panic in Needle Park

[Directed by Jerry Schatzberg. Starring Al Pacino, Kitty Winn, 1971]
[IMDB Description: This movie is a stark portrayal of life among a group of heroin addicts who hang out in “Needle Park” in New York City.]

Drug Depiction – A very sober look at drug addiction, TPINP chronicles the daily lives of Helen (Kitty Winn), a homeless young girl who looks for stability in a relationship with Bobby (Al Pacino in his first feature-film starring role), a heroin junkie who steals whatever he can get his hands on to sustain his chronic habit.

Widely considered to be the first film to feature actual drug injection, shot in intimate detail, the film feels very crude. Its Cinéma Vérité style (brought on by the use of handheld cameras, actual locations, natural lighting and no soundtrack whatsoever) renders the incidents presented much more plausible, and the experience is disconcerting.

Verdict: The Panic in Needle Park could be the film that does manage to make you think again about touching hard drugs… without ever becoming preachy.

What did you think of our list? Is there a film that you think belongs with these? Tell us about it! Next time we will be discussing ten other films which feature another equally tantalizing addiction – sex!

Saving Mr.Banks / John Lee Hancock / 2013

Saving Mr.Banks (2013) is, in essence, the story of what went on behind the scenes while Walt Disney was trying to secure the film rights for Mary Poppins (1964). Stylistically, it may remind one of The Godfather: Part II (1974), where we have a squeaky clean, sober looking (in a Back-To-The-Future kind of way) present day (1960s) story riddled with yellowed-out, nostalgic flashbacks – two different stories set in two different times which are very much interrelated with each other.

To better understand and fully appreciate all the ways Mr.Bank’s story perfectly mimics that of Travers’ father’s, a suggestion would be to re-watch Mary Poppins (1964) before watching this; Tomlinson’s brilliant performance in that film made the disillusioned Mr.Banks seem human, even while spouting phrases like,

“I’m the lord of my castle
The sov’reign, the liege!
I treat my subjects: servants, children, wife
With a firm but gentle hand
Noblesse oblige!”

Watching Mary Poppins (1964) before Saving Mr.Banks will also make it easier for the audience to recognize the undeniable traces of Travers’ Father (played by Colin Farrel) there are is Mr.Banks.

Hanks does not look or sound like Disney, but, what the hey, he gives a top-notch performance, so do not let that alone keep you from enjoying the film. Watching B.J Novak and Jason Shwartzman as the legendary ‘boys’ is also a real treat. Saving Mr.Banks may not be historically correct, and at times, might come across as feature lenght advert for the Disney Company. It is, though, no denying a proper Disney film with adults and Poppins fans as the primarily intended audience.

A good point to keep in mind would be that the Disney Corporation has given this film it’s go-ahead, therefore Disney is presented as the ultimate magical, all-around good guy, while Travers is depicted as an uptight bitch who did not like penguins, silly cartoons, and especially hated Dick Van Dyke. So just enjoy this and wait for Disney to produce their Bobby Driscoll, or wait…better still, Tommy Kirk biopic…

 

Dear Robin… [A Robin Williams Tribute]

I’m going to try my best to keep this as short and informal as humanly possible, as in such circumstances, I don’t know a better way. What I do know is that I will feel much better once this is written. As rotten as I am at publicly expressing myself about such sad matters, I decided to go about this one to one. I hope it’s not much of an inconvenience. Here goes.

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 Dear Robin,

Robin’s first feature film, Popeye, was shot in Malta in 1980. My personal favourite RW film.

I was a weird little kid. I used to feel awkward discussing my interests and passions with my peers. It was a subject I did my best to avoid whenever I was chatting to a ‘new’ friend – especially if the ‘friend’ happened to be someone cool. My biggest social flaw must have been the fact that I was a Beatles junkie. In the mid 1990s, listening to a band who’s first single was released on your father’s actual birth date was strictly out. A close second social flaw must have been my – as it must have been perceived – perverse interest in what goes on behind the movies.

To clarify – all my friends had heard of Mary Poppins, or caught it on Italia Uno one time or another. But nobody understood why I had to know Dick van Dyke’s name. Or Bob Saget’s. Or Robin Williams’ name, for that matter. For most of my friends, watching the films was enough. I was much more intrigued by how that film is made – and especially, what the actor (a complete stranger to us) does to become the character we feel more familiar with than we do with own family members. Which got me thinking – people (or to be fair, my friends) didn’t care much about the actor. They cared only about the characters and their role in the fictitious story. The setting and presentation makes the audience believe that it knows what the actors in real life are like. Reality… what a concept!

During my childhood, I could never freely discuss with my friends how awesome I thought your work with Genie was. It was obvious that the character was molded onto you. The chemistry between actor and character was too natural for there to have been any hint of casting going on. In many ways, Genie was the cartoon version of what people liked to think you were. That Robin Williams, he’s a riot!

Robin’s 2nd film, The World According to Garp, also saw Robin’s first dramatic role. Multi-layered script, brilliant litte film.

Daniel Hillard helped me put a face to the voice. It was a kind face. I guess most of us found it difficult to perceive Robin Williams to be any different from the kind, charismatic Daniel Hillard. That’s why we loved Mrs.Doubtfire so. My favourite line in the whole film is delivered just before the end credits roll. Daniel as Mrs.Doubtfire tells the little girl who’s parents have just gone separate ways, “If there’s love – those are the ties that bind.”

Perhaps love transcends relationships in the strict sense of the word. Perhaps love is present in the messages we pass simply through our work. Like poetry, stories… or movies. Perhaps that’s why we love celebrities – even the “short, furry and funny” ones, as you would aptly put it. You made us laugh. You made us cry. And we loved you for it.

Your larger than life performance as Genie, back when I didn’t even know what you looked like, made that movie for me. That heartfelt yell ‘I don’t care what I am, I’m free,’ used to send shivers through me every time I heard it. Genie so yearned for his freedom. He was not physically chained to walls, and thanks to his positive outlook even after ten thousand years in bondage, we tended to forget he was, in fact, a slave.

“I’m history! No, I’m mythology! Nah, I don’t care what I am; I’m free-hee!”

And there’s nothing sadder, to my mind at least, than an enslaved clown.

It is widely accepted that clowns are the saddest people. I imagine the reason to be this; in their dedicating their entire life to amusing others, comedians find little to no time to quietly cope with their own issues. In Leoncavallo’s Vesti La Guibbia, (Put on the Costume), Canio morosely reflects on his duty to entertain his audience by dressing up and performing, even when he’s coming to terms with the pain in his own life.

The aria goes as follows –

“Act! While in delirium,
I no longer know what I say,
and what I do!
And yet it’s necessary… make an effort!
Bah! Are you a man?
You are a clown!

Put on your costume and powder your face.
People pay, and they want to laugh…

…Turn your distress and tears into jest, your pain and sobbing into a funny face – Ah!

Laugh, clown… laugh at the grief that poisons your heart!”

Your passing shocked us because you are such an authority on the art of putting on a happy face.

No one really ever knows a clown’s heart. Its not for us to decipher. His smile and quips should be enough for the never-satisfied audience. Still, I don’t see you as a clown, strictly. You had the capability to inject such truth in every character you played, from Mork to Sy the Photo Guy. There is such an impressive list of them. And that makes you an actor. A flawed human (aren’t we all), but an impeccable actor.

I never knew you in real life. I don’t know what you were like. What I do know is that through each portrayal of so many characters, you’ve left your mark. And that’s the only way I want to remember you. The funny man with the kind face. It was good that you were around.

As Robin Williams the actor, I’m going to dearly miss your work. As Robin the man, I really hope you find the peace you so longed for in this world but couldn’t find…

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Dear Robin,

I was a weird little kid. While my friends were busy with their PS murdering Tekken 3 and organizing FIFA tournaments, I was content recreating your movie posters in plasticine. You were the one actor … (ok that is a lie – you and Dick van Dyke) that, since childhood, I wanted to meet and thank for all the movies. Here’s the masterpiece I spent a good couple of hours laboring on back in February 1998. I know the likeness is pretty much crap, but I don’t think you’d be bothered by aesthetics that much.

 

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So here’s to you, Genie. You’re finally free.

Grief no longer poisons your heart.

Michael

The Tin Drum (Die Blechtrommel) / Andrea Segre / 1979

The Tin Drum (1979) is the one film that somehow evaded our list when we were compiling our Top 10 Foreign WW2 Films That Spare Us Any Battle Scenes. It can easily be categorized as a war film – although most of the battles occur between Oskar (David Bennent) and the rest of humanity.
While most of what happens in the film is allegorical, the imagery is sometimes too powerful to permit the viewer to read beyond the symbolism. The Tin Drum tells the story of Oskar, a young boy who rebels against the corrupted world he’s born into, and decides to defy it by stinting his growth at age 3. He is born to a Kashubian mother (an ethnic group neither German nor Polish enough to be classified as such), in the WW2 era in Bazing.
Throughout the film, Oskar (who narrates his story) justifies his actions – as blatantly damnable as they might be – and presents himself as a righteous victim of circumstance living in a morally decayed society. Always offbeat and many times bizarre, he introduces his story by describing how his mother was conceived … in a potato field. As enigmatic as it may be, (mostly due to the film being peppered with surreal imagery) through Oskar, The Tin Drum still feels like it’s screaming to be understood. But what does the child’s stinted growth really mean? Is he really as innocent as he perceives himself to be? Or is he as rotten as the adults he so despises?

Shun Li and The Poet (Io Sono Li). Andrea Segre. 2011

 

I was lucky to be able to catch Io Sono Li in (what’s left of) our Royal Opera House in Valletta. It was screened as part of the Pjazza Kino Festival last Friday 25th. In the same festival, two other nautical-themed films were shown Kon-Tiki (2012) and The Deep, (2012). The festival was curated by Rebecca Cremona, who also directed and co-wrote Malta’s  sea-adventure film, Simshar (you can re-visit our reaction to this film here!)

The strength of Shun Li and the Poet (Io Sono Li) (2011), a France-Italy production, lies in it’s ability to appeal to your softer side. It is a sentimental story of budding love between two very unlikely people, a Yugoslavian fisherman and a Chinese barmaid, in Italy. Both people are united by one factor – neither truly belong in the place they live in.

While it’s disarming humility might be the reason we may not have heard of it before, Shun’s romantic, poetic verses (expressed through the film’s salty, Mediterranean imagery) are what stay with the viewer.

NYMPHOMANIAC REVIEW: OUR FASCINATION WITH CINEMATIC SEX

Eyeskreen reviews Lars von Trier’s sex epic NYMPHOMANIAC, currently showing as one of the Side Street films at Eden Cinemas, and asks whether the final chapter in his Depression Trilogy delivers.

I’ve no doubt that right now you’re most probably indignantly frowning at your screen damning my vulgar, insolent mind and going – ‘What nerve! I’m definitely NOT obsessed with sex! Unliking Eyeskreen once and for all.’
Whatever made you click on this weak attempt at a shock title for a review, is probably the same reason you (and many others) would watch Nymphomaniac (Parts I & II) in the first place; sex sells unfailingly.

It’s no secret that sex & sexuality have always been fascinating. Sex has always been a crowd puller, everyone knows this. It is the one thing most of us can relate to in one way or another. It has been widely discussed, shunned and glorified since the dawn of mankind, and it’s potential surely hasn’t diminished over the years. Sex addiction has also become a trendy subject which has been frequently returning to the big screen time and time again. Crash (1996), Black Snake Moan (2006), and more recently, Don Jon (2013), Thanks For Sharing (2012), and Shame (2011) have in one way or another tackled this subject. Like most new von Trier films, Nymphomaniac (2013) promises to bring something fresh and unexpected to the table. Opinion regarding whether he succeeds in doing so, or if he’s simply become a master at pulling our leg, is divided.

The Narrative & Structure

The story is quite a straightforward one. A nymphomaniac (hypersexual) woman is found in an alley, bleeding to death by an unassuming man who we come to know simply as Seligman. He takes her to his home, puts her in his bed and sits down beside her to listen to her tale. The woman (unconventionally named Joe) describes her sexual adventures and ordeals in chronological order starting when she was practically a toddler. The events are recounted in an excruciatingly slow fashion – could be due to lack of chemistry between the actors, miscasting or simply Charlotte Gainsbourg’s interpretation of Joe.  Every now and then, Seligman interrupts the story and comes up with various analogies between Joe’s story and fly fishing; most of which had a bizarre link, but felt so randomly concocted that they left me shaking my head in awe.

“I’m listening…”

The film’s pacing felt weird; there really was no reason for the film to be so drawn out. Each scene takes an unfathomable amount of time to get the point across. At the end of part one, eye-catching clips from part two were spliced in (in “Stay tuned! Next time on Nymphomaniac” fashion), in order to lure the audience back for a second round.

The main character’s plight is, in my opinion, treated quite indelicately. Again, bluntness is a staple in von Trier’s work, so that much was expected. Thinking about it now, I guess the real shock was to actually see how long the protagonist’s pain goes on for.

Any emotional depth lacking in the characters was balanced out by Joe’s assertiveness. At one point she adamantly refuses to be labelled a victim and ‘sex addict’. “I am a nymphomaniac,” she says, fully embracing her identity in the face of the society which shuns her because of it.

Lars’s most commercial attempt?

Nymphomaniac most probably is Lars’s most commercial attempt to date, with its themes more clearly spelled out than his previous films. The content may be heavy and at times, blatantly presented in typical von Trier manner. At a first viewing, it didn’t inspire an in-depth reading into as Antichrist did; perhaps because the subject matter is so in-your-face. It also felt like the narrative that makes up Nymphomaniac was effortlessly stitched with a plethora of sex-related clichés; from the stereotypical black men’s foot-long dongs, to giving blow-jobs to strangers on trains – a recycled idea from Breaking the Waves (1996).

In von Trier’s world, black men squabble over orifices!

 As those close to us can testify, here at Eyeskreen we are quite the von Trier devotees. We have, in fact already dedicated three posts to his films Antichrist (2009) and Melancholia (2011), and even one named Lars Von Trier’s Nymphomaniac: 10 Things to Know. Debuting two years after Melancholia, this film (I consider both installments different parts of one film), brings Lars’s Trilogy of Depression to an end.

The first part, Antichrist is easily one of my favorite films, one I had no trouble watching four times over the span of four years, and which I discussed in detail in an earlier post – Antichrist: Of Destroyed Genitals and Haunting Imagery. It was the first von Trier film I had watched, and basically, which got me hooked on the man’s quirky storytelling methods and compelling style. I loved how unpredictable his material always was, how gripping the stories were and how the characters felt even more real than a few I know in real life! Von Trier had found a recipe that worked, and fantastically at that. This was why I was so keen on watching Nymphomaniac . Another reason was that this film promised to reunite Charlotte Gainsbourg and Willem Dafoe, whose explosive chemistry together was why Antichrist worked so much, in my opinion.

Nymphomaniac’s ‘Production Still’ depicting all the main actors & actresses, with a ‘censored’ Von Trier on the far left

While we’ve no doubt that the strongest and most provoking of Nymphomaniac’s imagery could be metaphors for bigger truths, nothing clearly separates the metaphors from the sequences that should be taken literally. One particular scene feels like an inside joke between the director and his fans; his re-visiting Antichrist’s opening scene, Lascia ch’io Pianga and all. While this may provoke viewers to facepalm… the ‘joke’ might have never been intended in the first place. Lars could simply be using the scene to gel the three chapters together into one solid, depressive volume. Antichrist, Melancholia and Nymphomaniac are, after all, meant to be three separate parts of one trilogy. There are numerous references to von Trier’s other work throughout the film.

Possible Weak Points?

Von Trier is generally known as a master of provocation. He’s the one who taught us to question the movie-going experience, and what’s more, the movie industry itself. Most of his films offer a moment (usually a particular moment in the film or incident in the story), which permanently stays with us. I imagine that most of us collectively remember The Idiots (1998) by one mental image and Antichrist (2009) by another. Unforeseeable powerful imagery, however crudely presented, is many times prevalent to von Trier films, and effectively so. What could von Trier utilise to provoke nowadays? Provoking is not so easy to do anymore. If he decided to bash organized religion, it wouldn’t have the same effect that it had back in the 90s. Genital mutilation and male rape wouldn’t be as effective the second time around. Does von Trier feel it necessary to push the boundaries with each of his films?

I have mixed feelings about some of the visual imagery utilized to tell the story. I was, for example, rather non-plussed about one closeup shot of a vulva rotating and transitioning into an eyeball. While there was nothing particularly shocking about that shot in itself, it did feel like a blatant attempt to shock. My impression could have been further reinforced as, out of the four-hour-long extravagant affair that is Nymphomaniac, this particularly brief one made it to the (initially banned from youtube) trailer.  Von Trier actually promoted Nymphomaniac, which no doubt is intended to carry greater weight than, say, Deep Throat, using such material.

Not as strong stylistically?

In Nymphomaniac we’re bound to expect the unexpected, from the title card (for once, oddly neatly typed rather than furiously scratched out). Even though his style has been imitated repeatedly, a von Trier film is usually easy to identify as such. With Nymphomaniac, his auteurship and distinctive style weren’t felt as much. There is a heavy clinical and unsure feel throughout. Editing wise, the film feels messy. Cross cutting, montages, bleached black and white ala the Antichrist intro…they all made the final cut.
Von Trier’s films usually have an unsettling, heavy aura around them and the other two parts of the Depression Trilogy also have a haunting, dream-like visual quality to them. Nymphomaniac’s rather drab look rendered it tiresome and tedious. While it could be argued that the film’s look is meant to reflect Joe’s emotional hollowness, it could also be said that Melancholia and Antichrist also have hollow and disturbed protagonists. They must have been easier for me to watch because whenever the subject matter got too dark, the imagery was still fascinatingly beautiful. Nymphomaniac has a dark, heavy vibe throughout, and Joe’s world seems as suffocating as her situations.

The Dialogue

The dialogue was extremely difficult to listen to with a straight face. In fact, I believe that most of the shortcomings I would have otherwise blamed on the acting can be attributed to the overblown screenplay. Joe, the storyteller, speaks in such eloquent prose (albeit the occasional “cunt”) that she constantly seems out of character with the brash, vulgar nymph we see in the flashbacks. She talks as if her dialogue was lifted off an unabridged Victorian classic. She nonchalantly muses, “Perhaps the only difference between me and other people is that I’ve always demanded more from the sunset. More spectacular colors when the sun hit the horizon. That’s perhaps my only sin…” The most cringe worthy line had to be when – SPOILER ALERT – she was witnessing her father succumb to his illness. We view her father’s peaceful face from between her thighs, down which one solitary glistening drop trickles down. “I… lubricated,” she recalls in voiceover.

Because lubrication is the first noun that springs to mind…

Seligman, on the other hand, seems totally disinterested in what the nymphomaniac has to say and seems to be using the time to think about what he’s next going to say about fly fishing. Why he makes her continue her story to completion is a mystery to me. Usually, as surreal as the situations of von Trier’s characters are, the characters themselves always come across as hyper-real. Watching their descents into darkness, I usually feel much more a participant than a viewer. For me, that is what makes a von Trier film disturbing, yet almost addictive. This isn’t the case with Nymphomaniac. The characters never felt real at all. Most of the time, it feels that director and actors are treating the project as a long, laborious joke.

A reason to watch Nymphomaniac…

Contrary to what was said by a substantial number of critics and casual commentators, the film isn’t pornographic and it certainly doesn’t aim to excite – or to glorify sex. When you think about it, no von Trier film actually glorifies sex. In all of his films, the human sexual experience is very animalistic in nature – and sex being such a prominent issue in his films, hence their dismal vibe. Nymphomaniac never glorifies the addiction, but in similar fashion to Breaking the Waves, lets us voyeuristically pry on the spiraling downfall of the victim.

Conclusion

Even though it could be his most mainstream attempt to date, Nymphomaniac doesn’t quite cut it as a drama because of it’s unpredictable, despite monotone, character. The pseudo-pornographic parts were way overhyped and generally did not add anything to improve the film. More emotional depth and relatable characters would have made it much easier to watch in it’s entirety. As would have a solid sense of direction. It must be noted here that this was not the film originally intended for wide distribution by Lars. What we have seen (and what is available to this date) is the producer’s cut of Lars’s vision…some one and a half hours shorter than Nymphomaniac was originally intended to be. Do come back to read what we have to say once the Director’s Cut is out, whenever that might be!

Final Verdict: *** / *****

Qlub Imweġġgħa (2013) | What it teaches us – Review

Spoilers abound.

When Qlub Imweġġgħa’s trailer first started making the rounds on Facebook, many knocked it – for understandable reasons. I had refrained from participating in the mudslinging before watching the actual film. Having said that– now that the film is out in theatres in all its glory, it’s a different story. I like to believe that every self-respecting filmmaker wishes to learn more about the effect his film had on audiences, what worked and what could have been done better.. The film was, unfortunately, much as expected. The theatre was half full. Judging by the reactions of the audiences, most of them shared my sentiments.

FINALLY - QLUB IMWEĠĠGĦA FIT-TOKIS!

FINALLY – QLUB IMWEĠĠGĦA FIT-TOKIS!

I appreciate the effort given by everyone involved, and no, currently, I cannot say that I would have done a much better job than Mr.Meli myself with the material he had. Before going on, I should first acknowledging Meli’s bravery for taking on the mammoth task (if unrealistic) of writing, producing, directing the film as well as acting in the main role and even writing the lyrics to the credits song. I don’t think it would be really necessary to point out the endless series of disadvantages such a decision must have brought to the table.

But that is precisely why I will not attempt writing, producing, directing and acting in a romantic, dramatic, comedic thriller myself, as Mr. Meli did for this film. I know my limits. I somehow get the feeling that Mr.Meli and his team don’t know theirs.

Honestly, I’m sure I would find having my name associated with such a production embarrassing. It would be fair to say that the experience was generally amusing, if at times a little boring. The ‘boring’ part can only be attributed to the fact that the majority of the film’s timespan is eaten up by the characters explaining the plot and backstories to each other. And conversations on mobile phones. Lots of those.

As, Qlub Imweġġgħa is such a particular type of film, this will have to be a particular type of post… I’m going to try to present the information in separate sections according to the different topics. Brace yourselves.

FIRST SCENE

Let’s start with the very first scene. It involves a conversation between our hero, l-Ispettur…wait for it… John Smith(?!) (who looks a bit like a happily-married-for-some-time mustached Forrest Gump, or like a European Ali Bubaker with his shades on) – and his subordinate who is simply known and referred to as ‘Borg.’ So – in this initial conversation we get to know Smith’s (Meli, the writer and director himself) life story. He recounts it all to ever-bored Borg so pathetically and in so much detail, it makes you wonder how Borg still likes Smith. During this entire scene, each sentence Borg says ends with the word ‘Sir.’

This Borg/Smith relationship is never quite clear. It’s weird to say the least. I mean, are they pals or what? Why does Smith divulge personal life details to Borg, and then insists on referring to him solely by his surname? After this very one sided conversation, we get to see Borg and Smith do some police work. They are, after all police men and this is a (quoting Meli himself here) ‘romantic and dramatic thriller’. This first (Pre-Title Card) sequence is there to give the audience the impression that they’re about to watch another Richard Donner style buddy cop film, and that Smith and Borg are just like Murtaugh and Riggs.

 

Murtaugh and Riggs from the Lethal Weapon series

But alas. John Smith works alone and Borg is a useless and ineffective sidekick.For the majority of his screen time, he just types away nothings on a keyboard that doesn’t seem to be connected to anything, doing important police detective work for Sir John Smith.

This first ‘a day in the life of a lonely cop’ scene features a botched burglary of sorts where something (I’m not sure exactly what) was stolen from an old man’s house. The burglars leave the poor fellow so startled (even though he was apparently waiting for them with his night-lamp on) that he doesn’t make any sound, but simply raises his hands over his face.

With Smith hot on their trail, they run out of the premises, and a car chase ensues (much of which is heard rather than seen.) After what is supposed to feel like a heck of a long and grueling chase (it doesn’t), the bad guys seem to run out of gas and simply park. Smith parks beside them, runs out of the car – says some line about being nice to old people – “Ħalluhom l-anzjani!” and a close-up shows him handcuffing one of them – through the car window. With the baddie’s foot still on the gas pedal. Nice move sir.

'Ħalluhom l-Anzjani!'

‘Ħalluhom l-Anzjani!’

THE ACTING

I’ll start this section by saying that most of the actors involved deserve congratulations. They had a very difficult task of trying to make the unbelievable believable and give weight to such a superfluous story. In most cases (not all of them), I find no problem with the actors themselves – rather with the material they were working with and with the way they were directed. I sometimes got the feeling that in many instances, the actors ran through their lines and everyone rushed on to the next scene. One would also wonder how some of the actors were chosen.

One would also wonder how some of the actors were chosen. The first actor that comes to mind is the boy who played John Smith’s 10 to 13 year old son. Now it is definitely never easy to criticize a child’s acting performance. Still, the truth remains that some better direction or even multiple takes could have saved the boy from giving a wince-inducing performance in the final cut. An even flatter performance came from the actress who played Joe Tanti’s girlfriend.

THE FILM’S LOOK…

Is crappy. Most probably filmed using a DSLR, a few shots are over or under-exposed, but the whole film suffered from this dull, drab, yellowy wash. It was definitely not the cinematic look I’m sure Meli hoped for. More than once, the image was even out of focus. There also seemed to be a problem with the export. One sequence, which shows the bad guys toasting a celebration intercut with Clair’s miscarriage has jittering, which doesn’t feel like it was intended.

A toast!

A toast!

THE STORY STRUCTURE & SCREENPLAY

In an interview which can be watched on Qlub Imweġġgħa’s Facebook page, Meli explains that the original script for the film was written about 7 years ago – and also that it was originally intended to be a tv series. He also says that it was then re-adapted for film. I beg to differ – it was television writing throughout. Meli (the writer) kept every story arc and twist imaginable to man in the script – shoves them into our mouths and forces us to swallow. The ‘story’ would have been much more effectively told in a miniseries – even six episodes would have sufficed. But no, guess Meli didn’t want to patronize us. They can take it, he must have thought. So he cooked all these bombastic ideas into a pudina and told us to eat it.

The film’s structure is inexistent. It is composed of countless flashbacks and flash-forwards and even more flashbacks and flash-forwards. The problem with this is that most of the time, we are left in the dark about when the story is taking place. Each move backwards and forwards in time is indicated solely by a tiny subtitle on the screen’s far bottom left – and clearly out of the safe borders. Most of the time, the words were not projected onto the screen – and so the actual date and time of what was happening was left a mystery to everyone. You had no way of knowing if you were watching present day, 2 years Earlier, 1 Month Later or what. Halfway throughout the film this was slightly amended. Each ‘flashback’ subtitle was accompanied with a 1998 Power Point Typewriter sound effect. So you had to look.

DISCONCERTING MOMENTS

Qlub Imweġġgħa’s character and mood are ever shifting – making the film unsettling and unpredictable throughout. A car chase or shootout can easily be followed by a cringe inducing scene of familial bonding only puppies, five year olds and your dear old grandmother would appreciate. Characters say and do the darnedest things in this film. At one point, Paul (a very wooden performance delivered by the usually versatile Heinrich Camilleri – so I guess it was the character that was wooden after all) announces to his father (Joe Tanti who seemed like he was doing a wackier version of his Baruni character from Deceduti) that he has just left his long time girlfriend because he didn’t feel he ‘really, truly loved her.’ In order to say this, he describes his girlfriend so affectionately to his father it borders on sick. He says something like, ‘Lil Claire tlaqtha – Kienet sabiħa papa’, taraha imżejna b’kollox…’ Okay, we get that the two men must be close.

Another uncomfortable moment was when a female doctor puts on a happy face to notify the poor distraught woman (and audience) that she has just lost her baby, but don’t worry, everything will be all right soon.

Every little thing is gonna be allright!

Baby don’t worry about a thing!

The prevailing problem with the film is that Meli (as screenwriter) apparently has no idea about what looks right and what doesn’t in a cinematic film. A particular scene had the boy (Smith’s son) washing his teeth. He just had to be heard spitting and hawking and splattering all over the sink, and all in glorious surround sound. Now that we’re mentioning Smith’s son, there are a few things an almost thirteen year old should not be seen doing on the big screen. He should not be seen sharing his father’s bed. I mean, whatever happened to political correctness? 13 year old boys should not strip their drunk, passed out fathers to their underclothes just to show how much they love them. A 13 year old boy should also not be seen letting the hot and single friend of the family help him take off his pyjamas and wear his school uniform. The scattered sniggering amongst the audience informed me I was not alone in my observations.

What was Meli thinking while writing these scenes? I chose to resign myself to the fact that he simply does not know any better, and that through such scenes he was trying to depict wholesome characters suitable for the whole family. But a writer and director for a film intended for a mass audience should try to cater for that audience. He should know what works and what doesn’t. Typical bonding between close people would have been appropriate in an innocent family film. Qlub Imweġġgħa is clearly not such a film.

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Happy Families

A MISOGYNIST FILM

I’m sure it was unintentional, but it is a blatantly misogynist film dreamt up by a male mind and which will mostly be enjoyed by other male minds. Kind of like those cheesy 80s pop corn flicks like Predator (1987)…or Conan the Barbarian (1982). Yes they both star Schwarzenegger. One gets the feeling Meli sees a bit of Shwarzenegger in himself.  He wanted to create an 80s style cop movie full of thrills, tears, laughs (intentional and otherwise) and pretty ladies.

It feels like Meli (actor-writer-director) is very fond of his lady actresses and wants to share as much on-screen time with them as possible. During a particular scene late in the film where Smith is looking for his kidnapped wife by showing a photograph to whoever happened to be passing by at the moment, he only seemed to come across attractive teenage girls, one of which only had the opportunity to express her talent through her cleavage. Oh, the glamorous life of filmmaking.

After he interrogates the third passerby who also happens to be female (in Qlub Imweġġgħa’s world, it seems that females have nothing to do but to hang around the street), someone must have pointed out to Meli that he should also find a man to interrogate. The final person he drives up to in the street is a very startled, very convincing man, who seemed genuinely surprised to see Meli drive up to him and who also seemed very happy to escape the camera as quickly as possible.

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Sarah Camilleri, apart from being one of the most talented actors of the bunch, also happens to be quite the classy beauty. Meli unashamedly flaunted her wherever he finds the opportunity. We also get to see her soaping her shoulders in the bath. Then comes one of the most pathetic shots in the history of Maltese cinema – she steps out of the bath – the audience still assuming she’s undressed. The camera slowly climbs (creeps is more the word) upwards along her nude body. Starting from her feet, continuing with her legs, going on to her thighs…and just as you hear yourself going ‘QAĦBEĊ – He’s gonna do it!’ – she covers herself with a towel. A completely useless shot which at least I hope served to amuse Meli himself.

 DIALOGUE

The dialogue tries way too hard to sound natural – but ends up unintentionally ludicrous at certain moments. A memorable instance was when Smith is sitting with his wife (one of them – he seems to have knack for losing and gaining wives) and 13-year-old (or thereabouts) son at a restaurant. They are discussing where to go for a holiday. Son says something like: ‘Nixtieq immur l-Amerika – Ħa niltaqa’ mal-karattri kollha ta’ Walt Disney!’ I mean… that line may have worked in 1992, but not in 2014. It showed how out of touch Meli (the screenwriter) was when he wrote the dialogue, and that either nobody tried to help him amend the script, or that he refused such help.

The dialogue was at its most laughable when Tanti’s wife (I forget her name) is dying and her son abruptly decides to leave his girlfriend for no other reason than that he believes this relationship made him abandon his rich (and clearly clinically insane) parents. The young man is trying very hard to cry while Tanti is pulling weird facial expressions in order to manage to show something that resembles sorrow. The mother has just died (but a closeup will reveal that she still breathes!) and the son laments – ‘Jien kont inħobbok!’ He apparently stops to remember his lines. Ah yes. ‘Imma għalfejn kelli ndum daqshekk biex niġi narak?’

Fejn hi l-Mama?

Fejn hi l-Mama? Mal-anġli!

In another scene, the father (Tanti), the doctor, the son and another man who it was never quite clear what he was all about, are having a candlelit dinner. A very upper-class hoity-toity aristocratic type of dinner with the wine glasses, chandeliers and other typical effects. Joe Tanti announces there and then that he will adopt the doctor (who is obviously old and rich enough to live comfortably on his own). But instead of replying with, “Aint nobody got time fo that!’ which would have been a much more realistic reaction, the doctor nods solemnly and agrees to be adopted. Then it’s time for the son to enquire why his father needs the constant company of a doctor. Something along the lines of:

‘X’għandek, missier? X’qed taħbili?’

‘Xejn, ibni.’

Doctor says ‘Kun af, għażiż ġuvnott, li l-papa qed joffrili li noqgħod magħkom b’rispett u b’gratidudni.’

In another scene, John Smith is offering to take his son out for his birthday. ‘Issa mmorru x’imkien nice ta!’ What next? Will he sing him banni-bannozzi and feed him plasmon? Please – is this really the way fathers talk to their teenage sons today?

Aħna morna l-aqwa sieħbi!

We have the perfect job, you and I!

THE MUSIC

The music on the whole was adequate…as adequate as could be really. I find it difficult to criticize the score, even if at times it felt that composer Sam Hayman was struggling to cope with the fluctuation of contrasting moods in such a short time. In fact, at one particular point, in order to create suspense (I think), one note was sustained for too long – it felt like forty-five to fifty seconds. This was needed to cover the collective mood conveyed for a few consecutive shots. A simple cut and crossfade would have easily rectified this. The only gripe that one could have with the music is that at times it is a bit too reminiscing of the tune of The Godfather theme.

AUDIO EDITING

One of the film’s most obvious weaknesses is with its audio track. The sound felt like it was hurriedly edited with the vision and that was that. The sound also suffers from occasional clipping & distortion, something that could have easily been avoided with a few sound tests prior to the actual recording. Continuity problems were also prevalent in sound. The most ongoing problem with the sound, actually was the lack of it. Countless times, when there was no specific diegetic sound to be heard, whoever edited the sound opted to leave the sound track without any sound in it. Pure clean silence. Which is something noticeable and distracting.

VISION EDITING

 I happily noted that the infamous redhead from the teasers did not make the final cut. This means that Meli listened to what was being said on the internet, and if that scene was in the original cut, decided to amend it.

The offending light!

The offending light!

Still, it is clear that whoever edited the film is not a film editor or does not appreciate that a different approach from tv drama editing has to be taken with film. In television it may be acceptable to fade to black every ten minutes to indicate the end of a segment. This is definitely not accepted in cinema, even more so in a thriller, where the action and suspense are supposed to be ongoing. All fading to black does in this kind of film is remind you that you’re watching a dragging film with a plot so uselessly complex and multi-layered it makes Inception look like Scooby Doo.

Generally, the editing feels very disjointed. Most scenes drag on slowly and painfully, while others are composed of mini-montages; full of haphazardly cut shots. A case in point would be the scene where we see Smith making a coffee (if I remember correctly). It is comprised of close-ups. A close-up shows the empty cup CUT TO close-up of hand grabbing cup CUT TO cup being filled with water… I was sure that this was Meli trying to emulate the infamous HOW TO BASIC youtube channel.

for those interested in learning more about the HOW TO BASIC channel….( at your own risk)

And now for something completely different....RESTAURANT SKETCH!

And now for something completely different….RESTAURANT SKETCH!

Soon after that came another scene which was surely edited by a different person. Meli (Smith) is on a date with Camilleri. There’s this very long take of this shot of the both of them, just sitting across of each other at the table in the restaurant. Enter the waiter. He meticulously fills each glass with wine. The sound of each of the glasses slowly filling up with wine cracked me up. The cherry on the cake had to be when for no valid reason, the waiter brings the chef to stand in front of the table. Try as I might, I simply could not fathom why the chef had to be brought to the table, other than because they were going to act out Monthy Python’s Restaurant Sketch. We’ll never know.

CAMERA TECHNIQUES

Most of the camera handling was what one would expect from a local tv series. Most of it was shot on a still tripod, and conversations filmed as if the actors were addressing an off-camera interviewer. The one memorable scene where the cameraperson suddenly went out of character was when Smith (who becomes an alcoholic after losing his wife), drunkenly plods around his house. The camera plodding around in the same drunken fashion was trying to mimic Meli’s acting rather than utilized to enhance it. It also made it very difficult for me to contain my Coke & Pringles.

CHARACTERS BLENDING IN WITH THE BACKGROUNDS

The Doc

The Doc

Ok, we get that Joe Tanti’s character is an aristocrat who lives in this big mansion with a surrounding garden, an empire seemly disconnected from the rest of society by one gate and two silly henchmen. The location chosen for the exterior shots of this place was effective enough. The interior shots, on the other hand, had the opposite effect. The actors were poised against whitish/ yellowish walls and most of the time they were wearing whitish/yellowish clothes themselves. Combine this with inadequate lighting and a low quality film export (an avi or h264 I would imagine, then burnt onto a playable DVD before being mercilessly stretched to fill the cinema screen), created quite an unsettling effect. At times, I found my eyes straining to focus on the actors as they blended in so well with the background wall.

RECAP: MAIN CHARACTERS

Before I end this review, I’ll just mention a few points about each character and what they offer to the film.

Joe Tanti’s Character: The walking manifestation of bipolarity and contradiction.

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The man’s entertaining. Just watch him go all spastic and discover his Italian heritage during the final climatic showdown – calling Smith “SPETTORE SMITTY!”, apparently having an echo function installed in his voice box, and threatening Meli with ‘Aqta dan il-bulxit! Għandi bomba – u martek ħa tagħmel BUMM!’ – Lit. translation – Quit this bullshit. I have a bomb and your wife will explode.

His character’s so rich he showers his two bodyguards with cash, thousands of euros of cash just for sticking around his front door. He gives them, quote Tanti ‘ELUF, ELUF!’ On a more serious note, Tanti was definitely the actor who had most fun with his character. Look out for his expression during his son’s funeral (who he buries in his own back garden) – hatred, craziness and eye-popping constipation all in the same frame. Genius!

Borg 

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The sidekick who is seen typing away onto a computer which is always conveniently offscreen. He’s content simply to be in Meli’s shadow. Or to retrieve him from bars when he’s drunk.

Smith

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A really, I mean really unlucky policeman who doesn’t even know that he is a policeman. He explains this to Tanti’s girlfriend (yes I know this is getting a bit confusing,) when he tells her ‘Le, m’inhiex pulizija. Aqwa minn hekk.’ Umm – I hope Meli knows that an Inspector is a policeman – granted, ranks higher than constable, but a policeman nevertheless. He’s practically a walking disaster and sets a very bad example to every other member of the force he comes into contact with. He drink drives. He never does any police work (after the film’s opening scene), but still likes to remind us he’s the law. He locks the main antagonist (who clearly has psychological problems and is in dire need of professional medical attention) in a rigged hut and mercilessly blows him to high heavens.

Paul

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Joe Tanti’s son in this film is initially quite the bastard as he dumps Camilleri for someone else. He was fixed though – as this someone else (who is never seen) suddenly dies, he enters into a coma himself, stays in it for over a year, and wakes up only to be told that he’s in limbo. Mary says,“Qiegħdin fis-siegħa tal-prova. Għadna ma tlajniex il-Ġenna.” This charade goes on for quite a long while and suddenly you don’t know if your watching Qlub Imweġġgħa or Constantine (2005).

In this delicate state of mind, he is convinced by a conniving maid (who really has nothing to do with Mary’s personal plight) to stand up from his bed. He does this pretty effortlessly, considering he’s been in a coma for more than twelve months. She makes him walk to the bedroom window in his pyjamas, climb out and fall to his bloody death.

So yeah, Paul gets his. Such is life.

The Doctor Nicholas

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An evil dude who kidnaps Smith’s wife – but looks so Christmas Fatherly (what with his white beard and all), that she can’t help but try to confide in him anyway. ‘Dott, nispera li nista nafda kelma fik.’ No, don’t trust him, he kidnapped you, stupid girl.

The Two Maids

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They  are constantly seen wiping the same piece of furniture and gossiping about everyone else who is living in Tanti’s mansion.

Coma

As much a character as any other. Am I the only one who thinks that at one point or another, everyone in this film falls into a coma? There is the mother in the beginning (Tanti’s wife) or was she dead? Paul definitely fell into a coma. As did Mary, Smith’s wife. And while they’re waiting for her to wake up or die (she in fact, does both of these), Smith and son also look like they have fallen into comas.

Final Verdict – 3/10: It is very difficult to point out what could have been done to improve Qlub Imweġġgħa, but if I were to take a guess, it would be to try to re-make the film and try to keep to half its running time, lose most of the subplots and also do away with the unnecessary extended ending. In my opinion, it could make a more than decent product for television.

I decided to end this post with a few suggestions that I would offer to whoever has a similar dream to Mr.Meli’s (which in itself is commendable) and how one could go about making such a dream a reality.

What Qlub Imweġġgħa Teaches Us

  1. There is no such thing as my own film. The more the film is ‘yours’ the more you will be to blame for its shortcomings. Spread the roles around. Find your competence and work on that as much as possible. You may be a likeable actor, that doesn’t necessarily make you a good writer or director. I believe a film can only be good if it is the result of a collaboration between different talents. Which takes us to lesson number 2.
  2. Collaboration – listen to what others have to say. Listen to feedback and work on it while the film’s still in production and pre-production stage. Yes this takes humility and could also mean a shared credit, but what’s wrong with that? What’s actually so cool about having Written, Directed by, Produced and Starring YOU plastered all over the DVD cover? Why should that be important? Wouldn’t you rather share the credits and the pride? Bounce every important idea off competent individuals you think you can trust before shooting.
  3.  A (mainstream) film is about the characters and plot. Not about action, explosion or special effects.
  4.  Know your medium and write accordingly – Chose the best idea out of all of them and tell it according to your chosen medium. Eliminate any scenes that add nothing to the story. Try to do this in the storyboard stage – it will save you, your actors and crew a great amount of time, money and unnecessary humiliation.
  5. Decide on the film’s character – Is it an action film? Or is it a comedy? Is it’s goal to teach lessons, to shock, or simply to entertain? If your film is the last one, avoid needless realism such as extra realistic toothpaste spitting sounds. They snuff the magic.
  6. Take care of the trailer – Love the trailer as much as you would the film. Make sure your trailer promotes the film, rather than destroys it before it has the chance to be seen.

If other young filmmakers understand and apply these few guidelines to the projects they hold dear, then Qlub Imweġġgħa would not have suffered in vain.

Please do not hesitate to express your own opinions about Qlub Imweġġgħa or about this review in the comments section below, whatever those may be.

Surviving The 'Tal-Lira' Cinematic Experience…

Throughout my childhood, adolescence and youth, the Galleria Cinemas in Fgura, Malta (which is now known as the ‘Tal-Lira Cinema) was the one friend who remained. It stood its ground through thick and thin. It was where I spent many a happy hour just grateful for the fact that I had my own backdoor cinema. This affection I have for the cinema (as much as a concept as a physical location) is what prompts me to write today.

The 'Tal-Lira' cinemas in Fgura, Malta

The Galleria cinemas in Fgura, Malta. These later became known as the ‘Tal-Lira’ Cinemas.

Having a cinema just round the corner from where you live does have its perks. The probability that one finds this theatre full upon arrival is close to nil. And any cinema within walking distance is nothing short of pure wealth. But hey, who said life was perfect?

Before I start my rant, it might be a good idea to explain what the phrase ‘tal-lira’ means. The Maltese word ‘tal-lira’ literally stands for ‘One pound’, which also reflects the pricing for each ticket. Movies are released later than they are in other cinemas, and this is why the pricing is so cheap.

I’m not going to exclusively blame the cheap pricing for the shoddiness and blatant carelessness by whoever wishes to claim responsibility for the lingering issues I will mention below. Almost all of these instances, in fact happened way before the Galleria Cinema became part of the happy Tal-Lira family. The fact that most of the incidents (of which I will only mention the highlights here) I’m about to mention took place at what is popularly known as the ‘Tal-Lira Cinema’ is purely coincidental.

Scooby Doo (2002): Sound Randomly Turns Off

I remember this day like it was yesterday. The first half of the movie went by without a glitch. The second half opened without any sound going on. The audience started playing the waiting game. Who’s gonna get up, walk out, and notify management that in Cinema 2 they were screening silents? This went on for a good fifteen minutes. No one gave us our money back.

 Babel (2006):  Warbled Sound

 

This was one the most memorable tal-lira incidents for me. So, who has still to watch Alejandro González Iñárritu’s tragic masterpiece Babel, try to find a copy and do so. Few movies are capable of leaving me in such a state of near depression and elation at the same time. Watching it when it first came out, its tal-lira moment was when the (spoiler) deaf Japanese chick comes on. Now she’s deaf, and her deafness is clearly explained through her extensive use of sign language and closeups of her eyes, mouth, and wild gesticulations. My audience understood she was deaf because of the thundering warbling coming through the surround system on her scene. I mean, it was so perfectly synched that it had to be a (rather unconventional way) of spoon-feeding an audience into understanding that this character was deaf and constantly hearing rumbling in her head. The audience may have been initially confused, but once it was clear that the young girl was deaf, they must have felt so brainy! Until that moment when Brad Pitt and Cate Blanchett came on – and what we thought was the deaf girl’s hearing perspective was still going on. It was then that we realized that we had missed out on a good deal of audio information, because of a spontaneous yet impeccably timed technical fault, and someone stormed out of the theatre and yelled at someone else. Inside, the sound came back on. Must have been the most memorable tal-lira moment. Again, no one gave us our money back, or even apologized.

Pirates of the Caribbean (The Curse of the Black Pearl) 2003:

Shoot, I had almost forgotten to mention this one altogether. It would have been a shame – it’s a gem. It was a wet, wet September day. So, I’m sitting at the last row (M or N I guess) of the theatre. We’re watching this refreshing surprise of a pirate swashbuckler which I enjoyed so much I went to watch twice in the same weekend. Pirates of the Caribbean was the film which brought the eccentric (trying hard to find an adequate adjective here!) Johnny Depp to a new generation…and re-kindled his fan base with the older Edward Scissorhands buffs. It was also the film which apparently introduced 5D at the Fgura Cinemas! As I was saying, we’re sitting at the back row, my brother sitting on my right. It was the scene were Barbosa says, ‘You best start believing in ghost stories Ms.Turner, you’re in one!’ or something to that effect. What happened next was that with each splash of the Pearl, I felt the a spray of cold seawater(?) on my forehead. This left me startled as much as pleasantly surprised. No one had said anything about 5D elements, and here I was, getting… (ANOTHER SPRAY IN THE FACE) …thoroughly wet by what I thought was a great attempt at special eff— On my right, my brother was dumbfounded, staring upwards at the ceiling, from where rainwater (from real clouds high above the Fgura Cinema) was freely seeping from a spot directly above his head. He ended up drenched. No one said they were sorry, gave us our money back, or offered to pay the doctor’s bill!

The Lion King (2014)

 

Yes, for those of you who didn’t know, Disney’s The Lion King was screened last weekend at the Gallarija Cinema 4. This was only the second chance I had in twenty years to watch this epic on the big screen (not counting it’s IMAX stint which was, imo, an epic disappointment. That time I was too busy twisting my neck trying to figure out where to look at, to actually remember to watch the film!) I first watched The Lion King in 1995, and yes, I count that as one of the special days of my life. Barely seven years old at the time, I was lucky to be able to watch what I believe is the last of the true Disney Animated Classics in all it’s intended glory. That day will always remain one of my favorite memories. A number of things about that day will forever remain etched in my mind; the smell of fresh (or is it stale?) popcorn that still scents the Eden Century Cinemas today, the large JAWS poster hanging just outside the theaters, which I saw for the first time on that day, the pinkish colored sidewalk outside the cinema. Why are such details important? They show, (I hope) that the day I watched The Lion King for the first time was a day which left considerable impact on me (and most probably on my love for the Cinema.)

They also explain why I was so looking forward to re-live the experience last weekend. That didn’t quite happen. Those of you who, like me, have watched The Lion King so many times during your childhood that you learnt the screenplay by heart, know that the film’s opening scene, the awe-ispiring red sunrise to the  ‘NAAANTSSS INGOYAMAAAAAA BAGITHI BABA!’ (or as I understood it at the time, Aunty Mittja! Ala biebi baba!), is the defining moment which transports you to the heart of Africa. Those first frames suck you in and promise you a magical hour and a half of beautiful moments of tenderness, epicness and evil uncles. The hour and a half that teach you about the facts of life, the circle of life, and that the disconcertingly British Zazu is voiced by what you previously thought was a mute Mr.Bean. That was why that sunrise scene is of pivotal importance. Which is why I was a little bit upset when, during last Saturday’s 10:00Am viewing, it didn’t happen. We heard the sounds, but we never saw any vision. The seconds rolled on and whoever sings “From the day we arrive on the planet,” was already blinking steps into the sun, but Cinema 4 was still shrouded in total uncomfortable darkness. Embarrassing even. There were a lot of young children in the theatre, who missed out on the big Nants Ingoyama sunrise moment. Moments like these only come around once every two decades or so. Pity. Halfway through the song, the screen came to life. I do not wish to harp on about all that is evil about the insistence of haphazardly cutting each movie in two and injecting it with a THE BAR IS OPEN sign. I had, a couple of years back, already dedicated a post on my personal blog about this. If you’re intrigued, you can check it out here. Yes it’s mostly in Maltese, but today we’re blessed with Bing Translate.

No, let’s imagine we live in a world where we have no choice but to have an intermission in each film we watch. I mean…couldn’t it be handled with a smidgen of dignity? Believe what you will, but I still remember the exact moment, the intermission took place during the original Lion King viewing in the Eden Century Cinemas (back in ’95). It happened between the shot of grown-up Simba running back to claim whatever pride his Pride Lands had left, and the shot of Timon the meerkat sleeping on Pumbaa’s tum, rising and falling with each breath the warthog took. The break made sense – it was timed, beautifully so. It happened just after the mission was revealed to our hero, and he embarked on his quest.  It was so effectively placed that I still remember the impact the end of the first (pre-intermission) half of the film had on me, twenty years on. It made me believe that, yes, timing the intermission for a film can be an art in itself. At least, it should be left to someone who understands an iota in story structure. Whoever took care of last weekend’s Lion King viewing did not share his predecessor’s affinity for all that’s pure. He just turned the lights on mid-way through Timon and Pumbaa’s impromptu rendition of The Lion Sleeps tonight.

The Fekken Bar is Open

That was the last straw.

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Actually, the last straw was when the lights went off once again and the film resumed. It took the best of a minute and a half for whoever was running the show to realize that the crummy tal-lira quality adverts were still being spewed all over Can’t You Feel the Love Tonight.

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These sort of incidents have been happening for years. I’ve been putting off writing them until I thought was necessary, frankly because I like to think of myself as a nice guy. Today I realize I respect the cinema, paying audiences and my relationship with the movies far too much to remain quiet any longer. I never really want my money back as no money can really buy what a good  cinema experience can give you.

Thus I rant

In the hope that

Reason prevails

And tomorrow will be

A better day