DAY
TWO
Most film festivals
of any significance try to include at least a couple of mainstream titles
if for no other reason than to placate patrons attending opening and
closing night events. Even the mighty Cannes has been the sight of such
not so high-brow fare as The Dark Knight and The Da Vinci
Code in recent years.
Toronto has always
had more than its fair share of movies for the masses; particularly
among its gala presentations. The comedy Ghost Town certainly
fits that mold and new films by Spike Lee, The Secret Life of Bees
and Flash of Genius are among studio offerings that aspire
to some degree of artistic and/or social distinction.
Last year Toronto
hosted the North American premiere of No Country for Old Men
by the Coen Brothers that went on to win the best picture Oscar.
This year the Coens return with Burn After Reading, a flat out
comedy with a pretty solid bedrock of social satire.
The Brothers have
done there fair share of comedies over the years but, obviously, this
is the first time they've followed up winning the top Oscar prize with
a bit of silliness. The reaction among the critical community to the
movie hasn't generally been embracing and one gets the distinct impression
it's largely because of some degree of snobbishness; it's not viewed
as appropriate to go from the lofty heights to lighter fare.
Now while Burn
After Reading has a lot of antic material, it also has some very
serious underlying issues. The film is about a woman determined to have
a series of cosmetic surgeries that her insurance company has deemed
elective procedures not covered by her policy. When what are perceived
as classified documents fall into her lap, she sees a way of exploiting
them to her own advantage and the film proceeds to chronicle the damage
she wrecks on those in her path.
Without revealing
a thing, the film manages to complete the circle in a satisfying fashion
that few recent comedies can claim. Those with short memories might
remember that No Country while greatly admired came under the spotlight
for a conclusion many felt was inappropriate or unsatisfying. Detractors
of the current film have grudgingly agreed that they cannot fault its
craft or storytelling.
The legitimacy of
its scathing portrait of the keepers of our national security came crashing
home moments after the screening. On the way into my next film - the
extraordinarily entertaining Korean western The Good, The Bad, The
Weird - I spotted Sony Classics co-president Michael Barker.
As I approached to say hello it was clear he was being grilled by theater
security officers and I could hear him saying to them: "it's just
a conventional Blackberry."
Barker was at a
screening and prior to leaving opened his Blackberry to check for messages.
The security thought he might be recording off the screen and examined
his gadget meticulously before concurring that it could not have been
employed in a piracy cabal. They apologized but Barker told them he
was a staunch anti-piracy advocate and continued on a couple of steps.
As we talked another security officer stepped up and as politely as
possible asked to take a look at his pass and once more he was deemed
legit.
Like the characters
in the Coen film it was not so much the pursuit of law breakers that
rankled but the manner in which the minions of noble values flexed their
authority - perhaps even gleefully wallowed in it - that seemed like
more than a glancing intrusion.
Friday saw the debut
of Me and Orson Welles, one of the titles at Toronto that's being
shopped for distribution. It was warmly received at the public screening
and I counted at least seven senior level execs from substantive distribution
companies.
The prospects for
Welles, a coming-of-age yarn centered on a teenager who winds up part
of the auteur's Mercury Theater company in its nascent incarnation circa
1937, aren't as stellar as they might have been a couple of years ago.
Part of the reason according to several potential buyers is that it's
"not edgy" whatever that means.
However, the bigger
problem is that the way in which the American marketplace has evolved
makes the financial template
the way in which money spent has
a chance to turn a profit, makes it difficult for a medium budgeted
movie to work economically. While the film could well find a buyer,
acquisitors favor event movies and those that have a niche appeal that
can be exploited on a low risk level.
No one quite knows
how to successfully distribute a film that's not patently mainstream.
But for a movie that can be acquired for a guarantee of less than $200,000
what's evolved is a strategy where fewer than 200 prints can be circulated
to major cities as well as ancillary revenue streams from video on demand,
discs and other cable outlets. Once one has to compete with a costly
advertising campaign the stakes escalate rapidly and relatively few
films can earn their way to success. This year there aren't many success
stories on the order of The Visitor to refute the trend.
Confessions:
Day One
-
Leonard Klady