Weekend
There's something
a bit daunting about the fact that two of the most acclaimed films coming
into the Toronto International Film Festival are titled Hunger and
Blindness. Both premiered at Cannes with Blindness receiving
the prestigious opening night slot and Hunger winning the Camera
d'or award for best first feature.
I prefer Blindness,
at least the type one encounters cinematically. Based upon the novel
by Jose Saramago and directed by Fernando Meirelles it's
a contemporary allegory about the breakdown of society. Set in an unnamed
city, it begins with a man suddenly going blind though a subsequent
analysis cannot account for the cause. However, in short order it snowballs
into an epidemic and the "blind" are put into camps that are
more like leper colonies than rehab centers.
Apart from guards
whose job is to shoot anyone attempting escape, they are on their own
and briefly stated their society evolves into a Lord of the Flies
environment. What's shown of the human condition is hard to take but
the conclusion (when this virus effects virtually everyone) at least
extends a shred of hope that isn't simply a pretty bow.
Hunger focuses
on the Irish prison hunger strike led by Bobby Sands in 1981.
The depiction of the squalor these predominantly political prisoners
live in and the endless beatings they undergo from jailers is vividly
and unflinchingly portrayed. Written and directed by the acclaimed installation
artist Steve McQueen, it's an accomplished first film and, at
the same time, suffers from a new filmmaker's inexperience behind the
lens.
The filmmaker has
a tendency to provide more information than the audience requires. He
also gives his film a false start; introducing Sands 20 minutes into
the film after setting up several other characters that one assumes
(incorrectly) will have a central role in the drama. McQueen - one suspects
coming from a different medium - wants to apply other narrative precepts
but his tendency to set up situations that have no pay off proves to
be more frustrating than innovative at times.
Hunger as
well as Blindness are among the fortunate films that have American
distribution. The festival is well underway and news of a sale of any
unencumbered movie regardless of size has yet to occur. There have been
rumors of interest in several titles but whether the math or the passion
is absent remains to be seen.
One veteran of the
acquisitions community told me that while he was always interested in
finding new, exploitable films, his primary intent in Toronto was to
sell the movies he already had in his larder. He said the traditional
bull market one associates with Toronto had shifted into a bear market
and didn't expect that to change in the foreseeable future.
Still, Monday affords
premieres of a couple of films that are anticipated as potential and
significant sales items. The Wrestler stars Mickey
Rourke in a comeback performance (he received actor honors at the
recently concluded Venice fest) of a man trying to reconnect with his
daughter and learning that if he goes back into the ring in his present
physical condition, he will likely die. The word coming back from the
Lido is that it's a powerful albeit downbeat drama.
The other newbie
is Che, Steven Soderbergh's two-part portrait of the bygone
revolutionary (and coincidently the recipient of best actor honors for
Benecio del Toro in its Cannes debut). Rumors are that the filmmaker
has done considerable tinkering since the initial screening though the
festival brochure lists a running time (262 mins.) that corresponds
to the earlier festival incarnation. So, gets some sleep and report
back tomorrow.
Confessions:
Day One
Confessions:
Day Two
-
Leonard Klady