November 2011 movies

Here are the reviews I wrote for the November issue of EL Magazine, which was distributed in Tokyo on Nov. 25. The movies open in Tokyo from late October to mid-November.

Another Year
Much has been made of Mike Leigh’s peculiar method of filmmaking, which has more to do with theater than the movies; especially the way he has his actors develop their characters organically over many months while writing dialogue that suits those characters. Whatever this method produces in terms of “realism” it mostly has the effect of preventing Leigh’s characters from turning into symbols. In his newest movie, the central couple, Tom and Gerri (Jim Broadbent, Ruth Sheen), have been happily married for almost fifty years. They are fulfilled in their work–he as a geologist, she as a therapist–have raised a well-adjusted son who loves them, and spend their leisure time tending to a vegetable garden allotment in London. There is no conflict in their lives, and the movie is formally episodic, so the dramatic thrust is provided by the people they know, people whose lives of desperation stand in stark contrast to theirs. Of these lonely people, who fans of Leigh’s will realize are something of an obsession with the director, Mary (Leslie Manville) stands out. Mary has worked with Gerri for years, and remains unattached as she enters middle age. She drinks too much and then frets in a dramatic fashion, and Tom and Gerri, who often entertain her at their home, listen and commiserate, sometimes at cross purposes. Some will find the couple patronizing, while others will simply conclude it’s all you can do with someone like Mary. While we may envy the happiness that Tom and Gerri enjoy, we don’t always like them. One of the only real plot lines in the movie, which spans an entire year, is Mary’s crush on Joe, the couple’s lawyer son, who looks upon Mary more as an aunt. When Joe brings home a steady girlfriend whom Tom and Gerri immediately adore, Mary, who happens to have dropped in unannounced, is devastated, though it’s only the audience that realizes this. The couple takes no notice of their friend’s pain, and later, when Gerri finds out about those feelings, she shuts Mary out, though Leigh doesn’t fully explain what actually triggered this resentment. The stilted “compassion” Gerri expresses can’t hide the sudden contempt she feels toward her colleague, and it’s as disturbing to the viewer as it is to Mary. To say this scene gives rise to complex emotions is an understatement: Mary, though sympathetic, is also insufferable. Though Leigh’s process has given rise to criticism that it makes for over-cooked performances–Manville is often just painful to watch–the main difficulty of his films is that they provide too much that’s familiar. If we don’t like his movies or his characters, it’s probably because we recognize in them what it is that we don’t like about ourselves. (photo: Untitled 09 Ltd., UK Film Council, Channel Four TV Corp.) Continue reading

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TIFF interviews

Here are links to the interviews I did for the Tokyo International Film Festival website. This year they wanted to concentrate on films in the Japanese Eyes section, for obvious reasons, but in any case the selection wasn’t that good. I had one extra opportunity to interview someone of my own choice and I asked for Michael Winterbottom, whose “Trishna” was shown previously at Toronto but had since been reedited, so the version in Tokyo was for all intents and purposes the world premiere of the movie the rest of the world will see. It’s an edited version of our conversation, and maybe later I will publish the whole thing, which is quite interesting. Right now I just want to get these up.

Michael Winterbottom, “Trishna”

Yasuaki Kurata & Takanori Tsujimoto, “Monster Killer”

Junko Kobayashi, “Between Today and Tomorrow”

Kyoshi Sugita, “A Song I Remember”

Juichiro Yamasaki, “The Sound of Light”

Shinju Sano & Erlan Nurmuhambetov, “The First Rains of Spring”

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November 2011 albums

Here are the albums I reviewed for the Nov. 2011 issue of EL Magazine, which was distributed in Tokyo last week.

Pull Up Some Dust and Sit Down
-Ry Cooder (Nonesuch/Warner)
Hard Bargain
-Emmylou Harris (Nonesuch/Warner)
Ry Cooder came late to composing. During his heyday in the late 60s and 70s he was a prized session guitarist (rumor has it, he was asked by Keith Richard to join the Stones, not once but twice) whose solo records were retro affairs. As far as I know Pull Up Some Dust and Sit Down is his first album of all self-written material, and the guy obviously learned a lot over the years. Much of the material Cooder used to cover was from the Great Depression, and these songs posit a second Great Depression with specific references to the president, though, to be fair, the POTUS he’s mainly referring to is Bush Jr. since he mentions Crawford, Texas by name. What’s impressive about Cooder’s writing is not so much that these songs sound credibly vintage (his well-weathered, often wacked-out singing voice make it possible) but that they’re brutal. He lets the financial community have it right between the eyes on “No Banker Left Behind,” and two songs about America’s penchant for overseas military adventures show no mercy at all. The thing is, they’re funny, too; in the way that antisocial 60s folksingers like Country Joe McDonald were funny. Cooder’s facility with every stringed instrument under the sun is just gravy, and his percussionist son Joachim provides able rhythmic assistance, especially on the upbeat rock numbers, which are so potent you wish Cooder would just do an entire album of them. (He also does norteno and straight blues here) But if he’s learned things from Woody Guthrie and Lieber & Stoller, on the hilarious “Simple Tools” he almost beats Randy Newman, a former employer, at his own game; well, let’s just say it’s Randy Newman if he decided to parody Jimmy Buffett. Emmylou Harris isn’t the sort of interpretive singer who’s likely to make fun of anybody, but in any case, she didn’t do much songwriting back in the 70s either. On her new album, she pens all the tracks except two, one of which is the title song, a Ron Sexsmith tune. However, Harris’s model is the blues-based singer-songwriters of the first rock era, including Dylan, only without Dylan’s mildly disarming sense of humor. Of course, no one is going to joke about Emmet Till or Katrina-destroyed New Orleans, and while Harris addresses these subjects with poise and passion, they have the effect of sounding like issues in search of a champion, and both, not to mention the more general tragedy of homelessness, another topic she tackles, have plenty of other, more articulate champions. Harris does better with subjects she’s close to, such as her brief time with Gram Parsons (“The Road”), and while the production may be too tasteful owing to the seriousness of her vision, the backing tracks by Jay Joyce and Giles Reaves honor the songs and the singer, who still sounds as composed as Cooder sounds pissed. Continue reading

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Media Mix, Oct. 23, 2011

Here’s this week’s Media Mix, which is mainly about Shukan Shincho’s reaction to health minister Yoko Komiyama’s comment that she thought it “strange” that full-time housewives received a special dispensation from paying pension premiums if their husbands are contributing to the kosei nenkin program. Some readers will understandably be confused by the column if they have no background into Japan’s knotty pension problem, so below I’ve provided some links to things I’ve written in the past about the topic.

On the pension waiver for housewives

On the planned overhaul of the pension system

On the 2004 DPJ plan for overhaul

On the social roots of the pension system breakdown

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BIFF Oct. 10

Guests say hello before "Wu Xia" screening

I finally got a chance to see a movie in the new cinema center. Actually, I think the multiplex theaters are better quality, at least in terms of movie-watching: the screens are larger and the seats more comfortable. This one had a stage, too, so the screen is recessed, and I thought the picture quality wasn’t as good as it would have been had it been shown in a multiplex. And this was definitely a multiplex sort of movie: Peter Chan’s “Wu Xia.” Unfortunately, the print that was shown was the one for commercial distribution in Korea, meaning it had no English subtitles, a fact that the organizers neglected to point out beforehand so a lot of journalists walked out as soon as they realized it. I stayed and enjoyed what I saw, even if the “detective story” didn’t make any sense to me. Though I would have to see it again with subtitles, either English or Japanese, in order to make a fair judgment, I think there’s a limit to the creative breadth that a martial arts movie can offer, even one as ambitious as this. The action requirements are so strict that even the most subtle characterizations and plot details get lost in the mayhem. “Wu Xia” is pretty impressive–for a kung fu movie. Continue reading

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BIFF Oct. 9

Mourning

Yesterday while working in the press center I was cornered by a perky young reporter from Hong Kong and her cameraman. They wanted my opinion on the new Cinema Center, as well as the festival’s general organization. This has happened to me before, at least twice, and I tend to say the same things, that the organization is probably as good as can be expected but that some things just don’t get done–like interview requests (we’re supposed to go through foreign press liaison, but I’ve only had success with them once in all my times coming here; now I just do what everyone else does, go directly to the source or their representative, even though it doesn’t matter this year because I’ve only got 600 words). As for the Cinema Center, I haven’t had time to explore it at any length, and apparently it isn’t finished. I don’t really like the way it looks; it’s institutional in an anachronistic way–all concrete and big windows. It doesn’t feel new at all. Continue reading

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BIFF Oct. 8

The Day He Arrives

When I told the foreign press liaison that my flight would be arriving at Busan at 9:30 p.m. she said the film festival counter at the airport might be closed by then, so could I please take a limousine bus on my own? No problem, I’ve done it many times before. What she didn’t seem to know, however, is that the last limousine bus into town leaves at 9:30. The counter, in fact, happened to still be open but the person there was less helpful than in the past. Though I’m not a “guest” in the technical sense, the festival has on occasion treated me as one, and if it were, say, five years ago I’m sure they would have put me in one of their official cars and taken me direct to the Grand Hotel. Not any more. She suggested I share a taxi with another stranded latecomer, a festival programmer from Los Angeles. The airport was swarming with drivers of “special” taxis, the ones that seem to overcharge but it’s difficult to tell. The guy that attached himself to us gave us a flat rate of 50,000 won, which is only about ¥4,500, a bargain by Tokyo standards, but a lot more than the bus, which is only 6,000 won.

I managed to make it to the hotel by 10:30, just in time for the opening reception party, which was being held there. Cars lined the little potholed-filled streets around the Grand and lots of rubberneckers filled the lobby snapping pictures with their cell phones of people I assume were movie stars, but I didn’t recognize any. The press liaison was waiting for me to make sure I could get into the party, since I hadn’t made any gesture about wanting to go. I usually don’t, but I was hungry and the 25,000 won taxi ride, as small in yen terms as it was, had put a sizable dent in my strict budget. Japan Times wasn’t paying much this year and finances are pretty dire in my household. I ate and drank more than my fill, and spent most of my time talking to a guy from Finland who programs something called the Antarctica Film Festival, the only one on the continent, apparently; news that I found unsurprising. Continue reading

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Media Mix, Oct. 2, 2011

photo: Kazuaki Nagata

Here’s this week’s Media Mix, which is about coverage of the Sept. 19 antinuke demonstration in Tokyo. That the column is next to a long interview with journalist Satoshi Kamata, who talks about the same thing, is more or less an accident of timing. Though I was aware the Kamata piece would be in the same newspaper I didn’t know the content. Still, I could have predicted it seeing that Kamata was one of the organizers of the demonstration and contributed at least one opinion piece to the Tokyo Shimbun. One of the points he made in that piece, though he only hinted at in the Japan Times interview, is that the mainstream media’s “low-key” coverage of the event is basically an insult to the people who demonstrated. A similar opinion was advanced in the same newspaper by attorney Ikuko Komchiya, who stated that the news value of the demonstration as shown by the number of people who showed up was denied by most of the media, which means the press ignored the way people “live in the world.” Both comments are to a certain extent as sentimental as the TV Asahi coverage I cited in the column, but there is an important difference. The TV Asahi coverage was presented on its morning wide show, where sentiment is acceptable. Elsewhere, in media that is ostensibly “serious,” sentiment is suspect. That may explain why NHK has yet to even run an in-depth feature on the demo. I expected to see something on “Closeup Gendai,” but so far NHK has chosen to ignore the demo. Except for Tokyo Shimbun and, to a lesser extent, the Mainichi and Asahi, coverage in newspapers was limited to the back-of-the-issue “society” page, which is usually reserved for what in the West are called human interest stories. So while sentiment has some news value, the implications of the people’s will in this case seems to have been slightly unsettling to the mainstream media, above and beyond whatever obligations they feel they have toward the government and the energy industry. Despair as expressed by individuals who are the vicims of official policy is OK to cover, but collective anger at such policies is not. This paradox deserves more and better analysis than I can give it at this particular moment. Maybe later…

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October 2011 movies

Here are the movies I reviewed for the October issue of EL Magazine, which was distributed in Tokyo last Sunday.

L’age de raison
Sophie Marceau is Margaret, a go-go executive for a French nuclear plant manufacturer who, whenever she suffers a loss of self-confidence, references strong women from history, like Joan of Arc and…Ava Gardner? Though ostensibly a comedy with lots of whimsical visual touches by director Yann Samuel, L’age de raison quickly descends into sentimental mush after a country notary who is disposing of an abandoned estate delivers to Margaret a package of letters that she wrote at the age of 7 to her future self. Confronted with her girlhood dreams she suffers a crisis of identity and starts to doubt what she’s turned into, but only for as long as it takes Marceau to exhaust her store of tantrum modes. One hopes all this self-reflection might lead Margaret to doubt her own career path–the name of her company, after all, is Pandora–but except for toughening her BF/colleague (Marton Csokas) to demand a higher safety standard from a Chinese client, there seems very little real effect on the direction of the good life she’s already got. (photo: Nord-ouest Films, France 2 Cinema, Artemis Prod., Rhone-Alpes Cinema, Mars Films) Continue reading

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October 2011 albums

Here are the CD reviews I wrote for the October 2011 issue of EL Magazine, which was distributed in Tokyo on Monday.

Mirror Traffic
-Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks (P-Vine)
Wild Flag
(Merge/Hostess)
Though the most emblematic band of the 90s was Nirvana, “alternative” indie rock proved to be a more substantial influence than the generic hard rock that grunge briefly resuscitated; and in that regard Pavement stands as the decade band with the most to offer. The group’s reunion last year enabled a full and shameless reconsideration of the 90s, and it’s to Stephen Malkmus’s credit that he paid no attention to it. Nevertheless, the tour’s effects can be felt on his latest album, which is closer in spirit to the collapsible pop of Pavement than any solo record he’s released since the first one. The songs are for the most part short, the melodies crisp and unfussy, the lyrics dashed off with humor and aplomb. And except for a couple of startling touches like the pedal steel on two songs, producer Beck manages to keep himself out of the equation. Stripped-down no longer can be mistaken for lo-fi, and what was once called slacker rock can now be more accurately described as an intuitive singer-songwriter connecting directly to his inspiration. Even a song as obviously tweaked as “Tigers,” with its plug-in choruses and shambling rhythm, contains little jolts of incomprehension (where did that come from?) and ends at the most unlikely juncture. Granted, a song with the title “Spazz” can’t help but come across as a willful construct of the old Pavement credo, and that guitar interlude in the middle feels more like something injected than inspired. The trajectory of Malkmus’s post-Pavement output has bent toward the instrumental component, so there’s no reason to think he can’t have it all. The reason Pavement was so successful is that Malkmus was able to keep calculation at bay. He truly gets by with doing what he wants, and the only real qualm I have with Mirror Traffic is that Janet Weiss in no longer a Jick. She’s back drumming with Carrie Brownstein, her old bandmate in Sleater-Kinney, another indie rock band that had a lot to do with making the 90s a more interesting decade than the 80s. Their new group, Wild Flag, which also boasts Mary Timony of Helium, owes even more to the spirit of the decade than the Malkmus album does. “Romance,” the opening cut of their debut album, sounds so much like an engineered throwback that it may turn you off. It doesn’t bode well that it was selected as the first single, but the deeper you get into the album, the more formidable the group’s postpunk flourishes become. Except for Weiss no one is a prodigy, but as a unit Wild Flag understands, like Malkmus, the importance of going with your gut. Brownstein’s Patti Smith and Joey Ramone impersonations sound spontaneous, and thus funnier and more affecting. The songs have a wigged-out quality that recalls the driving creative energy of the 70s, a decade that’s more difficult to emulate than the 90s. Continue reading

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