March 20, 2007



















"It is unimaginable, at present, for a young person who wants to make a short film to go to a producer and say: 'alright sir, I don't know what to make, I don't know what cinema is but I want to make a film.' Any responsible filmmaker must say that, it is the truth. "
-- Pedro Costa



March 18, 2007

Zita, Zita...
Geny, Geny...
Nhurro, Pango, Yuran, Chumbito, Nhurro...
Climax, Climax...
Fly, Fly...
Blondie, Blondie...
Vanda, Vanda...
Paulo, Paulo...
da Luz, da Luz...
Nuna, Nuna...
Fatima, Fatima...
Lena, Lena...
Emilia, Emilia...
Lento, Lento...
Ventura, Ventura...
Yuran, Yuran...
Nando, Nando...
Carla, Carla (imprisoned for Knorr cubes!)...
.No quarto da Vanda.

March 13, 2007

CAREFULLY!

"But then, what else happens? 1619, you've got white slaves and you've got black slaves. You have the first representative assembly that takes place as modeled on the corporation, but it is attempt at democratic elections, the first representative assembly. They gathered July 30, 1619. They cancelled August 4, because it got too hot. And thirteen days later, here comes the boat with the first Africans. And at that time, slavery was not racialized.
"You had white slaves and you had black slaves.
But the white slaves, you look on the register, 1621, they had names like James Stewart and Charles McGregor. But you look on the right side and you see negro, negro, negro, negro. So even before slavery became a perpetual and inheritable structure of domination that would exploit the labor of Africans and devalue their sense of who they were and view their bodies as an abomination, you already had the black problematic of namelessness. White supremacy was already setting in as another dominant ideology to ensure that these working people do not come together.
"It's a creation of different worlds, so that the de facto white supremacist segregation that would be part and parcel of the formation of the American Empire would constitute very different worlds and constitute a major challenge to what it means to be a leftist in America from 1776 up until 1963, given the overthrow of American apartheid, which took place in the ’60s"
-Cornel West, 2007


Clarity. Psychology. Logic.
"Now there's one modern day lie that we want to attack and then move on very
quickly and that is the lie that says anything all black is bad. Now, you’re all
a college university crowd. You’ve taken your basic logic course. You know about
a major premise and minor premise. So people have been telling me anything all
black is bad. Let’s make that our major premise. Major premise: Anything all
black is bad. Minor premise or particular premise: I am all black.
Therefore...
I’m never going to be put in that trick bag; I am all black
and I’m all good, dig it. Anything all black is not necessarily bad. Anything
all black is only bad when you use force to keep whites out. Now that’s what
white people have done in this country, and they’re projecting their same fears
and guilt on us, and we won’t have it, we won't have it. Let them handle their
own fears and their own guilt. Let them find their own psychologists. We refuse
to be the therapy for white society any longer. We have gone mad trying to do
it. We have gone stark raving mad trying to do it. "
-Stokely Carmichael,
1966



Different worlds, still, as according to the FBI (Kwame Ture)


Careful! - Wu Tang Clan

Somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum...
Yo somethin in the street went, BANG BANG
Makin it hard for you to do your THANG THANG
Clarity -- tracking shot. Wu Tang versus "Mr. Spectacle".
"Naggers got guns! Naggers got guns! Naggers got guns!" --Bobby Seale imitating police reaction to one of the first Black Panther community patrols in Oakland, California. (from AK Press released recording of rally in 1968).

Syringes, rubber bands, needles, the 60's...

film: Murder of Fred Hampton: mock trial.
this was the real life trial of Fred Hampton, carried out by Chicago police and FBI:





I put a spell on you, Nina Simone: shot counter shot.



references:
( "What it Means to be Leftist in the 21st Century" -- Cornel West)
( "Black Power" -- Stokely C.)

February 27, 2007

JULY TRIP

Waël Noureddine:

When the last war began, I was far away, in my house in Paris. I just wanted one thing: to return to Beirut as soon as possible and to start to shoot, they were historical moments. This film had become for me the essential film: to film to prevent the repetition in loop of the story, and create a bank of images for future generations. I never understood why there were so few films directed during the war in Lebanon. Except some rare films, nothing remains of this time. The war however needed more attentions. (September 2006)

[July Trip is a documentary essay shot in Lebanon during the last war in July 2006. Filmed in 16 mm and HDV, this film is more an essay than a documentary. Using connections between video and cinema, Wael Noureddine tells of the repercussions of the last war in Lebanon. The film plunges us in a universe in war: the images shot in 16mm sublimate a tension, frightening because of the lack of sound. An incipit in silence, almost a reference made to all the noises caused by the bombs, by the explosions, which will follow to this unconventional beginning. More than to give us his version of the war in Lebanon, the director suggests to us keys of reading throughout film. What does one have to think about the foreign journalists, who put themselves in scene in front of the camera? They remain bits of humanity behind the cameras which pile up in front of a corpse in rigor mortis?Do we really share this tabloid information and these scoops which relax us so much sitted on our sofas IKEA? Wael Noureddine does not formulate answers to all these questions, but lets the images and sound go on to make us become aware of our manipulation, of "a true" reality which hides behind the television news of the 20:00. We travel through the South of Lebanon, diverted by a torn landscape: a limpid sky, a blue sea, make this contrast even heavier. The Mediterranean sea, heart of civilization, was trapped by a too "human" history, nature seeks to rebel while making us weigh his beauty, the human "work" being, on the other hand, "monstrous". The repercussions of the war are there in front of our eyes, so present that we would like to go up on this boat with Europeans and come back home.](from the Mediterranean Films website)




February 25, 2007

for Akasaka Diasuke...

...reverse shot ... ?

"Normal conversation! Family atmosphere!"

With a floppy hat on but with no one around (my writing desk) I say the same thing as Peter Falk...normal conversation, family atmosphere!

If cinephilia is a history of stubborn orphans and elected families (Daney) I've been blessed with good aunts, uncles and cousins. Past contributions to Kino Slang have made the thing worthwhile to me; now and in the future I'd like to intensify this in the interest of polemics, contrapuntuality; if not that, then at least sprightliness (you bastard! such words about a blog! it's only words and images put together!). John Gianvito's film image and the below series on Cassavetes by my compatriot
Charles Leary are steps in this direction. Charles has done incredible work for the William K. Everson website and he continues to write on Cassavetes, among others.

-andy r.

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“It’s a tradition. Actresses get slapped. It’s a tradition.”
– Manny (Ben Gazzara), Opening Night



John Cassavetes runs through scene in Ben Carruthers’ place, with Jacqueline Walcott. Shadows (1959)


Bobby Darin and Marilyn Chambers. Too Late Blues (1961)


Slap to bring her back from the dead; Seymour Cassell and Lynn Carlin, Faces (1968)











"You're not the first guy to ever punch his wife out." Ben Gazzara, Meta Shaw, Lorraine MacMartin John Cassavetes, Peter Falk in Husbands (1970)



Cassavetes engages the whole body in motion for the force of a slap of Rowlands. Rowlands: “The secret is that the person who’s doing the hitting is in the foreground and he pulls his hand back to the camera. It’s not the forward motion of the slap you see. His hand doesn’t touch you but, as it looks like he’s hitting you, you have to snap your head back. At the same time, what I did was an old stage trick of clapping my hands loudly. You don’t need that on film because you can always put the sound in…the crew threw down the lights and anything else they were holding and rushed and grabbed John by both arms.” (from Judith Christ, ed., Take 22; also recounted on DVD commentary). Minnie and Moskowitz (1971).
In the 1983 draft of the screenplay for Love Streams, upon the arrival of Sarah (Rowlands) at Robert’s (Cassavetes) home, the following takes place:

ROBERT: I hate the word love. When someone says I love you, that means they want to kill you.
SARAH: If I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead, because I still have my magical powers. And I never do it with a knife or a gun.
The boy has been watching, taking it all seriously.
Robert lunges at Sarah, and she throws him down to the ground in a shot. Robert springs to his feet.
ALBIE (screams) Dad!
Robert moves to her and slaps her across the face. It's a fake slap; something they have done a thousand times before. Sarah gets up.
SARAH: I need a drink. Just one. I'm trying to stay balanced.



“See what you made me do!” Peter Falk rehearses the scene with Cassavetes, taking Rowlands’ in A Woman Under the Influence (1974)




Another rehearsal, Cassavetes slapping Falk as Mario Gallo discretely looks on.




Cassavetes demonstrates (for Falk) the slapping of Rowlands atop the couch, as Cassavetes’s parents, Fred Draper, and Eddie Shaw look on.



Before we know what is happening, Rachel (Azizi Johari) slaps an auditioning dancer. The Killing of a Chinese Bookie (1976)



While Manny asks Myrtle on the phone, “What’s wrong with being slapped?” he is also annoyed by his wife Dorothy’s pantomime and asks her to stop. She (Zohra Lampert) mimics a punch (slap) to her face, making a noise of contact with her mouth, and falls limp to the bed. Opening Night (1977) .



“I’m gonna bury that bastard.”



First, Gloria (Rowlands) slaps “the sissy” (Gaetano Lisi) then braces herself for his counter. Gloria (1980)

The tradition runs its course, and this is the last slap in a Cassavetes film.

This piece is by Charles Leary.

February 21, 2007


Profit motive and the whispering wind
Communiqué from John Gianvito! this image from his latest film...

February 10, 2007

Luc Moullet part one...

In preparation for an upcoming, yet-to-be solidified, roundtable discussion on Luc Moullet, here are two of his early critical pieces for Cahiers du cinéma. I have not found any further information on La Punition, the first film under consideration, but no matter, Moullet's article still has many interesting ideas, and also serves to remind that, at it's inception Cahiers was officially called: Cahiers du cinéma, Revue mensuelle du cinéma et du télécinéma.



YOU COULD SEE LA PUNITION THREE OR FOUR TIMES

La Punition (Jean Rouch, 1962)


From French television viewers to specialists in cinema verite, nearly everyone has condemned La Punition as a kind of cinema lie. Their attitude is unjustified because it confuses three very different elements: film, truth, and cinema verite. For example, we have no right to say that La Punition is bad because it's untrue (Rossif's documentaries are true, but look at the result), or because it's not real cinema verite (neither is The Rules of the Game), or because its director or, more precisely, its producer (and who should we believe if they disagree?) might incorrectly claim it is. In such a case it would have been enough if they had said nothing, or were from a place (Afghanistan) or time (1909-1914) forgotten by interviewers, for the film to be considered good. The truth of La Punition isn't apparent without the active participation of the television viewer, who in talking or doing the dishes while trying to watch the film, fails to comply, fails to participate. This is not the kind of passivity that a nerve-wraking dramatic intrigue forces you into. The audience has to actively interpret the film to understand at which level of truth the film situates itself. If we relax our attention, we lose the sense of the film. It's possible to watch La Punition three or four times without it ever being the same film. Even if it were eight hours long, it would be equally compelling. In this light, it seems rather unnecessary to cut six or eight minutes out of La Punition, simply to broadcast the full version of Cuba Si! afterwards. Here we have an exciting film devoid of eroticism and accessible to everyone, which would shatter box office records if the French didn't prefer, in place of simple, direct cinema (La Punition, Adieu Philippine, Procès de Jeanne d'Arc), the preciocity of indirect cinema(Melodie en sous-sol, La Grande Evasion, La Guerre des boutons), whose useless digressions, dullness, and repetitiveness in the end reflect purely commercial values. Such values enable viewers to turn their attention from films in which a handful of powerful scenes leave lasting impressions on minds no longer required to confront the disturbing reality of unadorned facts.

Luc Moullet, Cahiers du cinema, May 1964
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A WESTERN WITHOUT INDIANS

Rio Bravo (Howard Hawks, 1959)
Luc Moullet


I hate westerns. That's why I adore Rio Bravo. The genre annoys me because, although the sentiments it portrays are admirable, they are almost always based on principle rather than fact. What little directing exists is concerned with something other than itself --personal problems, politics, technique. It denies the spirit of the true western and presents its opposite: emphasis, decorum, lyricism.Yet, Rio Bravo is pretty much the opposite of Johnny Guitar. There's nothing intrinsically poetic about the film although the end result is a kind of poetry. As always with Hawks the rules of the game are respected, at least until that moment when the director has hadenough. Rio Bravo is an extremely original film in that it's a western about confinement in which there are no Indians, landscapes, or chase scenes. It does something rare in rediscovering the essence of the genre, but it does so in this rather remarkable way (whereas Red River and Big Sky arrive at the same result without breaking with tradition). Rio Bravo brings to mind a thriller like To Have and Have Not or a meldrama, like Barbary Coast. So why did Hawks make this western? Because it enabled him to present actions that are not ordinarily seen in our everyday world, by beings outside of nature. I'm not a sheriff, or Angie Dickinson, or a pharaoh; neither are you.Yet Hawks shows us that the appeal of such individuals is unrelated to what we might expect ( the world of adventure, the extraordinary).Hawks the classicist has always rejected these values, satirized them, ridiculed them, even ignored them in The Thing. Yet he also accepts the everyday: a man is a sheriff the same way he's a laborer or a subway conductor. There are plenty of gunshots in Rio Bravo, but none of them real, none of them have any true dramatic value. The incessant gunfights end up only becoming monotonous, and they eliminate all suspense. Each repeated gesture cancels its predecessor. And Wayne's blase intelligence, far from contemplating the act, somehow immediately grasps the range of possible consequences. How Wayne does this is a question of telepathy, similar to the way Hawks' previous heroes had eyes in the back of their head.

Luc Moullet, Cahiers du cinema, July 1959

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Two very good short articles on Moullet, on occasion of the recent travelling Moullet retrospective, one by Chris Fujiwara, "Mineral Cinema", and one by Sam Adams, "Funny Strange-Ha: The Not-Quite-Right Comedy of Luc Moullet".

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If anyone has information about La Punition, please do tell. And if anyone is interested in the Moullet roundtable, please don't hesitate to email me.

This is the 100th post at Kino Slang. Russian proverb: "It is not the horse that draws the cart, but the oats." Thank you friends, for everything.

yours,
andy


"The contemporary world has lost the secret of the ancients. Recall the well-known serenity of antique statuary. Our smile is forced. We look for complictations."
(25 December 1963, J.-L. Godard)


February 4, 2007

LOVE REGULARLY (on Garrel's REGULAR LOVERS)


Les Amants de...

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New Babylon...They Live By Night
Commune...Depression
"We work for ourselves, not for the bosses..."
"Banks, that us."



"If you get loaded and act the clown, be the laughing stock of all the town, it's your red wagon..."


Les Amants réguliers

Regular Lovers
"Gunshot Dreams"
"You're with real people now"


...crime story...


"Riot cop, under your uniform you too are jobless."
(graffiti from the anti-CPE uprising in France, Feb.-April 2006)

"All films about crime are about capitalism, because capitalism is about crime." (Abraham Polonsky in Red Hollywood)

...love story...






Love and crime, two poles among revolution.

Love stories have to include crime stories in a certain society.

"This boy and this girl were never properly introduced to the world we live in ."
(They Live By Night, Nicholas Ray, 1949)

We can see about love and crime in Mizoguchi too, especially in the 30's. Almost all of them have to do with the class struggle through love. Love is either reified -- love doused in the icy water of egotistical calculation, nothing but a process through which people are turned into things, a process Mizoguchi shows as clear as the Osaka day -- or it is the door to consciousness, resistance, revolt -- Tokai Kokyogaku (Mizoguchi, 1929): Osome, a waitress at a cafe has been in love with Harukichi, son of a company president, but is shocked to learn that he has become engaged to Reiko, the daughter of a bank president. Osome tries to confront Harukichi about the matter, but he will have nothing to do with her. She later meets Genzo, a childhood playmate. Genzo tells her that their hometown, a fishing village, has deteriorated on account of the company (Harukichi's). Genzo's life is complete poverty and he has come to the big city to avenge the rich.




Lovers in the revolution and of the revolution, why else would you make revolution, if you want to make revolution?

Above, 1792, Jean-Joseph Bomier (Edmund Ardisson) dies in the arms of Louison (Nadia Sibirskaïa) in La Marseillaise (Renoir, 1938).


Renoir said about Marie Antoinette: "quite simply (she was) very stupid, really an idiot. All her adventures were grotesque: her constant compromising, her pre-romanticism, her unbridled waste, and the story of the necklace and the Trianon and running the silk manufacturers of Lyons out of business, because she wanted her undergarments made only from fine linen and said so, proclaimed it, and waged war on silk. Not that I like silk, but many people lived off it, and needed royal publicity to sell it."

In La Marseillaise, Renoir has Antoinette always bitterly affected, harrassed and harassing, stung by her own insatiability, a frigid enforcer of royal code and appearances (she is brilliantly played by Lise Delamare). Her only love scene is with this man, of the Royal Guard, just before the Marseillais storm the palace:




Royal Guard: "It is best to allow them to force the gates. Once the rebels are inside, a volley from our guns must destroy the majority. Should some survive, or our gunners be won over,
our best men occupy windows overlooking the yard in a position to effect a crippling fire. We may expect, with luck, few assailants to escape our trap alive."

Marie Antoinette: "We must keep right on our side. By entering the yard they will avow their insubordination."


The Royal Guard at the gates are won over, not by the guns of the rebels, but by fraternity and common enemy. This is also the story of New Babylon (Trauberg/Kosintzev, 1929), people going to the other side; Jean, a Versailles soldier, deserts the army which is suppressing the Paris Commune. He is brought to consciousness by conditions ("no more milk!") and by his lover, Louis (Elena Kuzmina, pictured above). But Jean comes to consciousness too slowly, too late. He walks as slow as anyone ever has walked in the cinema, across the cobblestones, all his fellow deserters, horses even, pass him by. He'll be forced at gunpoint to bury his freshly executed lover in the mud: the massacre of the Communards. She is dead and the Commune goes with her, but the film ends in chalk: VIVE LA COMMUNE.

Did François (Louis Garrel), the young disaffected poet of Les Amants réguliers, go to the other side? The other side of his bourgeois origin towards revolutionary unity against capital (in the events of May '68)? Or did he desert, go to the other side, against the revolution, in opium smoke? In the final section of the film, indicated by a title card "The Sleep of the Just", he goes to an other side; his lover Lilie leaves him and he dies. A cop is the last one to touch François as he takes François's pulse, then steps back into the darkness.

Existence opens and closes with iris shots. An iris shot opens up to the riot police, readying themselves for a confrontation with the students on the barricades. Later, François, barely discernable at the barricades, just manages to escape the cops and, covered in ash from the fires, looks for a place to hide. He goes to the apartment of a family member and tells her, in her plain quiet apartment, what's been happening. It's the chief bit about the events of May '68 that François expresses in the film: "the police, they're real bastards...they hit women...". Chris Marker explained this in his documentary film Le Fond de l'air est rouge. This realization was repeated again and again, almost like theatre; students in the US and France, not accustomed to seeing the repressive State apparatus are given a naked display of it when they act up: suddenly, its not in books -- "this shit really exists!". François, still covered in ash, takes a bath and the iris slowly closes in, perhaps closing this chapter of his existence as a revolutionary actor (if we consider him one).

Earlier in the film, when he was being primed to join the barricades, evading military service and being put on trial for doing so, we see that even a certain playing by the rules of the game does nothing for François. During trial, François's lawyer evokes the importance of French poets in an attempt to garner sympathy for the boy and his role in society as a poet, to excuse him from service. This scene has been interpreted as pure comedy, absurd, but the lawyer is sincerely doing his job in an attempt to appeal to the judges, basically on nationalistic grounds (certainly not poetic ones). It's tragic. The judge's response to the appeal is startling: "Rimbaud and Baudelaire can go to prison". No cultural preservation here, things are a little different by 1968. This judge is no Lestingois.

Gabe Klinger has linked Garrel's film to Renoir's "everyone has their reasons" approach to point of view, and indeed Renoir's "regularness" in regards to grand events, and grandeur in regards to small events, has echo in Les amants réguliers . Neither filmmaker judges their characters. That said, I have to wonder aloud about the meaning of this scene that Gabe describes:

"Garrel and screenwriters Marc Cholodenko and Arlette Langmann are optimistic in their portrayal of the relationship between state and individual. In another late scene, a notary and a detective visit the house of François's rich friend Antoine to collect a bill. The two officials look around at the bohemian setting, and instead of acting suspicious or snobby, they engage the two youths in an affectionate dialogue about the future."

Affectionate is the perfect word for this scene, and it's a bit of relief from the threat of the authorities that looms over the rest of the film. Affection is essential, but people never quote the first part of Renoir's "...everyone has their reasons..." and that is: "the terrible thing is....everyone has their reasons." It is the notary and the detective who are affectionate: they know they're getting paid (unlike the judge at François's trial, just before May '68). They are bemused about their surroundings because the friend is rich, the bill will be paid.

Antagonisms are now gone but I would hesitate to call this optimistic; the flame is extinguished. Though, there is an open flame referred to constantly as François and his rich friend smoke opium. No telling how much time has passed. Defeat is in the air, as is poetry, and almost as heavily. Defeat is easy to come by today; poetry, not so easy.

Garrel: "You know, every cent in Les amants réguliers has come from the political left, even though it's a production funded by private and public money. (...) It had to be that way. There was no way you could tell this story that offers a radically left perspective with right-wing money."

If it's hard to tell how much time has passed in the film, it's because historic events are seldom referred to after the barricades are shown in the first 1/3rd of the film. Like in the other great film of 2006, Colossal Youth, historical events are buried beneath presence and light, passing far below the matter of the film, but always there. And, as in Colossal Youth, clothing plays a major role in Les amants réguliers. Post-barricades, François's clothing remains exactly the same, Lilie's too, though certainly, at least months are passing. In Colossal, Ventura's change of clothes is one thing we notice as an indication of an historical jump back, up to 25 years back. But these changes, or lack of changes, are the least simple thing about these movies. Colossal, which ends up being the more narrative of the two films, is also the more documentary of a film, with Ventura and the testaments he hears becoming historical events in and of themselves, as the stories of those excluded from history and the present, and visually, as presences burning themselves into the pixels (to paraphrase Michael Sicinski). In Les amants réguliers, the lack of change in clothes purifies the love story, which Garrel wishes to be classical (comparing it to The Charterhouse of Parma by Stendhal).

Love is difficult to speak about; which is why this post goes on like this... Les amants réguliers is a love story. The lovers in Regular Lovers don't meet like Keechie and Bowie in They Live by Night (Les Amants de la nuit), innocently among very guilty criminal conditions into which they were born (the Depression, a criminal catatrophe of capitalism which Gabriel Kolko says is upon us again). They don't meet like Mizoguchi's lovers, through bosses (or through workers for that matter). They don't meet like the revolutionary actors in Renoir's La Marseillaise, with historic tasks (though perhaps Marseillaise's way of loving is similar to Regular Lovers, if inverse: where Garrel's regular lovers barely cross history, in La Marseillaise, history barely crosses the lovers -- both are un-articulated loves). It's certainly not the ecstatic overthrow of an old kind of love for a new kind of love, as in New Babylon. Garrel's lovers meet at a mild get together like nameless people.

So what is it, aside from regular love and a bit of history, because surely this film is tremendously overwhelming? The music (piano accompaniment to invisible planes) and sound (intimist) are fantastic, the photography must be the finest black and white photography in 20 years (shot by Willy Lubtchansky). What else exactly? Hard to say.

There is something the cinema is capable of (Garrel said it: "Cinema is only mise en scene"), it is essentially made of it: the terror of sudden absences and appearances, dreams and bodies materialized, flesh, the weight of silence, gravity over time -- the things of lovers. A physics of love which all cinema is linked to, if it thinks, anyhow. Garrel shows existence and time, therefore politics, through regular lovers.

"Freedom is the crime that contains all crimes. It is our ultimate weapon."
(May '68 graffiti)


























































January 20, 2007

Andi Engel on Straub/Huillet

I have been searching for a copy of the magazine ENTHUSIASM, No. 1, 1975, for about 5 years. I'm still searching. UCLA had it once, but in the digitalization of their library it has been temporarily lost. It's there somewhere but no one knows how it exists. It took me a year to figure out that this magazine only ran one issue, but I knew this one issue entirely focused on Straub/Huillet, including two very precious interviews with them in English.  (Update: 12 years on from this post, ENTHUSIASM No. 1, 1975 has been made available HERE.)

Wolf André Oleg 'Andi' Engel was the kind of man to invent a magazine (ENTHUSIASM) and a distribution company (POLITKINO) in order to spread the ideas and cinema of Straub/Huillet. He was also the kind of man to make issue Number 2 of ENTHUSIASM 30 years after the fact of Number 1. In those intervening 30 years Engel created the distribution company ARTIFICIAL EYE with his wife Pamela Balfry -- one of the most important distributors of world cinema anywhere. I can easily choose one film I may have never seen if ARTIFICIAL EYE didn't exist: THE APPLE by Samira Makhmalbaf (1997). DVD distributors in the US still haven't mustered the courage to release this dynamically realist film by the then 17 year-old Samira.

Andi Engel passed away on December 26th 2006. For a fittingly storied obituary, there's Colin MacCabe's in the Independent (dead link). Below I offer Engel on Straub/Huillet (from: SECOND WAVE: NEWER THAN NEW WAVE NAMES IN WORLD CINEMA, Andi Engel. Studio Vista, Movie Paperbacks 1970. )


-A.R.



Jean-Marie Straub by Andi Engel

To write about Jean-Marie Straub's (sic) four German films (Machorka Muff, 1962, Nicht Versöhnt , 1965, Chronik Der Anna Magdalena Bach, 1968, and Der Brautigam, die Kömödiantin und der Zuhalter, 1968) for someone who perhaps saw his films but could not understand, or only partly understand, the German dialogue is a bit embarrassing for me, because I feel I have to mention some basic things which if mentioned in an article for German readers would make me sound like a pompous schoolmaster.

Jean-Marie Straub's first four films are sound films and the dialobue is spoken in German. This does not seem to be an important statement, but it is, because most of the films made today are not sound films, but silent films with added dialogue and sound effects. They are only called sound films by general agreement. Not so Straub's films: in his films the sound effects, the dialogue, and the music are as important as the picture track. (Alberto Moravia about Nicht Versöhnt : 'We find ourselves confronted with a film, where the auditory element is as important as the visual.') Furthermore, the sound is no illustration of the picture and the picture is no illustration of the sound, but sound and picture form an entity. He has pushed his films to such an extreme, that if you take something away, for instance, the music, you no longer have a film; take the dialogue away and you have not a silent movie but nothing. And that applies not only to the sound, the cutting and the length of the sequences. I am sure too, that if you were to see his first colour film Othon (in 1970) in a black-and-white print, again it would not be a film.

So my problem is to write about films which most of my readers will not be able to see as an entity, though things are a bit easier with the Bach film, because here Straub was forced by a distributor to make an English version. But this naturally can only be a variation on the theme and not a proper transformation, even more so as in the original the German of Bach's time is used. The attempt to use old-fashioned English is not a satisfactory solution. Which brings us to translations in general . If you push the discussion to an extreme, you arrive at the conclusion that one should only read and listen to languages one can understand, because every translation is a betrayal, as much a betrayal as scientific articles in daily papers, which give the non-professional reader the impression that he too knows something about the latest research achievements in physics. No, translations are sedatives.

Important films are always multi-layered, meaning not only that different people see different films -- that is also the case with stupid or boring films -- but that the single person can see different levels of a film. Usually the easiest way to discover these is by seeing a film more than once. And surely it is one of the possible and desirable tasks of an introductory article, like this, to point out some of the different levels which a spectator might not see right way.

I think that Straub's films are very open to the viewer, and are really militant statements against what I would call the "Eeyore" attitude, towards films which is tremendously popular among "knowledgeable" film buffs: "The old grey donkey, Eeyore, stood by himself in a thistly corner of the forest, his front feet well apart, his head on one side, and thought about things. Sometimes he thought sadly to himself, 'Why?', and sometimes he thought, 'Wherefore?', and sometimes he thought, 'Inasmuch as which?' -- and sometimes he didn't quite know what he was thinking about.' I imagine that it would be helpful to mention three important though obvious things about his films. These are: their political impact, their simplicity, and their honesty.

a) Political Impact
Straub is a political man, which means that he knows he has to fight if he wants things to change. So, as he is a purposeful man, too, his films are political films, that is, they are his weapons in his (and our) struggle for change. Therefore his statement that the Bach film is his contribution towards the liberation fight of the Vietnamese people is not as idiotic or fashionable as most of the German press believed, or wanted their readers to believe, because like the guerilla fighter, Straub does what he thinks he has to do and, maybe more important , he does it the way he thinks he can do it best.

b) Simplicity 
Film needs still (in spite of all protests and attacks) immediate recognition by the audience. It has been often remarked how cool and how detached the public finally is about Straub's work, but this is to misunderstand him completely because he himself says: "I react like Rivette and believe that film still only -- let's say it -- depends on fascination and that it touches people. And it touches them deeply if it depends on fascination, which is the contrary of detachment." As film needs this spontaneous acknowledgement, it cannot be too complicated, too longwinded -- like literature for instance. (As I have pointed out, this doesn't mean that film cannot be complex or have several levels.) The subject, the moral or whatever a filmmaker wants to get over to his audience, has to be quite simple, because everything has to be understood by the viewer in a much shorter time than for instance the same person would have while reading an article. So the most important thing about the films of Jean-Marie Straub is that here a very deep and thinking man succeeds in presenting his view of things in the simplest possible way to the people. Here simplicity triumphs. If you look at his first two films, Machorka Muff and Nicht Versöhnt , you really think, if you stare very hard that you can see through to the screen, like a watercolour painting, where you see the paper. If you take anything, one minute detail away from any Straub film, you can see how the whole thing crumbles under your fingers. And there is no higher praise to be given to any work, than to say that everything that is not necessary has been cut out.

c) Honesty
All four films were recorded with direct sound, which was, at the time of his first film, 1961, more startling than it is today, when even a filmmaker like Roman Polanski, who used direct sound for the first time in Rosemary's Baby, says that now he is not sure whether one can any longer make films without direct sound. Anyhow, before Straub decided that he wanted -- come what may -- direct sound in his films, he had not heard of the Leacock/Pennebaker films. But he knew and loved the early sound films of Jean Renoir and Robert Flaherty. "The most beautiful films which exist are the first sound films of Renoir and not only because they all speak with this nice accent from the south of France, but because they are made with direct sound. For me one of the ten greatest films is La Nuit du Carrefour by Renoir, the thriller after the story by Simenon, whcih is also one of the greatest thrillers there is -- I agree with Godard completely...This sound of the first talkies is for me the best of all existing sound in films. A film like Man of Aran was something that impressed me most then. And Toni and La Chienne, and La Voix Humaine or Miracolo by Rossellini. In La Voix Humaine you can hear the dolly. That's beautiful! But you should not pursue that idea systematically, like some bloody intellectuals who would say: 'I'm going to let the audience hear the noise of the dolly, so that they realize that they are seeing a movie.' But if you have got it on the track, then you are not allowed to deceive. The idea to use direct sound above all came also out of the Bach project, because there it was clear to me that the whole film would only make sense if one recorded everything together with the images. And the other projects grew out of the Bach film." But this spleen, as most people thought -- "they thought I was mad" -- in wanting to use direct sound and not the usual, lazy and secure dubbing method didn't help him to find money for his projects. For instance,when he asked the producer Rob Houwer for money for Nicht Versöhnt , he got the answer: "No, not with direct sound, because then you will come afterwards and say you are unhappy about the sound and that you want to dub the whole ting. And that costs me double the amount." To which the proud and stubborn Straub answered: "If you want me to, I'll sign a statement here and now, that I'm not going to be unhappy." But However said no.

Besides the fact that Straub thinks it is boring to film people who just move around without at the same time recording the sound, it is a matter of honesty for him. Language is our most important means of communication. Therefore he treats speech very carefully, and it is not an obsession -- as some critics have said -- but a necessity. Necessity, because he does not show Bach -- how could he? -- but a young musician called Gustav Leonhardt who plays Johann Sebastian Bach in a feature film by Jean-Marie Straub. And we see the man Leonhardt in costumes and wig playing the organ music by Bach. Straub therefore is not only honest towards his public but -- even rarer in the film business -- honest towards the people who work with him in his films. That is also the reason why he does not use professional actors in his films, because actors are trained to stop being themselves and to try to slip into a fictional figure, which anyway they very seldom bring to life. The usual attitude of traditional filmmaking with perhaps the exception of the American musical is one of deceiving the public. "But nobody is going to see that! Nobody is going to detect that" were words Straub often heard from producers. Because average filmmaking is based on contempt for the audience, his honest startles and sometimes even confuses people.

What also could startle some people in the audience is the fact that Straub gets so near to them, because he treats them as equals and not as an unknown group of people who paid for their tickets and now have to be entertained. But in return he asks for their willingness to get involved, in the way demanded by Friedrich Schiller who said about beauty that it "addresses all the faculties of man, and can only be appreciated if a man employs fully all his strength. He must bring to it an open sense, a broad heart, a spirit full of freshness." But Schiller (and Straub, too) naturally knew the reality: "...the bitter anger of small minds against true energetic beauty? They reckon on finding therein a congenial recreation, and regret to discover that a display of strength is required to which they are unequal." And still there are people who have a very easy time enjoying Jean-Marie Straub's films. No, no, not the "workers and peasants", but the people who don't make their minds up before they go to see a film, whether they are going to like it or not. These are the "professional" cinema-goers, who have left the baroque cinema behind them and are able again to enjoy simplicity, and children, who are open and interested in anything new by definition. The Bach film is among other things a perfect and beautiful film for children.

In spite of his bitter struggle to make his films -- the script for the Bach film was finished in 1958 -- Straub was never dependent on a producer. This sounds paradox, but it is true. Straub and his wife, Daniele Huillet, kept their freedom by suffering almost inhuman working conditions. He was never paid for the work he did on his films, but he never accepted assignments, nor did he ever make any compromises towards a producer or the imaginary public. His films are not made to please. If they please, naturally he is delighted. The remarkable thing about Straub's films is that they are exactly the films he wanted to make. He would not have made the films differently if he had had more money. So Straub's anarchistic way of making films is the logical conclusion of a man who knows that "under capitalism...the means of production and the apparatus of distribution are controlled by private owners who run them at their discretion, driven by an urge for profit."

Henry Chapier described Nicht Versöhnt in Combat as "the only revolutionary film, which came out of Germany since the war." That's true. But one can go even further: Jean-Marie Straub is the only revolutionary filmmaker to have worked in Germany since the 'thirties.

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from WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO ORSON WELLES? by Joseph McBride.

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