Friday, February 16, 2024

Film review: À Nous la Liberté (1931)

Something tells me Jacques Tati was a fan of this film, with its slapstick and its railing against the dehumanizing effects of modern technology.  It's probably most notorious because the film distribution company sued Charlie Chaplin because there are a couple of scenes in his later Modern Times (which is almost entirely a silent, even though it was released 4 years after this talkie) that are suspiciously similar.  The director, René Clair, refused to endorse the lawsuit as he was a huge Chaplin fan (and you can tell) and claimed to have been influenced originally by the man himself.  Like Modern Times, there are scenes in a prison (in fact, that's where this one begins) and involving an assembly line, but it's not like either was a rare thing in films of this era.  

Anyway, as I said, the film begins (and appears to be a silent film at first, something that might have been intentional, as Clair made his reputation as an innovative director of visually inventive silents, and was reputedly skeptical of the talkies) with convicts assembling wooden horse toys at a long wooden table.  


They sing as one, and if they don't sing a song with the title as part of the lyrics at this point, they do soon.  As they sing, one slightly chubby dark-haired convict 


winks to a shrimpier one across the table and he, after winking back, 


keeps jogging the arm of the weaselly-looking man next to him.  Eventually this annoys the man so much that a fight starts and the guards come rushing over, which is the cue for the dark-haired man (whose name, we find out later, is Louis) to pick up a metal hook off the floor and stuff it in his sock.  This is used later as a grappling hook in their (Louis and the shrimpy man, whose name is Emile) escape.  (As they were escaping Jami was trying to remember what other French prison-break movie we'd watched - she was thinking of either A Man Escaped or Army of Shadows).  Sadly, Emile gets stranded somewhere between the double walls but shouts encouragement to Louis and then leads the guards on a merry race, while Louis makes it out, accidentally knocks a bicycle racer off his bike 


and then equally accidentally, wins the race.  He gets caught up in the celebration until he sees a cameraman about to take his photo and scarpers.  We then follow Louis as he cleverly robs a clothes store till (by pretending to have been mugged while the proprietor was in the back looking for handkerchiefs) and somehow builds a record-player empire from scratch.


He also develops a production-line technology, and when Emile finally gets out, and is enjoying lounging around in a field, 


he is dragooned by some Gendarmes (work is MANDATORY) into working on it.  The rather dreamy Emile is smitten by a young woman who works at the front desk at the factory, 


whom we see is herself taken with another, much more strapping worker, and who is guarded by her ancient uncle, who administers kicks on the backside to any male who comes near her.  Various shenanigans take place until Emile and Louis are accidentally reunited.  Initially Louis pretends not to know Emile, then he tries to buy him off, but then he melts and they are as happy a pair as when first we saw them, 


when Emile stood on Louis's shoulders to saw through the bars (and to make the link, in both instances Emile accidentally cuts his wrist and Louis solicitously bandages it with a strip ripped off his handkerchief.) (Emile has a handkerchief, but it comes from the young woman, so he refuses to use it).  It turns out that Louis has made himself a man of high society, but that the people he is forced to consort with are horrible and his wife hates him and is having an affair with a snooty Lothario.  So, while we feel nervous for him with his old cellmate back in his life at a crucial moment in the expanse of his business (he is about to open a fully automated factory to make his latest model record player (which looks like a hatbox), 


he is clearly happier than he has been in years.

Until... Emile is leaving Louis's mansion after spending the night and he bumps into the weaselly man from the beginning, who puts two and two together...  That day Emile confesses his love for the young woman, and Louis tries to arrange a marriage (the uncle is happily on board, although the woman isn't) and at the end of the day Emile sets off to dine with uncle and niece, and Louis heads home to get ready for another fancy meal... only to find his butler tied up and a hoard of his old prison-mates singing lustily in one of his parlors.  He realizes instantly they've got him where they want him, because they've got photos of him in his convict days (many copies, so burning one set is no help)


(although, you'd think somebody would've put two and two together - he's not exactly hiding away, being one of the city's major movers and shakers), and from that moment on it's a race to see whether he gets put away or if he can grab some fistfuls of cash and do a runner.  I was actually pretty tense - I wanted him to get to keep some of the money he'd made.  But that's not the message of the movie.  There's a reason it's called after the song they sung happily in prison, when they had nothing but their friendship.  But hey, at least Louis gets to inaugurate his fully automated factory and (because he's got nothing to lose) transfer ownership to his employees, who now get to fish and dance and play cards as the machines do the work - it's a Marxist dream!



Thursday, February 15, 2024

A light dusting

Snow! Perhaps the last this Winter?



Everything went fine until we had to make the lake crossing:

 Frederick was fine, but I got a bootful of icy water:

Wednesday, February 14, 2024

Metamora Hadley






Tuesday, February 13, 2024

Jami's Docs O'the Week



White water at Holly Rec

Actually it's a light dusting of snow that's melted everywhere except on the thin layer of ice.




 

Monday, February 12, 2024

A trot round Seven Lakes

 At this time of year in years past we would be walking ON Seven Lakes, but this year there's barely any ice on the lakes at all.







Sunday, February 11, 2024

Another couch day for Frederick

Yesterday we went walking in the Hogbacks, and while it's got cold again, because of the balmy T-shirt weather of the past couple of days, there's no snow left.


Today, though, no walking.

 

Friday, February 9, 2024

Film review: Eastern Promises (2007)

 

David Cronenberg and John Carpenter have a lot in common.  In both cases, their best films are remakes of 50s horror classic with super-gross special effects added. But for some reason, Cronenberg has a more artsy-fartsy reputation.  Probably it has something to do with the fact that he made a film of The Naked Lunch, but more likely it's because his films tend to be rather humorless.  When you take yourself very seriously you challenge the audience either to laugh at you, or also take you seriously.  And in general, apart from The Fly (and perhaps Dead Ringers) I have been repeatedly disappointed by Cronenberg films.  Scanners wanders.  Videodrome is a mess (and verges on the boring, which is pretty unforgivable given its subject matter).  (Both of them have certain indelible images - for Scanners, the exploding head, for Videodrome the stomach tape-slot 


and perhaps that should have prepared us for the fact that this film has one great sequence.)  That said, I remember quite enjoying A History of Violence, which is the Cronenberg-Viggo Mortensen collaboration that precedes this one, and this one got almost universally good reviews at the time, so when I saw it on a list of "best films currently streaming on Max" (HBO as was) I picked our viewing for the night.  Well, now Jami is so mad at me that I may no longer be allowed to pick our Thursday night films.  Phrases such as "the worst film I've ever seen," and "the worst acting I've ever seen," and "worse than Cabin Boy," and "was this a Lifetime Movie?" were thrown around.  And while I believe those to be hyperbole, I have to admit that this film suffers from very poor writing and laughable cliches.  The film begins with two moments of violence.  A Russian man is killed by a Turkish barber in a London barbershop (by having his throat cut, graphic violence being Cronenberg's thing).  A young, heavily pregnant Russian woman goes into a London chemist, drops a pool of blood on the floor and passes out.  She is rushed to hospital, where we meet our heroine (Naomi Watts doing a creditable English accent, but given perhaps the worst writing of the whole film) who is a midwife who delivers a healthy baby girl, but alas the young woman (whose arms are covered with track marks) dies. Found on her person is a diary, written entirely in Russian, that Watts' Anna, whose dead father was Russian but cannot herself speak the language, takes home (violating all sorts of laws and moral codes, no doubt) so her uncle (who is played by the film writer (Roman Polanski's first film, Knife in the Water)/director (the Jeremy Irons film Moonlighting and recent sad donkey film Eo) Jerzy Skolimowsky) can translate it.  He initially refuses to (out of a concern for the privacy of the dead), so next day she goes to the address that is on a card tucked in the diary, which turns out to be a fancy club/restaurant, owned by what she takes to be a kindly old Russian man called Semyon (played very well by Armin Mueller-Stahl (not Russian - in this film Russians get played by Americans, Germans, French, English, Poles and Czechs - presumably no Russians wanted to take part given the unsavory picture of Russians presented)) who gives her amazing Borscht "just like my father used to make".  Of course it's immediately obvious that he's the criminal mastermind who, it transpires, was the father by rape of the baby she delivered (only because his hapless son was unable to do it, being "queer" - this film presents Russians both evil and sympathetic as crude racists and homophobes).  She is smart enough not to hand over the diary when he offers to translate it, or tell him her address, but not so smart that she doesn't make an appointment to come back the next day.  This is where we also meet Viggo Mortensen's chauffeur Nikolai, who is the right hand man of the aforementioned son, Kirill (played by French star Vincent Cassell, who is certainly not afraid to ham it up).  


Of course the Russians are running a prostitution/human trafficking ring, but while Nikolai clearly has deadly talents, and is adept at snipping off the fingers of corpses so they can't be tracked, he is also kindly and gets one of the prostitutes a route out of sexual slavery.  It turns out [major spoiler] that he is an FSB agent (this film would not have that plot today!) infiltrating the crime family, with contacts at the "Russian desk" of Scotland Yard (it is not clear if the contact is also FSB or is just willing to cooperate with them).  Even though this would be reason to have him killed by Semyon if found out, Semyon in fact sets him up to be killed (after doing the Russian Mob equivalent of making him a "made man" - this involves getting stars tattooed on your chest and knees) 


as a substitute for his own son.  Turns out the man killed at the beginning was killed at the behest of Kirill, who was trying to branch out on his own, but this man was Chechen and had brothers, who are now out to kill Kirill, but don't know what he looks like.  So Semyon arranges to have Nikolai meet with the Turkish barber who carried out Kirill's wishes at the start in a Finchley bathhouse.  And THIS is the most famous scene in the movie - Viggo Mortensen, completely naked, fighting two fully clothed attackers with nasty knives.  And it is indeed bravura, but you don't have to watch the whole film to see it, just watch it on YouTube (but don't do it if you're squeamish).  Anyway, there are parts of this film that are great: quotidian moments where large groups of Russians celebrate over a meal, for example) and you certainly can't knock the cast, and Mortensen's performance is impeccable (his fake Russian accent is probably the best of the bunch) but some moments are positively cringe, and perhaps worst are the moments most intended to tug on our heart strings (like the voiceover by the dead girl (who can speak English in death if not in life) reading excerpts from her diary (a laughable passage about her dad dying in the mine in her godforsaken home town and being buried by Russia is read twice).  (If you want the same topic given a really effectively depressing treatment, then I understand you should try Lilya 4-Ever, but I'm not going to.)  And there are any number of stupid plot points - why did Semyon not get an abortion for the young mother?  And how did she keep the diary hidden? And really, Anna almost deserves to get bumped off for the number of stupid decisions she makes.  But she doesn't, and of course she gets to keep the baby (her past miscarriage is referenced) whom she calls "Christine" because it was Christmas day ("Carol" was right there!), while Nikolai ascends to replace Semyon...  at the top of a human trafficking operation!  


Um, are we supposed to assume he will destroy it from within?  Anyway, Cronenberg should look for another 50s monster movie to remake - my vote's for Them!