Posts Tagged ‘documentary’

Girls Rock!

Girls Rock!

Tuesday, February 10th, 2009

Just to get the obvious comment out of the way first … shyeah, like I needed a movie to tell me this :-P This is a documentary I’ve been looking forward to seeing for over a year now. The short form of this review, sadly, is: plenty of girls … not a lot of rockin’. I’m trying to think if I even saw a single male face in the movie … there may have been a dubious character glimpsed in one of the older girl’s bands at home but I’m pretty sure the whole thing is XX which makes sense. I won’t get into an argument over, “what about transgenders, or just plain old equality,” because I know nobody’s allowed to even think anything like that in these situations.

But I will say I find something in creating an “anything goes” haven for girls like this with no boys allowed just as much a problem as the one it’s trying to solve. There is something about the place, too, that calls to mind a movie like Jesus Camp, like these girls are somehow being recruited to fight some kind of undeclared war. There’s a point where you realise a lot of these girls aren’t gonna live up to what the rock camp teachers want from them anymore than they are to the things society at large supposedly wants from them. Facts are inserted scatter-dash onscreen, with innocuous statistics like “70% of 11-17 year olds watch MTV” given equal weight to sadder ones like the number of girls who vomit to lose weight or have been “sexually harrassed” by classmates. And for all the desire to get these girls to break the mould and really “rock“, when they actually make anything that sounds like music (aside from the rather noisy ending where I’ll admit, some of them do kinda rock), it sounds a lot like the girl pop they claim to be trying to avoid.

Like in another documentary about kids, Mad Hot Ballroom, there’s another point where you realise the camp is probably as much for the teachers as it is for the girls; one of the camp staff even admits this to camera. In short, I think everybody’s heart is in the right place here, but I think it’d be nice if people would just focus on teaching kids the simple act of being themselves and fearless. The self-defence stuff here truly made me gag … at least until Palace made me giggle.

It’s not a bad doc, don’t get me wrong … I was just kinda disappointed by the way a place like this functions. You’d think an offbeat anti-status-quo camp for a creative medium, full of the most interesting creatures on earth, would be much more interesting … much more different. Aside from the simply adorable Palace, I’d really rather watch a double bill of Mad Hot Ballroom and Rock School / School of Rock. Then truly rock out to a Smoosh CD :)



Religulous

Religulous

Monday, February 9th, 2009

One of the parts of Borat, director Larry Charles’ last movie before this one, that always lifts the movie to a higher level for me, that really for me clarifies the slightly ‘higher’ meaning of that movie, is the moment when Borat stumbles into a religious convention. I really don’t get enough of Bill Maher but I definitely like what I’ve seen and heard from him. So I was really looking forward to this, even if, from the outset, it was pretty much preaching to the converted. I agree with all Maher has to say here, but one has to wonder immediately whether it’s likely to reach those most likely to benefit.

There’s an odd change in tone towards the end as dramatic music kicks in and Maher just about literally begins to preach to the camera, and as it began I thought I’d be writing of it that it’s kind of a shame considering how (relatively) balanced the rest of the movie is. But y’know what, the guy is just plain right. It’s sad that it clearly takes so much gumption these days to say the things Maher says at the end of this movie when, as he clearly shows, people going so far the other way are not only accepted but bountiful and revered. Maher doesn’t even say anything false like they do. It’s like the new Lily Allen album, “It’s Not Me, It’s You” … the biggest truth that more and more people are coming to now is that the idiots of the world cannot be reasoned with – so the hammerlike (“Fuck You” in Lily Allen’s case) approach really is about the most ingenious solution. I personally prefer this kind of approach to religious madness than the mild-mannered Milk‘s to homophobia, or W‘s completely wasted treatment of Bush, for instance. It’s difficult to decide if this is a relief (that it’s finally happening) or kind of depressing (that it had to come to this at all).



Zeitgeist / Zeitgeist Addendum

Zeitgeist / Zeitgeist Addendum

Wednesday, January 21st, 2009

“It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.” – Jiddu Krishnamurti, just one of the many great quotes these two documentaries are packed with.

This might not be a favourable comparison to some but – trust me I mean it well, I think – these reminded me a lot of What the Bleep do We Know? and its sequel Down the Rabbit Hole. I don’t have a lot to say about either, so I’m combining them into the one review.

Don’t let the lack of wordage here make you think I thought as little of them – there’s information in these four hours that make them certainly worth watching at least once by every man, woman and child on the planet. Many, as I did, will find a lot information they already had from other sources – for me personally, I’m a total liberal anyway so I gobble up information like this, I watch Colbert, the Daily Show, South Park, I listen to This American Life and Radio Lab, so a lot of what’s said here has already been “revealed” to me either in pure fact as here or just as part of a joke.

What has to be said about these documentaries, as often happens with these kinds of things, kind of hangs around that very word “documentary”. Like the What the Bleep films, the whole thing is just so one-sided and utopian (ahem … “weapons of mass creation,” I mean, come on …) you’d be a fool not to take them with a very large and healthy scoop of salt and skepticism. When, as here, they use footage of and quotes from Carl Sagan, the requirement for a baloney detection kit should be even more of a no-brainer. For if you watch movies like this, that basically tell you exactly what you want to hear – that your life sucks merely because of the failings of others and an evil superpower – and lap it up without question, you’re kind of playing into the core problem they’re addressing. I say this because I’ve read a lot of reviews that took the one-sided argument exactly that way.

One thing I found wrong with the first movie, which is perfectly – even exhaustively – methodical in putting forth its 9/11 argument, is that it gave no real thoughts regarding what exactly we’re supposed to do with all this information. Luckily, this is fixed in the Addendum which closes with a shopping list of ideas, kinda like those at the end of “The 11th Hour” or “An Inconvenient Truth,” or ways in which we might fix this. Many have pointed out that none of these ideas have really been thought much beyond the idea(l) stage. The fact remains though that however one-sided or idealistic these docs may be, if you’re gonna be one-sided and idealistic, there are worse things to be one-sided and idealistic about than what these movies are suggesting. They do manage to convince you that it’s possible. They’re more visually interesting than the average documentary to boot – the second one vastly improving on the first. And anything that includes footage from Network and lines from Carl Sagan – even if, as was the case in Frost/Nixon you may as well just watch the interview, you may as well just watch Network and read Sagan, LOL – really, I just can’t argue with.



Gonzo: The Life and Work of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson

Gonzo: The Life and Work of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson

Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008

I’m determined to find my movie-writing brain before the year is out so I can dive into 2009 and make something better of this place than I admit it’s been the past 6 months or so – but again, there just seems to be so little to write about what I’m watching lately. I looked forward to this one, a lot; but I’ve gotta admit, I kinda don’t know exactly why. There’s a cool to Hunter S. Thompson I really can’t claim to fully know as well as I’d like. Even though it’s now 10 years since Terry Gilliam’s Fear and Loathing movie – which I watched at the time predominantly for Christina Ricci’s tiny role, that got me to read Thompson’s book, that in turn made me put his entire output in my mental “to read” list – I’ve still not got around to reading another word by the man.

Luckily, this is a doc that seems set on catering to the “Fear and Loathing only” types like me, and Johnny Depp’s Raoul Duke voice is all over these two hours. It’s not a particularly sweeping doc, picking the most iconic chunks of Thompson’s life, namely the Hell’s Angels, “Fear and Loathing”, politics, and his suicide. It’s an interesting documentary, as well made as they all are now; but aside from the suicide stuff at the end and footage of his glorious funeral concept being made real, I didn’t feel like it told me anything I didn’t already know or that I wouldn’t learn in a richer way by finally getting round to those books of his. Perhaps that’s the film maker’s goal here, to get us to read. Can’t argue with that.



Man on Wire

Man on Wire

Tuesday, December 9th, 2008

I’ve said a number of times before now how I’m not a fan of the “reconstructed” brand of documentary making which kinda began, for me at least, with Touching the Void. I’d heard there were such segments in this film and worried about how I’d feel about them. Luckily, they’re very well placed and the style fits the overall mood, which – unlike the grave human endeavour in Touching the Void is here a very French, impish, childlike sense of mischief, enhanced by the look Philippe Petit has of Malcolm McDowell in A Clockwork Orange and the Lindsay Anderson movies (something about the nose and mouth, I find, like an inherent snarl). There is an adult innocence to this movie that only thrilled me in glimpses the first time around because it was so unexpected – I imagine on further viewings it will ultimately swallow me in its beauty. It’s highlighted, as most reviews have pointed out, by the complete absence of mention of 9/11 despite the towers practically being a character in Petit’s story. The use of Michael Nyman’s music is perfect too. I can’t wait to see it again.



The 11th Hour

The 11th Hour

Wednesday, April 2nd, 2008

It could almost be a “Beatles or Elvis” or “Mac or PC” question, this: are you an Inconvenient Truth person, or is The 11th Hour more your bag?

I really came to this expecting a tragically hip makeover of Al Gore’s dull scare-mongering slideshow (that description should let you in on my answer to the above question, lol). But though there’s certainly something about Leonardo DiCaprio squinting at the audience that’s at times potentially as annoying as Gore, and the movie does feel at times like a good sit-down-telling-off session, it’s probably put best towards the end by one of the ‘experts’ when he says, “It’s not just global warming …”

I found the movie overall much closer to the “What the Bleep?!” movies (1 2) – though all the talking heads in some way support the overall message that we need to do something about global warming, they’re all very distinct personalities and have very different philosophies about the why of it all. My favourite line in the documentary comes towards the end (sorry to those concerned, I didn’t note down any names): “We need to be slower and we need to be smarter. That means disengaging from consumerism as the main avenue of experience.” It’s really as much about us being plain better as a race as it is about turning off the lights when we’re not in the room. To complete the first quote I began with, “It’s not just global warming – it’s an outward mirror of an inward condition.”

Like I said, it does feel a lot like being told off for 90 minutes. Oddly, my response to that is: if you really feel like you’re above being told off just ‘cos you left school a few years ago, then perhaps you deserve the shitstorm that’s coming. I found it a much more intelligent movie than Al Gore’s, perhaps because the things it’s asking people to do – which really amount to just being a little more considerate – apply whether global warming is real or not. Viewed that way, I can’t deny, this movie really kinda gave me chills.



My Date With Drew

My Date With Drew

Wednesday, March 26th, 2008

“They said we’re gonna fit right in over there. She said they’re kids and dreamers. They’re kids and dreamers!”

This is immediately cuter than expected – like, part of me was avoiding it for fear of just being jealous of the guy involved lol, like, come on, Drew is mine!!!! lol But as soon as the movie begins, you get a sense of the guy and his attitude, the silliness and whatnot, and it’s actually no surprise that his mission was ultimately successful (I’m sure that’s not too much of a spoiler: she’s in the movie; it’s the journey that’s the fun part) because – as far as I know, at least, and as someone even says on the street to him early on – he’s just exactly the kind of guy she’s always saying she looks for … he’s singing “Cool Rider” from Grease 2 at the end to psych himself up for the meeting lol, what more do you need?!

Basically, if you’ve ever had a celebrity crush – better still if you’ve taken that crush to levels bordering on obsession and psychosis, or if you’ve done the whole stage door or premiere thing or whatever (especially if you froze up to some degree while doing it lol) – the movie’s for you, it totally tackles that whole thing of the freaky way we sometimes think of ourselves as close to famous people etc. It kind of falls apart in some places when you see how many connections he has anyway (like, the fact he lives in L.A. makes it less impressive an endeavor to begin with – maybe I should do “My Date With Dakota” in a few years lol. THAT would be a challenge ;-) KIDDING! sorta …), the weird lookalike sequence, and the fake pass moment – but overall, it’s as sweet as any Drew movie I’ve seen … in fact, it’s probably sweeter in its own way than some of the more “official” productions. It’s just unbelievably sweet. The fact that for most of its duration it’s a Drew movie with no Drew yet I still was hooked on the screen speaks volumes; the fifth heart in the rating here is for the conversation with Drew at the end. If you’re not a big fan of Drew and all she stands for, you mightn’t get as much out of the movie as I did; but I’m sure you won’t be totally let down.



My Kid Could Paint That

My Kid Could Paint That

Wednesday, March 5th, 2008

This is almost one of those movies I could almost have reviewed perfectly well without even seeing it. As expected, it raises questions both about the exploitation of the young and of the questionable judgment of the modern art world.

It’s about a little girl, Marla, whose paintings somehow got to the level of success that most professional artists would be envious of. We meet the dealer who discovered her, looking scarily like a drunken fratboy who’s faced a lot of rejection in life simply stoked by the little girl’s popularity, who speaks of her within minutes of our meeting him in undeniably creepy terms: “Marla, when you see her, is a doll … both [her brother] and Marla could be Gap ads …”

We’re told that four-year-old Marla is “blissfully unaware” of the bally-hoo around her, but even as we hear those words, they’re juxtaposed with the image of her looking around one of her exhibitions confused at why so many people are calling her name.

A journalist involved at the start of the phenomenon says of the guy who ‘discovered’ her, “He framed it to me as a family human interest story.” Another guy talks about Pollock and other works selling for millions not perhaps because of the art itself but because of the story behind the art – which would completely explain the Marla thing, being as it is an interesting story, which explains the movie. It’s one of those issues that just triggers a chain reaction of questions when you ponder it, “the thin line between prodigy and freak,” “it must be art, look what people are paying for it!” “But why do they want it, hmm?” To the evil looking dealer guy’s credit, even he acknowledges this “value of marketing” in the process.

It doesn’t swing me anymore towards the whole outsider/modern art thing … and like, if anything could, you know what I’m gonna say, then it’s a beautiful 4 year old girl. There’s a montage of the paintings towards the end and to me, they just look like the same scribbles you hurry past in the Tate Modern – like, it amazes me how many people in the movie are seen to be demanding proof that little Marla painted them, like, seriously, is it that hard to believe when you look at them? Worst of all, in this montage, and later when we see the dad selling them, the things bear titles. Which is fine when the title is something like “Blue Sun”, but when you get to “Ode to Pollock” and “the triptych”, surely even the most open-minded pseudo-intellectual is gonna go, “Yah-huh? A four-year-old?” How the power of words can sometimes make me sick.

What can I say … it’s interesting, it’s 80 minutes, and a lot of it is a cute four-year-old girl scribbling in her underwear lol. You kind of know whether you’re gonna like/be interested in this kind of movie from the summary, a review is pretty pointless. Like I said, I could’ve pretty much written this without even watching it.