The dramatic voiceover was provided by Johnny Depp who, in a statement from DiCillo read prior to the screening, was the one person the filmmakers felt qualified to narrate the movie. It had to be someone with a passion for the music of The Doors, and Depp fit the bill.
With the assistance of the remaining living members, particularly band co-founder and keyboardist Ray Manzarek (who sat in front of me), the film is destined to be the definitive chronicle of the band's history. We finally discover the shocking truth behind the curious myths -- did Morrison really expose his genitals at that infamous Florida concert? Did he fake his own death?
When You're Strange separates fact from fiction and puts to rest the many rumors surrounding the manic life and untimely death of Jim Morrison. The heretofore secret details behind the making of each amazing album (one took 11 months, another took less than a week) are mind-boggling. Naturally, there's plenty of music. Tons of it.
Like all music docs, the degree to which one connects with the film is directly proportional to one's familiarity with the music and/or artists featured in the production. This certainly applies here. Like some of the thrilling music documentaries I've seen at festivals in the past couple of years (
The U.S. vs. John Lennon, Dixie Chicks: Shut Up and Sing, The Wrecking Crew, Kurt Cobain About a Son), I put
When You're Strange right at the top of my list. I was blown away. However, while I walked away feeling that this was an absolutely brilliant film, I have to give it a qualified thumbs up if only because there is no doubt many simply won't have the emotional response that I did. But, for fans of this music,
When You're Strange is absolutely a must-see.
UPDATE 6:00 PM:
Within the festival's International Spotlight section of foreign films are a set of selections titled Documenting Mexico. As its name implies, these informative documentaries from south of the border aim to fill in some of the blanks in our collective cinematic history of this great nation.
El General was the third I've seen of this group and my fourth documentary in a row.
Director Natalia Almada has a unique connection to this land as her great-grandfather was Plutarcho Elias Calles, who served as President of Mexico in the 1920s. Through the use of audio tapes taken from her grandmother (Calles' daughter), Almada hopes to put a friendlier face on the towering man known as "Mexico's Mussolini."
The 1900s was rife with presidential assassinations, and Calles was the first to die of natural causes. Exiled to San Diego after his stormy reign, he returned to Mexico in 1941 and died there in 1945. Much of the nation's history has been shrouded in mystery (and remains so to this day) but, while Almada's intention was not to chronicle the events of the past 100 years, she did hope to answer some of the questions.
Almada intercuts colorful images of present day Mexico City with grainy archival footage from the early 20th century. She focuses on the commerce of this great bustling metropolis, pointing out that the half million street vendors account for as much as 40% of Mexico's gross domestic product. In the Q&A following the screening, Almada explained that her intention was simply to show the contrast between the often barbaric treatment of its citizens in her great grandfather's time to the modern Mexico.
UPDATE 9:00 PM:
West of Pluto (
A L'Ouest de Pluton) hails from Canada and was featured in the International Showcase section. Being shot and set in Quebec, the film is in French with English subtitles. Written, directed, produced, and edited by Myriam Verreault and Henry Bernadet,
West of Pluto is everything I look for in great independent cinema. But if my Holy Grail of festivals is the "sweet little American indie," well, I just may have found it in this film -- just take out "American" and replace it with "Canadian."
The mockumentary-style narrative captures a slice of suburban life as a dozen teens hang out, party, and descend into the inevitable set of crises that comes with the lack of boundaries. It doesn't take long to get to know these endearing kids as their day plays out before the camera (the story takes place over one 24-hour period). The audience is almost privileged to be let into their secret world of drama and joy -- the viewer feels like a voyeur at times, as though one needs permission to watch.
Verreault and Bernadet first selected 50 kids from a "typical" suburban high school and narrowed the group down to a dozen, then turned on the cameras and let them "be themselves." While most of the film is actually scripted, as the filmmakers pointed out in the Q&A following the screening, much of the dialogue came out of weekly improvisational workshops conducted with the teens in the period preceding the shoot. So while the action isn't necessarily improvised, they aren't reading lines off the page, either.
West of Pluto is indie all the way, with the use of natural lighting and mostly handheld camera. The filmmakers' style includes numerous extreme closeups, as the emotions projected by these endearing kids' faces and eyes often say more than even the most powerful words can. As we spend more and more time with them, it becomes clear that these young people represent all of us -- every viewer will be able to identify with one or more of them, which is what makes it such a universally appealing film. As non-actors, these are literally real kids saying real things. Even in French, as an English-speaking viewer, the language of adolescence shines through. Once again, the idea that "kids are the same all over the world," the overarching theme in most of the foreign coming-of-age films at these festivals, is blatantly evident.
The most striking observation uncovered by watching these kids is how dramatic a contrast there is between girls when they are among other girls and boys as a group. Throughout most of the film we see males and females interacting with others of their own gender. The girls sit and argue and debate over whether or not Quebec should secede from Canada while the boys get high and ponder the philosophical significance of the butterflies on the bathroom wallpaper. Unlike most depictions of the sexes in cinema, the respect they show each other is remarkable, especially among the boys. The sniping, fighting, and one-upmanship so common in films simply isn't present here. In fact, the girls are actually tougher when together. The boys show more vulnerability even towards each other -- it is they who shed the tears, not the girls.
West of Pluto is also the first film in a long time that had me laughing untiI I cried. But it wasn't anything the kids did that prompted that to happen. No, it was the actions of one eccentric canine which had me rolling on the floor. The dog steals the show.
As I wrote earlier in the week, what's fascinating about attending film festivals is how trends begin to emerge after seeing dozens of films. One recurring theme is the idea of kids being left to their own devices, either by choice or lack of adult supervision, and the inevitable dark turn and ensuing spiral into mayhem which occurs.
Three of my favorite coming-of-age films of the past five years are the 2004 indie classic
Mean Creek, Alexis Dos Santos'
Glue, which was my #1 Top Pick from the 2006 Toronto International Film Festival, and
Still Green, the Jon Artigo indie from 2007.
Mean Creek took a group of kids and set them loose on a boating excursion with dire consequences.
Glue was an unscripted film featuring three teens in the Argentinian countryside, in a touching story of self-discovery.
Still Green was set on the Gulf Coast of Florida with a group of college-bound friends, with a dark turn that changes their lives forever.
All owe a debt to Gus Van Sant and Larry Clark, who are perhaps the two best known filmmakers able to capture the awkwardness of adolescence, the pangs of first love, and the playfulness of children without supervision. In
Kids and
Ken Park, Clark took non-professional actors and shot them in cinema verite style, just being themselves. In films like
Elephant and Paranoid Park, in particular, Van Sant did the same while using long takes and tracking shots, viewing the kids as observers with a deliberate, slow pace. It is now a common device among younger directors who count him among their influences (and freely admit it).
West of Pluto does all the above. This is the kind of charming film that makes attending festivals and sitting through dozens of movies worthwhile. It is the "sweet little indie" that will stay in your mind long after leaving the theater.
UPDATE 12:00 AM:
My day ended with
Weather Girl, an entry in the Guilty Pleasures section which premiered at the Slamdance Film Festival in January. This was only the third narrative feature from the US out of the 21 films I've seen here so far. Written and directed by Blayne Weaver,
Weather Girl was one of those "buzz films"
I'd written about prior to the festival.
Tricia O'Kelley stars a Seattle morning show's "sassy weather girl" who has an over-the-top, painfully funny on-air meltdown over her cheating boyfriend, the show's despicable co-anchor (the always-reliable Mark Harmon,
NCIS' Agent Gibbs). Out of work, out of love, and homeless, she needs to pick up the pieces and start a new life. That begins with a knock on the door of her brother Walt's bachelor apartment (Ryan Devlin), where his best friend Byron (Patrick J. Adams) seems to have taken up permanent residence. Jon Cryer, Jane Lynch, and Blair Underwood are among other notables in the cast.
Although it's an indie,
Weather Girl has the polished look of a Hollywood movie with top quality production values and cinematography that takes full advantage of its breathtaking Seattle location. But this is clearly a character-driven film where all the protagonists have their flaws and the villains simply cannot redeem themselves. There is a great deal of visual humor -- sight gags abound and facial expressions often are the jokes in themselves. The plot is somewhat formulaic, though, and we know where this is going right from the start. But even though we've seen this story before it is still entertaining and occasionally laugh out loud funny.
The director, cast, and crew were present for a hilarious Q&A after the screening which rivaled the comedy in the movie.
Just a note: the picture was annoyingly dark. Generally I'd attribute this to poor projection on the part of the theater or a bad print (or digital copy) before I'd blame the post-production team. It definitely took away from my enjoyment of the film and I hope that's not the way the public will see it in the future.
Weather Girl does have theatrical, home video, and cable distribution and will open in theaters on July 10.
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