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Monday, 18 June 2012

LAFF 2012: REPORTERO


Sergio Haro in Reportero.

News to US

By Ed Rampell

In a day and age of print newspapers besieged by factors such as the emergence of the World Wide Web one weekly print newspaper is currently expanding its circulation. What is the secret to the success of Tijuana-based and U.S.-printed Zeta? According to Bernardo Ruiz, director of a new documentary focusing on this publishing phenomenon, Mexico’s high literacy rate and low Internet connectivity rate are important explanations for the success of this Tijuana weekly paper. But the most significant reason for its increase in readership is Zeta’s uncompromising content.

This success, alas, comes at a steep cost: While print papers may not be an endangered species in Mexico, honest reporters who boldly go where angels fear to tread, telling the facts about Mexico’s narco-war, gangs, corrupt policemen and politicians, are on that beleaguered nation’s endangered species list. The high price of this publishing triumph is the assassination of fearless journalists who put truth above survival, as Zeta’s hard hitting investigative reporting exposes the narco-traffickers currently corrupting and at war with Mexican society. There a byline can be tantamount to signing one’s own death warrant --even if the paper has resorted to using collective bylines “signed” by the entire editorial staff, instead of by an individual journo. (Although it’s more expensive, the paper is published at a plant in California then transshipped back across the border in order to maintain the paper’s editorial integrity.)

Reportero focuses on reporter/photojournalist Sergio Haro and the harrowing drug war he and Zeta’s other dedicated staffers set out to expose. While its subject matter is compelling, Reportero’s conventional nonfiction storytelling and slow pace somehow manages to render part of this 71-minute documentary dull. The contents could make for a great feature film; Oliver Stone’s upcoming Savages is set against the dramatic backdrop of Mexico’s amazingly violent drug wars. Nevertheless, for filmgoers interested in both narco-trafficking and freedom of the press, Reportero is required viewing.

And here’s three cheers for the brave Zeta-tistas in their courageous crusade to expose Mexico’s drug gangs and bought off police and politicos. Bravo, companeros! 


Reportero screens at the Los Angeles Film Festival: tonight, 7:50 p.m., Regal Cinemas.

  

 

  

















  





 










LAFF 2012: RED FLAG

Alex (Alex Karpovsky) in Red Flag.
Stop in the name of ___

By Don Simpson

In Red Flag, writer-director Alex Karpovsky plays a somewhat fictionalized version of himself. His character, Alex, embarks upon a tour of the southern United States with his cinema verite mockumentary, Woodpecker. The trip immediately follows an emotionally tenuous break-up with his longterm girlfriend, Rachel (Caroline White). While I have no knowledge of Karpovsky's real romantic history, I do believe that Red Flag was mostly shot during an actual theatrical tour of Woodpecker. Taking his cue from the neo-realists, Karpovsky intersperses his fictional characters within real settings and among real people. Then again, this might be another elaborately staged ruse along the lines of Woodpecker – so, maybe it is all just fiction.

Karpovsky wrestles with concept of truth on the personal level as well. Alex has a tendency to lie and exaggerate; we can only assume that this -- along with his incredibly self-involved, head-up-his-ass attitude -- is why he has such a difficult time convincing any of his friends to join him on tour. In addition to his fear of marriage, we can only assume that Alex's ex-girlfriend has grown tired of the perpetual charade, never knowing when to believe Alex and not knowing how to deal with his overinflated ego.

Red Flagevolves into a road movie with two -- then three, then four -- lost souls traveling in the same car together. Rachel, Henry (Onur Tukel) and River (Jennifer Prediger) propel Alex along the course of his narrative arc, but they each have arcs of their own with which they must contend. Their goals are to determine what relationships and love mean to them while doing their best to avoid a life riddled with loneliness.

LAFF 2012: BREAKFAST WITH CURTIS

Syd (Theo Green) and Curtis (Jonah Parker) in Breakfast with Curtis.
Bad taste

By Don Simpson

Writer-director-actor Laura Colella'sBreakfast with Curtis begins as a seemingly grumpy old hippie threatens to crush the skull of a nine year old boy. We then jump forward five years... Now 14 years old, we can only assume that Curtis (Jonah Parker) has stayed far away from his hippie neighborsor at least their catever since his frightening encounter with Syd (Theo Green), the de facto leader of the household. It is also not surprising that Curtis is still a bit skittish when Syd makes a neighborly attempt to speak with him.

See, Syd runs an online bookstore. In an effort to keep up with the Joneses of the Internet, he has decided to record a series of video blogs showcasing his wine-fueled diatribes to attract more traffic to his website. Syd recently overheard that Curtis has shown a propensity for making videos, making Curtis the ideal (read: cheapest) candidate to direct, shoot and edit Syd's vlogs. It takes some convincing, but Curtis eventually acquiesces and together they begin to make some movie magic.

The scenes of Syd and Curtis working togetherand the clips of their resulting projectsare really the only interesting parts of  Breakfast with Curtis. Otherwise, this film loses its purported authenticity whenever its non-professional cast decides to over-emit and overact. Breakfast with Curtis is far from the life-caught-unawares production I expected it to be; instead, this ragtag group of non-professional actors hams it up for the camera. The end result is a no frills, home theatrical project in which a bunch of inebriated housemates decide to put on a showand, unlucky for us, record it on video. And, yes, it is as goofy and low-quality as it sounds.


Breakfast with Curtis screens at the Los Angeles Film Festival: June 20, 8:10 p.m., Regal Cinemas.

Saturday, 16 June 2012

LAFF 2012: LUV

Woody (Michael Rainey Jr.) and Vincent (Common) in Luv.
Knowing pains

By John Esther

Woody (Michael Rainey Jr.) is a smart yet typical 11-year-old kid who happens to live with his grandmother (Lonette McKee) and Uncle Vincent (Common) in Baltimore while Woody's mother gets her act together down south.

Rather than take him to school as promised, one Friday morning Vincent decides to teach Woody some “real-worlds shit” by letting his nephew accompany his recently paroled uncle -- who happens to have a nice Mercedes -- for the day. Commencing as an exciting adventure with Woody getting some new clothes and later learning how to drive the Mercedes, the film takes on an increasingly grave tone when Vincent is told by his bank (where, if my memory serves me well, we see the one white person in the film) to come up with $22,000 by Monday morning or Vincent will lose his new business venture.

School is out. Woody is no longer learning math or playing ball for fun on the school playground, but rather garnering an understanding of the intricate, cutthroat lifestyle of American entrepreneurship -- a la Baltimore criminal underworld -- which forces him to play for keeps.

“America is not a country, it’s a corporation,” we are told. While co-writer/director Sheldon Candis and co-writer Justin Wilson’s screenplay could have benefitted from a few more drafts (or at least a little more sobriety), the acting in Luv – which also features Charles S. Dutton Danny Glover and Dennis Haybert – makes the skinny script more palatable.

The LAFF screening is free.


Luv screens at the Los Angeles Film Festival June 17, 6:30 p.m., Regal Cinemas.

Friday, 15 June 2012

LAFF 2012: THE IRAN JOB


Kevin Sheppard in The Iran Job.
More than just a game 

By John Esther
After a formidable college career in basketball, Kevin Sheppard played the game for various teams outside of the United States, but nothing would prepare him for the ordeal after he was hired to play for A.S. Shiraz in the land of Iran.
One of two non-Iranian players on the team (the other, his roommate, is Serbian), Sheppard feels like an outcast. He does not speak Farsi and his coach does not speak English. And the team is a lot worse than anything he has played with in a long time. His girlfriend is back in the States and people do not celebrate the same holidays here. However, the coach, the players and the fans have great expectations for the expansion team to do what no Iranian basketball expansion team in the league has ever done: make it to the playoffs.
As we watch Sheppard transform his team on the court toward success, the documentary captures Sheppard transforming into a real man off the court. Sure, Sheppard is charming and gregarious, but when he first arrived in Iran he was not exactly culturally sensitive to the country. For example, he thinks it clever to repeatedly refer to a Persian man as Saddam – as in Saddam Hussein, the ex-Iraqi dictator, who was Arabic (and there was that 1980s war between Iran and Iraq after Iran was invaded by Iraq -- with US government approval). But set against some of the recent political uprisings, Sheppard sees that these are people, often young people his age, living in a country under a very harsh government, who are oppressed in a country the Secretary of State Hillary Clinton says the U.S. could annihilate if need be.
Bristling with charm, fun and insight, director Till Schauder's The Iran Job works as a rare breed of cinema: a documentary featuring sports with some political currency.

The Iran Job screens at the Los Angeles Film Festival tonight, 7:10, Virgin America Theatre; June 17, 6:50 p.m. Regal Cinemas; June 24, 3:30 p.m., Regal Cinemas.