giovedì 29 dicembre 2011

Another Year

Another year is over, dear readers.
In 2011, Zazie has gone to the movies 74 times. 
As usual, I have seen movies coming from all countries, having different languages, different budgets, stories, possibilities, motivations, views, lights and faces. It has been a year of incredibly high quality cinema and I have enjoyed immensely almost every single picture I have seen. Many incredible things happened, related to cinema, and these are moments worth to remember. 
Here for you, Zazie’s cinematic highlights of 2011

1 – January
Sir Michael Caine’s Master Class at the Forum des Images in Paris: not only a great actor but also a perfect gentleman. Smart, funny and humble. La classe, quoi!

2 - February
Matthew Weiner (Mad Men's creator) Master Class, always at the Forum des Images in Paris: Weiner’s passionate account of his meticulous method let me understand that behind outstanding results there is always an incredible amount of work. Chapeau!
3 - February
Michael Lonsdale's Master Class at the Rond-Point Theatre in Paris: amazing actor, adorable human being. Listening to him talking about his life and work has been a rare and precious privilege. J’adore!
4 - March
Bumping by chance into Irish actor Gabriel Byrne at the avant-première of Margin Call at Moma Titus Theatre in New York: being in the same room with Doctor Paul Weston, “the shrink we all would like to have”, let me understand that I need to be In Treatment for the rest of my life. Do you accept new patients, Doc?
5 - September
Meeting and spending time with Italian filmmaker Nanni Moretti during his visit in Paris for the complete retrospective of his work at the Cinémathèque Française: it was simply great to find out that Nanni is nice, funny and the greatest cinéphile ever. Michele Apicella For Ever!!!
6 - October 
Seeing Ralph Fiennes playing Prospero in The Tempest by William Shakespeare at the Royal Haymarket Theatre in London: on stage, Fiennes is almost too good to be true. And with that beard, even more irresistible!
7 - November
Seeing Jean-Louis Trintignant reading French poems at the Odéon Theatre in Paris: I can’t find the words to describe how amazing was his performance. Sublime is maybe the most appropriate adjective. I will never forget this moment!
8 - November
The avant-première of the movie Shame by Steve McQueen at the MK2 Bibliothèque in Paris with Michael Fassbender present in flesh and blood: the moment I was waiting for in all these years... more than an actor, an apparition. I was very surprised to actually see him, I thought he was a mere product of my imagination!!!
9 - December
Mike Leigh's Master Class at the Forum des Images in Paris: Leigh is more than a simple director, to me, he is a real Maestro. It was marvellous listening to him talking about his movies. I just can't get enough! 
I hope the new year will be plenty of great cinema and great things for you ALL, my friends.
I leave you with the images of my favourite "New Year's Eve" movie, the indie jewel In Search of a Midnight Kiss by Alex Holdridge (2007).
Happy 2012, my Dear Readers!

mercoledì 21 dicembre 2011

Mobilisons nous pour LE BALZAC!

Du 21 au 27 décembre 2011, le célèbre cinéma BALZAC de Jean-Jacques Schpoliansky ferme ses portes pour protester contre le monopole des multiplexes sur les Champs-Elysées, suite à de nombreux refus de copies depuis plusieurs mois et plus précisément Le Havre et A Dangerous Method qui sortent le 21 décembre. En bonnes cinéphiles et amatrices du cinéma indépendant,  
Maëlle et moi-même publions un article commun afin de montrer non seulement notre soutien face à cet acte symbolique mais également pour défendre les salles de cinéma d'art et d'essai.
Le Balzac c'est toute une atmosphère... c'est d'abord une excellente programmation depuis des années, avec des ciné-concerts, des événements originaux et tout un tas de trouvailles pour faire pétiller une séance de cinéma. C'est ensuite une magnifique grande salle à la déco assez magique, avec des fauteuils confortables. C'est enfin, et surtout, un lieu inspiré par un personnage haut en couleurs, j'ai nommé Jean-Jacques Schpoliansky, qui accueille personnellement les spectateurs avant la plupart des séances avec un petit discours de bienvenue.
 MOBILISEZ-VOUS pour le Cinéma Le Balzac !

venerdì 16 dicembre 2011

Le Havre

Mi basta un semplice dettaglio.
Una sola frase, un solo volto, una sola inquadratura, e vi saprò riconoscere con assoluta certezza un film a caso del regista Finlandese Aki Kaurismäki
Kaurismäki io lo amo in maniera totale, non solo per quello che gira e come lo gira, ma anche per le interviste che rilascia, per il festival di cinema che organizza ogni anno a metà Giugno in Lapponia, per la sua cinefilia spinta e senza confini, per il suo essere volutamente vintage e completamente al di fuori della società contemporanea (dei suoi credo, dei suoi ritmi e delle sue inutili cazzate). Lui è uno di quei meravigliosi registi che nel corso di una carriera hanno creato un vero e proprio universo parallelo, una famiglia cinematografica circoscritta e fedele, un'oasi di pace e felicità a cui potersi rivolgere in caso di bisogno. 
Che i suoi film siano ambientati a Helskinki, Londra, Parigi o Le Havre, poco importa. Tutte le città sono uguali, tutte le case sono identiche, in Kaurismäki Land. Il sole splende appena. Di solito fuori è buio, piove e fa freddo. Tutti sono poveri, con rarissime eccezioni (e se sono ricchi, allora sono cattivi). Nessuno corre. La gente cammina lenta, e parla (quando lo fa) altrettanto lentamente. Nessuno ha il cellulare. I telefoni hanno ancora le tastiere a disco. I mobili, i vasi, gli orologi, i vestiti, sono anni '50. Le macchine, delle vecchie trabant di origine russa con porta-termos incorporato. I taxi hanno le tendine di pizzo sul vetro in fondo. Si fuma e si beve molto, questo sì. Ci sono sempre bar con un vecchio bancone di zinco, un jukebox, e delle facce da galera (che poi si rivelano buonissime) appoggiate al suddetto. La musica è puro rock & roll. I musicisti hanno capelli lunghi con bananone sulla fronte, scarpe a punta, look che neanche Elvis nei giorni peggiori. E se non è rock, allora è un tango finlandese o un improbabile pezzo melodico giapponese. Sempre ascoltati attraverso una vecchia radio o uno stereo, s'intende. Gli amici sono veri amici che non si tradiranno mai, pronti a qualsiasi cosa gli uni per gli altri. Gli amori sono totali, iniziano con un semplice sguardo e durano tutta la vita. Il sesso non esiste, non è contemplato. I baci sono rari e castissimi. Anche di violenza ce n'è poca. Ogni tanto la gente viene picchiata, ma sembra un po' una scena da ridolini. I personaggi hanno una dignità, una gentilezza, un'ironia, da lasciare incantati. Non piangono mai, e se provano un dolore insensato, si limitano a guardare nel vuoto con aria perduta. Gli attori, è ovvio, sono sempre gli stessi: come la mitica Kati Outinen, attrice eccezionale e protagonista assoluta della filmografia kaurismakiana. E quando gli attori non ci sono più (come nel caso del suo alter ego, il compianto e mai dimenticato Matti Pellonpää), allora lui li fa vedere da bambini in una foto, e li trasforma nei figli perduti della coppia protagonista di un film, oppure fa appendere il loro dagherrotipo a una parete del Moskova Baari (un bar di Helsinki proprietà dei fratelli Kaurismäki, dove leggenda narra che accanto al bancone stia appeso un cartello: Facciamo credito solo a Lenin, gli altri devono pagare in contanti).
Da buon fanatico della Nouvelle Vague, il regista è stato anche capace di ridare vita ad una leggenda come quella di Jean-Pierre Léaud, al quale Kaurismäki ha affidato, dopo 15 anni di inattività e silenzio seguiti alla morte di Truffaut, il ruolo da protagonista in Ho affittato un killer (1990). Nei suoi film si ritrovano spesso, del resto, artisti francesi che lui ha amato, come Serge Reggiani e, proprio in Le Havre, il regista Pierre Etaix. Altra presenza fondamentale e costante: Laika, la sua cagnetta. In questo mondo sopra le righe, anche i titoli delle sue opere sono spesso molto buffi: Total Balalaika Show, Calamari Union, I Leningrad Cowboys incontrano Mosé, Amleto si mette in affari, Tieni il tuo foulard, Tatjana. Non sono adorabili? 

Le Havre è la continuazione a colori, 20 anni dopo, di Vita da Bohème, un film in bianco e nero che Kaurismäki aveva girato a Parigi. Il tempo è passato ma i protagonisi sono rimasti esattamente gli stessi, e vivono poveri ma dignitosi in un quartieraccio della città portuale. Quando Marcel Marx (omaggio a chi, questo nome? Groucho? Karl? Entrambi?), che si guadagna da vivere come lustrascarpe (!!?) incontra per caso un piccolo clandestino africano, non ha un attimo di esitazione ad accoglierlo in casa, nutrirlo e cercare di aiutarlo a realizzare il suo sogno, quello di raggiungere la madre che vive in Inghilterra. Nonostante una moglie, Arletty (a proposito di omaggi...), all'ospedale e in fin di vita, e un poliziotto esistenzialista che gli sta alle calcagna, Marcel si farà in quattro per trovare i soldi che riusciranno a regalare a Idrissa un passaggio su un'imbarcazione che fa Le Havre-Londra.  Grazie al denaro raccolto con un concerto benefico di Litte Bob (ma dov'è andato a recuperarlo Aki questo Roberto Piazza, improbabilissimo Little Tony ante litteram??!), il sogno può diventare realtà, ma non sarà l'unica sorpresa in serbo per i protagonisti del film.
Con il consueto stile: essenziale, ironico ed efficace, inquadrature semplicissime ma di una bellezza sconcertante (ah, quel genio di Timo Salminen, il direttore della fotografia di TUTTI i suoi film!), e dialoghi inverosimili, Kaurismäki sforna l'ennesimo capolavoro di grazia e lucidità. Su un tema, quello dell'immigrazione, da molti considerato troppo spinoso e difficile da affrontare. Ma Aki non ha paura di niente, ci mette dello humour finlandese (André Wilms che si spaccia per il fratello albino del padre di Idrissa), un tocco alla Frank Capra, un omaggio truffautiano (Léaud, again) e un messaggio chiaro su come risolvere il problema. Che sta tutto in una parola sola: solidarietà.
L'ho sempre pensato, io: se la gente fosse come nei film di Kaurismäki, questo mondo sarebbe il migliore dei mondi possibili.

martedì 13 dicembre 2011

Leigh Moments

I admire many contemporary filmmakers, but there is one who’s always been special to me.
His name is Mike Leigh, he is British, he is 68 years old, and I simply adore him (as a matter of fact, I already wrote about him in my post: http://leblogdezazie.blogspot.com/2011/01/cinema-of-mike-leigh.html). On Sunday afternoon, Leigh held a Master Class at the Forum des Images, one of the many events related to the retrospective London calling/Londres au cinéma and, useless to say, your Zazie was there! 
The conversation, a dialogue between the director and French journalist Pascal Mérigeau, was inspiring, rich and absolutely exciting. Leigh talked extensively about his very particular method of working with actors, which I believe is quite unique in the cinema world. Leigh starts rehearsal with the actors he has chosen for a movie many months in advance (sometimes even six!) before the shooting and then the shooting itself is super quick, from one to three weeks maximum. Actors don’t know much about the plot, and the strictly necessary about their own role. They’re put together with other actors and they start working on a sketch Leigh gives them and they improvise on that. Basically, they do so over and over again, on different sketches, in order to become, day by day, little by little, their “character”. Leigh told an incredible story about his movie Vera Drake, the tale of a woman practicing illegal abortions in the London of 1950: during the rehearsal, a group of actors was playing a family gathered to celebrate the daughter’s engagement, and another group of actors, playing policemen, suddenly broke into the room. None of them knew what was going on. The effect was quite incredible, Leigh reckoned. We actually witnessed it few minutes before, when we saw this same scene on the screen: the surprise, the tension, the drama of that moment was absolutely amazing. The result of Leigh’s method is that the performance of each actor is simply ASTONISHING. It is not by chance that many of his actors have been rewarded: David Thewlis for Naked (1993) at the Cannes Film Festival (and Leigh for Best Director), Imelda Staunton for Vera Drake (2004) at the Venice Film Festival (and the movie received a Golden Lion) and Brenda Blethyn for Leigh’s masterpiece Secrets and Lies (1996) at the Cannes Film Festival (and the movie won the Palme d’Or), for which she also received a Golden Globe and she was nominated for an Oscar (why she didn’t get it, it is still a mystery to me). The scene where she talked for the first time to the daughter she abandoned as a child, with the two women seated side by side in front of the camera and filmed by Leigh in this way, represents for me one of the highlights of the entire cinema history. I challenge you to find another scene having the same emotional impact. 
 Leigh explained that what he is interested in is the reproduction of reality as he perceives it, and for this he needs actors willing to forget completely about themselves, therefore not narcissist, but humble, patient and (possibly) having a good sense of humour. The journalists asked him if in his career he was sometimes wrong in choosing his cast. Apparently, he was very lucky and only in few occasions he was obliged to relegate actors in very small roles, and even more rarely to cancel their participation to a picture. Leigh also discussed about the essential contribution of his collaborators, like his cinematographer Dick Pope (with whom he worked for his entire career), who helps him a great deal to find the right “tone” for a movie: dark and gloomy for Naked, bright and carefree for Happy-go-Lucky or even a mix of both styles for the representation of the four seasons in his last movie, Another Year.
The cinema of Mike Leigh, thanks to all these elements, has the capacity of capturing THE moment, a slice of real life sometimes even too cruel to look at, but always incredibly truthful, human and compassionate. You can feel at any moment how much Leigh loves his characters: he is never judging them, even the bad or the unbearable ones, he is always trying to understand and love them for what they are. 
 After the lecture, some fans stopped Leigh asking for autographs. He was really kind to everybody, even to an evidently disturbed young man (an Italian, I’m afraid to say so) who started making a list of all the great British film directors of cinema history. Leigh listened to him quite carefully, and then he said: Yes, right, but David Lynch is not British, my dear. The man kept going, switching to the awful situation of Italian cinema (!!!), telling him that nowadays we don’t have the great filmmakers we used to have. Leigh, once again, very calmly, looked at him and said: Maybe it is so, except for Ermanno Olmi. I wanted to kiss him! But I curbed my enthusiasm and I simply thanked him for his cinema.
When the journalist, at the end of their conversation, asked him to give a piece of advice to the young filmmakers present in the audience, Leigh turned his witty look into the crowd and in a very loud voice announced: Never compromise! 
He surely never did.

giovedì 8 dicembre 2011

Zazie's (Criterion) Top #10

Being the cinema freak I actually am, means that not only I adore going to the movies, but I also adore collecting them.
I have a small but interesting DVD collection at home and I really enjoy buying films. Many years ago, I discovered a DVD “brand” that immediately became my favourite one in the whole world: The Criterion Collection. Luckily enough, Criterion is American. I say luckily because the DVDs have a different region and I can’t buy them. If I could, I would spend ALL my money on them: The Criterion Collection has the most wonderful movies ever made and the design of their covers is simply to die for! If you go on their site, there is a section called TOP 10s, in which filmmakers and actors indicate their favourite 10 Criterion DVDs. 

I always dreamt of being asked about it, but I’m afraid Criterion will never do. How wonderful to have a cinema blog where I can tell you which are Zazie’s Criterion TOP #10:  

#1 - The Adventures of Antoine Doinel by François Truffaut
Antoine Doinel, from 12 until 40 years old: a brother, a friend, a lover, a husband. My family. My life.

#2 - Hiroshima Mon Amour by Alain Resnais
A screenplay by Marguerite Duras: Hiroshima, summertime, the love affair between a French woman and a Japanese man. The beginning of a ever lasting love between me and an entire country.

#3 - In the Mood for Love by Wong Kar-Wai
Hong Kong in the 60s: a lot of rain, a lot of rallenties, magnificent dresses, splendid music, an impossible love, a unique atmosphere. 
I swear: I can die for this movie!

#4 - Six Moral Tales by Eric Rohmer
Six stories, five jewels and a masterpiece: Ma Nuit chez Maude
I want Eric Rohmer back!

#5 - Red Desert by Michelangelo Antonioni
All this red colour, the factories of Northern Italy, the chilling side of life and the most incredible statement by Monica Vitti: Mi fa male tutto, anche i capelli! (everything hurts, even my hair!)


#6 - Blue White Red Three Colors by Krzysztof Kieslowski
Different colours, different stories, different countries, but just one genius behind the camera.  

#7 - Hunger by Steve McQueen
IRA man Bobby Sands is starving himself to death in an Irish jail, while Steve McQueen and his actor Michael Fassbender give life to the most amazing cinematic collaboration. Unforgettable.

#8 - Playtime by Jacques Tati
A man who doesn't need words to create a world. A pure gem. 
A must-see of the cinema history.

#9 - Il Posto by Ermanno Olmi
Olmi, the sweetest and loveliest man I ever had the chance to meet in my life. He talks about Milan, a poor boy looking for a job, the innocence of youth. Evviva! (as he always says...)

#10 - Rushmore by Wes Anderson
Max Fischer, do you want to marry me?
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