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giovedì 23 marzo 2017

Toivon Tuolla Puolen (The Other Side of Hope)


Era dal 2011 che aspettavo trepidante di veder ricomparire sullo schermo la scritta Sputnik Oy (è il nome della casa di produzione cinematografica del regista finlandese Aki Kaurismäki).
Perché Kaurismäki fa parte di quel piccolo gruppo di registi che per me significano una cosa sola: essere di nuovo a casa. 

E può essere la Spagna di Almodovar, l’Inghilterra di Mike Leigh, la New York di Woody Allen o la Finlandia di Aki, ma è sempre bello ritrovare questi luoghi a noi così familiari: un vero mondo parallelo che esiste nella nostra testa grazie al regista che l’ha creato. 
All'ultimo Festival di Berlino, il regista ha presentato Toivon Tuolla Puolen (The other side of hope), film per il quale ha vinto l'Orso d'Argento come miglior regista (ma in molti, lui compreso, speravano vincesse l'Orso d'Oro).
Comunque, in ogni caso: Welcome back to Kaurismäki Land!

Il regista finlandese Aki Kaurismäki
Khaled è un giovane profugo siriano che sbarca al porto di Helsinki nascosto in una nave-cargo, dopo aver affrontato un lungo e pericoloso viaggio.
Non conosce nessuno e non sa una parola di finlandese.
Una volta chiesto asilo politico alla Finlandia, aspetta una risposta in uno dei centri di accoglienza della città, e stringe amicizia con un profugo iracheno, Mazdak. Alla notizia del rifiuto della sua domanda, prima che i poliziotti vengano a prenderlo per rimpatriarlo, Khaled si dà alla fuga, e finisce a dormire vicino ai cassonetti della spazzatura di un ristorante, gestito da Wilkström. Quest’ultimo gli propone di lavorare per lui e Khaled entra a far parte con piacere del bizzarro gruppo di lavoratori: un cuoco, una cameriera e un improbabile portiere. Un giorno, Khaled riceve finalmente buone notizie della sorella, fuggita con lui da Aleppo e dalla quale era stato separato lungo il tragitto: sta bene e sta per arrivare anche lei a Helsinki.

E’ già la seconda volta che Kaurismäki affronta il problema dei profughi in Europa. 
Aveva fatto la stessa cosa nel suo penultimo film, Le Havre, dove a scappare era un ragazzino africano che si rifugiava in Francia.
E, come nel precedente film, riesce a parlare di un tema da cui molti registi stanno alla larga in maniera semplicissima ed efficace. A Kaurismäki, in generale, bastano pochissime parole per illuminare un’intera vita, un intero mondo. Fa parte della sua forza come regista.
In The other side of hope, il racconto scarno e preciso di Khaled alla funzionaria finlandese che si occupa del suo caso, basta ad evocare gli orrori della guerra senza ricorrere a grandi scene o a grandi performances di attori. Nei fim di Kaurisimaki, è già tanto se gli attori muovono la testa, quando parlano. Di solito si limitano a lanciare sguardi che possono significare varie cose a seconda dell’oggetto o della persona a cui sono rivolti. Aki è fatto così: ha un’economia di gesti e parole inversamente proporzionale al grado di umanità che riesce a infondere alle sue immagini. 


Le facce sono sempre quelle: il padrone del ristorante, il cuoco, e varie figure di contorno, sono tutti attori/attrici che hanno già lavorato nei suoi film. Laika (il cane del regista), presente in ogni sua pellicola, deve averci lasciati, ma niente paura: un nuovo cagnetto adorabile ne ha preso il posto. 
Tutto: macchine, case, oggetti, insegne, vestiti, sembrano provenire da un periodo che va dal 1955 al 1965 al massimo. Non esiste segno di modernità, nei film di Kaurismäki. Incredibilmente, in questo la gente usa i cellulari. Credo sia la prima volta che non si fa uso di vecchi apparecchi appesi alle pareti e con i numeri a disco.
La cattiveria e la bontà sono trattate alle stesso modo, come se il regista volesse dirci che noi esseri umani siamo fatti così: capaci di dare il meglio o il peggio a seconda delle circostanze. E poco conta la razza, la religione o la lingua. 

C’è posto per tutto e per tutti, nel mondo di Kaurismäki, e ci sono sempre le cose che ama: i tanghi finlandesi, il rock’n’roll americano suonato da qualche cantante improbabile, il Giappone (il sushi con l'aringa affumicata è da urlo!), le bottiglie di porto, e il mitico humor finlandese (mi sono innamorata della Finlandia, ma se conosci un sistema per fuggire da qua, fammelo sapere!).

Girato su pellicola in 35 mm, benedetto dai rossi e dai blu accesi della magnifica fotografia di Timo Salminen, The other side of hope, è l'ennesimo piccolo capolavoro di quel pazzo scatenato di Kaursimäki (narra la leggenda che al Festival di Cannes 2002, passando davanti a David Lynch, presidente di giuria, che gli aveva appena assegnato il Grand Prix per "L'uomo senza passato", Kaurismäki lo abbia guardato fisso e gli abbia chiesto: Who are you?).
Finché c'è Kaurismäki, c'è speranza.

martedì 17 marzo 2015

Matthew Weiner's Mad Men Exhibition

Last week-end, at the Museum of Moving Image in Astoria, New York, has opened a new exhibition entirely dedicated to the series Mad Men.
I have read about this few weeks ago, basically at the same time I found out about a trip I should have taken for my job in New York City. Great... if only the exhibition wouldn't started the day after my return to Europe! Very sad at first, my only consolation was that I knew I will be back in town in April (and the exhibition is on until June 14!).
But, still, the idea that I was there and I couldn't see anything, was driving me nuts.
To the point that I had the nerve of asking anybody I knew even vaguely related to the museum if, by any chance, I could sneak a peak of the exhibition before it was opened to the public. 
Well, since fortune favors the adventurous, I have actually found somebody that knew somebody and there I was, the day before the official opening, walking through the still-to-be-finished exhibition about Mad Men with Tomoko Kawamoto, the Public Information Manager of the museum (Santa Subito! Thank you so much!!!).
The exhibition features some incredible things for any fan of the series (I'm telling you, if you love Mad Men, you should buy a ticket to New York NOW!). These are some of the the gems that are on display: more than 25 iconic costumes (!!!), hundreds of props, advertising art, video clips, and personal notes and research material from his creator. Not to mention original interviews with Weiner and an installation of elements from the “writers’ room” where he and his team crafted story ideas and scripts for the series and, last but not least, large-scale sets of Don Draper’s office and the Drapers Kitchen!!! Have a look...
The Writers Room 
The Drapers Kitchen in Ossining, NY 
Don Draper's SC&P Office on Madison Avenue
I was so excited by what I was looking at, that my head couldn't stop spinning.
When we arrived to the "Dress Section" I almost had an heart attack...
This was the section dedicated to Betty Draper dresses:
And this, I'm sure you'll recognize it at the very first sight, is the famous "Zou Bisou Bisou" dress weared by Megan at Don's birthday party:
And in case you don't remember:

For those lucky ones who live in NY or are passing by this week, on Friday March 20 Matthew Weiner will be in conversation at the Museum for an "Inside Mad Men" session:
Furthermore, from March 14 until April 26, the Museum is programming "Required Viewing: Mad Men’s Movie Influences", a ten-film series featuring movies (among others: The Apartment by Billy Wilder, Les Bonnes Femmes by Claude Chabrol, The Americanization of Emily by Arthur Hiller but also Blue Velvet by David Lynch) that inspired the series. 
On March 20, Weiner himself will introduce The Apartment!
These days in New York, it was just impossible to escape Mad Men. The advertisement for the last season (that is approaching) was everywhere: on the walls, at the entrance of the underground, even on buses...
And I don't know about you, but I am personally drinking my tea at the office with a mug by Sterling, Cooper & Partners, just to be the most Mad Men girl around:
To tell you the truth, while we were touring the exhibition, Tomoko told me that this will be a non-photo exhibition. Pictures - sadly enough for all the fans - will not be allowed (the decision has not been made by the Museum but by the Mad Men's production). The pictures I have published here are part of the material for the Press, except for a couple that I was allowed to put on line.
Thus said, when I found myself in the Drapers Kitchen, I couldn't resist, and I ask Tomoko to take a picture of me there... what can I tell you? I simply felt at home!
The series’ final seven episodes will air on AMC beginning Sunday, April 5.
The End of an era, apparently, but not of our love for this bunch of adorable Mad Men.
Long live the Old Fashioned!
I'd like to thank Jeff Levine at the Whitney Museum and Jennifer Essen and Philippa Polskin at Ruder Finn for introducing me to Tomoko and making my visit possible! 
Thank you guys!!!

domenica 18 novembre 2012

M E T R O F A L L


James Bond can fall from the sky? What a novice! Your cinema blogger can do so much better: she can fall from the stairs of an underground station. Without using a double, of course. 
Pity I wasn’t playing in any movie…
This is in fact what happened to me last Monday morning, on my way to work (where else I could fall, since my name comes from Zazie dans le metro?). It was pretty bad, but here I am, writing about it, so I guess it could be much worse. I didn’t break anything (miraculously enough!) but I ended up on the right side of my head and I must confess it isn’t the best place to have a haematoma that apparently will go away in about 3 (!) weeks.
I know, this episode has nothing to do with cinema, but I was struck once again by the fact that, even in the weirdest and most unpleasant moments of my life, I keep thinking about movies. 

The evidences: 
In France, when a bad accident happens, they call the firemen to bring people to the hospital. I wasn’t an exception. So, after few minutes that I was sitting miserably on the stairs of Abbesses subway station with my face covered in blood, I had a vision: four young and stunningly gorgeous firemen were there to rescue me. Two (very) misplaced thoughts immediately crossed my mind. The first: how can I possibly be so unlucky to meet such wonderful guys while I am at my worst physical conditions? The second: this reminds me of Fahrenheit 451(how, in a moment like that, I could have thought of a movie by Truffaut is the indisputable proof of my eternal love to him).
When I arrived at the hospital, the scenario was completely different. 
Everybody knows: hospitals are not funny places. I wished to find myself in the Chicago-style atmosphere of Emergency Room, but reality was different. French hospitals in a cold November morning can look a bit gloomy. The atmosphere of Lariboisière actually reminds me of the movie Polisse by Maïwenne. A great film about a police team taking care of abused child. Very often in the movie they take these children to hospitals and this is what I was thinking about while I was waiting to be visited by the doctor:
Once they told me nothing was broken, I felt reassured, but then they decided to have a scan of the right side of my head, just to be sure everything was fine. While I was waiting in the corridor for the scan, I had a weird feeling. Every single person who bumped into me looked terrified. It was for the state of my right eye, of course (at that stage its size was the double of what it should normally be), but I perceived another unpleasant feeling. I realized I looked like a woman who had been beaten by her husband. Explain to other people while you are in an awful corridor of an emergency room that you don’t even have a husband at home that could do that to you! Inevitably enough, I was in no-matter-which of the many Ken Loach movies about miserable and abused people. Thanks very much, Ken!
In the afternoon of that same day, I posted something on Facebook to advise my friends about my accident. Since I couldn’t possibly show a picture of myself, I decided to use one from the movie Elephant Man by David Lynch. Sadly enough, I was thinking about John Hurt in that movie while I was watching myself in the mirror for the first two days after the "event":
In the following days, though, my cinematic reference became Robert De Niro in Raging Bull by Martin Scorsese. I could have been called Zazie La Motta:
Now, unfortunately, the only film character I remind of is Jim Carrey in The Mask (maybe more yellow than green, but still...):
But don't worry, dear readers, I am already dreaming again the same dream I had all my life, that one day soon I will wake up and find myself in the mirror looking like her...
... with just a little scar under my right eyebrow!
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