Showing posts with label Bastardy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bastardy. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Felllow Travellers #4

Warning: Shameless but well deserved promotion of fellow travellers ahead...

Some damned fine peeps have just released outrageously good looking DVD releases of their films with sexy booklets, lots of additional lushness and a thousand extra reasons to buy, watch and rewatch films that are already infinitely worthy of watching.

Compañero Glendyn Ivin's feature drama Last Ride (which scored him a best director award - and props from Abbas Kiarostami, no less - at the recent Abu Dhabi Film Festival) has been released by Madman. I have to declare a conflict of interest as I photographed the poster art for Last Ride.



I also took some other behind the scenes snaps, some of which have snuck into the booklets and promo releases for the film, which allows me an excellent dose of reflected glory without really doing anything at all.









You can also see, as part of this release, the great behind the scenes doco made by the most excellent Tim Mummery and Jono Hill of Yeah Right. Here, you can see a short vid of G's own excitement at the DVD release. Also at his blog, Glendyn has heaps of great process based stuff on the making of the film as well as numerous lush pics taken during the production by people like Greig Fraser, Ari Wegner and Glendyn himself.

Compañero Amiel Courtin-Wilson and Compañera Philippa Campey have also just released, through Siren Visual, the DVD for Bastardy, one of my, and many other folks, favourite flicks of the year.



Again, it's insanely desirable with a lush booklet and lots of additional goodies. Amiel is one of those filmmakers with a thousand projects under his belt and a thousand more on the go so, not surprisingly, it includes two additional films by him, 'Steal Away Home' and the Cannes short 'Cicada'. Finally, the booklet includes a great essay by Compañero Christos Tsiolkas. Many folks have read Christos' novels but if you haven't read his essays - including the book length The Devil's Playground (the first few pages of which you can see here) or Jump Cuts with Sasha Soldatow, you may not be aware of what a formidable intellectual he is, along with an incendiary storyteller. So, good times for us all. Now, just gotta find some cold hard cash to pick up a few copies.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

On Gifts #1

Many years back I made a small Buoy Archive (which shall forever remain hidden) with a one chip video recording of a high school performance by a punk band that my brother had formed which was killing it in the youth clubs around Canberra. They were having so much fun just creating together, as kids, as fellow musicians and playing to other people as a gift, expecting nothing in return, that I was completely reinvigorated and inspired. It felt, in that high school moment, something like this overused old quote from Lester Bangs:
"Good rock 'n' roll is something that makes you feel alive. It's something that's human, and I think that most music today isn't. ... To me good rock 'n' roll also encompasses other things, like Hank Williams and Charlie Mingus and a lot of things that aren't strictly defined as rock 'n' roll. Rock 'n' roll is an attitude, it's not a musical form of a strict sort. It's a way of doing things, of approaching things. Writing can be rock 'n' roll, or a movie can be rock 'n' roll. It's a way of living your life."
It is so incredibly hard to find this attitude in filmmaking, and in Australian filmmaking specifically. There is so much expectation of what the film (the product, the content) will bring back to the filmmakers that the actual act of offering up a joyous creative experience as a gift to your audience has been deadened. Why can't a film be an immersive sensory or pleasure based experience in the same way as seeing your favourite band in your favourite venue is? Why can't there be enough attitude, joy and generosity in the act of making the film that the audience can't help but be buoyed by the experience of watching it? Instead, we strategise how a film will take us, the filmmakers, somewhere else - status, reputation, critical acclaim, Hummers. What the act of making the film will return to us. It is no surprise that the local discussion of film has become totally hijacked into a discussion of financial 'returns'.

On the other hand, there is another approach to film, which is all about giving. I don't know if generosity is necessarily Bangs idea of rock'n'roll but, strangely, in this day and age it feels like it. What if you make something in that spirit of offering up an experience for the joy of the people sitting in the room with you... the room being any audience and you being the film itself. I love to watch a band play and love those moments when you know that they are sharing the experience as intensely as the audience is. Their songs come alive in the eyes of the people who love to experience them in the flesh. Films don't often give you that buzz that comes from a filmmaker knowing they are giving it up to you, inviting you in, letting you be a part of the creation. Instead films are bigger, flashier and smarter (or dumber) than us and we can't give them anything back except for a ticket price. We certainly can't give them our fanaticism or our hearts.

I loved the anthropologist Marcel Mauss' book 'The Gift'. In it he explored the ways that many preindustrial societies relied on the gift as a form of expanding their social and intercommunal relations. A gift given was a complex thing which metonymically embodied social, communal, emotional, spiritual and economic relationships with the recipient. The gift encouraged reciprocity which strengthened the ties between the giver and the recipient both individually and culturally.

Apologies to Mauss and anyone who has studied ethnography but, to my mind, the communal arts like music and film can and sometimes do work in this way. Of course, commercialism kills this, but so do filmmakers who don't think of what they do as offering a gift to their audience. A film can be an offering of enormous complexity that invites the recipient to reciprocate, either through inspiration, through high expectations, through inserting themselves deep within the film experience, through love of the experience or through taking the film out into the world with them. It communicates something of the world it comes from and embodies values and experience and philosophy as well as the emotions, narrative and character insights that sustain any storytelling form.

It would be a beautiful thing to see a film and feel it is a gift. Recently, in domestic cinema Samson and Delilah felt like this. Bastardy, too. Internationally? 35 Shots of Rum. Ballast. I'm struggling here.

One of the reasons T and I have spent much of the past few years making two enormously demanding feature music docos is to extend the gift of what the music and the musicians give to us. I sometimes think I should be spending more time on writing and making fiction but it is so hard to resist making these flicks when there is so much joy to be had in them. I am kinda snobby about the music I listen to but I have a much looser love of any music that is made with generous creativity. One of the reasons we made Words from the City was that, at the time we made it, Australian hip hop MCs were in this incredible period of making music that was an open, evolving form. It had more punk attitude than any of the punk I was hearing but also expected the audience to give back, to demand more, to expect more. Likewise, we have spent three years making Murundak after first seeing the Black Arm Band play together and realising their gathering, their songs, were an invitation to be a part of something. Those songs were a gift. We hope that the film will be our reciprocity.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Fellow Travellers #2

Posted up on the web is an interview with Amiel Courtin-Wilson about the film Bastardy which he directed, produced by Philippa Campey. Congrats to them and to Jack. Film is playing on limited release at the moment, they're onlining a TV version today, and it is the kind of film that you just know, deep in your heart will have a long lingering life.

You can watch the trailer in an earlier blog listing here.

You can also see a great Q&A with Jack and Amiel here on SlowTV, a brilliant online channel maintained by peep and collab Nick Feik.

Thinking of films like this, and at the same time watching the daily battles with the pressure of local box office figures (usually a killer sucker punch at the end of a very long journey) it's hard not to want a film like Bastardy to be on a path toward the kind of life that Brian McKenzie's docos have had. I know that there are numerous folks around who covet his films - like On the Waves of the Adriatic or Winter's Harvest - as the small pristine gems of cinema that, largely unheralded, unwatched and unwanted, are a very pure manifestation of why you would ever bother doing what it is we're trying to do. They touch you. They linger with you. They show you something you might never have seen, in that it is fleeting, intimate, but also of a time and place that is specific to the lives and desires of the people involved. One of these days one of the distributors will do a magnificent box set of his films, promote the living shit out of it, and all of our faith in humanity will be restored, the earth will shift onto it's axis again and people will once again start talking about films instead of marketable products. Meh.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Fellow Travellers #1

A couple of the local folks and collabs have their films in cinemas soon. Both are, in the words of Eve, set to blow your mind (alotta y'all Hollywood, drama, passed it, cut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast it):

#1. 'Bastardy', directed by Amiel Courtin-Wilson and produced by Philippa Campey:

#2. 'Last Ride', directed by Glendyn Ivin and produced by Antonia Barnard and Nick Cole