Scott Derrickson interview... coming up!


I had an hour-long conversation with screenwriter and director Scott Derrickson yesterday, whose new film The Exorcism of Emily Rose looks like the most promising ... and troubling... horror film of the last few years. Derrickson has passionate opinions about the genre, and about filmmaking in general. I'll be publishing excerpts from the interview as an online exclusive for Seattle Pacific's Response magazine soon. Stay tuned...

And go see The Exorcism of Emily Rose, if you have the stomach for horror films that are about true and troubling subjects. This one's going to give us a lot of things to discuss. The film stars the great Tom Wilkinson (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Batman Begins, In the Bedroom) and the great Laura Linney (You Can Count On Me, Kinsey).


Specials: Lizz Wright! Rosenbaum on Last Days

Today's specials:

I've just discovered an album that's definitely going to be on my year-end favorites list. Lizz Wright's Dreaming Wide Awake is a revelation (at least to me, I didn't hear her previous release, Salt.) Dreaming Wide Awake gives Wright's glorious, smoky, passionate vocals fantastic opportunities in covers of songs like Joe Henry's "Stop" and what may be the definitive version of Neil Young's "Old Man." Craig Street's production is so pristine, T-Bone Burnett would be impressed. Here's the All-Music Guide review.

  • You can always count on Jonathan Rosenbaum to write a rabble-rousing review. Here's his take on Last Days:
    "A film about a junkie rock musician, played by Michael Pitt at his most narcissistic, doing nothing in particular for the better part of 97 minutes isn't my idea of either a good time or a serious endeavor. Yet a few of my colleagues seem to be responding to Gus Van Sant's Last Days the way some responded to The Passion of the Christ -- taking it without a grain of salt or an ounce of irony. But it's the grunge version of the Christ story, so that makes it hip."
  • You've gotta love this film's title.
  • This ain't another episode of That 70s Show! Donna's got a movie of her own... Deadly... and it's causing a bit of trouble in Canada, where this horrible true story is still a little too fresh in people's memories.

Specials: Serenity, Chattaway, Eighth Day Books

Today's Specials:

  • Peter T. Chattaway quotes some Overstreet guy in one of his articles... a piece about Hollywood's search for that elusive "Christian audience."
  • As is frequently the case, I'm one of the last people to hear about a very good thing. So, for the record, I have just discovered what may be the finest bookstore accessible online: Eighth Day Books. Visit the site, read their philosophy. You'll understand why Anne and I invested in so many books when we discovered the "portable" version of the store set up at the Glen Workshop in Santa Fe. The store owner, Warren, worked tirelessly to provide all of us conference-goers with new discoveries and good deals. (He even shipped stuff to our homes for free!) Anne and I received our box of Eighth Day goodies yesterday, and it was like getting Christmas in the mail early.

Looking Closer... in Portland, Oregon!

On Sunday, August 21, I'm coming back to my hometown of Portland, Oregon...

  • to talk about my experiences as a Christian and a film critic;
  • to describe the current dialogue in the media and in churches about the value and nature of art;
  • to examine the way Christians respond to movies;
  • to address the important differences between propaganda, entertainment, and art;
  • to talk about the unique way in which art reveals the glory of God;
  • and to answer any questions you might have.

I'd love to see you there!

Montavilla Baptist Church
9204 SE Hawthorne
Sunday, August 21, 2:00 – 3:30


Duma (2005) - guest review

J. Robert Parks, my friend and fellow contributor to Paste and The Phantom Tollbooth, is my guest reviewer for three films: Grizzly Man, March of the Penguins, and Duma. He wove those reviews into one article, which is filed on this site under Grizzly Man.

I'm grateful for Robert's contributions to Looking Closer, and I learn from his reviews. Enjoy.


March of the Penguins (2005) - guest review

J. Robert Parks, my friend and fellow contributor to Paste and The Phantom Tollbooth, is my guest reviewer for three films: Grizzly Man, March of the Penguins, and Duma. He wove those reviews into one article, which is filed on this site under Grizzly Man.

I'm grateful for Robert's contributions to Looking Closer, and I learn from his reviews. Enjoy.


Grizzly Man, March of the Penguins, Duma (2005) - guest reviews

J. Robert Parks, my friend and fellow contributor to Paste and The Phantom Tollbooth, is my guest reviewer for three beastly films: Grizzly Man, March of the Penguins, and Duma.

It's a summer for penguins at the movie theater. The documentary March of the Penguins has become one of the biggest arthouse hits in recent years, so much so that its studio is rolling it out into almost 2000 theaters this weekend, hoping to push it into blockbuster territory. Furthermore, almost every other day someone stops me on the street and asks me if I've seen the film and what I think about it. I respond that I like it but don't quite understand its appeal--it's really just a National Geographic special with great production values and a Morgan Freeman narration.

Things came into focus for me, however, a couple weeks ago when I saw two other animal movies: Carroll Ballard's live-action Duma about a boy bonding with a pet cheetah, and Werner Herzog's documentary Grizzly Man. The latter is by far the best of the three films, and its powerful style casts an interesting light on the other animal movies.

Grizzly Man focuses on the life of Timothy Treadwell, who spent thirteen summers living among the grizzly bears in the wilderness of Alaska. Treadwell gained some notoriety from his escapades (he even appeared on Letterman once) and tried to use his platform to speak out against those (poachers, energy corporations, the Park Service) whom he thought were trying to harm "his" bears. Treadwell was killed by a bear in the fall of 2003. Herzog's feature films and documentaries have often explored men on the edge of civilization, so the story of Treadwell had immediate appeal. What set this story apart for Herzog, though, was the video footage that Treadwell himself had shot over the years and which makes up the core of Grizzly Man.

Take, for example, the movie's opening scene. It's a spectacular static shot of Treadwell talking to the camera while two huge bears stand off in the distance quietly eating. The footage goes on for what seems like an eternity, and since Treadwell has his back to the bears, there's a growing tension that the bears might sneak up on him. The shot also has a formal beauty that echoes March of the Penguins. The video nature of Treadwell's footage can't match the gorgeous film of March, but the Alaskan landscape and the bears themselves have an awesome majesty that reminded me of the Antarctic ice floes.

Herzog himself comments on those formal qualities as the documentary continues, and he particularly highlights the accidental moments--the brief snatches of video when Treadwell left the camera rolling on a bear eating or a fox running or some plants waving in the breeze. Lest you think Grizzly Man is a movie just for cinephiles, Herzog makes it accessible to those who aren't, explaining how this "magic of cinema" works. And his idea of a camera as confessional is a thought-provoking meditation on our ideas of reality, personality, and spirituality. Herzog also uses these confessional moments where Treadwell talks to the camera to further build the portrait of Treadwell. Herzog rounds that out by incorporating interviews with Treadwell's associates, parents, and girlfriends. Our initial impression of him--as an earnest, animal-loving environmentalist--is slowly refined over the course of the film, as we see his more ambitious and also his more paranoid sides. For example, a long curse-filled rant by Treadwell against the Park Service casts earlier moments into sharp relief. Herzog even explores what Treadwell left out--why is there so little footage of Treadwell's girlfriend who spent two summers with him and died with him?

Herzog's greatest accomplishment, though, is how he uses the documentary to comment on man's relationship to the animal world. As the movie goes on, Herzog becomes more and more explicit about his own viewpoint. His argument, almost like an essay film, is constructed slowly but powerfully. He deploys images and interviews to make the case that Treadwell, in seeking to leave his humanness behind, "crossed an invisible boundary." He sympathizes with Treadwell but seems him as unfortunately naive. Herzog is also explicit in seeing the world of nature not as one of harmony but as one of chaos and murder.

In that respect, he couldn't be further from the worldview of March of the Penguins, which opens with the explicit statement (courtesy of Freeman's narration) that the film is a love story. The same is true for Duma, which imagines a 12-year-old boy adopting a baby cheetah and raising it to be his best friend. Both of those obviously more sentimental movies have their admirable qualities. Duma doesn't capture the same magic Ballard conjured in The Black Stallion or Fly Away Home, but his command of his trained cheetahs is stunning, and there might not be a more beautiful sight in nature than a cheetah running at full speed. March of the Penguins is even more beautiful, as director Luc Jacquet and his team of cameramen film absolutely spectacular footage of penguins raising their chicks.

Yet, once you've seen Grizzly Man, those other two movies seem flimsy and naive. Even if you don't agree with Herzog's perspective, the rigor he brings to the argument is invigorating and challenging. He interrogates the close-ups of bears that Treadwell shot, asking whether there's any kinship there or if it's just "the awful indifference of nature."

Duma never questions the wisdom of raising a baby cheetah but, almost like a Disney cartoon, sees a natural bond between man and beast. The voiceover in March of the Penguins is sweet and reassuring, until you actually ask yourself, as Herzog would, whether our understanding of the penguins (and bears and cheetahs) is simply a projection of how we wish the world was instead of a document of how it actually is.

Grizzly Man - 4.5 stars

March of the Penguins - 3.5 stars

Duma - 2.5 stars


The Edukators (2004) - A Guest Review by J. Robert Parks

Seems like J. Robert Parks is seeing all of the great films this year, while I sit and wait for them to show in Seattle... Here he goes again, raving about another must-see: The Edukators.

The month of August is not usually a banner month for cinema. Hollywood will release some of its worst films in the next few weeks, assuming that most people are either on vacation or getting ready for school and, therefore, aren't going to the movies anyway. But in Chicago at least, these last weeks of summer are shaping up as some of the best in recent memory, at least for those of us who know our way to the arthouse theaters.

It kicks off with a small German film called The Edukators, which opens this Friday at the Landmark theater. Directed by an Austrian filmmaker named Hans Weingartner, it stars Daniel Bruhl (Goodbye, Lenin!) as a young man named Jan. He and his friend Peter (newcomer Stipe Erceg) fashion themselves as anti-capitalist activists. Their main mode of protest is sneaking into the homes of rich people who are on vacation. There, Jan and Peter rearrange the furniture, often stacking it in big piles, and leave notes with ominous messages like "Your days of plenty are numbered." It turns out that Peter is dating a pretty woman named Jule (Julia Jentsch, Downfall), who's not as politically oriented, in part because she's too busy working--"You create endless debts, so you need a career to pay for them." But when Peter goes to Barcelona for a vacation himself, Jan and Jule start hanging out.

One night, she convinces Jan to help her break into the house of a man named Hardenberg. She hit his expensive Mercedes the year before and is still paying for the damages. Jan's nervous at first, and his fears are confirmed when Jule discovers afterward that she left her cell phone in the house. When they go back to retrieve it, they're interrupted by a returning Hardenberg. A confrontation ensues, and Jan ends up clubbing the older man on the head. They panic, call Peter (who's just returned), and decide to kidnap the man and flee to the mountains.

But what should they do there? At first, they think of making their kidnapping public and issuing various manifestoes. But talk soon turns to the practical issues of milk and toilet paper. Then there's also the touchy subject of Jule. It slowly dawns on Peter that things have changed since he was away. One of the many great things about The Edukators is how Weingartner sets up the rhythm of these relationships. He captures the way lovers snuggle together as well as the furtive glance that doesn't go unnoticed. And even if you're not terribly interested in the film's politics, you won't help but be fascinated by how the love triangle plays itself out.

A number of critics have accused Weingartner of self-indulgence and political naivete, but I suspect those same people would rather have the dull, droning heads of documentaries like The Corporation. What The Edukators does so well is interrogate the difficulties of being a leftist in today's capitalist society. The three would-be revolutionaries are clearly not effective on a larger scale or even in their own little spheres. Yet, the movie doesn't patronize them with pats on the head or celebrate their lack of effectiveness. Instead, it asks, what's the alternative? In a powerful night-time conversation, Hardenberg talks about how he participated in the '68 protests. His captors are amazed and ask how he turned into a Mercedes-driving capitalist. The discussion that follows is both poignant and challenging. And when one character remarks, "What was considered subversive then, you can buy in shops today," it's hard not to think about how capitalism consumes almost every kind of opposition.

I fully admit that part of my admiration for The Edukators is due to the issues it raises, and that someone who wasn't as politically conscious or as interested in radical politics wouldn't find it as interesting on that level (I would then suggest that such a person should see more political films to help rectify the problem). Yet, the movie also works as a simple relationship story. The growing romance between Jan and Jule in the film's first half hour is detailed and captivating, as both actors delightfully convey the joie de vivre of early infatuation. The two bond over shared music and a weekend when they paint an apartment, and anyone who's fallen in love will recognize themselves in these moments. But the film also explores and interrogates that old chestnut of the love triangle. It's no accident that the names Jan and Jule echo Truffaut's classic Jules and Jim, and Weingartner takes the same optimistic approach that Truffaut did while acknowledging (as Truffaut also did) the inevitable difficulties when two friends love the same woman.

What makes The Edukators so brilliant is how the film integrates these personal themes with the larger political ideas. My friend Garth and I had a furious argument last spring over the Italian movie Best of Youth, which I asserted found a way to explore political issues through a personal lens (Garth found that approach "bourgeois"). The Edukators does the opposite--it finds a way to explore personal issues through a political lens, acknowledging that the two are rarely as separate as activists on both sides of the fence would have us believe.

4.5 stars