Showing posts with label censorship. Show all posts
Showing posts with label censorship. Show all posts

Friday, November 01, 2013

The Book Thief




directed by Brian Percival (2013)

This was a really well made adaptation of the award winning novel by Markus Zusak. With the great performances and high production values in this WWII coming of age period piece, I wouldn't be surprised if it gets tons of nominations once the award season rolls around.  I enjoyed it while I watched it, and took pleasure in the ways the story was clever with the construction, making note of all its pointed writerly references. What's the title of the rescued banned book read to the Jew hiding in basement? The Invisible Man of course :)  Death as the narrator, voiced by Roger Allamhad some of the most poetic and beautiful lines.  And it's definitely got book loving as its hardcover core value, but its greatest strength is in terms of showing the development of a writerly personality.

The girl, played by Monsier Lazar's Sophie NĂ©lisse, can't read, but she's got a brain and she works hard to learn with the help of her foster father - Geoffrey Rush in one of his sweetest roles ever.  He's not a bastard for a change!  He paints her an alphabet wall in the basement, where she can chalk the words she's learning in one of the best depictions of DIY dictionary use ever.  (The Color Purple and Nettie's homemade post it notes is another good one.) It's the foster mom that's the shrew with the hidden heart of gold that shoulders some of the antagonist work until the real bad guys show up. (Nazis in case you were wondering, duh.) And that stereotypical female role, with Emily Watson wielding the sharp tongue of the witchy wife, paired off with her sadsack husband, that leads me into the area of criticism.
The story is super sentimental with fairly shallow characterisations of most of the supporting roles, and it's trying to be profound, but I didn't buy its using a backdrop of genocide and fascism to dramatise a very personal story.

For starters, I didn't like how it had the mom being all megabitch.  Hohum for positive depictions of female power. But especially the fact that it was another case of whitewashing history is what irked me.

There's a heavy handed metaphorical moment where Mein Kampf gets it's inner pages painted out so the girl can put her words there.



Yes that's such a sweet idea eh?  And of course it's a humanist perspective too - a book of hateful ideology repurposed for creative use - but I also think it's a dangerous one.

It's analogous to the scene where the Nazis are burning the books they see as degenerate - the ideas which the regime figured were dangerous to their ideology.

But you can't and shouldn't try to erase or skew historical truth!  It's such a revisionist view of Nazi Germany too.  Very similar to Life is Beautiful, which I also found offensive in terms of presenting a false view of the reality of the horrors of Italian fascism.  By implication, we're supposed to believe that all those Germans were of the same mind as the protagonists, or that there were sooo many of them with their morals and ethics held hostage by their crazy leaders.  And while there's some truth to that on an individualistic level, for the most part it's a goddamn lie.  And that kind of lie is the most insidious of all, because it allows us to keep on accepting bullshit ideas and excuses for NOT behaving in human ways to one another.  It's the system man!  What can you do against an evil amorphous bureaucracy? Howl at Hitler in the safety of an echo chamber? shrug. The truth is we ARE the system; it's made up of all of us acting in concert in ways that exploit and dehumanize others.  We're all complicit in that we benefit from the suffering and exploitation of many many people.  Just one example: the people who made the technology we're using to read this are, at the very least wage slaves, if not actual slaves!

Yes, there are repressive regimes where it's dangerous to display your opposition, but I prefer stories that showcase the bravery of open resistance.  While I understand the fear that keeps people silent in the face of injustice,  I think it's sad and retro to make heroes of people hiding their beliefs under a bushel because of the hostility of the dominant culture.  Because really,  Silence = Death; the death of the opportunity for a dialectical process that leads to change, and in truth, actual death.  Othering, hatred and genocide didn't end with WWII eh?


The best thing you can take away from this flick is the importance of using your voice to speak out on anything that matters to you.  Just doing that creates space for others to do the same.




Friday, December 30, 2011

This Netflix Has Not Been Rated





Amal directed by Richie Mehta (2007)

Last night was Amal, a pretty great movie about a taxi-wallah in Delhi? I'm not sure what city in India it was set, but which ever it was, it was gorgeous. It was made by a Canadian Richie? Mehta, and I figured he's related to Deepa, but no. I guess Mehta must be a common surname, or maybe it's just there's so many Indians it's more common. I know Koreans tend to have very few surnames relative to their big population maybe it's similar with Indians. Whatever for the names musing, because the movie was good.

It's got a spiritual feel to it, not adhering to any particular faith, but it does feel Hindu or Buddhist in its acceptance of the way things are. Don't sweat your station in life, because the rich ain't able to buy peace of mind. Kinda bullshit in a way, but very true at the same time.

It beat out Academy Award winner Slumdog Millionaire for best picture in the NY Indian Film Festival, so in a way you could say it's the best movie of 2007. I enjoyed it.

I joined Netflix - they're offering a Domino's pizza bonus gift card if you join up before the New Year, but I was already thinking of signing up. The pizza just pushed me over the edge.

My first pick was Breaking Bad, but no season 4, so I searched for a movie I ain't already seen. Slimmer pickings in that respect than I imagined. And since I'm connecting with a composite Wii, it looks kinda shit. I have to see if I can get a better resolution. Anyhow, I found summat I'd been wanting to see but never gotten to yet.




This Film Is Not Yet Rated, directed by Kirby Dick (2006)

It was okay, I mean I'm for sure interested in the subject of movie ratings/censorship, but I think a key area of the issues was totally ignored. They didn't bother to explain how the MPAA ratings impact the production and especially the distribution of a film. They were so busy showcasing the secretiveness of the organisation they didn't elaborate on the actual mechanics of the stranglehold the ratings have on the films. It's like the elephant in the room - everyone in the film industry implicitly understands the process so they don't need to explain? Perhaps it was fear. There was one point where the director of Boys Don't Cry is being asked whether she thinks her participation in the documentary will affect how her future products will be reviewed by the MPAA. You can see the wheels turning in her head as she says she hopes not.

It's a monstrous organisation and is ridiculously homophobic and sex panicky. It's such a self important and secretive dynastic cabal of a system, but it's real purpose isn't merely to monitor content, it shapes it through its terrible vetting system and I think its primary purpose is actually to deny validity for independent films which threaten the studios' domination of what goes for entertainment if Western culture. For the big studios, it all comes down to money, so film product must be kept within the most profitable ideologies. It seems like the religious folk are in control of deciding what the people should be watching, or at least they are defacto in control, and for sure they think it's their moral obligation to be the ones deciding what's moral for everyone else. It's a sad situation, and I'm glad that people like Louis C.K. and Kevin Smith are experimenting with distributing their product outside the current model.





Last was Tiny Furniture, directed by Lena Dunham (2010), a mumblecore set in NY. The main character is just home from college and moves back in with her about to graduate high school younger sister and their successful artist mom. I could identify with the main girl some, and it had good honest scenes, but it was pretty meandering slow and not much happened. I liked it okay.