
AWARDS BUZZ

Black Bread—which screened at last year's PSIFF—returns for a one-off encore screening, garlanded since then with awards for Best Actress (Marina Comas) at the 2010 San Sebastian Film Festival, Best Spanish Film at the 2011 Turia Awards, Audience Award for Best Spanish Film at the 2011 Sant Jordi Awards, nine Goyas (including Best Picture and Best Director), 13 Gaudi Awards (also including Best Picture and Best Director) and has been tapped as Spain's official candidate for the foreign language category at the 84th Academy Awards®. Impressive, to say the least. Official website. IMDb. Wikipedia. Facebook. Twitter.
Introducing his San Francisco Bay Guardian profile of Agustí Villaronga, Dennis Harvey finds him "a fascinating Spanish director whose new film, Black Bread, is the latest in a career of superbly crafted films almost-commercial enough to gain US release. Yet seldom quite enough. Villaronga's cinema is gorgeously cinematic, often historical, high in strikingly managed melodramatic content, sexually (often homoerotically) charged, frequently tinged by the fantastical, very interested in children's perceptions of adult corruption. He's a middleman between Luis Buñuel and Guillermo del Toro—less abstract than Buñuel, but evidently less accessible than del Toro, even if the ambitious Black Bread possibly got green-lit because in many respects it resembles del Toro's international success Pan's Labyrinth (2006)."

At Variety, Robert Koehler concedes Elite Squad: The Enemy Within is a better movie than the original, "even though Padilha—a filmmaker who remains hard to get a grip on in terms of ideas, content or style—goes in for sensationalism, hyperactivity and obvious dramatics. However, when this Enemy Within settles into key action sequences, such as a stunning nighttime ambush or a daytime battle against Fabio, it becomes wildly entertaining." Koehler cautions, however: "The script by Padilha, Braulio Mantovani and Rodrigo Pimentel once more employs a massive wall of voiceover narration by Rio-based "Elite Squad" Capt. Nascimento (Wagner Moura, again dripping cynicism), explaining not only his internal thought process but also the baroque structures of Rio's criminal and law-enforcement organizations. Though such narration lends the pic a novelistic quality, it can be a turnoff to auds (especially non-Portuguese speakers) unwilling to wade through huge slabs of subtitled text. Indeed, while the v.o. is key to the franchise's local popularity—as is its ripped-from-the-headlines sensibility—it could be the very element that keeps the film from translating well internationally."
At The Village Voice, Mark Holcomb likewise warns the film "will test the ideological mettle of law-and-order conservatives and lefty peaceniks alike. That's a virtue, because though Elite Squad 2 . . . plays footsie with both socialism and fascism, it's never easy to peg." Holcomb adds that Padilha's "preference for giddily shot bloodbaths that invite both tongue-clucking and anticipatory drooling will understandably irk hair-splitters."
At Slant, Diego Costa observes: "Brazilsploitation films frequently offer very little besides the Schadenfreude spectacle of aesthetic slickness mapped onto the darkness of expendably chiseled Brazilian limbs. The new aesthetics of hunger if you will—bigger, faster, and gleaming. But if international audiences can get their fix of outsourced hyper-masculinity gone lethally berserk, the kind of homoerotic frisson that must be displaced onto the Other, director José Padilha gives us more than just favela pornography. An impeccable exposition of the structures of Brazilian power in which the gun is the necessary phallic prosthesis that guarantees existential visibility for the socially castrated classes and the 'democratic' vote is the ultimate market commodity (sold to the highest bidder), Elite Squad: The Enemy Within is pure pedagogic bliss."

As Jonathan Holland notes at Variety, the highs and lows of Gonçalves' documentary portrait "are so carefully constructed that at times it feels like fiction, shuttling easily and with a surprising level of intimacy between Saramago the public persona and Saramago the private man. Indirectly raising some interesting metaphysical questions, it remains firmly grounded in its narrative." At The Hollywood Reporter, Deborah Young finds the documentary "long, repetitive but intermittently engrossing."


At Variety, Dennis Harvey observes: "Offbeat even beyond its standing as perhaps the first feature co-production between its two co-producing nations, Patagonia unspools two parallel narratives connected only by a historical anomaly—the boatload of poor Welsh settlers who reached remotest Argentina in 1865, establishing a unique, still-extant cross-cultural corner of the desert there. While its separate parts may not quite add up, they complement each other quite pleasingly. . . . Evans nimbly cuts between the two unhurried threads, which form a nice textural contrast in d.p. Robbie Ryan's lensing of the disparate landscapes—one all lush, verdant hills, the other rich in desert hues. Jumping back and forth also helps balance out stories that might have seemed insubstantial if each stood alone."
At Little White Lies, Adam Woodward adds: "Patagonia is spiced with moments of intense passion and melodrama—as well as humor in the chance romance that blossoms between Alejandro [Nahuel Pérez Biscayart] and a vivacious Cardiff girl (Duffy)—but the core ingredient is the metaphorical kinship that exists between our two female protagonists. Each place and character, though distinctively and intimately rendered, comes together in absolute alchemical harmony."

At Variety, Jonathan Holland writes: "A single mom's struggles to raise her family in adverse circumstances are brought to vivid dramatic life in Rumble of the Stones, a social drama that bravely aims to fuse a realistic study of Venezuelan life to a crowd-pleasing dramatic structure." Cognizant of the film's weaknesses, Holland nonetheless asserts that Rumble of the Stones "looks great, packs an emotional punch and features a fine perf from Rossana Fernández [Díaz] in a challenging central role. . . . The violence of the slums has been more authentically and energetically rendered than it is here, but Stones is nonetheless often a visual treat, with some striking nighttime shots of the city. Local street-gang argot (largely incomprehensible for those who don't use it), is avoided, which sacrifices some credibility. . . ."
NEW VOICES, NEW VISIONS

At Variety, Leslie Felperin approves: "Delicate yet rigorously executed, road movie Las acacias touchingly unfolds a passing-ships encounter between a truck driver and a mother who hires him to get her from Paraguay to Buenos Aires. A debut feature for editor and documaker Pablo Giorgelli, pic reps a master class in low-key but wholly effective thesping, as characters played by German De Silva and Hebe Duarte get to know each other via dialogue that would barely cover 20 written pages. Slow-burning pic takes a while to warm up, but once it gets going, it's a corker that could enchant. . . . Perfs from the core cast are pitch-perfect, with experienced character actor De Silva and newcomer Duarte projecting everything auds need to know about their thoughts through exchanged glances, crisp dialogue and body language. Naturalistic but subtle camerawork by Diego Poleri underscores their growing familiarity by shifting by degrees from single-figure shots to two-person setups, literally bringing them together as a couple within the frame. With their matching Roman noses and strong profiles, they even start to resemble one another, as long-standing or well-matched couples often do. Meanwhile, magic-hour timing and the region's strong light are cannily exploited to give Duarte a backlit halo around her curly hair, enhancing her natural but ordinary beauty. Use of long takes, slow-tempo editing and lack of non-source music are par for the Latin American arthouse course."
TRUE STORIES
Die Standing Up / Morir de pie (dir. Jacaranda Correa, Mexico, 2011, 90 min)—Winner of the Best Mexican Documentary at the Guadalajara Film Festival, Die Standing Up is an inspiring trans-narrative that profiles Irina Layewska, a tireless fighter in the war for personal freedoms, who continues to work for progressive causes from her wheelchair despite being severely disabled with multiple sclerosis. IMDb. U.S. Premiere.


At Slant, Diego Costa asserts that "Salvadorian-born and Mexican-raised filmmaker Tatiana Huezo transforms collective trauma into chilling poetry." He adds: "Huezo's main character is the suffering that links the people and etches the history of a nation onto its land, not the people themselves, all of whom remain nameless for most of the film."
At Variety, Robert Koehler enthuses: "The film's beauty would be more than enough to recommend it, but Huezo's work, supported by Ernesto Pardo's incandescent cinematography, is more than simply gorgeous. It manages a highly unusual synthesis of personal human stories, affectingly told on a soundtrack designed separately from the images (that is, few talking heads), with precise deployment of syncopated montage and an accumulation of details during the filming in the highland jungle village of Cinquera. The result is one of the most impressive debuts by a Mexican filmmaker since Carlos Reygadas' Japon, both linked by an audacious embrace of cinema's power to prompt the deepest thoughts and feelings."

At Variety, Robert Koehler writes: "An object lesson in a regime's uses and abuses of artists, Unfinished Spaces elegantly traces the brief heyday and longer dark years of Cuba's National Art Schools and the campus' unconventional architecture. The essence of a nation's attitude toward its culture may be read through specific angles and episodes, and Alysa Nahmias' and Benjamin Murray's film allows for such a reading of Cuba from 1961 to now. Classy mounting, an original subject, solid interviews and fine research . . . ."
WORLD CINEMA

At Twitch, Ard Vijn wrote: "All Your Dead Ones is a scathing look at how a local government is rendered completely immobile by corruption and vanity. Despite the dour subject, the fresh approach by writer / director Carlos Moreno makes this a very entertaining movie indeed, and pleasantly surprises all the way till the end. Very highly recommended!"
At Variety, Robert Koehler was less impressed, describing the film as "a crudely conceived bit of absurdist shockorama that lays on its allegorical messages with the subtlety of a pounding to the head" and complained that "much of pic's time is wasted in a waiting game whose absurdist humor quickly wilts."

At Variety, Robert Koehler concedes the acting is "gifted" but, otherwise, finds Blood of My Blood to be "an overlong portrait of a family living in one of Lisbon's rougher districts" whose "actual material consists of little more than the customary tropes found in many urban melodramas." His final impression is that Blood of My Blood "is, fundamentally, a high-class telenovela."
At The Flickering Wall, Jorge Mourinha counters: "Contemporary Portuguese cinema finds another potential breakout film in João Canijo's eighth theatrical feature—a remarkable dive into a struggling working-class family that extends the director's fascination with the structure of classical tragedy into what is possibly his masterpiece. Undoubtedly, some will look at the convoluted comings and goings of this family drama as high-end soap-opera miserablism with a side order of voyeurism; but that doesn't take into account both Mr. Canijo's poised handling of the scenes (mostly captured in long takes unfolding before a discreetly moving camera), and the astoundingly naturalistic performances of the ensemble cast, who had a hand in structuring and developing the shooting script through a series of workshopped improvisations à la Mike Leigh."

At Variety, Jonathan Holland writes: "The dying embers of a love affair are delicately raked over to haunting effect in By the Fire, a gentle, carefully observed drama. Helmer Alejandro Fernandez Almendras revisits the rural Chilean setting of his well-received debut, Huacho, a visually stunning background against which his characters play out their quiet personal tragedy with as much dignity as they can muster. Similarly concerned with unearthing the transcendental hidden within the everyday, pic is elliptical, oblique and wary of easy emotion, making for demanding but rewarding viewing."

At Variety, Jonathan Holland writes: "Three cousins head back to the pueblo in search of better times in the entertaining but uneven comedy Cousinhood. Helmer Daniel Sánchez Arévalo's previous two pics had some bite that's mostly missing from this softer, more commercial project, which isn't as funny as it thinks it is. Still, its unusual blend of slick and fresh, emotional undertow, and carefully manicured visuals nonetheless make for an enjoyable, sometimes surprisingly moving ride that improves as it rolls along. . . . The Spanish title neatly translates as both 'cousins' and 'suckers.' "
At The Hollywood Reporter, Jordan Mintzer adds: "Cojones might have been the better title of Cousinhood (Primos), a highly bromantic Spanish comedy about three thirtysomething dudes trying to recharge their manhood in the seaside town where they spent summers as children. This crisply executed, occasionally funny bachelor romp reveals how well writer-director Daniel Sánchez Arévalo (Darkbluealmostblack) is versed in the teachings of Judd Apatow and the Farrelly Bros."
Expiration Date / Fecha de caducidad (dir. Kenya Márquez, Mexico, 2011, 100 min)—Kenya Márquez, a former director of the Guadalajara Film Festival, debuts her first film. Ramona's compulsive life becomes a wreck when she finds out, after a long search that Osvaldo, her only son, has died. IMDb. U.S. Premiere.

At Variety, Jonathan Holland writes: "Not a dream job at the best of times, taking care of one's mother-in-law becomes a full-blown nightmare in the satisfying black comedy Happy New Year, Grandma! Well assembled and featuring a wonderfully depicted family whose sufferings are all too easy to identify with, Basque director Telmo Esnal's solo directorial debut . . . is solid rather than spectacular, and never quite sheds its slightly musty air of old-fashioned craftsmanship. Enjoyable but eminently deja vu . . . ."

Real Truths: The Life of Estela / Verdades verdaderas, la vida de Estela (dir. Nicolás Gil Lavedra, Argentina, 2011, 97 min)—As synopsized in the program capsule for the Mar del Plata International Film Festival: "Director Nicolás Gil Lavedra and the head of Abuelas de Plaza de Mayo met a few years ago during the shoot of an institutional short called Identidad perdida, about the recovery of a stolen grandson. That was the beginning of a relationship marked by friendship and mutual respect, which resulted in this film that depicts Estela de Carlotto's life story and her endless struggle using the powerful weapons of fiction." Official site [Spanish]. IMDb. Facebook [Spanish]. North American Premiere.

At Slant, Oscar Moralde takes a cue from urban cinematics when he writes: "One city, one day. That Aristotelian unity is an alluring structure for a film. Following a character's journey through a city over the course of a day is a plot progression that's popular and visible enough to mark the boundaries of a kind of subgenre defined by films like Cléo from 5 to 7 and Before Sunrise. There are built-in narrative advantages and expectations to the form. . . . The day-in-a-city structure is also well-suited to study characters that are displaced from their routine and interact with the city in entirely different ways; those characters may be lost and adrift internally, but the pathways of the city and the hours of the day are there to anchor them. In The Silver Cliff, Brazilian dentist Violeta (Alessandra Negrini) is certainly displaced from her routine when she receives a voicemail from her husband that he's leaving for Porto Alegre and that he's not coming back. She resolves to follow him, but the next available flight isn't until the morning; in the meantime she wanders the streets of Rio in the grips of something resembling a fugue state."
At Variety, Jay Weissberg concurs: "Guided by the textures of the city, this enormously empathetic helmer takes auds on an inner journey over 24 hours that, like tides on Copacabana Beach, surge and subside until a calmer spirit prevails. Though Aïnouz's pics are stylistically diverse, they all display a respect for their protags that suffuses spirit and form . . . . The city and its changing moods play a vital role here, especially in the way urban chaos can be oppressive one moment and energizing the next. Rio's special location on the beach further enriches her city aspects, and Aïnouz beautifully conveys the kind of dialogue its residents have with the sea."

At Twitch, Peter Martin writes: "In his directorial debut, Osorio Marquez fires up a cauldron of masculine anxiety. The men are trained soldiers, but their training is breaking down. What, exactly, have they done before they arrived at the foot of the mountain? Why have their loyalties become divided? We're tossed into the cauldron without knowing how to get out, just like the men, and the temperature is rising, slowly but inexorably. The performances are very strong and the filmmaking is rock hard, utilizing handheld footage and ground-level perspectives without losing track of the geography. . . . The Squad creates an edgy mood, casts a dramatic spell, and then sits on its haunches, waiting to see who will be the first to buckle under the pressure."
At Fangoria, Samuel Zimmerman adds: "An absolute ensemble piece, The Squad nails an essential aspect of any effective horror film in giving us a slew of well-rounded characters worth investing in. Set against the backdrop of a war-torn Colombia, the cast represents the diversity of the South American nation and as we watch the guilt-ridden Ponce (Juan Pablo Barragan), the desperate Arango (Andres Torres), the superstitious Fiquitiva (Nelson Camayo) and the menacing Cortez (Alejandro Agulilar) slowly lose their cool, the film becomes a harrowing tale of terror as much as it's seemingly a story of how both sides of a civil war are essentially battling themselves."
The Student / El estudiante (dir. Santiago Mitre, Argentina, 2011, 110 min)—Writer turned director Santiago Mitre (Leonera, Carancho) has crafted a masterfully-executed coming-of-age story within the context of collegiate politics. I refer readers to my MUBI interview with Mitre. IMDb.

Wikipedia has synopsized the film's critical reception: "The film premiered on 19 September 2011 at the San Sebastián International Film Festival. Neil Young of The Hollywood Reporter called the film 'a genuine crowd pleaser deserving of the widest possible exposure' and 'one of the most accomplished Spanish films, from any genre, of recent years.' Young wrote: 'Wrinkles takes a commendably unsentimental and nuanced approach to a complex subject, one that avoids melodramatic situations and simplistic characterizations while adhering to certain conventions of this particular sub-genre. . . . There's no shortage of genuine poignancy here and though Nani Garcia's score largely hits conventional, predictable beats, each tear is hard earned and never simply "jerked." Ferreras' animation style is realistic and direct with close attention paid to tiny specifics of decor, clothing and gesture.' Fionnuala Halligan wrote in Screen Daily: 'Ignacio Ferreras worked on Sylvain Chomet's Oscar-nominated The Illusionist and he carries the flame forward here with the moving cel animation Wrinkles (Arrugas), easily one of the better films to emerge from San Sebastian this year.' Halligan praised the characterizations of the two main characters and their relationship, and wrote: 'Some of the story's other aspects are more broadly sketched, however, and they could occasionally be accused of labelling out the pathos too liberally . . . There are nicely-judged moments of humor, however, and Wrinkles restrains itself in a most dignified manner when it comes to the inevitable, but tender, denouement.' "