Monday, 27 July 2015

Metropolis (1927) – The Real Tragedy of Cinema

It hasn't escaped my attention that the two main films I've talked about on this blog are both German films concerning crimes against children, both with single-word titles beginning with the letter M (or even being the letter M, in the former case). So, in the name of continuing this combo, let’s talk about another German film with a one-word title beginning with M. Although it’s not about paedophilia this time. Sorry.

The film in question is Metropolis, Fritz Lang’s science fiction classic of 1927, often credited as the grandfather of sci-fi films, inspiring some of the greats of the genre, including Star Wars and Blade Runner. Now, regular followers of this blog (if such creatures exist) might find this film and director ring a few bells. Well, that would be because Mr Lang is the director of M, which he made in order to recuperate his popularity after Metropolis flopped, as previously mentioned. Despite its initial poor performance though, Metropolis has gone on to become a classic piece of cinema, inspiring countless others.

The main thing I want to discuss here today is not my thoughts and feelings on the film itself, but instead Metropolis’s troubled history. It’s no secret that Metropolis is not a complete film; with its premier cut coming in at around 210 minutes, the most complete versions available today only have a mere 153 minutes of runtime, meaning nearly an hour of footage remains lost. Before the film even starts, a brief title reads as follows;

‘All that survive of the original “Metropolis” are an incomplete original negative and copies of shortened and re-edited release prints. Over a quarter of the film has to be considered lost.
The present version, which combines all of the surviving elements, attempts to recreate the film as it was shown at its premiere.'

It’s truly a heart breaking title card, and seeing it never fails to pluck away at my heart strings, but the worst part is that Metropolis has it pretty well off. For a film as long as it was, in the times when movie censorship was relentless and with such a disappointing initial gross, Metropolis is lucky to have so much of its runtime still intact, so that we can still watch and enjoy it today. But other silent films aren't so lucky. It’s said that around 90% of all silent films ever made are currently lost.

Just going to let that sink in for a second.

Back in the day, of course, no one was bothered with film preservation. Films were mostly spectacle at the time; with the illusion of motion being the USP, rather than the storytelling. A bit like nowadays. Huh, now that’s a cyclical narrative if ever I saw one. Anyway, once a film had made its initial cinema run, the tape was often simply overwritten by a new film, since tape was expensive back then. Not to mention the infamous flammability of the old film, made from Nitrocellulose, meaning that many films, if stored in warehouses, could be wiped out hundreds at a time if a fire was started.

The industry was young; they didn't know any better at the time, and similarly, film was a relatively unexplored medium. All the standard conventions in films we’re so familiar with today had to have started somewhere, and chances are this silent era was at least partly responsible. Le Voyage Dans La Lune inspired our love for Science-Fiction cinema, Un Chien Andalou sparked the experimental and risqué films I spoke of last time, and Nosferatu can be considered one of the many grandfathers of Horror films.

So think, with all the silent films we currently have, and how they've influenced the film industry as we know it, what about the others? The films that were lost, overwritten, burned?

If these films were destroyed before the right people saw them and took inspiration from them, potentially entire threads of film history could have been prevented from existing. Entire genres, technologies, franchises, even directors may cease to be.

Take me, for example. My writing of this blog, my knowledge of the industry, my obsession and love for films, all spiralled from my earliest memory; watching Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strike Back as a three year old child, a film that, along with the rest of its trilogy, was inspired by Metropolis. If Metropolis was destroyed before George Lucas ever saw it, Star Wars may never have been, and I would be a completely different person; my life changed beyond recognition, and I know I wouldn't be alone on that. Not to mention, all the other directors who were inspired by Star Wars would never have made the films they made, and you can start to see how big an effect this would have had.

Just consider for a moment that your favourite film may not exist. What if there was a certain silent film, made back in the 20's, destroyed in a fire, which one day would have become your favourite film, or perhaps inspired your favourite film? Except it never did, because the film was destroyed before you could get to it. Just sit and think about how different the history of film, nay, the history of humanity could have been if that 90% wasn't lost.

To quote Lang himself, “Why are you so interested in a picture which no longer exists?" Because that’s exactly what has happened, maybe not quite with Metropolis, but with others such as London After Midnight, the original Cleopatra, and The Fall of a Nation to name a few, they have simply ceased to exist, via our own carelessness in preserving arguably the most powerful and compelling form of art.

Some heavy stuff there, but I hope I've made you think. Who knows, maybe this post will inspire you. Maybe you will make a film, based on the subject of this post. Maybe your film will go on to inspire countless others to make their own films.


Maybe you’ll do what these films never got the chance to. 

Saturday, 7 March 2015

Michael (2011) – Schrödinger’s Room

So, back on schedule. Now that the Oscars are finally over, it’s time to stop rambling about many films at once, and revert back to rambling about just one film in particular. Hey, it’s the title of the blog; it’s what you signed up for. I’ve had this particular article in development for literally months, and it’s been the desire to perfect this borderline-essay which caused my long period of inactivity at the end of last year (yeah, that’s the official excuse; I'm sticking with it). So, what was this remarkable film I saw last year that stunned me into transcribed silence? Well, dear readers; let me tell you about a film. A film that goes by the name of Michael.

Michael appears to be somewhat of a hidden gem, because despite having a decent IMDb score of 7.0 (that’s decent considering the kind of film it is), it seems to have flown completely under the radar. No-one I know knew about it and I only found out that it existed whilst skimming through the reviews section of the Radio Times, since by chance it happened to be showing as part of Channel 4’s “Daring Directors” season. Besides that, I haven’t seen or heard any real media attention or any kind of proper recognition of this film’s existence, which is a shame because this film deserves it, for its sheer balls if nothing else. So, I think it’s time I gave this film some praise and publicity (on probably the world’s least visited blog, but oh well), and maybe then I can spread the word on this wonder.

Now, I am willing to bet that within the next few sentences, someone reading this blog will think that this film is some ghastly abomination and needs to be burned at the stake, banned in all countries, blah de blah de blah. You know, the usual knee-jerk reaction possessed by utter twats with minds so narrow they’re practically two-dimensional. Some may just see it as some kind of shock cinema with no real value, made simply because someone had to eventually, or maybe others don’t want to watch something as serious and thought-provoking and would rather stick to their safe zone; consisting of light hearted romcoms starring Bill Nighy. But I implore you to let me change your mind.

Michael is about a paedophile and the relationship he has with a ten-year old boy locked in his basement.

Right, statistically speaking, the only people still reading this are people who are open to and intrigued by daring film ideas. Bravo to you! I know it sounds like a horrible, disturbing film but, and I hope this doesn't make me sound too much like a monster but, that’s kind of what attracted me to the film in the first place.

Now, it’s probably worth explaining that I’m quite a big fan of controversial cinema. Even though I haven’t watched many titles from this subset of motion pictures, I feel particularly drawn to any film which pushes the boundaries of what a film can depict, and challenges our own insecurities by exploring the taboo. While I haven’t seen any of the following, titles such as Pink Flamingos, Flaming Creatures and Salo: 120 Days of Sodom are all pictures which I find intriguing, and hope to watch someday. I'm not particularly fucked up in the head or anything, it’s just that a) I'm not easily disturbed/offended and b) I like films that are different, and try things other, mainstream films wouldn't dare. Which leads me nicely to my next point.

One of the biggest draws is that Hollywood would never make this film. Especially in an industry hell bent on generating money rather than any actual decent content with moral value or artistic expressions or messages. No no, we don’t want to use this incredible art form to enrich our minds and culture, or challenge our own perceptions of this cruel world and explore the vast depths of human existence; more Transformers please. Sarcasm aside, if a film hasn't got the wide, mainstream appeal to generate a nice fat profit on opening weekend, then Hollywood don’t want to hear about it. Which actually benefits the film quite nicely, but I’ll get on to that later.  With a subject as controversial as paedophilia, it’s obvious that this film did not have economic gain in mind during its inception, which is great, because it means there’s only one other reason the film was made; the director wanted to present his thoughts on the topic. So, with that in mind, Michael is a film that actually has heart and soul behind it, rather than financial backing, and that is what makes Michael so powerful.

Michael does not excessively demonize paedophilia, nor does it need to. Anyone with even the slightest moral centre knows that paedophiles are horrible people and that what they do is one of the most awful things it is possible for a human to do. So, Michael does not need to emphasize and exaggerate the titular character as some kind of demonic villain or heinous psychopath, but merely show him as he really is.

Let me explain.

If Hollywood were to make this film, which as previously discussed they wouldn’t, Michael himself would be running around, shouting obscenities, cackling maniacally and eating small puppies for breakfast. Ok, maybe not quite so literally, but that’s the kind of depiction they’d go for, which is just awful. If nothing else, it’s unrealistic, immature and borderline offensive. To treat such a serious issue in such an over-the-top manner is just such an insulting way of dumbing down a serious real world issue so that the average brain dead American can still process it whilst stuffing their face with junk food and pretending not to be racist. Michael understands this, and so presents our antagonist as a fairly average man. Michael knows and knows the viewer knows that paedophiles are horrible, and therefore the viewer is already against Michael from the get-go, therefore leaving no reason to satirise him or demonize him further, and instead focus on his day-to-day existence. That being said, this concept is marginalised slightly by the skiing scene, which felt like a bit of an “everyone laugh at the horrible paedophile as he struggles in the snow” kind of scene: where the plot ground to a halt for a spot of slapstick schaudenfreude, instead of continuing with the lovely, mature attitude set up by the rest of the film, but I’ll let it slide just this once.

From a critical perspective, there’s nothing ground-breaking about Michael; its cinematography, editing, production values, etc. are all as good as you’d expect from this kind of production. Where the film shines is simply in its character relationships: the depiction of Michael and his captive, Wolfgang. As mentioned earlier, Michael is not excessively demonised and is shown to be a fairly average guy on the surface. He works an office job at an insurance company, occasionally hangs out with some drinking buddies (although admittedly he looks rather detached from the experience) and even goes on previously mentioned skiing holidays. We even see that he still stays in close contact with his family, and here we drive towards Michael’s primary, and best presented point.

The overall message of this film is that anyone could be a paedophile. Now I don’t mean that in a paranoid way; I mean that paedophiles can be anyone and anything. They do not have special jobs or a certain appearance or any means of differentiating them from others visually or socially, (besides being a 70’s TV presenter, I suppose) and their horrendous acts could be taking place anywhere, even in your very neighbourhood and you would never know. Going back to my rant on Hollywood, one of the reasons this film would not have done well in a high budget setting is because this entire, crucial aspect of the film would have been completely lost on those over bloated money-powered automatons who run the studio, and they would never dare to present a paedophile in such a balanced and realistic fashion, and couldn’t risk scaring their naïve audience with revealing the unflinching and awful truth of this world, lest they ask for a refund for making their brains do some actual deep thinking for once.

And so, to draw this gushing to some kind of conclusion, I would now like to talk to you about the ending. So, of course, spoilers ahead.

Wolfgang, desperate to escape, waits for Michael to come and check on him, before throwing a kettle full of boiling water into his face. Whilst the audience cringe from this painful scene, Michael manages to stop Wolfgang from escaping, locking him back in the room, and then running off to treat his injuries. Michael ends up driving to the store to get some medication, but crashes en route and dies.

After his funeral, his family come to his house and begin sorting out his possessions. There is no clear indication of how much time has passed since the night of Michael’s death. His mother goes into the basement, many times walking straight past the door which hides Michael’s secret world.

I was tense, and not just because of the ending itself. This film was working towards having an impeccable ending, but just one slip could ruin the whole thing; execution was key. It would seem, however, that fledgling director Markus Schleinzer knows what he’s doing because he hits it out of the park. After several nail biting minutes, the mother finally notices the door, and cautiously, unlocks it, and enters. Cut to black. We don’t see her reaction, we know nothing of the aftermath, and most importantly, we do not know of Wolfgang’s ultimate fate. Some have argued that the film stops here because this is the point at which Michael’s control over Wolfgang ended, but I prefer to liken it to the paradox of Schrödinger’s Cat. Wolfgang is both simultaneously alive and dead, as its all down to the audience’s opinion of how much time has elapsed, whether Wolfgang knew to ration his food supplies properly and, slightly more pivotal perhaps, the viewer’s own optimism. Yeah, I know that’s not quite how the original paradox worked, but that’s the way I like to think of it. Regardless, the ambiguity of this ending is one of the strongest points of the entire film, possibly the strongest point, and Schleinzer’s choice and execution couldn’t be better if he tried.

End of Spoilers

But enough about quantum mechanics; as is probably clear by now, this is an excellent, daring and thought provoking film that challenges the bitter, over-sensitive and unadventurous audiences of today and makes a bold statement about one of the most disgusting current affairs. In my eyes, Michael is a prime example of the kinds of film the industry needs nowadays; powerful, compelling, intelligent, and arguably most important, different. It’s such a shame that this film is such an unknown, because I’d say this is one of the most important pieces of modern cinema, and I think everyone should watch it, at least once. The film isn’t particularly graphic, so if you’re worried about nudity or violence, rest assured, this film would have been a PG/12 if it weren’t for the subject matter. Be warned though, this isn’t the kind of film where you round up your mates and crash on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn; this is a personal experience, best seen on your own on a quiet weekend afternoon. With that in mind, I really hope I’ve inspired at least some of you to open your eyes and mind a tad further and explore some of the juicier fruits cinema has to offer, and if you’re already into these kind of films, then congratulations; you just got a 2000 word film suggestion!

That’s about it for now, but stay tuned, since I’ve already got my next discussion outlined, and let me tell you, my subject matters are not getting any more cheerful. See you next time!

Michael2011 – Markus Schleinzer - German
Score:   9

Recommendation:          High

Friday, 27 February 2015

Oscar Results 2015

Well, the Oscars were announced last Sunday, so while they’re still fresh in our memories, I might as well give a quick follow up post concerning my thoughts on the results. Not much to declare here, so let’s cut to the chase.

Best Picture

I am so glad Birdman won. While I would also have been happy with Whiplash winning this award, I basically just didn't want Boyhood to win. I know that seems a bit harsh, especially since I haven’t seen it yet, but the fact that it came out around half a year ago, went through the whole charade of being nominated for awards left, right and centre and have perfect scores from critics (Metascore is 100), and then had the balls to not really have a proper cinema run over here in the UK, or at least, not near where I live, sort of left a bad taste in my mouth. But I'm sure the film itself is fine. Besides that, it’s also good to see Selma didn't win. I have nothing against the film, but it simply isn't a 2014 release, in my eyes.

Best Actor

Predictions are running well so far, and so consequently I am also happy with Redmayne’s win. Not really much to say here that wasn't really said in my last post, so I guess I’ll leave it at that.

Best Actress

First prediction to go awry. I honestly wasn't expecting Julianne Moore’s performance from Still Alice, as the film seemed a bit too low profile for the Academy to notice, but I'm glad they’re opening their eyes a bit. I personally haven’t seen the film, but it looks very interesting, and based on what I said in my last post about going above and beyond in your role, I would imagine a sufferer of Alzheimer’s to be a challenging role indeed.

To be honest, I'm basically just glad Reese Whitherspoon didn't win for her role in Reese Whitherspoon: The Movie or to go by its alternate title, Give me an Oscar please, featuring Whitherspoon. So, I guess I've got to watch out for those flying pigs.

Best Director

Refer to the ‘Best Picture’ section above.

Best Supporting Actor

Since I wrote my last post, I have finally had the chance to see Whiplash, and it’s pretty damn good. Easily my second favourite film of the year, as long as you still consider it a 2014 release, and one of the things that made it so compelling was J.K. Simmons. If you haven’t seen it yet, be assured, he’s just as good as everyone’s been saying. Really, there was no competition for this category. As great as Edward Norton may have been, I can see Fletcher becoming one of the most memorable characters from this decade of film. Stupendous stuff, and well deserving of the Oscar.

Best Supporting Actress

[Insert frustration pertaining to Boyhood] But seriously, I'm just glad Meryl Streep didn't win. Oh, don’t give me that look; she’s got plenty of Oscars. It might seem a bit weird that I keep wanting certain people to not get Oscars, but as far as I see, preserving the value of an Oscar is just as much about making sure the wrong people don’t get it as it is the right people getting it. In fact, I think they should be able to refuse to give an Oscar out if all the nominations in the category were shit. Of course, that doesn't really apply here, but it’s an idea to consider.

Best Cinematography

You know, despite what I said, it’s actually a slight shame that Whiplash didn't win this. Don’t get me wrong, I still think Birdman rightfully deserved it more, but Whiplash still had some absolutely fantastic cinematography. If it had come out any other year, it would have won the Oscar, but unfortunately it just couldn't compare to Birdman’s one shot illusion. Tough luck, Whiplash. Bravo, Birdman.

Best Animated Film

Big Hero 6 was the deserving winner, although it was the only one of the nominations I've seen, but it was a fantastic film. I've heard some people lament that How to Train Your Dragon 2 didn't win. Personally, I haven’t seen it or it's predecessor yet (don’t worry, I’ll get there in due time) so I can’t really comment. However, Big Hero 6 was better than some of the Best Picture nods, in my eyes, so on that philosophy alone it deserves the win.

Best Visual Effects

Interstellar makes sense. For the Oscar that is, although I suppose the plot is more or less comprehensible, as well. It always brings me joy when a high-concept film uses both computer and practical effects to achieve its visuals; it shows me that there is still hope for the industry to eventually learn that the 100% CGI is not the way to go, and if you combine the two, the end result almost looks real.

Best Sound Mixing / Best Editing

Whiplash was a fantastic film, both emotionally, but almost more so technically. So even though it missed out on the cinematography Oscar, the Academy still decided to make up for it. Whiplash’s strongest technical element besides its cinematography was its editing, and the two went hand in hand to make some chillingly brilliant sequences. Sound mixing seems an odd Oscar to me, since I've never really seen, or heard I suppose, bad sound mixing. It doesn't really seem like the kind of thing that’s a) massively noticeable, relative to other components or b) worth its own award, separate from Best (Sound) Editing. But anyway, Whiplash was a film about music, so I guess that’s grounds for Best Sound Mixing? I don’t know; sound’s not my forte, okay.

And that about wraps it up. Overall, I'm pretty happy with the turnout this year, and also quite happy with how many films I managed to see in the past few months. Judging by my current progress, I'm going to get through a lot of films in 2015, so you’ll be sure to see another one of these posts next year. In the meantime, it’s back to regular film discussions next time, and I've got a film lined up that I am just about ready to gush about from every orifice. So, that’s something to look forward to.


Although not for the cleaners, I guess.