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Summer update

Hey readers! Summer’s here, and things are getting busy! I’ll be away this week and next, on vacation and helping out at a summer camp. But I hope to be back in the saddle ASAP with some new essays! Hope your summer is off to a great start!

NMP Announcement: Help Fund a Movie!

Hey readers!

Ever wanted to help make a movie, but don’t have any technical or acting skills? Never fear! I’m here to help. Holly De Ruyter, a budding documentarian, has a Kickstarter page going to raise funding for her documentary about Wisconsin Supper Clubs. Here’s a video from Holly with more details about her project:

Doesn’t that look like a great idea? Of course it does! Here’s where you come in: Holly’s got 17 days to go to raise around $3,000. Help her get this movie made! It’ll make you feel good about yourself, plus there are some pretty sweet premiums for those who kick in a few shekels. Click here to find out more and donate.

Happy Holidays–I’ll be back next week with another Christmas-themed post.

 

NMP Special Edition: “Never Make it Home”

Greetings, readers! Thanks for all your great comments last week, as well as subscribing! It’s great to see the blog getting so much exposure. With Thanksgiving coming up this week, I’ll be taking a break to bake copious amounts of pie and whip up other delicious food items. However, I didn’t want to leave you all hanging, so here’s a shorter post this week about a documentary that will be screening in Lawrence this Saturday. If you’re in the area, and need something to do, you now have this on your radar. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

“Never Make it Home” is a documentary that details the history and final tour of the late Kirk Rundstrom, frontman for the Wichita, Kansas band Split Lip Rayfield. In 2006, Rundstrom was diagnosed with esophageal cancer, and spent his remaining months of life playing a farewell tour with Split Lip Rayfield before his death in February 2007. As a piece of filmmaking, director G.J. Echternkamp’s documentary is far from perfect. But, regardless of the film’s artistic quality, local musicians and local music fans will find a lot to respect and appreciate in it when it screens at Liberty Hall in Lawrence this Saturday, November 26.

Echternkamp begins “Never Make it Home” with footage shot a year before Rundstrom’s diagnosis. He follows the band on tour, as well as Rundstrom’s own solo shows. Just when it looks like Split Lip Rayfield is about to hit the big time, Rundstrom is diagnosed with cancer. He gets together with his bandmates, including former mandolin player Wayne Gottstein, and hits the road for a series of immensely energetic, surprisingly touching live shows, with fans turning out in droves to support the band.

Echternkamp does a decent enough job chronicling the origins of the band Split Lip Rayfield, and Rundstrom’s relationship with his wife, Lisa, and their two kids. But it’s largely detail-free. Fans of the band looking for a behind-the-scenes exploration of Rundstrom’s life and feelings during this time won’t be satisfied with what they get, and newcomers won’t get the full story. For example, no mention is made of the fact that Rundstrom had no health insurance when he got the diagnosis, and his chemotherapy and other treatments were provided by an outpouring of donations from fans and fellow musicians. Other things that the director does choose to show seem unnecessary. The editing feels a bit self-indulgent and erratic, with the director making his presence and relationship to the band known a few times too often.

But where “Never Make it Home” gets it right is in showing the energy of those final live Split Lip Rayfield shows. The atmosphere is electric, and, of course, the music is fantastic. Those who made it to the concerts included in the film will remember them, and Rundstrom, fondly. Those who weren’t there will wish they had been. Rundstrom and Split Lip Rayfield were a big part of music in Kansas, with a devoted following of folks from all across the state, and a strong network of friends in the music community. The love and support the fans show onscreen is genuine, and helps the audience understand exactly why Rundstrom would want to spend his last days touring, rather than staying at home with his family—his fans were his family as much as his wife and children were.

The fact that “Never Make it Home” is not a great movie is beside the point. It’s not going to win many awards, or get lots of recognition. But that’s okay. It is first and foremost a document of Split Lip Rayfield’s amazing, force-of-nature frontman, and the musical legacy he left behind. For Kirk Rundstrom devotees and newcomers alike, this documentary serves as an affectionate portrait of a man whose life’s work was an important piece of the musical history of Kansas.

Minding the Gap: The Cook, the Thief, his Wife and her Lover



Despite the fact that Netflix has a few issues they need to work out with their service (namely, their disappointing partnership with the Criterion Collection), they are a fabulous source for movies you can’t find anywhere else. Every once in a while, they use their online streaming service to bring a tough-to-find gem to larger audiences, giving subscribers a rare opportunity to expose themselves to something really special. The addition of Peter Greenaway’s movie “The Cook, the Thief His Wife and Her Lover” to their streaming selection, is a great move, and one that’s giving them a lifetime pass from me.  It’s the blind spot that I’ve been the most anxious to correct, since the movie has a pretty wild reputation, and it’s immensely difficult to find on DVD.

“The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover” tells the sordid tale of London gangster Albert (Michael Gambon), who’s just bought an upscale French restaurant. He drags his lackeys and his wife Georgina (Helen Mirren) to dinner night after night, talking loud BS about food, bullying his dining companions and generally disrupting the other diners. Georgina, sick of her husband’s abuse and public displays of bad manners, starts an affair with fellow diner Michael (Alan Howard) right under Albert’s nose, seemingly out of spite. As you might expect, the two lovers become emotionally attached, Albert finds out and tragedy follows, culminating in a final scene of cold revenge that’s icky, but so perfectly staged and dramatically satisfying that it sent chills down my spine.

“Thief” is known as kind of a shocker. And it’s true; it does contain some difficult material. Among the images Greenaway incorporates:

  • Full-frontal nudity (male and female)
  • Acts of violent abuse
  • Force-feeding of items that aren’t meant for eating (notably buttons and sheets of paper)
  • Cannibalism (only once, but it’s a doozy)
  • An unpleasant opening scene involving poo

While this stuff is pretty salacious, what people don’t talk about quite as much is that the movie is one of the most beautifully shot and stylized you’ll see anywhere, and it’s done in a strikingly unique way. All you budding filmmakers out there, take note: If you want a sure-fire way to glue your audience to the screen, even when (especially when) what you’re showing is controversial, disturbing or hard to watch, make it look as gorgeous as possible. Despite that I knew exactly what I was seeing, I never once felt I was watching something grossly inappropriate (pretty impressive, given the nasty elements mentioned above). Greenaway handles the film’s provocative material with amazing taste. Every frame looks like a painting, and I mean that in the most literal sense. Witness:

It doesn’t matter if the scene is a dinner table or a tryst in the kitchen pantry, it all looks gorgeous.

Gambon is pitch-perfect as Albert, in a performance that’s both frustrating and funny. He’s crass, but wants to look like he’s got taste. He speaks at length about various culinary processes he doesn’t really understand (often with his mouth full). He’s the kind of diner who thinks bold, edgy cuisine is ham with pineapples. Mirren, for her part, is good too, although hers isn’t quite as raucous and attention-grabbing a role as Gambon’s. They’re supported by an impressive ensemble that includes Ciaran Hinds and Tim Roth, both at early stages in their illustrious careers. Roth, in particular, gives a wonderfully physical performance that has him doing everything from vomiting down his shirt to jumping on a table like a spider monkey.

But as good as the acting is, what really stands out is the film’s design. “Thief” begins and ends with curtains, as though we’re watching a play, a feeling supported by huge, lavish sets that feel like a cross between a theatrical production and a Rembrandt painting. The amazingly structured costumes by Jean-Paul Gaultier change color from scene to scene, depending on the location and the lighting (green in the kitchen, red in the dining room, white in the bathroom). Scenes that Greenaway wants to give a particular artistic highlight are shot with a kind of flattened perspective (the dinner table scenes, for instance, frequently have people sitting on only one side of the table).

Of course, that’s all well and good, until you come to question the meaning of the film itself. It looks good, and tells a good story, sure, but is there an anchor of meaning that grounds the movie? Given its characters and conclusion, it feels very much like a more explicitly violent version of a play like “The Duchess of Malfi,” which reflected and responded to historical occurrences, class and religious beliefs held at the time it was written. In that same vein, “Thief” was seen at the time of its release as an enraged response to the politics of greed that characterized the 1980s, particularly those of then-Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher and those who benefited from her policies. Roger Ebert does a much better job of explaining it than I can, I’ll direct you to his insightful review.

“The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover” is a strange cocktail of a movie. It’s difficult to watch, but glorious to look at. It’s troubling and angry, but also bold and really gutsy. It’s nasty, but done with impressive taste. It’s a movie that feels important, and I suspect that it would even if you’d never heard of it or its director. It’s an experience that may not sit well with the viewer, but it’s a movie that everyone should see at least once, if only for the conversations it will stir up afterward. Now, thanks to Netflix, you finally can.

Random observations:

  • I’ve never seen a movie heavily involving food that made the food look so unappetizing. Maybe it was the extensive variations of gelatin served, maybe it was that the food was abused about as often as it was consumed. I don’t know. All I’m saying is, if I had my pick of expensive restaurants to eat at, Le Hollandais would not be my first choice.
  • A suggestion: When I first watched this movie, I wasn’t aware of its political motivations— the result of a double handicap of not having experienced Thatcherite England and not being familiar with Greenaway’s filmography. I’d suggest reading the Roger Ebert review I linked above before watching “The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover” for a little historical and cultural context, and also because Roger Ebert is just a fantastic writer.
  • British TV nerds, take note: In addition to Hinds and Roth featuring in the supporting cast, the ensemble also includes great British “That Guys” Roger Lloyd Pack and Ron Cook, as well as musician Ian Dury (of the band The Blockheads). There’s also a fun little appearance from a young Alex Kingston (of “Doctor Who”). See if you can spot her.
  • I’m fairly certain that the Japanese “Iron Chef” show borrowed its “judgement” music from Michael Nyman’s excellent score. 
  • Finally: This is a movie that is an absolutely perfect candidate for the Criterion Collection. As I mentioned earlier, it’s really tough to find on DVD, and could really benefit from some nice supplements that put it into cultural perspective. I understand it has something to do with Criterion not being able to get the rights. So, Harvey Weinstein, I am calling you out.  Get your rear in gear and allow this movie the video release it deserves.

The Non-Fiction Section: Subway Preacher

I’ve written about Dennis W. Ho’s short documentary “Subway Preacher” briefly before, in my overall review of the True/False film festival back in March. I didn’t get to write much in-depth about the film, which is an interesting piece of cinema verite, so this week I’m doing a full review. Like George Ratliff’s movie “Hell House,” “Subway Preacher” is an interesting, frustrating and strangely entertaining look into the lives of a group of right-wing Christian fundamentalists who have clearly got some other issues they need to tackle in addition to religion.

The movie’s focal point is Brian Kelly, a man who’s given up his job to go into ministry full time. Now, when I say “go into ministry,” I don’t mean go to a theological seminary, or becoming a missionary. Brian is the subway preacher of the movie’s title. He and the members of his pitiful congregation, spend hours and hours every day in the New York City subway, handing out religious pamphlets, praying loudly, and threatening hellfire for heathens. Brian’s wife, Rose, dutifully helps him with his work, meaning that the couple has no income. During the course of the film, Brian starts having feelings for Kaitlin, a Columbia grad student and member of his flock. Discord between Brian, Rose and his ministry partner Shawn follow as a result.

Ho pulls no punches here. He presents Brian as a wholly unlikeable, off-putting character and his congregation as a bunch of enthusiastic but misguided souls. Brian’s manipulative. He exploits Shawn. He verbally abuses Rose. He proudly takes photos with “born again” Son of Sam killer David Berkowitz. But through all of this he still truly believes he is doing God’s work, and shouts it at the top of his lungs. An exchange Kaitlin has with an irritated subway commuter as Brian spouts his dogma in the background says it best:

Man: Is he (Brian) going to hell?

Kaitlin: No, he’s saved. He isn’t going to hell.

Man: Then how bad could (hell) be?

With representatives like Brian around, it’s no wonder people get turned off by Christianity.

As much as I’d like to get on my high horse about the film’s unfortunate but true “Christians-as-wackjobs” portrayal of Brian and his team, my goal here, first and foremost, is to evaluate “Subway Preacher” as a movie. And it’s a really good movie. Ho gets creative with his camera, setting up very cinematic shots of characters, and creative transitional montages of subway scenes. The drama between Brian, Rose, Kaitlin and Shawn is heartbreaking.  You never get the sense that characters are exaggerating, or are reacting to the camera, with theexception of Brian—it could be argued that his behavior

 during the whole film (his pursuit of Kaitlin, his rejection of his wife) is a giant reaction to Ho’s presence.

Amidst all the drama, “Subway Preacher” really serves to show the ironic life and hypocrisies of people with extreme beliefs. Brian’s fundamental theology ought to eliminate divorce from Rose as an option. But yet, Brian finds a way to justify it to himself through verbally abusing her and calling her a rebellious woman when she sticks up for herself, though it’s clear she loves him. Brian and Kaitlin both claim they’re “on fire for God,” yet choose to show that fire by scaring away anyone they might potentially convert. Kaitlin actually makes a good point earlier in the film that she feels she has blood on her hands every time she chooses not to evangelize to someone, the point being that she’s keeping them from Heaven by not telling them about Jesus. But her particular brand of evangelism does more harm than good—those whose souls she’s concerned for might be better off if she didn’t say anything at all.

“Subway Preacher” is a curious slice-of-life movie that looks closely at the existence and beliefs of people most of us go out of our way to ignore. It’s not necessarily revealing or surprising, but there’s a surprising wealth of drama that provides entertaining, sympathetic characters and an engaging story. Director Dennis W. Ho has made a creative, thoughtful movie that’s as easy to laugh at as it can be cringe-inducing.

Scene-Stealers Review: “Family Instinct”

I mentioned yesterday that I’d be posting a full review of the movie “Family Instinct” that screened at the True/False festival last week. Well, here it is! Sink your teeth in.

Update!

Hey gang!

As you may have noticed, I didn’t post yesterday. I won’t have anything up until next week, unfortunately, but am hard at work on posts for both this blog and Amateur Critics’ Guild. Until then, entertain yourselves with this:

See you all next week!

-Abby

Abby’s on Scene-Stealers!

Hey, all! In addition to a super-cool post coming tomorrow, I’m on Scene-Stealers today with a brand spanking-new Top Ten list for your enjoyment. Check it out!

Update

Hello, friends and readers!

Again, things on my end have been a flurry of activity this week, so I’m unable to post today. Mark my words, there will be a post this week, but it may not appear until Saturday. Thanks for your patience in the meantime!

-Abby

Delays/Announcements

Greetings, all!

Unfortunately, a busy week at work has delayed my post this week, but rest assured that it is in production, and should be out by the end of the week.

In the meantime, there’s been an exciting new development in the last couple of weeks that I’ll now take the opportunity to announce. I’ve recently been invited to join the ranks of the Amateur Critics’ Guild, the blog of a collective of wordy movie enthusiasts. My first post appeared yesterday, and you can read it here.

Check this space tomorrow or Friday for a brand-spankin’-new post!