Showing posts with label film. Show all posts
Showing posts with label film. Show all posts

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Finding Mabel: documentary on Argentina's disappeared

Awhile ago, I received an email from Eileen Reardon, the director of Finding Mabel, a feature-length documentary film centered on Argentina's so-called "Dirty War." The film's synopsis follows:
Finding Mabel is a gripping documentary that follows a young woman's journey to Argentina, to piece together the enigmatic disappearance of the woman she was named after, one of the 30,000 people who disappeared during Argentina's last military dictatorship. Part scavenger hunt, part self-discovery, Finding Mabel intelligently weaves Argentina's recent dark past with today's polarizing struggle for justice.
For more, please see these links:

Fundraising campaign
Official website
Interview with the director here


Wednesday, March 16, 2011

"Nostalgia for the Light" (dir. Patricio Guzmán) opens Friday in New York

In my first few months of college, I met a Chilean graduate student that was studying geology. I wanted to talk about Neruda, and he was more than happy to oblige. Naturally, my friend was fascinated with rocks, so much so that when traveling, he often had to declare extra weight for the containers of earth he transported back and forth. The shelves in his office were lined with geodes, fossils and amber, but anything related to science intrigued him deeply. I often had the sense Ohio was incredibly disappointing to him -- geographically dull, relatively young in the grand scheme of things, and too populated with mall and parking lot lights to get a good view of the night sky. Nonetheless, I accompanied him on several excursions -- once, to keep watch for the comet Hale-Bopp, and later, during a field work expedition in Punta Arenas, near the Strait of Magellan. Though he was made of many things, earth and The Earth were integral parts of his identity. Sometimes, I have the feeling it is so for most Chileans. Maybe it has to do with the incredibly varied nature of the Chilean landscape, the frequency of earthquakes or the long, narrow boundary lines of the country itself. Earlier on this blog, I attempted to address similar questions after the miners were rescued.

Patricio Guzmán is one of Chile's most well-known documentarians, and his work is essential for anyone interested in memory and human rights. His most famous quote, also on the front page of his website, is "Un país sin cine documental es como un país sin album de fotografías" ("A country without documentary film is like a country without a photo album"). The trailer for his new film, "Nostalgia for the Light," opens by addressing the Atacama desert. A NYT review calls the documentary, which opens Friday in Greenwich Village, a "meditation on astronomy, archeology, geology and human rights."

For more information, see the film's official website here. I will report back on the blog after I've seen it, but in the meantime, if anyone would like to share initial reactions, please do so using the comment feature of this post.



Read more here:
Review in Reverse Shot
Review in Slant Magazine
Interview in Filmmaker Magazine 

View brief clips here:
Clip 1  
Clip 2
Clip 3

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Documentary Film: "La isla," directed by Uli Stelzner

La isla is a documentary film on the Guatemalan Civil War, directed by Uli Stelzner. I first read about this film yesterday, in a very personal review on the blog CineSobreTodo.

The film's description on SilverDocs reads:
In this artfully rendered film, Guatemala’s violent history of repression at the hands of extremist political regimes is laid bare following the discovery of a vast archive of secret police documents. Found near the site of La Isla—a notorious extrajudicial prison—the cache details with chilling specificity the surveillance, torture and killing of thousands of civilians targeted by the country’s succession of fanatical right-wing governments. As a team of dedicated forensic specialists undertakes the arduous task of sorting through the files, the voices of the disappeared rise again to challenge the culture of impunity that has plagued this troubled nation.

Friday, August 6, 2010

Uruguayan Documentary: "Las manos en la tierra"

One of the blogs I read regularly is Memoriando, a documentary film blog based in Colombia. The blogger, who goes only by "Vica," has an unbelievable ability to track down documentaries -- mostly contemporary, but not always -- from all over the world. I am addicted to reading Memoriando, because I always discover films I've never heard of. Today's post is on an Uruguayan documentary, "Las manos en la tierra" ("Hands in the Earth"), directed by Virginia Martínez.

Martínez's documentary focuses on the disappeared of Uruguay's military dictatorship (1973-85), and, in the words of the synopsis on the official website, sees itself as "an arqueological thriller" that "marks a before and after in the history of the country." I cannot think of any other documentary on the case of the Uruguay, which tends to get overlooked when we speak of the Southern Cone dictatorships of the 70s and 80s.

Reading about this film reminds me of a conversation I once had with an Uruguayan friend who told me, almost as if she were embarrassed, "I mean, what happened in Uruguay is nothing like Chile or Argentina, but it was still bad."

I look forward to reading more about this film.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Documentary: "Mi vida con Carlos" ("My Life with Carlos")

First viewed on the Spanish blog, El blog del cine español.

'My Life with Carlos' is the journey of a son (director German Berger-Hertz) trying to learn the truth about his father, who was killed in 1973 in Pinochet's Chile. Deeply-personal, poetic, and suspenseful, the film chronicles the heroic actions that led to Carlos Berger's death and the devastating effect it had on his family. In this powerful cinematic document, Berger-Hertz confronts not only the horrors of his country's past but also his own.

Winner, Best Documentary at the San Diego Latino Film Festival
Voted Top Ten Audience favorite at Hot Docs
Winner, Best Film and Audience Award at the Biarritz FF, Winner, Best Film, Young Jury Award, Audience Award at the Rencontres du Cinema Marseille
Winner, Best Film at the Lleida Film Festival
Winner, Critics' Award at the Malaga Film Festival
Official Selection, Rotterdam International Film Festival
Official Selection, Goteborg Film Festival
Official Selection, Latinbeat - Film Society of Lincoln Center

My Life With Carlos TRAILER from German Berger on Vimeo.

Monday, June 14, 2010

"Un largo invierno" ("A Long Winter") - documentary on Spain's March 11 and Pilar Manjón

On March 11, 2004 -- known as "el 11-M" in Spain -- 191 people were killed  and thousands wounded when ten bombs exploded on four different commuter trains in a terrorist attack in Madrid. Until 2004, terrorist attacks in Spain had been largely tied to ETA, the Basque separatist organization. Initially, Spanish politicians -- including the president at the time, José María Aznar, and the candidate for president, Mariano Rajoy, both of the Partido Popular, or "People's Party" (PP) -- and media blamed ETA for the attacks. However, ETA had long had a practice of announcing their attacks prior to their occurrence, as well as  assuming responsibility for them. Also, despite the fact that ETA had murdered over 800 since 1968, their largest attack was the Barcelona Hipercor bombing of 1987, which killed 21.

Occurring just three days before Spain's presidential elections, the attacks inspired widespread protests when it became apparent that the governing party (aligned with Bush and Blair) had attempted to sway public opinion by contacting the media and asking them to support the ETA theory, as Democracy Now reported in November 2004:
Within a few hours, Spanish prime minister Jose Maria Aznar had called all the major media executives in the country and told them that ETA, the Basque separatist group, was to blame. Such was the conviction expressed by the president that Spain’s largest newspaper, the left-leaning EL PAIS, published a special edition on the day of the attacks with the title "ETA massacre in Madrid."
Without a doubt, the ETA theory was politically-motivated. As is well-known, the Aznar government supported the U.S. invasion of Iraq. The widely-publicized photo of Tony Blair, George Bush, and Aznar smiling like the three amigos in the Azores had drawn the ire of Spaniards that had protested the war from the outset. Essentially, Aznar ignored public outrage about the Iraq invasion, and allied himself with England and the U.S. It is impossible to overlook the fact that two of the countries suffered major terrorist attacks on September and March 11 (England, on Juy 7, 2005). Thus, promoting the ETA theory served to benefit Aznar, while opening the door to radical Islamic terrorists did not. The people of Spain came together -- some holding signs reading "paz," some demanding the PP stop lying -- in a powerful, visible display of solidarity on the streets of Madrid.
The day after the bombings, a massive demonstration that had been promoted by the government to protest the attacks turned into a spontaneous antiwar event that condemned both the bombings in Madrid and in Iraq. Finally, on the eve of the elections, thousands of people congregated in front of the headquarters of the governing political party, the PP. They demanded to be told the truth. (Democracy Now, November 23, 2004)
In 2007, an official report ruled out any ETA involvement in the 2004 bombings, but was also unable to establish any direct links to Al-Qaeda. To date, at least 2 men have been sentenced - a Moroccan national and a Spaniard. Both men received sentences over 30,000 (thirty thousand) years and were charged with supplying the materials needed to make the bombs -- cell phones and dynamite. The years are mainly symbolic, as no one can remain in prison longer than 40 years in Spain. The Socialist party (PSOE), led by José Luis Rodríguez Zapatero, has been in power since 2004, but the Zapatero government has had its share of problems, particularly regarding the economy.

Similar to what happened in the U.S. after September 11, Spain has begun to witness an attempt to deal with March 11 via literature, film and music. Probably the best known example to date is the song "Jueves" by the now defunct pop group La Oreja de Van Gogh (LOVG). I also recently finished a short novel by Ricardo Menéndez Salmón, El corrector, which has March 11 as its backdrop. And just days ago, I read about a new documentary film, Un largo invierno, which adopts a new approach to the March 11 story. The film's trailer is embedded in this post below. English subtitles are forthcoming on the official site.


In Un largo invierno ("A Long Winter," 2009), director Sebastián Arabia opts for a much different focus than those we are used to seeing in "terror documentaries." Here, there are no images of smoldering, twisted train cars or people weeping. We do not see played for the millionth time, from the vantage point of an escalator, the moment one of the bombs explodes. In his hour-long film, Arabia zeroes in on one protagonist, Pilar Manjón, whose 20-year old son, Daniel Paz Manjón, died in the March 11 attacks. Significantly, Pilar Manjón is also the president of the Asociación 11M Afectados del Terrorismo ("March 11 Association of those Affected by Terrorism," originally meant to serve victims of March 11 and their families), founded in 2004. She might be said to be the public face of March 11 -- during the March 11 hearings, she called out politicians and accused terrorists alike, and demanded that a new commission be created, independent of political affiliation. Perhaps, it was this appearance that led to her largely negative portrayal by the mainstream press, but Manjón's affiliation with the worker's trade union Comisiones Obreras (CCOO) -- originally founded by the Spanish Communist party -- has probably also contributed unfairly to the tirade of insults she has received.

In addition to the extreme suffering caused by the violent death of her son, Pilar Manjón has had to tolerate public slandering. Cast as the leader of a conspiracy to bring down the right, Manjón has received death threats and even required a body guard to walk down the street. In 2008, she attempted to press charges against two voices of the COPE radio station (sponsored by the Catholic Church and of an extreme right nature) for publicly humilliating herself and, by extension, the victims of terrorism, with comments they made. The complaint was denied. Manjón has also been vocal about the lack of economic and moral support the victims of March 11 have received. Sure to be controversial is the moment in the documentary when Manjón assures the camera she wishes the attacks had been caused by ETA, because then the victims would have been considered "víctimas de primera" (first-class victims) by the Spanish government, rather than second-class citizens. The hierarchy of victims is a topic taken up by Judith Butler in Precarious Life, and I was reminded of this work when I heard this statement. However, to be clear, Manjón is just as angry about the deaths caused by March 11 as she is regarding the deaths in Iraq.

Un largo invierno oscillates between the testimony of Pilar Manjón and clips of Spanish politicians and mainstream media interviews, as well as footage from the protests which followed March 11. This was the first time I have listened to Manjón at length, and I found her to be an eloquent, informed speaker. She has an air of fatigue and grief about her, but her emotions rarely, if ever, overtake her statements. When Manjón is speaking, Arabia tends to use close-up shots, periodically zeroing in on her hands. On several occasions we catch a glimpse of what appears to be a tattoo of her son's name ("Dani") on Manjón's right hand.

I like the way the film begins, with viewers hearing Manjón's report to the March 11 commission being read in her own voice, and simultaneously watching Manjón appear to be listening to her words, as if from a distance. The film picks up the words of this report towards the end of the documentary as well. I also found the end of the film well-done, with the stark images of faces of all ages contrasted against the white background. Such shots are reminiscent of the earlier-mentioned "Jueves" video, and they humanize the events of March 11. However, as I will go into later on, I wonder why the director does not give viewers more access to these people at the end. Who are they? Are they families of the victims? Are some of them those who were wounded on that day? We cannot be sure. It seems we are to read them, as one reviewer put it, as Manjón's acolytes. Yet we just don't know, because they don't speak. Some are serious, some smile and seem to joke with one another. But, unlike Manjón, they remain nameless.

I believe that this was an important film to make, particularly given the politicized nature of March 11, and the villainization of Pilar Manjón. Just like in the U.S. and elsewhere, the notion of "terror" and the concept of the "victim" have been co-opted and manipulated by politicians for political gain. It is difficult to ignore Manjón's point that ETA victims are better treated than other victims of terrorism in Spain, particularly when she cites the economic and medical challenges many face, and asserts that some March 11 victims are actually getting worse rather than better. I also appreciate the director's efforts to allot Manjón her own speaking platform, while he weaves in documentation and audioclips that essentially denounce the center-right (El Mundo) and the extreme right's self-appointed spokespersons (Jiménez Losantos and César Vidal). That said, after viewing this film for the first time yesterday -- and I have not seen it multiple times, which I usually do with documentaries I hope to study -- I am left with some questions. I should add that yesterday, the film was available for viewing in its entirety on the official site, but today, that video has unfortunately been removed (trailer is below and is available only in Spanish at the time).

My doubts regarding this film have to do with the use of Manjón as a centerpiece. The official title of the documentary, Un largo invierno, is preceded by a short descriptor, referencing Manjón's name and position. But because the promotional materials feature Manjón's face in shadow, it seems clear that she is meant to stand in as a representative of that long winter. This is a fact Sebastián Arabia acknowledges -- in the words of the director, "había que corregir algo muy perverso, el aislamiento de Pilar" ("we had to correct something really sick, Pilar's isolation," translation mine). Arabia adds that Manjón has had to carry on her shoulders a very close-knit organization ("lleva sobre los hombros un colectivo muy unido").

Perhaps, one of the film's intentions is thus, to illustrate how the personal trauma of March 11 is also a collective one. Yet while we see the power of community uniting in the days after March 11, in full support of the victims, we are also reminded, sadly, of how a community may also unite against its own victims and their loved ones. I am reminded of the despicable comments made by Ann Coulter in 2006, when she called 9-11 widows "self-obssessed" women "reveling in their status as celebrities" who "enjoyed their husbands' death so much." Pilar Manjón has become the whipping toy for those who still resent that the PP lost the elections on March 14, 2004. I see Arabia's point in getting Manjón's extended testimony beyond the courtroom and the paparrazi, but isn't placing her at the center of his film taking something away from the rest of the stories of 11-M victims? What we have in this film is Pilar Manjón against the world. What about everyone else? Can this one woman really represent everyone? In Arabia's opinion, in telling Pilar's story, he is simultaneously telling a part of Spain's recent history ("No creo que sólo esté contando la historia de Pilar, creo que estoy contando una pequeña parte de la Historia de nuestro país”).

Ultimately, Un largo invierno is a study in memory and forgetting. On the one hand, we have the sense that the PP, the party in power in 2004, tried to impose its own (false) narrative about March 11, which arguably got the party kicked out of office. In addition, the film narrates the trials Manjón has endured, depicting them as concerted efforts to silence her. And, at the time of filming, it is five years later, and what we have is the sense that the March 11 victims and their families are being forgotten, removed from public view. Manjón speculates that this forgetting -- particularly, due to the lack of economic assistance by the Comunidad de Madrid -- is politically-motivated. We come away looking at Manjón as the voice against forgetting and silence about March 11. In fact, the film almost feels like we are to read it as Pilar Manjón's vindication.

Another way we might approach the subject of memory and forgetting has to do with the imagery Arabia chooses to use (or not). The director states that he purposely did not use images of 11-M because he wanted viewers to recall on their own the sentiments of those days in March 2004, but also because the photographs and videos of bodies and shattered, twisted train cars have been misued and abused. In this instance, I agree wholeheartedly with the director's decision. Also, by foregrounding images of the protests and politicians, Arabia tries to showcase the response to March 11, or what was going on while the majority of people were still glued to their TVs focusing on the sheer enormity of the tragedy -- this sort of "global" view would not have been possible just after the attacks, or even in the first few anniversaries.

Though the film was just released in April 2010 and does not yet have subtitles, I also have doubts about how the intricacies of the March 11 story will be explained to audiences abroad. The film manages to condense an incredibly complicated trajectory into 56 minutes, and I think the characters and events portrayed will be more than familiar to Spanish audiences. However, viewers outside Spain are going to require quite a bit of background information to appreciate the film's ambitious attempt to depict the aftermath of the attacks -- and to do so through the voice of Pilar Manjón.

All in all, this is an important documentary for Spain (a country that has really seen an increase in documentary film production over the last 10 years or so), and especially remarkable considering the young age of the director. I admire Pilar Manjón tremendously, and I hope this film will help direct attention to the cause of her organization.

Please see the Facebook page for Un largo invierno here (English trailer is available on the FB site).

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Spielberg to produce documentary series on WTC rebuilding

The re-building of the Twin Towers has already generated a great deal of controversy -- what the design should look like; what sort of structure it ought to be; what the memorial component might entail; whether or not to rebuild at all; whose design ought to prevail, etc. etc. Now, Hollywood director Steven Spielberg will be following the reconstruction process in a new TV documentary series. The structure, previously called "Freedom Tower" (some other time, I will reserve a post just for this name!), is slated to be completed in 2013, so stay tuned for further posts on this front. I've included a few recent YouTube videos that illustrate the current state of the site (second video includes rather Hollywood-esque soundtrack):





From: BBC News

Spielberg to make Ground Zero doc

Oscar-winning director Steven Spielberg is to produce a TV documentary series on the rebuilding of New York's World Trade Center, to be shown in 2011.

Rebuilding Ground Zero will chronicle the engineering and building of the skyscraper being built on the site of the World Trade Center's Twin Towers.

It will also pay tribute to those who died in the 11 September 2001 attacks.

New York mayor Michael Bloomberg said the series would tell "a compelling story of remembrance and renewal".

He said Spielberg's involvement as executive producer would ensure "the story will be brought to life for people around the world for generations to come".

The Science Channel series will use 3D, time-lapse cameras, computer modelling techniques and other methods to chart the construction of One World Trade Center.

Formerly known as the Freedom Tower, the 1,776 foot (541 meter) skyscraper will be the tallest building in the US.

Work on the building officially began in 2006 and is scheduled to be completed in 2013.

Rebuilding Ground Zero will be produced by the Science Channel, a division of the Discovery network.

Story from BBC NEWS:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/go/pr/fr/-/2/hi/entertainment/8460887.stm

Published: 2010/01/15 10:39:06 GMT

Hacer clic aquí para leer la noticia en español

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Documentary Film: "Man on Wire"

I recently had the opportunity to see Man on Wire (2008, dir. James Marsh) for a second time, the award-winning documentary film which chronicles the exploits of Philippe Petit, who walked between the two towers of the World Trade Center in 1974.

As a child, I was fascinated with stories of daredevil acts, like the guy who rode over Niagara Falls in a barrel and came out alive, or Harry Houdini's exploits to break out of chains underwater. I am not old enough to remember Philippe Petit's stunning, illegal high-wire act, but I was able to visit the Twin Towers just one year before 9-11 (though I never went inside). It truly boggles the mind to contemplate what it meant to walk, essentially on air, not once, not twice, but eight times back and forth in the two hundred or so feet between the towers. And to lie down, and look down, as Petit did!

Perhaps the most extraordinary feat of Man on Wire is the complete omission of any direct reference to 9-11. While the director has stated that he did not include 9-11 on purpose -- "Why burden this beautiful story with the ugliness of that?" -- a 2008 review of the film in the Times Online (U.K.), questioned whether this film about a high-wire daredevil may actually be the "best 9/11 work of art so far" (see "Is Man on Wire the most poignant 9/11 film?"). Again, what is not stated, or what remains silent, is a powerful driving force of this film. We will discuss this movie further here after we view it for class.


Monday, January 11, 2010

Documentary Film - "A Generation Apart" (1984)

I am in the final stages of planning for the honors seminar course on memory and historical trauma that I am teaching this semester. One of the films I have been considering is "A Generation Apart," which was originally produced in 1984, but re-released on DVD in 2007. If I do end up using this film in class, I will do so in conjunction with a discussion of postmemory. I am really surprised that I did not come across this film earlier, during research for my dissertation (I'm sure I must have read about it, though I never saw it). The film is not a documentary masterpiece, but I do believe it is a valuable text with which to look at the particular challenges facing second-generation descendants of Holocaust survivors (and perhaps, by extension, descendants of other historical traumas). Director Jack Fisher interviews his parents, Auschwitz survivors, and his older brother Joe in an attempt to understand how the direct, lived experience of the Holocaust, as well as its intergenerational transmission, have affected his family. A Generation Apart also includes poignant interviews between the director's friend Shelley and her mother Mary, who survived Bergen-Belsen. There are obvious moments of tension between parents and children, and between the siblings as well. Of particular note is the segment in which the Fisher brothers address one another regarding the importance of the Shoah in their everyday lives.

Friday, January 8, 2010

Documentary Film: "In Search of Memory"


Next on my list of movies to see, this documentary, "In Search of Memory." I know so little about the science of memory, but really, doesn't Memory Studies encompass the cognitive realms of memory as well? It boggles my mind just to say neuroscience, and yet, I am fascinated by studies that show the brain on fire with thought! I first read about this film in the New York Times, and then, on my favorite documentary film blog Memoriando (usually in Spanish, with the occasional English post). Those two articles follow.



From: New York Press

"Memory is everything. Without it, we are nothing," says Nobel Laureate Neuroscientist and Columbia professor Eric Kandel in Petra Seeger's documentary film In Search of Memory. The film premiered to a full audience on the Upper East Side last night at the 92nd Street Y. Though largely centered on Kandel's own memory of the Holocaust and his personal narrative, the film's larger message tied memory—in both the scientific and sociological sense—to the larger scope of humanity.

In Search of Memory's introductory scenes begin through the rainy windshield of a moving car. Already, notions of nostalgia and selective memory incarnate as the audience squints to distinguish the urbanscape through which Kandel drives. The film, inverse to Kandel's life, begins in New York City and works backwards—like memory—to his hometown Vienna, Austria.

Throughout the film, the audience learns that Kandel's impassioned search for memory finds its roots in his experience growing up in the WWII era in Austria. His interest in neuroscience began with a foray into European history; initially, Kandel wanted to study history to understand motives of humans in times of war. In response to this ambition, his high school European history teacher encouraged him to look into neuroscience instead. If he wanted to understand motives, the teacher advised, he would have to examine humans and their intentions on a very basic cellular level.

And so begins Eric Kandel's legendary career in neurobiology: In his sensitive efforts to discover the science behind motives and map the physical locations of the id, the ego and the superego in the human brain, Kandel finds himself at the intersection of psychology and neuroscience. More specifically, he discovers the physical differences between short-term memory and long-term memory and the process by which short-term memory transforms into long-term memory. These findings ultimately lead to his Nobel Prize.

Instead of focusing strictly on the complexity of Kandel's research, however, Seeger presents short and simple segments of the neuroscientific data with Kandel's memories of Austria, clips from the Holocaust and Kandel's present day activities. Through Kandel's remarkably simple explanations of memory vis-a-vis neuroscience, even those with no scientific background are able to understand the complex structure of the memory as it travels and grows in the brain. Simple physical constituents of memory such as the synapses, the neuron, and the axon are explained as they relate to the memory.

Seeger's style, or almost lack thereof, is without intruding or contriving and, as such, the audience is given a candid look into this scientist's memory and his opus as Kandel remembers it. And because of Kandel's powerful charm and energy, the science-less and more personal aspects of the documentary add an engaging and often comical texture to this very delicate quest for memory and remembrance. The most memorable part—that which changed my brain's synaptic structure—is perhaps the colorful visualization of that very process. I was able to watch with wonder as something as seemingly figurative as short-term memory physically transformed and grew into long-term memory.

From: The New York Times

January 8, 2010
Total Recall: A Journey From Vienna to Brooklyn and the Center of the Brain

By A. O. SCOTT
Published: January 8, 2010

It’s not often that you are invited to spend an hour or two in the presence of a Nobel Prize winner, and “In Search of Memory: The Neuroscientist Eric Kandel,” Petra Seeger’s new documentary, offers an especially gratifying opportunity. The film’s subject won the 2000 Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine for his research into the workings of the brain. He is particularly interested in how, at the cellular level, the mind stores and sorts various stimuli and turns them into long- and short-term memory.

For Dr. Kandel, whose laboratory conducts experiments on mice and snails, memory is one of the keys to human identity. Our mental patterns of recollection and learning have been grist for much philosophical and literary speculation, to which Dr. Kandel, a deeply cultured and thoroughly civilized man, pays sincere respect. And though he is preoccupied with physical processes, he is also aware of just how mysterious and complicated their implications and results can be.

Ms. Seeger, a German filmmaker who occasionally appears on screen with Dr. Kandel and his family, gives only a sketch of his ideas and discoveries, but the basic information about axons, synapses and neurons is presented clearly and with enthusiasm. “In Search of Memory” is finally more concerned with the scientist than with his science, and in his particular memories rather than his insights into memory as such. This is hardly a criticism, since Dr. Kandel is an unusually engaging person with a pretty amazing biography.

The camera follows him on visits to Vienna, where he was born, and to Brooklyn, where he lived after fleeing the Nazis in the late 1930s. His accent and temperament are an almost perfect amalgam of the two places: a refined, intellectual disposition forged in Sigmund Freud’s hometown and inflected by the scrapes and strivings of life in the borough of immigrants. He speaks German precisely if at times a bit haltingly and peppers his English with Yiddish words. He laughs easily, and though a prodigious talker — we see him lecturing and also holding forth in the laboratory and at a family Seder — he seems like a good listener as well.

As its main title (shared with Dr. Kandel’s 2006 memoir) suggests, “In Search of Memory” is more concerned with exploration than with comprehensiveness or conclusions. At 95 minutes, it necessarily lacks the sweep and detail of the book, which was more than 500 pages, and occasionally tries to compensate with awkward re-enactments of events from Dr. Kandel’s childhood. But it is an engrossing portrait all the same, a generous introduction to someone worth knowing, who knows an awful lot.

IN SEARCH OF MEMORY

The Neuroscientist Eric Kandel

Opens on Friday in Manhattan.

Written and directed by Petra Seeger; directors of photography, Robert Winkler and Mario Masini; edited by Oliver Neumann; released by Icarus Films. At the IFC Center, 323 Avenue of the Americas, at Third Street, Greenwich Village. In English and German, with English subtitles. Running time: 1 hour 35 minutes. This film is not rated.


On Lucrecia Martel's The Headless Woman (La mujer sin cabeza)

For some time now, I have been wanting to see La mujer sin cabeza (The Headless Woman), directed by Lucrecia Martel. I had seen Martel's previous two films, La niña santa (The Holy Girl) and La ciénaga (The Swamp), and each had left me with a strange sense of unease. La ciénaga, in particular, made me feel disturbed, even sick. But I was willing to give Martel another shot with La mujer sin cabeza after reading favorable reviews in the Spanish press. La mujer sin cabeza was selected for Cannes in 2008, and was co-produced in part by the Almodóvar brothers (not that Martel needed their help, I might add). It is, in my view, the best of the three Martel films I've seen thus far. I found it challenging, enigmatic and, as usual, a masterpiece of sound. In addition, La mujer sin cabeza relates on many levels to my scholarly interests in memory and trauma.

Martel was born in Argentina in 1966 and is part of the so-called "New Argentine Film." In the DVD extras, Martel refutes this categorization, stating that she does not even identify herself as a filmmaker, much less as a filmmaker of a particular generation. However, she does acknowledge the recent developments in Argentine film and attributes the surge in production - at least in part - to a kind of cultural gap created by the military dictatorship (1976-1983).

When it comes to Argentine film, I have to confess that I am most familiar with works about the dictatorship and its aftermath -- La historia oficial, Cautiva, Los rubios, Nietos: identidad y memoria, etc. Martel's La mujer sin cabeza does not deal in any specific way with the dictatorship, and yet there are clear reference points to this dark period of Argentine history throughout the film. I have chosen to write about La mujer here because it is all about memory and amnesia, on both a collective and an individual level.

As with Martel's other films, La mujer takes places near Salta, Argentina, the northwest corner of the country, where the director was born. The landscape is largely rural, and there is a significant emphasis on social class differences. And, as Martel comments in an interview, here, race is also a factor. Once again, we enter the world of the upper middle class and are treated to the sort of banal issues that permeate their everyday imaginations -- getting their cars washed, their hair dyed, their bodies massaged, and their yards landscaped.

The film's protagonist is a bleach-blonde dentist named Verónica, or Vero. Vero is married to Marcos, in what seems to be a relatively loveless, joyless relationship. Vero and Marcos's daughter is in Tucumán, studying law. Though Vero is often in the presence of family and friends, we get the sense she is quite alone, alienated from herself and others.

La mujer sin cabeza tells the story of Vero's mysterious car accident on the way home from a gathering with friends. When her cell phone rings, Vero, alone in her car, goes to answer it and hits, with force, an object in the road. In the opening scene, we see three dark-skinned (most likely, Indian -- Martel notes Bolivia's proximity to Argentina in the DVD extras) boys playing in an empty canal, and when Vero's car stops, two small handprints mark the window of the driver-side door. Looking in her rearview mirror, Vero notes a dead dog in the road, but we know, and know she knows, that she has collided with something far more grave. The handprints travel with Vero for some time, until, in a daze, she gets out of the car and a heavy, pelting rain begins to hit the windshield (rain, and water in general, course throughout the film)

The film's disorienting opening scenes are just a prelude for what is to come. Viewers are sent hurling into the same oneiric, drifting realm as Vero, as we accompany her from the scene of the accident to a hospital for X-rays, a hotel for a tryst with her husband's cousin Juan Manuel, and her own home. I often had the feeling that I myself had just been hit in the head with a blunt object and was trying to recover a coherent view of the world. The extent of Vero's amnesia was never entirely clear to me -- and I think Martel does this on purpose. It is difficult to discern how much Vero comprehends of what is going on around her, though it does seem that she is unable to recognize familiar faces, names and events in the immediate aftermath of the accident.

María Onetto, who plays Vero, gives a stunning performance. She moves through the world in a daze, as if in slow motion, while people buzz about her, entering her space and leaving her to what appears to be an impending breakdown: Vero has lost familiarity with those around her, but also herself. The way she dresses herself (or does not -- she stays in the same outfit as on the day of the accident for what seems at least a day), smooths her hair, sips a cup of coffee or engages in relations with her husband's cousin indicate a profound disconnect with the body and the self; perhaps, however, these are gestures Vero makes toward normalcy, as she represses the accident and attempts to pick up her life where she left off.

The film's title, which, as some have noted, evokes a horror story (i.e. "the headless horseman," etc.), can also be seen as the profound impact that loss of memory has on the self, on one's identity. Memory is the self, and when it is lost, the self becomes other. Martel demonstrates this in a powerful manner, often introducing Vero with the top of her head literally cut off. There are, in fact, many scenes, in which we struggle to see Vero as a "complete" figure on the other end of the lens. Frames often feel crowded, even "amputated," populated with head shots, as when we observe Vero and her niece's friend riding in the car, and her niece on a motorbike alongisde the passenger window.

While we might assume that Vero's amnesia is an effect of the accident and its traumatic outcome -- a coping strategy (a moral escape route?) as well as a physical repercussion -- as La mujer indicates, others in Vero's circle are quite adept at imposing amnesia upon her, in aiding her with the re-writing of her story (perhaps, it would be better to say with the erasure of her story). As the NYT reviewer, Stephen Holden, noted, it is the men in Vero's life who try to protect her from the truth: "the men in her life have apparently protected her by erasing any evidence of her whereabouts the day of the accident; the car has been repaired."

When Vero at last confesses to her husband that she believes she hit and killed a person, her husband drives her to the scene of the crime, insisting that what she hit was only a dog, and that, as he repeatedly puts it, "you were scared." Yet Marcos later takes Vero's car to the shop and has the damage pounded out, and a series of other "repairs" are also made, in an attempt to expunge the record of the past -- Vero's X-rays disappear from the hospital in which she was treated, and the hotel has no record of her stay. In the end of the film, we witness Vero dyeing her unnaturally-blonde hair to a dark brown, effectively adopting a new persona divorced from her previous life. For Holden, this change is indicative of Vero's "tacit complicity to forget what happened."

Holden sees La mujer sin cabeza as "a meditation on Argentina's historical memory," alluding primarily to the recent dictatorship. Martel herself, though focusing her discussion of the film largely on class issues, does not deny or dispute readings linking the work to Argentina's attempts to deal with its violent past. I am inclined to read the film at least partly about this period as well.

It is difficult, if not impossible, to miss the allusions -- missing bodies; crimes swept under the carpet; perpetrators sharing space with victims' families; even Vero's daughter, who studies law in Tucumán (significantly, Vero's car is repaired here, where some of the worst human rights abuses occurred during the dictatorship). Clearly, La mujer offers a critical take on the sort of stories (and histories) that prevail -- the official stories again -- and those that are swept under the rug. Yet La mujer goes beyond the dictatorship, taking on other sorts of amnesias as well -- such as the sort Vero and her family and friends perpetuate in their treatment of the racial other. Vero kills an Indian boy, and the ghosting of his murder can be read as a kind of induced racial and class oblivion, which allows Vero, Juan Manuel and Marcos --"European" Argentines of the bourgeoisie -- to thrive at the expense of others.

I made an immediate connection between this film and Muerte de un ciclista (Death of a Cyclist), which just came out on Criterion last year. However, when asked about this link, Martel states that she was unconcerned about any overlap because La mujer deals with the differences between classes, while Muerte de un ciclista tends to focus more on the infidelities within a marriage and tensions among members of the same social class. Nonetheless, both films take up the encounter between a cyclist and a car, and deal with hit-and-run accidents and marital infidelity. Martel notes that in the 1990s, Argentina saw an influx of SUVs, and an increase in accidents between large vehicles and bicycles. She sees this as an obvious entrance point to tackle glaring disparities between upper middle and lower classes.

Ultimately, the film offers no easy resolution. Like the fountain or well discovered under Vero's home at the end of the film, we get the sense that we have only scratched the surface of a dark history that still lies buried beneath an outwardly-stable foundation. A crime remains unspoken, but there are those who know the truth and continue to say nothing.

I would definitely watch this film again -- I think there is much that is probably easy to miss the first time around. If anyone has seen it and would like to comment, please feel free to do so!

U.S. Trailer (which does not do the film justice, though it does have some quite favorable review quotes):



Spanish trailer (unfortunately, no subtitles provided, sorry!):

Thursday, January 7, 2010

New Book on Film and Memory

Cinema, Memory, Modernity
The Representation of Memory from the Art Film to Transnational Cinema

By Russell J.A. Kilbourn

Price: $95.00

* ISBN: 978-0-415-80118-8
* Binding: Hardback
* Published by: Routledge
* Publication Date: 27th May 2010 (Available for Pre-order)
* Pages: 313

About the Book

Since its inception, cinema has evolved into not merely a ‘reflection’ but an indispensable index of human experience – especially our experience of time’s passage, of the present moment, and, most importantly perhaps, of the past, in both collective and individual terms. In this volume, Kilbourn provides a comparative theorization of the representation of memory in both mainstream Hollywood and international art cinema within an increasingly transnational context of production and reception. Focusing on European, North and South American, and Asian films, Kilbourn reads cinema as providing the viewer with not only the content and form of memory, but also with its own directions for use: the required codes and conventions for understanding and implementing this crucial prosthetic technology — an art of memory for the twentieth-century and beyond.

Table of Contents

Acknowledgments Introduction: Cinema, Memory, Modernity: The Return of Memory as Film 1: No Escape from Time: Memory and Redemption in the International Postwar Art Film 2: The ‘Crisis’ of Memory: ‘Traumatic Identity’ in the Contemporary Memory Film 3: ‘Global Memory’: Cinema as Lingua Franca and the Commodification of the Image 4: The Eye of History: Memory, Surveillance and Ethicality in the Contemporary Art Film 5: ‘Prosthetic Memory’ and Transnational Cinema: Globalized Identity and Narrative Recursivity in City of God Conclusion: Remembering to Forget: The Catachreses of Modernity Notes Bibliography Index
About the Author(s)

Russell J.A. Kilbourn is Assistant Professor of English and Film Studies at Wilfrid Laurier University.

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