Ingmar Bergman and the Doofus

Still from Bergman's PersonaStill from Bergman's PersonaWhen I was eighteen I had very little interest in "cinema". Being a rebellious type, I had opted out of getting my high school diploma due to sheer boredom and feeling way to cool to do anything like, say... geography. It was just so clear to me then, that a rock star wouldn't need to know much about geography…except maybe, like, if he got lost on the way from the hotel to the limo.

So at eighteen, I marched off to enroll at Fanshawe College in London, Ontario, because that was the Mecca for all deluded rebels with aspirations to rock, or in my case 'pop’, superstardom. Fanshawe was home to the much lauded, paradoxically named, Music Industry Arts (MIA) program. A program for ‘dudes’ and ‘dudesses’ who wanted to learn to play, mix, engineer and roll cables in a professional manner. My future seemed bright.

At the enrollment interview, I was informed that I would be able to enter as a 'mature student'.

Awesome.

My high school portfolio wouldn't even really count; I could just breeze on in because of my high maturity level. "Whoa, is this legal?" I wittily responded. It was turning out to be a glorious summer day. The intake worker informed me that although MIA was nearly impossible to get into, they had accepted me, BUT...

(Needle being forcibly taken off record sound effect here)

… I would need to take a year of General Arts because of my low grade point average.

Bummer.

So I did it. I signed up for the easiest looking courses I could possibly find in the calendar. English 101, People in Society 101, and of course, Film 101. I figured you watch a bunch of movies, give some opinions...thumbs up, thumbs down...easy A. Of course the guy who taught my course turned out to be a short, wiry Marxist with round glasses who scared the shit out of me because I had no idea what he was saying 95% of the time. Blah, blah, blah...Citizen Kane...Blah, blah, blah...some Russian guy. He never mentioned any movie I had ever heard of, no Jaws or Star Wars, instead we got Birth of a Nation, Breathless and Rules of the Game. I remember vividly announcing to my roommate at the time that Rules of the Game was the worst movie ever made. He looked it up in his well-thumbed copy of Leonard Malten’s movie guide, and it said, “One of the greatest movies ever made”. Whoops.

So I was hating this class with this pompous Marxist with his elitist attitude of showing “good movies” when he announced the next film was to be Ingmar Bergman’s Persona. I had heard of Bergman. Being a Woody Allen devotee, I was aware that this was my hero’s hero. So I was intrigued.

When the movie started I was ready to walk out, all the weird stuff with the boy and two faces merging…what the fuck? But a little way into it I got hooked into the character of Elisabeth, (Liv Ullman) the actress who freezes on stage one night during a performance of Electra and becomes electively mute.

Bergman’s genius was to present a character so mysterious that even the most pedestrian viewer finds her intriguing. Elisabeth is sent off to a remote island to get some restorative time. Alma, (Bibi Anderson)is the nurse who is sent along with her, she is the emotional opposite of Elisabeth. It is Alma who we identify with. We are, like Alma, so easily seduced by Elisabeth, wanting to figure her out, to reveal her mystery, but finding ourselves extremely frustrated and irritated by her steely conviction to remain inscrutable. We want her to speak to explain herself to us, to share her torment, to confess. Even for a 19 year old semi-literate doofus, Persona presented a tangible and profound mystery.

So I was following along, captivated and frustrated with these characters, when, seemingly, out of the blue the film started to burn and tear; I was literally sitting there with my mouth open. This rupture of the film within the film is old hat now, but at the time it shocked me. What could that possibly mean? I pondered this rupture and what it was meant to convey, but at that time, despite my mature student status, I was far too young to comprehend the emotional gravity of the film. Still, Persona took hold of me, I can’t really say why. Something in the style bypassed the academic setting, telling me that I didn’t have to know what it meant; I could enjoy the mood, the plot, and the abstract imagery. I could enjoy it, I didn’t have to resist it, like so many other “great’ works of cinema that seemed out of my league. Persona actually spoke to me despite my reticence to appreciate ‘high art’ cinema. I found myself praising the film to anyone who would listen.

A few years later, after most of my rock star dreams had faded (they still haven’t totally faded…sad, but true), and I was studying film at York University, I had occasion to see Persona in a film class. It was even more powerful the second time. On first viewing many nuances had been missed, many stylistic tropes had passed me by. The self-reflexive element was something, on first viewing, I didn't grasp. Thank God for film school!

Persona quickly slid into the much-coveted position of 'favourite film ever'. Which made me sound way more cool then when I used to loudly announce my previous favourite, "Animal House" (*statement is not true. Only for comedic purposes) . I even hunted down a copy on 'VHS' and watched it a few more times. I was officially a Bergman fan.

Then I started devouring Bergman’s entire oeuvre; The Seventh Seal, Wild Strawberries, Through a Glass Darkly, Hour of the Wolf, Shame, The Virgin Spring, Cries and Whispers, Scenes from A Marriage and Fanny and Alexander. Like all great directors he has hits and misses, but Bergman is an artist one can truly admire because, whether you 'like' his films or not, they have the ring of authenticity.

Ingmar Bergman died on July 30, 2007. For me, the loss is palpable. Bergman represented an era of cinema long gone now; thematically earnest and expressive drenched in poetic humanism. A kind of cinema that, for a short while, seemed to elevate this rogue art form to the highest echelons of human creativity. He remains one of the greatest film artists the medium has produced.

As a lover of cinema, this is quite a blow.


Azed Majeed


*One other Bergman film, not on the list above, that I have only seen once, but which stays with me is The Passion of Anna. If you can find it out there I recommend you check it out.


The Simpsons Movie: More Apu, Please!

The Simpsons movie is pretty funny and everything, but it's a major disappointment on many levels. Mediocrity in a project that has reached moments of culture-influencing excellence is sort of depressing. It’s rare to meet someone under 50 who hasn't been touched by The Simpsons. Jon Stewart quotes Mr.Burns' famous directive, "release the hounds' and even serial killer Paul Bernardo cited The Simpsons as one of his favourite shows. You know it's an influential show when both you and a serial killer can list it as one of your favourites. That's the power of television; bringing people together. Awesome.

The movie is focused almost compulsively on the triangular-complex of Homer, Bart and Flanders, who is really Homer's doppleganger (if you don't know what that means, you haven't been to university and therefore, could you kindly leave?).

Usually the butt of many choice jabs at Christianity and all that is hypocritical about it, Flanders, here, is pretty much left alone. It's almost as if the creators behind The Simpsons are starting to find Homer less and less charming. There seems to be an undercurrent of contempt for Homer and a slight favoring of Flanders as a responsible, kind, patient father. Bart thinks so, too. The tone of Bart's loathing for Homer, as a father is, at times, kind of uncomfortable. Not as bad as with me and my father, but I digress..

It's as if, the cumulative effect of Homer's pathological behavior has reached a critical mass and we, along with Bart, find it hard to cut Homer much slack.

There is an overall darkness to The Simpsons movie which centers its plot around a fairly strong political stance on environmental issues (which to be honest, I’m getting a little tired of hearing about all the time, and just because i say that it doesn't make me a right wing asshole. I just hate the 'jump on the bandwagon', cause du jour thing. Sure the planet's in trouble but do I need to hear about it from a cartoon?).

So,the message here is that people like Homer; selfish, narcissistic, apathetic and indifferent to the sufferings of others are destroying the planet. I can agree with that,but still,I could have used more Apu.


The biggest failure of The Simpsons movie is how many brilliant side characters are left out. I don't even watch The Simpsons for The Simpsons themselves, I watch for Apu, Moe, Comic Book Store guy, Disco Stu, Krusty,Burns, Sideshow Bob (not one reference to him!) and other peripheral characters. I wish the makers of The Simpsons movie had followed some lesser known side characters rather then focusing so myopically on the most tired elements of the show...Homer, Bart, Lisa, Marge and Maggie.


Azed Majeed




Michael Moore and "Michael Moore"

Michael Moore is such a strange paradoxical figure. On the one hand, you applaud his efforts to unmask the largely invisible corporate engineers who, let’s face it, are not very good human beings, on the other hand, there is something self-righteous, condescending and hypocritical about Moore, or at least that’s the general perception of him.

 

 

It’s funny how we find it nearly impossible to separate the character in a film with the actor, but we do this at our own peril. We should all realize at this point that, even though these are ostensibly ‘documentaries' (whatever that means these days), Moore is still ‘playing’ a character. Maybe he doesn’t even realize this, but it is not really necessary for him to intentionally create a character, it happens through the style and consistency of his work. Michael Moore is playing “Michael Moore” and as such it is totally legitimate to critique his character, as one would critique the work of any actor/writer/director.

 

 

Okay so in a very real sense the real project of Michael Moore’s work is the creation of “Michael Moore”, the character (I will use MM for the character), he is a self-creator, using a form of hybrid personal diary/social documentary format which stretches both genres to the breaking point. This may be why we feel like he often presents his subjective view as an objective fact; it is the uneasy mix of personal opinion unfolding in a realm we usually understand will be neutral and balanced. But, that is the character’s way in these tales of social woe and injustice. MM is an everyman, naive yet alarmingly perceptive and, at bottom, he’s a good person who cares for his neighbor and fights for justice. His political message has more to do with compassion and empathy then with factual data and political spin. This is the point.

 

On the other hand…

 

…Michael Moore, the writer/creator/producer/director/author/pundit/celebrity, is a variation of his character, "MM". MM is a classic social antagonist in the mold of 60’s radicals who have a tough love stance on American political critique. MM is the good American, in the positive sense of the term, a clever, passionate, caring citizen who follows the “golden rule” of treat others as you would have them treat you. Often people attack Michael Moore for his leftist ideology, but I would argue that he is more a Christian than a Marxist. In this sense, Michael Moore can champion the poor and marganilzed while living high off the hog himself and never think twice about it. He can play fast and loose with facts and editing because things have to be made to fit his etched in stone notions of ideology and social malaise. He is a Christo-leftist polemicist and he is on a mission.

 

So how do we reconcile the two Michael Moore’s? We can’t.

 

In Sicko, his latest film, there’s a telling moment where MM decides to give monetary aid to the guy who runs a web site called, “Moore Watch”. The guy who has a major hate on for all things MM posts a note on his site to the effect that since his wife needs serious medical attention, he can no longer run the website. This prompts Moore to anonymously donate the $12,000.00 to pay for the wife’s medical procedures. Okay, this is a generous act. It's a Christian act, to say the least, to come to aid of your sworn enemy in his/her time of need. At the same time, one winces slightly that Moore included this information in the film. Now his gesture ceases to be anonymous, now it seems like a political opportunity, staged to make a point, transforming the charitable into an act of narcissism. That, in a nutshell, is the paradox of Michael Moore and…MM.

 

Azed Majeed






Has cinema "jumped the shark"?

Many years ago a friend of mine told me that the novel as an artform had reached its apotheosis with the publication of James Joyce's Ulysses. My friend went on to say that with the publication of Ulysses, the novel could be taken no further, in essence the novel was dead and anything that came after was merely a repetition. Basically, the idea of creating an orignal work of fiction was no longer possible because the novel had "jumped the shark" as the kids say these days. I have been wondering if film, as an artform, has also "jumped the shark". Is there anything new out there? When I say 'new' I mean something that pushes the meduim of film to another level, not merely some innovative twist in storytelling. I suppose the only way to break this down is to try to locate the last frontier push in cinema. When was the last time you saw something that felt new or fresh in cinema?


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