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Kreppas, Crisis and Collapse: Chris Smith makes another kind of American movie

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Feat film 12_11_09 collapseBy Ray Pride

One of my favorite new words I learned recently was Icelandic: “Kreppa.”

Depression, collapse crisis, whatever: the crunchy onomatopoeia of “kreppa” struck Reykjavik last year. Roll the eyes, raise the brow: “Eh, it’s the kreppa.” Nearly the same’s the case with Greece. There were riots Sunday over the anniversary of a police shooting in Athens last December; a meltdown of the economic system essentially began this Tuesday morning, with the European Union hoping to “fence off” the strain on its overextended economy. Icelandic mortgages have triggers that may kick in within a few days that demolish the last of home equity among its landholders. These are just countries the politics of which I follow. But food’s still on the table, right? Closer to home, this Monday, a subsidiary of food giant Cargill was again accused of trafficking contaminated meat, weeks after a New York Times exposé of previous incidences of fouled meat.

In the modern world, information wants to be freely deconstructed and recontextualized. You could make a case from disparate strands like these that either leaders are hapless or the future is hopeless, as does Michael Ruppert, the single solitary figure in “Collapse,” a documentary by Chris Smith. Smith is best known for “American Movie,” which, with its post-”X-Files,” post-Errol Morris, post-9/11, mid-paranoiac fashion, could also be the name of this enterprise. Read the rest of this entry »

Review: Capitalism: A Love Story

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capitalism_0903“What the fuck happened?”asks writer-director-producer Michael Moore, as he attempts to make sense of America’s bank crisis. But when a broker attempts to explain the derivatives market to Moore, the filmmaker edits the scene with uncomprehending reaction shots. Moore goes into dumb everyman mode. He is more effective when editing clips from surveillance video of bank robbers, a Biblical film where he hijacks Jesus to utter “Go forth and maximize profits,” William Deneen’s vintage educational short “Life in Ancient Rome,” and a clip from “The Killers” where Ronald Reagan slaps a dame played by Angie Dickinson that’s used to illustrate the Reagan-era rebuke of feminists. Moore’s best find: “dead peasant” insurance policies. Stunts include wrapping crime-scene tape around Wall Street and making attempts at making citizen’s arrests. There’s a local angle: inside footage from the Republic Windows and Doors strike that did not appear on local news. Twenty years ago Michael Moore attempted to make sense of the disaster in his hometown of Flint, Michigan in “Roger & Me” (1989). That was a manageable topic, as was American healthcare in his “Sicko” (2007). Maybe American capitalism is too much, although James Scurlock’s “Maxed Out” (2007) and Patrick Creadon’s “I.O.U.S.A.” (2008) did manage to explicate America’s credit and debt crises. “Capitalism: A Love Story” does master rhetoric. Moore concludes with a decree: “Capitalism is an evil, and you cannot regulate evil. You have to eliminate it and replace it with something that is good for all people and that something is called democracy.” His pause before unloading that last word is perfect, despite a semantic chasm between “capitalism” and “democracy” as antipodal lodestars for charting America’s future. 127m. (Bill Stamets)

Fall Forward Film: CUFF, Michael Moore, Coen Brothers and more

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CUFF WendorfFilm festivals are retrenching around the world as economies contract and sponsorships dwindle. The Chicago Underground Film Festival’s 2008 edition ran in late October, just as the financial crisis began, at a venue that was difficult to get to by public transportation, during an Indian summer heat wave, opening on the closing night of Chicago International, which also was the night of Barack Obama’s primetime infomercial, just a week before the election. The results were disappointing. But a move to September this year, at the Loop-located Siskel Film Center promises better things. Festival director Bryan Wendorf is optimistic. “The economy didn’t really impact the number of films submitted. The quality, as always, ran the gamut from awful to brilliant but there was plenty to look at and choose from.”

Trends emerge during programming. “I never look to program around a predetermined theme, but once the films and videos are chosen patterns emerge,” Wendorf says. “This year there seems to be a lot of work dealing with ideas about place, home and globalization. Some of the work, like Lucy Raven’s experimental documentary ‘China Town’ deals with this in a very conscious and direct way while other works address these issues from more oblique angles.” Another trend is for work on digital video to exploit its own textures rather than pretending it’s the same as film. “Video is almost infinitely malleable. But the festival has never set out to be a ‘new media’ showcase and we are still seeing great work on 16mm and 35mm.”

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Review: The Cove

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“The Cove” is filmmaker Louie Psihoyos’ thriller about inhumanity in the food chain, a $2.5 million-budgeted, queasy-making doc in the form of a slick action film that demonstrates the reckless endangerment of the oceans, especially in the harvesting of dolphins for water shows. The central figure is Ric O’Barry, who was the trainer for the dolphins who portrayed Flipper in the show of the same name, and who has tried to atone for his role in popularizing the exhibition of dolphins by becoming an activist in the decades since. Gathering a crew of specialists, including free divers, camera experts and artists from Industrial Light and Magic, who design fake rocks to hide cameras and microphones inside, the film rushes toward capturing the slaughter of hundreds of dolphins in the Japanese fishing village of Taiji. Park operators prefer the female bottlenose dolphin; those that don’t sell are killed in a secluded cove out of view to passersby. Psihoyos’ approach is urgent without becoming strident, although some may resist its open self-comparisons to the “Mission Impossible” and “Ocean’s” movies: “Impossible Ocean” it is. There are echoes of Errol Morris, Michael Moore and “Koyaanisqatsi” director Godfrey Reggio, but the alarming result is its own beast: an activist documentary financed by a billionaire, Netscape founder Jim Clark, working with the kind of dash and flash usually reserved for fiction. The end credits are euphoric in sound and image, and a post-credits scene has an ironic line that creates its own context: “For the children, you see?” 90m. (Ray Pride)

Opening Friday at Landmark Century Centre Cinema.

Fairy Tale: Will filmmaker Tom Gustafson’s “Were the World Mine” play happily ever after?

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By Ed M. Koziarski

Timothy pines for his all-boys high school’s rugby star. He faces daily abuse at the hands of his classmates, but finds liberation onstage as the mischievous fairy Puck in a musical version of Shakespeare’s “A Midsummer Night’s Dream.” The play’s all-male casting tears open masculine insecurities—which are only compounded when Timothy finds a way to win his love’s heart and make the whole homophobic town of Kingston walk a while in his shoes.

This is “Were the World Mine,” an exuberant, locally shot musical by area native Tom Gustafson that comes off a hot festival run to have its local premiere October 24 as part of the Chicago International Film Festival.

Gustafson, 32, grew up in Genoa, a town of 4,000 in DeKalb County. “The scene where the kid gets ‘fag’ written on his locker—that happened to me,” Gustafson says. “I was made fun of for being gay even though I wasn’t out and didn’t really know it. It bothered me on a personal level but it also inspired me to do bigger things. I knew it was temporary because I knew I was leaving.” He dreamed of moving to Chicago, where his mom took him to touring musicals and his older brother lived.

Gustafson’s whole family is artistically inclined and he always wanted a life in the arts. “I never had that ‘Billy Elliot’ moment,” he says. In the fourth grade he started playing trumpet and made his first foray into cinema: a claymation cautionary tale about street-crossing safety. He was a self-described “band and theater dork,” playing Jesus in a Genoa Kingston High School production of “Godspell.” Like Timothy, Gustafson’s drama group fought their own miniature culture war over space in the school’s “gymnatorium” that they shared with the basketball team.

His creativity bubbled over throughout his school years. “We had to do a book report and I decided to do a ridiculously cheesy tribute to ‘Phantom of the Opera,’” Gustafson says. “That was tragic. Hopefully no one will ever see the tape.” He caught the film bug during two summers as assistant manager at the Polka Brothers’ second-run theaters in Sycamore and Geneva, where he assembled film prints and spliced together trailers. “I fell in love with being in that world of cinema,” he says.

In 1994 Gustafson enrolled in the film program at Northwestern, where he finally came out. Northwestern was “a very accepting environment,” he says. “At that point sexuality wasn’t even an issue.”

An affinity for outsiders led Gustafson to a fascination with circus freaks. He took circus classes at the Noyes Cultural Arts Center in Evanston and landed some “random clown gigs” around town. After his junior year, he did a summer session at the San Francisco School of Circus Arts. “It ripped me to shreds,” Gustafson says. “We had teachers who were Chinese acrobats. We had to do handstands for two hours every day. It was so painful.”

That was the end of Gustafson’s performing career. “I realized I was more comfortable behind the camera,” he says. But the circus did inspire his Northwestern thesis film, “The Need,” about a circus freak called The Half Breed and her desire for a child. “I wanted to raise the bar on film at Northwestern,” Gustafson says. “I really tried to make it big. We built a circus midway in a closed-down auto shop.”

After graduating in 1998, Gustafson worked as a production assistant on Michael Moore’s Bravo series “The Awful Truth.” Gustafson “absolutely hated” PA work. “You go from doing the biggest thing in school, and suddenly you’re at the bottom of the ladder,” he says. Around this time, at Berlin nightclub, Gustafson met Cory James Krueckeberg, an actor and U of I grad originally from Fort Wayne. They’ve now been together ten years.

Gustafson spent three years as assistant to a headshot photographer, and then opened his own studio in the Cornelia Arts Building, doing headshots and press photos for About Face, the Theatre Building and the Bailiwick. In 2002 Gustafson landed a gig as assistant to additional casting director Judith Bouley on Sam Mendes’ Paul Newman-starring mob melodrama “Road to Perdition.” “We went out into the neighborhoods to find real people,” Gustafson says. “We did casting calls at pubs and community events to find Irish dancers. It was like a little scavenger hunt.”

Gustafson accompanied Bouley to Mexico as casting associate on the Russell Crowe pirate movie “Master and Commander,” finding extras who’d be believable as English people and Spaniards. He saved enough money from “Master and Commander” to bankroll a short film he’d been talking up in Mexico called “Fairies.”

Drawing on his own high-school experience, Gustafson wanted to tell the story of a lonely gay teenager who creates a potion to turn the straight world gay. Krueckeberg suggested the connection to “A Midsummer Night’s Dream,” in which lead fairy Puck induces love at first sight among a crew of mismatched lovers. “Fairies’” main character Timothy expresses his outsize desires in fantasy musical sequences on theatrical, charmingly homemade sets designed by Krueckeberg.

Krueckeberg adapted song lyrics from Shakespeare’s verse, theater composer Jessica Fogle set them to music and Oucho Sparks frontman Tim Sandusky recorded and produced the songs at his Studio Ballistico.

Gustafson’s breakthrough came when he found Wendy Robie, who’d played the eye-patch-wearing Nadine on “Twin Peaks” and was now working in Chicago theater. A former English teacher, Robie was drawn to the role of Timothy’s mentor, and she helped Gustafson deepen and expand the role. “She brought the mystery and magic and the force of inspiration that a teacher can give somebody,” Gustafson says.

“Fairies” filmed in 2003, played a hundred film festivals and was broadcast on the LOGO network. “It was incredible to see the response people had to the film,” Gustafson says. “It was very joyous. So many gay films are so pessimistic. Ours is so fun and optimistic. A lot of gay films are just about sex and shirtless boys. Ours has a little of that, but it doesn’t have to be that to be entertaining. It doesn’t have to have all the stereotypes of gay film.”

After “Fairies,” Gustafson and Krueckeberg moved to Harlem, where they live today. Krueckeberg worked as a theater actor, director and production designer. Gustafson traveled casting extras, in the Bahamas for the “Pirates of the Caribbean” movies, in Chicago for “Batman Begins” and “The Weather Man,” in the Dominican Republic for “The Good Shepherd” and in New York for “Stop-Loss.” “I’ve been lucky not to do casting in cities that are jaded by the industry,” Gustafson says. “People are so excited about it. The one job I did in New York was a very different experience.”

Flying home from LA’s Outfest, Gustafson and Krueckeberg resolved to turn “Fairies” into a feature film. They knew there was more of the story to tell, but they didn’t imagine the struggle they would face to finance and cast the film. “I naively thought that it would be easy to get the money—that because I was working in the studio system a lot of people in the industry would come to my aid, which was silly,” Gustafson says. After several years of seeking industry financing, Gustafson and Krueckeberg were finally able to raise their full $300,000 production budget from private investors, only once they pulled the trigger and began preproduction on the film. “Finally the only way this was going to happen is if we just said we were doing it,” Gustafson says. “We packed up the car and started driving to Chicago.”

They shopped the script for “Were the World Mine” to agents for top teenage actors, including one of the stars of “High School Musical.” “We immediately encountered resistance to their clients playing gay,” Gustafson says. “I was shocked. I thought we had moved beyond that. It would have been different if a studio says ‘We want you to play gay for a lot of money,’ but we were an indie. In the end I’m glad we didn’t get those people, because our cast is incredible.”

They found their lead, newcomer Tanner Cohen, at an open audition in New York. “We knew right away we were interested in him, and from the moment he landed in Chicago I knew he was the right choice,” Gustafson says. “He’s extremely confident about who he is, and he’s six-foot-five, which brought a whole ‘nother layer—he could turn around and beat the crap out of the people who were picking on him.”

With Robie reprising her role as the English teacher, they cast Broadway’s “Mamma Mia!” star Judy McClane as Timothy’s mother, Robin Williams’ daughter Zelda Williams as his best friend and Chicagoans Christian Stolte as the bigoted rugby coach and David Darlow as the stiff high-school principal. (Stolte steals the show when Timothy gives the macho coach an extra spring in his step and a new affection for his boss.)

With most of the creative team from “Fairies,” Gustafson and Krueckeberg moved into a house in Roscoe Village that doubled as their production office and the set for all their house interiors. “Our production coordinator slept in Timothy’s bedroom throughout the shoot,” Gustafson says.

They’d considered shooting in New York, but Illinois’ film tax incentive, their collaborators here and “Fairies”’ local roots made Chicago the natural choice. “Chicago is such a manageable city to shoot in compared to New York,” Gustafson says. They shot for four weeks in summer 2007 with a mostly local cast and crew, recording musical performances between outbursts of the seventeen-year cicadas.

“Were the World Mine” premiered in March at the Florida Film Festival, where it won the audience award. “It was great that it was a mainstream festival,” Gustafson says. “It showed that our goal not to put it in that ‘gay film box’ was actually working. It’s frustrating to audiences when they’re told who a film is for. It’s important for us to reach that niche audience, but it’s not just gay people that can relate to this story. We’re not just preaching to the choir.” The film has gone on to an acclaimed festival run, winning the grand jury prize at Outfest and best music at the Nashville Film Festival.

They got some offers from distributors who wanted to buy all rights for the film, but they opted for the increasingly prevalent option of dividing the distribution markets among multiple distributors, allowing the filmmakers to retain control of the release strategy and a greater share of any profits. “It didn’t make sense for us to give away so much control and so much of the film to one entity that cross-collateralizes the money,” Gustafson says. “If we broke it up there would be less risk and each platform could do better. This has been such a labor of love for so many years. Cory and I controlled everything about the production. We wanted to make the decisions about how this is marketed and how it gets out into the world.”

Gustafson and Krueckeberg are self-releasing “WTWM” in theaters, mostly through the Landmark chain, beginning Halloween in Louisville, followed by New York, San Francisco and Berkeley in November, San Diego in December and Philadelphia in January. They haven’t announced a Chicago theatrical booking yet.

Wolfe Releasing is scheduled to put out the DVD in April 2009, preceded by a video-on-demand release in February, and followed by a summer iTunes release. LOGO plans to begin broadcasting the film in July, and Gustafson is also hoping to get play on LOGO’s sister Viacom networks (which include MTV). “WTWM” will open in Germany, the U.K. and Australia next year as well.

Gustafson and Krueckeberg are working on a short film called “Revelations,” about a hate group modeled after Fred Phelps’ funeral picketers. Then next summer they hope to be back in Chicago to shoot the American leg of their next feature, “Mariachi Gringo.”

“Were the World Mine” plays October 24 at 8:20pm and October 26 at 5pm at AMC River East, 400 East Illinois

Fifteen Feet-High and Rising: From Circuit City to the Crescent City

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By Ray Pride

Three years ago, the United States abandoned a great and vital city to weather and death. The levees that surround New Orleans still haven’t been fixed, whether from purposeful or malign neglect. History will judge.

Tia Lessin, Carl Deal and Kimberly Rivers’ much-praised and Sundance-awarded “Trouble the Water” is a despairing document. Anyone who’s been to the Crescent City or stays atop current affairs knows how bad things have been, how education and opportunity are neglected by the city and state of Louisiana and how the tides that lick and lap the Bywater and surrounding areas are upon all our ankles. But what ought to be salt holds no savor.

Through most of its dark distance, along with the witness of 24-year-old Kimberly Rivers’ Hi-8 video footage taken while she and friends and family and occasional dogs are stranded in the city as the weather hits and the waters rise, there’s an undercurrent where “Trouble the Water” could be read as a wicked satire of liberal pieties rather than a portrait of survival and dignity in the face of systemic disdain, belittlement, disregard and disenfranchisement. Rivers’ footage is a happy incident. Werner Herzog in early years counseled the theft of cameras if it got a movie made. Other crimes are committed daily nowadays, esthetic ones, bought straight off the shelves of Best Buy and Circuit City. These grimy images are another story, and a better one.

The fact that Rivers rises above the current and most of those with her survive is grand, and the obstinacy it takes to keep running a camera until the “juice” runs out intrigues. Yet the overlapping time frames, eddying ever again back to the horror and terror of days like night gray with rain, are in the service of a story where the only escape is rap music, words delivered at film’s end in an almost-unbroken take, an extended rap of self-esteem from a resilient soul rife with swears of “motherfucker” and “cocksucker” and “motherfucker” some more, to bookend earlier refrains of lip-service to an unlearned, unlettered religiosity pronouncing itself as faith, the figures on-screen as convinced as the zealots who prayed for the city’s destruction that only God can change things, only God. Man’s follies are hinted in news footage, but not underlined. That is unless you count when a white clerk from the tourism board is mocked at length for her chirpiness, a piece that would not be out of place in a misjudged moment in a Michael Moore movie. (Moore is an active supporter of “Trouble the Water.”)

There’s a brilliant framing by Rivers that the directors return to, taken from a relatively fixed perspective from the occluded lookout in an attic in which they might drown, rot, burst and be forgotten, of a stop sign’s octagon with the blades of street names atop that four-letter word, STOP, obscured by chop in unnatural waters, frame strewn with the string of power cables still true and falling into the drink, a dozen diagonal-fashioning elements as grainily abstract as the theatrical guying of drawn lines in work by the great artist Richard Diebenkorn. “We undersea, truly, we undersea,” Rivers murmurs. 911? 911 answers, but has neither answers nor help. Helicopters linger above a blasted city under siege. The water rises with brute, inarticulate force. The figures on screen repeat, repeat, “Y’know what I’m sayin’?” “New Orlins? Dead like a <i>motherfucker</i>.”

By movie’s end, you’re demolished, but for the wrong reasons. There is no elevation. There is no hope. People died. Hundreds of thousands others lived. There is nothing to inspire, either before or after the waters. Systemic change isn’t possible, the movie seems to say. But you can record a song. Make an angry sound. “Trouble the Water” seems not to seethe, but ultimately to accept that forces are larger than its figures privileged on screen. We’re left with a parable that could well be entitled “Hustle And Blow.” The taste that’s left, if not despairing, is then deeply reactionary, embracing the many variations on “This is the Lord’s work” as expression of inculcated, acculturated defeatism. This is not a picture of perseverance on a level with Steinbeck and Ford’s fictional Joad family. By inference, there is much proper condemnation, but the text is filled with the inarticulate resignation and despondency of beaten-down faith: “You just trust in God, he’ll still send miracles your way.” Other glimmers leave a portrait that the displaced of New Orleans were all luckless perps. While a rebuilding epilogue is sweet, the movie is bitter.

“Trouble the Water” opens Friday at Landmark Century. Lessen will appear after Friday’s 5pm and 7:30pm shows, and before the 10pm. Lessen and Deal will appear after Saturday’s 5pm, 7:30pm shows and before the 10pm.