Sunday, April 23, 2017

Walter Hill's Revenger is not your standard issue revenge movie! (film review)

During the Hong Kong International Film Festival, I spend 
far more hours indoors in darkened rooms than usual ;S

Revenger (USA-Canada-France, 2016)
- Screening as part of the HKIFF's Gala Presentation program
- Walter Hill, director
- Starring: Michelle Rodriguez, Sigourney Weaver, Tony Shalhoub

Of all my Hong Kong International Film Festival screening picks that (already) had entries on the Internet Movie Database (IMDB) and Rotten Tomatoes websites, Walter Hill's Revenger (aka Tomboy, and The Assignment) had the lowest ratings by far.  Yet I felt compelled to check out what its director has deemed to be strictly a pulp fantasy because it stars one of my favorite Hollywood actress and possesses a novel scenario involving an expert surgeon who exacts a revenge on the hired gun who killed her beloved brother that's so singular that many might be convinced that the idea could only come out of a deranged mind.

Sigourney Weaver is imperiously cool as Rachel Jane, a cosmetic surgeon who had her medical license revoked some time back and now, for a different transgression, finds herself incarcerated in a loony bin.  Deemed so dangerous that she has to be in a straitjacket when meeting a prison psychiatrist (Tony Shalhoub) she obviously considers to be her intellectual inferior, the disgraced doctor proves to have a sharp tongue, piercing stare and steely demeanor of someone you'd be most unfortunate to cross.

Without realizing he had done so, criminal lowlife Frank Kitchen (Michelle Rodriguez) did just that; and for his sins, gets turned by Rachel Jane into a biological woman.  Even with a significant prosthetic penis, Michelle Rodriguez doesn't appear convincing as a biological man but makes up for it with an eye-catching portrayal of an angry gunman trapped in a nubile woman's body.  

More than incidentally, I find it interesting that the men that actresses like Brigitte Lin Ching Hsia have played in Hong Kong movies tend to be on the refined side of the male equation but that in this Western cinematic offering, the attempts to emphasize male-ness looked to involve providing the actress with what unfortunately proved to be too artificial-looking chest and facial hair along with male reproductive organs.  Two other technical aspects of Revenger that I thought notable are its copious amounts of flashback scenes and use of voiceovers that, when combined, make it so that Frank Kitchen dominates the picture visually but it's Rachel Jane's voice, and narrative, which feel most influential.     

For the most part though, this is the kind of film where it's probably best not to overthink things and just enjoy the wild ride that's offered up.  In retrospect, I'm surprised that it wasn't part of the HKIFF's Midnight Heat program (even while having been accorded a late night screening slot).  If nothing else, it could show (up) the likes of The Sleep Curse that B-movies involving demented doctors (especially those with A-list actors and/or actresses playing them) can indeed be wickedly entertaining without needing to descend into the realm of the seriously distasteful.    

My rating for this film: 7.5

Saturday, April 22, 2017

The Posterist shines a light on a master illustrator (film review)

 
The unassuming director of a documentary
on a famous film posterist 

The Posterist (Hong Kong, 2016)
- Screening as part of the HKIFF's Hong Kong Panorama 2016-2017 program
- Hui See Wai, director

More than 20 years ago now, I walked into a Philadelphia Chinatown video store and discovered hundreds, if not thousands, of movies that had been made in Hong Kong that I hitherto did not know existed but which I would eventually grow to love.  Among them were films in videotape boxes featured distinctive illustrated images of people with bigger heads than in real life and often frozen in some kind of comic pose.  

These illustrations, I got to quickly figuring out, were for comedies, many of which -- like The Private Eyes, Aces Go Places and All the Wrong Spies -- were wacky, highly entertaining efforts.  But it wasn't until I watched The Posterist that I came to learn who was their creator.

Between 1975 and 1992, Yuen Tai Yung designed and created -- by hand -- posters for more than 200 Hong Kong movies, a number of which were big box office hits.  Among them were the posters for Bruce Lee's The Way of the Dragon, Enter the Dragon and Game of Death, and all 16 films starring one or more of the Hui Brothers (Michael, Sam, and Ricky).

The Posterist is an informative tribute to Yuen Tai Yung which happens to be have been made by Michael Hui's son, Hui See Wai.  In a Q&A session after its Hong Kong International Film Festival screening, the younger Hui talked about having actually originally made the film for just his family and friends to enjoy.  In particular, he hopes that a still younger generation of Huis, who include his preteen daughter, will appreciate the contents of this documentary about the artist who Hui See Wai credits for helping him gain a genuine appreciation for his relatives' work, and what a number of people belatedly realize was the heyday of Hong Kong cinema.

The Posterist is the first -- and possibly only -- film directed by Hui See Wai, who actually has no film training and didn't envision becoming a professional filmmaker.  And its director has few illusions about it being a pretty modest work; one that's workmanlike in style, with lots of talking heads and few bells and whistles.   

But among the aces in his hand are the many posters of Yuen Tai Yung whose beauty and creativity can take the breath away as well as get one smiling.  Not to be discounted too are the family connections which undoubtedly helped Hui See Wai to gain access to -- and the cooperation of -- the likes of not only Michael Hui but also singer-actor Kenny Bee, master illustrators Ma Wing Shing and a major fan of Yuen Tai Yung who's collected several of his works over the years in addition to Yuen Tai Yung himself.  And it really was quite the bonus that the subject of the documentary turned out to be a great conversationalist, willing not only to share lots of stories but also give a demonstration of his unique way of creating his works of art.

Zhejiang-born and Shanghai-raised, Yuen Tai Yung moved to Hong Kong as a teenager to find work.  In the 1990s, he emigrated to New Zealand and, from all accounts, went for years without creating a single piece of art until around 2007, when he returned to Hong Kong after the untimely death of his beloved wife.  Amazingly, these days, he's actively creating once more, and also active on social media such as Facebook, where Hui See Wai contacted him.  And long may all this continue for someone who looks to get quite a bit of joy from producing art (which, these days, also include realistic portraits along with cartoon-style illustrations) but also hanging out and sharing with his many fans, young as well as old!         

My rating for the film:7.0

Friday, April 21, 2017

The Sleep Curse has its flaws but still can generate frights (film review)

The stars of The Sleep Curse pose for pictures before its
world premiere at the Hong Kong International Film Festival

The Sleep Curse (Hong Kong, 2017)
- Screening as part of the HKIFF's Midnight Heat program
- Herman Yau, director
- Starring: Anthony Wong Chau Sang, Michelle Wai, Jojo Goh, Funaki Ikki, Gordon Lam Ka Tung

Last night, I attended a Hong Kong International Film Festival screening of a cinematic work (Hungarian Berlinale Best Film winner, On Body and Soul) whose helmer had gone some 18 years without directing a single feature film.  In contrast, Hong Kong filmmaker Herman Yau has three movies getting their first screenings in his home territory in just this month alone; with the most anticipated of the lot, action blockbuster Shock Wave, having opened in cinemas yesterday, and romantic drama 77 Heartbreaks and horror offering The Sleep Curse being accorded Hong Kong International Film Festival screenings before their general releases.

As might be expected when such quantity is generated within such a short time frame, the quality of the work(s) can suffer.  In the case of The Sleep Curse, it certainly doesn't help matters that the story (scripted by Erica Li and Eric Lee) is the sort that appears to have been designed more to help serve up visually shocking imagery and press certain emotional buttons than to actually make logical sense.  I also am moved to wonder whether the decision to have lead actor Anthony Wong Chau Sang and lead actress Michelle Wai play dual roles was less to provide them with twice the chance to impress and more to save on the cost of hiring twice the number of thespians to play those parts! 

In the story that takes place in the present day, Anthony Wong portrays Lam Sik Ka, a Hong Kong-based professor of medicine whose research some of his peers and superiors find suspect.  A sleep disorder specialist who believes the day will come when humans won't need to sleep at all, he finds a willing test subject in Monique (Jojo Goh), a Malaysian woman whose family appears to have been cursed to develop insomnia that's so serious that it inevitable leads to insanity and death.

In the film sub-plot that's set during the Japanese occupation of Hong Kong, Anthony Wong portrays a teacher turned collaborator -- who also happens to have been Lam Sik Ka's father.  Enlisted by a Japanese colonel (Funaki Ikki) to help do such as extort money from his fellow Hong Kongers and assist another, less scrupulous collaborator (Gordon Lam Ka Tung) who runs brothels filled with "comfort women", his fate is sealed -- and that of his relatives too -- after twin daughters (both played by Michelle Wai) of a Taoist priest enter his life.           

In its depiction of Japanese atrocities and revenge exacted by ethnic Chinese people on their territory's evil occupiers, it can seem like The Sleep Curse has Mainland China more than Hong Kong as its target audience.  However, the supernatural elements in this horror work would appear to preclude it being shown over on the other side of the Shenzhen River while this Category III-rated offering's most gruesome scenes seem like they would appeal most to the type of B-movie aficianados who are particularly prevalent in the West.

As someone who's not a particularly big fan of horror films, The Sleep Curse is the kind of work that wouldn't naturally appeal to me.  But even while I wouldn't consider it to be my particular cup of tea, and also was rather disappointed at how so many of its plot elements didn't make sense, I have to credit the movie's visuals with having been able to infiltrate into my dreams/nightmares later that night.  Put another way: this offering may be on the schlocky and exploitative side, yet it nonetheless was successful in leaving some kind of impact on my imagination, if not psyche!

My rating for the film: 6.0   

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Blindness requires leaps of faith to fully enlighten (film review)

Seek and ye shall find?

Blindness (Poland, 2016)
- Screening as part of the HKIFF's Auteurs program
- Ryszard Bugajski, director and scriptwriter
- Starring: Maria Mamona, Malgorzata Zajaczkowska, Jansuz Gajos, Marek Kalita

A confession: I had not seen any of Polish auteur Ryszard Bugajski's films prior to checking out his speculative drama about a real-life Stalinist era government interrogator.  Still, I had heard about his critically acclaimed The Interrogation, which was made in 1982 but banned by the Polish government until after the disintegration of the Soviet bloc seven years later, and is infamous for what its lead character (and actress, who went on to win the Best Actress prize at Cannes in 1990) was put through.

Although Blindness switches the focus from tortured to torturer, I must admit to expecting to have to sit through a similar amount of visually punishing scenes.  This time around though, my sense is that the pain is often much more mental than physical, and sometimes even imagined rather than real too -- with the film's lead character, a middle-aged woman who has a variety of aliases as well as nicknames (including "Bloody Luna"), now coming across more like a victim-to-be rather than someone with the upper hand, and a whip in that hand to boot.

One day in 1962, Julia Prajs Brystgier (who's portrayed by the director-writer's real-life spouse, Maria Mamona) goes to a facility in the country maintained by the Catholic church to seek a meeting with the Primate (Mareka Kalita), Poland's most senior clergyman.  An atheist -- or at least agnostic -- Jew, she nonetheless professes to seek salvation through Christianity, wanting dearly to emerge from the darkness after realizing how blind she had been to such as Communism's failings and the wrongs she herself committed in its name earlier on in her life.  

At what turns out to be a center for the (physically) blind, Julia first meets up with Sister Benedicta (Malgorzata Zajackowska), a Jewish convert to Catholicism, and Father Ciecorka (Jansuz Gajos), a priest blinded by former colleagues of Julia, who -- as her Bloody Luna nickname attests -- drew quite a bit of blood and induced pain when she worked for Poland's notorious Ministry of Public Security.  The conversations she has with them -- and also, eventually, the Primate -- provide an interesting window into her tortured soul. 

They may feel on the stagey side but the at times political, sometimes metaphysical one-on-one discussions that Julia has with these other strong personalities alternately intrigue and educate.  In contrast, the film's dramatic stagings of certain events from Julia's damnable past and hallucinatory imagination tended, to my mind, to confuse matters and over-complicate the story.  In particular, the inclusion in the work of a torture victim who had identified himself as Jesus Christ looked to have overly-mystified things and made it all harder to believe.

Even while I understand that a filmmaker has artistic license to be imaginative, it seems to me that in the case of someone like Julia Brystgier, there needed to be few embellishments to make her story an arresting one.  Actually, after reading about this personality post viewing the film, the sense I got was that if Blindness had depicted more of what actually is known about her and her deeds, it'd actually disturb and devastate more.  As it was, like with Oliver Laxe's also religious-themed Mimosas (which I viewed earlier on in the Hong Kong International Film Festival), its scenes that required leaps of faith tended to lose rather than enlighten me.
  
My rating for the film: 6.0

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

What a Wonderful Family! II is yet another gem of a Yoji Yamada movie (film review)

The Hong Kong Cultural Centre is my favorite venue
for Hong Kong International Film Festival screenings :)

What a Wonderful Family! II (Japan, 2017)
- Screening as part of the HKIFF's Master Class program
- Yoji Yamada, dir. and co-scriptwriter (with Emiko Hiramatsu)
- Starring: Isao Hashizume, Masahiko Nishimura, Yui Natsukawa, Satoshi Tsumabuki, Yu Aoi, Jun Fubuki, Nenji Kobayashi, etc.

At the 31st Hong Kong International Film Festival ten years ago, I had the privilege of being in the audience for what must have been one of the best received movies that's ever screened at the Hong Kong Cultural Centre.  As wave upon wave of near hysterical laughter filled the vast auditorium where close to 2,000 people were enjoying their viewing of Bubble Fiction: Boom or Bust, I got to thinking that this was the kind of wonderful experience that film fans lived for, and wondered when -- if ever -- I'd experience its like again.

Strongly suspecting that Yoji Yamada's What a Wonderful Family! might elicit a similarly positive reaction, I sought to get a ticket for its HKIFF screening last year but ended up only getting to see it when it was released in local cinemas.  This year, however, I was not to be thwarted in my getting into the fest screening of that entertaining Japanese comedy's sequel which, to add to my delight, was held at the Hong Kong Cultural Centre's Grand Theatre.

Beginning with events taking place close to where the first movie about the Hirata family left off, it can feel like only yesterday since those characters' actions provided us with much amusement along with some food for thought.  This time around though, youngest offspring Shota (Satoshi Tsumabuki) and Noriko (Yu Aoi) are now married and living in their own abode, away from Shota's parents Shuzo (Isao Hashizume) and Tomiko (Kazuko Yoshiyuki), elder brother Konosuke (Masahiko Nishimura), sister-in-law Fumie (Yui Natsukawa), and their two sons.  

Still, like with sister Shigeko (Tomoko Nakajima) and brother-in-law Taizo (Shozo Hayashiya), the pair continue to interact with their relatives, including whenever a family meeting is called to deal with a matter posing a concern to more than one member of this actually pretty close-knit brood -- such as the 73-year-old patriarch's insistence on going behind the wheel despite his driving abilities not being as adept, and safe, as it used to be.  But even while there's some fear (particularly on the part of Shigeko) that Shuzo might have a fatal accident before too long, it's actually the death of another septuagenarian that threatens the family's happiness but then also has the Hiratas revealing their good hearts.  

Before we proceed further: here's serving up a reminder that What a Wonderful Family! II is actually a comedy.  Those familiar with Yoji Yamada's oeuvre should know that he's adept at mixing comedic moments, pratfalls and all, with heartwarming ones.  And the octogenarian filmmaker does deliver laughs aplenty in this fun movie that admirably broaches topics many others mining for laughs would not dare to approach. 

Still, what I loved most about this particular offering is how wonderfully drawn many of the characters are -- so much so that even while they can sometimes feel larger than life, they also can feel very familiar, like family even, despite someone like myself having only spent about three hours in their company, and only virtually at that!  Something else I really appreciate is that, like with his compatriot Yasujiro Ozu (whose seminal Tokyo Story was the inspiration behind Yamada's Tokyo Family), this auteur is able to show that movies can be thoroughly interesting without needing a villain in the piece; with What a Wonderful Family! II being a great and very enjoyable case in point.

My rating for the film: 8.0

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Two unconventional American offerings at the Hong Kong International Film Festival (film reviews)

The commercial and arthouse meet at some
Hong Kong International Film Festival venues ;b

Loving (USA-UK, 2016)
- Screening as part of the HKIFF's Gala Presentation program
- Jeff Nichols, director
- Starring: Ruth Negga, Joel Edgerton

In the space of just five days, I've happened to see two films about real-life interracial couples.  The day before the 2017 Hong Kong International Film Festival began, I viewed Amma Asante's A United Kingdom, which tells the true story of Seretsa Khama and Ruth Williams in a moving but rather conventional way, at a local multiplex.  But while Jeff Nichols' Loving may well also get a regular theatrical run here in Hong Kong, this drama about a Virginia couple whose marriage would not be recognized by their state possesses a more unorthodox style that does seem to make it more suitable film festival fare.          

In light of its subject matter, it'd be understandable if the movie had plenty of melodramatic scenes, tense moments and grand speechifying.  We're talking, after all, about a production which tells the true story of a Southern white man and non-white (sometimes identified as black, other times as Native American, and still other times as both) whose marriage's legality was debated all the way up to the Supreme Court.  

However, Loving is a surprisingly quiet film whose understatedness sometimes threatens to emotionally underwhelm but lack of stillness also can provide certain otherwise mundane proceedings with a stately and atemporal monumentality.  Also rather contrarian is the movie showing that even while Jim Crow laws were on the books in much of the US at the time, there were places even the protagonists' home state of Virginia where white and non-white people were neighbors, worked side by side and socialized (with the unspoken idea being that poverty made them equal but that prejudices still remained, and were liable to rear its head even in (supposedly) friendly company). 

Another unusual aspect of this offering is its choice of an Ethiopian-Irish actress and Australian actor in its lead roles.  Still, in the wake of British actor Chiwetel Ejiofor having starred in 12 Years a Slave (which also had an Oscar-winning turn by Kenyan actress Lupita Nyong'o) and Nigerian-British thespian David Oyelowo having portrayed Martin Luther King in Selma, perhaps it actually was only par for the course that someone like Ruth Negga would get the role of Mildred Jeter Loving and Joel Edgerton that of Richard Loving in this US-UK co-production -- and, also, that they would easily convince in those parts.      

If truth be told, there are a few occasions in the film when director Jeff Nichols does appear too intent on playing with audience expectations before subverting them.  (I think particularly of a scene involving a rope being strung up on a tree that I thought stoked fears in too cheap a manner before dissolving to reveal, and revel in, innocent play.)  On the whole, however, the Arkansas filmmaker has fashioned a cinematic work that is hypnotizingly watchable and where a simple statement such as "Tell the judge I love my wife" can mean and stand for so very much.

My rating for the film: 8.0                

- Screening as part of the HKIFF's Master Class program
- Errol Morris, director

At 76 minutes in length, Errol Morris' documentary portrait of photographer Elsa Dorfman, who took large-format Polaroid snaps of the well known and less so, is the shortest of the eight feature length works (seven of which have screened as part of the Hong Kong International Film Festival) I've viewed thus far this week.  It also feels the slightest, like the kind of modest work about a friend whose ideal audience actually would have been other friends of theirs.

Perhaps realizing this, The B-Side: Elsa Dorfman's Portrait Photography ends up having a significant chunk of it devoted to documenting its (main) subject's relationship with Beat writer-poet Allen Ginsberg and also has her recounting the evening when she photographed Bob Dylan.  Yet, the truth of the matter is that I found this work to be considerably more interesting when Elsa Dorfman talked about what led to her picking up a camera for the first time only as an adult and the stories behind a number of photographs she took of herself, her mother and also various strangers who paid to be photographed by her (and whose "B-Side" pictures, the photographs they rejected in favor of others, she kept even while they walked away with the "A-Side" shots).

Also interesting is Elsa Dorfman's discussion of the rise and fall of Polaroid Corporation which made some amazing products that the likes of her appeared to appreciate much more highly than its company executives.  It feels like there's an interesting story there waiting to be told but, alas, that cautionary tale still awaits to be told in another, more ambitious film.
 
My rating for this film: 6.5

Friday, April 14, 2017

Ma' Rosa condemns but also solicts empathy and understanding (film review)

Yes, the Hong Kong International Film Festival has been
in existence for more than twice as long as Hong Kong 
has been a Special Administrative Region of China ;b
 
Ma' Rosa (The Philippines, 2016)
- Screening as part of the HKIFF's Auteurs program
- Brillante Mendoza, dir.
- Starring: Jacyln Jose, Julio Diaz, Baron Geisler, Kristofer King, Jomari Angeles
 
In the same venue (The Sky, over in Tai Kok Tsui) and around the same time as I viewed Hissein Habré, A Chadian Tragedy the day before, I saw critically acclaimed Filipino filmmaker Brilliante Mendoza's latest dramatic offering.  This time around, the cinema was packed -- and, forewarned by a friend about the shaky movements of  cinematographer Odyssey Flores' handheld camera, I knew to sit further back from the screen than is usually my wont and consequently felt some pity for those who arrived later and were left with front row seats.
 
Often showing the characters' point of view rather than a more detached perspective, Ma' Rosa is a cinematic work whose director as well as cinematographer looks to want to get audience members to thinking "There but for the grace of God go I" over the course of the film.  And yes, its titular protagonist (played by Cannes Film Festival Best Actress awardee Jacyln Jose) may be foul mouthed and, together with her drug-taking husband Jose (Julio Diaz), supply drugs to their neighborhood; yet she also happens to be a hard-working mother doing what she needs to do to provide for her family, who include a college student daughter (Andy Eigenmann) and two sons (Jomari Angeles and Felix Roco), and the sense is that the drug dealing is actually only a side-business for a pair of convenience store owners.
 
Like many a Filipino film I've seen (including previous HKIFF entry On the Job), a grim image is provided of contemporary Filipino society; one where crime and corruption is rife, and it's hard to be as moral as some might expect members of a supposedly heavily Catholic country to be.  It's not just that fellow members of a community are wont to casually curse at, lie to, cheat and betray one another.  Rather, as is shown after Rosa and Jose are arrested by Officer Lopez (Baron Geisler) and his team, those officially charged with defending the law may be the most adept and in the best positions to take advantage of their fellow citizens, and appear to have few qualms for using foul rather than fair means.
 
Presented with unorthodox options to avoid prison time, Rosa and Jose go ahead and do such as rat on their friendly supplier (Kristofer King) and get their children to raise what appears to be a fortune to bribe the cops with.  Perhaps the most heartbreaking part of this dark, yet not completely uncompassionate, film is to see what they go through to come by what's not more than HK$7,600 (i.e., US$1,012) when calculated using current exchange rates.  At the same time, it's a good (in more ways than one) indication of the strength of the family unit at the heart of this drama; one whose matriarch appears to have raised to be survivors, at the very least.        
 
Brillante Mendoza has stated that Ma' Rosa and her brood are "a common Filipino family".  By this, I take it to mean that they are representative of Filipino society as a whole rather than that they are in its lower echelons.  The impression I also get is that while Ma' Rosa is a fictional work, there's a reason for its proceedings feeling so realistic.  And when these two elements of this expertly-made film are taken together, it makes for a pretty damning indictment of Filipino society -- and, in all probability, a powerfully accurate one too.        
 
My rating for this film: 8.5

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Two African offerings at the Hong Kong International Film Festival (film reviews)

It's that time of the year... ;b
 
Mimosas (Morocco-Spain-France-Qatar, 2016)
- Screening as part of the HKIFF's Global Visions program
- Oliver Laxe, director and co-scriptwriter (with Santiago Fillol)
- Starring: Ahmed Hammoud, Shakib Ben Omar, Said Aagli
 
As I watched what its director has described as a "religious western" shot for the most part in Morocco's Atlas Mountains, I got to thinking how alien -- not just foreign -- so much of it looked and felt; with quite a few of the plot developments and story segues in French-born, Morocco-based filmmaker Oliver Laxe's Mimosas being far less predictable than those found in many a Hollywood sci-fi blockbuster.  An experimental work which at times seems ethnographic in character and at others like it's going to be a more rugged version of hiking drama Wild before venturing onto truly unknown territory, it appears to depict stories taking place on different plains (and perhaps even time frames) linked together by the presence in them of a couple of characters. 
 
In a recognizably contemporary setting, a young believer (Shakib Ben Omar plays a character who shares the same first name as him) said to have baraka (be blessed) is given an unusual assignment by a man who regularly hires men to drive taxis on a day to day basis.  In other scenes that look like they may have been set before the onset of the modern era but are timeless enough that they also could conceivably take place in the present day, an elderly sheikh's ragtag caravan attempts to wind its way through and over the forbidding Atlas Mountains to the town where his ancestral resting place lies.        

After the sheikh ends up dying in the mountains, two of the party are charged with the task of taking the deceased's body over to Sijilmassa for a proper burial.  At least one of this pair is less than whole-hearted in his embrace of this assignment but after Ahmed (Ahmed Hammoud) and Said (Said Aagli) are joined by a mysterious stranger who describes himself as a shepherd, they find themselves being shepherded along by the fellow (who turns out to be none other than Shakib) into pitting their lives against natural and other obstacles to do what the more religious of the crew consider to be the right thing.  
 
The Screen Daily critic who viewed it at Cannes -- where Oliver Laxe came away with the Critics Week Grand Prize -- opined that Mimosas would prove "mesmerising for some, perplexing for others".  For this (re)viewer, the film actually proved to be a bit of both.  Intriguing and posing a number of questions (including, it would seem, about spirituality), its then declines to provide plausible -- or, at least, easy -- answers in a way that ends up frustrating but also impressing somewhat too!      
 
My rating for this film: 7.0
 
Hissein Habré, A Chadian Tragedy (Chad-Senegal-France, 2016)
- Screening as part of the HKIFF Reality Bites program
- Mahamat-Saleh Haroun, director and narrator
- With Clément Abaïfouta and other members of the Association of the Victims of the Crimes of the Hissène Habré Regime
 
Six years ago at the Hong Kong International Film Festival, I saw my first film from Chad.  The Screaming Man was directed by Mahamat-Saleh Haroun.  And the same filmmaker is at the helm -- and serves as narrator -- for a documentary about the thousands of people tortured and killed by a little known African despot’s repressive regime, that has a number of the victims giving moving witness by way of their words but also the condition of their bodies.   
 
Hissein Habré ruled Chad from 1982 to 1990.  Brought into power with the support of the USA and France, he went into exile in Senegal after he was deposed, leaving behind so many ruined lives as well as dead bodies buried in mass graves.  The dead can't speak and some of the survivors can barely do so.  But those who are able to do so in Hissein Habré, A Chadian Tragedy manage to very powerfully convey the trauma they suffered in prisons where terrible evil took place and wherever else Habre's secret police went.
 
It will be hard to forget some of the stories and details offered up in this documentary.  Also memorable are the people who bore witness on the film: individuals like Clément Abaïfouta, the articulate former prisoner who co-founded the Association of the Victims of the Crimes of the Hissein Habré Regime, and others such as the woman who channeled her anger at having been imprisoned and mistreated into becoming an officer in the rebel army, the once wealthy sugar trader so malnourished in prison that he is now suffering from brain dramage and has difficulties walking, and the man who had terrible things done to him but told of seeing the results of even worse things having been perpetrated to similarly innocent people.
 
The Hong Kong International Film Festival's program notes include the following: "Habré was finally convicted in Senegal in 2016: this film indicts us for not caring then -- or perhaps now?"  Sadly, in view of there being just 15 people (including myself) in the audience for the (admittedly weekday afternoon) HKIFF screening I attended yesterday of Hissein Habré, A Chadian Tragedy, it does appear to be the case that many folks are guilty as charged.
 
My rating for this film: 8.0

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Love Off the Cuff's not for the critical (film review)

The director and cast members -- plus the translator in attendance 
-- of the 2017 Hong Kong International Film Festival's opening film

Love Off the Cuff (Hong Kong-Mainland China, 2017)
- From the HKIFF's Galas program
- Pang Ho Cheung, director, co-scriptwriter (with Jimmy Wan and Jody Luk) and co-producer 
- Starring: Miriam Yeung, Shawn Yue, Jiang Mengjie, Paul Chun Pui

Out of the 19 Hong Kong International Film Festival (HKIFF) screenings this year that I went to get tickets for half an hour after the tickets went on public sale at 10am on March 17th, I only was unable to secure that for the fest opener.  Undaunted, I decided to try for standby tickets on the day itself and was pretty elated when I did manage to come by a precious ticket for the world premiere of the much anticipated Love Off the Cuff (which opens in local cinemas some two weeks after its HKIFF screenings).  

But when I went into the gargantuan auditorium that is the Hong Kong Cultural Centre's Grand Theatre and saw row upon row of empty seats up in its upper tiers, I felt somewhat let down.  And the sense of deflation after having some emotional highs was also the experience I had when viewing the third installment of Pang Ho Cheung's romantic comedy series that began with 2010's Love in a Puff and also includes 2012's Love in the Buff.   

Love Off the Cuff got off to a creatively offbeat start involving the recounting of a childhood scary story by Cherie (Miriam Yeung) whose logic Jimmy (Shawn Yue), ever the smartass, found easy to assail.  The duo's discussion was abruptly halted though when she -- who had been using her lover's legs as her pillow -- discovered that her hair had got caught in his jean zipper and it was downright hysterical to see what particular act her frantic attempts to free herself resembled!             

Later on in the movie, there's another amusing situation that ensues as a result of fairly innocent actions being plausibly mistakenly assumed to be far less so.  For the most part though, things often are too far fetched for my liking, particularly since I found myself doing what Jimmy had done with the horror tale that had scared Cherie so back when she was a young girl: i.e., too easily find holes to poke in the story to be able to go with the flow and feel affected by it.  

It's not just the infusion of some outlandish sci-fi components into the story that didn't work for me.  (Actually, that particular absurdity tickled my funny bone somewhat, as did some of the dirtier jokes in this film whose makers seemed to want to see how low they could go for amusement's sake!)  Rather, the old problem I had with Love in a Puff reared its head again here: namely, that I found it difficult to understand what Cherie saw in Jimmy that would make him her Mr. Right; which is not a trivial matter when pretty much the whole movie is about her wondering whether he is indeed the man that she wants to, and should, spend the rest of her life with.

To be sure, seven years on and two films as a romantic pairing later, Miriam Yeung and Shawn Yue do exhibit an easy and pleasant chemistry.  But, no doubt in part because their characters' romantic scenes are so unsexual, they don't convince as lovers; with it really not helping matters when Miriam Yeung is clearly still wearing a bra even in at least one scene featuring the star-crossed pair in bed and Shawn Yue's underpants are too obviously visible underneath a robe when he's supposed to have discarded them in another scene in which they're supposed to be feeling all hot and randy.    

Another example of the filmmaking carelessness and narrative laziness that permeates this movie is the insertion into the picture of a female character who's supposedly Canadian Chinese, like Jimmy, but appears able to only converse in Putonghua (essayed by Mainland Chinese actress Jiang Mengjie), and whose primary reason to be in the picture is to provide Cherie and Jimmy with things to bicker about.  Furthermore, while the colorful characters played by Paul Chun Pui, Susan Shaw, Jo Kuk and company can be fun to watch, their antics feel like mere padding for content that otherwise wouldn't be sufficient for a feature film.     

To sum it up: Miriam Yeung and Shawn Yue deserve better, and Pang Ho Cheung can do -- and has done -- so much better as a director and scriptwriter.  We're talking about the talented fellow, after all, who's crafted gems like Women Who Flirt with current regular writing partner Jody Luk and Dream Home with Jimmy Wan and Derek Tsang (who has an on-screen role in this movie as Cherie's brother), and whose solo scripting efforts include Aberdeen (the 2014 Hong Kong International Film Festival's much stronger opening film).

My rating for the film: 6.0

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Jumping Ash is an entertaining blast from Hong Kong cinema's New Wave past (film review)

Who says there's no audience for old movies?!

Jumping Ash (Hong Kong, 1976)
- Leong Po Chih and Josephine Siao Fong Fong (who also co-scripted with Philip Chan), dirs.
- Starring: Ga Lun, Michael Chan, Chan Sing, Nick Lam, Josephine Siao Fong Fong

Among the candidates for the title of first Hong Kong New Wave film is a crime movie, co-directed by an Anglo-Chinese man who I first saw on screen playing a Peking opera theater owner in Peking Opera Blues, whose initial scenes take place in the Netherlands.  A commercial hit as well as a pioneering stylistic work that features shot-on-location scenes in atmospheric locales such as the Kowloon Walled City, Jumping Ash thrillingly tells the story of a powerful Hong Kong businessman-criminal who the police want to bring to justice and the family of the Amsterdam-based Triad boss he arranged to be killed want dead.

Rotund and oozing confidence, Tung (Nick Lam) outwardly appears to be a pillar of the establishment but is a major drug dealer who employs a deadly assassin (Michael Chan) to ruthlessly deal with those who stand in his way.  He's also got a number of officials, including those in the upper echelons of government and members of the police force, in his pocket but meets a cop he's unable to bribe in Callan Leong (Ga Lun), a police inspector intent on taking Tung down.  

In addition, in his attempt to forcefully gain control of the drug supply out of Amsterdam, Tung makes a formidable enemy in the form of the brother (Chan Sing) of a man he arranged to have spectacularly killed on his own turf.  And things get pretty complicated as well as hot indeed when the vengeful party heads over to Hong Kong to settle matters with Tung. 

Its plot may sound nothing of the ordinary but the energy and life invested into the making of the film makes Jumping Ash feel really special.  Also, some of the action scenes (choreographed by Michael Chan and Cheng Kei Yin) are really exciting: not because there are special kung fu moves employed but, instead, because the violent struggles are filmed in such a way that one gets a good sense of the sheer desperation of those (including, in one instance, Josephine Siao Fong Fong's surprisingly feisty character) who have the odds stacks against them.

The fashion of the times can make many of the men in the movie appear laughable, especially those whose trousers have super wide legs.  There's also a scene involving a black man in this 1976 effort that I would like to think would no longer be acceptable in a more contemporary film.  Still, for the most part, Jumping Ash looks to have managed to stand the test of time.  Indeed, not only is it still very watchable and entertaining but Hong Kong movie fans like this one are moved to rue our not seeing more of the kind of raw enthusiasm and sheer daring it has in spades in Hong Kong cinema these days.         

My rating for the film: 8.0

Monday, April 10, 2017

Japanese strawberries and French champagne go together a treat! :)

Large strawberries, and delicious too! :b

A good drink to go with sweet strawberries :)
 
Surely this can't be becoming a habit?  Last fall, I succumbed to the siren call of the Japanese golden peach.  And while there was a time when I considered people who purchased and ate expensive Japanese fruit to be excessively indulgent, if not plain out of their minds, I fear that I may have now joined the ranks of those folks who don't consider it a completely crazy thing to do; this particularly so when sharing the bounty with good friends!
 
While on the subject of good friends: the past two Wednesday evenings has seen my South African drinking buddy generously sharing very nice bottles of premium champagne with me and a few other friends he regularly sees at Sake Bar Ginn!  Last week, it was a bottle of fruity Moet & Chandon Brut Imperial which came in a metallic case of the like I've never seen before.  The previous week, we had vintage Dom Perignon, which tasted very fine indeed!

Knowing in advance on both occasions that we'd be having some champagne (before we moved on to sake), I decided it'd be good opportunities to get some strawberries since they appear to be in season, and are fruit that I've read go well with champagne.  As for the decision to go with Japanese ones: I figure it'd suit the setting since we'd be meeting at a sake bar.  More importantly, I had a strong feeling that Japanese strawberries would taste better than ones from other parts of the world; this based on the significant qualitative difference I'd previously noticed between such as Japanese peaches, melon, tomatoes and grapes from that grown in other parts of the world.    

Rather than get them from a Japanese supermarket like Citysuper or Aeon's, however, I went and bought the strawberries from the Yau Ma Tei Wholesale Fruit Market which has vendors that, contrary to its name, sell to individuals rather than just wholesalers.  And when I saw the vast difference between the prices charged for them at such as Aeon and Apita versus at the Yau Ma Tei market, I'm so very glad I did so!
 
While the price was definitely lower over there, I don't think the quality of the fruits themselves were.  In any case, on both occasions, everyone who got to taste the strawberries I got agreed that they were super delicious.  And it was interesting too to discover how much the strawberries and the champagne complemented each other, and also had an effect on the other's flavor.  
 
With the Dom Perignon, it seemed like the champagne made the strawberries taste sweeter even while the strawberries made the champagne seem finer.  Somewhat unexpectedly, the Moet & Chandon and strawberries pairing actually didn't have the same result.  Instead, it was more a case of that particular champagne's particular flavor becoming accentuated by the strawberries and the fruit's taste seeming to acquire added 'body' when imbibed with champagne!  
 
In any event, almost needless to say, both weeks' pairings were very enjoyable indeed.  And for the record: it really is possible to not get sloshed during an evening spent drinking champagne and sake.  The trick is, I believe, moderation.  And it helps too to have quite a bit to eat, including deliciously juicy fruits that could (almost!) be considered as nice a treat as the very fine alcoholic beverages! ;b   

Sunday, April 9, 2017

Peace in the country park but unrest just outside its borders? (Photo-essay)

Years ago, while hiking with two friends in Pat Sin Leng Country Park, our three pairs of eyes were unable to spot a couple of turn-offs.  Consequently, we ended up going to Sha Lo Tung for the first time ever.  On that occasion (and a subsequent one), the village appeared abandoned.  But on another visit, there were signs of human as well as other animal and plant life in the area that's actually outside the borders of the country park but bordered by it and declared a Site of Special Scientific Interest because of its rich biodiversity and historical value.

Still, nothing prepared me to see plowed fields around the village where there previously had been land that looked to not have been disturbed by human hands for decades on my most recent visit to Sha Lo Tung.  In addition, there were handwritten signs all over the village that, frankly, looked quite disturbing and smacked of communal strife.  

To say the least, all of this was a marked contrast to the bucolic feel of much of the other sections of countryside that we passed through on that particular hike that took us from Lau Shui Heung (and its irrigation reservoir) down to the green minibus stop that lies just south of Fung Yuen Butterfly Reserve.  And, among other things, it's left me treasuring all the more Hong Kong's country parks and the opportunities their existence gives people like me to commune with nature in surroundings that really are beautiful and can make one (at least temporarily) feel at peace...    

There really are large swathes of Hong Kong that 
have more trees on them than buildings :b

On considerably higher ground than Hok Tau's irrigation reservoir but 
still lower than Pat Sin Leng and its surrounding hills over in the distance
 
Also towering above my hiking pal and I were
many of the trees in the area :b
 
A warning sign spotted as we neared Sha Lo Tung 
that I had never previously seen in the area
 
A scene that struck me as rather disquieting...
 
...and the signs with red characters seemed to spell trouble :S
 
In truth, this time around, I found the images produced using 
an "illustration effect" more visually pleasing than the reality
 
 Also, it actually felt like a relief to leave Sha Lo Tung, with the scenic 
views that unfolded as we made our way downhill to Fung Yuen 
going some way to restoring our spirits before the hike's end

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Two terrific young actresses and a bittersweet friendship are at the heart of Sisterhood (film review)

The poster for the movie whose Chinese title
translates into English as "Massage Girl"

Sisterhood (Hong Kong-Macau-Taiwan, 2016)
-- Tracy Choi, director and co-editor (with Tina Baz)
-- Starring: Gigi Leung, Fish Liew, Jennifer Yu
 
Two of the actresses in this female-centric drama that's directed by a woman (first-time helmer Tracy Choi) and has a script written by another woman (Hong Kong movie veteran Au Kin Yee) are in the running for honors at this year's Hong Kong Film Awards (whose awards ceremony will take place tomorrow evening).  Debut-making actress Jennifer Yu has been nominated for the Best Newcomer Award while Malaysian thespian Fish Liew is competing in the Best Supporting Actress category. 

In contrast, their more established co-stars -- not only first-billed Gigi Leung but also supporting cast members Stephanie Che and Teresa Mak -- have not garnered any nominations.  And this is only fair since, even while these women were a welcome presence in Sisterhood, the fact of the matter is that it's Fish Liew and Jennifer Yu's parts and performances that are at the very heart of this affecting film.

Set in both the present day and the late 1990s, Sisterhood begins with a female innkeeper in Taiwan coming across a notice in the newspaper about the death in Macau of a woman who used to be her best friend but she had been long estranged from.  After Sei (played in older form by Gigi Leung) returns to the former Portuguese enclave for the first time in 15 years ago and does such as reunite with two former massage parlor colleagues cum honorary "sisters" (essayed by Stephanie Che and Teresa Mak) as well as look for her erstwhile best pal's now grown-up son, the audience is shown -- primarily by way of a series of extended flashbacks -- how the young Sei (played by Fish Liew) and more worldly Ling (portrayed by Jennifer Yu) formed their friendship, and how close it actually got to be.   

Like her film's protagonist, director Tracy Choi was born in Macau and spent time in Taiwan.  Consequently, she is able to both capture on film what the Macau of yore felt like and also how much the territory has recognizably changed in recent years.  In doing so, she serves reminders that her native land possessed a seedy underbelly even before its 1999 transfer of sovereignty from Portugal back to China but, also, was a place where people could enjoy simple pleasures such as hanging out at neighborhood eateries and singing karaoke with friends.    

After film school in Taiwan, Choi did postgraduate work at the Hong Kong Academy of Performing Arts.  But whereas its director (and co-editor) looks to have drawn upon Hong Kong film industry's still considerable pool of talent for the bulk of Sisterhood's crew along with cast, this Hong Kong-Macau-Taiwan co-production has been given the sort of unhurried pacing that one associates more with the Taiwan film industry than that of Macau's sister Special Administrative Region.

From the viewpoint of someone who is a bigger fan of Hong Kong cinema than that of Taiwan, there are sections of this offering that can feel like they go on for too long.  On the other hand, other segments of this drama do benefit from the story being given sufficient room to develop and unfold like they do.  In particular, it's commendable how the bittersweet relationship between Sei (who grew up as an orphan) and Ling (who becomes a single mom) gets shown to grow so very naturally, and how their characters are accorded time to evolve, mature and just plain breathe. 

In addition, Sisterhood contains a number of quite lovely feeling and looking scenes that it's good to have had time to take in, really look around and appreciate.  And when the film ends, I found myself lingering in the cinema as the end credits rolled and final song played rather than hurrying out the way that one is wont to do with movies that aren't able to deliver as much of an emotional impact and recognizable quality.  

My rating for this film: 8.0