Bitter and Twisted

If anything can be said about the latest Australian drama, Bitter and Twisted, it is that it certainly lives up to its title. Every character unfortunate enough to be caught within this film’s grip is somehow struggling with an unfair fate. The Lombard family saw their eldest son die suddenly and unexpectedly in their very own kitchen. The father (Steve Rogers) has since drawn into himself and become focused on food instead of life, leaving the mother (Noni Hazelhurst) alone and unloved. Meanwhile, their younger son Ben (director Christopher Weekes) battles against infatuation and inadequacy. He’s in love with the girl his brother left behind (Leanna Walsman), while his best friend (Matthew Newton) appears to be falling in love with him.

The actors all put in stellar performances, but somehow these characters remain seemingly inhuman. This is because director/writer Christopher Weeks allows them no human complexity; or, rather, because he does not allow us to see it. Even though this is essentially a film about emotion, we are allowed no glimpse of character’s inner lives. Weekes lingers solely on the exterior manifestations of these emotional states, which makes for a slow-paced and slightly depressing experience, with little reward. Films about hopelessness are rescued from drudgery when they provide some sort of insight into the human condition, or are at least emotionally powerful. Bitter and Twisted, however, remains a struggle, because there is little to be found here beyond a superficial meditation on sadness.

Burn After Reading

Every Coen Brothers film is a guaranteed surprise, and their latest, Burn After Reading, is no exception. Following on from the critically acclaimed thriller, No Country for Old Men, Burn After Reading could hardly be more different. It marks the brothers’ return to the more comedic tones of their earlier offerings, and though it lacks the non-stop humour of The Big Lebowski, there’s certainly enough in there to keep you entertained. The all-star cast includes Coen golden boy George Clooney, alongside Frances McDormand, Brad Pitt, Tilda Swinton and John Malkovich, all of whom rise to the occasion in perfectly portraying clueless eccentricity.

The film weaves a twisted narrative web, connecting these mismatched characters through adultery, blackmail and internet dating. It all kick-starts after the dopey personal trainer Chad (Pitt, in an interesting casting choice) finds a discarded CD containing (what he believes to be) highly confidential CIA information. He and the equally ditzy, plastic-surgery-obsessed Linda (McDormand) trace this disc back to the recently-fired CIA analyst Osbourne Cox (Malakovich). This in turn inadvertently involves them in the love triangle occurring between Cox, his wife Katie (Swinton) and the slimy Treasury agent Harry (Clooney). The plots strains a little under all these complications, but gets through thanks to its sheer, unabashed wackiness. It’s not the sort of film that will leave you laughing for days, but you’ll get at least two hours of fun out of it.

Interview with Antonio Zeccola - "Bella Vista"

I catch Antonio Zeccola after his Saturday arvo soccer match. Much hilarity ensues as we discuss that clichéd image of the soccer-ball-toting Italian ex-pat. More seriously, though, the Italian Film Festival director confesses that soccer is his single break from the hard slog of festival organising. “Apart from this three hour break on a Saturday I am thinking about the festival 24/7. It’s always on my mind and there is just so much to do.”

Zeecola’s entire year is based around his pursuit of fine Italian Cinema, with a schedule guaranteed to make any cinephile salivate. “There’s a lot of research that we do, plus I attend the Berlin, Cannes, Venice and Toronto film festivals every year and that’s where I watch all the films and make the selection from what I’ve watched, before I approach the producers and formulate the programme,” he explains. “I’m looking for good films, but also I want to make sure they’re all different; not all about the mafia, or family, or anything like that. I also try to create a story within each festival. It’s like I’m saying ‘this contemporary Italy now,’ or, ‘this is how it was 1945,’ so there’s a message in each programme based on what I choose.”

This year, the festival’s underlying themes include a critique of Italy’s contemporary situation. “If we look just at the opening night film, Her Whole Life Ahead, it is a very sadly contemporary film,” Zeccola asserts. “It’s about a very creative, very smart young girl who passes all her exams with the highest accolades but still can’t get a job. She ends up working in a call centre and is forced to sell things that she is not interested in. This is only one example from the festival, but it connects to the message I’m trying to portray; there are so many qualified people in Italy who don’t have a job. In order to make a living they just have to do whatever they can do.” The director additionally recommends the political opera Il Divo, the period piece Wild Blood and the youthful drama Don’t Think About it. While Zeccola of course quick to add that there is “no bad film in the festival,” he does suggest that these selections will offer any film-goer a condensed summary of the variety on offer.

While it is by no means unusual to hear a festival director describe his current programme as the “best yet,” Zeccola’s words are lent gravity by the current resurgence in Italian cinema. “Since ten years ago, there’s been a resurgence of young directors who have been recounting stories that everyone wants to hear,” Zeccola agrees. “In Italy, up to 30% of audiences watch Italian films which is remarkable because, even in Europe, Hollywood rules. It’s not just happening in Italy, though, it’s also happening in Germany and France. That’s great because it shows that these people have been able to make films that local audiences want to see.

“What’s especially remarkable is that these films that have been very successful have not been blockbusters, they’ve just been made on ordinary budgets of five or six million Euros and they’ve made money back plus just in their own country, let alone elsewhere. Here in Australia we think that you need a lot of money to make great films and attract audiences, but I think Italy shows it’s possible on a lower budget. You just need a good story.”

If Italian audiences are enjoying Italian films, then Zeccola is convinced that others will too. He seems to evoke notion of civic duty when he explains why he feels so passionately about Australia’s international film festivals. “In the film industry, all over the world, we’re so dominated by Hollywood culture, but there is so much more. I guess what we’re trying to do here, through these festivals, is represent other cultures. I was born in Italy so there’s that extra connection in this particular instance, but as you would know, we run French and Israeli and Spanish festivals. In all of these we just seem to have this mission to cultivate and introduce different cultures to the Australian public.”

After eight years of success, he has no doubt that this festival will again draw in the crowds, in Perth and beyond. “When we started in 2000, our festival barely had half a dozen films and of course the number that people came was very small. Nonetheless, we were encouraged, because Italy continued to produce some amazing films and these films wouldn’t have be seen by Australians, be they of Italian origin or just cinephiles or ‘Italiaphiles,’ unless this festival was around. And the festival has continued to grow each year. This year, over in Melbourne and Sydney, we’ve already seen attendance increase by about 20 or 30 percent, which is remarkable.”

A fine turn-out inevitably eases the hard work involved in reaching that point, and Zeccola adamantly agrees. “I’ve been doing this for so many years now, and there’s still a personal satisfaction in walking into an auditorium and seeing it full. I especially love trying to gauge the audience, and tell whether they’re laughing, or whether you can hear a pin drop, or whether they’re restless. And I really love that part of it. I think it’s in my blood, I’ve been doing it for decade and I still love it, and I’m sure I’m going to love it for as long as I do it.”

Towelhead

Screenwriter Alan Ball has always been fascinated by damaged people; he brought us the mid-life crisis of Lester Burnham in American Beauty, and the twisted, uncommunicating Fisher family of Six Feet Under. Now, his attention has turned to a thirteen-year-old Arab-American girl named Jasira (Summer Bishil) with his second film script and feature length directorial debut, Towelhead. Adapted from Alicia Erian's novel, Nothing is Private, the film is a no-holes-barred exploration of the young Jasira’s sexual awakening. From its very first scene, in which we see an older man helping the pre-pubescent Jasira shave away her bikini area, this film makes clear its intentions, and it certainly follows through. This scene will be followed by many more like it, as Jasira encounters a plethora of sexual experiences over a very short period of time.

Call me naïve, but Jasira’s age feels ridiculous in the film. Not because thirteen-year-olds aren’t having sex, but because they certainly don’t acquire a mature, adult perspective on these issues over the course of one semester. So much of Jasira’s dialogue feels premature and unrealistic, and the adult characters mirror this same lack of credibility, but reverse it. They become caricatures in their universal impotence, seeming excessively immature and irresponsible. Additionally, it’s hard to handle the sheer myriad of issues that Ball has inserted into this film; psychological, sexual, political, social, the list goes on! They’re so clumsily wound together, and without any moment of relief (comic or otherwise). In the end, the film is appealing in that classic ‘car crash’ manner. It’s difficult to tear your eyes away from its relentless explicitness and its ever twisting plotline, yet the pleasure is perverse. It will no doubt leave you feeling viscerally affected, but you’ll probably be forced to question whether you really took anything else away from the experience.