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oh. Canada!
May. 31st, 2007 12:26 pmi unintentionally did a Canadian film double-feature last night. i'm not sure the range could be more extreme - The Journals of Knud Rasmussen, followed by Fido.
The Journals of Knud Rasmussen is a quiet, meditative story about the slow weight of european culture smothering Inuit culture. it was filmed on location in Nunavut. most of the film is in Inuktitut, and while i could tell faces and characters apart, it took me way too long to realize that some of the people in the scenes were actually shaman Aua's helper spirits. armed with that knowledge, it would be good to rent and rewatch. i loved reading Jack London and Farley Mowat as a kid, so seeing things like the dogsleds with the fan-shaped traces on film was more exciting for me than the storytelling. (as one of the other passholders said afterwards - i loved seeing them build an igloo, but then they cut away before they did the top, which was always the part i wanted to see...) i don't mind a slow pace, but i do mind that i had a hard time understanding key plot points until long after the moment had passed.
three out of five, a rental. (i would like to learn more about Knud Rasmussen now. he's only a minor character in the story. it's all from the Inuit POV.)
Fido is hysterical, and not-to-be missed. eastside folks can catch it this weekend at Lincoln Square. the world is a bright and cheerful 1950s. years ago, the world pulled together to fight the zombies raised by a radioactive cloud. since then, technology has tamed zombies for domestic service. so instead of a boy-and-his-dog story, we have a boy-and-his-zombie story. it's smart and hysterically funny, with a relatively low level of gore and horror used to comic effect. the child actors are top-notch, and Carrie-Anne Moss is brilliant as our boy's mother. Billy Connolly (as Fido) uses his palette of grunts and shuffling to great effect. much of the joy of the film is in the worldbuilding, but the real payoff is in the playing of '50s tropes and what a zombie threat does to gun culture. silly good times, and a great picture-postcard of British Columbia.
light and delightful, with mild flesh eating and plenty of casual shooting. five shambling revenants out of five.
The Journals of Knud Rasmussen is a quiet, meditative story about the slow weight of european culture smothering Inuit culture. it was filmed on location in Nunavut. most of the film is in Inuktitut, and while i could tell faces and characters apart, it took me way too long to realize that some of the people in the scenes were actually shaman Aua's helper spirits. armed with that knowledge, it would be good to rent and rewatch. i loved reading Jack London and Farley Mowat as a kid, so seeing things like the dogsleds with the fan-shaped traces on film was more exciting for me than the storytelling. (as one of the other passholders said afterwards - i loved seeing them build an igloo, but then they cut away before they did the top, which was always the part i wanted to see...) i don't mind a slow pace, but i do mind that i had a hard time understanding key plot points until long after the moment had passed.
three out of five, a rental. (i would like to learn more about Knud Rasmussen now. he's only a minor character in the story. it's all from the Inuit POV.)
Fido is hysterical, and not-to-be missed. eastside folks can catch it this weekend at Lincoln Square. the world is a bright and cheerful 1950s. years ago, the world pulled together to fight the zombies raised by a radioactive cloud. since then, technology has tamed zombies for domestic service. so instead of a boy-and-his-dog story, we have a boy-and-his-zombie story. it's smart and hysterically funny, with a relatively low level of gore and horror used to comic effect. the child actors are top-notch, and Carrie-Anne Moss is brilliant as our boy's mother. Billy Connolly (as Fido) uses his palette of grunts and shuffling to great effect. much of the joy of the film is in the worldbuilding, but the real payoff is in the playing of '50s tropes and what a zombie threat does to gun culture. silly good times, and a great picture-postcard of British Columbia.
light and delightful, with mild flesh eating and plenty of casual shooting. five shambling revenants out of five.
