Capital Celluloid 2027 — Day 81: Sun Mar 22

Lucia (Solas, 1968): ICA Cinema, 2pm

This film is part of a min-season of Cuban cinema at the ICA. Details here

New York Times review:
An openly tendentious tour de force considered by many as Cuban cinema’s peak accomplishment, Humberto Solás’s Lucía (1968) is a landmark film. Solás, 
who died 10 years ago, was in his mid-20s when he made Cuba’s most elaborate and expensive movie yet — and perhaps ever. A 2-hour-40-minute black-and-white pageant, Lucía dramatizes the situation of three oppressed women, all named Lucía, at cusp moments of Cuban history — the 1890s war of independence, the early 1930s uprising against the dictatorship of Gerardo Machado and the post-revolutionary ’60s. Each story has its own style, and each Lucía represents a different social class. The Lucía of 1895 (played by the stage diva Raquel Revuelta) is a woman from an aristocratic Havana family who, losing her youth, embarks on a passionate affair with a handsome Spaniard. A story of love and betrayal is set against the war between the Spanish and the Cuban guerrillas known as mambises, many former slaves; the sequence is reminiscent of but even wilder in its orchestrated tumult than Luchino Visconti’s operatic costume dramas. Like the lovers in Visconti’s Senso, the protagonist cannot will herself outside of history. The second Lucía (Eslinda Nuñez, who played the object of the antihero’s fantasies in “Memories of Underdevelopment”) is the daughter of a bourgeois family. Unlike the first Lucía, she tries to engage rather than escape, giving herself to an idealistic young opponent of the Machado regime. Although not without violence, this section is tender and even dreamy — episodes of street fighting punctuate a “new wave” love story. Hauntingly beautiful, Ms. Nuñez could double for Delphine Seyrig in “Last Year at Marienbad.” But despite her character’s political commitment, she is marginalized as a woman even as her intellectual lover is betrayed. The 1930s revolution is incomplete. The third Lucía is the Castro equivalent of a Soviet positive heroine — not unlike Adela Legrá, the captivating untrained actress who plays her. An illiterate peasant, this Lucía leaves a female work brigade for love of a self-regarding, insanely proprietary truck driver. Having traded labor for servitude, she must learn to assert herself against the traditional macho husband who tells her, “I am the Revolution.” Reminiscent of the Italian film farces of the ’60s, the episode employs a rollicking version of the ballad “Guantanamera” to comment on their conjugal struggle and end the movie on a note of triumphant ambiguity.

Here (and above) is the trailer.

Capital Celluloid 2027 — Day 80: Sat Mar 21

House for Swap (Tabio, 1983): Garden Cinema, 4.20pm

This film is part of the Cuban film season at the Garden Cinema. Full details here.


The screening will be followed by a Q&A with special guests from Cuba, distinguished cinema actors Mirtha Ibarra and Eslinda Núñez.


Garden Cinema introduction:
This film heralded a new genre of sociocritical comedy in Cuba and was the debut feature of director Juan Carlos Tabio. It is full of Cubanisms – popular everyday problems, language and attitudes of that era and a range of characters from an idealist architect to an opportunistic bureaucrat. Gloria wants her adult daughter to find a husband, who she considers a “good match”, and engineers a chain of house swaps to move to a “better neighbourhood” to make things go her way - but her daughter has different ideas and to love who she wants. It examines the desire to get ahead in a society that says everyone is equal but also celebrates the resourcefulness with which people solve their own problems.

Here (and above) is the trailer.

Capital Celluloid 2027 — Day 79: Fri Mar 20

The Killer (Woo, 1989): Nickel Cinema, 6pm

Time Out review:
The most dementedly elegiac thriller you've ever seen, distilling a lifetime's enthusiasm for American and French film noir, with little Chinese about it apart from the soundtrack and the looks of the three beautiful leads. It started out as a homage to Martin Scorsese and Jean-Pierre Melville, but the limitless arsenal of guns and rocket-launchers appears somehow to have got in the way. Exquisitely-tailored contract killer Jeff (Chow Yun-Fat, Hong Kong's finest actor) accidentally damages the sight of nightclub singer Jennie while blasting a dozen gangsters to kingdom come. He befriends the near-blind girl, and decides to take One Last Job to finance the cornea graft she needs. Meanwhile he is stalked by a misfit cop (Danny Lee), who eventually falls in love with him and winds up fighting alongside him. There are half-a-dozen mega-massacres along the way, plus extraordinary spasms of sentimentality, romance and soul searching. The tone is hysterical from start to finish, but John Woo's lush visual stylings and taste for baroque detail give the whole thing an improbably serene air of abstraction.
Tony Rayns

Here (and above) is the trailer.

Capital Celluloid 2027 — Day 78: Thu Mar 19

Taking Off (Forman, 1971): Close-Up Cinema, 8.15pm

Time Out review:
A delightfully touching comedy, Milos Forman's first in America and far better than his later One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest or Ragtime, this deals with the attempts of a middle-aged, middle class American couple to trace and lure back their runaway daughter. Scenes of their search are intercut with sequences at a musical audition for disillusioned youth, and Forman's wry but sympathetic humour derives largely from the incongruities he observes in both situations: deserted parents, concerned and conservative, getting stoned in an effort to understand why kids smoke dope; a rosy, virginal young girl singing a quiet folk song in praise of fucking. Never taking sides, but allowing both factions engaged in the generation gap war plenty of space and generosity, its gentle wit has aged far more gracefully than the hectoring sermons of most youth movies churned out in the late '60s and early '70s.
Geoff Andrew

Here (and above) is the trailer.

Capital Celluloid 2027 — Day 77: Wed Mar 18

Up to a Certain Point (Alea, 1983): Garden Cinema, 6pm

This film is part of the Cuban film season at the Garden Cinema. Full details here.

Chicago Reader review:
A short feature (1984) by Cuba’s Tomas Gutierrez Alea (Memories of Underdevelopment). It seems to have been part of an official government assault on the problem of “machismo” in Cuban society, though Alea is able to lighten the schematism inherent in propaganda films with a fairly open shooting style and attractive performances. Assigned to do a documentary on women working in jobs traditionally held by men, a famous Cuban writer finds himself falling in love with his principal subject, a feisty female dockhand, but is ultimately unable to accept her independence.
Dave Kehr

Here (and above) is the trailer.

Capital Celluloid 2027 — Day 76: Tue Mar 17

Innocence (Hadzihalilovic, 2004): ICA Cinema, 6.30pm


This is a 'Machine That Kills Bad People'* screening

ICA introduction:

Leslie Thornton, Peggy and Fred in Hell (The Prologue), 1984, 21 min.
Lucile Hadzihalilovic, Innocence, 2004, 122 min.
 
Leslie Thornton's Peggy and Fred in Hell maps a surreal, apocalyptic realm littered with the detritus of a pop culture bursting at the seams. Castaways in this semiotic wilderness, the protagonists Peggy and Fred have been, in Thornton words, "raised by television," their experience shaped by a palimpsest of science and science-fiction, new technologies and obsolete ones, half-remembered movies and the leavings of history. 
 
In a different kind of hell, Lucile Hadzihalilovic’s debut feature Innocence unfolds in a girls' boarding school, ostensibly at the start of the twentieth century. Based on a 1903 novella by Frank Wedekind, Mine-Haha, or On the Bodily Education of Young Girls, Innocence begins with the arrival of the youngest girl – in a wooden coffin. Investigating the socially-conditioned origins of female sexual knowledge, Hadzihalilovic uses dreamlike images to explore the metamorphosis from girl to woman.

This screening is accompanied by a commissioned essay by Chris McCormack. 

Time Out review:
Is this a horror movie or a grim fairy tale? Dedicated to her colleague, confrontationalist director Gaspar Noé, and sourced from a work by dark expressionist Frank Wedekind, 
Lucile Hadzihalilovic’s stunning debut describes the purgatorial existence of schoolgirls in a sequestered rural college. In their crisp white gym shifts andpigtail ribbons colour-coded by age, these prepubescent model pupils are self-policing, save for a lone crippled mistress and a ballet teacher and the hovering threat of their ‘graduation’ ceremony in the mysterious house through the dark wood from whence none ever return. Meticulously shot by Benoît Debie with the chromatic richness of the pre-Raphaelite painters  – you can almost smell the moss and decay – and miraculously acted by its predominately young cast, Hadzihalilovic’s film may make for a finally problematic feminist fable, but its unique vision conjures memories of the terrible beauty of Franju’s surreal work and Laughton’s supreme symbolist invocation of childhood, ‘The Night of the Hunter’. 
Wally Hammond

Here (and above) is the trailer. 

*
The Machine That Kills Bad People is, of course, the cinema – a medium that is so often and so visibly in service of a crushing status quo but which, in the right hands, is a fatal instrument of beauty, contestation, wonder, politics, poetry, new visions, testimonies, histories, dreams. It is also a film club devoted to showing work – ‘mainstream’ and experimental, known and unknown, historical and contemporary – that takes up this task. The group borrowed their name from the Roberto Rossellini film of the same title, and find inspiration in the eclectic juxtapositions of Amos Vogel’s groundbreaking New York film society Cinema 16.

The Machine That Kills Bad People is held bi-monthly in the ICA Cinema and is programmed by Erika Balsom, Beatrice Gibson, Maria Palacios Cruz, and Ben Rivers.

Capital Celluloid 2027 — Day 75: Mon Mar 16

Wałęsa: Man of Hope (Wajda, 2013): BFI Southbank, NFT3, 8.30pm

This film, part of the Andrzej Wajda season at BFI Southbank, is also screened on March 1st. Details can be found here.

Guardian review:
A
t the age of 87, that remarkable Polish film-maker Andrzej Wajda has directed a movie with terrific gusto and a first-rate lead performance from Robert Więckiewicz. It’s a full-tilt biopic tribute to the trade-union leader Lech Wałęsa, founder of the Solidarity movement: bullish, cantankerous, with an exasperating charm and the gift of the gab. Wałęsa’s defiance of Poland’s Soviet masters removed the very first brick from the Berlin Wall. Famously, Wałęsa was the one subversive trade-union leader whom Margaret Thatcher felt able to love: Arthur Scargill did not enjoy the same admiration. Wałęsa: Man of Hope is a belated companion piece to his Man of Marble (1977) and Man of Iron (1981), respectively about a Stakhanovite bricklayer and his son in Poland; it discloses now an unexpected trilogy, and somehow suggests, in retrospect, that the heroic “Man” of those first two films really was Wałęsa all along. The almost Napoleonic career of Wałęsa looked at the time like a kind of miracle; Wajda sets out to examine how that miracle came about. Wałęsa starts as a shipyard electrician, devoted to his young wife Danuta, (Agnieszka Grochowska), and to their growing family, and radicalised by the Gdańsk shipyard riot of 1970. Amusingly, Wajda suggests that Wałęsa’s luxuriant moustache made him famous and recognisable: the anti-Stalin in the cause of freedom. His activism moreover coincided with the sensational arrival of the charismatic new Polish Pope John Paul II; the Catholic Wałęsa was a key political beneficiary. It’s an invigorating and very enjoyable film from a director who shows no sign of slowing down.
Peter Bradshaw

Here (and above) is the trailer.