(Being an article originally published in The Scene Newspaper)
There is not a whole lot I can say in favor of the art of dance, it just never seemed to suit me on any real level. I don't tend to indulge in the graceful, often lauded cinematic legacy of the Fred Astaire, Gene Kelly types, have never attended any sort of ballet (that I'll admit to) and I sure as shit won't burn my eyes out on the flotsam they shell out nowadays. With the rare exception of the 'Breakin' films (especially 'Electric Boogaloo') and that one Fatboy Slim video with Christopher Walken in it, I simply fail to gel to the sight of folks twisting and/or undulating to the accompanying music as it were. Still, there is always room for a change of opinion, if only for a certain, specific facet of something previously unappreciated. Such a change occurred with the viewing of 'Pina', the latest offering from the fine German filmmaker Wim Wenders. This is a documentary that centers on the unique choreographic mindset of Pina Bausch a visionary designer of movement as a means to express feeling and thought through using the human form as a better, more potent form of language at large in inventive pieces that completely transcend the conventions of standard dance theatrics.
Wenders, like me, was never one to hold a vested interest in dance or any artistic statement build around it. He was converted, at least in part, after an initial, very emotional encounter with a mid 1980s performance of Bausch's seminal work, 'Café Muller' and soon after set to forging a comradery with the woman that would slowly lead to the suggestion of a collaboration with the end goal of birthing a film meant to share Bausch's skills with a broader audience. The enduring dilemma hanging over this concept, however, was the director's conviction that the flat projection of an image could never fully replicate the depth and gravity inherent in the way the human body occupies and, most importantly, moves about space. The project remained a mulled over puzzle for years until Wenders became more attracted to the budding 3-D digital technology that started really gaining momentum and polish as it became a tool for more than cheeky computerized cartoons and big event spectacles like 'Avatar'. With this chief aspect solved and in place (Wenders consulted an expert on stereoscopic photography and implementation, Alain Derobe ) all was a go on the production front, the director and his muse agreed on using fractions of four Bausch pieces ('Vollmond', 'Kontakthof', 'Le sacre du printemps' and the aforementioned 'Café Muller') to help flesh out the film proper. Then Pina Bausch herself passed on abruptly into the great unknown in June 2009.
The project had to be suspended as this unforeseen circumstance threw all prep work and emotional stamina into turmoil. It was only given a second wind by way of the insistence of the dedicated members of Pina's esteemed Tanztheater Wuppertal company who helped by reconfiguring the concept of the proposed film into something resembling an homage to their beloved maestro. Wenders conceded and production began in earnest shortly thereafter incorporating the previously agreed upon Bausch works with more personal performance pieces by the company members (who hail from such varied locales as Italy, France, Korea, Russia, the good ol' U.S. of A and, of course, Germany) as they attempt to share their love and appreciation for Pina through inventive solo numbers and odd confessional scenes where the thoughts of the dancers are heard as voices hovering above their respective, contemplative bodies.
Wenders and his crew follow the graceful action with seeming ease, the camera addresses the potent energy at large when these folks bear their souls and move their bodies according to some of the more startling and unexpected presentations of 'dance' I have ever stumbled across, thank goodness a true filmmaker was present to document it all in all-pro fashion. The picture was shot on stages at Bausch's theater and at several interesting points around the mid size German city of Wuppertal (on street corners, inside a rail train, by a shopworn factory and a quarry) and often positions the framing to fully exploit the use of space between and surrounding the dancers to suitably (by way of the 3-D enhancement the film was predominantly exhibited in) bridge the gap between a live performance and a recorded replication. Two prime examples of this can be found at the start of the film with a lady laying a bit disheveled on a pile of dirt in the foreground as other bodies creep into the far background of the frame in a portion of 'Le sacre du printemps' ('The Rite of Spring') and in the frantic smashing about the flooded stage on hand to help bring 'Vollmond' ('Full Moon') to hectic life later on.
Wim Wenders has, by all evident accounts, done his late creative peer a grand service. 'Pina' as a film works to both ensure that this woman's legacy will thrive and also that her life long talent of greatly redefining a long standing artistic practice with an immense bravado and flair for the fully unique will be picked up and furthered by those she molded in her theater to become practitioners of dance of the highest, most incomparable order. This film works in favor of Wenders as the latest addition in a long career made up of a healthy balance of fiction and non-fiction cinema (much like the path taken by, perhaps, his most notable contemporary, Werner Herzog). Wenders finished his first feature at the dawn of the 70s ('Summer in the City') and continued to delve into the quirks of characters both real life and imagined who wander on the outer parameters of the conventional. This continued as Wenders honed his skills and branched his free spirit tendencies out to craft such noteworthy pictures as 'Paris, Texas' (the darling of the 1984 Cannes Film Fest), 'Wings of Desire' (later bastardized by Hollywood into some kind of long form Goo-Goo Dolls video starring Nicolas Cage) and 'The End of Violence'.
As much as he clearly fixates on the less obvious textures of the human condition, Wenders also possesses a bit of affection for the wonders of travel. Early on in his filmmaking endeavors he created a swift succession of films eventually dubbed 'The Road Movie Trilogy' ('Alice in the Cities', 'The Wrong Move' and 'Kings of the Road') which would either introduce or expand upon themes and characters that would make their way through this trilogy and out to find a place in later Wenders pictures. The director's distinct style played influence on budding independent film movements across the globe, particularly on American shores in the man with the sharp, white hair, Jim Jarmusch (who appropriated the director's frequent camera wiz Robby Muller for several films including 'Down by Law' and 'Dead Man') who had assisted Wenders on his 1982 film 'The State of Things'.
Were 'Pina' fits into all this is simple, much as he gave adventurous audiences a peak at the less than mainstream world of aging Cuban musicians in 'The Buena Vista Social Club' or shed light into the waning days of once prominent, old school director Nicolas ('Rebel Without a Cause') Ray with 'Lightning Over Water', this most current offering seeks to spread the name of its subject out to devoted creative minds everywhere. Sadly, I was only able to snag a standard two dimensional copy of the film (from the Appleton Library, of course. It comes from the godly Criterion Collection (which does offer a 3-D Blu-Ray edition) and features a fair set of behind the scenes info, commentary by Wenders and additional footage of the dancers in action. I recommend this thing on the grounds that it works to sway opinion in favor of the vibrant sights contained within. If some coordination impaired clown like myself can find ample value in a film entirely focused on the art of choreographed dance (albeit, rather surreal choreography in this case) then there must be at least some passing merit in the mix. www.criterion.com
Also,
UPSTREAM COLOR.
Nine years ago a fella named Shane Carruth brought his debut effort, 'Primer', quietly into the independent film community. Carruth wrote, directed, produced, co-starred and had a hand in pretty much every other aspect of the intricate $7,000 wonder. A spare, unapologetically complex tale of two engineering pros who stumble across a low key variation of time travel which they gradually learn to erroneously employ to their financial gain, resulting in increasing friction and paranoia between the two. This little slice of sci-fi themed brain food was but a minor sampling of the deliberate and confounding potential this Carruth, a former software designer with a heavy mathematical background, would prove full of.
Now comes this delayed follow up, 'Upstream Color, reverted to after the frustrating collapse of a far longer gestating project, 'A Topiary', completely dissolved. Once more, Carruth assumes a multitude of duties to pull together the meticulously vague and often just out of narrative reach saga of two people (Amy Seimetz and the Carruth man himself) who have both been the victims of a very elaborate form of hypnotism caused by an organic force culled from a certain flower that goes out into the world deeply (often negatively) effecting a variety of other living things. The style of the film is pure, poetic, dreamlike and cooley unnerving. We basically become observers in a winding parade of easily ruined or greatly misguided lives (the film ultimately reveals a wealth of people and creatures effected by the parasite) struggling to shake themselves back into the straight line familiarity of their pre-tampered lives. Yet 'Upstream Color' plainly refuses to make things so simple for anyone, especially the audience.
As with 'Primer', Shane Carruth cares more about introducing brave ideas than gratuitously over-explaining them. The film is an elegant, bold mystery that does not necessarily need to be fully solved. Better to just soak in the experience as if you were living it in the same fog of confusion as the protagonists. A tricky way to unfold a story, true, but the workmanship and unavoidable intelligence of the handling of the material makes this strange, aloof beauty worth reaching out for. Do seek it, erbpfilm.com
There is not a whole lot I can say in favor of the art of dance, it just never seemed to suit me on any real level. I don't tend to indulge in the graceful, often lauded cinematic legacy of the Fred Astaire, Gene Kelly types, have never attended any sort of ballet (that I'll admit to) and I sure as shit won't burn my eyes out on the flotsam they shell out nowadays. With the rare exception of the 'Breakin' films (especially 'Electric Boogaloo') and that one Fatboy Slim video with Christopher Walken in it, I simply fail to gel to the sight of folks twisting and/or undulating to the accompanying music as it were. Still, there is always room for a change of opinion, if only for a certain, specific facet of something previously unappreciated. Such a change occurred with the viewing of 'Pina', the latest offering from the fine German filmmaker Wim Wenders. This is a documentary that centers on the unique choreographic mindset of Pina Bausch a visionary designer of movement as a means to express feeling and thought through using the human form as a better, more potent form of language at large in inventive pieces that completely transcend the conventions of standard dance theatrics.
Wenders, like me, was never one to hold a vested interest in dance or any artistic statement build around it. He was converted, at least in part, after an initial, very emotional encounter with a mid 1980s performance of Bausch's seminal work, 'Café Muller' and soon after set to forging a comradery with the woman that would slowly lead to the suggestion of a collaboration with the end goal of birthing a film meant to share Bausch's skills with a broader audience. The enduring dilemma hanging over this concept, however, was the director's conviction that the flat projection of an image could never fully replicate the depth and gravity inherent in the way the human body occupies and, most importantly, moves about space. The project remained a mulled over puzzle for years until Wenders became more attracted to the budding 3-D digital technology that started really gaining momentum and polish as it became a tool for more than cheeky computerized cartoons and big event spectacles like 'Avatar'. With this chief aspect solved and in place (Wenders consulted an expert on stereoscopic photography and implementation, Alain Derobe ) all was a go on the production front, the director and his muse agreed on using fractions of four Bausch pieces ('Vollmond', 'Kontakthof', 'Le sacre du printemps' and the aforementioned 'Café Muller') to help flesh out the film proper. Then Pina Bausch herself passed on abruptly into the great unknown in June 2009.
The project had to be suspended as this unforeseen circumstance threw all prep work and emotional stamina into turmoil. It was only given a second wind by way of the insistence of the dedicated members of Pina's esteemed Tanztheater Wuppertal company who helped by reconfiguring the concept of the proposed film into something resembling an homage to their beloved maestro. Wenders conceded and production began in earnest shortly thereafter incorporating the previously agreed upon Bausch works with more personal performance pieces by the company members (who hail from such varied locales as Italy, France, Korea, Russia, the good ol' U.S. of A and, of course, Germany) as they attempt to share their love and appreciation for Pina through inventive solo numbers and odd confessional scenes where the thoughts of the dancers are heard as voices hovering above their respective, contemplative bodies.
Wenders and his crew follow the graceful action with seeming ease, the camera addresses the potent energy at large when these folks bear their souls and move their bodies according to some of the more startling and unexpected presentations of 'dance' I have ever stumbled across, thank goodness a true filmmaker was present to document it all in all-pro fashion. The picture was shot on stages at Bausch's theater and at several interesting points around the mid size German city of Wuppertal (on street corners, inside a rail train, by a shopworn factory and a quarry) and often positions the framing to fully exploit the use of space between and surrounding the dancers to suitably (by way of the 3-D enhancement the film was predominantly exhibited in) bridge the gap between a live performance and a recorded replication. Two prime examples of this can be found at the start of the film with a lady laying a bit disheveled on a pile of dirt in the foreground as other bodies creep into the far background of the frame in a portion of 'Le sacre du printemps' ('The Rite of Spring') and in the frantic smashing about the flooded stage on hand to help bring 'Vollmond' ('Full Moon') to hectic life later on.
Wim Wenders has, by all evident accounts, done his late creative peer a grand service. 'Pina' as a film works to both ensure that this woman's legacy will thrive and also that her life long talent of greatly redefining a long standing artistic practice with an immense bravado and flair for the fully unique will be picked up and furthered by those she molded in her theater to become practitioners of dance of the highest, most incomparable order. This film works in favor of Wenders as the latest addition in a long career made up of a healthy balance of fiction and non-fiction cinema (much like the path taken by, perhaps, his most notable contemporary, Werner Herzog). Wenders finished his first feature at the dawn of the 70s ('Summer in the City') and continued to delve into the quirks of characters both real life and imagined who wander on the outer parameters of the conventional. This continued as Wenders honed his skills and branched his free spirit tendencies out to craft such noteworthy pictures as 'Paris, Texas' (the darling of the 1984 Cannes Film Fest), 'Wings of Desire' (later bastardized by Hollywood into some kind of long form Goo-Goo Dolls video starring Nicolas Cage) and 'The End of Violence'.
As much as he clearly fixates on the less obvious textures of the human condition, Wenders also possesses a bit of affection for the wonders of travel. Early on in his filmmaking endeavors he created a swift succession of films eventually dubbed 'The Road Movie Trilogy' ('Alice in the Cities', 'The Wrong Move' and 'Kings of the Road') which would either introduce or expand upon themes and characters that would make their way through this trilogy and out to find a place in later Wenders pictures. The director's distinct style played influence on budding independent film movements across the globe, particularly on American shores in the man with the sharp, white hair, Jim Jarmusch (who appropriated the director's frequent camera wiz Robby Muller for several films including 'Down by Law' and 'Dead Man') who had assisted Wenders on his 1982 film 'The State of Things'.
Were 'Pina' fits into all this is simple, much as he gave adventurous audiences a peak at the less than mainstream world of aging Cuban musicians in 'The Buena Vista Social Club' or shed light into the waning days of once prominent, old school director Nicolas ('Rebel Without a Cause') Ray with 'Lightning Over Water', this most current offering seeks to spread the name of its subject out to devoted creative minds everywhere. Sadly, I was only able to snag a standard two dimensional copy of the film (from the Appleton Library, of course. It comes from the godly Criterion Collection (which does offer a 3-D Blu-Ray edition) and features a fair set of behind the scenes info, commentary by Wenders and additional footage of the dancers in action. I recommend this thing on the grounds that it works to sway opinion in favor of the vibrant sights contained within. If some coordination impaired clown like myself can find ample value in a film entirely focused on the art of choreographed dance (albeit, rather surreal choreography in this case) then there must be at least some passing merit in the mix. www.criterion.com
Also,
UPSTREAM COLOR.
Nine years ago a fella named Shane Carruth brought his debut effort, 'Primer', quietly into the independent film community. Carruth wrote, directed, produced, co-starred and had a hand in pretty much every other aspect of the intricate $7,000 wonder. A spare, unapologetically complex tale of two engineering pros who stumble across a low key variation of time travel which they gradually learn to erroneously employ to their financial gain, resulting in increasing friction and paranoia between the two. This little slice of sci-fi themed brain food was but a minor sampling of the deliberate and confounding potential this Carruth, a former software designer with a heavy mathematical background, would prove full of.
Now comes this delayed follow up, 'Upstream Color, reverted to after the frustrating collapse of a far longer gestating project, 'A Topiary', completely dissolved. Once more, Carruth assumes a multitude of duties to pull together the meticulously vague and often just out of narrative reach saga of two people (Amy Seimetz and the Carruth man himself) who have both been the victims of a very elaborate form of hypnotism caused by an organic force culled from a certain flower that goes out into the world deeply (often negatively) effecting a variety of other living things. The style of the film is pure, poetic, dreamlike and cooley unnerving. We basically become observers in a winding parade of easily ruined or greatly misguided lives (the film ultimately reveals a wealth of people and creatures effected by the parasite) struggling to shake themselves back into the straight line familiarity of their pre-tampered lives. Yet 'Upstream Color' plainly refuses to make things so simple for anyone, especially the audience.
As with 'Primer', Shane Carruth cares more about introducing brave ideas than gratuitously over-explaining them. The film is an elegant, bold mystery that does not necessarily need to be fully solved. Better to just soak in the experience as if you were living it in the same fog of confusion as the protagonists. A tricky way to unfold a story, true, but the workmanship and unavoidable intelligence of the handling of the material makes this strange, aloof beauty worth reaching out for. Do seek it, erbpfilm.com
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