Biography of Pakistan’s “Bhutto” is a political action movie that grabs you

“Bhutto” is a three-level history of Pakistan, its culture, its people, with Ms. Benazir Bhutto’s accomplishments front-and-center.  She was Pakistan’s first female Prime Minister, but didn’t rise from nothing.  Her dad, Zulfikar Ali Bhutto, himself a former Pakistani Prime Minister, had to come first.

Benazir Bhutto, fmr Pakistani Prime Minister (courtesy First Run Features)

He set his progressive, maybe radical, example in the home and office, and a precedent for his daughter Benazir Bhutto.  This story isn’t just hers, or theirs, but also the state’s.

“Bhutto” is a potent, exceptional feature-length political documentary, from Duane Baughman & Johnny O’Hara, about a family that broke with customs to make history.  Truly, it’s a political action movie!  While it’s not Jason Bourne, the dramatic and consequences are just as tense.  Pakistan is a zealous Muslim state that’s both troubled and troublesome; in part because of fundamentalists, and the military and their diverging goals.  Women were only noticed if that suited the men, as long as there was no trouble, no waves made.  Prime Minister Benazir Bhutto’s story is vital to the state’s broader one.  Before her, women were never expected – or wanted – to serve the people by leading them.

Landmark Theatre’s Lagoon Cinema will begin showing “Bhutto” on Jan 28th.

This political documentary film provides a concise primer on Pakistan’s and the Bhutto family’s dense, complex and compelling interwoven stories, which are both personal and political – powerful.  Now, politics and family are often a dramatic mix; consider America’s Kennedy’s, the Windsor’s (the Royal Family) of Great Britain or the Daley’s of Chicago.  Adding contentious questions of gender or religion, or both to that mix is incendiary. The grooming of a groundbreaking stateswoman is a great story for ambitious girls.

We get all of this in one fascinating, highly intelligent, even urbane film.  Some people might find “Bhutto” too complex, too dense and too deep.  It mixes a few major moving parts.  While it’s a political documentary, the incendiary topics make it a political action movie.   Either one of these stories, about either of the Prime Ministers Bhutto, father or daughter, of about the state, could be full-length history entertainment.  Outside of PBS’ POV series it’s hard to come up with another film, documentary or not that deals with pioneering women politicians.  Particularly in lands where women only known as wives and mothers, serving families, never nation states.

Ms. Bhutto’s story, while dramatic, walks beside her dad’s.  She is her father’s daughter.  The dad, Zulfikar Ali Bhutto’s, story was vital to show his Prime Minister daughter’s origins, how she grow with fewer fears than other women.  He broke with tradition and custom, after Benazir wore a burqa for the first time.  After his wife told him that their daughter had worn that, he considered what the custom meant to him and he told her that Benazir didn’t have to wear it.  That helped to break the mold of a traditional Pakistani woman.

If we were to score this: 4.5 from 5.

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SXSW favorite “Tiny Furniture” comes to Minnesota with a thud

“Tiny Furniture” is Lena Dunham’s first feature-length film; and it’s one of those, which a film critic can see, from the opening, that it will not be his cup-o-tea.  Just can’t relate to the characters, their lives, stories or attitudes.  It’s one world where no one he knows lives.  “Tiny Furniture” will appeal to some viewers, the “who” is just a mystery.

Real-life mom counsels real-life daughter in fiction movie

But just because a film grates against a movie critic doesn’t mean that he has to shred it.  One high-profile hint: the South by Southwest Film Festival 2010 named it “best narrative feature.”   It’s hard to wrap the head around that kudo for a movie that stands out for a void story and flat characters.  People often say “it’s in the eye of the beholder.”

Well, Minnesota Film Arts/The Film Society will show this big tiny feature at St. Anthony Main for a week from Jan 28th.  Maybe you’ll like this rambling character study, where her story and life are connected only through associative thought.

“Tiny Furniture” offers a series of vignettes, much like Spike Lee’s semi-memoir 1994′s “Crooklyn.” But those vignettes come from nowhere, rarely having a reason to be.  The story is shallow, and thrown together.  Having finished her degree Aura [auteur, star, Lena herself], returns to her mom’s (who’s also her real-life mom) palatial apartment and support.  Aura is a wholly unmotivated slacker who is in a post-coming-of-age stall.  Newly rejected by her latest beau, she acts like she’s milking her last school break.

Aura and the cook chat at work

The poster tells us that Aura ‘s “having a very, very hard time,” because she’s a young woman, whom almost no one in her life – her mom, ex-beau, two new might-be beaus or her sister – wants to have or be around her for very long.  She gets a nothing job, to get her mom off her back, and flirts with a “New Yorker”-type, existentialist YouTube comic.  Ms. Dunham’s personal voice, and the story’s quirks remind us of 2008′s “Gigantic” and actually worked there.   “Tiny Furniture” is refreshing, as a first-time movie because Ms. Dunham doesn’t have the typical first-timer’s crisis, where you shake your head at their work’s technical roughness (outside of the narrative, that is).

If we were to score this: 2.5 out of 5.

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Who likes foreign movies? How ’bout a festival? Online..? Maybe not!

If you love movies, if you love foreign films and festivals, but the inherent crowds irk you, then how about MyFrenchFilmFestival.com?  Another way to watch foreign movies online.  This inaugural film festival began on January 14 and finishes on the 30th.

Géraldine Nakache and Leïla Bekhti in "All That Glitters" (courtesy creative commons)

I tried to watch two titles, “All that Glitters” [Tout Ce Qui Brille in French], about two 20-something suburban women who yearn for Paris’ bright lights, and “Spies” [Espions in French] a story that asks “what if James Bond were brilliant and French, but also a misfit, slacker without patriotism?” Several of the 10 titles looked worthwhile. I say tried, even strove, because after 10- or 20-minutes even with a strong, reliable Wifi connections, the movies played as though they were under strobes lights –stuttering, clunky.

While this web-based film festival isn’t the first, or necessarily unique, it is different and special, but also damned irksome. Its predecessors are Babelgum Online Film Festival, which began in 2007, offering movies that mostly avoid or ignore conventional or feature films, and the New York Film Academy and PutItOn.com, which held their second online festival in 2010.  Neither of these seem to offer the opportunity to watch foreign movies online.  So maybe try MyFrenchFilmFestival.com?

Well, while MyFrenchFilmFestival boasts 10 films from emerging French feature filmmakers and many shorts, brace yourself for the internet headaches…  People talk about payback.  The problem is playback, even with a strong Wifi connection.  With this inaugural online film festival, you waste more energy coaxing the movie to play than enjoying it.  It’s a trial for a movie critic to review something that literally almost not watchable.  You try to steady the clunky play back somehow, by making circles in the corner of your screen with the mouse, but…that’s tiresome, and futile.  If you want to pause or come back to watching the film, too bad, so sad. – You’re screwed.

“All that Glitters” would’ve been a romp, watching these young women find their ways and a little bit more about themselves, and reconciling their suburban doldrums and fantasies about Parisian night life.  It’s probably a good romp if the web system cooperates with movie viewers.

Then a few days after struggling to enjoy the story of this female duo, a surge of optimism came.  How about another go of it, with “Spies?” It’s a strong, smart film that has a French version of James Bond, if he lacked the glamour or sense of service. The first half played well enough, making you want to stick with it, even if your attention was split between fiddling with a mouse and actually watching it.  But when the movie starts playing more like a skipping slideshow, and the subtitles seem to fall out-of-sync or drop off entirely, you’re lost – Patience drained. Enthusiasm spent.

Nice try, maybe.  This film festival, or this method makes it hard to watch foreign movies online.  In how many ways can we compare this clunkiness to European politics?

What do “10,000 Black Men Named George” have to do with Martin L King?

There’s a film about a pivotal labor activist, and with a peculiar title, that tells a sad story within its title, “10,000 Black Men Named George.” Thousands of “nameless” African American men worked as porters on the railroads.  The man was Asa Philip Randolph, although his first name is rarely spelled out.

This is Martin Luther King’s weekend.  His birthday is on Jan. 15th, while we await Monday to celebrate his profound legacy.  Next to the most publicized personalities ­of January and Black History Month – Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, Rosa Parks, Harriet Tubman, Thurgood Marshall, Langston Hughes and William E. B. Du Bois –  Mr. Randolph might be the least known.

It’s remarkable that the most palatable icon, Martin L. King, has not yet had a biopic made about him.  In 1992 Spike Lee gave us “Malcolm X.” Ten years later, Julie Dash gave us “The Rosa Parks Story” with Angela Bassett for cable.  And then, also in 2002, Robert Townsend, brought Showtime TV and us A. Philip Randolph (portrayed by André Braugher) and the porters’ story of toiling to improve Sleeping Car Porters’ work lives.  “10,000 Black Men” potently sheds light on a little known portion of American labor relations, at the crossroad of African-American history.

The film’s first scene shows how their work might go, illustrating a common sort of clash with a client: when a porter sees a woman steal and stow Pullman towels into her luggage, he diplomatically reminds her not to do that.  He tells her that the porters are charged for items, that end up missing.  “Stunned,” she insists on telling his boss, the conductor, of this daring, uppity offense.  When the conductor arrives, the porter stands there and take the situation.

While Rev. King deserves our reverence, he’s one of a small cadre of comet-bright icons – out of the 100s and 1,000s who deserve as much recognition. It’s an irony that so many activists in that list, above, had no films made in their names, save for Justice Marshall with CBS’ “Separate But Equal” in 1991.  One worthy question is “why so few the movies have been made about even that set of almost 10?”

Pullman Porter Helping Woman (courtesy Creative Commons)

“10,000 Black Men” is a delight to watch, sneaking history lessons into a great story.  The under-recognized André Braugher’s portrayal of Randolph is key.  Late in the film there are pivotal scenes that highlight loyalty and betrayal.  One climactic scene has a kindly elder porter, zealous about the movement, found out as a Judas, a double-agent.  And then we see the hardship that Mrs. Randolph, an entrepreneur, endures when protests against on her husband force her to shutter her salon.

According to an excerpt of “Marching Together,” from google books, “the porter [union] election results forced the Pullman Company to recognize the Brotherhood of Sleeping Car Porters as the porters’ and maids’ legitimate representative.  More than two years passed before contract negotiations were completed,” 12 years to the day after they began their struggle.

In the 1920s and 1930s the porters were paid such meager respect that the patrons and Pullman Company didn’t care what the porters’ mothers had named them.  It was easier to call “them” George, after George Pullman, the company’s founder.  According to Rising from the Rails, a website that honors the porters, “They were hired…because they epitomized Pullman’s vision of safe, reliable, and invisible servants.”

Taking a way-back look at a movie reminds us of films that could be memorable and give us something, if we take the time for them.  While some movies are “always” on cable TV, these aren’t.

Documentary, “Bad Writing,” asks what bad writing is, and stirs dramatic laughs

Writing is easy.  All you do is stare at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead.

Author Gene Fowler once said that.  That raises a question.  Well several…

  • What is bad writing?
  • Can it be bad?
  • Who cares?
  • Why ask?

Whether or not you’re creative or artistic, if you’ve attended an English class or especially one on creative writing, you’ve been asked, or have asked yourself these questions?

poster (courtesy Morris Hill Pictures)

A smart, seriously funny documentary is taking a round about road to our screens, no matter which kind you watch.  “Bad Writing” is a fun, witty and mostly great documentary from Vernon Lott.  The film, from Morris Hill Pictures, deals with writing good – or well, that is.

If you’ve written before, at least before twitter came, you’ve wondered whether “it” was bad writing or good?  And if you’re serious and diligent with your writing, that anxiety is deeper.  For many people this is a routinely serious, even Sisyphean personal trial.  The prospect of writing anything, especially something creative and that people will like, stirs agony among writers.

The early- and mid-20th Century had the Great American novel as the ultimate literary artistic goal those generations’.  Vernon Lott, the film-maker, knows this.  He strove for several years to be a poet, half-way sure that the stereotypic and romantic agonies of an artist’s path were needed.  Then he woke up, shook himself and decided to ask renown writers about the craziness of that craziness.

Vernon Lott and George Saunders (courtesy Morris Hill Pictures)

According to imdb, “Bad Writing” was released on December 10th.  It’s treading a narrow, cautious college-like screening tour.  It’s a small, unconventional, fun and potent film that deserves attention.  But it’s a documentary; few people seek out documentaries for an evening’s pleasure.  In late October 2010, “Toronto Globe and Mail” columnist Liam Lacey concluded that the web, under the guises of Mubi and SnagFilms, is the new art house cinema.

“Bad Writing’s” a gem because it’s funny, has wit and answers many questions, both writerly and not, which nag people.  You might call it a literary or artistic courterpart to Woody Allen’s 1972 film “Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex,* But Were Afraid to Ask,” (if that movie had taken that question seriously, that is.  …But not too too serious.)   One of the dozen or so take aways comes when one of the writers tells Mr. Lott that “it’s” bad writing “if it doesn’t make sense outside the writer’s head.”  That’s a howl.  Hers is also an earnest answer.  The film is just this reverent and serious.

Movies about writing are hard, or hardly dramatic because it’s a solitary activity.  That’s probably part of why those movies made about it are about either people’s aptitude for or access to social support network, like “Freedom Writers.”  Otherwise where’s the conflict?  “Bad Writing” shows us.

But it’s flaws show in the last act.  Sadly, this 60-minute film, on the romance, the rigors and the realities of writing, and one’s own ability, for it, is stuck in a 90-minute form that someone forced up on it.  That last act peters into considering digital technology and Web 2.0 bode for writers meant for the tactile; it clashes with the romance and fun of the first hour.  The clash doesn’t damage it, but wastes much of that hour’s momentum.

Vernon Lott and Steve Almond (courtesy of Morris Hill Pictures)

He interviews renown authors and professors to ask “what’s bad?,” “who cares?” and “why ask?”  Of those dozen or so, Nick Flynn, George Saunders, Steve Almond and Daniel Orosco are among the funnest.

The mediated and educated worlds take writing seriously enough that “Bad Writing” strives not to; instead it releases some of the most rank of that bad, hot and self-congratulatory air.  That technical irreverence sets the filmmaker up, and us, for a cute aside.  While Mr. Lott meets with the founder of a San Francisco writers’ community, “Mortified,” (where people read often private, even intimate pieces that were never meant to be heard – and certainly not in public)   He stumbles at least twice as he edits himself in the middle of asking it’s founder a question.

This documentary stands out in another funky way.  The lighting stands are in the shots at least half of the time, cameraman’s hands and it even boasts screwed-up shots of only David Sedaris’ hands.  It’s interesting to find a film that plays with or mocks the fourth wall, which is rarely discussed outside of film lectures.  This film isn’t slick in the usual way.  But it is; it’s potently executed (except for that darned last act).  The substance of “Bad Writing” is more important to it than, how it’s dressed.  You can laugh out loud while learning.  How long’s it been since you did that?

If we were to grade this: 4.5 out of 5.

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