Will Ferrell’s 3 Sons Look All Grown Up At ‘Barbie’ Premiere

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Will Ferrell and his wife Viveca Paulin’s three sons looked all grown up at the recent “Barbie” movie premiere in London.

The actor, who stars in the upcoming film, was photographed on the pink carpet on Wednesday with Paulin and their sons: Magnus, 19, Mattias, 16 and Axel, 13.

Ferrell fittingly donned a pink tie with his suit, and Paulin stunned in a navy blue dress. Mattias and Axel opted for blue suits, while Magnus rocked a maroon suit.

Ferrell has talked about his family life in the past.

During an appearance on “The Ellen Show” in 2020, he jokingly told guest host Jennifer Aniston that raising three boys was “like running a small correctional facility.”

“It’s a lot of chaos, and all parenting rules go completely out the window,” he said, explaining that he sometimes has a hard time sticking to conflict resolution strategies often promoted in parenting books.

“Within five minutes [you’re] like, ‘Get upstairs now and brush your teeth. Shut up. I don’t care. Why? Because I said so.’”

The actor plays the CEO of Mattel in “Barbie,” which is due out on July 21.



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All Your Questions About Bradley Cooper’s ‘Maestro’ Answered

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During a 1976 lecture at Harvard University, the conductor and composer Leonard Bernstein said, “A work of art does not answer questions, it provokes them.”

It’s fitting that Bradley Cooper opens his new movie about the musician with that same quote: Ever since the teaser trailer dropped for “Maestro,” which Cooper directed, co-wrote and starred in, all sorts of questions have been flying. And though Bernstein may have been hesitant to answer queries about art, I feel no such reluctance: Having caught the movie Saturday during its debut at the Venice Film Festival, I’m ready to fill you in on everything you might want to know about “Maestro.”

Due on Netflix in December, “Maestro” tracks the exceptional but complicated life of Bernstein, best known as the composer of works like “West Side Story” and widely considered America’s first great conductor. When we meet Bernstein, he’s about to get his big break as the fill-in conductor of the New York Philharmonic, news he excitedly shares with the handsome musical collaborator (Matt Bomer) who is still naked in his bed. But as Bernstein’s profile rises, he finds himself beguiled by Felicia Montealegre (Carey Mulligan), an actress with an exotic Chilean accent and a laugh like a musical trill.

“The world wants us to be one thing and I find that deplorable,” Bernstein confides to her. Pressured by friends to live his life and work in a way that is “clean,” Bernstein marries Montealegre, who accepts his occasional dalliances with men so long as he’s discreet. The problem is, he isn’t. (Alongside “Oppenheimer” and the forthcoming “Ferrari,” you could file “Maestro” under “Movies About Major 20th-Century Figures Who Might Have Fooled Around a Little Too Much.”)

If you refer to “Maestro” as a biopic, expect a sternly worded email from the movie’s reps. The film is actually a love story, they insist. It’s true that the 27-year marriage between Bernstein and Montealegre is the primary concern.

It’s also true that “Maestro” doesn’t play by traditional biopic rules. This isn’t a cradle-to-the-grave record of Bernstein’s artistic accomplishments, which mostly occur in the background or in the ellipses between scenes. Even his iconic “West Side Story” score is heard only once, as the unexpected soundtrack to a domestic scene late in the movie. You do get to see Bernstein conduct in a virtuoso long take, but the film’s most notable musical sequence is a dream ballet. (Between that scene and the “I’m Just Ken” number from “Barbie,” cinematic dream ballets are really having a moment.)

After Netflix released the teaser trailer for “Maestro” in mid-August, the prosthetic nose Cooper wore to play Bernstein was criticized on social media, and some questioned why a non-Jewish actor was playing such a famous Jewish figure to begin with. In response, the Bernsteins’ three children issued a statement, saying, “It happens to be true that Leonard Bernstein had a nice, big nose. Bradley chose to use makeup to amplify his resemblance, and we’re perfectly fine with that.”

Leaving issues of propriety aside, how does Cooper’s fake schnoz look in the movie? It helps that the first time “Maestro” shows Cooper is during a brief flash-forward set near the end of Bernstein’s life: The nose is only one element of the frankly astonishing old-age makeup he’s got on, so it’s hardly the first thing you’d notice. But when the film flashes back to Bernstein as a young man, the prosthetic proves intermittently distracting. It’s both too much and not enough: Unlike the fake nose in “The Hours,” which really did render Nicole Kidman unrecognizable, young Bernstein just looks like Bradley Cooper wearing a big beak.

The trailer for “Maestro” gives Mulligan first billing over Cooper, and the initial poster for the film features only her, which led observers to wonder if “Maestro” would be told primarily through Montealegre’s point of view.

It isn’t. Though Mulligan has way more to do than some of the other suffering spouses in films this year, Cooper edges her out decisively when it comes to screen time. (Even if you regard “Maestro” as practically a two-hander, it’s he who has the upper hand.) But hey, the billing was a nice gesture, at least! Or maybe Cooper, who is cited five separate times in the credits for “Maestro,” simply felt he should give his name a brief reprieve.

Cooper’s feature directing debut, “A Star Is Born” (2018), was nominated for eight Oscars and won one, for its original song, “Shallow.” Can “Maestro” prove to be similar Oscar bait and even snag Cooper the best-director nomination he missed out on a few years ago?

Raves from industry trades Variety and the Hollywood Reporter will help raise the film’s awards chances, though cooler reactions from IndieWire and Vulture suggest not all critics will be in lock step. And since the SAG-AFTRA strike inhibits Cooper’s ability to promote “Maestro” — he wasn’t even able to appear at the Venice news conference or premiere, since guild rules currently prohibit actors from doing press for big-studio projects — he’ll have to rely on others to make the case for him.

But it’s hard to deny the bigness of those lead performances, and after “A Star Is Born” best-actor nominee Cooper lost the Oscar to a prosthetics-laden Rami Malek playing a real person, maybe it’s Cooper’s turn to have that kind of award-magnet role. It’ll be a crowded field full of contenders like Cillian Murphy (“Oppenheimer”) and Leonardo DiCaprio (“Killers of the Flower Moon"), but you can’t count out a nine-time nominee like Cooper: If he gets in, I suspect it will be by much more than a nose.



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The Film You Are About to See (2023)

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Premiering at the 45th Cinéma du Réel in Paris, Maxime Martinot’s short essay The Film You Are About to See (Le Film Que Vous Allez Voir) offers a brilliant investigation into the ways in which cinema exhibition and spectatorship are mediated by paratexts within and outside the films. Repurposing a range of verbal material intended to set context for viewing — disclaimers, introductory warnings, fourth-wall breaking intertitles, notices from theatre management — the film examines the fraught, slippery nature of the relationship between text and image in cinema. In doing so, it also throws light on contemporary institutional outlook towards problematic works from film history.

The texts that Martinot gathers greatly vary in their tone, style and function. A number of them are pre-emptive disclaimers about the films not being representative of the real world (“merely an ancient fable”), forestalling perceived slight to such institutions as the police, the Red Cross and the Catholic church. A few extend the language of publicity, hard-selling the provocations of the film or preparing the audience for the experience to follow (“not a detective genre movie”). Yet others instruct the projectionist to keep an eye out for spectators pirating the film, while one intertitle registers a feeble protest against the censors: “In its original version, the film ended here, but the censorship demanded an optimistic ending as you are about to see.”

Systematically interspersed with these title cards are thirty-two excerpts from across the history of moving images, from Jules Janssen’s Passage de Vénus (1874) to Angus MacLane’s Lightyear (2022). Arranged more or less in chronology, these images often have a dialectical relationship to the intertitles, which, for their part, are presented in a reverse-chronological order, culminating in slides preceding magic lantern shows in the seventeenth century. This historical regression of the title cards goes not only against their anticipatory function and forward thrust within their respective films, but also against the increasingly slick, sophisticated images on display.

The Film You Are About to See cogently demonstrates the extent to which such title cards serve to fix the meaning and affect of the images, and to counter, as Roland Barthes put it, “the terror of uncertain signs.” Taken together, these paratexts attempt to tame the image and protect the audience, cautioning them about the kinds of violence that the images could subject them to: nausea, dizziness, motion sickness, temptation to vice, even moral outrage. One intertitle reproduces a notice that a theatre in Oklahoma had put up to alert the viewers of Lightyear about “scenes of gender ideology,” assuring them that a same-sex kiss will be fast-forwarded as soon as it appears on screen.

In this regard, the counter-chronological arrangement of intertitles and filmic excerpts also evokes regressing cultural attitudes to potentially disturbing films, the atavistic fear of the power of images. The disclaimers we see in the film have a striking resemblance to modern-day trigger warnings that seek to shield viewers from presumed psychic assaults. However, in its savvy assembly of ambiguous movie clips, Martinot’s film suggests that this is an ultimately futile enterprise, for images will always find a way to escape domestication and remain polysemous in the face of texts that seek to pin them down. In this and its fixation on the perverse detail, The Film You Are About to See comes across as a quintessential work about cinephilia, that illicit passion for smuggling personal significance into curated, tamed images.

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Observations on film art : Calm that camera!

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Succession (2023).

DB here:

Thanks to our Wisconsin Film Festival, Ken Kwapis paid us a visit. Director of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants and many other features, Ken also has experience directing TV, notably The Office. He’s a generous filmmaker, and he radiates enthusiasm for his vocation. I took the opportunity to talk with him about camera movement in contemporary media. He taught me a lot, and what I’ve come away with I share with you.

 

Camera ubiquity, with a vengeance

In the early silent era, fiction filmmakers around the world discovered what we might call camera ubiquity—the possibility that the camera could film its subject from any point in space. This resource was more evident in exterior filming than in a studio set, so early films often display a greater freedom of camera placement when the scene is shot on location.

At the same time, filmmakers began realizing the power of editing. This technique offered the possibility of cutting together two shots taken from radically different points in space. Yet an infinity of choices is threatening, and some filmmakers, mostly in the US, constrained their choices by confining the camera to only one side of the “axis of action,” the line connecting the major figures in the scene. Different shots could cut together smoothly if they were all taken from the same side of the 180-degree line. The result was the development of classical continuity editing. The director was expected to provide “coverage” of the basic story action from a variety of angles, but all from the same side of the line. Classical continuity was in force for American films by 1920 and was quickly adopted in other national cinemas.

The one-side-of-the-action constraint was encouraged by the fact that much filming of staged action took place on a set, designed according to the theatrical model. The camera side of the space was behind an invisible fourth wall, like that in proscenium theatre. To some extent directors compensated for the limitation on camera position by fluidly moving actors around the frame, from side to side and into depth or toward the viewer. Still, the “bias” in choosing setups was reinforced by the increasing weight of the camera in the sound era, which made it hard to maneuver within both interior and exterior settings. Camera movement in a more or less wraparound space was possible, but it was usually very difficult. It commonly required a dolly or crane on tracks to prevent bumps.

Technicolor filming, with its monstrously big camera units, reinforced the bias toward proscenium sets, 180-degree space, and a rigid camera. So did the postwar vogue for widescreen cinema. But in the 1950s filmmakers were also exploring the possibility of lighter, more flexible cameras. The body-braced cameras often produced bumpy, slightly disorienting images but yielded a more “immersive” space that gave the story action immediacy and spontaneity. By the early 1960s, handheld camerawork was being seen in both documentaries and fiction films. At the same time, fiction filmmakers were gravitating toward more location filming. In addition shooting on location with portable cameras promised greater savings on budgets, an attractive option for both independent and mainstream directors.

Handheld shooting was becoming more common in the 1970s, when its problems were overcome by the invention of the Steadicam, first displayed to audiences in Bound for Glory (1976). This stabilizer permits the operator to move smoothly through a space.

The new device was more than simply a substitute for a camera on a dolly and tracks. Ken pointed out to me that the Steadicam encouraged the increasing use of the walk-and-talk shot showing two or more characters striding toward a constantly retreating camera. This proved to be an efficient way of covering pages of dialogue. Beyond that, the Steadicam became an all-purpose camera for filming any sort of scene.

Over the same years, directors embraced multiple-camera shooting—originally aimed at handling complex stunts—for every scene, and they recruited A and B cameras, often mounted on Steadicams, for ordinary dialogue scenes. In most cases, the B camera was mounted alongside the A, but with the B camera in other spots there was a certain erosion of the axis of action. Now a conversation may be captured from a greater variety of angles than classical coverage would favor. Filmmakers have replaced 180-degree staging and shooting with what’s called 250-degree coverage. In The Way Hollywood Tells It  I drew an example from Homicide: Life on the Streets. A free approach to the axis of action is common today, as in this example from Succession (2023).

A rough sense of the axis of action is maintained, and there are matches on action, but our vantage “jumps the line” as well. Moreover, the camera is constantly moving within the shots. It’s panning to follow or reframe the characters, sometimes circling them or abruptly zooming, and always wavering a bit, as if trembling. What some Europeans call the “free camera” is very common nowadays, and Ken and I talked mostly about this creative option.

 

Eye candy

By now, many filmmakers have chosen to make nearly every shot display some camera movement independent of following moving characters.  This tactic was noted and recommended in a manual by Gil Bettman (First Time Director, 2003). (Readers of The Blog know of my fondness for manuals.) “To make it as a director in today’s film business, you must move your camera” (p. 54). The risk is making the audience more aware of the camerawork than of the story, so Bettman adds:

A good objective for any first time director would be to move his camera as much as possible to look as hip and MTV-wise as he can, right up to the point where the audience would actually take notice and say, ‘Look at that cool camera move.”

Like cinematographers in the classical tradition, Bettman declares that the camerawork should be “invisible” (p. 55). By now, you could argue, the predominance of camera movement has made it somewhat unnoticeable. Ordinary viewers have probably adapted to it.

One factor that aids the “invisibility” of camera moves is the speed of cutting. If the shots are short, the viewer registers the camera movement but probably doesn’t have time to notice whether it’s distracting or not. The effect of this isn’t restricted to action scenes. Even dialogue scenes may catch conversations up in a paroxysm of character reactions, camera movement, and swift editing. Creating these rapid-fire impressions, it seems to me, is what a lot of modern filmmaking seeks to do, at least since the early 2000s. It’s sometimes called “run and gun” shooting. Here’s an instance from The Shield (2003), with sixteen shots in less than a minute.

Arguably, Hill Street Blues (1981-1987) popularized this look for the police procedural genre, when DP Robert Butler urged his team to “Make it look messy.”

This sequence and the Succession passage points up another factor. Knowing that their films would ultimately be displayed on TV, some directors began “shooting for the box” by using tighter shots and closer views.  TV directors such as Jack Webb were already working in this vein of “intensified continuity,” and many others had started their careers in broadcast drama and accepted the impulse toward forceful technique. Television has long demanded that the image seize and hold viewers, likely sitting in living rooms and prey to many distractions. Fast cutting and constant camera movements keep the viewer’s eye engaged. No surprise, then, that our TV programs present a fusillade of images that make it hard to look away.

Constant camera movement has another benefit. Many camera movements tease us. The start of a shot suggests that the camera will bring us new information, so we must wait for the end. Filmmakers love a “reveal,” and even a small reframing can suggest the camera is probing for something new to see. By now, however, filmmakers can play with us and use camera movement to flirt with our attention: the shot can begin with a clear image but drift away to conceal the main subject. I first noticed this almost maddening stylistic tic in The Bourne Ultimatum (2007), but it crops up occasionally elsewhere. In one scene of The Shield (2006), the camera slides behind a character, finds nothing to see, and slides back.

The peekaboo reframing would seem to throw the viewer out of the story in just the way that worries Bettman. I’m inclined, though, to think that it is part of a general, and fairly recent, expansion of viewers’ tastes. Self-conscious technical virtuosity has long been an attraction of mainstream filmmaking, and audiences have responded with appreciation. Think of Busby Berkeley or Fred Astaire dance numbers, or the railroad junction scene in Gone with the Wind. I suspect that many members of today’s audiences now happily say, “Look at that cool camera move” and don’t mind being pulled out of the story. (I’d say, though, that they aren’t being pulled out of the film, but that’s matter for another blog entry.)

This tendency would accord with what Bettman calls the taste for eye candy. For him, this seems to consist of bursts of light or color, usually produced by camera movement. More generally, I think audiences would consider impressive sets, striking costumes, and good-looking people to be eye candy. And now, I suspect, flashy camera work counts as eye candy too. The case is obvious with the showboating following shots in Scorsese and De Palma, but I think it applies to the jagged, in-your-face techniques seen in run-and-gun sequences. Advocates of the silent film as a distinct art never tired of insisting that cinema was above all pictorial. “The time of the image has come!” thundered Abel Gance. It took a while, but now that people compete for bigger home screens we have to admit, for better or worse, that everybody acknowledges that film is a visual art.

 

Many flies on many walls

Most moving shots today don’t utilize the Steadicam, whose usage needs to be budgeted and scheduled separately. The run-and-gun look is well served by modern cameras designed to be handheld. DPs and operators know that a wavering, even rough shot is acceptable to most modern audiences, and filmmakers seem to assume that handheld images lend a documentary “fly-on-the-wall” immediacy to the scene. In addition, wayward pans, swish pans, and abrupt zooms are felt to enhance that sense that we’re seeing something immediate and authentic. (Flies are easily distracted.)

Problem is, this approach is far from what a real documentary film looks like. True, the individual images might be rough, but their relation to one another is quite different from those in a documentary. For one thing, they occupy positions that documentary shots can’t achieve. Shot B may be taken from a spot we’ve just seen to be empty in shot A, as in the sequence from Succession. As Ken put it, “There’s no such thing as a reverse angle in a documentary.” Or shot B may be taken from a very high or low angle, where a camera is unlikely to perch, as in this passage of The Shield (2007) which hangs the camera in space peering through a railing.

Sometimes shot B will represent the optical viewpoint of a character, which is unlikely in an unstaged documentary. Putting it awkwardly, the free-camera style achieves a greater degree of camera ubiquity than we can find in a standard documentary. (Years ago, I made this point in relation to The Office.)

For another thing, the flow of run-and-gun shots always captures the salient story points. A documentarist, with one or two cameras following an action, is still likely to miss something significant (and to cover the omission with elliptical editing and continuous sound). But the modern method offers its own rough-edged equivalent of classical coverage. The action remains comprehensible. Sometimes the camera will even wander off on its own to frame something the characters aren’t aware of, providing a modern equivalent of classical “omniscient” narration.

What we have, I think, is a modern variant of the one-point-per-shot mandate of traditional editing, but featuring shots of that evoke greater “rawness” than studio filming did. And maybe it’s not as modern as we think. Here’s a sequence from Faces (1968), complete with walk-and-talk, or rather stagger-and-talk, as well as camera ubiquity and matches on action that would be difficult in a documentary.

I’d argue that John Cassavetes, much admired by filmmakers who followed, supplied the prototype for today’s run-and-gun look. Admittedly, it’s been stepped up; I suggested in The Way Hollywood Tells It that intensified continuity has been further intensified.

 

Nervous energy

Intensified how? Apart from all the swishes and zooms and focus changes, some bells and whistles aim to enhance the sense of “energy” attributed to the style. The peekaboo framings I mentioned would be one instance. Here are some others.

The shot, distant or close, which simply trembles. Let’s call it the wobblecam. It suggests the handheld shot, but it’s brief and seems shaky just to evoke a sort of vague tension. Wobblecam shots are so common now that entire scenes are built out of them, as in the Succession clip.

The arc: In filming TV talk shows, how do you keep viewers glued to the screen? One option is what a 1970 manual calls the arc. Here the camera travels in a slow partial circle that refreshes the image gradually. The framing reveals constantly changing aspects of the panelists and is a nice change from master shot/ insert editing. I remember this as common in 1950s programs.

The “roundy-round” (thanks, Ken): This extends the arc to 360 degrees, circling around one or more characters, urging us to watch for bits of action or dialogue—usually timed for maximum visibility. It’s also used to convey a character at a loss, say mystified by which way to turn, or characters embracing (whoopee). The technique can be found sporadically before the 1990s, when it becomes quite common. Ken pointed out that the roundy-round was extensively used on E. R. to underscore time slipping away during life-and-death surgery.

The slider: The enhancement I find most distracting is the camera’s slow leftward or rightward drift while filming static action. Usually it’s a master shot, but it doesn’t have to be, and it can sometimes interrupt a series of close views. Unlike the wobblecam, this is more teasing because we’re used to such a shot revealing something. It doesn’t, but I think it holds out the promise and keeps us watching.

Writing The Classical Hollywood Cinema I came to realize that supply companies created lighting and camera devices designed to meet the developing needs of filmmakers. Thanks to Ken, I learn that this tradition continues. You can buy or rent gear that will enable arcs, roundy-rounds, and the slider (right). Both in technique and technology today’s Hollywood is a continuation of yesterday’s.

 

If a director constantly relies on camera movement, there’s no reason to object. The elegant moves of Ophuls or Mizoguchi or of McTiernan in Die Hard provide the sort of continuous engagement and ultimate pictorial payoffs that justify the technique. My examples illustrate more gratuitous camera moves, choices that “add energy” but once they’ve become conventional, seem wasteful. Usually, they reveal nothing and end up minimizing the power of a gradual reveal when it comes along.

But who am I to complain? Film styles change under production pressures and artistic inclinations. As a student of film history, I have to study what’s out there. Still, run-and-gun remains only one option. There are still lots of films and shows, like Tär and The Woman King and Barry, that rely on rigid camera setups and discreetly motivated movements. (Ken’s Dunston Checks In (1996), shown to an appreciative crowd at the festival, is a good example.) Another alternative is providing precise shot breakdowns that feature unusual “eye-candy” angles, as in Better Call Saul’s views from inside mailboxes and gas tanks. That trend constitutes another way to expand options within camera ubiquity. There are also the long-take films in which complicated camera moves preserve the patterns and emphases of classic continuity. (See the discussion of Birdman.) And then there’s the effort by Wes Anderson to go in the other direction, to submit to constraints far more severe than classical shooting—an austere refusal of camera ubiquity.

I must ask Ken about all these options too. Next time, I hope.


Thanks to Ken Kwapis, who enormously expanded my sense of the practical choices available to the filmmaker.

The TV production manual discussing the arcing shot is Colby Lewis, The TV Director/Interpreter (New York: Hastings, 1970), 131-132. Other mobile framings are reviewed in the same chapter.

For examples of filmmakers believing that the rough-edged style is like documentary shooting, see remarks on Succession in Zoe Mutter, “Fury in the Family,” British Cinematographer and Jason Hellerman, “How Does the ‘Succession’ Cinematography Accentuate the Story?” at No Film School. Butler’s comments on Hill Street Blues are quoted in Todd Gitlin, “’Make It Look Messy,’” American Film (September 1981) available here.

You can feel the thrill of silent-era creators and critics in realizing the possibility of camera ubiquity. Dziga-Vertov celebrated the power of the Kino-Eye to go anywhere, while Rudolf Arnheim saluted cinema’s ability to provide unusual angles that bring out expressive qualities of the world. What would they make of a shot like this below?

Better Call Saul (2015): Extremes of camera ubiquity.

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Comandante review – fun, if you ignore the voice in your head telling you it’s wrong | Venice film festival 2023

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Hollywood knows exactly how to play it when it comes to portraying a second world war German officer. Get an actor like Christoph Waltz, stick him in a Nazi uniform, and have him strangle a kitten for fun before the opening credits finish. But when it comes to Italian characters from the same period, you can sometimes sense some cultural confusion kicking in. Surely Italy is that nice place with the gnocchi and olive oil? Hard to imagine they were … fascists?

Comandante, the new film from Edoardo De Angelis, won’t do much to clarify that disconnect, even though it actually hails from Italy and might be expected to do a bit more soul-searching. Naval officer Salvatore Todaro (Pierfrancesco Favino) is very much the friendly face of the Italian war effort. Set for the most part aboard the submarine Comandante Cappellini in the early 1940s, it is a dramatisation of the sinking of the Kabalo, a Belgian ship carrying British war supplies, and the subsequent rescue of 26 shipwrecked Belgian mariners from a watery grave by Todaro and his crew.

Not that the Belgians are particularly grateful: two of them attempt to sabotage their saviours’ vessel while muttering darkly about fascists. In Todaro’s response to this incident, there’s the faint sense that the pair have reneged on a kind of gentlemen’s agreement, as if it’s the height of rudeness to attempt to take down an Axis powers’ submarine during wartime. Todaro is presented as a man so noble he almost seems to misunderstand how war is supposed to work. And perhaps he really was: rebuking a German officer who finds Todaro’s “hate the game, not the player” policy ludicrous, the man reportedly said: “I’m Italian, I have 2,000 years of civilisation behind me.” You can’t help but wonder as the credits roll and it becomes apparent that the film was made in collaboration with the Italian navy, who Comandante is for, and what its agenda is.

But if you’re prepared to ignore that boring little voice in your head that insists on whispering “is this film using a historical case study of one cuddly outlier to launder the wartime reputation of the Italian navy?”, there’s much to enjoy here. De Angelis offers some muscular film-making, with decent action sequences. Tableaux of Todaro’s homelife are rendered in the style of a faintly kitsch Dolce & Gabbana advert: you’re kicking back on an evening with a baby in a crib, your hot wife in pearls and a silk negligée plays the piano, a marble chess set casually set up in the corner. There’s a funny sequence where the Belgians teach the Italians how to make chips. It stops just short of having the submarine surface so the crew can play a game of football on the deck on Christmas Day, but it’s that kind of film.

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‘They Cloned Tyrone’ Is Quite The Ride

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“I Run This” is a weekly interview series that highlights Black women and femmes who do dope shit in entertainment and culture while creating visibility, access and empowerment for those who look like them. Read my Tia Mowry interview here.

This interview took place prior to the SAG-AFTRA union strike.

Teyonah Parris takes her hoop earrings off for a minute for a not-so-brief break at The Edition in Miami, Florida. She’s had a busy few days at the American Black Film Festival promoting her latest project, “They Cloned Tyrone,” which she stars alongside John Boyega and Jamie Foxx.

Every minute of “They Cloned Tyrone” is a ride. It blends and bends genres, taking from sci-fi, action, blaxploitation and comedy. The film follows a pimp, a sex worker and a drug dealer as they uncover a conspiracy to keep the hood and the Black folks residing there in perpetual ruin premiered opening night of the festival. It debuts on Netflix Friday and is in select theaters. The energy and laughs stayed consistent throughout the watch, with the audience showing a bit of extra love when Foxx, also an executive producer, had a special moment on screen.

It was an “exhilarating” moment for Parris, 35, because it was her first time seeing it with an audience. And as a new mom, this was also her first press run away from her daughter.

“I’m very grateful for this being the space that I was able to do it,” she said.

A Juilliard graduate, Parris boasts critically acclaimed titles under her belt, including “If Beale Street Could Talk,” “WandaVision″ and “Dear White People.” With “They Cloned Tyrone,” Parris said the script, written by director Juel Taylor and Tony Rettenmaier, stood out to her. It didn’t hurt that the film occupies several lanes, giving the actors ample room to play.

“You have sci-fi, you have mystery, comedy, horror, all of it — it’s challenging. But it’s also freeing because you’re not really tethered to boundaries. You can break them,” the actor said. “It’s Juel’s job to figure out where we have to stay inside, what those boundaries may be, but we really got to create our own. It’s Juel’s job to figure out where we have to stay inside, what those boundaries may be, but we really got to create our own.”

The actor sits at a table in the hotel suite across from me with gentle strength. One that she brings to her character, Yo-Yo, in the film. Yo-Yo is the group’s backbone, keeping Boyega and Foxx’s characters grounded in their mission to take down an underground government-backed lab experimenting on Black people. Parris knows she’s not the hero folks expect, but there’s more than enough room to stretch beyond the traditional suit and cape.

“Even though these start off as stereotypical characters, they evolve into fully fledged, thought-about characters that we get to go into their journeys with,” Parris said. “They didn’t just make Yo-Yo a one-dimensional character. We got to follow her and watch her evolve. Our initial assumptions of who she is are quickly broken down when you realize she is smart, she is determined and she really is truly the one who mobilizes these men to fall in line.”

For “I Run This,” Parris discusses breaking stereotypes with her character, going toe to toe with Jamie Foxx, and her role in the forthcoming “The Marvels.”

Teyonah Parris as Yo-Yo in "They Cloned Tyrone."

How did you get involved in this project? What initially excited you about the script?

I read this script in 2018. When I read it, I knew I wanted to be in this film. Then I met Juel [Taylor] and Tony [Rettenmaier], and I was like, “Look, I’m going to be on y’all ass. I like this role.” It’s very few and far between when you see a script that makes you laugh and keeps you turning the page so quickly right off the bat when it’s sent to you. A lot of things you have to work on, you figure it out, with this, as soon as I read it, I was like, I’ve got to get this part. And then I wanted to work with Juel. He’s a first-time director. He’s such a dope, creative and so smart and imaginative. Once I spoke to him, I was like, “I need to do this.”

I auditioned, I think, a couple of times. I think it was a couple of years before anything actually materialized, but I’m so grateful that it did. Just the way we became a family so quickly on the set between myself, John and Jamie ― it just felt good. Also, the crew and the creatives had a good time.

“They Cloned Tyrone” is expansive and imaginative. How were you all able to lean into that and play with your own imagination on set?

Well, I think what’s exciting about this film is that we throw up so many different genres. You have comedy, horror, satire, thriller, sci-fi ― and so there really are no boundaries. We did get to use our imagination and create our own world, pulling from so many different, not only genres but time periods. It’s like, what time period does this really happen? It feels like ’70s blaxploitation, but then you have very modern elements in the film that you’re like, “Well, that’s clearly today.” The same as where this place is. It could be anywhere in a community that has been pushed to the side and ignored, so anywhere in the world. Dealing with the film as an allegory to real-life situations, even though it’s fictional, things are so closely tied and intertwined.

Yo-Yo is such a multidimensional character and truly the hero in this film. How did you channel her? What characteristics does Yo-Yo have that you see in yourself?

In Yo-Yo, I feel that she’s really ambitious. I feel that she has a big heart and really cares about those around her. Like many of us, she has hopes and dreams, some that she’s accomplished and some where she’s miserably failed, but she owns it. I think that I share a lot of those traits with Yo-Yo. Like it is what it is, and I’m doing the best I can with what I got, as Miss [Mariah] Carey said.

I think what’s great is that what Juel and Tony did with it is they didn’t. Even though these start off as stereotypical characters, they evolve into fully fledged, thought-about characters that we get to go into their journeys with. They didn’t just make Yo-Yo a one-dimensional character. We got to follow her and watch her evolve. Our initial assumptions of who she is are quickly broken down when you realize she is smart, she is determined and she really is truly the one who mobilizes these men to fall in line and just follow me. I’ll figure this out. I just need some muscle. I can take them, and I will try, but at this point, what I really need for y’all to do is support.

We see them eventually do that. I would definitely say that Yo-Yo saves the day, but she doesn’t do it alone. Ultimately that’s what I think we as Black women want, is that support. We are very much capable and can do many things, and we’re happy to do it when we have that support. With that support, there’s just so much more we can do together. I do think that’s beautiful, and I think that’s represented beautifully in the script.

From Left: Jamie Foxx as Slick Charles, Teyonah Parris as Yo-Yo and John Boyega as Fontaine in "They Cloned Tyrone."
From Left: Jamie Foxx as Slick Charles, Teyonah Parris as Yo-Yo and John Boyega as Fontaine in "They Cloned Tyrone."

The banter between you and Jamie Foxx is a hilarious highlight. I never knew I needed to see you two opposite of each other until it happened. How much of that was improv, and how much was scripted? What was it like going back and forth with him?

A lot of it was scripted, and then Jamie would do Jamie, the legend. I just tried to keep up, and it was fun. Our first scene we filmed, I was so incredibly nervous. I had so much to say, and I hadn’t worked with him or rehearsed with Jamie. I showed up on set, and it was go time, and I’m like, “Oh, Teyonah, just pull it together.” Also, it’s Jamie Foxx. I’m standing in front of Jamie Foxx, going toe to toe with Jamie, someone I’ve admired for years. I’m thinking about it. It’s giving me anxiety.

He was so kind and open and just a supportive scene partner. He wasn’t giving me a reason to freak out. It was just a complete film nerd, theater nerd-like vibe. That’s when the training kicks in because it’s like it is not about me. It is about what my character needs and wants. Get it together, girl. That was intense. It was just a lot to say, like logistically, to get out and tell this story and all the movement. There’s a scene when Jamie says, “Shut up, Yo-Yo, before you pass out from losing your breath,” whatever it is, it was so funny. I think there’s a take where I laughed because he was right. I was literally on the verge of passing out. I was so nervous and excited. He was very right. That was an improv ― he’s just so intuitive and just picks up on what people are doing and giving.

We’re going to see you in “The Marvels” in November. What will we see from your character, Monica Rambeau? Do you think we’ll get to see even more from her in the MCU down the line?

I love Monica Rambeau. She’s great. She’s such a baddie, and it’s been great to have the opportunity to play her. I’m definitely open to exploring her story further, be it in film or in television or whatever medium we might be able to do. It’s just so many stories to tell here.

I am excited that Monica’s story and her being the first Black female super-powered superhero in the MCU is going to come soon. We get to see that. We get to get behind that and be excited for that and keep pushing for more, more representation, more stories being told from characters that we don’t always get to see.

It feels like there’s a through line in all of the characters that you’ve portrayed on screen where you channel a sense of both strength and tenderness. I’m wondering if that has to do with how you choose your roles. What goes into that?

I think when I look for projects to be a part of or certain characters, what’s interesting to me is mess, flaws and people who don’t have it all together but are just trying to figure it out. Because I am a Black woman, the characters I play are Black women. I think a lot of those women or Black women in this case, these particular people, there is a strength there.

We all know through just going through life that there’s also a vulnerability and a tenderness that we want to come out of, but we’re not always given safe spaces to allow it to come out. Finding those moments in film or in television, in these characters, I should say, is important to me because that is a part of how I walk in the world. I think in these characters that there’s a bit of that as well and that we’re not just walking around strong all doggone day. Sometimes we have to, but we don’t mean we want to. That’s important to me to show a full 360 of who we are as human beings.

Is there a character or role that you want to play that you haven’t yet?

I want to do a rom-com again. I want to be a part of putting into the universe or further putting into the universe the messiness of who we are as human beings, as Black women, in the sense of you can heal from it, you can be loved, you can be soft, and you can be cared for. I want to see that on screen. I want to be a part of something that helps tell that story.

What impact do you hope to leave on Hollywood?

I think with all the projects I do, I try to find stuff that I try to gravitate toward, projects that have something to say, that have a strong point of view, a strong opinion. Whether I agree with it or not, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist and that that person’s story doesn’t deserve to be told. I hope that when people look at my work, they say, “Wow, she really has done a service to us in telling so many different types of stories and showing that the diaspora runs deep and that our experiences within the diaspora are so varied and nuanced, and there’s room for us to see stories that don’t look like our own.” That they appreciate the heart that I’ve put into telling these stories.

This interview has been edited for brevity and clarity.



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Nicholas Hitchon, Who Aged 7 Years at a Time in ‘Up’ Films, Dies at 65

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Nicholas Hitchon, whose life was chronicled in the acclaimed “Up” series of British documentaries, beginning when he was a boy in the English countryside in 1964 and continuing through the decades as he grew to become a researcher and professor at the University of Wisconsin, died on July 23 in Madison, Wis. He was 65.

A posting on the university’s website announced his death, from throat cancer. In the most recent installment of the series, “63 Up,” in 2019, he described his struggles with the disease.

Professor Hitchon was a student in a one-room primary school in Littondale, north of Manchester, when a researcher working on a Granada Television project came looking for a 7-year-old willing to participate in what was originally viewed as a one-shot TV special. Young Nick was only 6, but he was talkative and unintimidated by cameras, so he was signed up as one of 14 youngsters to be profiled.

The idea was to get a cross-section of children from Britain’s economic classes, look at their schooling and other experiences and capture their perspectives on the adult world. Nick represented the rural child. He endeared himself to that original television audience with his response to an interviewer who, clearly fishing for cuteness, asked, “Do you have a girlfriend?”

“I don’t want to answer that,” Nick said. “I don’t answer those kind of questions.”

The 1964 film, a simple effort titled “Seven Up!,” directed by Paul Almond, began to transform into documentary greatness when one of his researchers, Michael Apted, picked up the thread at the end of the decade and made a follow-up, “7 Plus Seven,” interviewing the same children.

Mr. Apted, who died in 2019 at 79, directed that and all the subsequent installments, which were made at seven-year intervals. They became a fascinating portrait of ordinary people growing up, changing and reflecting on their lives.

“What I had seen as a significant statement about the English class system was in fact a humanistic document about the real issues of life,” Mr. Apted wrote in 2000.

Over the years, Professor Hitchon expressed both admiration for what the series was accomplishing and discomfort with being a part of it and with the way it was edited.

“I’ve learnt that the stupider the thing I say, the more likely it is to get in,” he told The Independent of Britain in 2012, when “56 Up” was released. “You’re asked to discuss every intimate part of your life. You feel like you’re just a specimen pinned on the board. It’s totally dehumanizing.”

He also thought the filmmakers had a tendency to play up stereotypes of British society, something he said he felt even as a boy in the early installments, when crew members would chase sheep into the camera’s view while filming him.

“These people thought that I was all about sheep,” he told The Chronicle of Higher Education in 2005. “I’m quite fond of sheep, but I was more interested in other things.”

If the series seemed too intent on demonstrating that economic class was a determining factor throughout life, Professor Hitchon — who went from a one-room rural schoolhouse to a Ph.D. and a life of academic accomplishment — proved to be an exception.

“He’s one of the success stories,” Mr. Apted told the education journal in 2005.

William Nicholas Guy Hitchon was born on Oct. 22, 1957, to Guy and Iona (Hall) Hitchon, who had a farm in Littondale. He studied physics at Oxford University, earning a bachelor’s degree there in 1978, a master’s in 1979 and a Ph.D. in engineering science in 1981. Soon after, he left for the United States to teach at the University of Wisconsin, a move that he thought “28 Up” (1984) had wrongly portrayed as abandoning his home country in pursuit of money.

“He took us out to West Towne” — a Madison mall — “and had us walk around over and over again,” Professor Hitchon told The Capital Times of Madison in 1987, speaking of Mr. Apted. “Then he did a voice-over where he talked about that I’d come to America for a salary of $30,000.”

Professor Hitchon pursued research on nuclear fusion, then switched to computational plasma physics. Once in a while, Mr. Apted would ask him about his work.

“When I try to explain,” Professor Hitchon told Physics Today in 2000, “his eyes glaze over.”

He published more than 100 journal articles and three books, the university’s posting said. He retired in 2022.

His first marriage, to Jacqueline Bush, ended in divorce. He married C. Cryss Brunner in 2001. She survives him, along with a son from his first marriage, Adam; and two brothers, Andrew and Chris.

If Professor Hitchon was sometimes uncomfortable with the “Up” project, he stuck with it, while a few of the other original participants dropped out. In “42 Up” (1998), he even joked about its role in his life.

“My ambition as a scientist is to be more famous for doing science than for being in this film,” he told Mr. Apted on camera. “Unfortunately, Michael, it’s not going to happen.”

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When the Waves Are Gone (2022)

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Filipino auteur Lav Diaz’s reputation as the maker of extremely long, austere films in black-and-white may have unfortunately clouded the degree to which his work remains intellectually and emotionally accessible. While it is true that Diaz privileges a detached, master-shot aesthetic, with little camera movement and musical score, he remains a filmmaker firmly committed to clear narrative lines and character motivations. Despite his unmistakable personal style, his films consistently grapple with established film genres, freely adapting conventions from crime movies, melodramas, sci-fi, political thrillers and even musicals.

Diaz’s latest opus When the Waves Are Gone (Kapag Wala Nang Mga Alon), which premiered at the Venice Film Festival last year, borrows equally from film noir and the Western, recounting the fated encounter of two violent men with a score to settle. Wracked with guilt over his involvement in the government’s murderous anti-drug campaign, top cop Hermes Papauran (John Lloyd Cruz, in his fifth feature with Diaz), begins to lose grip on his well-being and family life. His body develops severe psoriasis, prompting him to head for the salubrious coastal clime of his native village. In Hermes’ autoimmune disorder, Diaz finds an apt metaphor for a system determined to attack the very thing it is supposed to protect. Yet it is an unnerving, puritanical association that views physical illness as the offshoot of moral rot.

Released from prison, meanwhile, ex-sergeant Supremo Macabantay (Diaz’s regular collaborator Ronnie Lazaro) sets out to hunt down Hermes, who was once his protégé at the police academy and who had him arrested for corruption. As is often the case in Diaz’s films, this antagonist proves the more interesting character. A political assassin who is also an evangelist, Supremo commands the best passages of the film, such as the darkly humorous episodes where he coerces a boatman to jump overboard for baptism or when he brings a young sex worker to his hotel room, only to have her kneel and pray.

For the most part, Waves interweaves their stories, with Hermes and Supremo biding their time at their respective hideouts before their eventual high noon, which arrives in the shape of a ritual showdown by the sea. Alternating between towns and villages, indoors and outdoors, the film combines significant narrative ellipses with expansive slabs of real-time action, all helping impart a dynamic rhythm to the proceedings.

Waves is of a piece with Diaz’s permanent examination of his country’s embattled moral conscience, but the address is more direct than ever, the tone more despondent. The result is a passionate (if somewhat melodramatic) philippic against a nation that seems doomed to cycles of enslavement and oppression.

 

[First published in Sight&Sound]

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Observations on film art : Another dispatch from Ennui-sur-Blasé

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DB here:

Hardcore Wes Anderson admirers will be happy to learn of the latest entry in the series of massive auteur monographs devoted to the work of the director. After a synoptic volume, The Wes Anderson Collection, there followed one devoted to The Grand Budapest Hotel and another to Isle of Dogs. Now we have one on The French Dispatch of the Liberty, Kansas Evening Sun. Delayed a bit by Covid, it emerges as just as splendid as its predecessors.ƒteem

Matt Zoller Seitz, impresario of the series, has compiled all the materials we’ve come to expect. There are the usual frolicsome illustrations by Max Dalton. We get to roam through production documents, sketches, storyboards, and interviews with participants, including extras and peripheral contributors. Anderson’s appetite for material is endless, so we learn of layers of citations, shout-outs, and subterranean influences. Binding it all is Seitz’s commentary, both a narrative of the project’s development and an ongoing conversation with Anderson himself.

Seitz is not only a dynamic critic but an imaginative book-maker, with daring conceptions of design and illustration. His gifts are apparent not only in this series but in his nearly phantasmagoric compendium on Oliver Stone and in his more austere but no less forceful The Deadwood Bible. The Anderson enterprise began as a website, and each book has the centrifugal energy of a nest of hyperlinks, with new bits piling onto a single page.

Seitzian ingenuity also emerges in clever ways to evoke, if only as riffs, the obsessive, occasionally silly whimsy that drives the director and his characters. The first book in the series provided a word count for each chapter; the Grand Budapest Hotel volume assigns contributors the role of concierges (“The Society of the Crossed Pens”). In the spirit of a movie about a magazine, The French Dispatch entry includes a magazine, Fondu enchaîné (“Dissolve”). In this English-language feast of cinephilia several critics provide close considerations of the film. (Full disclosure: I’m one of those critics.) The expansive range of these essays nicely miniaturizes the whole book’s urge to explore anything, no matter how remote, that can illuminate the film and Anderson’s creative process.

In all, it’s a collection that I think will delight any Anderson admirer. It teems with the same energy that has animated his body of work for twenty-five years and counting. How fast that time has gone!


Thanks to Ben Adler for all his help on this and other projects.

Full disclosure #2: Matt has kindly co-dedicated the book to Kristin and me. We accept it with gratitude from a generous friend.

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Vacation Friends 2 review – painfully unfunny comedy sequel | Comedy films

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Tossed into the stream during the second summer of Covid, Vacation Friends was a throwback to the kind of big, bright studio comedy that doesn’t get made as much any more. It wasn’t anywhere near as entertaining as it should or could have been (think more Couples Retreat than Forgetting Sarah Marshall) but it was a hit for Hulu, scoring a record-breaking opening weekend, and showing that while audiences still might be reticent to rush out to one of these movies on the big screen (the summer has proved to be another rough one for theatrically released comedies), a low-stakes home-watch is an easier yes.

While Vacation Friends 2 might then make commercial sense, it’s not something that carries any creative reasoning to it, comedy sequels historically struggling to find ways to justify their own existence, repetition trumping reinvention. The bar was low after the first, a half-assed waste of actors who deserve better, but the sequel is somehow even worse, a maddeningly unfunny string of bad decisions, the worst of which was deciding to make it in the first place.

In the original, the Silicon Valley co-showrunner Clay Tarver (who also co-wrote 2001’s hugely entertaining and hugely underrated thriller Joy Ride) had the loose semblance of an interesting set-up, exploring the tenuous friendships many of us make on holiday when options are limited and inhibitions are loosened, the lighter flipside of another vastly underappreciated thriller, 2009’s A Perfect Getaway. But by playing everything at an 11 when a seven would do, it became impossible to believe a shred of it, the film never smart enough to explain why a strait-laced couple (played by Lil Rel Howery and Yvonne Orji) would continue to allow a wild criminal couple (played by John Cena and Meredith Hagner) to destroy their precious time away.

It’s therefore even harder to understand why the couples would find themselves on a another vacation together in the sequel, this time deliberately, and so every predictably far-fetched scrape they’re then forced into becomes even more alienating than the last. No one is ever anything more than a crude cartoon character moved like chess pieces through a procession of wacky happenings followed by eye-rolls followed by shouting, none of it making the slightest bit of sense (characters change motivation and often personality from scene-to-scene), something that would matter less if any of it were remotely funny. But it’s a film entirely devoid of jokes that land, Tarver choosing to distract from his laugh-free one-liners with dizzying chaos. It’s a creaky, 00s sitcom expanded to a movie, the actors almost waiting for studio laughter to follow their labored jokes.

The work subplot (involving Howery’s plan to win a hotel contract) and the action one (involving Steve Buscemi as Hagner’s ex-con father involved in some nefarious local crime deals) are written in such broad strokes and presented so hammily that one would be tempted to think this was a movie for children, waiting for a talking dog to centre the action, but instead it’s an R-rated comedy that treats its audience as if they were children instead. Even the cast, who tried to overcome the rotten script of the original, are drowning here with Hagner’s often incredibly funny shtick (utilised far better this summer in Joy Ride – no relation to the 2001 film) and Howery’s charming buttoned-up everyman persona both wearing thin.

It’s all as lazy and unfocused as the majority of viewers who’ll end up double-screening it, never once demanding more than the smallest amount of our attention. Because if those involved don’t seem bothered about the film they’re making, then why should we be?

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‘Spider-Man: Lotus’ Sets Off Debate About Fan Films

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In 2020, Gavin J. Konop, a high school junior in Rancho Cucamonga, Calif., was going through a rough patch in life — his grades were dipping, and his friendships strained — so he decided to create a film about his favorite superhero: Spider-Man.

Drawing on various comics, he wanted to tell an emotional story of Spider-Man grappling with personal failure and self-doubt, a tale that would parallel his own problems as a teenager.

This month, Konop’s “Spider-Man: Lotus,” made for $112,000 through crowdfunding, debuted on YouTube after a red-carpet premiere in Los Angeles. It has received about 3.5 million views, but it has also become mired in controversy after screenshots surfaced on social media showing racist texts sent by Konop and the lead actor.

Between the comparatively large budget and the texts controversy, “Lotus” has gone viral, and the resulting attention has caused a rift among makers of Spider-Man fan films. These creators, overwhelmingly young men, have uploaded thousands of videos in which their beloved web-slinger swings through New York City and swoops down on bad guys outside the confines of the official movie franchises.

“When you look up Spider-Man fan films on YouTube and just hit enter, you’ll be scrolling for days,” said Samuel Flatman, 29, who has made several of the videos.

For years, all it took to make one was a cheap camera and a simple plot. “You just find a small downtown area, go into the alleyway and beat up a couple of your friends. And then you got a Spider-Man movie,” said Heath Gleason, a 27-year-old creator from Georgia.

Now, with a relatively monster budget and a cast and crew of more than 150, “Lotus” has redefined what a Spider-Man fan film can be. Some creators have welcomed the development. Others say “Lotus” has undermined the experience.

“These kids are going to go from saying, ‘I can just pick up a camera and make a Spider-Man fan film’ to ‘I now have to compete in a fictional market of all of these other fan films that people have made, I’m going to have to make something equally as compelling, and I'm going to have to raise thousands of dollars to do it,’” Gleason said. “And it’s antithetical to what a fan film is. It’s a passion project. It’s a labor of love. And money really isn’t the most important part.”

Talk to anyone in the community, and they’ll probably mention two of the best-known Spider-Man fan films: “The Green Goblin’s Last Stand” (1992) for which its creator, Dan Poole, tied himself to a building’s fire escape and swung around; and “Peter’s Web” (2011) by Roger King.

These grainy videos feature costumes that look as if they were cobbled together from a child’s closet. But they, along with Joey Lever’s 2014 “Spider-Man: Lost Cause,” have inspired young filmmakers to don the red-and-blue suit themselves and mimic their hero, known to mainstream fans as the alter ego of Peter Parker, who acquired superpowers after a radioactive spider bite.

“At our core, we’re just people who got bitten by the bug, no pun intended,” Gleason said. “We literally just wanted to see ourselves in the Spider-Man suit, or we really wanted to tell a cool story with Spider-Man and we did everything within our power to make that happen.”

In the past decade, thousands of young creators have posted their takes, making them a global phenomenon. Fans from different countries often add flair to their costumes. For example, Spider-Man India wears a hoodie and a British Spider-Man has white stripes.

“It has a reach that I could not even imagine or put into words,” said Nero Omar, a 19-year-old visual effects artist from Singapore. He worked briefly on “Lotus” and now freelances for various Spider-Man projects. “It feels like a very niche community, but when you post your work, you’re sharing it to everyone.”

There are fan films for other superheroes, like Superman and Batman. But part of the appeal of Spider-Man is his universality. Unlike the billionaire Bruce Wayne or the otherworldly Superman, Peter Parker started life as an ordinary person.

“Anyone can fit in that mask. You could be any color, any gender,” Lever said. “The whole point of Spider-Man is that he’s in a uniform that covers your whole body.”

Even though many of these videos may be copyright violations, major movie studios often avoid cracking down because they aren’t worried about the competition and don’t want to deter loyal fans, said James Boyle, a law professor at Duke University.

Representatives from Sony Pictures Entertainment did not respond to requests for comment. A representative for Jon Watts, the director of the latest live-action Spider-Man trilogy, declined to comment.

Many of the young men behind these projects see this as a chance to embark on a career in movies.

That was true for Konop, now 20, who is majoring in English at the University of California, Riverside, and wants to pursue filmmaking full-time after graduating.

Originally, Konop conceived “Lotus” as a small-scale passion project with a budget of about $20,000. He quickly exceeded that after posting it on the crowdfunding site Indiegogo in 2021, and when he released the first trailer that year, contributions skyrocketed to more than $100,000.

After finding performers through a mix of social media and auditions, Konop filmed for a few months in 2021 in New York City and Arkansas, where much of the cast is from. It was his first time away from his parents, he said.

The film features some tropes of the genre — Spider-Man beating up bad guys or perched on a skyscraper in New York — but it is more drama than action flick, a portrayal of a shattered hero in anguish over the death of Gwen Stacy.

In June 2022, about a year before the movie’s release, a Twitter user named Thunder shared screenshots that showed Warden Wayne, the 23-year-old actor who plays the superhero in “Lotus,” sending texts containing racial slurs. A couple of days later, a Twitter user named Berk circulated screenshots showing texts in which Konop used racial and homophobic slurs.

In response, the film’s five-person visual effects team, including Omar, quit. Dozens of contributors on Indiegogo asked for refunds and for their names to be removed from the film credits. (The credits have not been removed.)

“Even though he had done that as a kid, he tainted the project,” Omar said of Konop. “He still had to be held accountable for his actions.”

In an interview with The New York Times, Wayne said that the texts were sent when he was a teenager being home-schooled in a conservative Christian environment and that they were examples of ignorance, not racism.

“I was in a bubble, where I wasn’t aware of how serious it was for me to say these things or these words,” Wayne said in an apology posted online at the time. “My ideas of right and wrong were skewed.”

Konop, who apologized online when the screenshots appeared, said in an interview with The New York Times, “I was part of these communities of teenagers and people who didn’t really fit in who were saying explicit things to get attention.” He added that he was socially awkward at 14 or 15 years old and that he had “retreated to these communities where there were these kinds of people in the corners of the internet that you don’t want to look into.”

By the time he turned 16, he said, he had left those communities and began changing how he thought and talked.

Justin Hargrove, who plays a villain in “Lotus” and was one of the few Black actors involved, said in an interview that he had no problems with prejudice during production.

“I know what it’s like to experience racism, actual racism, and I know what it’s like to experience ignorance, and I didn’t experience either of those two when I was on set,” he said. “But I think what happened was just pure ignorance.”

“Lotus” continues to be the subject of withering criticism online for the texts, but also for the project itself, leaving some fans divided about what a Spider-Man project should be. Is the goal to make a high-budget, high-profile video? Or were the relative obscurity and poor production values part of the point?

“Either we try and do what ‘Lotus’ did and get a budget, or we stick to what we’ve built and try and create something without, which is the hardest thing in the world,” said Lever, who made “Lost Cause” for about 400 pounds (or about $510 today). Half of his budget went to creating the suit.

“You can’t just get 100,000 pounds and make a film,” he added. “You need to learn your craft, you need to make them shoestring budget films so you can learn the tips and tricks,” he said.

For Gleason, it’s worrying that “Lotus” is many viewers’ introduction to the world of Spider-Man fan films.

He said it’s a world that should have remained obscure.

“We’re weirdos,” he said. “We run around in skintight spandex and record it and pretend were some kind of sanctioned Marvel production.”



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Showcase: Cocrunda 0.5mg (Agrima, 2021)

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[Part of Curator’s Corner, a section dedicated to showcasing work of emerging and marginal filmmakers. See here for details.]

Formally trained in cinematography, 28-year-old Agrima (aka Ajrul) is an independent filmmaker from Karnal, Haryana, in Northern India. Besides smaller exercise films, Agrima has made two shorts so far — 2019’s Jee Ka Janjaal: The Prominence of the Unseen and 2021’s Cocrunda 0.5mg (TV iv OTT) — both of which seem to me to be concentrated explorations of feelings of disgust and repulsion; the bibhatsa rasa as Indian aesthetic theory has it. They are both highly subjective works reflecting psychological states dominated by these sentiments. Disorder, decrepit rooms, dead and decaying animals, leftover food, bodily emanations, diseases, caustic colours, high-strung sound effects are some of the prominent elements of the films.

Agrima recalls having watched Emir Kusturica’s Underground (1995) and Black Cat, White Cat (1998) as a child. “I remember I was really fascinated by how deeply chaotic it was,” she adds. Viewing theatrical and film adaptations of Ghashiram Kotwal and Oedipus Rex one after the other while a student of English literature in New Delhi initiated her into a more formal understanding of the two mediums. Further influences came in the form of John Carpenter’s They Live (1988), Harmony Korine’s Gummo (1997), Pankaj Advani’s Urf Professor (2001) and, most importantly, Sion Sono’s Love Exposure (2008).

The seven-minute Jee Ka Janjaal was a direction assignment at film school. “I was still inexperienced to instruct a crew,” says Agrima. “So I ended up doing almost everything myself.” The film begins like a parody of true-crime TV shows, with the camera hovering over a disorderly, nearly unlivable hostel room – a veritable compendium of aforesaid elements. The protagonist (Snigdha) is seated deflated on the floor, surrounded by lizards, a lit cigarette dangling from her mouth. She is sweaty, her breath short and rapid, like that of a reptile. Shortly after, a mute “lizard man” (Varshney) creeps over her on a couch, running his hands under her clothes, causing her to throw up. Unable to confront him, she watches the man defile a doll and suddenly finds herself afflicted with mysterious skin lesions. Her trip to the hospital, however, proves even more traumatic.

Jee Ka Janjaal is ostensibly a personal work born of a sense of vulnerability. “At film school, I was for the longest time feeling isolated,” notes Agrima. “I also had some strife with how things were going on at the school. So I isolated myself. After living alone for a long time with just lizards in my room, I somehow came up with this afternoon reverie of a girl who was thinking of disgust in terms of body fluids, men, sexual activity and all of those things.” A sense of loathing pervades Jee Ka Janjaal, but it is primarily located in male bodies—the lizard man, the doctor’s bobbing Adam’s apple, the compounder’s unusual features—which gives a pointedly sexual dimension to the protagonist’s revulsion.

Cocrunda, in that regard, exercises greater control over its material, sublimating the feeling of repulsion in bodily humour. The threat of contamination is generalized, scattered across characters in this film, which features two oddball schoolteachers and their preteen vlogger daughter named Ozu (G. Maa Hei). In fact, this home-movie turned psychedelic-comedy opens with an exogenous menace. After Romanchitt (V. Armaan), the dubious newspaper guy, gives brash, unsolicited feedback on Ozu’s recent video, we see him lick the day’s edition and toss it into Ozu’s home. This original, biological and psychological invasion of the household gives rise to a series of others: a cockroach that slithers up the kitchen table, the pills that Mother keeps swallowing, the marundas, or sweet rice balls, that Father chomps down despite his diabetes and finally the TV news that suffuses the air with manufactured emergencies.

As her parents go through their routine in a drug-fuelled haze, Ozu films them with her phone camera, turning her life into the film we are watching. Ozu herself is on medication for her mood swings, which may partly explain the distorted nature of the events we see in the film, shot from up close in a warped perspective. A standoff eventually ensues between the three family members, each blackmailing the other with withdrawal of their preferred poison. “Everybody in the film is my family, except for the little girl,” says Agrima. “This is the second time I’ve shot this film. I shot the first version with a niece of mine. She abandoned the film after three days because of the cockroaches. So I had to audition for the role of the girl.”

Queasy-making and possibly anxiety-inducing, Cocrunda obliquely taps into the amorphous dread of life under lockdown in its evocation of different kinds of contamination: viral infection, food poisoning, drug overdose, invasive surgery, media manipulation and the danger of a young girl ‘exposing’ herself to the world through her videos. Instead of locating this dread in particular objects and people, Cocrunda displaces it from one tactile image to the next, thanks to an unnerving chain of subconscious associations: a dead rat, Romanchitt licking the newspaper, Father turning the pages of the said newspaper by licking his fingers; Mother using a pest repellent to protect Ozu, who crushes her tablets to make them look like the pest repellent, which in turn comes to look like cocaine; Father eating marundas, an organ extraction that resembles pest control, Father eating parathas and so on. Given that several of these images involve oral ingestion of some kind, Cocrunda has the power to induce a visceral response in the viewer. Judge for yourself!

 

Bio

Agrima, 28, is an independent short film director, a trained cinematographer and a mixed-media visual artist from Karnal, Haryana. She has done her Masters of English Literature course from Miranda House, Delhi University, and a Post-Graduate Diploma in Film and Digital Cinematography from Satyajit Ray Film and Television Institute, Kolkata. Having fashioned her sensibilities through a diverse range of media, her approach to filmmaking is utterly interdisciplinary. Her formal preoccupations with language, literature and cinema, her spiritual connections to what is considered ‘trash’ for most archives and her phenomeno-political understanding of the world are important to her filmmaking.

Contact

agrima1445[at]gmail[dot]com | Instagram

Filmography

  • (it)Selfie, 2018, 4 min., digital
  • Tumi Keno Chole Gele Debanjan, 2018, 2 min., digital
  • Jee ka Janjaal: The Prominence of the Unseen, 2019, 7 min., digital
  • Cocrunda 0.5mg (TV iv OTT), 2021, 10 min., digital
  • Chronicles of Kanchan and Yunga, 2022, 2:06 min., film

Showcase

Cocrunda 0.5mg (TV iv OTT) (2021)

[embed]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cB-pp9EUKME[/embed]

Jee ka Janjaal: The Prominence of the Unseen (2019)

[embed]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jKiib_GyU80[/embed]



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