45th New York Film Festival 45th New York Film Festival Drake Stutesman Framework: The Journal of Cinema and Media, Volume 49, Number 1, Spring 2008, pp. 165-167 (Article) Published by Wayne State University Press DOI: For additional information about this article [ This content has been declared free to read by the pubisher during the COVID-19 pandemic. ] https://doi.org/10.1353/frm.0.0015 https://muse.jhu.edu/article/252639 https://doi.org/10.1353/frm.0.0015 https://muse.jhu.edu/article/252639 The 45th New York Film Festival had a strong selection from illustrious directors: Sidney Lumet, Béla Tarr, Alexander Sokurov, Catherine Breil- lat, Claude Chabrol, Eric Rohmer, Brian De Palma, Hou Hsiao-hsien, Jia Zhangke, John Landis, Wes Ander- son, Todd Haynes, Gus Van Sant, and the Cohens, among many others, all showed new work. Dominant themes were faith, women and dead chil- dren, comedy, adaptations, and father/son Oedipal fears. The last seamed the work of the older direc- tors—especially Lumet, Chabrol, and Rohmer, now in their seventies and eighties—but it appeared in younger directors’ films too—notably that of the Cohens. Their No Country for Old Men was by far the strongest entry, and its first hour was a state-of-the-art blood-and-guts chase story, a perfect killing machine called cinema. The film later dissipated into sophistic, what-is-life-about philosophy-ridden dialogue that carried a new kind of Oedipal subplot. The older man (here Tommy Lee Jones as the baffled sheriff) survived the “deadly son” (here the Terminator-like killer, Javier Bardem) but, then, forlornly longed for a mythic father’s comfort. This narrative—of implacable death and worn-out, nostalgic older men— became a suspicious metaphor for the Iraq war vs. World War II. The Cohens shouldn’t waste their art on parables when what we need from them is a direct Iraq war hit. War itself was little addressed except in the set- tings of Sokurov’s almost fablelike, spare Alexandra, set in a Chechnyan desert army camp, and De Palma’s unfortunate “antiwar” Iraq film, Redacted, the first war feature from a well-known U.S. director. His fiction- 45th New York Film Festival Drake Stutesman New York City, September 28–October 14, 2007 Framework 49, No. 1, Spring 2008, pp. 165–167. Copyright © 2008 Wayne State University Press, Detroit, Michigan 48201-1309. 03FW49.1-Reviews 2/7/08 2:03 PM Page 165 166 Framework: The Journal of Cinema & Media 49.1 alized version of a well-publicized, real rape and killing, structured as clips of videos, international TV reports, and Internet sites, is a morass of the worst army-platoon-gone-crazy clichés. No contribution to the anti- war effort, it trivializes the war as sim- ply a place where psychopathology is acted out. A few films were notable for their directors’ pursuit of originality. Todd Haynes, one of American cin- ema’s most interesting talents, lost the mark in his ambitious and ironic attempt at a biographic kaleidoscope of Bob Dylan’s life, I’m Not There. Haynes states that we shouldn’t be trying to “find out who we are” (which he sees as the philosophy of the last few decades), but rather we should be “reinventing ourselves,” and he conceptualizes Dylan as the ultimate self-reinventor. The film is a collage of the supposed Dylan inven- tions—as husband, as cultural icon, as Billy the Kid, as a black runaway child, as folk singer—played by six actors, including an excellent Cate Blanchett. But none of the versions can carry this grand scheme. The film has no center. Haynes’s rendi- tion of Dylan’s 1960s and 1970s are only gimmicky and, more, he pro- motes the ingrained prejudices of those eras as the film borders on racism and sexism. I think Haynes’s best work is to come and will be in his take on contemporary reinven- tion, something far truer to his gener- ation than to Dylan’s. Carlos Reygadas’s film, Stellect Lichet (Silent Light), about an illicit affair within a Mennonite commu- nity in Northern Mexico, was fluidly constructed, using monumental tableau shots set up within or against vast panoramas. Yet, despite this size, Reygadas managed to subdue its largesse in favor of stressing its for- mality, certainly a feat in itself. These orchestrations had the immediate feel of Carl Dreyer’s forms and, indeed, Reygadas was attempting to re-create, in plot as well as in shape, Dreyer’s magnificent, uncanny, and somehow profoundly realistic Ordet (DK, 1955), one the world’s greatest films. Though Stellect Lichet lacks pre- tension, Reygadas could not carry off this unheard-of task. He didn’t anchor the narrative in a real exami- nation of faith, which is Ordet’s absolute groundwork, but rather let the Mennonite community stand in for “spiritual.” He thus never touched the nature of belief and, thus, never touched the arcane actions of resurrection. He let the weight of this phenomenon ride loosely on a hackneyed version of a man torn between a doting lover and a doting wife. In Ordet the characters are entwined in faith as a social habit and faith as a truly weird, almost repellent mystery, but in Stellect Lichet none of this is explored. Rather the lover has sudden supernatural, messianic powers, which the script has never introduced. Another exploitation of “faith,” was in South Korean director, Lee Chang-dong’s Secret Sunshine. This film plunges into the process of grief by following a mother’s hysterical pain as she grieves the murder of her child and goes to enormous lengths to assuage her guilt. The actress, Jeon Do-yeon, gives a great performance 03FW49.1-Reviews 2/7/08 2:03 PM Page 166 167 New York Film Festival but the script has every cliché about a troubled woman (she has no friends, is a bad mother, and is superficial in her choices, etc.) and many narrative holes that could easily have been filled. This suggests that the writer–director does not really understand what he is trying to do in this portrayal of suffering, which is a shame because the storyline’s poten- tial is huge. The film also taps into the nature of faith but views it only in the most banal terms and, worse, throws away a moment worthy of the Catholic writer Flannery O’Connor, when the mother, a newly born- again Christian, confronts her son’s jailed killer only to find that he has also found God’s forgiveness in a new conversion before she can bring him her own. Finally, a celebration of the twenty-fifth anniversary of Ridley Scott’s (also Oedipal!) Blade Runner (US, 1982) and the release of its last Final Cut (the seventh version) included input from academics as well as the film’s art director, produc- tion designer, and screenwriter and from the audience in what became a three-hour discussion. This was a welcome synthesis of what a film fes- tival can offer: a conglomerate of ideas, opinions, experiences, and belief in cinema. I hope NYFF plans more of these kinds of events. Drake Stutesman is the editor of Framework. 03FW49.1-Reviews 2/7/08 2:03 PM Page 167