{"id":2449205,"date":"2019-09-26T16:00:00","date_gmt":"2019-09-26T22:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.aspentimes.com\/?p=313493"},"modified":"2019-09-26T16:00:00","modified_gmt":"2019-09-26T22:00:00","slug":"from-toronto-to-aspen-fall-film-preview-part-two","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/local-news\/from-toronto-to-aspen-fall-film-preview-part-two\/","title":{"rendered":"From Toronto to Aspen: Fall Film Preview (Part Two)"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure class=\"wp-block-image p402_hide\">\n<div class=\"caption-container\">\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"620\" height=\"310\" src=\"https:\/\/cdn.aspentimes.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2019\/09\/bfallmovie2-atd-092719-1.jpg\" class=\"attachment-large size-large wp-post-image\" alt srcset=\"https:\/\/cdn.aspentimes.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2019\/09\/bfallmovie2-atd-092719-1.jpg 620w, https:\/\/cdn.aspentimes.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2019\/09\/bfallmovie2-atd-092719-1-300x150.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 620px) 100vw, 620px\"><\/p><figcaption><strong>&#8220;Knives Out&#8221;<\/strong><br \/><em>Claire Folger\/Courtesy photo<\/em><\/figcaption><\/div>\n<\/figure>\n<p class=\"STND-STND BodyText\">Like a proverbial ocean, the Toronto International Film Festival (TIFF) cannot be swallowed in one gulp.<\/p>\n<p class=\"STND-STND BodyText\">The best approach is sip by sip. Watching four or five screenings a day (one die-hard colleague managed seven), a brisk walk and\/or meal between screenings is one way to sustain momentum and enjoy the marathon. Another is: stay curious and vary the screen menu. Amidst TIFF\u2019s feast of features and documentaries, \u201cKnives Out\u201d and \u201cThe Personal History of David Copperfield\u201d stood out as high-caliber palette cleansers, entertainments as light and zesty as lemon sorbet.<\/p>\n<p class=\"STND-STND BodyText\">Teeming with unexpected twists and sharp-witted observations, \u201cKnives Out\u201d is massively fun entertainment smartly updated for today\u2019s audiences. Best-selling mystery writer Harlan Thrombrey (Christopher Plumber) takes his wakeup beverage in a mug emblazoned: \u201cMy house. My rules. My coffee.\u201d And so it is, until the morning following his 85th birthday party, when the autocratic paterfamilias turns up, quite dead. Apparent suicide. Detective Benoit Blanc (Daniel Craig), a genteel \u201cSuth\u2019ner\u201d summoned to the scene, suspects otherwise. From Thrombrey\u2019s bickering clan (Jamie Lee Curtis, Michael Shannon, Toni Collette, Don Johnson, and Chris Evans) to his kindly day nurse (Ana de Armas), everyone has secrets. Writer-director Rian Johnson (\u201cLooper,\u201d \u201cStar Wars: The Last Jedi\u201d) whips up a deliciously plotted whodunit that pays tongue-in-cheek homage to Agatha Christie, \u201cMurder, She Wrote,\u201d and \u201cMasterpiece Mystery.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=\"STND-STND BodyText\">Writer-director Armando Iannucci shakes the coal soot off 19th century England in \u201cThe Personal History of David Copperfield,\u201d his nimble adaptation of Charles Dickens\u2019s autofiction classic. Dev Patel leads a dream cast (including Tilda Swinton, Hugh Laurie, and Ben Whishaw) in this rollicking coming-of-age adventure. Iannucci, the creator of \u201cVeep\u201d and \u201cThe Death of Stalin, tempers his signature satirical bent here. He infuses this new work with a sunny playfulness that buoys every aspect\u2014production design, sleight-of-hand narrative flourishes, crackling dialogue\u2014as Copperfield (a charming Patel) rides life\u2019s ups and downs (love, loss, fortune, penury, and back again) with intrepid optimism. This exuberantly crammed Victorian road movie about goodness and greed gives more than a passing tip of the top hat to our times.<\/p>\n<p class=\"STND-STND BodyText\">TIFF\u2019s documentaries provided some of the most consistently engaging, if bracing, viewing. Like the documentary \u201cCollective\u201d (mentioned last week), veteran photographer-documentarian Lauren Greenfield\u2019s \u201cThe Kingmaker\u201d offers a chilling examination of power and its abuse. A deft chronicler of extreme wealth, Greenfield (\u201cThe Queen of Versailles,\u201d \u201cGeneration Wealth\u201d) paints a fascinating portrait of Imelda Marcos, the notoriously extravagant doyenne of the Philippines. Granted extensive interviews with Marcos and remarkable access to her daily life, the filmmaker initially gives a rather sympathetic view of the now 90-year old dowager. But this impression gradually curdles as Greenfield lays out a brutal and larcenous legacy\u2014among other misdeeds, President Ferdinand and First Lady Imelda allegedly siphoned off billions of dollars during their regime. More alarmingly, \u201cThe Kingmaker\u201d reveals the current machinations of Imelda and her family to reclaim power.<\/p>\n<p class=\"STND-STND BodyText\">A story centered around a set of imagined conversations between Pope Benedict and soon-to-be-Pope Francis about the Catholic Church\u2019s condition and future direction would reasonably seem unlikely entertainment fare. But, in the hugely popular TIFF hit \u201cThe Two Popes,\u201d those roles are inhabited by the incomparable Anthony Hopkins and Jonathan Price, who brilliantly enliven a sprightly, nuanced script from Anthony McCarten (\u201cThe Theory of Everything,\u201d \u201cBohemian Rhapsody\u201d). Under the insightful guidance of director Fernando Meirelles (\u201cCity of God,\u201d \u201cThe Constant Gardener\u201d), this confluence of talent delivers a moving, surprisingly light-hearted reflection on the frailties and failings of all humans, no matter how august, and the institutions that they build, no matter how venerated.<\/p>\n<p class=\"STND-STND BodyText\">Alongside the buzzy slate of main stage attractions\u2014and its celebrity parade keeping limo drivers and selfie fans occupied\u2014TIFF offers plenty to satisfy avid cinephiles. Indeed, while starry headliners may be this audience-focused festival\u2019s bread and butter, its heart and soul are \u201csmaller\u201d stories steeped in the vernacular of their culture.<\/p>\n<p class=\"STND-STND BodyText\">Thanks to TIFF\u2019s curatorial mandate to glean new works from every corner of the globe, moviegoers have a rare chance to discover filmmakers just finding their voice, as well as directors previously unrecognized outside their native region. Works like Rubaiyat Hossain\u2019s \u201cMade in Bangladesh\u201d (Bangladesh), Sharipa Urazbayeva\u2019s \u201cMariam\u201d (Kazakhstan), Abba Makama\u2019s \u201cThe Lost Okoroshi\u201d (Nigeria), and Mati Diop\u2019s \u201cAtlantics\u201d (Senegal), to name a very few.<\/p>\n<p class=\"STND-STND BodyText\">Raymund Ribay Gutierrez\u2019s impactful debut, \u201cVerdict,\u201d provides a street-level view of the Philippines and serves as a \u201chigh-low\u201d contrast to Greenfield\u2019s \u201cThe Kingmaker.\u201d His drama revolves around Joy, a young mother living in Manila\u2019s impoverished outskirts. After suffering a violent act of domestic abuse, Joy determinedly pursues justice through a Kafkaesque legal system. Documentary-like techniques\u2014handheld camerawork, naturalistic acting, warren-like locations\u2014 lend authenticity and urgency to Gutierrez\u2019s bracingly frank treatment of a tragically universal issue. Based on his short film \u201cJudgement,\u201d \u201cVerdict\u201d won Venice\u2019s Special Jury prize before traveling to Toronto. It has been selected as the Philippines\u2019 Oscar entry for Best International Feature Film.<\/p>\n<p class=\"STND-STND BodyText\">TIFF also champions filmmakers who take risks to push or reinvent the form. Take Berlinale Golden Bear winner, Nadav Lapid\u2019s cinematically bold \u201cSynonyms,\u201d a lashing tragicomic examination of origin and identity. Yoav, a young former soldier (phenomenal newcomer Tom Mercier) moves to Paris, intent on exorcising his Israeli identity. Without a strategy (save a French dictionary and a refusal to speak Hebrew), this modern-day Candide charges fearlessly, if haphazardly, into the City of Lights to forge new roots. Inevitably, as the scales fall from his eyes, Yoav discovers troubling chinks in his newly adopted home. A dinghy adrift in a squall, his peripatetic quest becomes ever more erratic and resonantly anguished.<\/p>\n<p class=\"STND-STND BodyText\">Italian writer-director Pietro Marcello\u2019s audacious adaptation of Jack London\u2019s \u201cMartin Eden\u201d manages to be maddening and enthralling in equal measure. Anchored by another performance of riveting intensity (Luca Marinelli, awarded Best Actor at Venice only days before), this panoramic drama, transposed to early 1900s Naples, serves up a roiling stew of literary ambition, amour fou, philosophy, politics, and culture. Interjecting archival footage (to sublime effect) while eschewing narrative convention, Marcello\u2019s inventive \u201cperiod piece\u201d can confuse and frustrate. But it also dazzles with written and visual choices that make this daring hybrid linger. Presented in TIFF\u2019s juried section \u201cspotlight[ing] the next generation of masters,\u201d it deservedly won the Platform Prize.<\/p>\n<p class=\"STND-STND BodyText\">Roy Andersson\u2019s sly reflection on humanness, \u201cAbout Endlessness,\u201d was among the most beguiling\u201476 minutes of succinct cinema: questioning, elegant, evocative. Deploying his signature arsenal\u2014dispassionate observation, deliberate pace, meticulous mise-en-scene\u2014the Swedish master s-l-o-w-l-y unfurls a series of muted quotidian interactions played out across mundane public and private spaces, among them, a park, a bus, the subway, a psychiatrist\u2019s and dentist\u2019s offices, an apartment. An unidentified narrator occasionally comments on seemingly random vignettes, a range of absurd, tender, tragic, petty, and sweet. Every so often, a Chagall-like couple floats silently across the frame like a timeless refrain. Andersson\u2019s odd little jewel, rife with haunting stillness and rigorous compassion, quietly insinuates itself with wry effect.<\/p>\n<p class=\"STND-STND BodyText\">Meeting new work by a filmmaker one admires is an occasion tinged with anticipation and trepidation. When the film not only succeeds, but engages in surprisingly galvanizing ways, there is only one word for the experience: joy. We close our TIFF coverage with two such encounters. <a id=\"N0x1a26980N0x19362e0:N0x1a26980N0x1941fd0\" href=\"https:\/\/www.aspentimes.com\/entertainment\/aspen-shortsfest-destin-cretton-from-short-films-to-short-term-12-to-the-marvel-cinematic-universe\/\">Destin Daniel Cretton<\/a> (\u201cShort Term 12\u201d) has always had a knack for disrupting disparaging stereotypes, instead shining empathetic light on largely forgotten people. \u201cJust Mercy\u201d signals a new level of mastery. Inspired by real-life Bryan Stevenson, the Harvard-educated lawyer who relocated to Alabama and made defending death row inmates his life\u2019s work, this involving drama tackles a racially rigged justice system and its devastating impact on prisoners, their families, and communities. Michael B. Jordan (Stevenson) and Jamie Foxx (Walter McMillian, a beaten-down client who maintains his innocence) stand out in a uniformly superb cast also featuring Brie Larson and a memorable Tim Nelson Blake. Cretin\u2019s pull-no-punches direction shows the hostile face\u2014and stakes\u2014of justice for people without means, notably African-Americans, while his actors step up and reach deep, creating characters grounded in dimension and dignity. An urgent, affecting corrective to what we think we know, \u201cJust Mercy\u201d raises questions about institutions, and our faith in their ability to mete out justice with a blind eye and a fair hand.<\/p>\n<p class=\"STND-STND BodyText\">Spanish maestro Pedro Almod\u00f3var casts a gossamer veil of fiction over \u201cPain and Glory,\u201d his latest, most obviously autobiographical work, a gently nostalgic reflection on life\u2019s bittersweet nature. The story begins with Salvador, an aging filmmaker (a wonderful Antonio Banderas, who won Best Actor at Cannes) left physically, emotionally, and creatively depleted by a barrage of ailments. He has retreated to the beautifully appointed cocoon of his apartment, where, awash in nostalgia and regrets, he is visited by vivid memories of a childhood basked in bright color, nascent stirrings of attraction, dazzling sunlight, and the unstinting love of a feisty mother (Pen\u00e9lope Cruz, for whom the word \u201cluminous\u201d was coined). Almod\u00f3var interlaces Salvador\u2019s faltering efforts to reconnect with his zest for life and artistic inspiration with his characteristic playful humor, visual imagination, and intense \u2013 if here subdued \u2013 feeling. Despite missteps and setbacks \u2013 some comic, some not\u2014by tale\u2019s end, Salvador perceives glimmers of hope that all passion is not spent, that life, though changed by time\u2019s passing, still offers rich rewards. The cinema icon at his quintessential best.<\/p>\n<p class=\"STND-STND BodyText Tagline\">Film critics George Eldred and Laura Thielen, based in Carbondale, are the former directors of Aspen Film.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.aspentimes.com\/entertainment\/from-toronto-to-aspen-fall-film-preview-part-two\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">via:: The Aspen Times<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Knives Out&#8221;Claire Folger\/Courtesy photo Like a proverbial ocean, the Toronto International Film Festival (TIFF) cannot be swallowed in one gulp. The best approach is sip by sip. Watching four or five screenings a day (one die-hard colleague managed seven), a brisk walk and\/or meal between screenings is one way to sustain momentum and enjoy the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[49],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-2449205","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-local-news"},"acf":[],"publishpress_future_action":{"enabled":false,"date":"2026-06-27 09:31:48","action":"change-status","newStatus":"draft","terms":[],"taxonomy":"category","extraData":[]},"publishpress_future_workflow_manual_trigger":{"enabledWorkflows":[]},"distributor_meta":false,"distributor_terms":false,"distributor_media":false,"distributor_original_site_name":"KSPN The Valley&#039;s Quality Rock","distributor_original_site_url":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn","push-errors":false,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2449205","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2449205"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2449205\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2449205"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2449205"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2449205"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}