Okay, so I was mainly off the mark. When it comes to guessing festival awards, I usually am. But at the same time, few of the selections revealed tonight by Ang Lee’s jury at the closing ceremony of the Venice Film Festival really surprise me.
It was clear that Samuel Maoz’s “Lebanon” would walk away with something (I had it pencilled in for Best Director), given its combination of political currency and personal investment on the part of the director. (The film is an autobiographical reflection on his own experience in the First Lebanon War.) Personally, I think giving it the Golden Lion is a tad generous for a debut that, while very accomplished, never quite hits home emotionally, but it’s a reasonable winner.
I have more of a problem with the runner-up Grand Jury Prize going to Fatih Akin’s “Soul Kitchen,” though I saw it coming. The film is a sweet but slipshod effort that hardly represents the director’s strongest work; with several more deserving films in competition going unawarded, its selection feels like a nod to the more mainstream contingent of the competition. (The absence of critics’ favorite “Lourdes” from the winners list, meanwhile, is the biggest shock here.)
The problem with film festivals is that sometimes we critics speak too soon. Earlier today I
I’ve been chewing on the Coen brothers’ “A Serious Man”
(Please note, as opposed to Kris and Guy, I tend to grade films on a 5-star scale.)
Guy will comment further on these winners later, but for now, just the facts:
When did Penelope Cruz become such a great actress? This was a woman I could barely stand looking at on screen not more than five years ago, yet now she is an absolute delight, with depth, emotion, and the ability to find the truth in her characters, an innate ability that is downright uncanny. God, her work in “Vanilla Sky” was painful and her performance in “Blow” was so shrill and terrible it was the sort of acting I’d label obscene.
And so it comes to this. Ten days of blazing sunshine, free-flowing Prosecco, occasionally “Brazil”-style administration and – oh, right – a few films too, will come to a head tonight as Ang Lee and his merry band of jurors will name the supposed best of the fest.
I missed yesterday’s screening of Joe Dante’s kiddie horror film “The Hole” — and hardly regret it, having caught Tom Ford’s “A Single Man” instead — so I can offer little commentary to the news that the film has won the festival’s inaugural Persol 3-D Award.
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I wanted to sit down and write a full review of Joel and Ethan Coen’s “A Serious Man,” but structuring my thoughts around a paradigm such as that seems folly at this stage. I need to see it again — and will certainly do so many more times — before any sort of authoritative personal take will begin to surface. But a few things stand out that are worth conveying.
I’ve been keeping a steady eye on the reactions to a press screening of Jason Reitman’s “Up in the Air” this morning via
I left home at 6:30am yesterday to make an early check-in to my hotel at 8:30. One bummer, my youngest daughter, Ariana, has a flu bug and I hate leaving Sherri with her on her own. She assured me it was cool, so I managed to get out the door without being overwhelmed with guilt. Kissed the girls goodbye, loaded the van with my luggage and laptop and was Toronto-bound.
In just a few weeks here the Best Original Song picture has become clearer and clearer. We’ve told you about contenders from films like
I’ve been meaning to post something along these lines for a few weeks now. Around roughly this time a year ago (plus a month exactly), we pointed you early on to a