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  • Couscous (La Graine et le mulet) - Review

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    Abdellatif Kechiche, 2007

    Couscous (aka The Secret of the Grain), Abdellatif Kechiche's third feature has once again earned the Tunis born French director critical acclaim and awards a plenty. After winning the 'Lion of the Future' award at the Venice Film Festival in 2001 with his debut, 'La Faute a Voltaire' and following on the success with more awards for his second feature in 2003, L'esquive (Games of Love and Chance), Couscous finds the talented director in fine form. Composing a ensemble piece about the daily struggles of an immigrant family living in the French port town of Sete, Kechiche's latest film covers similar ground to his previous work and establishes his growing reputation as one of the primary voices of immigrant life in Europe.

    Focusing on ship worker Slimane (Habib Boufares), a 60 year old immigrant from North Africa, the film follows his attempts to open a couscous restaurant after learning of his dismissal by a management downsizing and paying no regard to his 30 year service record. Slimane, a taciturn and humble man, quiet because his years have taught him that losing his head serves no purpose, decides upon the venture almost as if on a whim, as if building a restaurant; using his ex-wife's cooking, will keep his vast families together. Estranged from his family, living in his lover's hotel; a small run down room overlooking the harbour, the restaurant venture seems like Slimane's last throw of the dice for a life, he believes, that has achieved nothing.


    Whilst the building of the restaurant provides the film with a narrative backbone, it's Slimane's vast army of women in his life; the estranged wife, Souad (Bouraouia Marzok), the lover, Latifa (Hatika Karaoui), his daughter, Karima (Farida Benkhetache), the daughter-in-law, Julia (Alice Houri) and his lover's daughter, Rym (in an award winning performance from Hafsia Herzi) that bare the brunt of the film. This relationship, between Slimane and the women in his life, is explored within the films opening moments with Slimane delivering fresh fish to each of them in turn. His silent and weary demeanor contrasts starkly to their energetic, dynamic vigour; whereas they are full of vim, Slimane remains placid and quiet, worn down by life.

    Food, the joy's of the cooking, eating and the spiritual kinship it can offer forms two of the film's most inspired set-pieces; both centering on big banquets. Both scenes fizzle in off the hip camera work, the dialogue is partly ab-libbed and the energy is frenetic and hypnotic. The first of these scenes takes place in Souad's home, the other takes place on the restaurants opening night, with her extended family sat around the massive dinner table, minus Slimane. The scene sparkles as everyone speaks, laughs and shouts at once, plates of salivating couscous, fish and meat fill the table, each being passed along so they all get their fair share. In extended long takes, extreme close-ups and rapid camera work, the scene paints a beautiful picture of how families function; the in-jokes, the teasing, the unconditional love, all lovingly composed in classicist and humanist style.


    It's this slice of life, an almost novelistic style approach to the film that makes Couscous all the more unbearable when the tone switches from the bittersweet to the tragicomic; as if it's all too recognisable and inevitably laden to go wrong. Slimane walks around the whole film like a man condemned, in fact when he does at last offer the flicker of a smile, it's a sure sign that things are about to go wrong. When the proverbial hits the fan it's, once again, up to the women to tackle the problem; most the men depicted in Couscous are either selfish, down on their luck or have simply been beaten into submission by life, as in the case with Slimane. Women on the other hand, carry on regardless; strong, forthright and able to deal with any given crisis, smiling graciously, toiling yet letting the men take all the credit.

    Couscous occupies itself with the rhythm of everyday life, the cacophony of people talking at once with words going unheard and the way in which family forgive and forget. The tone of Couscous is neither miserabilist or triumphant; it meanders in the every day pursuit of happiness, family tensions and trying to get by as best you can; a tone which for the majority of the film, except for it's out of keeping finale, that feels very much in the real world. You end up caring deeply for the fate of several characters and thanks largely to the films two set pieces, you become intoxicated with the sights and smells of all that delicious food. It should come to no surprise then that by the films end I hunted high and low for the nearest couscous restaurant.


    Despite it's achievements, Couscous sometimes feels rather laboured, there's an argument that Kechiche could have cut away some of the more needless vignettes of everyday life; at 151 minutes long it sometimes struggles to hold the viewers attention. There's also a case of some rather dull caricatures of white, affluent bourgeois, with their idle chit-chat and casual racism which sometimes bordered on the tedium. However Couscous is a triumph, one that's reverberated in France and on the international circuit, taking the festival circuit by storm and fawned over by critics everywhere. Despite it's few flaws, I also have issues with it's surreal and abrupt ending, I'm not about to disagree with the consensus. Couscous is a great film, one that will have you reeling for weeks after you've watched it; the film has played on me for days now, and will keep you thinking about it's themes and ideas long into the night.


    Couscous trailer

    Originally posted on:Film for the Soul

  • The Bridge on the River Kwai - Watching the 1000 Greatest Films

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    As voted by the Film for the Soul community. This post can also be found at The Carnival of Cinema over at Good News Film Reviews.

    No. 16 - The Bridge on the River Kwai (David Lean, 1957) Ranked #204

    "What have I done?" - Colonel Nicholson

    Based on the novel of the same name, published in 1954, by Pierre Boulle, The Bridge on the River Kwai was the first of David Lean's spectacular multi-million pound epic's, followed by Lawrence of Arabia (1962) and Doctor Zhivago (1965), that brought international acclaim and Oscars galore to the already renowned director of smaller, more intimate films such as Brief Encounter (1945) and Oliver Twist (1948). Shot in extremely difficult conditions on location in Ceylon, Sri Lanka and produced by Sam Spiegel, The Bridge on the River Kwai cemented Lean's reputation as a director as well as foreshadowing the domination he was to have over the box-office for years to come.

    The film opens up with a lingering shot of a hawk, hovering high in the sky, before cutting to a birds eye view of a jungle, as we take in the density the camera catches a glimpse of a spattering of crudely dug graves adorned with crosses sitting idly by a railway line. Focusing on the graves we are introduced to two raggedy clothed men, one of whom is Major Sears (William Holden), an American prisoner of war, digging the graves of his fallen comrades; fellow prisoners who have fallen due to hard labour, disease or starvation. The realities of the camp are laid bare within this opening scene, the following dialogue is littered with the gallows humour of men that have become far too accustomed to death.

    Colonel Nicholson and his men

    Set in 1943 in a, Japanese run, prisoner of war camp, deep in the balmy Burmese jungle, Bridge on the River Kwai is loosely based on true events surrounding the building of a railway line, by prisoners of war under orders by their Japanese jailers, attempting to connect Bangkok, Thailand to Rangoon, Burma; the infamous 'death railway'. After Sears has buried one lot of prisoners we witness the arrival of a new British battalion, led by Colonel Nicholson (Alec Guinness), walking steadfast and proud, the entire group whistling 'The Colonel Bogey March' - a theme now synonymous with the film. In a wonderful tracking shot we watch the group slowly come in to frame through the trees, the camera seamlessly moving through the dead forest into the prisoners shack, capturing the troops and framing them in the windows.

    It's an ironic moment in a film full of irony and madness, here is a British unit (told by their commanding officers to wave the white flag and surrender) full of zip and pomposity, still adhering to the chain of command. It's this theme of madness that fuels Bridge on the River Kwai; most of the film's central characters are susceptible to it's deadly grasp - Nicholson's obsession with building a better bridge than the Japanese, even if it means aiding their war effort; Sears returning to the camp he just about escaped from with his life; Saito (Sessue Hayakawa), Japanese Colonel, being driven slowly mad by an obstinate Colonel who eventually builds a better bridge than his Japanese army could ever do. Madness and insanity are abound in Bridge on the River Kwai, it hangs around like a bad odour, it all seems so futile but inevitable all the same.


    Classic tracking shot introducing Colonel Nicholson

    No better example of this theme is displayed than the initial meeting between Saito and Nicholson, both highly decorated Colonel's, uncanny in their similarities. On being told that all soldiers, including the British officers, must do manual work on the Burma railway line Nicholson refuses point blank to give up command of his troop, citing the Geneva convention, article 27, which stipulates that no officer shall do manual work in POW camps; in an inspired moment he even produces a copy of the document he had folded up in his top pocket. In a stand off, of pride and ego, Saito slaps Nicholson and smacks the book out of his hand, "Don't speak to me of rules. This is war! This is not a game of cricket!".

    Blood trickling down his chin, Nicholson merely composes himself and retains the document now sitting in the dust and so begins the merry dance of the battling wills. The scenes between Saito and Nicholson are the heartbeat of the film, the resolute and pride before a fall Colonels taking each other on in a battle neither will eventually win. Despite beating and throwing Nicholson in the 'oven'; a small tin shack that sits alone, unimpressive in the middle of the glaring sun, Saito admits defeat, realising he needs Nicholson more than Nicholson needs him. Without the help of Nicholson, Saito will miss his deadline and will be obliged to commit hari-kari, in an omission to the British Colonel, Saito says

    "Do you know what will happen to me if the bridge is not built on time?'
    "I haven't the foggiest"
    I'll have to kill myself. What would you do if you were me?"
    "I suppose if I were you....I'd have to kill myself."


    This scene, conducted over a bottle of Scotch and a plate of corn beef, is one of the films more poignant moments. There's something about Nicholson admission to being home only for 10 months in his 28 year service and Saito's acknowledgment that he's not a military careerist and that he learned to speak English at University in London, that strikes at the core of the films underlying focus on character, on humanity, rather than exploiting binary good and evil. It's to the films credit that the Japanese aren't demonised, or that the British come off as the good guys, in Lean's eyes all of them are as mad as each other.

    Playing in the backdrop to Saito and Nicholson, Sears has meanwhile attempted and just about succeeds in escaping from the camp, a feat which will ultimately destroy him. The character of Sears comes into his own in the second half of the film; an extra weight to the first half that helps to explain the function of the camp but doesn't develop the character beyond a caricature. Sear's doesn't subscribe to the same moral code as Nicholson or Saito and is only interested in looking out for number one. On learning that he's been lying about his rank Major Warden, played by Jack Hawkins), excellent here as the Oxford Don turned commando, gives him a catch-22 ultimatum; return to America in disgrace or take the suicide mission in returning to the camp to blow up the bridge.

    Nicholson and his beloved bridge

    The construction of the bridge becomes an obsession for Nicholson, a self-gratifying egotistical driven project which he hides behind notions of raising the troops morale. Dr. Major Clipton (James Donald) isn't convinced and becomes the voice of the spectator, "The fact is, what we're doing could be construed as - forgive me sir - collaboration with the enemy. Perhaps even as treasonable activity. Must we work so well?" Again this is refuted by Nicholson, yet you can see the madness bubbling away, under the surface. In the capable hands of Alec Guinness, Colonel Nicholson's madness is free of facial ticks and bouts of frenzy, he plays him stoic, dignified and controlled, the madness slowly erupting towards the end of the film with slow and twisted logic before his final epiphany and one final act of sanity.

    First and foremost The Bridge on the River Kwai is a fantastic yarn, brilliantly acted and carefully paced. Lean's epic is filmed on a grand scale yet totally able to concentrate on the nuances of character and narrative, never losing touch with the essentials of the story and giving us a film full of visual flair and grandeur. It seems a shame that this sort of film making is now lost, contemporary films of this scale aren't made with half the intelligence, or ideas, of Lean's anti-war epic. Playing against the war genre, a tagged on action/adventure story during the second half of the film involving Shears and Warden feels more genre orientated, Lean occupies himself with the futility and insanity of war, the death throes of imperialistic empires and how the madness spreads to all involved.


    The film's final moments are legendary; the steady drip feed of madness finally explodes on the screen in a bout of insanity so destructive it's hard to watch. As the commando outfit rig up the bridge with explosives, the British troops enjoy a put together show; Nicholson walks upon his creation, a placard now decorates the structure declaring the builders responsible are the British army, this is the proudest moment of his career. His madness peaks the next day, moments before the arrival of the first train, when he discovers one of the explosive wires connected to his love, now exposed in the river bed that has, unexpectedly, receded from the night before.

    In what proves to be a fatal decision, Nicholson alerts Saito to his discovery as both men follow the wire to it's source. The interplay between the main characters in this one last scene of utter insanity is short and very bittersweet, as the bodies start to fall around him; Sears at his feet having decided to join the war effort after all, dying, looks up and shouts at him "I should have killed you when I had the chance". We know how he feels. Slowly you see it dawn on the once great military man - "What have I done?" - madness has swept him up and moral judgment has flown out the window. Watching the whole event is Dr Major Clipton, once again he voices the audiences reaction, with a startled look on his face, unable to say anything else he simply says:

    'Madness!....Madness!'.
    Originally posted on:Film for the Soul

 

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