From The Morgue

Aspergic teenager is only comfortable in the virtual world of the MMORPG Archlord, while he is bullied ferociously at school and everyone seems helpless to stop him. Narrated throughout by Ben’s internal monologue, newcomer Greg Timmermans gives a great silent performance, managing to play some difficult passages (like when two bullies force Ben out of his reverie) with skill and empathy.
Structurally, the first half of the film is a mess, jumping around between in-game reality, Ben’s real world, and interview-style to-camera pieces from the adults in Ben’s life. It really doesn’t settle down and felt off-pace to me. However, this all does come together in the end, and it all works much better in retrospect than it does while you’re watching – so I’m not sure if that’s a point for or against. A lot of the material gently strains credibility, but Ben himself is so compelling its easy to let it ride.
It’s rough going for a lot of the film. Ben doesn’t have an easy time, to say the least, and his inability to respond to what is happening to him makes for a traumatic experience for the viewer. It would be wrong to say that it comes to a happy ending, but certainly the film does its best to allow you to walk out with a sense of peace, rather than despair. I recommend it.

Imagine you’re on a train, and the prescription medication you’re on is playing hell with your sleep patterns so you’re in a weird and hazy state and keep falling into these micronaps but your brain wrenches you out of it so you can’t quite sleep and on the train with you is a guy from Winnipeg and he tells you stories about himself and about Winnipeg but you think some of them got mixed up with your dreams or maybe he was talking about his dreams about Winnipeg and you’re not sure about it and maybe you’re not even awake right now.
My Winnipeg is like that.
Guy Maddin’s weird-ass “docu-fantasia” was made for the Documentary Channel and you have to hope they knew what they were getting into. Its mostly about Guy Maddin trying to escape the gravitational pull of his mother, or is it the supernatural magnetism of the bison and the hidden river forks underneath the real river forks? Anyway he’s on a train trying to escape again and telling stories about his past, telling stories about his mother, telling stories about Winnipeg. And it gets pretty bizarre.
Maddin’s Winnipeg is an absurdly fanciful creation, where grains of truth (old footage shows them off) are spun into outlandish and wild stories that still somehow manage to keep one foot in the realm of plausibility. Certainly I want them to be true, because why not? There’s a buffalo-haunted seance-ballet, a secret team of ancient ice hockey stars scuffling in the depths of a building as it is being demolished, and lots of sleepwalking. There are feverish recreations of incidents in Maddin’s childhood, with his mother playing herself surrounded by actors taking the parts of Maddin’s siblings, except it isn’t really his mother playing herself its another actress.
If there is one genuine strand to the picture its the frustration Maddin feels at the demolition of several storied old buildings in Winnipeg; here the claustrophobic black-and-white breaks out into bursts of colour only to watch as these grand old edifices are torn down and replaced by heartless committee-built modernity.
I enjoyed this film a great deal. It took me a while to warm up to it – the over-the-top pretension took a while to wind around itself enough to convince me this wasn’t a failed experiment – but when it got me, it got me good. I don’t think I can recommend this one generally, but if you think you might dig it – yeah, you probably will.

There was something of a carnival atmosphere outside the premiere screening of Alister Barry’s new doco, The Hollow Men. Labour was there in force, handing out flyers with its local candidate smiling and shaking hands. There was a real sense of occasion; everyone was pleased to be there. It’s a sign of how political this town is, perhaps, or a sign of how political this time is.
This is the second media spin-off of Hager’s book. We went to the stage play last year, dragging non-local Malcolm along for the ride. I think Malc enjoyed it, but it must have been hard going to keep up. Surprisingly, I think the film is even more incomprehensible than the play to an uninitiated audience – it relies on a lot of prior knowledge about how things work in this country.
Barry has a track record of assembling compelling documentaries on New Zealand’s recent sociopolitical history out of TVNZ archive material, and this was another worthy entry. An adaptation of the book by Nicky Hager, Barry took leaked emails and followed Hager’s timeline, showing with clips of key players and key incidents how a novice MP was manouvred into leadership of the opposition and nearly made his way to being New Zealand’s Prime Minister. There was lots of voiceover, much of it read aloud from leaked emails by actors. The vast majority of the footage was from the TVNZ vaults, showing MPs at work and at play and, most interestingly, including “cutting room floor” material from outside the edges of the scripted public appearances.
As an account of cynical political message manipulation, this is first-class, tracking the behind-the-scenes decisions to run certain issues through to how they played out in the media and the public eye. Hager pointed out during questions afterwards, as he did at Drinking Liberally the other week, that this was a portrayal of politics-as-she-is-done, and not specific to one party. However, he said that the cynical tricks on display were designed to misrepresent or distract from the party’s true policies – and the National party had a large gap between how it portrayed itself and what it really stood for. Much larger than other parties. So although the tactics are general, National does deserve particular condemnation for its behaviour.
And the signs at the end are clear – the media dance is continuing in earnest, just as cynically as before. John Key is a much better poster boy for National than Brash, and equally managed and compromised. The film all but demands that you be cautious of Key and the people behind him – if you weren’t already.
It was a good doco, sometimes painful to watch, and of particular interest to me so i could see lots of material that I had only read about (I was in Scotland while this whole affair was going down). I recommend a watch if you’re a New Zealander.

Welcome to the Sticks was our first film of the festival. A sold-out audience joined me + Cal in laughing all the way through this.
A post office manager gets transferred to the far north of France, where he surprisingly finds himself enjoying life; but due to extreme storytelling contrivance he keeps telling his wife far to the south that he’s having a miserable time.
It was a broad, silly, undemanding comedy/farce The subtitles managed to keep up with the endless play with language as dialect differences led to misunderstandings and the transplanted manager struggled to navigate local pronunciation. Good fun. Catch it on DVD for a goofy night in. Added value: seeing someone play a carrillon – I’ve never actually seen what that looks like before.