47th THESSALONICA FILM FESTIVAL
Written by Giannis Frangoulis
Translated by Konstantinos Vassilaros
WITHIN THE LIMITS OF CINEMA
Two days are left before the Festival comes to an end, and
by now almost all Greek films have been presented. The
festival’s
agenda will continue its course until this coming Monday, followed
by a re-screening of all Greek Films for those who did not
have a chance to watch them during the past week. The foreign
schedule
continues its course with a lot of interesting new films. Taking
into account that both the current and last year's international
films were not great, we are not expecting to see anything
mind-blowing during the last days at the Thessalonica Festival.
We will have
to satisfy our artistic appetite with mediocrities.
The Greek films
To begin with we will discuss the film “Dying in Athens”, by
Nikos Panagiotopoulos, which was screened at a bizarrely
early time. Panagiotopoulos began his career with his first
film,
“Colors of the Iris” (1974), followed by the legendary
“The Lazy People
from the Flourishing valley” (1978). Up until 1988 he continued
making good films. Conversely the quality of his cinema
went downhill after the film “Dreaming about my friends”
(1993),
and “The Bachelor” (1997), while in 1999 made a tough promise
to
make one film every year. He was unable to keep his promise,
an impossible pledge to keep, especially in Greece, one
of most difficult countries to make films. Despite the
difficulties
he
managed to release a new film approximately every two years.
Filmmaking however is a matter of inspiration and not keeping
promises. His last film was a musical, a rare kind of musical
with a depressing theme. The film quickly became dull and
his characters became silly caricatures.
Subsequently to Panagiotopoulos’ film, we will comment on
the documentary called “The Pleaders”, made by Stavros
Ioannou, about a group of illegal immigrants found in Evoia
living
in
an abandoned
factory. The director makes a plain and simple recording
of events. He does not attempt to go any deeper in order
to articulate
his
statement or even recreate reality through his ideological
point of view. The visual and original materials are limited
and poor,
enough to simply depict the arrival of the immigrants.
These weaknesses refrains us from considering this work as
a film-documentary.
The only film from his past we can confidently keep in
our mind is “This was a tragedy” (1994).
Sabbas Karidas makes his début with his first feature film,
“Within limits”. He directs a road film focusing on the
life of a taxi-driver.
The taxi-driver is living a lie since he is only living
through the stories of his customers. Throughout the film
there are
allusions that the character will manage to escape from
his deceptive life.
A woman that rides his taxi also becomes part of his fantasy
while he strongly desires to live a different and unusual
erotic experience. He finally decides to take his life
in his own
hands and make his own story.
The film by Katerina Evaggelakou, “The hours of public
silence” is a bad sample of the likeable director’s career.
Following
her previous film, “You will regret it” (2002), Evaggelakou
directs a film that endeavors to satirize the Modern Greek
society. However
she will not manage to form an effective satire, but wind
up making grotesque film where the tragedy becomes the
comedy and the comedy turns into a ridiculous show. I can
picture
that she
was inspired by certain French or American films, but she
failed
to make her film resemble to those kinds of films. The
movie does not convince us and can only be praised for
its good
intentions.
The foreign films
The Korean film by Kim Tae-Yong, “Family Ties” left a very
good impression. The director and co-writer did not
only tell the
story of the protagonists, he also successfully portrayed
the relationships between those individuals. Consequently
we are
presented with difficultly recognizable characters
creating and unknown and fresh feel, while the script does
not
allow us to
make any discrimination about the fully shaped characters.
We are exposed to a universal image of society, and
not a simple one-sided representation of people. Excellent
direction
with
a clear and articulate editing style allowing the story
to develop
with a firm and complete content. I strongly believe
that it was the best film from the international program.
On the contrary, the Iranian film “On a Friday afternoon”
directed by Mona Zandi Xaghighi is not as strong and
it could be easily
labeled as a typical Iranian film. Slow paced, with
unconditional realism and a superficial lyricism. This is
film is not
even close to the level of the works of Makhmalbaf
or Kiarostami.
We will draw to a close with the film of Kojtim Cashku,
“Magic eye”, an Albanian/German co-production. This
film finds Albanian
cinema at its best. We’ve seen at the same Festival
“Tirana year Zero” that won the Golden Alexander award
couple
of years ago,
but now we have a film from Albania describing an underlying
disappointment for the country. The film is set during
the year with the pyramids and the fall of Berisha’s
regime, a year that
deeply marked the conscience and historical memory
of Albanians. How could it not affect the people so
strongly,
when the
Pan-Albanian revolution dangerously reached the limits
of
becoming a civil
war killing unjustly a lot of innocent people? In this
film cinema spirals back into its own cinema when some
amateur
filmmaker shows his friends the artistic silent films
he directed. He
will
accidentally film a staged murder of an old man by
a television reporter. They both will find themselves
traveling
together,
being threatened by each other. A very prominent satire
about the
mass media and how they can create commotion out of nothing.
We will continue our correspondences from Thessalonica
for the remaining two days, all the way up to the Award
and Closing
ceremony.
After the end of the festival we will focus on the
tributes, homages and events that took place during
the festival.
Friday 24th November 2006, Giannis Frangoulis
47th THESSALONICA FILM FESTIVAL - WITHIN THE LIMITS OF CINEMA