In this week’s installment, audio and video of laughter is dubbed, tweaked, and distorted until it becomes the substance of nightmares.
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CAPSULE: CARMEL (2009)
DIRECTED BY: Amos Gitai
FEATURING: Amos Gitai, Jeanne Moreau (voice)
PLOT: A series of autobiographical reflections mix with impressionistic recreations of a battle between Romans and Jews and poetry read by Jean Moreau.

WHY IT WON’T MAKE THE LIST: Although there are a few moments of effective weirdness, most of Carmel is too personal to convey much meaning to anyone other than its director. Far too much of the movie is misty flashbacks of characters we can’t place fondly reading letters from relatives we don’t know.
COMMENTS: Carmel is a confusing movie, and its lack of urgency about telling a story combined with disinterest in avoiding dull patches doesn’t serve it well. To give it its due, it does announce itself as a “poem”—one supposedly “about people, what they think and what they want and what they think they want”—providing ample warning that, if you don’t like to read poetry, you’re probably not going to like this movie. Of course, that’s a very different proposition from saying that if you do like to read poetry, you will like this film. Scattered interesting images and turns of phrase aren’t enough to make great verse; good poetry, after all, exhibits focus, discipline, and communication, which are Carmel‘s weak points. That said, Carmel does turn a few fine film phrases, which save it from being a complete, solipsistic waste of time. The first of these phrases happens early on, when Gitai evokes an ancient battle between Romans and Jews. Moreau narrates the battle over Hebrew dialogue, and, further in the sonic background, an English-speaking voice (could it be Sam Fuller, who makes it into the credits?) chronicles the exact same events, but out of phase with the primary narration. Visually, two (sometimes three) overlapping images play onscreen at the same time, all featuring centurions in horsehair helmets battling robed Jews by torchlight. The effect is dreamy and abstract, rather than chaotic; this montage would be successful if were extracted and presented as a short film all its own. We fast-forward in history for the film’s second meaningful moment, which also utilizes the overlapping dialogue motif. A father (Gitai himself) is searching for his recently-deployed soldier son at a gas station. He shares coffee with the attendant, but their attempt at conversation, while taking the outward form of a dialogue, drifts into the two men delivering two completely unrelated monologues. A metaphor for Israeli-Palestinian relations? Both those bits occur in the movie’s first third, and (besides an unexpected re-occurrence of the battle scene at the movie’s midpoint) we have to wait almost to the end before encountering the movie’s third interesting interlude, a bizarre bit involving a young couple who wander into an old woman’s home during a terrorist attack, borrow gas masks, recite prophecies and poems, briefly make out, and leave when the air sirens fade out (promising to return for a chat if they’re ever in the neighborhood). The vast valleys between Carmel‘s high points, however, are filled with autobiographical boredom. There are pretty establishing shots that establish nothing, and lots of readings of old family letters that lead to pastoral flashbacks. Characters are shown, but not introduced. Who is the red-haired boy who writes letters home from boarding school? One of Gitai’s sons, maybe the one who later becomes a soldier, or Gitai himself as a kid? (It doesn’t help that the lad looks like no one else in Carmel, not even the kid Gitai is shown auditioning to play the role of his son in [another?] movie). Who is the pretty brunette woman shown endlessly looking at herself in the mirror while an opera aria plays—a younger version of Gitai’s mother? Of his wife? A daughter? The familial relationships, along with the symbolism, can probably be untangled, but the author gives you little inducement to want to figure out who is who or what they really want, as opposed to what they think they want. It’s all important to Gitai, but he never makes it important to us—the film seems aimed at an audience of one.
The “Carmel” of the title may refer to Mount Carmel, which is associated with the Old Testament prophet Elijah. There are several other towns and settlements in Israel called “Carmel,” including one that was involved in the Bar Kokhba revolt against the Romans in the second century A.D.—could this be the site of the battle shown in the film?
WHAT THE CRITICS SAY:
SATURDAY SHORT: HAPPY ENDING (2010)
Martin de Thurah’s improvisational short film “Happy Ending” features a pair of Japanese youngsters covered in black and white face paint. Their joyless expressions and movements suggest a conclusion that may be at odds with the title.
HAPPY ENDING from martin de thurah on Vimeo.
CAPSULE: LE QUATTRO VOLTE (2010)
AKA The Four Times
DIRECTED BY: Michelangelo Frammartino
FEATURING: Giuseppe Fuda
PLOT: An old goatherd dies; a goat is born, grows up and dies; a tree is cut down and made

into charcoal.
WHY IT WON’T MAKE THE LIST: Le Quattro Volte is a strange document crafted to illustrate a strange thesis; its weirdness comes more in the conception than the execution, however. Most of the time, Le Quattro Volte is like watching a National Geographic special with the narrator’s commentary track stripped away. It can be mesmerizing if you’re in a contemplative mood, but it doesn’t put that “weird” feeling in your gut.
COMMENTS: If someone accidentally wandered into a theater playing Le Quattro Volte and observed the sequence of events—there’s no plot, per se—without any preparation or background information, they’d be completely confounded by this mystical, dialogue-free film. In the first forty minutes an old man herds goats, drinks ashes mixed with water, and dies. In the next twenty minutes a goat is born, explores its world, gets separated from the herd, and dies (presumably ) under a tree. In the second-to-last segment that tree is cut down by villagers, stripped of bark and branches and used as the centerpiece of a vaguely pagan tree-climbing ritual; for a finale, the trunk is chopped up and made into charcoal. The end. Puzzling, no? Of course, having access to the pressbook we know [“spoiler” alert], that the “quattro volte” (“four times”) of the title come from a quote by the ancient Greek mystic and mathematician Pythagoras, and refers to his theory that the human soul is composed of rational (represented by the shepherd), animal (goat), vegetable (tree) and mineral (charcoal) parts, and that the soul may be reincarnated at the moment of death into any of the four types of matter [end “spoiler”]. As the viewer journeys through Volte, he encounters a number of scenes which work as odd little self-contained film poems. There’s the mysterious shot of a steaming mound that starts the film, a live goat birth, and a woman who measures out and wraps the dust she sweeps up from the church floor into a little bundle made from a magazine cover with the same precision a cocaine dealer uses when preparing an eight ball. (There is a heavily ritualistic, almost sacred component to even the smallest actions in Le Quattro Volte). Most impressive is an astounding eight-minute, one-take scene involving a passion play, centurions who unwisely park their pickup truck on a hill, and a vindictive sheepdog that should leave you wondering how in the world the choreography was accomplished. The film is shot in sunny, tan Calabria, a picturesque region of rolling hills and rustic stone homes with tile roofs that seems unchanged by the centuries; many of the longshots look like landscape paintings from old Italian masters, but with figures slowly moving deep in the background. People do speak in the film, but only off in the distance, so that speech is just sonic texture, like the barking of dogs, the bleating of goats and the rustling of leaves in the wind. Language, and human activity in general, is abstracted in the film, marginalized, so that the fate of a man is no more important than the fate of a goat or a tree.
With landscapes, compositions and narrative pace that all resemble a picture postcard, Le Quattro Volte is art with a capital “A.” As a film it can neither be generally recommended, or recommended against. It’s intended for a specialized audience of aesthetes and film critics, and it’s a movie that’s unlikely to transcend that demographic. If you’re at all intrigued by the description above, you’ll probably want to check it out. But if you have your doubts about whether you can stand staring at the screen while an ant slowly crawls across a shepherd’s craggy face for minutes on end, then watching this movie will seem like taking medicine: you may sense it’s good for you, but you’re sure to grimace trying to get it down.
WHAT THE CRITICS SAY:
SATURDAY SHORT: MORPHO TOWERS — TWO STANDING SPIRALS (2007)
Ferrofluid rises and spins hypnotically around two magnetized spiral towers in this ballet of liquid metal. Read the technical details of how they did it here.