Showing posts with label Fairytales. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fairytales. Show all posts
Friday, 30 June 2017
Valerie and Her Week of Wonders (1970)
Adapted from the novel by poet Vítězslav Nezval, Valerie and Her Week of Wonders bears all the hallmarks of the liberated Czech New Wave, even though the irony is that, by the time it went into production, the nation had been subjected to a Soviet invasion that ruthlessly and violently brought it back into line with the Mother Russia. The film, like the novel before it, is a fantasy inspired by the Gothic movement and the dark, traditional fairytales that have so enchanted generations of Europeans throughout the centuries. But it also incorporated other influences, such as Lewis Carrol's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, and FW Murnau's Nosferatu, all of which the film's director, Jaromil Jireš, faithfully adds to the pot.
The structure of the film is essentially an episodic string of surrealist dreams from the highly active, subconscious mind of our young heroine, the eponymous Valerie, played by Jaroslava Schallerová (and looking at times not unlike the teenage Kate Bush in the Carrol-esque photos taken by her brother John Carder Bush). That these dreams take on an increasing sexual nature are indicative of the great change presenting itself in reality to Valerie, as it is the week she has begun menstruating and therefore is becoming a woman.
In the main, Valerie operates as a bystander to the weird and dark tableaus she finds herself, and these present the growing realisation she has of her relations and friends as sexual beings, complete with phallic and erotic imagery. In each scenario Valerie is never far from three consistent figures; her religious, repressive grandmother, a poetic, Puckish young man known as Eagle, and the vampiric Weasel, and what it is each represents to Valerie is often interchangeable. For example, Weasel can be the Nosferatu-like vampire who feasts on the blood of chickens, a corrupt and lustful bishop, or a handsome red headed man who is identified as Valerie's father. He seems to be a metaphor for male authority in Valerie's life; be it the bogeyman of fantasy or a very real sexual threat, or simply a paternal figure. He could even serve as a representation of Russia; old, authoritative and unforgiving in the nature of youth. Likewise, Eagle is identified both as a potential suitor Valerie falls for and also her estranged brother, and incest is clearly not a concern for either of them. It's no coincidence either that his youthful spirit allies itself to Valerie in this strange world. Lastly her grandmother is also endlessly shifting, moving through the familial roles, from grandmother to her mother and even appearing as a glamourous provocative cousin (and accomplice to Weasel's vampire) to awaken Valerie's lesbian side.
Whatever Valerie faces, she moves from each scenario seemingly unscathed and unaffected, often thanks to her earrings which are decreed in this fantasy as having special powers that keep her safe. Valerie remains pure, but the sexual nature of others seems to come alive at night, when the restrictive cloak of respectability religion and authority falls away.
Valerie and Her Week of Wonders offers so much to consider that it is actually quite hard for me right now to pin down what it is I actually think of it. I'm not altogether sure it's a success for me, and the fact that this is arguably the first Czech New Wave film to disappoint me (however slightly) pains me, but it has left me with much to consider and, should I return to it, I think I'll have a more definite answer one way or another. Maybe, like Valerie herself, I will have to sleep on it. Though it's a shame to think that the morning Valerie woke up to was the dawning of the age of immobility in the kingdom of forgetting.
Sunday, 26 April 2015
Hansel & Gretel : Witch Hunters (2013)
Tommy Wirkola is a prime example of a non mainstream quirky and original talent 'emigrating' to the US and getting totally lost in the Hollywood machine.
In his native Norway he created the deeply trashy but rather fun horror B-movie, Dead Snow, whose strapline 'Undead Nazi Bastards' is still one I enjoy as being a prime example of calling a spade a spade. However something got terribly lost in translation for his first US film, Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters, though it is baffling to think just how it managed to go so disastrously wrong.
The film has a great cast; the divine Gemma Arterton, Jeremy Renner, Famke Janssen and Peter Stormare, a bigger budget than Wirkola had previously experienced, and a release date which meant it was riding high on the wave of the latest penchant for steampunk and revisionist fairy tales, which with the tantalising possibility of such fare being handled by a Norwegian whose childhood was no doubt steeped in such stories and myths, surely meant we were in for an enjoyable ride?
But this was a back firing non starter of a knackered old jalopy.
So why was it so crappy?
Wirkola’s film takes the classic Grimm fairytale of a young brother and sister lost in the woods who arrive at a gingerbread house and are immediately in danger for their lives thanks to an evil cannibal witch. His spin is that thanks to this admittedly traumatising experiences the siblings grew up to become ruthless and merciless witch hunters, determined to rid the Medieval European villages of witches. Now, whether you buy into this rather bombastic development and premise depends on what your gauge is for silly when it comes to entertainment but I for one was fully prepared and hoping for something not unlike the classic kitsch 70s Hammer Horror Captain Kronos: Vampire Hunter. But sadly what we get is actually a rather empty, loud whizz bang affair that struggles to keep its feet in two camps; the quirky Euro sensibility Wirkola naturally has and the desire to please the American popcorn market, with a liberal dash of emo.
This is especially prominent in the fact that British actress Arterton has to deliver her lines in a rather poor and restless US accent to fit alongside Renner as her sibling, as opposed to Renner adopting some RP English like her Prince Of Persia co-star Jake Gyllenhaal had done. This wouldn't be too bad if both stars had a little chemistry in their ass kicking partnership but they do not - though they seemed to have more off screen when appearing on The Graham Norton Show - and, though they equip themselves very well in the action stakes (I especially enjoyed Arterton headbutting Stormare) at times it feels like they're performing in different films. Somewhere the story - such as it is - gets lost too and there's little for an audience to invest in at all beyond the next CGI heavy set piece and glib one liner.
Maybe if this was produced in his native country for a fraction of the budget with complete unknowns it could have been another cult favourite, but in the big spotlight of Hollywood its just a flimsy, barely considered mess.
It perhaps comes as no surprise that Wirkola's next venture after this flop was a sequel to Dead Snow.
In his native Norway he created the deeply trashy but rather fun horror B-movie, Dead Snow, whose strapline 'Undead Nazi Bastards' is still one I enjoy as being a prime example of calling a spade a spade. However something got terribly lost in translation for his first US film, Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters, though it is baffling to think just how it managed to go so disastrously wrong.
The film has a great cast; the divine Gemma Arterton, Jeremy Renner, Famke Janssen and Peter Stormare, a bigger budget than Wirkola had previously experienced, and a release date which meant it was riding high on the wave of the latest penchant for steampunk and revisionist fairy tales, which with the tantalising possibility of such fare being handled by a Norwegian whose childhood was no doubt steeped in such stories and myths, surely meant we were in for an enjoyable ride?
But this was a back firing non starter of a knackered old jalopy.
So why was it so crappy?
Wirkola’s film takes the classic Grimm fairytale of a young brother and sister lost in the woods who arrive at a gingerbread house and are immediately in danger for their lives thanks to an evil cannibal witch. His spin is that thanks to this admittedly traumatising experiences the siblings grew up to become ruthless and merciless witch hunters, determined to rid the Medieval European villages of witches. Now, whether you buy into this rather bombastic development and premise depends on what your gauge is for silly when it comes to entertainment but I for one was fully prepared and hoping for something not unlike the classic kitsch 70s Hammer Horror Captain Kronos: Vampire Hunter. But sadly what we get is actually a rather empty, loud whizz bang affair that struggles to keep its feet in two camps; the quirky Euro sensibility Wirkola naturally has and the desire to please the American popcorn market, with a liberal dash of emo.
This is especially prominent in the fact that British actress Arterton has to deliver her lines in a rather poor and restless US accent to fit alongside Renner as her sibling, as opposed to Renner adopting some RP English like her Prince Of Persia co-star Jake Gyllenhaal had done. This wouldn't be too bad if both stars had a little chemistry in their ass kicking partnership but they do not - though they seemed to have more off screen when appearing on The Graham Norton Show - and, though they equip themselves very well in the action stakes (I especially enjoyed Arterton headbutting Stormare) at times it feels like they're performing in different films. Somewhere the story - such as it is - gets lost too and there's little for an audience to invest in at all beyond the next CGI heavy set piece and glib one liner.
Maybe if this was produced in his native country for a fraction of the budget with complete unknowns it could have been another cult favourite, but in the big spotlight of Hollywood its just a flimsy, barely considered mess.
It perhaps comes as no surprise that Wirkola's next venture after this flop was a sequel to Dead Snow.
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Monday, 14 April 2014
The Singing Ringing Tree (1957)
"The Singing Ringing Tree used to make me pee my pants when I was a kid"
- Paul Whitehouse, comedian.
Small wonder then that, to get over the psychological scars he received from watching the East German export as a child, he went on to skit it with 'The Singing Ringing Binging Plinging Tinging Plinking Plonking Boinging Tree' in The Fast Show.
If you were a child in the 1960s and 70s chances are you have a similar memory to Paul's. The Singing Ringing Tree was a summer holidays perennial, broadcast under the umbrella 'Tales For Europe', and no doubt an attempt to counterbalance the American influences British schoolchildren received elsewhere on TV.
Being a little bit younger, a child of the 80s, I don't think I ever actually saw it (I do remember The Flashing Blade however) but its legend is one I'm very familiar with and I've seen many clips and The Fast Show's skit to get the gist.
Today was my first real experience of it.
Watching it with 34 year old eyes means the terror it struck upon children on the hot and sticky summer mornings of the 1960s passed me by.
I should also point out that I watched it sober and drug free, so I've had none of that ironic post modern 'wow this is really trippy stuff' experiences either. Though I should add its trippy enough without the aid of alcohol and narcotics!
Whilst I may have missed the actual fear I may have experienced if I viewed this as a child, I could still appreciate it for a traditional Grimms Fairytale affair (not the Disneyfied stuff you understand, but the proper unsettling morality fable which featured true evil lurking on the periphery of the happy ever afters and handsome princes who would sexually assault those sleeping beauties to allegedly save the day) featuring a prince who is turned into a bear and a spoilt princess who is turned into a harridan before realising the error of her ways in life. And the person responsible for this trickery? A truly malevolent and creepy dwarf. The message is surprisingly free of political bias as one might expect of a production from a Cold War rival and is pure and in keeping with Grimm; be nice to people or something will bad will happen to you and believe in honest feelings.
The Singing Ringing Tree was made in 1957 yet, thanks to its traditional values, its still a strong piece of well crafted entertainment. The inspired production design is a key factor here, whilst the glorious technicolour cinematography of strong primary hues, makes the costumes and landscape of the mythical kingdom heavily redolent of that other classic fairytale, MGM's The Wizard Of Oz.
If perhaps The Wizard of Oz was made by David Lynch that is.
Tuesday, 6 August 2013
Peau d'Âne aka Donkey Skin (1970)
Beautiful photo of the beatiful, but barely visible, Catherine Deneuve in Jacques Demy's 1970 fairytale Peau d'Âne aka Donkey Skin
It's a frothy French fairytale that can be summed up thus....
Quite!
It's a fairytale without the Disney sentiment and censorship.
Deneuve looks divine in this, a lesser - though still enjoyable - collaboration with Demy.
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