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47th Karlovy Vary International Film Festival - Day Four: Garrone’s 'Reality,' Loznitsa's 'In the Fog' & Hillcoat's 'Lawless'

Photo of Meredith Brody By Meredith Brody | Thompson on Hollywood July 5, 2012 at 1:29PM

“Piazza Fontana” is a relentless investigation of the events surrounding a politically-motivated explosion at a bank in Rome on December 12, 1969. It’s reminiscent of Hollywood docudramas such as “Call Northside 777." I feel guilty, as in this is a stylized movie that actually has commercial prospects outside the art house and festival circuit.

As a gift to myself, I “sleep in,” which means I don’t force myself awake, bolt three cups of coffee, and rush out to an 8:30 or 9 a.m screening. Instead I wake up in a more leisurely fashion and write in my room. Then I bolt three cups of coffee and rush out to stand in the rush line for an 11:30 a.m. screening in the big Festival Hall of Matteo Garrone’s Cannes entry “Reality.”  

Inside the theater I run into my old friend and alternative press colleague Dan Sallitt, who’s here with his third feature film, “The Unspeakable Act.” He’s already in love with Karlovy Vary, both the town (which my Indiewire colleague Jessica Kiang called “obscenely picturesque” in one of her posts) and the festival. He arrived late last night, and headed out at 11, in the vague hopes of finding some food, right into the amazing sideshow carnival atmosphere of bars and food stalls lining the promenade between the Thermal and the river.  It’s the most festive festival he’s ever been to.

I saw his film on DVD, back in the Bay Area, before I knew it was playing here (it debuted at the Edinburgh Film Festival, which means that it can’t play at Karlovy Vary in competition, and also played at the BAMcinématek in Brooklyn). I liked the deadpan dramedy about the real love that “can’t speak its name,” incest, with an especially impressive performance from lead actress Tallie Medel, whose debut this is. I’d much rather have seen it on the big screen of course, especially here, where I’ve found the audiences among the best in the world, intensely directed towards the screen, quiet and focused. There’s only the occasional unwelcome glow of a cellphone. Dan, who also writes about film, understands the film geek’s compulsive need to see fresh celluloid. Feed me! We both hope I’ll get another chance to see “The Unspeakable Act” on the big screen.

“Reality” has an entirely different tone than “Gomorrah,” the modern-day crime film that considerably raised Garrone's profile on the international film scene. It’s a comedy (with tears) about the reality-tv culture that’s deforming society. I love its bright colors, swift opening pace, crowded shots, assured acting (I’m reminded, again, of the strong Italian faces seen in yesterday’s Taviani brothers film, “Cesare deve morire,” not to mention the inevitable Fellini comparisons, that turn up in the program-book blurb.) I am myself something of a victim of reality-tv culture – just check the Season Passes on my TiVo.  CBS takes its Big Brother franchise seriously enough to file a lawsuit against ABC’s Glass House, about to debut on ABC.

The film slows down and loses its way a bit in its second half, and its ending, such as it is (once again I want to say it doesn’t end so much as stop), is somewhat anticlimactic.

'In The Fog'
'In The Fog'

I walk right out and get right back in the rush line for “V’Tumaine”  at 2:00 p.m. It’s a.k.a. “In the Fog,” by the Byelorussian Sergei Loznitsa, which won the FIPRESCI critic’s prize at this year’s Cannes festival. It’s a dark, serious, well-acted and compelling drama about collaboration and betrayal between Russians and Germans in a small Russian village occupied by the Germans during WW II. I tell the woman sitting next to me that I think it’s ironic that the film itself is a collaboration between German and Russian production companies (among others), but she doesn’t seem to agree. After all, 1942 was 70 years ago!  

Waiting (again) in the rush line for the 5:30 screening of “Romanzo di uno strago” (aka “Piazza Fontana: The Italian Conspiracy,” by Marco Tullio Giordano), I’m given a hard ticket by a woman who has an extra, at the last minute.  She gives me a brief tutorial on ticketing for the big Festival Hall, which I’ve yet to understand because the rush line is let in after all the remaining seats are opened up. It sees that advance tickets for this room have assigned seating, but if you’re not in place 5 minutes before the movie starts, all bets are off and not only can the rushees sit anywhere, hard-ticket holders who don’t like their seats can move. A fairly polite melee ensues. In virtually every screening I’ve been to, the room ends up full (even overfull, with people sitting on steps or along the walls) or very close to it.

“Piazza Fontana” is a relentless investigation of the events surrounding a politically-motivated explosion at a bank in Rome on December 12, 1969. It’s reminiscent of Hollywood docudramas such as “Call Northside 777,” but in a stylized fashion. I enjoy it so much that I feel a little guilty, as in this is a movie that actually has commercial prospects outside the art house and festival circuit. It’s the first movie in the dozen-film official competition that I’m seeing here (I saw the psychological drama “Nos Vemos Papa,” by Lucia Carreras of Mexico, in Morelia last October.)

As it turns out, I’m staying in the main hall all day, which is less of a failure of imagination on my part than an addiction to the huge screen, excellent audience, and impeccable projection.  At 8 p.m., I see another film in the official competition, “Kamihate shoten” (“Kamihate Store,” byb Tatsuya Yamamoto of Japan). Before the movie, the director and some of his colleagues are introduced onstage. The lead actress, Keiko Takahashi, a glamorous woman of a certain age, comes out in the first full-on red carpet gown I’ve seen here, a long burgundy fishtail number with art-nouveau black embroidery and a low-cut back enhanced with layers of black-embroidered ruffles. She’s really working it, too, walking slowly, more like a Ziegfeld girl than a runway model.

This article is related to: Guest Blogger, Festivals, Karlovy Vary International Film Festival, Foreign, Lawless, In the Fog, Reality

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Born and raised in Manhattan, Anne Thompson grew up going to the Thalia and The New Yorker and wound up at grad Cinema Studies at NYU. She worked at United Artists and Film Comment before heading west as that magazine's west coast editor. She wrote for the LA Weekly, Sight and Sound, Empire, The New York Times and Entertainment Weekly before serving as West Coast Editor of Premiere. She wrote for The Washington Post, The London Observer, Wired, More, and Vanity Fair, and did staff stints at The Hollywood Reporter and Variety. She eventually took her blog Thompson on Hollywood to Indiewire. She taught film criticism at USC Critical Studies, and continues to host the fall semester of “Sneak Previews” for UCLA Extension.