Occasionally, I admit, I pause the film to check the internet for more information on Adachi’s career and the filmographies of his collaborators (including Nagisa Oshima and Koji Wakamatsu), and background info on the political actions described. (If I’d seen the movie on the big screen, I would have headed to the Internet as soon as I got home, as I did for example – really! – after I saw both the San Francisco Silent Film Festival’s amazing presentation of Abel Gance’s “Napoleon” and the SFIFF’s opening night film “Farewell, My Queen.” I’m old enough, kiddies, to still find it marvelous that so much information is to be found at our fingertips within seconds.)
Next up is a Swedish documentary with the oddly pleasing title “Women with Cows,” which has intrigued me with a sentence in the catalogue entry: “ ‘Grey Gardens’ with cows.” Although the two sisters of the title are locked in a folie à deux, neither of them demonstrate the mad facility with language that helps make “Grey Gardens” so unforgettable nearly 40 years after the fact (not to mention the glamorous Jackie Kennedy connection). The crux of the madness is that one sister, painfully bent double by age and injuries, insists on keeping and milking many cows, despite the inherent difficulties and financial folly, while the other seems unable to dissuade her. The bucolic Swedish countryside, beautiful in spring and summer and forbidding in winter, is a seductive backdrop to a story that seems padded at 93 minutes. Its ending contains a mild surprise (hint: that’s why they call them enablers).
The last entry in my homemade triple bill is a Belgian/France/Luxembourg co-production, “The Giants.” Young brothers (15 and 13, though they seem even younger), left to their own devices without family or resources in the home of their dead grandparents in the countryside while their mother works elsewhere, get into increasing trouble when a pal introduces them to predatory drug dealers. Things briskly go from bad to worse. This modern-day fairy tale straight out of the Brothers (very) Grimm features an unexpected cameo star turn of a not-quite-fairy-godmother, who unexpectedly does not save the day. The indeterminate ending, very Huck Finn, begs a sequel: "The Giants Part Deux."
My homemade triple bill leaves me just enough time to get over to a restaurant in the Castro, Canela Bistro Bar, where the Festival is hosting a reception for Judy Davis. I arrive to find Festival Mel Novikoff honoree Pierre Rissient holding court at a corner table, and I join him. As a satellite, I thereby become the unexpected beneficiary of not only plates of hors d’oeuvres (delicious flatbreads, sausage, and Spanish tortilla omelets, which are good enough to prompt a possible return visit to the place), brought to the table rather than snatched on the fly, and, even more delightful, when Davis arrives, she joins Pierre, who has known her since “My Beautiful Career” premiered at Cannes.
This enables me to tell her, with complete honesty, that she’s one of the film artists whose presence alone is enough to make me go see a movie. She demurs, gracefully, and says “That’s quite a responsibility,” but I tell her she’s never let me down. Close up, she looks considerably younger than her 57 years (it’s two days after her birthday), as well as untouched by the surgeon’s hand. She’s wearing a tricky sleeveless black dress that suggests an avant-garde Japanese designer, and a similarly arty twisted silver necklace; they’re her clothes, one feels, not some stylist’s idea of Festival glam. She’s brought her tall, long-haired, fourteen-year-old daughter, Charlotte, to San Francisco, who cheerfully admits that she intends to go into acting.