The
opening film of the festival, Occupy the Imagination: Tales
of Seduction and Reduction, certainly embodies that mentality.
Directed by Rodrigo Dorfman, son of Chilean-American academic,
writer, and human rights activist Ariel Dorfman, the movie takes
on an essayistic form as the younger Dorfman traces his family
history back to the Chilean Revolution of the early 1970s, finding
echoes of its democratic insurgency in the contemporary Occupy
Wall Street movement. Utilizing his father’s radical text
How to Read Donald Duck, a Marxist analysis of Disney
comics, as a jumping off point, Dorfman examines the turbulent
and violent history of Chile’s authoritarian rule under
General Augusto Pinochet, focusing on individual stories of
torture and bloodshed by the military government. Though he
stumbles a bit when attempting to link up the far-more-compelling
Chilean anecdotes with the Occupy Wall Street protests, Dorfman’s
use of juxtapositional montage and subliminal imagery to encapsulate
his anti-capitalist thesis is pitch-perfect, and the talking-head
interviews he compiles (including with his father, now a professor
at Duke University) are informative without becoming didactic.
As a highly personal bit of essay-filmmaking, it’s deeply
affecting.
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Alex Rivera’s
Sleep Dealer, which premiered at the 2008 Sundance
Film Festival, is not the sort of film usually screened by Cinema
Politica: it’s not a documentary, but rather a narrative
feature, and more precisely a work of science-fiction. Set in
the prescient near-future, it concerns a young Mexican man who,
after a personal tragedy, makes his way to Tijuana in order
to find work and support his family, becoming a kind of futuristic
labourer by operating construction robots remotely. In keeping
with the political quality of the festival, the film is quite
overt about its leanings, sardonically tackling drone warfare,
illegal immigration and third-world outsourcing in a manner
not unlike the best of Gilliam or Verhoeven. However, Rivera’s
methods are not nearly as accomplished as those aforementioned
auteurs, perhaps owing to the relatively miniscule budget of
the work, and his film’s cheap-looking digital effects
and low-rent production design certainly does the political
messaging no favours. It’s not necessarily a requirement
that sci-fi films possess stunning visuals and dazzling vistas,
but for a low-budget futuristic work, something less showy and
more realistic would have sufficed.
After the screening,
the director was present for a short Q&A, where he discussed
his inspirations behind the film and his intentions with the
work. Spawning out of Rivera’s own observation about the
inherent contradiction between growing telecommuting and increasingly
closed national borders (especially between Mexico and the United
States), Sleep Dealer is a way of reconciling this
discrepancy by having transient foreign workers essentially
telecommute across the border. Furthermore, subplots about the
privatization of public services (such as something as elemental
as water) and the restriction of emigration grew out of contemporary
issues analogous to such, and the director’s fear of these
issues growing into actual policy. But as the film is a sci-fi,
futuristic work, and not necessarily beholden to current events,
Rivera was free to speculate and postulate about potential economic
and geopolitical developments, imagining what life could be
like a decade from now. Rivera also claims that his film was
possibly the first future-set film to be located in the, as
he calls it, “Global South,” i.e. not in Canada,
the United States, or Europe. While the truthfulness of this
declaration may be questioned, it’s important to note
that Sleep Dealer is one of the few sci-fi works to
portray the future from an alternate, non-first-world perspective.
If for no other reason than this, it’s an important inclusion
in the Encuentro program, despite the genre trappings.
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Returning
to Cinema Politica’s documentary-first credo, the hour-long
Cantadoras: Memorias de vida y muerte en Colombia (roughly
translated, Singers: Memories of life and death in Colombia)
is a non-narrative look at five black Colombian women who use
song and music as a form of resistance against racial oppression
and gender inequality. These women, who sing while they work
at cutting down banana trees and cleaning fish, are descendants
of African slaves and proud of their Negro heritage, participating
in ancestral rites and contemporary traditions. The film, directed
by María Fernanda Carrillo Sánchez, takes a mostly
observational approach, depicting the women’s quotidian
activities without any voiceover narration or relational editing
pattern. Though this method leads to a nearly objective viewpoint,
the ostensible goal of any documentary, it also results in a
rather uninteresting and monotonous work, failing to hold the
attention of viewers for its entire runtime.
A different fusion
of music and documentary is presented in the ten-minute short
film The Ballad of Crowfoot, produced by the National
Film Board of Canada in 1968. Directed by Mi’kmaq filmmaker
and musician Willie Dunn, it consists of a montage of still
photos and newspaper clippings concerning the titular Blackfoot
chief, set to a folk ballad performed by Dunn himself. With
the imagery cut in time to the song, it is one of the earliest
examples of the contemporary music video form, although its
serious subject matter and solemn tone grant it a cultural importance
that cannot hope to be topped by the latest Lady Gaga monstrosity.
Dunn’s words and rhymes are nothing groundbreaking, but
it’s the manner in which he edits the archival photographs
together that makes the most impact, telling the tragic story
of Crowfoot and the Native American people through cross-cutting
and song. Like most tales of First Nations mistreatment, it’s
a sobering, infuriating work, and Dunn’s measured, low-key
intonations only make it all the more incensing.
Keeping with the
theme of First Nations history, the multiplatform project
TimeTraveller™ is a unique look at the aboriginal
experience and identity. Taking the form of nine machinima (a
form of computer-generated animation) episodes, it follows a
22nd century Mohawk man, Hunter, as he utilizes futuristic technology
to explore the history and heritage of his people, visiting
such past events as the Oka Crisis of 1990 and the occupation
of Alcatraz Island in 1969. Though the style of animation used
lends the material a low-rent, amateurish feel (it resembles
mid-‘90s computer games more than anything else), the
level of introspection and self-analysis is thorough and impressive,
granting the project a cultural importance not indicated by
the animated form. As Hunter travels through time, from the
Aztec Empire of the 15th century to 19th century Indian massacres
to imagined future history (which includes both Quebec separation
and indigenous sovereignty), he comes to understand the ancestry
and significance of both the Mohawk people and Native Americans
in general; as he journeys, so too do we.
Another side of
Canadian Aboriginal identity is presented in the NFB documentary
Finding Dawn, directed by Métis filmmaker Christine
Welsh. Using the mass disappearance of Native women from Vancouver’s
Downtown Eastside as a jumping off point, the director/narrator
resolves to investigate a single missing woman – Dawn
Crey – after her DNA remains were found on the farm of
notorious serial killer Robert Pickton. Following the trail
to Crey’s brother, a Native rights activist, Welsh eventually
tells the stories of two other missing Aboriginal women –
one in British Columbia, one in Saskatchewan – as well
as several others who had been assaulted but managed to survive.
In discovering this vast network of victimized and vanished
Native women across Western Canada, Welsh uncovers a legacy
of violence and discrimination (both racial and sexual), doing
her part to prevent it via information dissemination and subtle
moralizing. In this way, the film is vital more as a piece of
news journalism than personal essay-filmmaking, although it’s
clearly effective as both.
An analogous story
is told in the Mexican documentary Missing Young Woman,
directed by Mexican-American filmmaker Lourdes Portillo and
about the rash of unsolved female murders in the border city
of Cuidad Juárez, which lies across the Rio Grande from
El Paso, Texas. As in Finding Dawn, Portillo takes
an investigative approach to the disappearances and deaths of
hundreds of young women, many of them assembly line workers
or prostitutes, but the film is less concerned with the cultural
treatment of a single ethnic group than the blatant injustice
done toward females of a lower economic class. The director
– an award-winning documentarian for more than 30 years
– presents a myriad of suspects and motives for the mass
killings, but mostly focuses on the systemic corruption and
malfeasance of the Juárez police department, which was
likely directed involved in the murders. As such, it’s
much angrier and less serene than its Canadian counterpart,
metaphorically shaking with rage as it details the fundamental
failings and illegality of the very public service designed
to uphold the law.
As a whole, then,
the documentaries and feature films accompanying Encuentro 2014
do revolve around a central theme: the attempted empowerment
of disenfranchised and persecuted minorities, whether they be
indigenous peoples, third-world citizens, or simply underprivileged
women. From the mean streets of Chile to the dark forests of
British Columbia, and from the 19th century Great Plains to
a futuristic cityscape, these works traverse time and space
in order to tell their stories of oppressed individuals trying
to best societal inequality. Occasionally they succeed (notably
in the sole fictional features, Sleep Dealer and TimeTraveller),
but frequently they become even more downtrodden by the degradation
of the world around them. But despite this intrinsic corruption
of the most basic social orders, these individuals continue
their missions of progress, valiantly struggling to change the
planet even as it works to suppress and quash their ideals.
If nothing else, it’s deeply inspiring.