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June 12, 2010
After Dogma, Seen From Sweden
by Mikael Larsson

Presentation at the INTERFILM seminar "Dogma and Beyond" in Copenhagen, June 10-13, 2010

What does the Swedish film landscape look like 15 years after the proclamation of the Dogme 95 manifesto? What’s the impact of this movement? How has it influenced Swedish cinema? What I will offer today is a personal account of Dogme’s imprints on a few Swedish films and filmmakers. In order to do that, I will begin with some reflections on the manifest and how it can be understood, in cultural and theological terms. I will also say something about how the Dogme movement has been received by Swedish critics.

What is Dogme 95? The suggestions have been many. A cynical hoax to get publicity and make money or an idealistic crusade against bourgeois individualism manifested through the conventional Hollywood genre film. Is it the most radical film-making movement since the French new wave or is it a contradictive rip-off of the same movement? I would say that Dogme 95 is an expression of both idealism and pragmatism. It is an aesthetic ideal and a politically motivated movement. It could be described as a commercial brand, an industry, which produced no less than 34 movies from all over the world until the certificate was made available in 2002. It could also be described as a form of art installation, a minutely planned spectacle extended in time for more than a decade, to which the provoked reactions are part of the oeuvre. It is not irrelevant to describe it as a form of joke, although a thoroughly serious one, about what films ought to be made and why.

The manifesto is permeated with religious language, which I cannot resist from commenting. It begins with a call for resurrection of the movie, supposedly dead since the 1960s. The ten rules are labelled Vows of Chastity. This should not be misunderstood as mere cosmetics. The idea behind the manifesto could be understood in analogy with the Christian monastic tradition. Through abstinence one gains freedom or creativity. By saying no to the excesses to the world, one reaches authenticity as a believer or as a filmmaker. Furthermore, the denunciation of the director as an artist echoes of the Christian mystics’ denunciation of the self. The final claim to seek the truth, rather than personal success or artistic integrity, points beyond the horizon of the individual. Moreover, the impossibility of the quest, refraining from personal taste, also echoes of the Gospel of the Mount, be perfect!

In other words, film-making is serious business. Lars von Trier and his brethren could thus join hands with the Swedish author and theologian Lars Hartman, who in 1952 stated the following:

“The Great task of the Beaux Arts is not to put a vase of flowers in the office or let the dancers distract some busy sultan. The Arts should not adorn reality, but uncover it down to its bones. They should break the devilish circle of illusions by stating it.”

Understood in this way, the manifesto contributes two important impulses to film-makers. The first is a set of very specific pragmatic rules, which enables directors to do film differently, without huge budgets, focusing on the story and the actors, stimulating an acting style closer to real life, and to non-verbal communication. The second is a more general impulse to think outside the box, to capture the adventure or tragedy of ordinary life. Åke Sandgren, Swedish director of the Danish dogme film Truly Human, has said that Dogma is a “resuscitation of the political cinema”. I understand this to be consistent with Hartman’s view on Culture and Religion. The task of these twin brothers is not to mollify the people but to challenge them. Doing so, might also have political ramifications. Thus, the war on the mainstream film is not simply a matter of taste, but part of the quest for truth.

It is clear to me that the Dogma project belongs to very particular contexts. To begin with, it is part of a new wave of realism in Danish cinema. And it is also part of a history of film-manifestos with numerous predecessors as well as successors. It could furthermore be perceived as a part of Lars von Trier’s multifaceted yet consistently playful and ever-changing artistry. At the same time, it has become an international movement, serving as a form of anti-establishment guerrilla group, or as “a small nations’ response to globalisation” as Mette Hjort puts it in the introduction to the anthology Purity and Provocation. Dogme 95.

How then has the dogme manifesto been received and interpreted in Sweden, the country of Ingmar Bergman, another small nation, which is both similar to and different from Denmark? Making no claims to comprehensiveness, I have made some observations based on 20 something articles on the dogma phenomenon in the major Swedish newspapers from the last decade. To begin with, I was surprised that there has been so little debate and that so few connections have been made between dogme manifesto and Swedish film. Above all, I have not seen any deeper analyses of the ideological aspects of the project. A general observation is that the phenomenon evokes respect as well as envy. Some critics question the originality of the concept, what’s really new here? Would e.g. Italian for beginners be worse with a steady camera? Other critics applaud the strategic smartness and combined effort of the Danish film industry and bemoan the inefficacy of the Swedish counterpart, i.e., before the Millennium hype. In 2008 the Danes Film Institute launched a campaign called Raw Film, giving relatively small amounts to many projects, very much in consistency with the dogme ideals. In contrast, the strategy of the Swedish Film Institute is to give more money to fewer projects. Comparisons between the Swedish and Danish film industries above all have to do with the commercial success of the latter, a fact that could be seen as proof that dogme’s analysis of the state of affairs is correct.

Of the 34 official dogme films, only one is Swedish, Vladan Zdravkovic’s Babylon from 2001. The film has not received international distribution and it is not considered as one of the important or memorable ones. Yet, although very few Swedes have attempted to follow the rules, I would suggest that several have been inspired to think differently, to make films about ordinary life, i.e., to follow what I labelled as the second impulse of the manifesto. In the following I will try to show how this has been accomplished.

Summarizing a decade of Swedish film is a daunting task. In the time span after dogme, I would say that two Swedish film makers stand out from the rest: Lukas Moodysson and Roy Andersson. When 26 Swedish film critics ranked the ten best Swedish films of the past decade (in FLM), Moodysson and Andersson were the only film makers with two titles each on the list.

Lukas Moodysson
Lukas Moodysson is the angry poet who turned film director. His debut film, Fucking Åmål, came in 1998, the same year as Vinterberg’s The Celebration and von Trier’s The Idiots. It is a story about two teenage girls in the god-forsaken small town Åmål, where one of the girls is in love with the other. Being a 14 year-old and gay in the Swedish country-side is not an easy thing, certainly not in 1998. Moodysson tells this story with great subtlety and authenticity. I would say that Fucking Åmål follows the intention of the dogme manifesto in that it is about reality, forcing the truth out of characters and settings that rarely have been depicted before. In accordance to the rules, it contains no superficial action. In terms of form, the use of hand-camera and fast cuts is frequent although not constant. The film music is produced by a Swedish contemporary pop group that the two girls could have liked. Although not in accordance to the rules, I would say that the music contributes to the film’s sense of authenticity.

Moodysson’s next film, Together, came in 2000. It is set in a hippie collective in the 1970s. The movie could be described as an exploration of the meaning of love and community. The idea of the “free love” of the collective is juxtaposed with the possessive ownership of an abusive husband. Together is definitely a romantic comedy and the script is not too original. And in terms of form, the hand-camera is rare. Above all, Together was praised for its costume, scenarios and dialogue, perfectly capturing the atmosphere of the 70s.  Although Together represents a movement away from the dogme ideal in comparison with Fucking Åmål, it remains true to the idea of presenting a part of “reality”, the shortcomings and benefits of the idealistic Left.

Lilja 4 ever (2002) is Moodysson’s first overtly political film, dealing with the issue of trafficking. The film follows the life of 16 year old Lilja and her trail through the sexual slave chain from Russia to Sweden. It is definitely a “feel bad” movie with no pauses of hope for the audience. Lilja is abandoned by everyone, her mother, her best friend, her boyfriend, her “employer” etc.. and the movie ends with Lilja committing suicide. Upon its release, Moodysson said that he wanted to change the world through the film and it was also shown in the Swedish parliament. Thus, making this film was not only about seeking the truth, but of shovelling the truth down the throats of the privileged middle-class audience and forcing it to do something about it. This is not the first film on the sex trade, but it is perhaps the first film on the issue consistently told from the girl’s perspective. The numerous intercourses are filmed from her perspective. The audience sees what Lilja sees, i.e., the faces of the men. 

Moodysson’s first three films were praised by the critics and they also became commercial successes. His next step was a move away from the big audiences, towards a more experimental approach to making films.

In 2003 he made a documentary together with Stefan Jarl about the riots at the EU meeting in Gothenburg, Terrorists – The kids they sentenced. The purpose with the film was to give voice to the young people who were sent to prison for their violent protests against the European Union and against Globalisation. Moodysson makes no effort to hide his own political conviction. He stands on the side of the protesters, a fact made explicit through rhetorical questions, jokes about the government etc… Clips from war sites or global environmental disasters are juxtaposed with the interviews, indicating that the different phenomena are part of the same problem, capitalism. Understood in this way, Terrorists may serve as a similar kind of ideological critique as Lilja 4 ever, although expressed in a more explicit fashion. Capitalism turns people into slaves. Through Terrorists, I would say that Moodysson comes close to the political pamphlet. This is a documentary in the same vein as Michael Moore.

Moodysson returned to the theme of the sex industry in his next film, A Hole in My Heart (2004). This is a film about the making of a porno film. It is also a film that lends its aesthetics from reality TV. Lock people up in a small apartment and see what happens. A grown up son is also present in the apartment, as an interfering witness to the human breakdown. A Hole in my Heart appears at first glance to be the very opposite of Lilja 4 ever. This time, the perspective is not the girl’s but above all the porno director’s. It could be described as an exploration of misogyny or as an exposure of the violent destructiveness of the industry, as it appears in the life of three individuals. The film provoked a discussion of ethics, in similarity with the one von Trier faced in shooting Dancer in the Dark. What is a director allowed do with his actors? What is film and what is reality? Is it possible to make a film on sexual humiliation without humiliating the actors involved?

If Lilja 4 ever was a politically correct tool to combat trafficking, A Hole in My Heart is ideologically much more ambivalent and therefore, more painful to watch and perhaps more original in artistic terms. A Hole in my heart is the film where Moodysson comes closest to the dogme ideal, both in terms of form and content. Handcamera is used throughout the movie. Documentary clips from heart and intimate surgery are frequent. The movie is about unveiling a part of reality that all of us know exist, but few of us are personally acquainted with. The film is not just a film. It could also be described as a commentary on or theory of filmmaking, exposing the exploitation of the actors and, perhaps, a voyeuristic tendency in the audience.  The critics were divided on behalf of this movie. Some thought a masterpiece, others considered it a sell-out. Very few saw it, which is no surprise, since it makes Lars von Trier’s Anti-Christ seem like a kids’ tale.

 In 2006, Moodysson took yet another step towards the experimental. Container is an 82 minutes stream-of-consciousness monologue set in small claustrophobic room full of small objects and garbage. The movie shows the inner life of a woman, split in two, one in the body of a man. It could be psychologically disturbed person, suffering from megalomania and self-destructiveness. The theme of sexuality resurfaces of course, combined with religion. Does she think she is the mother of Jesus? If there was little narrative in A Hole in my Heart, there is absolutely no narrative in Container. Container is perhaps more adequately described as a video art than as a feature film. Does it force reality out of its characters and settings? It surely makes ample use of hand camera and it deals with the mundaneness as well as extraordinariness of the human psyche, rarely captured on film. In that sense, Container exhibits dogme like qualities. At the same time, the world of Container is doubtlessly the calculated construction of the director, crammed with symbolical objects, which many would call a particularly “arty” and “sought for” version of reality.

Where do you go from here if you want to surprise your audience? To Hollywood, if you are Lukas Moodysson. Mammuth from 2009 could be described as a light version of Lilja 4 ever. It shows what the system of foreign worker does to, above all, mothers and daughters. Every mother lets her kids down, the New York surgeon, their Philippine maid and the Thai prostitute. When the slacker husband attempts to beat the system, paying the prostitute for not having sex, he ends up sleeping with her in the end all the same. Mammuth is a very far cry from the dogme rules. Moodysson deals with the same issues as he always does, sex and capitalism. This time, however, he operates within the confines of the conventional melodrama, presenting his most predictable movie so far. Is it a coincidence that not only the form but also the moral of the movie appears more conservative? The political edge of Mammuth can be understood as directed at the women. They shouldn’t leave their kids alone.

Through his 7 films in little more than a decade, Lukas Moodysson has earned recognition as one of the more innovative Swedish directors. Consistently exploring the theme of sexuality from different perspectives, he has exposed new parts of reality on the screen. Above all in Fucking Åmål and A Hole in my Heart, he has made use of dogme aesthetics as well as ideals. With the exception of his second film Together, all his films qualify as “feel bad”.

Roy Andersson
Roy Andersson has been less productive, but is perhaps a more internationally renowned director. Following the commercial failure of his second feature film, Giliap in 1975, it took him no less than 25 years to return to the silver screen. In the meantime, he made TV commercials and wrote a book - The fear of seriousness in our time (1997) - where he outlines his artistic as well as political vision. Andersson’s critique of the entertainment business is vehement. To him, art in general and film more specifically, is about exploring human existence. In his inauguration speech at Gothenburg International Film Festival this year, Andersson stated that film is part of our “spiritual heritage”, which is now threatened by the forces of stupidity. In his critique of capitalism, Andersson shares common ground with Moodysson. His critique of the conventional Hollywood film also has much in common with the manifesto brethren. Most specifically through the distaste for the auteur film, or the emphasis on narrative. In terms of form, Roy Andersson’s films appear rather in contrast to the dogme aesthetics. Andersson’s late movies are characterized by long steady shots of carefully constructed environments, without cuts, and with an almost fierce and “unnatural” light as its signum. Yet in contrast to the dogme brethren, Andersson consistently use amateurs rather than professional actors. Although the acting style of the “ordinary people” in Andersson’s movies is different from dogme, it is definitely a way to explore the “authenticity” of real life.

Songs from the second floor (2000) has been described by critics as the strangest movie ever made. That is certainly an exaggeration. The Songs consists of a number of very long shots of ordinary people with no connection to each other. The movie depicts the madness of capitalist society, or the deconstruction of the Swedish welfare state, in a surrealistic or absurd manner which some interpret as comedy. The irrational and cruel market has taken the place of God. The priest has no comfort to offer. The cross is reduced to a commodity, proven to be worthless. A young girl is sacrificed, to no avail. Doubtlessly, the movie is a fierce protest against the contemporary development of society. 

You, the living (2007) is very much constructed in the same manner as Songs from the second floor. This time, the idea of exposing the truth is at the centre. Beneath the polished surface of tradition and economic success, evil abides and injustice rules. The absurdity of the following court scene is telling. The judges drink beer. The defence’s attorney is crying but incompetent, paralyzed by his emotions. At the execution, the audience eats pop-corn, as if they were watching a film, hardly an irrelevant association in this context. How can we combat the culture of stupidity, what is our responsibility as human beings? In one of the strongest scenes, in my view, a woman prays for the greedy. Breaking the convention of the individual intercessory lament in pietism, the woman speaks to God about the evil system, e.g. the sinful executives and the government.

Roy Andersson’s fictional world is full of symbols, loaded with critique of society at large. Yet his films also demonstrate compassion with ordinary people and the belief that resistance is possible. I would say that Andersons’s pathos and use of amateur actors is in line with the ideals of the manifesto, although his artistic vision takes different expressions.

A few number of promising film debuts could in some ways be said to be inspired by dogme. Jesper Ganslandts Falkenberg Farewell from 2006 has been described as the Fucking Åmål for guys. It is about a group of lads in their 30ties who return to the town of their childhood for a last summer. What they do not know is that one of them means this literally. He takes his life in the middle of the film and the rest is about how his mates deal with the sorrow. This is a film showing the ordinariness of grief, and it was selected for competition at the film festivals in Venice and Toronto. But we have seen the story many times before.

Robert Lillhonga’s Hating Gothenborg (2007) is an extreme low-budget movie, who received economic support only for its postproduction. Like Falkenberg Farewell it is a move about boys seeking their identity. In this case, the authoritarian leadership of a gang of unemployed angry young men is challenged by a cheerful cousin, coming back from a trip to India. The film certainly has its qualities, much thanks to its dogme like means of production. But the film lacks in the originality of the script and of the somewhat stereotypical characters.

Another promising movie is Johan Kling’s Darling (2007). It tells the story of the economic and social decline of a young upper-class woman. The film very convincingly shows how little it takes to fall from grace, to be rejected by one’s peers. The film captures the cold inevitability of the system but also that compassion is possible. One could say that Johan Kling deals with the same issues as Roy Andersson, but on an individual level. What does capitalism do this young girl? How is she confined as a human being by the economic system, in failure and success?

When 26 film critics ranked the best Swedish films of the past decade another debut came out first, Ruben Östlund’s Involuntary (2008). And it is a good choice. Involuntary is definitely one of the more original and at the same time provocative Swedish films made since the dogme manifesto days. I would say that it in many ways shares the political vision of Roy Andersson, but that it does so through an innovative visual form, serving as an aesthetic challenge to the dogme rules. Involuntary presents five novellas that only are connected through a common theme, never explicitly defined, which perhaps could be described as the danger of conventionalism, how the individual succumbs to peer pressure, even when he or she knows that it is utterly wrong. Östlund shows that this happens regardless of gender, age or class. A 60-year old man is hit by a rocket at a New Year’s Eve celebration. And he refuses to go the hospital, despite his pains, because he is the host of this party, and cannot step out of this role. A teacher teaches her pupils on the hazards of peer pressure, making an experiment in class to illustrate her point. Shortly hereafter, she watches another teacher who uses violence against a pupil. Is she going to report or not? She finally does so, soon becoming ostracized by her colleagues. A reunion of former soldiers goes wrong. One of the men is sexually harassed. He calls his girlfriend in the middle of the night and asks her to come and get him. She comes but he has changed his mind, his loyalty with the male group is stronger.

Now how are these ordinary but painful life experiences turned into film? No hand-camera is in sight here. Like Roy Andersson, Östlund uses long uncut shots. But the central event occurs in the background. The perspective is that of the distant on-looker, a position which has strong similarities with “real life”. When someone is treated unjustly, we rarely have front-row seats, it happens at the fringes of our own existence. Yet, do we not have a responsibility to act all the same? Ruben Östlund is very subtle in his critique of conformity. But the questions are there for anyone to listen. Involuntary exposes the illusion of individualism in contemporary society. It is also a demanding film to watch, with neither story nor conclusion, with the core events literally difficult to see. Involuntary exhibits no qualms about seriousness, to paraphrase Andersson. Let’s just hope that this was not a one-hit wonder.

I would like to end this presentation with the most recent promising debut. Iranian-born Swedish director Babak Najafi won the Church of Sweden’s film prize in Gothenburg this year for his film Sebbe. It was awarded for best debut in Berlin in February, and it received the ecumenical prize at the Children and Youth film festival at Zlin in June. Sebbe is an emotionally intensive drama about a 15 year old boy who lives with his mother. She is not a good enough mother. Rather, she is a dysfunctional one to say the least, committing her son to severe psychological abuse. Yet she is also herself a victim, of grief, depression, underemployment and isolation.

The jury (consisting of Lisbeth Gustafsson, the new bishop Tuulikki Koivunen Bylund, Mikael Ringlander and Tomas Axelson) found that the movie convincingly depicts the new poverty of the suburbs, the Swedish white trash if you want. The movie thereby shows a part of reality that rarely features in Swedish film. It could be described as in line with the new realism trend in Denmark, although the specific dogme rules not are followed. The chain of events consists of very small but emotionally significant acts. The film could be understood as an excerpt of a daily destructive routine, where the individuals are confined by austere economic conditions, living in small, claustrophobia-inciting spaces. Does it end in hope or despair? The jury of the Church of Sweden perceived a “visual gospel” in Sebbe, interpreting the change of light and Sebbe’s final departure as indications of a new beginning. Not everybody shares this view and at the moment, a debate is going on about what the term “gospel” actually signifies. This is cultural theology at its best, I believe, when an artistic work can challenge how the church perceives its identity and its mission. It is also a promising sign of new times in Swedish film. After a decade of too many conventional feel-good comedys, Östlund and Najafi demonstrate that there are filmmakers with artistic integrity and passion also in Sweden, contributing to the truth-telling vision of their dogme brethren.






September 14, 2009
I need to see what is not good for me
Projections of Truth in Iranian Films

by INTERFILM member Heike Kühn

During the 19th century the European vision of the so called Orient was idealized. German poet Goethe praised the Orient for its delicate and romantic poetry; German philosopher Schlegel believed that a combination of the oriental soul, Greek-Roman awareness of measure and form, not to forget, German morality, would supply universe with the utmost expression of perfection. History recalls how great the fall can be.

After 9/11 we tend to demonize anything Islamic or Arabian. We look rather for the projections of our fear, our anger, our revolt against terrorism, the oppression of freedom and violence against women. To understand what is going on, we could profit from their cinema projections, especially in the many folded ways of Iranian cinema to undermine  Iranian censorship.

In 1996, filmmaker Mohsen Makhmalbaf had an irresistible idea: The story of his film >Gabbeh< is told by a yearning young woman weaving a carpet, a traditional Gabbeh. The pattern of  the Gabbeh is the pattern of her unsatisfied love life: rich in colours, the carpet can be read as a love letter and sigh for the beloved who in the end robs the young woman to marry her against the will of her father. Happy ending with a fond kiss? No way. When finally we see the  former lovers together, they are 80 years old, nagging on each other without teeth, weaving a carpet to glorify the time of youth and forbidden desire. A folkloristic tradition, meeting Becket's absurd theatre.

The comic relief of irony meanwhile should not colour up the dark side of dictatorship. Yet out of this murkiness we witness filmmakers fighting back against fundamentalism by claiming Islam for themselves: not the Islam of terror, but of civil rights, spiritual wisdom as in Sufi tradition or beauty as immortalized in 1001 nights.

One of these strategies to overcome censorship was called docufiction.

The most striking example is Kiarostami’s trilogy about an earthquake that took place in 1987. The disaster was almost kept secret by Iranian mass media to neglect the consequences of a corrupt bureaucracy busy denying the catastrophe. Kiarostami asked people who had rescued nothing but their lives, to play themselves. He changed names and habits and created a subtle imitation of life. The schizophrenic situation of playing oneself but not being allowed to be oneself, was understood at once by his Iranian audience.

The split personality thus guaranteed a certain freedom of speech. It was supported by another common strategy of Iranian filmmakers during the eighties and nineties. Often their  protagonists were children, living seismographs of a society that is facing a lot more convulsions than those coming from earthquakes.

A highly praised film that allows a child to speak the truth and grown-ups to understand the message, was made by Jafar Panahi and released in 1996. In >The White Balloon< we follow a little girl exploring Teheran with innocent eyes. The girl’s attention is captured by a magician conjuring a snake. Of course it’s a guilty pleasure. The girl is taken away by her mother and patronized: “This is not good for you”, the mother preaches. For the rest of the film the smart girl is repeating one sentence: “I need to see what is not good for me.”

I learned that this line gained fame in Teheran. Yet Jafar Panahi, born in 1960, was not convinced by the melancholic and metaphorical film language Kiarostami and Makhmalbaf created.

Although we in the West were enchanted: we adored these metaphors as part of Persian poetry, so rich, so clandestine - a festival for imagery decoders. A turtle, creeping over gravestones in Kiarostamis film >The Wind Will Carry Us<, was not a contribution to Iranian wild life but a powerful symbol of eternity and ever lasting change that can’t be fooled by the hopefully shorter era of Islamic fundamentalism. How we loved this emblematic cinema language!  

In 2000 Jafar Panahi won the golden Lion of Venice by screening a film he had smuggled out of Iran, certainly without asking permission. It was a scandal in Iran and a revelation in the west. Banned in Iran till today >The Circle< describes a vicious circle of female oppression. Sophisticated in terms of aesthetics and straightforward in its political message the film starts with the birth of a girl, accused as end of all hope.

The sad and bitter round dance of humiliation leads from one woman to the other, every one of them embodying a certain aspect of female suffering. Arezou, Pari and Nargess get to know each other in prison, accused of prostitution or disobedience. From a western point of view, they are as innocent as Christmas snow. Jafar Panahi was inspired by a newspaper article reporting that a woman committed suicide after killing her two little daughters. The article never illuminated the background. >The Circle< provides a lot of reasons to die by despair in Iran but also strikes back by presenting the self-conscious whore Mojgane. She is the only woman daring to look into men’s eyes. She is far too disillusioned not to see through the game of wretched and double-faced male morality. All the heroines end up again in prison. Panahi’s grown-up protagonists don’t need to watch snake incantations any longer or demand to see what is not good for them. They know by heart what is not good for them. The translation of Arezou, by the way, is hope. Pari means angel and Solmaz, the name of the woman giving birth to an unwanted girl means: the one who is living eternally.

>The Circle< established an enlightenment in the tradition of Western neo-realism. Thus, the film resembles the 2002 produced film >I am Taraneh, 15<. Filmmaker Rassul Sadr-Ameli said that his film deliberately refrains from delicate symbols. The story of the 15 years old girl Taraneh who is impregnated by an imposturous pseudo-husband is told in a very plain and simple way. But simplicity can be a also a miracle: It is not simple at all how the girl fights back and claims the name of the unfaithful father for her child.

Showing abandoned women, hateful men, spoiled little boy-princes, in short a lack of communication and compassion, became the new Iranian film art; and no one did this more radical than the master of parables, Abbas Kiarostami. About his film >Ten< he even said that it was rather realized than made. In >Ten< we learned something about the daily life in Teheran, the traffic jam, people who fight for a parking space, families falling apart. The imagery is minimalist, existential and mirrored the urge of reforming both: society and the visions of society.
 
But as we see in the work of Shirin Neshat, both ways, the metaphoric language and the neo-realistic style coexist – demanding more crucial than ever to regain dignity by discovering the loss of civil rights and civil courage.

This text was presented by the author at the occasion of the ecumenical panel at the 66th Mostra del cinema in Venice 2009 on "Stories of Human Dignity in Film: Focus on Iranian Cinema". 

 





December 30, 2008
SEE Women Film Directors at Belgrade FEST 2009
by Ron Holloway, Berlin

When I was asked by Serb filmmaker and colleague Slobodan Sijan if I would be interested in moderating a panel discussion at FEST 2009, I accepted without hesitation. After all, Belgrade is one of Europe’s great film cities, and I’m not the only journalist who likes to hang out here.

Then, when he said that the topic would be “SEE Women Film Directors” – namely, Women Filmmakers from South East Europe – it interested me all the more. For even though there may not yet be an authentic film wave in this corner of Europe to write about, something like a loosely connected movement is clearly visible on the horizon.

When I asked Slobodan how he had hit upon the idea, he cited the enthusiastic response given at FEST 2008 for Macedonian woman film director Teona Strugar Mitevska’s Jas sum od Titov Veles (I Am from Titov Veles) (Macedonia/Slovenia/Belgium/France, 2007), the tragic story of three sisters stranded in a run-down, once prosperous Macedonian factory town named for Marshall Tito.

Previously awarded the Special Jury Prize at the 2007 Sarajevo Film Festival, I Am from Titov Veles went on from there to win an armful of international citations, including the Best Actress Award to Labina Mitevska at the Lecce Festival of European Cinema. All the more significant, for in the role of the mute Afrodita she has to carry the film with nary a word of spoken dialogue.

Labina Mitevska, Teona’s sister, was already a household European name before she produced and acted in I Am from Titov Veles. As 18, she played the young Albanian Zamira in Milcho Manchevski’s Pred dozdot (Before the Rain) (Macedonia/France/UK, 1994), a war chronicle set in Macedonia that drew the world’s attention to the Balkan conflicts when it was awarded the Golden Lion at Venice.

Later, Michael Winterbottom cast Labina Mitevska for a supportive role in Welcome to Sarajevo (UK, 2000). And she received a Czech Lion Nomination for Best Supporting Actress for her role of a loony Macedonian barkeeper in David Ondricek’s Samotari (Loners) (Czech Republic, 2000). But of her 17 film roles to date, she was particularly a standout in the independent Macedonian production Kako ubiv svetec (How I Killed a Saint) (Macedonia/Slovenia/France, 2004), a Sisters and Brother Mitevski Production directed by Teona Struga Mitevska.

Nominated for a Tiger Award at the Rotterdam Film Festival and recipient of the Crossing Europe Award at Linz, How I Killed a Saint confirmed Teona Struga Mitevska as one of the leading women filmmakers in South East Europe. The writer-director studied painting and graphic design in Skopje before enrolling in film courses at the Tisch School of Arts at New York University.

To some degree, How I Killed a Saint is autobiographical. “I originally had the idea for the film when I returned home after living several years in the United States,” she said in an interview. “I remember arriving at the Skopje airport and being surrounded by young military personnel with expressions just as scared and bewildered as mine. Then came the ride to a grey, gloomy Skopje surrounded by beautiful mountains. This is what I tried to capture at the beginning of How I Killed a Saint.”

And she added: “There is nothing more devastating than returning home, to the place you grew up, and finding war and destruction. What does it mean to find the places of your childhood in shambles, and what does it mean to feel like a foreigner in a place where you were born?”

When How I Killed a Saint was screened at the Manaki Brothers Cinematographers festival in Bitola, where the Mitevska sisters shared compliments with Belgian cinematographer Alain Marcoen (famed for his work with the Dardenne Brothers), I was approached by a Macedonian TV reporter as to why foreign journalists – meaning myself – liked the film.

She was particularly distraught because it presented a rather negative portrait of Macedonia in 1971: NATO troops on the streets, mounting religious conflicts, flourishing blackmarket, drug gangs and mafia, to say nothing of the guns massed along the borders.

Further, the heroine of the film is returning home to reclaim her child, which can only be done by revealing the secret of who the powerful father was. In the end, she is forced to kidnap the child.

Put on the spot, I replied that I understood the concerns of cultural and religious officials in the government only too well, particularly since I was a frequent visitor to Macedonia. Fumbling for an answer, I tried to soften the negative criticism by shifting from a clear-cut answer to a reflective question.

I lamely responded: Why were the best “anti-American” films made by American directors? It’s a sure sign of the strength of a democracy. In other words, Macedonian officials need not worry about negative feelings generated by the film’s release at home when How I Killed a Saint was receiving so much positive praise abroad.

The same sort of pro-and-contra discussion happened at the Berlinale press conference for Bosnian director Jasmila Zbanic’s Grbavica (Bosnia & Herzegovina/Croatia/Austria/Germany, 2006). Known abroad as Esma’s Secret – again, another film about a heart-rending secret of the past – it was later awarded the Golden Bear, the Peace Prize, and the Ecumenical Prize at the 2006 Berlinale. Not bad for a debut feature by a young Sarajevo filmmaker.

European viewpoints, pro and contra, in regard to the ongoing conflicts in South East Europe are as plentiful as the conflicts themselves. Nevertheless, only a dunce would question the authenticity of the moving performance given by Belgrade actress Mirjana Karanovic in Grbavica. She plays a mother coming to grips with her past fate as a rape victim during the height of the Bosnian War, and this just as her teenaged daughter is beginning to ask frank questions about the real identity of her father.

A hidden secret is also at the core of Yesim Ustaoglu’s Bulutlari Beklerken (Waiting for the Clouds) (Turkey/Germany/France, 2003).

Based loosely on a novella by Greek writer Georgios Andreadis, “Tamama – The Missing Girl of Pontos” (published in 1993), Waiting for the Clouds is the third film in Yesim Ustaoglu’s trilogy on ethnic repression in modern-day Turkey – after Iz (The Trace) (1994), the story of a policeman tracing the past of an interrogator who didn’t shy from torture, and Günese yolculuk (Journey to the Sun) (Turkey/Netherlands/Germany, 1999), the story of a friendship between a Turk and a Kurd from eastern Anatolia in troubled Istanbul.

As seen through the eyes of a Turkish boy, Waiting for the Clouds reviews in fragmented form the painful deportation of Pontos Greeks from Turkey during the 1920s after the Turkish war of independence. In the film an elderly woman has effectively concealed her true Greek identity for a half-century for personal and human reasons. The truth emerges , however, when old family albums are taken from their hiding place.

Historical records confirm that hundreds of deported Greeks died during this forced expulsion. Also, that the exiled Pontos Greeks, upon reaching Greece, suffered more grief and humiliation as poverty-stricken “aliens” in a politically divided country during the interregnum period. Although detailed in Andreadis’s novel, these facts are mostly hinted at in Waiting for the Clouds.

Mitevska’s I Am from Titov Veles, Zbanic’s Grbavica, Ustaoglu’s Waiting for the Clouds – three films by women directors, each dealing with women hiding secrets for painful personal reasons, the key roles deftly interpreted by talented actresses. Taken altogether, it prompts an obvious question: Did these films benefit from a distinct woman’s perspective on the part of the director? In my opinion, yes.

This is not to say that women film directors in South East Europe may not be equally proficient when handling other social dilemmas and even intricate political themes. The opposite is just the case.

Mirjana Vukomanovic’s Tri letni dni (Three Summer Days) (Yugoslavia/Serbia, 1997), is a hardhitting portrait about despairing conditions in Belgrade of the late 1990s: mafia, corruption, prostitution, drunkenness, violence, death, and, in the background, an ever-present war. Winner of the 1997 Yugoslav National Film Prize, Three Summer Days, scripted by the prolific writer-dramatist-screenwriter Gordan Mihic, was Yugoslavia’s entry for the foreign-language Oscar.

Three Summer Days reproaches intolerance in a trio of stories about young people seeking a way out of this abyss of despair. A youth from Bosnia looks for his mother and sister in refugee camps. A part-time jobber from Croatia sinks deeper into drugs. And a young girl with a drunken father supports her family by prostituting herself.

When I asked Mirjana Vukomanovic at the Manaki Brothers Cinematographers Festival in Bitola whether things were really as bad as the film depicted, she responded: “I’ve only shown the truth – with the truth comes a measure of hope.”

Hanna A.W. Slak’s Slepa pega (Blind Spot) (Slovenia, 2002) is a powerful story about a girl’s attempt to help a friend withdraw from his addiction to heroin. Along the way, she has to confront the dealer who hates to lose a customer.

Awarded Best Director at the 2003 Sofia film festival, Blind Spot also focuses on the flood of young refugees from across Slovenia to Ljubjana, in hopes of benefiting from better economic opportunities.

"My intention was to show the struggle of a girl determined to save someone she loves.,” Hanna Slak said in an interview. “But what was to be a noble quest turns out in the film to be a painful journey, as the main character rejects any help from outside.”

Lendita Zeqiraj and Blerta Zeqiri’s Rrugedalje (Exit) (Kosovo, 2004) sparkles as a black comedy about three young men cornered in an apartment during the 1999 NATO bombing of Kosovo. Without food and cigarettes, but most of all without information of what is going on outside, they try to find a way out.

Shot in grainy black-and-white, Exit succinctly delineates the claustrophobic circumstances of stranded citizens during the bombing. An award-winning short fiction film at the 2004 Tirana film festival, followed by the award for Best Cinematography at the 2005 New York Independent Film and Video Festival, Exit was then developed into an hour-long feature film with the same title, this time shot in color.

Lendita Zeqiraj studied painting and graduated from the Faculty of Figurative Arts at the University of Pristina. Currently, she is studying cinema at University of Paris. Her sister, Blerta Zeqiri, known as a lead-singer and songwriter for a rap-band, is also currently studying cinema at the Paris University.

Some filmlands in South East Europe have a long and distinguished tradition of supporting women filmmakers.

Hungary, straddling the divide between Central East and South East Europe, can boast of Marta Meszaros (Naplo apamnak, anyamnak / Diary for My Parents, 1990), Ildiko Enyedi (Az en XX. századom / My 20th Century, 1989), Judit Elek (Ebredes / Awakening, 1995), and Livia Gyamathy (Szökés / Escape, 1997).

Just as Marta Meszaros broke new ground for feminist aesthetics in socialist cinema during the Cold War period with Orokbefogadas (Adoption) (1975, Golden Bear, Berlinale), so did Ilboya Fekete pave the way for refreshing brand of “mockumentaries” (fake documentaries) set in post-socialist Hungary with Bolshe Vita (1996) and Chico (2001).

Bulgaria, too, can be proud of the cinematic achievements of its women filmmakers. Binka Zhelyazkova’s political comedy Privarzaniyat balon (The Tied-Up Balloon) (1967), scripted by Yordan Radichkov from his novel, was banned for two decades. The fascinating story of The Tied-Up Balloon and Zhelyazkova’s troubles with the Bulgarian censors is covered with insight in Elka Nikolova’s Binka (Bulgaria, 2006), her documentary on the person and career of Binka Zhelyazkova.

A score of veteran and young woman filmmakers are heralding the current revival of Bulgarian cinema.

Ivanka Grabcheva‘s Edna kaloria nezhnost (One Calorie of Tenderness) (2003), about the family concerns of an elderly couple in today’s Sofia, marked the successful return of an oft-awarded children’s film director during the socialist era.

Zornitsa Sophia’s Mila ot Mars (Mila from Mars) (2004), awarded the Kodak Prize for Best Bulgarian Film at the 2004 Sofia film festival, introduced a painter and performance artist in her first feature film. The story of a hyper-active teenager, who escapes from a brutal drug dealer to take refuge in a no man’s land at the Greek border, Mila from Mars went on from there to win more citations.

Milena Andanova’s Maimyni prez zumaka (Monkeys in Winter) (Bulgaria/Germany, 2006) (produced by her younger sister, Nevena Andanova), an interwoven tale about the fate of three pregnant women in three different time periods (1960s, 1980s, the present), accurately mirrors the country’s social and political conditions during those times. The Andanovas are the daughters of the late Metodi Andanov, whose Kozijat rog (The Goat Horn) (1972) ranks as the greatest box office hit in the history of Bulgarian cinema.

Iglika Triffonova’s Razsledvane (Investigation) (2006), a dark detective tale about a women investigator prying into family secrets, was awarded Best Balkan Film at the Sofia film festival and the Grand Prize at the Cottbus film festival.

In conclusion, I would like to comment on the theme of “home” in key films by women directors in South East Europe.

Unless I am mistaken, the first to treat this theme in a modern-day context was Serb director Mirjana Vukomanovic in Three Summer Days (1997), the first feature film by a director of children’s films and documentaries for television. Although written by a male screenwriter, Gordan Mihic, Three Summer Days embraces the fate of the homeless in postwar Belgrade mainly from a woman’s perspective.

A young girl turns to prostitution to support her younger brother and sister. A youth from Bosnia despairingly looks for his mother and sister in refugee camps. The vulgarity of the economic crisis is personified in a corrupt “mistress” who brokes no interference in her trade. Moreover, the painful intolerance of Serbs towards Serbs is particularly felt in these women protagonists.

The theme of “home” as an entity to be defined forms the core of Montenegran director Marija Perovic’s Opet pakujemo majmune (Packing the Monkeys, Again!) (Montenegro, 2004), the title referring to the wife’s talisman collection of stuffed monkeys.

Directed by a freelance writer-critic-filmmaker, Packing the Monkeys, Again! depicts the efforts of a young couple, a journalist and his intellectual wife, to settle in at their small apartment. Clashes with the landlord and visitors, however, lead to unexpected aggravation and eventually the need to look for another apartment.

Marija Perovic highlights the absurdity of the situation. On one level, it’s insinuated that Montenegran housewives should adhere to traditional customs, although this limits choice and mobility. On another level, the situation is complicated when three different women lay claim to the same small apartment.

Macedonian director Teona Strugar Mitevska’s I Am from Titov Veles (2007), set in a decaying factory city in Macedonia (founded by Marshall Tito, now known as Veles), is the heart-rending story of three sisters who try to survive after the downfall of Tito’s socialist revolution. Although each is ill-equipped to meet the challenges of a new society, they try as individuals and as a family to find their way among lotharios, profiteers, and other intruders upon their privacy.

The theme of “home” in I Am from Titov Veles – narrated by the sister who doesn’t speak in the film (!) – reaches beyond a family tragedy. As the tale unfolds, we learn that the pollution pouring from the lead factory has left deep scars on the populace: cancer, birth deformation, premature deaths, emigration. In short, Teona Strugar Mitevska has sketched a downfall of Yugoslavia in poignant human terms.

Bosnian director Aida Begic’s Snijeg (Snow) (2008), awarded the Grand Prize in the International Week of the Critics at Cannes, deals with the theme of “home” at its most fundamental level. What happens in a village where all the men are missing? Worse, when the men in the family were murdered during the atrocities of ethnic cleansing?

An autobiographical film in many respects, Snow leans on surreal elements – dreams, a storm and snowfall, hair that grows back overnight – to underscore why twelve women and two men (one a boy) are reluctant to leave their village until they find the remains of their loved ones. In the end, not even an offer from a government-sponsored development conman will change their minds.

Perhaps a link can be traced between Bosnian director Aida Begic’s Snow and Turkish director Yesim Ustaoglu’s Waiting for the Clouds, made five years earlier in 2003. In both films family albums support social identity rooted in a culture. Traditions are passed on, not discarded.

Of course, there are other common themes to be discussed in films by women directors of South East Europe. Political, as well as social. However, family ties appear particularly appropriate, even seminal.

For women filmmakers tend to perceive “home” as more than just a haven for comfort and protection.

It’s a way of life.

 

SEE WOMEN FILM DIRECTORS – DECEMBER 2008
Working List – English Titles

Albania
Iris Elezi (Suicide Inc, USA 2001, Disposable Heroes, Kosovo, 2005), short films

Bosnia and Herzegovina
Jasmila Zbanic (Red Rubber Boots, 2000, Grbavica, 2006, Golden Bear Berlinale)
Aida Begic (Snow, 2008), Cannes Week of Critics Award
Vanja Svilicic (See You in Sarajevo, 2008), short feature
Danijela Majstorovic (Counterpoint for Her, 2004, The Dream Job, 2006)
Ivana Milosevic (Never Been Better, 2006)
Sabina Vajraca (Back to Bosnia, 2005, with Alison Hanson)
Vesna Ljubic (Posljednji skretnicar uzanog kolosijeka, 1986)

Bulgaria
Binka Zhelyazkova (The Tied-Up Balloon, 1967)
Elka Nikolova (Binka, 2007), documentary on Binka Zhelyazkova
Ivanka Grubcheva (One Calory of Tenderness, 2003)
Milena Andonova (Monkeys in Winter, 2006)
Iglika Triffonova (Investigation, 2006), Cottbus Grand Prize
Zornitsa Sophia (Mila from Mars, 2004)
Svetla Tsotsorkova (Life with Sophia, 2004)
Adela Peeva (Whose Song Is This?, 2003), documentary
Irina Aktasheva (Monday Morning, 1966) (worked in tandem with Hristo Piskov)
Roumiana Petkova (The Other Possible Life of Ours, 2007)
Nevena Tosheva (Bulgaria: Land, People, Sun, 1966), documentary
Milena Milotinova (The Saved Ones, 1999), documentary
Eldora Traykova (Of People and Bears, 1995), documentary
Svetlina Petrova (She, 2001), animation

Croatia
Snjezana Tribuson (Three Love Stories, 2007)
Ivona Juka (Facing the Day, 2005), documentary
Biljana Cakic-Veselic (The Boy Who Rushed, 2002)
Dana Budisavlejevic (Everything’s Fine, 2003)

Greece
Alinda Dimitriou (Birds in the Mire, 2008), documentary
Tonia Marketaki (The Price of Love, 1984), died in 1994; major figure
Olga Malea (The Cow's Orgasm, 1997)
Antouanetta Angelidi (Thief of Reality, 2001)
Athina Rachel Tsangari (The Slow Business of Going, 2000)
Loukia Rikaki (Symfonia haraktiron, 1999)

Hungary
Marta Meszaros (Adoption, 1975)
Ilboya Fekete (Bolshe Vita, 1996, Chico, 2001)
Ildiko Enyedi (My 20th Century, 1989)
Judit Elek (Awakening, 1995)
Livia Gyarmathy (Escape, 1997)
Agnes Kocsis (Fresh Air, 2006)

Kosovo
Lendita Zeqiraj (Exit, 2004), codirector
Blerta Zeqiri (Exit, 2004), codirector

Macedonia
Teona Strugar Mitevska (I Killed a Saint, 2004, I Am From Titov Veles, 2007)
Dragana Zarevska (Grandma’s Villlage, 2007)

Montenegro
Marija Perovic (Pack the Monkeys Again, 2004)

Romania
Elisabeta Bostan (A Telephone Call, 1991), children’s films
Malvina Ursianu (What a Happy World, 2003)
Corina Radu (Bar de zi and Other Stories, 2006), documentary
Andrada Domin (The Lamenters, 2007), documentary
Tatiana Niculescu Bran (For God’s Sake, 2007), documentary, codirector

Serbia
Mirjana Vukomanovic (Three Summer Days, 1997)
Gordana Boskov (What’s Up, Nina?, 1984, Flashback, 1997)
Suada Kapic (The Trap, 1988)
Eva Balas-Petrovic (Panonski Peak, 1989)
Marija Maric (Heartsick Youth, 1990)
Ratiborka Ceramilac (Virtual Reality, 2001)
Andrijana Stojkovic (An Island, 1996), Home, 1996, The Box, work-in-progress)

Slovenia
Hana A.W. Slak (Blind Spot, 2002)
Maya Weiss (Guardian of the Frontier, 2002)

Turkey
Yesim Ustaoglu (Journey to the Sun, 1999, Waiting for the Clouds, 2003, Pandora’s Box, 2008)
Handan Ipekci (Hidden Faces, 2007)
Pelin Esmer (The Play, 2005), documentary