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SUNDANCE: Rotten Fetus looks at KILLING TIME, BLUE VINYL, RANCHO CALIFORNIA (POR FAVOR) & brilliant INTACTO!!!

Harry here.... We finally have a film coming out of this SUNDANCE that a person went absolute full-blown apeshit for. This is what I look for. A review of a film that has an amazing concept, from a debut filmmaker out of left field. A film that we have heard not one peep about. That film seems to be INTACTO. Made by a Spanish filmmaker named Juan Carlos Fresnadillo. In 1996, he made a short film called ESPOSADOS which won over 40 National and International Awards and was nominated for an Oscar for Best Short Film. This film, INTACTO, is his first feature.... and from the sound of it, it might very well be brilliant. This is the first DO NOT MISS film I've seen talked about out of Sundance. I'm very excited about this one! There are other films discussed, but INTACTO is the one to learn about...

Harry sir--

Noticed you were looking for 'dance reviews and thought I'd drop in a few lines, etc.

You'd think that living an hour from Park City would make things a whole lot easier for someone who wanted to attend the festival, but I slowly realized this was not the case as I missed the Utah-only sale, found Internet or phone orders to be a complete impossibility, and ended up with a handful of friends freezing our little tooshes off at 4 a.m. outside the Gateway Center in Park City, waiting in line behind five wasted and very obnoxious/funny geniuses from Stanford.

No press passes + no connections = leftover day-of-sale crumbs tossed to us by leather-clad Hollywoodites, a fact apparent to us after we attended our first two screenings of the day (Saturday the 12th). But enough whining; here are the reviews.

Our first movie was Killing Time. After leaving half-way through the film, I thought that maybe its title could serve as an adequate description for the experience of watching it. I then thought of several cruel/funny puns and possible headlines for reviews of the film that would play on this fact and maybe deter any filmgoers from even considering this movie as a Friday-night possibility. I then thought: "What kind of drugs are infecting my brain? This movie doesn't even deserve a review! Instead of using words, local columnists should just eat an obscene amount of Gouda cheese, vomit on their scanners, and paste a gigantic image of their chunky stomach-acid in place of the review." Maybe, I thought afterwards, they should make it scratch-and-sniff.

To be fair, I didn't see the entire thing and probably shouldn't be so acidic, but when a movie is billed as cinematographically gorgeous and then I find out it's shot on digital, cinema verite style, with little artistic flair and the occasional Adobe Premiere filter thrown in for good measure, flames start to shoot out of my ears. No, I have nothing against digital. I saw Linklater's Tape last year and thought it was beautiful. This, however, was a complete hack job. And that's not even considering its acting, direction, or narrative thread--which I won't waste the space on. Bad, bad, bad.

RANCHO CALIFORNIA (POR FAVOR)

We then saw the cleverly-titled and occasionally powerful Rancho California (Por Favor), which was apparently part of the Frontier program for its research-paper approach to documentary, which worked more on a scholastic level than an aesthetic one. The film was inspired by Prop 184 in California and documents the concerns/daily reality of migrant labor camps and individuals spread from Orange County to north San Diego County. We see treatises on several aspects of this border culture, watch as director John Caldwell involves himself with initiatives to help alleviate cultural tensions, and generally involve ourselves with a critical, analytical approach to the complex cultural milieu of an embattled area, etc.

Which leads to the film's weakness--it's absurd pretentiousness. Half of its content is dependent on narration by Caldwell, whose vocabulary sounds like something out of an advanced comms studies dissertation, and whose phraseology is sometimes completely filled with hot air. There is, however, genuine humanity behind the posturing, and several documentary-style moments in the film exert powerful effect (even though Caldwell explicitly distances himself from documentary several times in his narration).

After watching this one, my comrades and I realized that we had stupidly bought tickets for both a 7:30 showing of Blue Vinyl and a 9:00 for a Brazilian/Spanish thriller called Intacto, so we snatched some aisle seats in the Yarrow theater and vowed to leave at 8:30.

BLUE VINYL

Which, it turned out, we were reluctant to do. Blue Vinyl is an occasionally hilarious, occasionally frightening send-up of the country's vinyl/PVC/whatever-you-want-to-call-it industry, all channeled through the filmmaker's parents' decision to replace their house's wood siding with vinyl. Compared to our previous movie, this one reminded me several times of the heavenly and gutsy territory that documentary has the potential to cover. Blue Vinyl is filled with ballsy, absurd, purely real, and occasionally powerful scenes. We get an underground hero in the form of a glassy-eyed, disheveled lawyer whose collection of subpeonaed and otherwise-obtained chemical documents becomes famous nation-wide. We see cleverly-rendered animations explaining technical concepts. We see the filmmaker practically assaulted by Vinyl industry representatives who repeatedly insist that "Vinyl chloride and table salt are practically the same thing." We get a scary conspiracy theory, an emotional interview with a poly-vinyl victim's wife, and a free trip to Venice.

INTACTO

I'd talk more about that one, but my wrist is cramping and I want to get to an undeniable masterpiece of narrative filmmaking which featured the best cinematographic work I've seen since Mulholland Drive. But that's not Intacto's main selling point, and perhaps that comparison is a little bit misleading. There aren't any incoherent plot skips and bizzare metaphysical realities here; the puzzle is meant to be solved (sort of like last year's Memento, but in a more somber, philosophical way), and the audience is left with a sublime mixture of smart entertainment and nature-of-reality type questions.

SPOILERS AHEAD.

The plot centers on the premise that some are born lucky, others luckier, and still others luckiest. Luck can be transferred like a commodity between the story's main players (Leonardo Sbaraglia, Eusebio Poncela, Monica Lopez, Antonio Dechent, Max Von Sydow) through touch; luck can be measured and gambled by engaging these characters in bizarre, completely chance-based games (the stakes are other people's lives) until one of them is deemed the most lucky person on earth through a game of russian roulette with the undenied God of luck thirty years running, Sam (who is also a Holocaust survivor).

We follow Tomas up through these ranks along with Frederico, whose luck was taken away at the beginning of the film, and we watch as both men develop their attitudes and characters in very unpredictable ways. Sara, a cop bent on fouling things up, and ultimately, as we learn later in the film, a survivor whose had her own miserable experiences with luck, DOESN'T, miraculously enough, serve as a love interest. Instead, she's used as a wonderful character in her own right, haunted by past mistakes and intent on setting things straight.

I'm surprised this whole luck idea hasn't been exploited more often (considering we have "destiny" in The Matrix, "setting things straight" in The Sixth Sense), and considering that the concepts of luck and chance occurance are backbones in a lot of narrative structures and have ample possibility to be played with in the story itself. In Intacto, this unique idea makes some of the most compelling (and visually stunning) action sequences I've ever seen in a film--particularly a brutal scene in which several "contestants" run blindfolded through a forest. Picture Luke Skywalker on his little hover thingy riding through that Ewokian forest--and now picture him doing it with a blindfold on. If he's lucky enough--well, you get the idea.

Then there's the climax of the movie. I won't give it away, not because it's an obnoxious, muddled plot solution (Vanilla Sky) or a twist-ending wannabe, but because I probably can't describe its complexity and communicate its nail-biting fantasticness, its absolutely mind-blowing virtuosity all in the same paragraph.

Anyway, after the audience was all mind-blowed, director Juan Carlos Fresnadillo answered questions (mostly plot-based stuff and "what's your inspiration?," bla bla bla) and fielded an absolute whorefest of distributor-type people, financing-type people, etc. So hopefully (and with luck, ha!), this one will be released somehow, somewhere (it better be released, and would certainly be successful if marketed right).

Anyway, I'm finished. Thank you for yr. soul.

Signed,

Rotten Fetus

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