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Force Majeure


Listen to the review by Dennis Morton above / read it below.

‘Force majeure’ is a phrase I’d never heard of. So, I looked it up. In general, it’s a legal term – in contract law. It refers to a major event, unforeseen by the parties to an agreement. A ‘force majeure’ can render a contract void should one of the parties successfully claim it as a reason for not being able to fulfill the terms of an agreement.
It turns out to be a perfect title for Swedish director, Ruben Ostlund’s latest film.

Force Majeure is a study of human behavior in the aftermath of a perceived mortal threat. The idea for the film came from an incident in the lives of friends of the director – a married couple who were vacationing in Latin America. One day, from seemingly nowhere, gunmen appeared and began shooting. The husband bolted for cover, leaving his wife unprotected. They both survived, but when they returned to Sweden, if the wife had consumed a glass or two of wine, she told the story over and over, simply couldn’t get it out of her mind.

In Ostlund’s film, we closely observe five days in the life of a Swedish family on a skiing vacation in the French Alps. Ostensibly, the purpose of the vacation is to provide the father, a successful businessman named Tomas, some down time to spend with his family. The locale is a bit upscale and the mountain-scape exceedingly gorgeous. Tomas, his wife Ebba, and their preteen children, Vera and Harry, are more than passable skiers. Watching the family zig zag down the slopes is a minor, but enjoyable part of the film.

Day One goes fine. The family skis. The food is good. And Ebba meets an unnamed woman, about her own age, who is vacationing solo – having left her hubby and kids back home. Ebba is astonished to learn that her new acquaintance is an eager practitioner of free love. And, she is eloquent in defense of her life-style.

Day Two begins just as fine as Day One. After a morning on the slopes, the family has lunch on the balcony of their hotel, overlooking the unspeakable majesty of the snow covered mountains. Lunch is momentarily interrupted by the sound of an explosion. Tomas tells Ebba not to be concerned. The purpose of the explosion, he explains, is to precipitate a ‘controlled avalanche’, one that will prevent a spontaneous, and potentially dangerous, real avalanche. What happens next is at the core of the film, and I shall remain mum about it.

But the aftermath of the event consumes the emotional lives of every member of the family for the duration of their vacation. We are treated to ruminations about the psychological consequences of society’s expectation of heroism. Significant and articulate ponderings of gender roles, cowardice, and the intuition of children are explored. And, perhaps the biggest subject that director Ostlund takes on is the torturous path to forgiveness.

For me, one of the things that makes Force Majeure such an intelligent and powerful film is that it doesn’t really end after the credits have rolled. I left the theater wondering how I might react if confronted with a ‘force majeure’. And, it’s not that I want to find out, but, I haven’t stopped wondering. This film ‘has legs’, and it’s following me. I highly recommend it.

Awake: The Life of Yogananda


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Awake: The Life of Yogananda, a film by Paola di Florio and Lisa Leeman

Some stories are so profound and meaningful that once you learn them they leave an indelible mark upon you. So it is with the biography of Paramahansa Yogananda. Awake: The Life of Yogananda by Paola di Florio and Judy Leeman. Born Mukunda Lal Ghosh in Gorakhpur, Uttar Pradesh state, India, in 1893, the protagonist of the film was even as a youth consumed with spirituality and steadily seeking guidance in that realm. At 17 in 1910 he met his guru, Swami Yukteswar Giri, with whom he would begin formal study leading to his own mastery of the arts of yoga and meditation. Five years later in 1915 he took monastic vows and became Swami Yogananda Giri. In 1917, Yogananda founded a boys school in Dihika, West Bengal specializing in yoga and spirituality. In 1918 this school was moved to Ranchi, now capital of Jharkand. Eventually this school would become Yogoda Satsang Society, the Indian Branch of the American Self-Realization Fellowship, each brought into being by Yogananda.

In 1920, Yogananda traveled to the US at the request of religious liberals in Boston. Representing India at their international congress, Yogananda founded the Self- Realization Fellowship to spread his ideas on yoga. Embarking upon a multi-city tour within four years he had attained considerable popularity among rank and file and attracted serious attention from several celebrities in the arts. For the balance of his life, this American work was a major factor in familiarizing sympathetic US audiences to the value of embracing many of the sacred spiritual practices of India.

However, as the documentary also makes clear, in spite of what started as a string of triumphs, Yogananda and his beloved associates and followers too had their share of opponents who suspected them for ideological, cultural, political and racial reasons.

Awake is striking in its ability to convey the power of this extraordinary figure, by skillful use of stills, black and white and color film footage and sound recordings. It includes among its talking heads highly recognizable devotees from the late George Harrison to Herb Jeffries, a musician and cult figure in African-American film, known as the “Bronze Buckaroo,” to Italian coloratura operatic soprano Amelita Galli-Curci. These gifted personalities illustrated the tremendous debt each felt they owed guru Swami Yogananda, whom they credited with helping to bring out their inner talents.

This subtle film is densely packed with life lessons. For that reason viewers may be moved to see it more than once. Readers familiar with Autobiography of a Yogi will know the name and saga of Paramahansa Yogananda. The film Awake gives the tale texture and a special form of life, especially whenever we gaze into Yogananda’s fiery eyes. At such times there is no question of the power he was able to summon.


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One of the best things about a work of genius is that you don’t get tired of it. A great song, a great painting, a great film – just doesn’t wear out. I’ve watched John Michael McDonagh’s latest film, Calvary, five times in the past week and it gets better and better and better, each time.

Calvary is set on the northwest coast of Ireland, in a small town in County Sligo. The protagonist is a priest named Father James, played masterfully by Brendan Gleeson, who also starred in McDonagh’s previous film, The Guard. We learn that Father James has come to his orders at an advanced age, turning to the priesthood after his wife died of a long illness. And, it’s late in the film before we learn what his previous profession was.

The film opens with Father James in the confessional, ready for another round of the often tawdry admissions of his parishioners. But he’s never before heard what he’s about to hear from a fellow whose face we do not get to see.

This man’s confession begins with a story of having been raped by a priest when he was seven years old. The atrocity continued for five years. Father James is at a loss for what to say. He asks if the putative penitent has sought help. And his response is that he’s not interested in learning “to cope” with what happened, and besides, the rapist priest is dead. And, he adds, even if he had killed the bad priest, it wouldn’t have meant anything. It would only be news if he were to kill a good priest. And this is followed by his declaration that he will kill a good priest. He’ll kill Father James a week from Sunday, on the beach.

All of this takes place in the first scene and first few minutes of Calvary, so I’ve not really spoiled anything for you. And besides, though the story itself is fascinating, it’s the dialogue and the performances that elevate Calvary into the highest echelon of filmdom.

John Michael McDonagh is a brilliant writer and he invests his major characters with perfectly timed bon mots and believably articulate patter. Even the intellectually less endowed characters are fun to listen to.

The Church, in general, does not fare well in Calvary. In fact, the film is a scathing portrait of hypocrisy and venality. And the notion of detachment, supposedly essential for a father confessor plying his trade, turns out to be a questionable characteristic by film’s end.

I’m a sucker for good writing. And the writing in Calvary is way better than good.
John Michael McDonagh, I think, is a genius. Find out for yourself. And don’t put it off.
Calvary is a small budget, independent, foreign film. We’re very fortunate that we have theatres in the Monterey Bay area that provide us the opportunity to see such movies on the big screen. But their shelf lives are still relatively limited. So, catch Calvary soon,
before it’s relegated to the world of DVDs.

Dear White People


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Any movie that opens with Pete Seeger’s version of Solidarity Forever would have my immediate attention, and I’m very happy to say that throughout the new British release, Pride, my attention never flagged. In fact, I grew ever more rapt as the movie rolled on.

The film opens in the summer of 1984, in London. A gay pride parade is about to commence. One of the leaders of the march, Mark, a young fellow in his twenties, has just coldly flipped off an importunate lover. Mark’s attention is focused, instead, on a news show on the telly. He, and we, learn that a national coal miners’ strike is now in its fourth month, and that 20,000 jobs are in limbo for the interim. Margaret Thatcher defends her government’s reactionary stance to the strike and tells the country the following: I can’t change my style. I’m here to be a good firm leader.

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The Skeleton Twins


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5th Annual Silicon Valley African Film Festival


David H. Anthony discusses the Silicon Valley African Film Festival, in audio above.


The Trip to Italy


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In a Dream


Review by David H. Anthony listen above or read below.

The documentary In A Dream by Jeremiah Zagar has all the virtues of intimacy. It is affectionate without being overly sentimental and pulls few punches in its unfolding.
Zagar’s subject is his artist father, Isaiah and mother Julia and their at times tortured relationship. Isaiah crafts brilliant mosaics. His work has been used to refurbish run down and/or abandoned parts of Philadelphia for the three decades covered in the film. It would not be an exaggeration to state that Isaiah’s art bears marks of genius, nor would it be inaccurate to also say that the film details the darker side of his gifts and the price paid by his family as he pursued his own particular expressive modes.

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Land Ho!


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