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EXILES
6/10
Exils
: France 2004 : Tony GATLIF : 104 mins
- First shot
is best: the body, a slow zoom, a window. Music pounding: "Injustice!
Dictatorship! Terrorism! Upheaval!"
- Topical,
timely, sensitive.
- Unfolds
at idiosyncratic pace dictated not by usual screenwriting concerns but
by rhythms of director's own moods, music.
- Role of
editor crucial: Monique Dartonne is she.
- Peaks and
troughs: energy bursts and saggy dips.
- Shaggily
amiable picaresque roadmovie.
- Their impulsive
flight south in search of roots / identity. Algeria is destination.
- Contracorrente:
Africans moving north to Europe. Against the flow.
- Travellers
and returners. Lingua franca: dance.
- Easy-on-the-eye
couple: him - foxfaced, triblied ex-musician, vulpine grins. "I
never touched the violin again." But propelled by music. Her -
Naima - "I'm a stranger everywhere"
- Folks encountered:
wealth and generosity/friendliness in inverse proportions. Penniless
give all.
- Whitmanistic
yawp, celebration of life.
- Heat, dust,
crowds, post-quake rubble.
- He walks
across a square, kicking bottles, their tinkling music, a grace note.
- Songs and
dances and the drop of a trilby. Music is all around.
- More conventional
plot developments don't work so well: her roving eye, impulsive infidelity.
- Anachronistic,
romantic, freespirited air.
- Somewhat
underpowered... Gatlif's own style not quite so free and impulsive as
that which he celebrates.
- "My
religion's music."
- Worthy
air... cultural fusions. Handy nothing's been touched in his family's
old house.
- Penultimate
scene a frenzy of dervish-like dancing: beyond acting, beyond cinema.
Audaciously extended take. "You must refind yourself". Wild,
exorcism-like vitus dance.
- Coda. Bathos.
Walkman on gravestone, she peels an orange.
- The pulse
of life, q.ch. comme ca.
Neil Young
6th December,
2004
[seen 5th November : Ster Century, Leeds : public show : Leeds
Film Festival]
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by Neil
Young
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