Stuff I learned this week (and last) – #1/11

Real Virtuality’s Favourite Films of 2010

Was 2010 a vintage year for film? Compared to 2009, from which basically only Avatar is still talked about, I guess it was. In the long run, only time will tell of course, but here are the ten films that made the biggest impression on me in all the vintageness.

Note: This list goes by German cinematic release dates. Note 2: Even though I made it into the cinema a lot this year, I still missed some titles, i.e. Enter the Void and Exit through the Gift Shop.

1. Scott Pilgrim vs. the World

There are two reasons, why I chose to make this film my film of the year. One is that is truly a revolutionary and daring piece of filmmaking for reasons that The Film Doctor has pointed out. The second is that it really stuck with me emotionally in ways that Inception or The Social Network did not.

2. Inception

You can say almost nothing against this excellent film, except maybe that it’s a bit too cerebral and a bit convoluted. But, well, that’s what happens when you are making a big budget action blockbuster which at the same time serves as an intelligent investigation of the nature of dreams and our ability to delude ourselves. And right now there is only one director able to pull this off: Christopher Nolan.

3. The Social Network

It’s not the story of Facebook, I believe, but it is a very good story. As usual, Fincher succeeds in making the viewer forget just how perfectionist his filmmaking is by enveloping him in a well-told story brought across by excellent performers. That’s what makes the film so strong. It is not however, a testament of our times, I reject this reading.

4. El Secretu de sus ojos

I won’t say it was a worthy Oscar winner (because it was up against Das weiße Band), but it was a worthy nominee. I just liked this film. It was tense and gripping, it was beautifully lit and shot and it was so melodramatic in a good way, about love that transcends time and brings people to do cruel things. It just got me.

5. The Kids are all right

If I was a different kind of person I would probably have all sorts of reservations against this film, but I am not. So I liked the extremely powerful betrayal of a couple going through marriage problems – stripped of all gender prejudices you could have because both partners are women. Around the performances, however, which are easily the biggest asset of the film, there is also some well-composed pictures to look at, which rounds the film off nicely.

6. Crazy Heart

The landscapes and the dreams that surround this tale open up the canvas, the intimate performances and the music close it again. This mixture generates a film that lasts, even more because it’s a fictional story that might just be true.

7. A Single Man

Another performance-driven film that profits from the fact that it is also clothed in beautiful images. I liked the bitterness of it, combined with the technique of using shifting colour saturations to convey emotion, which is something that I hadn’t seen done in quite this way before.

8. Toy Story 3

Ignore the fact that there is a bit too much of everything in the second act of this film as it channels prison break movies of the last five decades. Toy Story 3 more than makes up for it with the emotional climax of the third act and an ending that had me shedding a few lonely tears in the cinema. A very different coming-of-age-story which brillantly finishes a trilogy fifteen years in the making.

9. The Road

It’s a film about a failed civilisation that manages to tell its story without drifting off into the romanticized apocalypse. There is no hint here of a “paradise regained” Adam-and-Eve-notion, just a harrowing sense of survival of the well-adapted. That’s what made the film for me.

10. Gainsbourg

I like innovative approaches to biopics and Gainsbourg is excellent in mixing legend and history. Once M. Gainsbourg is famous, it gets a little tedious watching his seemingly endless decay, but in the end even that felt worthwhile in order to learn how one of France’s most infamous 20th-century-figures might see himself in a movie.

Honorable Mention: Die kommenden Tage

This is not in the Top 10 because it tries to cram a little too much character drama into one film in a way that makes some of the characters unbelievable in the end. But a near-future dystopia from Germany that successfully taps into a lot of the fears which haunt our times, combined with some of the best colour photography I have seen in a German film for years, nevertheless made for a film that I often think back to. Can we please have more films with this scope in Germany?

Let’s see how 2011 will play out. Until then, I wish all my blog readers a good sense of closure for 2010 and a Happy New Year!

Tron:Legacy – My favourite Quote (so far)

I am fascinated, if not obsessed with the idea that we live in the future now. Adam Rogers’s behind-the-scenes article on Tron: Legacy for “Wired” recently demonstrated this point in a way I never really thought about. But it’s true.

All those artists at Digital Domain know they’re creating Tron’s reality by creating it in reality. “We’ve achieved what the first film predicted,” [Director Joseph] Kosinski says. Jeff Bridges had to get a full-body laser scan during preproduction, an eerie hearkening to his digitization in the first movie. When he shot his scenes as Clu, the motion-capture rig he wore to translate his facial movements to Rev 4 included a visor that looked uncannily like the helmet he wore in the original. And the prospect of an unimpeachable, photorealistic avatar for Bridges ought to make the Screen Actors Guild freak out.
(read the whole Article)

It’s really a shame that the new Tron doesn’t arrive in German theaters until the end of January. It’s a film I will hopefully be blogging a lot more about soon.

Die Zukunft des Bildschirms: Fraunhofer präsentiert die ferngesteuerte Küche

Am vergangenen Montag war ich zum ersten Mal in meinem Leben auf der IFA. Abgesehen von den gefühlt tausenden von 3D-Fernsehern gab es die interessantesten Entdeckungen eindeutig im Bereich TecWatch. Dort präsentierte sich unter anderem das Heinrich-Hertz-Institut von Fraunhofer und zeigte einige interessante Prototypen, die die mediale Zukunft bestimmen könnten.

Unter anderem hatten Sie eine Küche aufgebaut, die sich über Handgesten an einem Bildschirm steuern ließen. Als ich einen Mitarbeiter fragte, wie weit wir denn noch von Minority Report entfernt seien, antwortete dieser lässig, Tom Cruise habe ja immerhin einen Datenhandschuh getragen, darüber sei man mit dem infrarotgesteuerten iPoint-Presenter, der vor zwei Jahren auf der CeBIT präsentiert wurde, schon hinaus.

Angewendet wird die berührungslose Kontrolle inzwischen schon für ferngesteuerte Operationen ein Operationsinformationssystem, in der Bayerischen Staatsbibliothek (für mittelalterliche Manuskripte) und im Adidas Shop in Paris.

Seine Kollegin Jasmin Heumann war dann so nett, mir die Funktionsweise der Küche einmal zu demonstrieren und sich dabei von mir filmen zu lassen. Das Ergebnis ist noch etwas holprig, zeigt aber die Möglichkeiten auf, die wir wohl in der Folge von Touchscreens für Bildschirme überall in den nächsten Jahren erwarten können.

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Essay: Time and Memory in La Jetée, 2001 and Solaris

Inspired by listening to Dan North’s podcast of an old blog post about 2001, I decided to pull up my own work about the SF-classic and rework an essay I wrote in 2005 while at Edinburgh University for this blog. Instead of a bibliography, I have included links to the sources I used.

La Jetée

The connection between science fiction narratives and the cheap pulp format in which they were originally published was never really broken. Science fiction is still regarded by ma­ny as either (like its closest relative, the fantasy genre) escapist fairy tale spectacle or as tech­no­phile gibberish for nerds. The perception of the genre is in se­veral ways still dominated by cheap productions of the thirties and forties like Flash Gordon (USA 1936) and its epigones, the big budget film franchises like Star Wars (USA 1977 – 2005) and Star Trek (USA 1979 – 2002).

However, behind the surface of weird-looking aliens and travel in fantastic space ships, some directors who usually do not tend too much towards the overtly fantastic in their films find the ideal ground to explore ideas not easily rea­lised in other settings. Science fiction, then, with its basic notion of travelling beyond the (so far) earthly possible, often becomes a scenic background for the exploration of philo­sophical and ideological ideas.

For the purpose of this essay, I wish to look at three of these films, Chris Marker’s short film La Jetée (F 1962), Stanley Kubrick’s 2001: A Space Odyssey (USA 1968) and Andrei Tarkovsky’s Solaris (USSR 1972). I will explore their relationship with and concepts of time and memory, hoping to connect the films’ genre aspects with their philosophical reflections.

Rather then simply setting a story in a possible future, one of science fiction’s most important tropes has always been time travel. A scientist first journeyed into the future in H. G. Wells’s in­fluen­tial novel The Time Machine from 1895, only to find that the degradation of his planet, human­kind splitting into an aristocratic and a proletarian race and eventually disappearing com­pletely, is inevitable, because the seeds have long since been sown in his present day. And although time travel narratives are often about the attempt to temper with and eventually change time and causality, a good many of them end in the same conclusion as Wells’s novel: Even with time travel, human destiny is inevitable and fixed.

“There is no way out of time” is also one of the central statements in Chris Marker’s 1962 time travel short film La Jetée. In the film, a man in a postapocalyptic setting is haunted by an image from his childhood: The face of a woman opposite a dying man. Trying to re-capture this memory of peacetime, he travels back in time only to find that the man he saw as a child was his older self. Causality comes full circle, the human destiny is inevitable.
Gilbert Fulmer, in his excellent article about the “Cosmological Implications of Time Travel” explains, how these conclusions are necessarily connected to a certain idea of how time works, an idea that is different from the way it is presented in classic science fiction films like Back to the Future (USA 1984), but probably more realistic. In this view, time is both simultaneous and unalterable.

Bruce Kawin, in his 1982 article on La Jetée, uses the image of a reel of film to illustrate this notion: “On the reel, thousands of frames maintain their images of potential instants, all together and retrievable. As the film moves through the pro­jector, the images become ‘present’” (16). Time travel, then, would not change time, be­cause it does not “cause the past to be repeated” (Fulmer 33), i.e. the images on the reel of the film do not change when the film is rewound. In the same vein, causal loops, “in which the later event is cause by the earlier event and the earlier by the later” (ibid.), like the one in La Jetée, also become possible: It makes no difference that the dying man seen by the child is in fact his older self, because at the time of seeing him, the child has no recollection of the fu­ture, even though that future is existing at the same instant in time.

In his article, Fulmer draws interesting cosmological conclusions from these asser­tions, most importantly the one that intelligent life might be its own creator: “The time travel­ling hypothesis suggests that some intelligent being or beings, having presumably discovered the Big Bang from the same sort of evidence we did, perceived the necessity of bringing it about […] travelled backward in time and did whatever was necessary to initiate the Big Bang” (36).

Time and the human destiny are thus inseparably linked in science fiction, and the notion that “there is no way out of time” seems to resonate in all the films that are subject of this essay. In 2001, while there is no time travel as such, the destiny of humankind is influ­enced by an exterior force from the very “Dawn of Time” onwards.

The alien monolith, placed in the midst of the pre-human primates in a prehistoric age, will define man’s destiny for a very long time, as the most famous match cut of film history, from a simple manual weapon to a gigantic bomb circling earth’s orbit, clearly shows. Man cannot escape his own destiny in time; the path is set out before him like the reel of a film. And, just as in La Jetée, 2001 also ends with an image of causality coming full circle: Astronaut Dave Bowman, after having progressed “beyond the infinite” and after having aged many decades in a num­ber of minutes, regresses back into a child, the very image of innocence and impressiona­bi­lity. Man has, yet again, not succeeded in freeing him­self from the dictatorship of his own destiny. (NB: There are more optimistic interpretations of the enigmatic ending).

Chris Kelvin, at the end of Solaris, seemingly returns home and has a scene of mythi­cal atonement with his father. However, the final pullback reveals that the scene of atonement, just like Kelvin’s wife through the rest of the film, is nothing more than one of Solaris’s simulacra, an empty image re­crea­ted out of Kelvin’s inner desires. Ultimately, as in La Jetée, there is no return to the past; what has happened, has happened, the destiny of mankind was fixed since the beginning of time.

La Jetée probably utilizes the most poignant technique to visualize this notion of the destiny of mankind being trapped in time, as if on a reel of film. The film, called a “photo-roman” in the credits, consists almost exclusively of still frames, connected by cuts, dissolves and a continuous soundtrack. Time in La Jetée is not repre­sented by movement in space but by stasis. In consequence, La Jetée becomes a reflection on both “the stasis of the accessible instant” and “the ways consciousness trans­forms what it observes and presents” (Kawin 15).

Kawin explains, how the protagonist’s desire to break out of the prison of his captors can be equated with his desire to break out of the “overwhelming imagery of stasis” (17) in the film. At one point, in the middle of the film, he succeeds – albeit maybe only in a dream. The sequence shows his beloved in bed, sleeping. The first image dissolves into another, slight­ly different one, then into yet another. “Soon the dissolves are between stills that are very similar to each other, as if each dissolve bridged a painfully slight movement between still positions. […] It is as if she, or the film, wakes up. She opens her eyes and blinks” (Kawin 18). The movement lasts only an instant, then the images are stills again.

Kawin concludes that her moving may be a dream. It is a dream of escape from stasis, a dream of movement. To escape from time would be for him to join her in a world where they could move, or where their love would feel as transfigurative and transcendent and romantic as movement would be when compared to a world of stasis and doom. (18f.)

Following Kawin’s argument, it is interesting to note that while the protagonist suc­ceeds in escaping the visual prison of time in this moment by accelerating the dissolves from one still image to another until they become “regular” cinematic movement of 24 frames per second, he stays helpless in the finale of the film. Running towards his beloved down the Pier at Orly, the rhythm of the editing becomes faster, until there is “one still per leg movement, and shots’ durations are approximately those of actual running” (ibid). How­ever, the hero does not succeed. No dissolves bring the images close together, “the symbolic im­pres­sion is that he cannot break into continuous movement but is locked in a series of stills” (ibid.). At this moment, he is shot, and just as he was not able to escape his captors, he realises that “there is no way out of time.”

2001: A Space Odyssey

Stanley Kubrick finds a very different possibility to investigate cinematic time and its rela­tionship to duration. The result is that 2001, to most spectators, still lingers, as Renata Adler, reviewing the film for the New York Times in 1968, put it, “somewhere between hypnotic and immensely boring”. A lot of actions in 2001 happen in real time – as opposed to cinematic time only focusing on movement progressing the narrative. Kubrick uses his re­pre­sentation of du­ra­tion to underline the fact that while man is on the verge of conquering space and going “beyond the infinite”, he is still subordinated to time.

After jumping 4 million years in a single cut as described above, the film needs more than five minutes to depict the docking of Heywood Floyd’s shuttle with the orbital station and keeps up this tempo for great parts of the re­maining film. Objects move with almost painful slowness, and while spatial direction has become arbitrary in the weightlessness of space (demonstrated by the many movements against traditional ideas of gravity), time and duration remain factors that man is still enslaved to.

All three films seem to make a point about the fact that man cannot escape the power that time has over him, La Jetée and 2001 support this fact in their spatial representations of time. However, all three films also suggest that there is one variable that allows every indi­vidual and humankind as a whole to conquer time, at least to a certain extent. It is something every­one possesses and it has a quality that makes us distinctly human: memory.

Memory is a feature of our physiology that we depend upon constantly, not just when we are conscious of it. It makes us retain information in almost every mental task we perform. But memory also plays a pivotal part in moulding the identity of all of mankind’s humanity. We are human beings because we remember that we are, and because we remember where we come from.

One of the central tasks of science fiction narratives has always been to question the na­ture of humanity, which is best achieved by contrasting a human being with some kind of Other. Since memory (and action derived from memory) is one of the factors that make us essentially human, it is also a key concept that connects the three selected films.

La Jetée, even in its opening lines, explains that it is “the story of a man marked by an image of his childhood.” The memory of the woman the protagonist has seen on the pier at Orly, a memory “whose meaning he was to grasp only years later” provides the key to the time travelling device the victors of the war have developed: they are using “men with very strong mental images.” “The hero is not sent into his memory; rather his memory is used as a force that helps him to re-enter the past” (Kawin 16), because, as it is explained in the film, “moments to remember are just like other moments.” And so the hero’s memories from peace­ful times become real: “a peacetime bedroom” becomes “a real bedroom.” He is able to travel through time, because he remembers his past.

Although the memory that haunts him ultimately leads to his death, this death is his destiny. It is only through this destiny that he can imprint the memory on his younger self, which essentially makes him save humanity. Just like the higher beings from the future, he cannot “refuse to [his] own past the means of [his] own survival.”

The importance of memory for the essence of humanity in 2001 is maybe a bit less evident, but it still plays an important role. In the first segment of the film, the monolith teaches one of the apes, called Moonwatcher in the original script for the film, how to use tools. When he uses them for the first time, hitting the skeleton of a tapir with one of its bones, images of ano­ther dying tapir are intercut, followed by shots of the apes eating meat. Moonwatcher has remembered the force of his tool and used it for hunting – taking an important step in the deve­lopment of the human race. Later, he remembers again, and uses his tool to defeat the lea­der of the enemy tribe, who, without the memory of the tool, appears naturally inferior and less human.

Subsequently, memory becomes an even more important element to distinguish humanity from its Others. The key figure in this case is the HAL 9000 computer, which, as the BBC interviewer in the film describes, “can reproduce, though some experts still prefer to use the word ‘mimic’, most of the activities of the human brain,” a fact that prompts astronaut Frank Poole to describe him as “a sixth member of the crew.” Thus, HAL seems to be able to act exactly like a human being, and, just like a human being, he apparently starts developing human emotions: pride, defiance, jealousy, and fear.

Consequently, when HAL starts acting irratio­nally and kills the members of the crew, Dave Bowman has to deactivate HAL’s humanity. He does so by entering the computer’s “Logic Memory Center” and unplugging, one by one, HAL’s memory circuits, reducing him to his basic functions of monitoring the ship. HAL, accordingly, begs Dave to stop: “Dave, my mind is going.” Unable to remember anything, the pseudo-humanity the computer had established, vanishes. Only Dave, the single re­maining human in the orbit of Jupiter, may conquer time and travel through the space-gate beyond the infinite.

Solaris

It is in Solaris that the connection between humanity and memory reveals itself in the most immediate way. Psychologist Chris Kelvin travels to the space station hovering above the ocean Solaris, which sends the inhabitants of the station ‘visitors’, beings it extracts from their memories. These beings, however, are not humans. They are “simulacra made not of ordinary matter but of neutrinos […]. They are a physical embodiment of all the temptations, desires and suppressed guilt that torment the human mind”, as Maya Turovskaya put it in her essential book on Tarkovsky (51).

Chris’s visitor is his ex-wife Hari, who committed suicide ten years before his space voyage. The Hari who visits Chris is conscious, but she has no memories: “Who am I?” she says as she looks into a mirror. “As soon as I close my eyes I can’t recall what my face looks like.” Because she is just an image extracted from her husband’s mind, without a recollection of anything that came be­fore, she is essentially inhuman: “One cannot be a human being without knowing ‘love for the graves of our ancestors’” (Turovskaya 56).

When Hari asks Chris if he knows who he is, he answers: “Yes, all humans do.” However, it is difficult enough for the human inhabitants of the space station to remember who they are. The station is “filled with memories of Earth, with the fruits of its culture as well as the perfect mechanisms that are the fruits of its technology,” as Turovskaya notes (55). We are “graphically reminded of how limited [the lives of the inhabitants] are by the rustle of strips of paper on the station, reminding the space scientists of the rustling of leaves in the same distant way that a page of shorthand reminds us of living speech” (ibid.).

Hence, Hari has to learn how to become human by recalling memories step by step, in the same way that Chris has to regain his humanity by rediscovering his feelings for her. It is the seemingly inhuman Hari, who stands up for humanity and defends Chris in front of his cyni­cal colleagues: “I think Chris is more logical than both of you. In these inhuman con­di­tions, he alone acted human. […] Your visitors are part of you, they are your conscience.” In Turovskaya’s words:

In spite of being born out of nothing, [Hari] comes to know, together with Chris, the strange and detailed world of the ‘Winter Morning’ which Brueghel’s picture spreads over the convex surface of the earth. A short piece of film from Earth preserves something both intimate and unrepeatable, but which belongs to the whole of humanity. (56)

In the end, Chris “puts all that is most human in him at the disposal of science, and agrees to an experiment whereby his inner world is projected down on to the Ocean” (ibid.). The next morning, the visitors are gone. Hari has fulfilled her destiny which has always been to sacrifice herself and Chris’s memories have broken the infinite loop of time and memory.

All three films, then, use science fiction tropes such as time travel, alien intelligences and supercomputers to illustrate at least one common point: Man may be trapped in time, but his memory of the past allows him to retain humanity, and thus something like freedom, even in a deterministic universe. By remembering what they know of their own past, the characters become distinctly human and can fulfil their human destinies.

Umgekehrte Jetpacks in The Book of Eli

Im neuen Film der Hughes Brothers, dem postapokalyptischen und auf merkwürdig unsubtile Weise christlich-propagandistischen The Book of Eli findet sich der Held des Films, gespielt von Denzel Washington, nach etwa vierzig Minuten in einem Raum wieder, in dem ein Poster des schrägen Siebziger-Jahre-Postapokalypsos A Boy and his Dog hängt. Das Poster ist nicht nur ein kurzes, kaum merkliches Cameo-Augenzwinkern ans Publikum, es ist über Minuten hinweg in mehreren Einstellungen zu sehen, manchmal ganz manchmal in einem Ausschnitt, der es einem im Kino erlaubt, auch die Tagline des Films zu lesen: “An R-Rated, rather kinky tale of survival”.

(die im Internet kursierende, abgefilmte Version lässt solche Details natürlich nicht erkennen)


(und genauso natürlich habe ich natürlich nicht nach dieser Version gesucht. Sie fiel mir in den Schoß.)

The Book of Eli ist der erste durch und durch ernste Science-Fiction-Film, der mir einfällt, der sich diese Art von direkter Referenz erlaubt: Außerhalb der Filmwelt (also für den Zuschauer) ist sie ein intertextueller Verweis. Der postapokalyptische Film The Book of Eli verweist mit dem Poster auf einen historischen Vorläufer, den postapokalyptischen Film A Boy and His Dog. In der Filmwelt aber, die ja eine direkte Fortschreibung unserer Erde sein soll, muss die Anwesenheit des Posters eine ganze Menge dramatischer Ironie enthalten: Denn Teile der Science-Fiction-Vision des Films von 1975, zum Beispiel die durch einen Nuklearkrieg verwüstete Erde, sind dort wahr geworden – Eli und seine Kompagnons leben in der Science Fiction von gestern. Wissen sie das? Das Poster sagt Ja. (Ich bin dankbar für Hinweise auf andere Filme, in denen eine ähnliche Situation vorkommt)

In der Welt von Eli findet also eine auf den Kopf gestellte Form des beliebten “Where are my Jetpacks?”-Idioms statt. Dieses zielt darauf ab, dass wir ja inzwischen in der Zukunft leben, die sich SF-Autoren seit Ende des 19. Jahrhunderts ausgedacht haben, aber leider erschreckend wenige ihrer Visionen wahr geworden sind. Der britische Comedian Eddie Izzard sagt in einer seiner Routinen: “Those doors from Star Trek – we’ve got them now… and that’s about it.” Und es gibt auch ein Buch dazu, dass ich leider noch nicht gelesen habe (inzwischen sind zumindest die Jetpacks Realität).

Die Frage, die sich stellt, ist also: Wie bewusst sind sich die Figuren eines SF-Szenarios der Tatsache, dass sie in einer Welt leben, die früher ein SF-Szenario war, einer “Stranger Than Fiction”-Welt gewissermaßen? In der Regel wird diese Frage völlig ausgeblendet. Kaum jemand, der in einer Raumschiff-Welt darauf zu sprechen kommt, dass Raumschiffe mal die Erfindung von Nerd-Autoren waren. Die einzigen, die sich trauen, in einer SF-Welt über SF zu reden, sind in der Regel die Humoristen, beispielsweise in Futurama, wo Professor Farnsworth die Frage, ob sein sprechender Affe das Ergebnis von genetischer Manipulation ist, mit den Worten beantwortet: “Oh, please. That’s preposterous science fiction mumbo jumbo. Gunther’s intelligence actually lies in his electronium hat, which harnesses the power of sunspots to produce cognitive radiation.” Insofern ist The Book of Eli zumindest in dieser Hinsicht besonders.

Ergänzend kann man hier anmerken, dass man sich natürlich auch in unserer Zeit schon fragen kann, inwiefern wir eben heute doch die Science Fiction von gestern sind. Im Netz gibt es einige Seiten zum Thema (vor allem die letzte ist gut). Jetzt müssen wir uns nur noch fragen: Sind wir auch Figuren in einem Film?

Zehn zu Null – Eine Dekade voller Filme: Sunshine (2007)

Dass ich 2007 einen etwas ungewöhnlichen Film als Nummer 1 meines Jahresfilmkonsums festlege, ist kein Zufall. für den ich mich selbst damals schon ein bisschen vor mir selbst rechtfertigen musste. 2007 beendete ich mein Studium der Filmwissenschaft und entschied mich dafür, mein Glück an einer Promotion zu versuchen – über Danny Boyle, den Regisseur von Sunshine, der mir so gut gefallen hatte, dass ich dachte, ich könnte es wagen (warum es nicht geklappt hat, ist eine andere Geschichte).

Tatsächlich aber halte ich Sunshine auch heute noch für einen der besten Science-Fiction-Filme des letzten Jahrzehnts. Er verbindet den “sense of wonder” von Klassikern wie 2001 mit dem psychologischen Schrecken des ersten Alien-Films und er macht das ziemlich gut. Im Kino hat es mich beim Ansehen enorm in den Sitz gedrückt. Seine Schwäche liegt leider im dritten Akt seines Drehbuchs (von Alex Garland). Sobald die Crew der Icarus auf ihren zum Gottesanbeter gewordenen Vorgänger trifft, driftet die Geschichte manchmal etwas auseinander, der finale Kampf erschließt sich dem Zuschauer nur noch sehr spärlich.

Das ändert nichts an den tollen Bildern, sowohl außerhalb als auch innerhalb des Schiffs, der guten Musik und einem Cast, den ich in seiner Zusammensetzung der Original-Alien-Crew durchaus ebenbürtig finde: Cillian Murphy, Michelle Yeoh, Chris Evans, Rose Byrne, Hiroyuki Sanada.

Aber ich würde Sunshine heute nicht mehr als den besten Film des Jahres 2007 bezeichnen. Diese Ehre geht mit Abstand an There Will Be Blood, Paul Thomas Andersons furiose Schlacht um Öl und Wahnsinn, die mich – als ich den Film dann endlich gesehen hatte – doch stark beeindruckt hat und sicherlich länger halten wird als jener andere sehr gute Film, der den Academy Award mit heim nehmen konnte: No Country for Old Men. Sehr clever und sehr gut war auch Zodiac von David Fincher, der von der Award Season ein bisschen vernachlässigt wurde.

2007 war ein Jahr, in dem die unterschiedlichsten Sachen gut waren. Marjane Sartrapis hervorragender Zeichentrickfilm Persepolis zum Beispiel, Robert Thalheims Am Ende kommen Touristen (allein wegen des Titels), aber auch Hairspray und Enchanted, die quietschigsten Bonbon-Filme der letzten Zeit, und Hot Fuzz, der nur ein bisschen zu verquast ist, manchmal.

Tolle Bilder gab es auch bei The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford (mit einem großen Brad Pitt) und bei Across the Universe, der viele geniale Beatles-Arrangements vorweist aber eben leider nur eine Art Nummernrevue ist. Wahnwitzige Bilder zeigte auch 300, der die Technik von Sin City perfektionierte, nicht ohne allerdings den Faschist-O-Meter noch ein paar Rasten weiterzudrehen.

Unter die Haut gingen mir Le Scaphalage et le Papillon (wahnsinnig gut!) und The Kite Runner, bei dessen Steinigungsszene ich im Kino richtiggehend zusammengezuckt bin. Zwei Komödien standen bei den Kritikern 2007 hoch im Kurs und während ich Knocked Up ebenfalls sehr gut fand, nervte mich Juno wegen seiner abgegriffenen Indie-Klischees leider extrem.

Zwei Award-Season-Filme fehlen zum Schluss noch: Ratatouille setzte für mich leider die Serie der schwächeren Pixar Filme fort (an den Haaren Ziehen? Was soll denn der Quatsch?) und Atonement war eine gelungene Romanadaption mit gut geführten und wohl besetzten Schauspielern.

Dieser Beitrag ist Teil 8 der Serie
Zehn zu Null – Eine Dekade voller Filme

Zehn zu Null – Eine Dekade voller Filme: Children of Men (2006)

Ich glaube, dass Children of Men einer der unterschätztesten Filme des Jahrzehnts ist, vor allem aber des Jahres 2006 – auch wenn viele Kritiker ihn mochten und lobten, war der Film sowohl an den Kinokassen als auch in der Award Season wenig erfolgreich, und das obwohl er auf so vielen Ebenen begeistert.

Alfonso Cuarons Film enthält einige ewig lange Kameraeinstellungen, deren perfekte Ausführung jedes Filmformalistenherz höher schlagen lassen. Hinzu kommt eine Menge angenehm subtiler Visual Effects und ein so behutsames Design, dass diese Zukunftsvision einfach sehr glaubhaft ist. Man füge außerdem eine Szene mit “In the Court of the Crimson King” hinzu, und man hat mich schon gewonnen.

Viel wichtiger ist aber, dass Children of Men einfach ein verdammt guter Science-Fiction-Film ist, weil er die eigene Gegenwart so gekonnt in die Zukunft spinnt. Aktuelle Probleme wie Terrorismus, Flüchtlinge und rückläufige Geburtenraten greift er (basierend auf dem Buch von P. D. James) auf und schöpft daraus ein Szenario, das er mit großartigen Schauspielern (Clive Owen, Julianne Moore, Michael Caine, Chiwetel Ejiofor, Peter Mullan) bevölkert und das, weil es so realistisch wirkt, sehr beklemmend ist. Sein Realismus zeichnet den Film aus: Die Kampfszenen im Flüchtlingscamp zum Ende des Films hin scheinen eher wie heutige Kriegsszenen vom Balkan oder aus Bagdad. Eingebettet in ein SF-Szenario können sie aber auf eine andere Weise wirken, die nicht so stark die “Von Krieg will ich nichts wissen”-Reflexe triggert.

Zugegeben, der Film krankt stellenweise an den üblichen Problemen: Exposition über die imaginierte Vergangenheit muss möglichst beiläufig in Dialoge eingeflochten werden, was nicht immer gelingt. Manchmal ist seine Bildsprache ein wenig zu symbolträchtig. In der hervorragenden Gesamtheit seiner künstlerischen Vision jedoch kann man darüber hinwegsehen. Ich würde ihn jederzeit wieder zum Film des Jahres ernennen.

2006 war das Jahr der Mexikaner. Neben Cuarons Children of Men begeisterte auch El Laberinto del Fauno von Guillermo del Toro die Menschen (inklusive mir) und Babel kam auch sehr gut an (ich fand ihn etwas zu betulich bemüht). Es war außerdem das Jahr von Martin Scorsese, der nach all seinen großen Historienschinken mit The Departed mal wieder einen geschliffenen, spannenden Thriller hinlegte. The Last King of Scotland gefiel mir ebenfalls vor allem in seiner Drehbuchkonstruktion sehr gut.

Christopher Nolan machte zwischen seinen beiden Batmans ein kleines Meisterwerk: The Prestige, ein gerne übersehener Geheimtipp. Und wo wir gerade bei Geheimtipps sind, Richard Linklaters A Scanner Darkly ist zwar nicht ganz einfach zugänglich – wenn man ihn aber durchdringt, kann man ihn als Freund guter SF eigentlich nur mögen. Ich mochte auch Michel Gondrys Science of Sleep, auch wenn er die Rafinesse seines Vorgängers Eternal Sunshine vermissen ließ. Und ich fand, dass Das Parfum eine solide, gute Arbeit von Tom Tykwer war, die das Buch angemessen auf den Bildschirm übertrug.

V for Vendetta mochte ich damals auch, ich bezweifle allerdings, dass der Film einer zweiten Sichtung standhält – wo wir allerdings gerade bei Explosionen sind: Mission: Impossible III von JJ Abrams wusste dank Philipp Seymour Hoffmann als guilty Pleasure auch zu begeistern ebenso wie der neue Bond Casino Royale wegen seiner vielen frischen Ideen.

2006 bot auch zwei gute Komödien: Little Miss Sunshine und Thank You For Smoking und viel zu viele – und dafür in der Summe umso enttäuschendere – Animationsfilme, allen voran der schwächste Pixar-Film Cars. Auf den Hype um Borat konnte ich dank mangelnder Witzigfindung leider nicht aufspringen und werde es wohl auch nicht mehr.

Half Nelson mit einem tollen Ryan Gosling und einem sehr atmosphärischen Soundtrack von Broken Social Scene bekam ebenso die verdiente Aufmerksamkeit der Academy wie The Queen, dessen eher zurückgenommener Inszenierungsstil ihm allerdings ein wenig das Kinoformat nahm. Und schließlich war da noch der Doppelschuss von Clint Eastwood, Flags of our Fathers und der hochgelobte Letters from Iwo Jima, den ich allerdings leider noch nicht gesehen habe. Das ist dann etwas fürs nächste Jahrzehnt.

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