ONCE

Written and Directed by John Carney

Art has the unique ability of transport- a glance, a note, a shot, they all have the power to navigate our memories and bring us back to a specific point in our lives. For me it is the power of music that is most effective in this endeavour, as my life has a very distinct and clear soundtrack, each song dog-tagged with an emotional moment that always seems to revolve around the notion of love lost or gained.

Perhaps the movies have given us this overtly romanticized notion of "our song," but I think it is not too far from reality- there is a song for every moment of our lives. Not in the sense that a particular song was playing in the background when a specific moment happened, rather there are songs that express what we're feeling better than any words can do. That is the true magic of music, of art.

It's hard for me to express, so how fortunate am I that the tiny no-budget Irish independent film ONCE has done a far better job explaining the phenomenon of the power of song. The film is a capsule of a moment, with a soundtrack crafted to embrace these memories in our minds and hearts forever.

ONCE is a musical romance in the most traditional sense. As in every romantic film, the guy and the girl meet cute, exchange witty banter, sing songs together, and away we go. But what is so remarkable about ONCE is that it is firmly set in reality, the songs are meaningful beyond words, and the people involved are real flesh and blood, and not caricatures of people in love.

The guy and the girl (who do not have names, so as to imply the universality of the relationship) are two people on the fringes of society. He is a vacuum cleaner repairman by day and a busker by night, singing songs of his own invention on the sidewalks of Dublin for the pennies of the occasional passersby. She is a Czech immigrant, doing odd jobs and living in a flat shared with her mother and daughter, and a host of other immigrants.

The girl hears boy sing one evening, and she loves what she hears. Herself a musician, she offers an opportunity to sing one of his songs together in a musical instrument shop, he on his guitar and she on piano. He accepts, and the first inkling of a common bond is established.

The girl is, as in most romantic films of this nature, a quirky, attractive, free spirit, but as the guy and the audience learns in an awkward scene, she is not the stereotypical muse who serves to only inspire beautiful songs of longing. She is, rather, just another wounded soul, just like him, in need of a companion and some comfort. Music is the bridge over this gap, and it is used to brilliant effect to convey the inner turmoil and common desires of two people who could be no more different.

It's not until later that we understand who these songs are really about, and it is a far more romantic gesture than I can describe. Through these songs we understand that we have a different love for different people. It reminds me, fittingly, of an old Irish proverb that my grandfather (who is Indian, not Irish) told me some time ago:

"A man has three loves in his life; his mother, whom he loves the longest, his wife, whom he loves the most, and his sweetheart, whom he loves the best."

ONCE encapsulates this proverb perfectly, and the final shot of the film is the ultimate affirmation of this belief. The romance of this film is so apt because it does not decry that there is an ultimate love, rather, love is diverse and it creates the most beautiful, complex, painful, and rich tapestries out of our lives.

The performances are top notch with Glen Hansard, real-life lead singer of the brilliant Irish band The Frames, playing the boy with a wounded innocence and awkward charm. He is a good lad, raised well by his parents, and, as with most artists, is relatively modest about the power of his art. The girl, played by Marketa Irglova, transcends the otherworldly intelligence of her character, a woman who has been hurt but has a lot to give- but only to the right person, someone whom she can trust, someone who can share her pain and joy with.

Director John Carney, a musician himself, made the bold choice of choosing musicians over actors who could sing, and his treatment of the actors and the material remains true to the struggles and joys of musicians, who create within their own unique idiom. Shot largely using a telephoto lenses from a distance, Carney allows his actors to roam about Dublin and play their roles true to real life. We don't get the cliché close ups showing love and longing on the faces of the protagonists, rather, it is the music that is the window into these people's hearts and souls.

Like any fond memory, my recollection of ONCE doesn't really pay the film justice. As I listen to the soundtrack I'm taken back to the lives of these two complete strangers, and I recall my time spent with them, and through their music, I feel like they've shared a very special moment in their lives with me. I wish I could reciprocate, sharing my stories of love lost and found. But alas, they're just characters in a film, and I shall reserve my tales for my friends and family, told over coffee or dinner on lazy summer evenings, in both strange and comfortable places, with a song for every moment. And I'm sure I'll bring up this film when I do.

ONCE is one of the best films of the year, if not the best. Seek it out.

APOCALYPTO

APOCALYPTO
Co-written and Directed by Mel Gibson

It's very difficult to write a review of this film without having some subconscious reference back to Mel Gibson's personal politics, so let me try and clear the air before we begin. Mr. Gibson's politics and beliefs may very well be troubling, but as a director his skills merit artistic respect. The bigger quandary is that, in today's world of art, it is personality that weighs heavier than talent, and in such an environment is it really possible to divorce the art from the entity behind it? It's a difficult task, but not impossible- we respect Polanski's work despite his criminal background, we still regard D.W. Griffith as the godfather of American cinema despite his making one of the most racist films in cinematic history, and the writings of Nietzsche are still highly regarded despite his being a misogynist. So it's not impossible, and what I write is in respect to Gibson's execution of his art, and not the man himself.

On to the matter at hand...

Man has been at war since his inception- not with himself, but rather with nature. Since the first development of some level of cognitive reasoning, perhaps the creation of the first tool, man has been in an antagonistic conflict with nature, trying to bend her and make her submit to our desires which we call civilization. We have manipulated her, polluted her, and defined her within our own paradigm, all with a complete lack of sensitivity or any fear of repercussion.

Archaeological data suggests that ancient civilizations had a more intrinsic relationship with nature, enlisting deities that were representative of natural forces, done to establish boundaries and god-fearing respect. In our modern development, this relationship was lost- perhaps to the spread of Christianity, or perhaps, as aforementioned, to the progression of science and technology. Or maybe both. Either way, our respect for nature has waned and is on the brink of extinction.

It is in retrospect then that I feel Mel Gibson's Mayan-language epic APOCALYPTO is a fair warning to what we as a civilization have in store for us, should our war with nature persist. Upon first glance, the film looks like a simple action-adventure, a chase-driven adrenaline ride meant to get the blood flowing and the eyes popping. But Gibson is not so simple a filmmaker, and his intentions for the film bleed much deeper than what is on the surface. If THE PASSION OF THE CHRIST was Gibson's uneven ode to submission, then APOCALYPTO is a likewise testament to man's ill-fated defiance to a higher power.

The story is basic- a Mayan tribe leads a peaceful existence in the forest. Their idyllic life is disrupted by a raid from a more "civilized" tribe, and the villagers are taken away, led to a giant temple, and placed upon the altar of the Sun God, to be sacrificed to satiate the deity. Among these abductees is Jaguar Paw (Rudy Youngblood in a sterling performance), a family man who has within him a strong natural instinct to read danger from his surroundings. By celestial blessing, he is spared the sacrifice and escapes from his captors, and is chased through the forest.

And that's it. Gibson spares us from typical Hollywood cliche of over-explaining this dead culture, bypassing pedagogy and dropping us right in the thick of things, giving us a deep sense of discovery and curiosity. His intention is to not educate us about Mayan culture, but rather experience it.

There are no doubts that the Mayan and Aztec civilizations were beyond violent, many of the brutalities stemming from early machinations of the unison of church and state. We're shown the holy men and emperors manipulating the masses with practice, ritual, and fear. The balance of power weighs heavily in the aristocracy and the religious institutions, and their hunger for power is satiated in smoke and mirrors, through the horrific practice of live human sacrifice. Again, the film gives little academic explanation of what these rituals mean, but it is exhaustive in its accuracy (I can attest to this, as I studied Mayan cultures as part of my Anthropology degree).

Gibson is to be credited in that never once are these civilizations portrayed as savages- their practices and beliefs, while draconian by today's standards, are given treatment without judgment. The fear and anxiety we feel is for the characters, and does not stem from a critique of cultural practise. A commendable feat, given the nature of the subject.

Jaguar Paw's escape is simply brilliant in execution, a nerve-wracking sequence of events that serve to strip these complex civilizations down to primal creatures, where decorum is ditched for the sole purpose of survival. It's here where we see nature rear her vindictive head, preying on the men who pursue Jaguar Paw, giving penance to those that defy and attempt to mutilate her design. She in turn cooperates with Jaguar Paw, a man who respects and is in harmony with nature, a man who understands his place in the bigger picture. It is nature who reveals the true man within- a creature among many other creatures, an entity who is privileged to share life with the trees, the soil, and the biomes surrounding him.

Gibson's vision of nature is therefore both menacing and nurturing, and it is true to the beliefs of the ancient civilizations that placed equal fear and respect in her. In the final shots we see Jaguar Paw looking upon the advancements of a new civilization, and he ultimately turns his back upon it, placing his trust within the forest.

A bold statement, but a necessary one. Perhaps we have abused this planet, and being that she is stronger than us, she can squash us in one foul swoop. She has been patient with us, giving us the benefit of the doubt that we will see the err in our ways. She has at times warned and punished us, with tremors and cracks in the soil, and ferocious punches of water and fire that have decimated the strongest shelters we could muster up.

APOCALYPTO, as its name suggests, is about the destruction of a highly advanced civilization, but it is also a revelation, a prophecy, that if we continue along a path of defiance against nature, than we too shall crumble. Our civilization is one that decidedly lacks humility, and has an arrogance of invincibility that bears repercussion. Just as Mayan men were sacrificed to causes of little understanding, how different is it today that we send innocent men to war for a conflict that is cryptic in cause? We assume foolish power over our fellow citizens, boorish superiority, murderous intent justified by religious fundamentalism, and have leaders who assume the power of gods.

Certainly the film carries its share of flaws, at times playing to the predictable and reveling in spectacle over substance. These instances disrupt the suspension of belief and tend to remind us that we are watching a film, but for the most part the film is entirely convincing, from its spectacular settings and cinematography, to fine, earnest performances from a cast of unknowns. Not since Werner Herzog's masterpiece AGUIRRE, WRATH OF GOD have I felt literally transported to such a distant place and time, and APOCALYPTO gives good reason to make such a comparison. This is Gibson's best film to date, and an experience to be cherished.

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