VENICE, Sept 12, 2011 - The 68th Venice Film Festival was staged this year
around an abandoned construction crater that became symbolic for a film
fest whose movies reflected a society despairing of its future, scared of
immigrants, conned by banks or financial mafias and hoodwinked by
To no oneâ€™s surprise the Golden Lion award went to â€˜Faust,â
€™ Russian director Aleksander Sukorovâ€™s 134-minute saga
of the man who sold his soul to the devil in return for one night
with a coveted virgin, a Faust forever borrowing money from the
devil to finance his bacchanalian pleasures, his hunger, his lust,
an unhappy, hounded creature who constantly rushes off to new
adventures â€“ in short a man symptomatic of our times.
Like â€˜Faustâ€™ the Venice films were tenebrous.
Take â€˜4:44: Last Day on Earthâ€™ directed by Abel Ferrara, a peep into the final few hours of earthlings before a colossal apocalypse wipes
out all life on the planet. The catastrophe is caused by the disintegration of the ozone layer due to decades of environmental damage, in short a man-
made disaster which nearly all politicians (except Al Gore) ignored or
director Gian Alfonso Pacinotti adds his own flavor to the doomsday dramas: His film â€˜The Last Earthlingâ€� shows the arrival of aliens who find a
tired, disillusioned world in economic crisis. The coming of the extra-terrestrials produces a wave of racism and bizarre religious cults.
As could be expected Japanâ€™s Sono Sion adds salt and pepper to the universal tragedy with â
€˜Himizuâ€™ (the Mole) showing a dysfunctional, disorientated and desperate Japan in the wake of the
devastating tsunami and the Fukushima nuclear disaster, a Japan that no longer trusts or obeys its
authoritarian hierarchy, a film in which the wisest man is a Yakuza.
Not all movies were catalytic. The majority mirrored modern societyâ€™s defects whether in the blatant violation of
justice (French film â€˜Presumed Innocentâ€™ by Vincent Gareng based on a real story) or in Hong Kong director
Johnnie Toâ€™s haunting â€˜Life Without Principlesâ€™ which details how banks, loan sharks and organized crime
manipulate the stock market and swindle a credulous public out of their savings.
Many of the films shown in Venice are unlikely to be commercially screened by the American studios that
monopolize distribution rights.
Few cinema buffs are likely to see courageous films like Russian director Angelina Nikonovaâ€™s â€˜Twilight
Portraitâ€™ the story of a social worker physically and mentally raped who finds her rapist, a policeman. Rather then kill
or denounce him she manipulates the man into a sexual relationship to experience the mentality and brutality of the
marginalized part of Russian society, the part that lives without hope and thrives on hatred. The film turns society inside
Europeans, at least, will see Italian director Emanuele Crialeseâ€™s realistic â€˜Terrafermaâ€™
(Mainland) based on the Mediterranean island of Lampedusa stuck out in the Mediterranean and a favorite
landing destination for African boat people. The dilemma of the local fishermen is whether to honor the age-
old law of the sea and pick up floating Africans or let them drown because Italian law prohibits plucking boat
people from the sea, a rescue only navy patrol boats may carry out. (The fisherman can radio the navy then
presumably watch as the Africans drown).
In the ubiquitous battle between profit and compassion the island is divided between the few who argue they must
help, even at the cost of losing their fishing license, and the many who argue the boat people are ruining the islandâ€™s
tourist industry and it is best to leave them to the navy (or leave them to die because in the long run their deaths will
discourage others from coming.
â€˜Terrafermaâ€™ won the Juryâ€™s Special Prize and is therefore assured a place in our cinemas.
Iconic Italian director Ermanno Olmiâ€™s â€˜Cardboard Villageâ€™ addresses the same dilemma. His film
dissects a group of African refugees who have sought shelter in an old church pursued by the authorities. Shady African
characters exploit these exhausted people while they are still on the run but a dying priest with â€˜doubtsâ€™ about
whether rosaries and prayers alone can save people offers protection and stands up to the police.
Surely the boldest of the films dealing with immigrants is Belgian film director Nicolas Provostâ€™s â€œThe
Invaderâ€� the story of an African washed ashore, a man not contend with picking the crumbs from the table of the rich
white society but who wants to sit at the table as an equal. The African relentlessly chases the rich white woman who has
allowed him her favors just once and on a whim. Their sex act is depicted in a cameo-like scene: Her lily-white body,
spread-eagled, ravaged from behind by a muscular pitch-black male, both pressed against a glass panel on a high-rise
building. This powerful scene reminds us of the primordial prejudice of white society about â€˜black studsâ€™ just as the
Africanâ€™s killing later of the white exploiters of illegal black labor will be attributed to the equally legendary image of the
In â€˜All you Desireâ€™ French director Philippe Lioret takes on the core of western financial troubles, the
easy loans and loan-sharking contracts with key conditions and interest rates written in tiny letters. In a story based on
facts two magistrates decide to make a stand for a woman duped into signing such a contract. But the French appeal
courts protect the loan companies to safeguard national economic interests just as the French justice system protects its
reputation in the film â€˜Presumed guiltyâ€™ when judges refuse to acquit a group of people accused of pedophilia and
held in pretrial custody for three years even though the case against them turns out to be pure invention and a sham.
The Hong Kong tearjerker â€˜A Simple Life (director Anne Hui) was a bizarre entry for the former British
colony. It celebrated a familyâ€™s heartbreaking devotion to their aged housekeeper when reality is so
different. After all for years Hong Kong families have been charged and vilified with cruelty and maltreatment
of tens of thousands of their domestic overseas helpers from the Philippines, Thailand and Bangladesh.
The festival kicked off with George Clooneyâ€™s racy â€˜Ides of Marchâ€™ a poignant expose of the horse-
trading and sex scandals behind American elections with the inevitable and irresistible intern bedded by the man in power.
Al Pacino converts Oscar Wildeâ€™s Salome into a personal interpretation while David Kronenbergâ€™s
stunning â€˜A Dangerous Methodâ€™ credits Sabine Spielrein, a psychiatric patient of Carl Gustav Jung and probably his
mistress, with bridging the theoretical differences between Siegmund Freud and Jung, the founding fathers of psychiatry
who each defended their own version of what motivates human behavior.
The media criticâ€™s choice was Roman Polanskiâ€™s â€œCarnageâ€™ a theater play made into a
film. Two middleclass couples battle it out in the living room after their sons clashed on the playground. A
witty and engaging piece of theater-cinema the dialogue between the couples reveals our bourgeois
prejudices and peccadilloes masked by fake liberalism and contrived compassion. Reminiscent of â€˜Who is
Afraid of Virginia Wolfâ€™ the film has great performances by Jodie Foster and Kate Winslet.
No festival would be complete without a spy thriller. Tomas Alfredsonâ€™s â€˜Tinker, Tailor, Solider, Spyâ
€™ based on John le Carreâ€™s famous book is a jigsaw puzzle in which the pieces donâ€™t seem to fit but in the end
are hammered into place.
Outside the cinemas on the Venetian Lido the scandal of the crater had its own symbolic
significance. The hole was excavated two years ago with government funds as foundation for a new Cinema
Palace. Seventy aged pine trees had to die, felled in one night. But the site was simply abandoned a year
later, left open like a gaping wound. The companies involved claimed they had struck a subterranean dump of
toxic asbestos and withdrew from the project pocketing 32 million euro they had already been paid for
digging perhaps the worldâ€™s most expensive hole.
The scam was not unlike Clooneyâ€™s film â€˜Ides of Marchâ€™ where a young girlâ€™s suicide and a U.S.
vice-presidency can be traded for political gain and project contracts can be awarded for votes. Clooney, an icon in Italy,
said, tongue-in-cheek, he had not intended to make a political movie but a film about social morality.
Morality was being questioned in the streets outside the cinema by an environmental group â€˜Un
Altro Lidoâ€™ (Another Lido is possible) protesting against the crater and the obvious scam. Yet in todayâ
€™s authoritarian democracy protests, whether in public or exposed on screen, are simply left to blow in the
Uli Schmetzer, was a well-known foreign correspondent and is the
author of â€˜Times of Terrorâ€™, â€˜Gazaâ€™ and â€˜The Chinese Juggernautâ€™ all three books available for print
and as e-book on www.amazon.com
VENICE Film Fest: Despair, fear, no future and apocalypse.