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Spanish Film Festival Opens at SIFF Cinema

SIFF presents the Festival of New Spanish Cinema–a 10-film compilation–beginning tonight at SIFF Cinema in McCaw Hall. A full-series pass is $60 ($40 if you’re a SIFF member).

The Opening Night film, screwball comedy With or Without Love (7:30 p.m.), includes a post-film reception at Ten Mercer with complimentary hors d’oeuvres and  Spanish wines. For that, it’s $25 ($20 for SIFF members). If you’re just interested in the film, it’s the usual $10.

Colombian star Angie Cepeda is “expected to attend,” which should be a treat. The English translation of the title is the only thing clunky about With or Without Love, which packs about six hours of zany romantic comedy into 97 minutes.

The marvelously expressive Cepeda plays self-interested raving beauty Claudia, who is upset by her lover-on-the-side Pablo (Quim Gutiérrez) deciding to take up with a girl who’s actually single (Miren Ibarguren from the Spanish TV show Aída). Claudia enlists her theoretically more demure, grounded sister Monica (Juana Acosta from the TV mini-series Carlos) in a harebrained scheme to separate Pablo from his new love interest, and there is also singing and dancing, except for that one time Claudia is trying to talk and yells at the music to shut up.

It’s something like if Howard Hawks had decided to rewrite and direct an Umbrellas of Cherbourg set in Spain and the Canary Islands. Stay far away if you dislike gorgeous people, rapid-fire dialogue, general hilarity, and picture-postcard settings.

At 9:30 p.m., you get a distinct change of pace in the melancholic Every Song Is About Me, a first-novel of a film about a young couple who separate after six years, only to find that not only is the grass not greener, but it’s really difficult to figure out how to get back to the old patch of grass.

Your guide is Ramiro, who seems like your typical late-20s humanities major, working in his uncle’s bookshop and feeling put upon and out of joint re: the world at large. You may read that the movie is Woody Allen-esque, but if so, it’s Woody from his Bergman phase. More accurate is that it’s an homage to the French New Wave.

If you stick out the lugubrious first 20 minutes, with Ramiro in a gray, downcast mood about separating from Andrea, his self-involvement lessens and you begin to glimpse his world: his friends, their social lives, and how destabilizing that moment is in life when adulthood beckons, and a fraying post-graduate social circle begins to pull apart. Since Ramiro spends a good deal of his “moping” sleeping with very attractive women, your sympathy for him and his picaresque tale may be strained, but there are moments of quiet truth here.

SIFF Dispatch: Mid-week Three

the SunBreak at SIFF 2011

The light at the end of the Seattle International Film Festival is getting closer, but there’s still plenty of popcorn and cinema to enjoy between now and Sunday evening. Before you dash off to your next screening, be sure to check the SIFF updates page to see which films are already sold out or are selling fast. Notable updates include the addition of El Bulli: Cooking In Progress to the festival lineup and the placement of extra screenings of  Late Autumn, Burke & Hare, Flamenco, FlamencoSmall Town Murder Songs, and The Poll Diaries in the Sunday TBA spots. Just like Al Pacino before him, this year’s tribute to Warren Miller has also been postponed due to scheduling conflicts. Finally, tonight’s pairing of local singer-songwriter Damien Jurado and the Russian Avant Garde has been consolidated to a single live performance tonight at the Triple Door. These presentations of live original soundtracks for archival films is a consistent SIFF strong suit; tickets are going fast — buy now or regret later.

With that in mind, let’s take a look at the films Team SunBreak has watched during the beginning of this weekas well as the films that we’re most looking forward to seeing over the next couple days. Individual tickets for most films cost $11 for the public and $9 for SIFF members. Matinées are a bit cheaper ($8/$7), as are slightly discounted packs of tickets in bundles of 6 or 20. Note that this week features a “Gay-la” presentation of August on Thursday (7:00 p.m. @ Egyptian, followed by a party at Pacific Place in Pnk Ultra Lounge; tickets to the party + film are $25).

WHAT WE SAW:

Tony: Since the last check-in, I saw Tabloid, the latest feature from the doc genre’s resident Orson Welles, Errol Morris. It tells the truly bizarre story of Joyce McKinney, a former beauty queen who sent the UK press into a frenzy in 1978 when she travelled from Utah to England to kidnap (and allegedly rape) her erstwhile fiancee, a Mormon missionary named Kirk Anderson. It’s delivered with Morris’s customary editing and structural elan, though sometimes the director grabs for cheap laughs by treating his interviewees with a gawker’s sense of condescension. (Thursday, 9:30 p.m. @ SIFF Cinema; Sunday, 3:45 p.m. @ Admiral)

Detective Dee and the Mystery of the Phantom Flame had its last screening on Monday, but if this sumptuous and rousing period drama/mystery/action flick doesn’t get a theatrical run in Seattle at some point, I’ll be surprised. Andy Lau plays a forensics genius attempting to solve the mysterious deaths of several Chinese officials on the eve of the ascent of China’s first female emperor. Hong Kong’s resident Steven Spielberg Tsui Hark delivers outrageous peripheral characters and a gaggle of gorgeous visuals: thrilling martial arts sequences, nifty spontaneously-combusting victims, sawblade-bristling robots, log fu, and the first instance of deer fu that I’ve seen on film. What’s not to love?

MvB: All I saw was Bobby Fischer Against the World. It’s a biographical documentary that gives you a good introduction to Fischer as a person, but, if you’re familiar with Fischer already, it suffers from not taking up a particular perspective and examining it in-depth.

Josh: I may have liked the Bobby Fischer documentary just a little bit more than MvB did. Mainly, I appreciated how well it captured the very unlikely worldwide feverish fascination with chess as yet another Cold War proxy. It portrays Fischer as a brilliant weirdo who wins a world championship and loses his mind, not necessarily in that order. I’m not sure whether it was intentional, but the shift in the film’s momentum following the title match made the champion’s descent into madness and occasional returns to the public spotlight all the more uncomfortable to watch. Although there were plenty of insightful commentators and historical footage to tell his story, the real star of the film was gorgeous set of recently-released portraits made by LIFE magazine’s Harry Benson, one of the few people who seemed to have a healthy and supportive relationship with the reclusive, unstable, prodigy. (today, 4:30 p.m. @ Harvard Exit; also HBO Summer Documentary Series)

I feel bad picking on the Green Wave, given the importance of its subject matter — pervasive human rights abuses in Iran, particularly surrounding the swell of protests surrounding the tainted 2009 elections. However, it suffers from its reliance on two young bloggers whose stories are plaintively narrated against laconically animated drawings that too frequently descend into caricature. While their stories are tragic, the film drags along slowly, paging through out-of-order overwrought young adult journal entries and occasionally interspersing scant video footage and occasional interviews.

On the non-documentary front, Tilt also revisited the Cold War era by way of Bulgaria during the slow collapse of the Iron Curtain. A bunch of teens skateboard, play pinball, and have a run-in with a fanatical police colonel over some low-level sales of contra-band pornography. When the Berlin Wall falls, the skaters make a break for odd jobs, extra cash, and cramped quarters in West Germany. There’s a star-crossed love story at the heart of this comedy that takes a dark turn when the boys return from the west to find that their old nemeses have mobbed up and cashed in on post-Soviet chaos. The screening provided one of this year’s cuter Q&A moments when the producer called his brother (the film’s director) so that he could hear the audience’s applause across ten time zones.

Finally, High Road was a  loosely scripted comedy packed with Upright Citizen’s Brigade alums that follows a small time drug dealer somewhat mistakenly on the run from the law. Dashing away from town, his girlfriend, and depression over his band’s sudden break-up, our hero becomes an inadvertent kidnapper when his sixteen-year-old neighbor joins him on the road to escape being sent to military school. The story of mistaken identities, general incompetence, and good intentions won’t change your life, but the performances are winning and the humor is generous.

FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION:

Wednesday, June 8

  • The White Meadows MvB called it “slow-moving and enigmatic” noting that “the surreal salt formations of Iran’s Lake Urmia are stunning, but it’s the film’s quiet outrage that leaves the theatre with you.” (June 8, 4:30 p.m. @ the Neptune)
  • Sushi: the Global Catch chronicles the way that modern fishing techniques and growing demand are rapidly and catastrophically depleting the world’s fish stocks. (7:00 p.m. @ Admiral; June 10, 4:30 p.m. @ Harvard Exit)
  • Buck If you don’t already have tickets to this documentary about the real-life Horse Whisperer, be prepared to camp out on the standby lines to see his inspirational story. (7:00 p.m. @ SIFF Cinema; Thursday, 6:30 p.m. @ Kirkland)
  • The Catechism Cataclysm A priest and his friend take an ill-fated canoe trip, meeting a pair of Japanese students who are trying to recreate Huck Finn along the way. All of the surrealism, parables, and promised gross-out humor were shot right here in beautiful Washington. (tonight, 7:00 p.m. and Thursday, 4:30 p.m. @ Neptune)
  • Heading West A film essay about a woman’s life in Amsterdam over the course of a year. (7:00 p.m. @ Pacific Place; June 10, 4:30 p.m. @ Egyptian)
  • The Redemption of General Butt Naked A Liberian warlord and recruiter of child soldiers emerges as an evangelist demanding forgiveness. (9:30 p.m. @ Egyptian; Thursday, 4:30 p.m. @ Egyptian)
  • Qarantina Set in post-war Iraq, this contemplative drama focuses on a Baghdad family destabilized by the presence of a hitman in their midst. (9:30 p.m. @ SIFF Cinema)

Thursday, June 9

  • Hot Coffee American tort reform as told through the once-famous story of the woman who sued McDonalds when her lap was scalded by an improperly contained beverage. (7:00 p.m; also June 11, 11:00 a.m. and June 12, 9:00 p.m. all @ Harvard Exit)
  • The Sound of Noise Musical anarchists terrorize a tone deaf policeman with guerilla performances around town using unlikely instruments. (7:00 p.m. and June 11, 1:15 p.m. @ Neptune)
  • August A languid love triangle is re-formed when one of its vertices returns from Barcelona, told in a muddled timeline with delicate guitars. (7:00 p.m. and June 11, 3:00 p.m.@ Egyptian)
  • On Tour Finds Mathieu Amalric leading an American “New Burlesque” troupe around the harbor towns of France, captures the sense of being constantly on the move without really going anywhere in a hybrid of documentary and narrative. (9:30 p.m. & June 11, 3:30 p.m. @ the Neptune)
  • Tabloid Show up to see if irate SIFF reviewer “truthteller” hijacks the screening! (9:30 p.m. @ SIFF Cinema; Sunday, 3:45 p.m. @ Admiral)

Ken Kesey’s Long, Strange Trip: An Interview with director Alex Gibney

The formerly-staid genre of documentary filmmaking has emerged from its dry talking-head ghetto in the last decade, and you can partially thank Alex Gibney for that. Gibney’s non-fiction features crackle with the kind of energy and storytelling techniques normally ascribed to fiction films, whether he’s exploring the lives of a troubled genius in Gonzo: The Life and Work of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson, or laying out the labyrinth of corruptive hubris threading through Wall Street in Enron: The Smartest Guys in the Room and Client 9: The Rise and Fall of Eliot Spitzer.

Magic Trip: Ken Kesey’s Search for a Kool Place (screening for SIFF at the Egyptian at 3:15 p.m.) chronicles the infamous, LSD-fueled cross-country bus tour undertaken by author Ken Kesey and his band of Merry Pranksters in 1964, winnowing down some 40 hours of the Pranksters’ 16mm footage to a little under two hours.

On the face of it, this latest effort sounds like a nostalgic detour from the hard-hitting work that’s made Gibney’s reputation. But he and co-director Alison Ellwood combine the footage with spoken accounts from the Pranksters and impeccably-executed re-enactment sequences to create a wholly-immersive road movie; one where the viewer stands alongside a fascinating cast of characters at ground zero of the 1960’s American Counterculture explosion. True to form, Gibney and Ellwood subtly show the powder burns that accompany that dazzling flash, too. Gibney sat down with me to offer some choice insights on the nuts and bolts of his new film, as well as some of the driving forces behind his overall body of work.

How did the project begin for you? Was this something you’d been working on for a long time, or did it just drop into you lap?

Well, Alison and I have been working on it for a long time. It was one that we spotted when we were going out to Sundance for Enron. And I just saw an article in The New Yorker, by Robert Stone, who had been on the bus briefly. He had mentioned in that article that there were forty hours of 16mm film; and I thought, “Wow, wouldn’t that be great….” The subject was interesting, but if you’re making a movie, there’s got to be the materials to make it with. So I thought, the idea of having that much footage from that trip; that’d be something.

What was the process like, paring down that forty hours of footage into a workable feature film?

Well, it was more, almost, than just paring down. First, we had to put it back together and then pare it down. The footage really needed to be restored. It was originally shot in 16mm reversal, which meant–like slide film–you could watch it. The bad part about that was: That meant they could project it. So it had developed a lot of scratches.

They [The Merry Pranksters] tried to cut it themselves. Unfortunately they were using hot splicers. A hot splicer means you actually lose a frame every time you make an edit. So, by the time we got the film, it was badly beaten-up. We got a grant from the Film Foundation, which was founded by Martin Scorsese and A & E. The Film Foundation restored the film, and A & E restored the audio. We went in and slowly but surely tried to put the pieces together. I have to give a lot of credit on that to my co-director Alison Ellwood, who kind of found a style for the film by just working with the material. It was shot in a way that was pretty chaotic [laughs]. They didn’t bring a cameraman or camerawoman with them. They thought, “Well, we can just do this ourselves.” Well, that’s not something you can just pick up.

I know you’ve worked with Alison in the past a lot as your editor. I was wondering about her role on this film.

On this film, she was very much determining the style by going in and searching through that footage and finding a way to work with it; in such a way, so that it could be told coherently from frame to frame, and also from scene to scene. So it was very much about setting the style.

You could almost see this movie as a bit of a continuation of your exploration of counterculture figures that started with Gonzo. Kesey was kind of a well-adjusted guy–he married his junior high sweetheart, settled down on a farm–so he wasn’t quite the grandiose figure that Hunter S. Thompson was. Did that present any narrative challenges for you?

I don’t think so. I think that, in his way, just like Hunter, Kesey was a tremendously charismatic figure. I think the star of the [film] is Kesey. He’s different than Hunter, and did end up inhabiting, in some ways, this very traditional Western family…. He was a traditional Western family man: rugged, individualistic; but not so much a ‘wacky counterculture character’ in some ways–even though, in some ways, he was that, also. I never thought of him as not being as wild or as interesting as Hunter. He was different; in some ways, much better adjusted than Hunter, but in some ways more anarchic and wild in terms of his ideas. He’s like the quarterback of the football team: He uses that metaphor in the movie, actually. He said, “I don’t want to be the ball. I want to be the quarterback.”

Most of your documentaries have been more investigative and hard-hitting. People on the outside who haven’t seen Magic Trip may look at the subject matter and say, “Oh, this is just going to be a nostalgia trip. This great documentarian is just coasting,” How would you respond to that kind of initial perception?

Well, it sure wasn’t coasting [laughs]. This one took six years, so it was hard labor. We wanted it to be an immersion trip. But I think with the benefit of hindsight, we can include materials in the story that reflect the more contradictory view of the [decade of the] sixties. There’s something wonderful about it, there’s something sort of wide-eyed and idealistic about it, and free about it. But there’s something that’s also fraught; you can feel the dark undercurrents to come. And in the search for freedom you can see the kind of ruddering against human nature that is ultimately going to cost everybody, big-time. So, there’s a lot in there. And there’s a lot of self-indulgent bullshit as well, really….

One of the things that I like about the documentary is that you present both of those aspects…

Right.

You see fucked-up people acting fucked-up; then you see people–oftentimes, those same people–really, truly exploring themselves and the world around them…

Yeah, the idea of them as explorers is a good one. Kesey was a big Melville nut; so the idea of these people on the high seas in some way…that, I think, registers. But explorers generally make some pretty stupid mistakes. When that territory–that trail–hasn’t been blazed before, you’re going to bump into a lot of trees, to mix our land and sea metaphors. That was important to me. I think one of the key characters in the film is Jane; this woman who’s pregnant on the trip. A lot of the time she’s very tired. The trip itself is exhausting, and you can feel that exhaustion at times in the movie. But she has this very sardonic sensibility, and she’s always showing the kind of self-indulgence that these characters inhabit.

A lot of these folks passed away long before the completion of the movie. Did you have a lot of direct interaction with the Merry Pranksters?

Sure…we started out this project in a much more traditional way. We filmed interviews with people who would look back on the events that they’d taken part in and reflect on them. We tried that a little bit, and were disappointed with the results. We found that some of the stories had been rehearsed over and over again; in some ways the Pranksters were bored with telling them. There was also, inevitably, a sense of looking back; and kind of a creeping nostalgia, even in those people who were critical about some of the events. There was kind of a reinventing of some of [those events].

To me, one of the appeals of doing the film was that footage, because it was there. You were in the moment. And then we found these other audio tapes of the Pranksters, not too long after the trip, reflecting on it. That somehow seemed like a much better way in.

It lends an immediacy to the project that your standard-issue talking head documentary…

…would not. It would constantly be taking you out, then putting you back in. There’s something about, “You’re along for the ride.” At times, that ride gets very tiring, as it must have been for them. And at times, it’s exhilarating. Because you feel like, Whoa, I’m here.

We’ve had four or five decades of the media enforcing this idea of the counterculture movement as all long-haired, unwashed freaks in wild clothes and love beads. It’s really interesting to see how ‘normal’–straight, even–the Pranksters looked.

Yeah, they look like they’re straight out of the fraternities and sororities in Animal House; consciously. Kesey had this thing about the red, white, and blue. They’re wearing these red, white, and blue-striped shirts.Their hair is all cut very close. And they’re all gorgeous-looking, I must say. Very handsome, very lovely people.

You struck it lucky with some very beautiful documentary subjects.

Yeah, wow [laughs]! They just exude a kind of sensuality and youth that’s tremendous. Even Neal Cassady, the famous hero of On the Road, was older than the rest of them were, but still, most of the time he’s got his shirt off; he’s still ripped and very handsome.

He’s like this great character actor at the front, driving the bus…

Yeah, he’s like something out of a Budd Boetticher western.

Were there any bits left out of the final cut of the movie that you would’ve left in if you’d had, say, ten more minutes of screen time to play with?

Oh, sure! There was this wonderful sequence of them going down to Tijuana, Mexico, watching a bullfight. It’s just a beautiful, beautiful sequence. It was also not that-much-used by them. They had tried to make this movie many times. And as a result, it was very pretty to look at. I’ll give them credit on one thing: This was film, so you never know what you’re gonna get until you put the film into the lab. One thing they had down was their exposure. You would’ve had to do that with a light meter, and that, they had down. Most of the footage was very well-exposed. Boy, that Mexico stuff would’ve been great to include.

Did your perception of any member of this cast  of characters change appreciably over the course of completing the film?

I think I saw Cassady in a rather different light. I both appreciated his greatness and his charisma, but also his complete nuttiness. And I think in some ways, a kind of speedy desperation. There’s a lot about what Jane says in the film that’s correct. He was a kind of action hero for very famous writers and poets, but he couldn’t create that notion himself. It must’ve been a weird existence for him, where he almost felt like a creation of other people. And I think that opened my eyes.

Have you gotten any feedback from the Pranksters or their families?

Yes. We showed it in Eugene, which was a magnificent night, at a film festival run by Richard Herskovitz there. It was great. A lot of the surviving Pranksters showed up. Mountain Girl was there. The theater was packed; there was a lot of psychedelic memorabilia [laughs]. And they loved it. George Walker said, “This is the film we set out to make,” and nothing could be a higher compliment. Alison and I, I can tell you, were terrified, because we had these big [dramatized] drug sequences in it. What are these veteran drug explorers going to think of those? But they loved them, so we felt pretty good about it.

One of the hallmarks of your style is that you don’t make dry documentaries. There’s a real cinematic-quality narrative driving them. It seems to point to your background editing trailers and working on fiction features…

I think that’s right. Let’s face it: There are a lot of talking heads in my films. But they’re usually surrounded by a lot of other stuff. I think a lot about style when I make a movie. I don’t think there’s an individualistic style for me, but I think a lot about how each film should have a different style according to the subject. This one, Magic Trip, was a very different kind of thing. Client 9 has a much more classical look: It’s meant to be sort of a sophisticated mystery thriller. And it was shot like that. [Magic Trip] is wildly different. It’s kind of an archival cinema-verite project.

You won an Oscar for Taxi to the Dark Side, and made documentaries that have left a strong impression on the public consciousness. Is it easier for you to get projects off the ground now? Do you have total freedom in terms of choosing subjects?

I wouldn’t say total freedom; and choosing subjects usually doesn’t work that way. To be honest, most of my films–not all, but most–are films that are brought to me, and financiers tend to like that more. “This is a film I’d like to do. How would you do it?” Then I have to think, well, is this something that would be interesting to me? And if it is, I take the gig. It’s usually easier to get films made that way.

What would be an example of one closer to your heart, as opposed to one that was inspired or imposed by an outside source?

Well, Enron was my idea, but one of the films that’s closest to my heart is Taxi to the Dark Side, which someone suggested that I do. It’s hard to tell: Client 9 was one that was brought to me, and I had a ball making it. I felt like I was at the top of my game with that, if I may say so myself [laughs]…in terms of the storytelling. It’s a complicated story. For me, at least, it doesn’t work that […] the only [films] I care about were the ones I thought of first. Sometimes, you take a journey. Magic Trip would be a classic example. That is one that, when Alison and I were reading that article, we thought that it’d make a great movie. But it didn’t turn out to be the movie that we set out to make.

I would almost liken your work to that of Robert Wise, a director who made a lot of great, varied films; yet there was no overt, giant hand-stamp on his work like, say, Alfred Hitchcock.

That’s fair. I think that’s my thing;  just to find a way for form to marry content. Each film gets reinvented according to the story you’re telling. The other thing I learned from doing the fiction projects was not only a sense of paying attention to visual style, but also the importance of narrative. I think that’s been the freeing thing in the last ten or fifteen years of documentary filmmaking. It’s the willingness to make documentaries more than reports. They’re stories, like good non-fiction books, really.

Tuning into the Warren Etheredge Channel

Warren Etheredge and Morgan Spurlock

With all the news about C.R. Douglas leaving the Seattle Channel, it’s worth mentioning that his colleague in Seattle-based emceeing and interviewing, Warren Etheredge, has a talk-show channel set up on Vimeo.

Called The High Bar (it’s shot at Capitol Hill’s Chapel Bar in the off-hours), it features Warren talking often with film actors and directors (Jodie Foster, Morgan Spurlock, Duncan Jones), but also with social media maven Monica Guzmàn Preston. In his latest outing, Etheredge talks with story guru Brian McDonald about…okay, you guessed it, story. But also: why games aren’t stories, per se; what McDonald means by “masculine” and “feminine” storytelling modes; and what makes a Hollywood movie taste like a Twinkie.

The bar looks nice, but Warren needs to put the flask down. Who brings a flask to a bar, anyway?

Brian Stelter on Page One, Twitter, and Storm-Chasing

Brian Stelter

Brian Stelter normally reports on media for The New York Times, but he’s also a self-confessed “weather geek,” which is why when I sit down with him for an interview about Page One, the documentary he appears in, he’s just back from tornado-ravaged Joplin, Missouri–and still processing.

“I want to buy new shoes and a raincoat,” he says. “I was wearing these shoes. I feel like I was walking through a cemetery.”

As it happened, he owes the experience to Oprah. He’d “raised his hand” to cover a few storms over the past year, but the timing had never worked. This time, he was flying to Chicago for Oprah’s last show and when he landed in Chicago the departure board showed a flight in an hour to Kansas City. He called the national desk and told them, “I could be in Joplin by noon,” and they said to catch the plane.

Reporting what he saw was difficult because “communication was really, really weak. It was almost impossible to get a phone call or an email out.” He ended up turning to Twitter: ” I thought Twitter was my best reporting, my most immediate reactions.”

His story in the Times retains the telegraphic qualities of on-the-ground impressions:

Lauren Johnson used her iPhone as a flashlight to trek through the basement where she had taken shelter with her father when the storm enveloped their neighborhood.

She shook her head as she walked upstairs. “Our neighborhood, it” — she paused — “it ceases to exist.”

As one of the “next generation” of journalists at The New York Times, Stelter treats multi-platform reporting as a fait accompli, telling me that he gets “annoyed with some of my colleagues in the media who only use Twitter as a one-way medium. I also like using it to talk back. To anyone who replies to me, I try to reply back. I have this crazy idea that if we reply to people maybe they will be one percent more likely to pay,” he says, referring to the Times‘ newly instituted, much discussed paywall.

“People are going to know you’re the one to go to when they have a story idea,” he continues. “When they have a tip. When they’re pissed off about something.”

As for the paywall itself, “it’s early days,” he says. “We haven’t had firm numbers on the paywall yet, we’ve been told it’s exceeding expectations. I think the journalists in us would like to know what the expectations were. We’d like to see the raw numbers, but I understand that they share that with investors before they share it with us.”

As someone who’s been “nervous about the paywall, nervous about losing audience, nervous that people my age wouldn’t pay,” he admits, he’s heartened by the news that people are in fact paying, and that he has not heard his readers complaining about not being able to read articles. “That’s how it affects writers,” he adds, “writers want to reach the broadest number of people they can.”

Stelter plays the incredible shrinking man in Andrew Rossi’s Page One documentary (playing at SIFF twice more: May 28, 11 a.m. at the Egyptian and May 30, 3:30 p.m. in Everett, where Stelter will appear for Q&As). He happened to go on a diet as the film began, and lost 90 pounds during filming. He and David Carr get significant screen time, for different reasons. Carr comes across as the hard-nosed (but adaptable, and warm-hearted) veteran, generating huge stories like the Chicago Tribune management frat-partying the paper into bankruptcy, while Stelter, recruited from his blog TVNewser, is always-on, tech-savvy, and thoughtful about his coverage of what could be a parade of media glitz.

“There’s still too much chasing of the ball, blindly,” he argues. “Especially when it comes to court cases and celebrities and entertainment news. I think a lot of that is on the television side.”

Stelter is quick to point out that television news can of course do fine work, but there’s a damning scene in Page One about a story of Stelter’s that didn’t run, where NBC seems to announce the end of the Iraq War to their viewers, massaging a convoy of trucks into a “Mission Accomplished” moment. The film shows New York Times staff frantically checking to see if they had somehow missed the memo from the Pentagon, and ultimately deciding that they would simply ignore this bit of theater.

“To watch my editors decide not to run my story was interesting because–frankly I can’t disagree with them, they made the right call–but I never get to see that back and forth between editors,” says Stelter. “Same with the page one meeting [in which editors pitch stories for coveted front page placement]–to see something that I can’t actually go to, that was pretty exciting.”

In contrast to his blogging days, Stelter says he finds the newsroom a “more deliberative” environment.

The final product is more of a team effort, a team production. There are days when that annoys me because I just want to get the story up, but the final product is almost always better when my editor and I have talked it out, hashed it out, and fought over it a little bit…. What comes out ends up being a lot better. So much of journalism is really storytelling–we’ve grown up as storytellers verbally and visually, we don’t generally tell stories in print, we tell them face to face, in person. I’ve been lucky I’m surrounded by editors who have the time to do that.

As much as Page One is an almost unfettered glimpse into the workings of the nation’s paper of record, it’s also a story of how the Titanic of the newspaper industry only sideswiped the iceberg.

As murky as the crystal ball remains, the film recalls the panicky moment when nothing seemed certain, when the Times engineered the sale-leaseback of its own building to generate capital. That and the mass layoffs, says Stelter now, feel “like the reactions of a trauma surgeon. For a while, I don’t think I knew how dire the straits were in ’08 and ’09, at times. It feels markedly better now.” It’s at this moment that The Atlantic chose to speculate on the unthinkable: the death of The New York Times, a story that still inspires some heated rejoinder.

But, Stelter points out, it’s not just the economy, stupid: Things were happening that were not as clearly evolutionary at the time: “the generation-long shift of audience from print to the web […] was happening in the middle of all these dire economic problems, and I think the film is able to hit on both. It’s able to show how our consumption patterns are changing, while at the same time, day to day, advertising revenue was collapsing.”

An associated campaign, Consider the Source, hopes to build on one area the film explores: the role of aggregators and search in relation to a news source. (“I like the Huffington Post, I read it a lot. I like how they repackage my stories,” says Stelter, when I ask if he’s bugged at all by Huffington’s recent payday.)

But there’s much more to the film: the reinvention of subscriptions as gadget-based (and the concomitant question of dependencies on third-party platforms like the iPad), the effects of Judith Millers and Jayson Blairs, the sea changes in overall business model.

The sheer amount of money that is needed to sustain fact-gathering (and fact-checking) remains a conundrum. “You think journalists are everywhere,” warns Stelter, “but there’s actually a rather small number of people getting the basic facts for us,” listing the few organizations that keep staffed overseas bureaus.

While he admits to chafing a little at speed constraints (“They created infrastructure so we can publish blog posts 24 hours a day, which we didn’t used to have. So we’ve made progress on that front.”), in the end, he says, “I don’t want to risk the Times‘ reputation even a little bit by putting [rumors] online. We take risks of other kinds, by putting people into war zones, we don’t need to be taking risks with our facts.”

You can hear the institutional voice of the Times in that–though Keith Olbermann might disagree on particulars. I was struck particularly by Stelter’s contention that, “Maybe it’s because I have better sources, but I don’t find myself [often] wanting to publish something and struggling to prove it.” In the film, the acid-test of that assertion comes as Carr brings sources speaking on background to talking on the record to the Times–a Chicago Tribune competitor. It’s far from easy, but as the Tribune would be eager to sue for any misstep, Carr knows he needs an ironclad story, and works like a terrier until he gets it.

“My readers at the Times don’t care as much about…rumors as my readers on my old blog,” concludes Stelter, who is supposed to be calling his agent back about ideas for a first book. “I want to write a television book, I just don’t know exactly what the topic should be. I think as a journalist you’re always looking for another challenge…. I’m so comfortable on 140-character tweets and 1,000-word stories–I know I can write those, I don’t know if I can write a book. I’m interested in that challenge.”

SIFF: Midweek Dispatches

the SunBreak at SIFF 2011
We’re just under a week into SIFF, with almost three weeks of film festival to go! Be sure to check the SIFF updates page to see which films are already sold out or are selling fast. Individual tickets for most films cost $11 for the public and $9 for SIFF members. Matinees are a bit cheaper ($8/$7) and those who are more willing to commit can consider all sorts of passes still for sale as well as slightly discounted packs of tickets in bundles of 6 or 20.

Young Goethe comes to Everett for a party Thursday night at the Performing Arts Center.

With that in mind, let’s take a look at what SIFF films those of us at The SunBreak saw so far this week as well as the films that we’re most looking forward to seeing over the next couple days. Note that this week marks SIFF’s residency in Everett with a gala presentation of Young Goethe in Love on Thursday night ($25, includes party and film).

WHAT WE SAW:

Josh: My week included a trio of imperfect but interesting films that made use of science fiction premises as an excuse to play out thought experiments, with varying degrees of success. All three ditched (or couldn’t afford) flashy special effects, instead striking contemplatively moody tones, employing muted color palettes, and focusing tightly on a couple of characters.

I think that my favorite of the three was Womb, in which Eva Green’s rekindled romance with a childhood crush is cut tragically short. In whatever future they’re inhabiting on the stormy German shores, though, she has the option of gestating his clone and raising him as a son. The results are predictably creepy, but Hungarian director Benedek Fliegauf doesn’t lose sight of the dark humor potential in his exploration of the taboos at play. Reckless driving is also the catalyst for a moral quandary in Another Earth, in which the surprising appearance of our planet’s twin in the night sky both indirectly induces a tragic accident and serves as a long-shot for redemption. The ever-looming planet increasingly becomes a distraction from would have been an interesting and strongly-acted character study on how (not) to deal with post-prison life by inserting yourself into the survivor of the people you killed. While the main character is working through her issues with ever-questionable behavior, the absence of global terror about the clone Earth wreaking havoc with the tides, the potential for planetary destruction upon their collision, the challenges of interplanetary travel, and the motivations of our only recently desynchronized neighbor loomed. For those determined to see everything at this year’s SIFF with Ewan McGregor and Eva Green, there’s Perfect Sense (final screening today, 4:30 pm at the Egyptian). Set in approximately modern-day Glasgow but infused with dispassionate outside-of-time Galadrielesque narration, it charts the rocky romance between a chef and an epidemiologist who have the misfortune of finally finding each other just as the world’s population is losing its senses one violent episode at a time. That the population would greet the global loss of smell with a “life goes on” attitude was plausible, but as the other senses line up to make their exit without much intervention from the medical establishment it begins increasingly difficult to invest in the syrupy romance in a world where cyanide tablets would be a hot commodity.

Audrey: I liked all three sci-fi lite films (Another Earth, Perfect Sense, and Womb) more than Josh, but that’s due more to lowered expectations than anything else.  All three have a strong premise, and sometimes, that’s all it takes–based on a good starting idea alone, these films were granted a little more leeway with their use of allegory and/or “poetics.” Womb in particular imparted several important life lessons: don’t sleep with a dumb mousy girl if you’ve got a Eva Green as your MILF; teach your child/lover early on to love you and only you, but have some simple explanations/lies at the ready; and look both ways before stepping out into the street.

Josh: In less apocalyptic news, there’s the struggle of print newspapers to survive in bad economic conditions and increasing competition. In particular, with Page One: Inside the New York Times Andrew Rossi chose a particularly interesting year to profile the nation’s paper of record. Viewed mostly through the lens of the paper’s Media Desk, this loosely structured documentary begins at the approximate time that several newspapers across the country (including our own Seattle Post-Intelligencer) were closing down or ceasing print operations. From there, we watch as the Times contends with massive layoffs in its own newsroom, WikiLeaks bombshells, and the photo-op end of combat operations in Iraq. Although many staffers are profiled and plenty of talking heads pontificate, the primary narrative follows the cantankerous and charismatic David Carr as he contextualizes the paper’s relevance in the face of emerging trends in social media and investigates the collapse of another old media empire. (today, 7:00 pm @ Neptune; May 28, 11:00 am @ Egyptian; May 30, 3:30 pm @ Everett).

MvB: Honey (all showings past) immerses you in the sights and sounds of a young Turkish boy whose father is a wild beekeeper. It’s part of Semih Kaplanoglu’s “Yusuf” trilogy, and it’s amazing for its recreation of youth’s fascinations and half-understandings, but also a touching portrait of a father-son bond deepened by the father’s epilepsy and the Yusuf’s ferocious stutter. Its leisurely pace derives from the rural lives it chronicles.

Win/Win (May 30, 6:30 p.m. @ the Egyptian; June 1, 4:30 p.m. @ the Neptune; June 10, 7 p.m. @ Kirkland Perf. Ctr.) is filed under Black Comedy and Make Me Laugh, but I can’t say I smiled all that much. It’s mostly an affecting drama from the Netherlands about a young stock analyst with more than a hint of Asperger’s about him, who has a knack for picking winners on the fly. His rise within his firm, contrasted with the the financial sector meltdown and the cut-throat practices of his trade, eventually precipitates a nervous breakdown.

Josh: I also caught the last screening of Microphone, a jumbled hybrid between narrative and documentary that follows a guy who returns to New York to find his long-ago love leaving town. In his ships-in-the-night depression, he floats into the lives of underground bands, street artists, and skaters. Like his attempts to pull together a showcase for their unrecognized talents, the plot doesn’t really go far, but it’s still an interesting glimpse at the streets and attitudes of pre-revolution Egypt and its youth.

FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION:

Wednesday:

  • You Are Here If director Daniel Cockburn’s debut is as playful and wonderfully strange as his acclaimed video art and short film work, this surrealist feature film should make for a fun journey (9:30 p.m. @ Harvard Exit; tomorrow, 4:30 p.m. @ Harvard Exit)
  • Steam of Life Spend an hour and a half with men who use the sacred Finnish space of the sauna to spill their emotions. (4:30 p.m. @ SIFF Cinema; also May 26, 7 p.m. @ Egyptian, June 7, 6:30 p.m. @ Admiral)
  • Page One: Inside the New York Times As mentioned above, highly recommended for news junkies; media reporter and online wunderkind Brian Stelter is scheduled to attend tonight’s screening. (today, 7 p.m. @ Neptune; May 28, 11 a.m. @ Egyptian; May 30, 3:30 p.m. @ Everett)
  • If A Tree Falls uses archival footage and interviews to re-visit the Earth Liberation Front, their extreme actions (including against the University of Washington), and the government’s prosecution of them under domestic terrorism statues. (7 p.m. @ Harvard Exit; May 29, 6 p.m. @ Kirkland)
  • Natural Selection arrives in Seattle theaters with Rachel Harris as a Christian housewife hitting the road to track down her sperm-donating husband’s drug-addled ex-convict son. (7 p.m. @ the Egyptian; May 27, 4 p.m. @ the Egyptian)
  • Silent Souls MvB recommended this melancholic Russian road trip meditation on love, culture, and identity surrounding the funeral rituals of the Merjan for those who want to travel without leaving home. (7:00 p.m. @ Pacific Place; June 12, 6:15 p.m. @ Kirkland)
  • Outside the Law sounds like Once Upon a Time in America done Algerian–a really exciting prospect from this end. (9 p.m. @ the Admiral)
  • Apart Together in this family drama, lovers separated in 1947 by China’s civil war reunite and an invitation to relocate from Shanghai to Taiwan proves complicated. (9:30 p.m. @ SIFF Cinema)
Treatment, Sean Nelson's debut as co-director & writer, screens on Thursday.

Thursday:

  • Backyard a concert documentary set in, you guessed it, a Reykjavik backyard where pizza, pancakes, and a few flyers lead some of Iceland’s brightest talents. No Sigur Rós, but at least Mùm turns up. (4 p.m. @ Neptune; May 29, 8:30 p.m. @ Admiral)
  • Pinoy Sunday factory workers try to smuggle a shiny red couch from the street to their rooftop. (4:30 p.m. @ Pacific Place)
  • The Thief of Baghdad The 1924 Thief of Bagdad is an antiquated but pretty terrific 1924 adventure, and if the Re-Imagined graft of ELO songs to the film takes, this could be a kick and three-quarters. (7 p.m. @ Neptune)
  • Treatment Local superhero Sean Nelson (actor, musician, former flagpole sitter) makes his debut as a feature film screenwriter and co-director with this story or a clueless filmmaker, his long-suffering best friend, and their scheme to cast an A-list celebrity in their movie by following him into a posh rehab facility under false pretenses. (9:30 pm @ Egyptian; May 28, 11 a.m. @ Neptune)
  • Nuummioq Another shot at Greenland’s first narrative feature film. (9 p.m. @ the Admiral)
  • John Carpenter’s The Ward Tony deemed this locally-filmed horror “not half bad.” (9:30 p.m. @ the Neptune)