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Six-pack of SIFF: The Sports Fan’s Guide

This year’s SIFF has six movies that deal primarily or peripherally with athletic competition: Four are about soccer, two about cricket. Oh, the Europhilia! Most of these movies take familiar sports film plots and move them to different locales. The one unique entrant: Red Eyes (Ojos Rojos), about which more…right now!

Red Eyes (Ojos Rojos)
An unprecedented insider’s view of international soccer. Documentarians Juan Pablo Sallato and Ismael Larrain filmed the Chilean national team’s workouts, matches, and locker room speeches from their failure to qualify for the 2006 World Cup through their successful run to the 2010 W.C. The players, rare for athletes, seem to trust the filmmakers and give really thoughtful answers to their questions. This is the must-see sports film of the festival. In Spanish with English subtitles. Directors scheduled to attend. Showtimes/Tix.

Spud
The main reason to go see this film is John Cleese’s performance as a foul-mouthed boarding school teacher. The sports tie-in is that our awkward, coming-of-age protagonist is at the school on a cricket scholarship. This is the North American premiere of the film, directed by Donovan Marsh. Showtime/Tix.

Fire in Babylon
Ready for some cricket history? Aw, yeah. This documentary chronicles achievements the West Indies cricket team, which dominated international cricket in the 1970s and ’80s with a fast, aggressive style of play. The Caribbean rise in sport is compared with the Caribbean rise in music–the soundtrack is heavy with Bob Marley, Toots Mayall, etc. From UK director and sports documentary vet Stevan Riley. In English. Showtimes/Tix.

A Barefoot Dream
Think Bad News Bears set in East Timor, this feel-good tale (based on a true! story) follows a rag-tag soccer team coached by a retired South Korean soccer pro who really just wants to launch a sporting goods store. Turns out the kids are surprisingly good. Joy ensues. Based on a true! story. Director Kim Tae-gyun is scheduled to attend May 24 and May 26 screenings In Korean, English, Tetun, Indonesian and Japanese, with English subtitles. Showtimes/Tix.

Hermano
Two brothers from the mean streets of Caracas get a tryout with their favorite soccer team. But “sinister undercurrents … threaten to derail everything they hope for.” The SIFF-provided summary strongly implies that there’s some neat street football scenes. By Venezuelan director Marcel Rasquin, Hermano was the Venezuelan entry for the Best Foreign Language Film at last year’s Oscars. In Spanish with English subtitles. Showtimes/Tix.

Johan Primero
Sounds like a darker Fever Pitch. A Barcelona FC fan drives his car around their stadium 50 times a day, convinced that it brings the team good luck. Then he meets a girl. UH-OH. By the German director Johan Kramer, who also directed this Nike soccer commercial. In Spanish with English subtitles. Showtimes/Tix.

Arts & Entertainment, Film & TV

Renoir and Errol Flynn: Cinema Essentials at the Grand Illusion and Central Cinema

Original poster art for Jean Renoir's The Rules of the Game.

It’s a great weekend–and a great week–to be a movie geek in Seattle, with two of this ‘burg’s best independent theaters each unspooling movies that rightfully belong on any self-respecting film lover’s Bucket List.

The Grand Illusion Cinema celebrates the beginning of their eighth year as Seattle’s “weirdest, most wonderful non-profit, volunteer-operated cinema” with a party–and a screening of director Jean Renoir’s 1939 gem, The Rules of the Game tonight (the film will continue on for a six-day run at the GI). Renoir’s film follows a week in the country with several members of French aristocracy as various socialites (and their servants) dine, hunt, and carry on affairs.

The Rules of the Game is one of those rare vaunted Greatest Films in Cinema History that deserves its rep, richly. During its original release, it roused the undisguised contempt of the French upper class for its scalpel-sharp dissection of that strata’s lack of conscience. Critics at the time panned it, and the movie’s original negative was destroyed entirely during a World War II Allied bombing run (thankfully the movie received a painstaking restoration from surviving prints, to its full length with Renoir’s blessing in the late 1950s). But like a lot of misunderstood-at-the-time films, The Rules of the Game plays more resonantly now than ever.

This eighty-year-old movie courses with the sensibility of a contemporary indie flick. The gallery of characters–capricious socialite Christine (Nora Gregor), her equally fickle husband Robert (Marcel Dalio), and ostensible voice of reality Octave (well-played by Renoir himself), among them–initially feel like the kinds of archetypes that would pop up in a textbook Depression-Era American comedy. But instead of spinning these people into a rote pattern of irresponsible action/awakening of conscience/quaintly romantic happy ending, Renoir shows them yielding to their more base passions with frequent disregard for the emotional consequences. And with no Hollywood-style finger-wagging or manufactured repercussions for their actions, viewers are left to observe (judge) these people for themselves.

There are laughs and a lightness of touch, to be sure,  but the movie’s also a layer cake of subtext.  The hunting party scene in the film’s middle portion, which jarringly contrasts alluring tracking shots with a truly harrowing massacre of animals, is cogent semaphore for France’s denial of the horrors of World War II (and for that matter, the upper class’s pillaging of the resources around them). Meantime, the movie’s tragic coda furthers the metaphor of a county too wrapped up in its own hedonism to see the horrific writing on the wall. And if that’s not a lesson that could still use heeding today, I don’t know what is.

Errol Flynn makes Kevin Costner look like a potato-headed mook as Robin Hood.

Central Cinema provides a terrific contrast to Renoir’s masterpiece by beginning a three-day run today of The Adventures of Robin Hood, the glorious 1938 adaptation of the well-worn English folk tale. No heavy message here, folks; just a rip-roaring great time.

Errol Flynn‘s megawatt charisma and raffish charm still define popular culture’s most heroic thief and archer; Olivia DeHaviland makes for the most gorgeous heroine this side of, well, anyone; great character actors (Claude Rains, Eugene Pallette, Alan Hale Sr.) enrich the proceedings stratospherically; and Flynn’s Robin Hood faces the most worthy of adversaries in the form of Basil Rathbone’s magnetically-sinister Sir Guy of Gisborne. See The Adventures of Robin Hood in all its breezily-perfect, eye-popping Technicolor glory on a big screen, and by comparison, today’s hollow action flicks will look like grunting cavemen in aluminum-foil diapers.