independent film reviews



Archive for July, 2007

Kinski Balances Between Music and Cinema

Tuesday, July 24th, 2007

Synaesthesia: Kinski Balances Between Music and Cinema, Rock and Experimentation

On June 15th, the Seattle rock group Kinski played a sold-out hometown show at the Triple Door as part of the Seattle International Film Festival’s Face the Music program. Playing a live score to Berlin: Symphony of a City, a 1920’s era ode to Berlin by German avant-garde director Walther Ruttman, the event offered a unique opportunity to experience the combination of music and cinema in a live environment. I talked with Kinski guitarist Chris Martin a few days before the performance about the rigors of scoring a live film, their recent stint opening for Tool, and their forthcoming LP, Down Below It’s Chaos.

It almost makes too much sense that Kinski would choose to do a live score to the experimental silent film, Berlin: Symphony of a City. The band named themselves after Klaus Kinski, the wonderfully insane sidekick to legendary German New Wave director Werner Herzog (whose surname was also used in a Kinski side project). On top of that, Kinski’s sound has often drawn comparisons to the legendary bands of the German krautrock era. Basically, Kinski is steeped in kraut. So the pairing of them with Ruttman seemed like a match made in heaven. While there certainly were a few heavenly moments to be had, the performance often left me frustrated and disappointed at the possibilities for what could have been. The night began first though with a mesmerizing live score to the brilliant experimental short animation by Ruttman entitled Opus 1. It proved to be one of the highlights of the evening. While accompanied by a subdued yet ominous drone by the band, the flashes, pulses, and movements of various shapes sliding on and off the screen left me hypnotized by the synaesthetic experience being unfurled before my eyes and ears. Unfortunately, this initial excitement just made the underwhelming experience of the main performance that much more disappointing.

Symphony of a City begins with an ominously tranquil Berlin awaking from its slumber. The band starts off much like the film, offering serene atmospherics with a hint of uneasiness bubbling below the surface. The matching tones of the film and the band certainly heightened the overall experience. “The film was really emotional in a sort of experimental way,” says Martin when I asked him what attracted his band to the project. Watching the opening segment, I could definitely see what Martin meant. The film achieves this great interplay of experimentation and emotionalism, enveloping the viewer rather than alienating him. However, pretty quickly Kinski suspended their more contemplative sections and launched into a full on rock assault. While potentially sounding great by itself, the harder segments of Kinski’s score seemed awkwardly placed and out of touch with the overall mood of the film. Overall, the gap between the film and the music left me feeling like I was watching two separate performances that by coincidence were sharing the same stage.

Explaining the writing process for the film score, Martin says, “We just kind of had to change arrangements of the stuff that was already written. It’s not super tight to the film but it definitely kind of ebbs and flows the way the film did.” Martin went on to describe how the use of montage by Ruttman subconsciously affected the band’s decision to string together a combination of old and new material.

“Around half [the score] is sort of brand new things,” says Martin. “[It’s comprised of] bits and pieces that we haven’t used and a couple pieces that we came up with just for the film. It kind of became this retrospective of our band.” One difference was that the use of montage employed by Ruttman achieved more cohesiveness than the band did. While I did appreciate Kinski’s avoidance of keeping in perfect line with the film and thereby steering clear of coming off trite and overly ‘film score-ish,’ it would’ve been nice to see a little more cohesiveness overall.

What further punctuated the rift between the band and the film was the venue. It seemed as though Kinski was playing to a different audience than the film and venue could accommodate. Talking about the importance of venue for his band’s recent stint opening for Tool, Martin explains that, “a lot of people were sitting down. It was interesting because some of the shows had no floor seating and some would all be floor seating and the shows were completely different because of that. [Simply having] a bunch of people standing up it would change the vibe.”

During the performance at the Triple Door, it felt like the band’s ideal audience was a standing-room only crowd, but unfortunately, a posh theater like The Triple Door that offers dinner seating and three-course meals seems better suited for Tony Bennett than a band that prefers rock club environments. At the very least, the venue fit the band’s quieter sections better than its louder moments. Watching the band, I felt like I was at a raging rock show that I would’ve loved to have just gotten out of my seat and started moving to. I thought about what it must have felt like for kids to go to rock n’ roll shows in the 50’s forced to stir in their seats only to rip them out of the floors in the heat of the moment.

Interestingly, when I listen to Kinski’s new record, Down Below It’s Chaos, I get the same sense of excitement and disappointment. It’s as if the film combined with the live music accented Kinski’s greatest strengths and weaknesses. Again, on their new record, its limitation consistently results from the irreconcilability between the band’s penchant for straight-ahead rock and more heady experimentation. If it weren’t for the grainy distortion and atmospherics, the more straightforward segments of the record on songs like ‘Dayroom at Narita Int’l’ or ‘Punching Goodbye Out Front’ would approach generic 70’s AOR rather than Can or early Sonic Youth. Like their performance at The Triple Door, the songs on Down Below Its Chaos repeatedly follow this pattern of frustration. Often starting with intriguing noise drones or psychedelic guitar swirls, the majority of them all too often slide into generic sounding anthemic rock instrumentals. It’s clear that Kinski have the requisite talent to construct truly unique and exhilarating music (something not entirely absent from the new record mind you), but perhaps they still need to work their newfound love of rock theatrics out of their system.

In a way, the frustrating gap that seems to typify Kinski’s current output resembles the relationship between rock music and experimentalism altogether. At one moment, the band interlaces beautiful ambient melodies free of any particular structure. In another instance, they’re rocking out like they should be playing at Budokan (this was not helped by the clapping of the audience between the loud parts). This is not at all to say that rock music is incompatible with avant-garde experimentalism. Some of Kinski’s own influences were pioneers in bridging this gap (i.e. Sonic Youth, My Bloody Valentine, etc.), but Kinski seems to have each foot on both ends, unsure of which side to fall on. While it’s potentially intriguing to avoid making that choice, keeping the two sides distinctly juxtaposed can often do a disservice to both of their sensibilities. Here’s hoping they actualize the synthesis readily within their reach sometime soon.

Eagle vs. Shark

Tuesday, July 3rd, 2007

New Zealand 2007, 93 minutes

It’s impossible to talk about Eagle vs Shark, a low budget comedy about weirdos in love, without talking about Napoleon Dynamite, a low budget comedy about weirdos coming of age. Taika Waititi’s latest movie borrows so much from the 2004 hit comedy that it never truly escapes its shadow, however hard it may struggle. Both films employ a fair amount of kitsch, relying on nostalgia and absurdist deadpan to milk laughs from the audience. Both films require the leads to be oblivious to their own social dysfunctions, allowing audiences to laugh freely at the characters, not with them. The humor isn’t mean-spirited; rather it’s more like going to the zoo.

The film begins with the socially-inept fast-food worker Lily crushing madly on the eccentric, mullet-wielding video store clerk Jarrod (played by Jemaine Clement, co-star of HBO’s Flight of the Conchords). Jarrod might as well be Napoleon’s foreign cousin, with his slack-jawed deadpan and off-kilter ideas of machismo (they should revive Perfect Strangers and cast these two guys as the leads). After indirectly inviting the timid Lily to an animal-themed costume party / video game tournament, the two begin their romantic journey, involving a trip back to Jarrod’s hometown. There, Jarrod deals with his family issues and some ancient skeletons in his closet, as Lily smiles and acts like the delicate flower that she is. Interspersed are jokes about martial arts training, homemade candles and make-up kit salesmen, which are presented in the exact same way that jokes about dance training, tater tots, and Tupperware salesmen were delivered in Napoleon Dynamite.

Mr. Waititi does a good job of making Jarrod a truly sympathetic character, which isn’t an easy feat since he’s responsible for the bulk of the assholery in this movie. And Lily’s wallflower act isn’t annoying as it is disappointingly one-dimensional. As for the other personalities in the film, there simply isn’t enough there for us to care about them one way or another. Most characters act simply joke fodder, showing up for a scene or two, only to fade into the background. And in the end, after all the forgettable gags and the twee-inflicted romantic episodes (complete with stop motion animation of discarded apple cores), there isn’t a shred of emotional resiliency that remains. These caricatures that populate the movie seem so strange and foreign that it’s incredibly difficult to feel any sort of empathy for their situation.

The movie drifts back and forth between awkward stares and genuine laughs unexpectedly, which wouldn’t be so bad if you weren’t provoked to say “well, Napoleon Dynamite did it better. Eagle vs Shark may be a slightly different take on the same story, but the jokes remain the same. It comes off as too familiar, too much of a retread to really give credit to any sort of originality the film might have to offer.

Director:
Taika Waititi

Screenwriter:
Taika Waititi

Producers:
Ainsley Gardiner, Cliff Curtis


Music:
The Phoenix Foundation

Cast:
Loren Horsley
Jemaine Clement
Craig Hall
Rachel House
Brian Sergent
Joel Tobeck

Film Website:
eaglevsshark.net