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			The following selection is not only personal but very eclectic. It’s 
			not exactly a list of my favorite films: I prefer Erich von 
			Stroheim’s 
			
			Foolish Wives (1922) and 
			Greed (1924) to his 
			
			
			Blind Husbands 
			(1919), for instance, and if I had to take one Anthony Mann film 
			along with me to a desert island, this would undoubtedly be 
			
			The Naked Spur (1953) 
			rather than his 
			
			
			Man of the West 
			(1958). Similarly, my favorite films by Nicholas Ray are probably 
			
			
			Johnny Guitar (1954) and 
			
			
			Bitter Victory (1957), even 
			though 
			
			
			
			Party Girl 
			(1958), for all its flaws, is still a Ray film that I’d describe as 
			sublime. But I’ve opted in these cases for the DVDs devoted to 
			Stroheim, Mann, and Ray that I cherish the most, and the reasons why 
			I cherish them are stated below.  
			
			           A few other caveats:  
			
			           (a) There are at least two other editions of Carl 
			Dreyer’s 
			
			
			Gertrud 
			(1964)—-the U.S. one from Criterion and the English one from the 
			British Film Institute—-that are top-notch, and they’re probably 
			easier to come by in the Western hemisphere than the Australian 
			edition on the Madman label that I cite. But it’s only the 
			Australian edition that has Adrian Martin’s wonderfully penetrating 
			and thoughtful commentary, which is why I’ve opted for including 
			that one.  
			
			           (b) I’ve aimed overall for a certain geographical spread, 
			with the result that releases from Australia, Austria, China, 
			England, France, Italy, and Portugal (and films from Austria, China, 
			Denmark, France, India, Iran, Portugal, and the U.S.) are included. 
			But I hasten to add that the fact that two of these releases come 
			from Austria, two from Portugal (both of which are by the same 
			filmmaker, Pedro Costa), and three from France doesn’t mean that I’m 
			ranking these countries overall as purveyors of DVDs over any 
			others--nor am I necessarily ranking Costa over all other Portuguese 
			filmmakers. I may also be technically cheating a little by including 
			one all-region or region-free DVD, Tian Zhuangzhuang’s 
			
			
			The Horse Thief 
			(1986, from mainland China), on my list.  
			
			           (c) I’ve made room for three collections of short films 
			as well as ten features (one of these DVDs, devoted to Andy Warhol, 
			carries two short features). 
			
			           (d) One of the French releases--Un 
			feu 
			+ 
			
			
			La maison est 
			
			noire, 
			two Iranian short films included as part of a now-defunct French 
			film magazine--isn’t outfitted with English subtitles, unlike the 
			five DVDs I’ve included that don’t have English-speaking features, 
			which are. I’ve also included one French film (Où gît votre 
			sourire enfoui?) that’s on a Portuguese DVD, 
			
			
			Onde Jaz O Teu Sorriso?, 
			which is boxed along with a book bearing the same Portuguese title; 
			everything on this DVD is provided with English subtitles, but 
			nothing in the book is translated into any other language. But even 
			though I can’t read the book, this is still one of my favorite DVDs. 
			
			           (e) The order of the following dozen DVDs is 
			chronological--according to when the film (or earliest film, when 
			more than one is included) was made, not when the DVD was released.
			 
              
            
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						Blind Husbands
						(Erich von Stroheim, 1919). When, a little over a 
						quarter of a century ago, I organized a retrospective of 
						the films of Jean-Marie Straub and the late Danièle 
						Huillet at New York’s Public Theater, I invited this 
						couple to select over a dozen films by other filmmakers 
						to be shown with theirs. 
						
						
						Blind Husbands 
						was the feature of Stroheim, one of their favorite 
						directors, that they unexpectedly selected. When I asked 
						why they settled on his relatively obscure first feature 
						rather than 
						
						
						
						Foolish Wives 
						or Greed or 
						
						The Merry Widow or
						The Wedding March or 
						
						Queen Kelly, their 
						answer was both simple and in retrospect, obvious: 
						
						
						
						Blind Husbands 
						was the only feature of Stroheim’s on which he had 
						relatively complete and absolute control over the final 
						editing. It also provides a kind of template of all of 
						Stroheim’s subsequent features. Starring, in his first 
						major role, as Lieutenant Erich von Steuben--a 
						unscrupulous and dishonest womanizer (Francelia 
						Billington) bent on seducing a married woman while she’s 
						vacationing with her surgeon husband (Sam De Grasse) in 
						Tyrol, a mountainous region of western Austria—-he 
						offers a vivid, caustic, witty, and ironic self-portrait 
						as “the man you love to hate,” as Stroheim the actor was 
						described in the ads. (It wasn’t until shortly after his 
						death that Stroheim himself became publicly unveiled as 
						the sort of imposter he often played—-a Jew from Vienna 
						with none of the aristocratic background he pretended to 
						have, who’d added “von” to his own name.) And he also 
						virtually launches in this movie the Hollywood trend of 
						associating naughty sex with Continental Europe that 
						later directors such as Ernst Lubitsch and Josef von 
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						Part of what’s so special about this particular 2006 
						release is that it derives from the 1982 rediscovery by 
						the Austrian Film Archives of an Austrian version of the 
						film seven minutes longer than existing Hollywood 
						prints, with somewhat different editing, making it both 
						the oldest and most complete version that we have. A 
						scholarly edition of one of the most entertaining 
						Hollywood features of the late teens, it comes with an 
						effective musical score, a bilingual and illustrated 
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						Their First Films 
						(24 Heures de la vie d’un Clown, Jean-Pierre 
						Melville, 1946; Le Chant du styrène, Alain 
						Resnais, 1957; Le coup de berger, Jacques 
						Rivette, 1957; Les surmenés, Jacques 
						Doniol-Valcroze, 1957; Charlotte et son Jules, 
						Jean-Luc Godard, 1958; Histoire d’eau, Francois 
						Truffaut & Jean-Luc Godard, 1958; L’amour existe, 
						Maurice Pialat, 1961; Le Laboratoire de l’angoisse 
						(Patrice Leconte, 1971). 
						
						Believe it or not, this user-friendly and beautifully 
						designed collection of eight rare French shorts--all 
						furnished with English subtitles and all produced by 
						Pierre Braunberger--is South Korean. I have no idea why 
						or how it has appeared in East Asia and not elsewhere, 
						and since I’m not prone to look a gift-horse in      the 
						mouth, I’m quite willing to forgive the fact that only 
						     two of the eight films, those of Melville and 
						Pialat, strictly qualify as first films, at least if the 
						Internet Movie Database is to be believed. And I can’t 
						vouch for the excellence of all the inclusions; there 
						are some that I still haven’t gotten around to watching, 
						and I would also identify Rivette’s Le coup de berger 
						as his most conventional and pedestrian effort, even 
						though it features entertaining cameos by some of his 
						Cahiers du cinéma colleagues and is unquestionably 
						important as a historical artifact. But this is a 
						release that you can enjoy for its menus alone. |  
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			Furthermore, a good many of these 
			shorts are unavailable elsewhere, and I would single out one 
			inclusion --Alain Resnais’ Le Chant du styrene, his first 
			film in CinemaScope, a dazzling color documentary about the 
			manufacture of plastic—-as a priceless gem that will take your 
			breath away. The only drawback here is that the pun-laden 
			commentary, all composed in alexandrines by Raymond Queneau, resists 
			any sort of English translation that can do justice to its 
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						Traquenard 
						(Party 
						Girl, Nicholas Ray 1958). This 
						movie was a cause celèbre at Cahiers du Cinéma 
						in 1960, during that magazine’s golden age. A gorgeous 
						period gangster film with a Chicago setting—-the last 
						stateside studio film that Ray would direct, filmed in 
						CinemaScope, and the only film he ever made for glitzy 
						MGM—it was reviled in most of the French press at the 
						same time that it was being passionately and polemically 
						defended by one of its more extreme critics at the time, 
						who later became a distinguished diplomat, the 
						Iranian-born Fereydoun Hoveyda. Throwing down the 
						gauntlet, he wrote, “Party 
						Girl has an idiotic story. So 
						what? If the substratum of cinematic work was made up 
						simply of plot convolutions unraveling on the screen, 
						then we could just annex the Seventh Art to literature, 
						be content with illustrating novels and short stories 
						(which is precisely what happens to a great many films 
						we do not admire), and hand over Cahiers to 
						literary critics.”  But in fact, I regard this movie’s 
						story as far from idiotic. Basically a tragic and 
						touching love story between a showgirl who dances and a 
						crooked lawyer who’s crippled, it costars two of the 
						most wooden actors in 50s Hollywood, Cyd Charisse and 
						Robert Taylor, and Ray manages to get extremely touching 
						and vulnerable performances out of both of them (as well 
						as from costars Lee J. Cobb, John Ireland, and Kent 
						Smith). Unlike the next item on this list, another 
						French PAL release, there are no extras of any kind on 
						this release, so I’m honoring it simply for the 
						sumptuous pleasure afforded by the film’s sounds and 
						images. (A close runner-up—-the Masters of Cinema’s 
						splendid edition of Ray’s 
						
						The Savage Innocents—-has 
						many wonderful extras.) |  
				
					
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						L’Homme de l’ouest 
						(Man 
						of the West, Anthony Mann, 1958). My 
						favorite Anthony Mann Western in CinemaScope-- 
						intricately plotted and scripted by one of the best 
						writers of TV dramas, Reginald Rose, adapting a Will C. 
						Brown novel--gets a superbly letterboxed mounting on 
						this French DVD, which is reason enough to recommend 
						this 2004 release. It’s true that all three of the 
						extras—-a 13-minute documentary about Mann, a 13-minute 
						recitation and illustration of Jean-Luc Godard’s 1959 
						review of the film, and a 21-minute feature in which 
						Mann enthusiasts Pierre Rissient and Bertrand Tavernier 
						discuss the film, all directed by Nicolas Ripoche—-lack 
						any subtitles, and the only clips they use come from 
						
						
						Man of the West, 
						so they have to depend on stills and still photographs 
						for everything else. But even if you don’t speak French, 
						these extras offer a fine introduction to the depth and 
						enthusiasm of a certain kind of French criticism about 
						American auteurist cinema. So part of the discussions of 
						Rissient (aptly if strangely identified as a “chausseur 
						des cinéastes,” which literally means a “hunter of 
						filmmakers”) about Mann’s uses of landscape and a 
						theatrical mise en scène and Tavernier (“cinéaste”) 
						about Gary Cooper’s performance may elude you. (One 
						interesting topic that both commentators touch on 
						relates to the fact that Lee J. Cobb, the main villain, 
						who plays a father figure to Cooper’s hero, was actually 
						a full decade younger than Cooper.) But you can easily 
						hunt down Godard’s brilliant essay “Supermann” (one of 
						his best) in English in his book 
						
						Godard on Godard 
						and use it like a libretto to follow the second bonus 
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						Rissient 
						also has some pertinent observations about Mann’s 
						background in theater. From the more recent and 
						excellent Criterion DVD of 
						
						The Furies, I 
						learned that Mann attended a good many outdoor 
						amphitheater productions of Greek tragedies as a child, 
						and the way he uses his spectacular landscapes as well 
						as violence in 
						
						
						
						Man of the West 
						strongly reflects this influence. It’s also worth noting 
						that Mann’s special flair for off-center framing, which 
						often reminds me of the compositions of Michelangelo 
						Antonioni (a near-contemporary), meshes perfectly with 
						both his talent as a landscape artist and his theatrical 
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						Meghe Dhaka Tara 
						(The 
						Cloud-Capped Star, 1960). 
						
						Ritwik 
						Ghatak, 1960). It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call 
						the maverick Bengali filmmaker Ritwik Ghatak (1925-1976) 
						one of the most neglected major filmmakers in the 
						world—-for starters, none of his films has ever been 
						distributed in the U.S.--though given the extreme 
						overall disorder of his life and career, this probably 
						shouldn’t be too surprising. Fortunately, one of his 
						masterpieces—-arguably, along with his earlier feature
						Ajantrik (Pathetic Fallacy, 1958), his 
						greatest work--is available on DVD from the British Film 
						Institute in a fine edition.    
							
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						This 
						tragic two-hour melodrama follows the struggles of a 
						poor refugee family in Calcutta. Beautifully shot in 
						black-and-white, deep-focus photography, 
						
						The Cloud-Capped Star 
						often reminds me of Orson Welles’ 
						
						The Magnificent Ambersons, 
						despite the striking difference in the class being 
						depicted, as another tragic portrayal of the shifting 
						fortunes of a family set against a larger backdrop of a 
						culture in relentless decline, with a great deal of 
						emphasis placed on the sacrifices made by some of the 
						family members, in particular the oldest daughter. No 
						less Wellesian is the way Ghatak’s prodigious 
						soundtrack--often layered between music, dialogue, and 
						sound effects that can be naturalistic (such as the 
						sound of food cooking on a grill) or expressionistic 
						(such as the recurring sound of a cracked whip)—is 
						composed in a kind of counterpoint to its images. In his 
						otherwise sensitive introduction, English critic Derek 
						Malcolm misleadingly speaks of the film’s innovative use 
						of “natural sound,” but it’s important to stress that 
						post-dubbing is as central to Ghatak as it is to Welles--or 
						to Jacques Tati, for that matter. All three filmmakers 
						might be said to compose each of their films twice—-once 
						while shooting and then a second time while recording 
						their soundtracks. And Ghatak is in some ways the most 
						radical of the three in the degree to which his 
						soundtracks “revise” his images. Much as our visual 
						attention shifts in some shots from foreground to 
						background and back again because of the construction of 
						the layered images, our aural attention shifts at times 
						between music, dialogue, and sound effects, which in 
						turn affects the direction of our gaze in relation to 
						those images. 
						 
				
					
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						Un feu 
						(Ebrahim Golestan, 1961) & 
						
						La maison est 
						
						
						noire 
						(Forough Farrokhzad, 1962). Two Iranian documentary 
						shorts, 
						
						A Fire and 
						
						
						The House is Black--the 
						second of which can be described as the greatest (and in 
						some ways, the most influential) of all Iranian films. 
						The latter—-written, directed, edited, and largely 
						narrated by the great Forough Farrokhzad (1935-1967), a 
						mythical figure in Iranian culture who’s widely regarded 
						as both the greatest Persian poet of the 20th 
						century and the greatest of all Iranian women poets—-is 
						a 22-minute documentary about a leper colony outside 
						Tabriz, the capital of Azerbaijan, and is the greatest 
						fusion of cinema and poetry that I know. It’s the only 
						significant film Farrokhzad (or Forugh, as Iranians 
						prefer to call her) ever made. (For information about a 
						recently published collection of her poetry in English 
						translation, go 
						
						HERE) The year 
						before Forugh made it, she trained as a film editor 
						working for her lover Ebrahim Golestan--one of the key 
						filmmakers of the first Iranian New Wave and a notable 
						short story writer who was the first one to translate 
						such writers as Twain, Faulkner, and Hemingway into 
						Persian—-and her most significant editing work was on 
						A Fire. This is an account of a 1958 oil well fire 
						near Ahvaz that lasted over two months until an American 
						fire-fighting crew managed to extinguish it, and 
						although it doesn’t represent Golestan’s filmmaking at 
						its best, it’s none the less a striking piece of work.  | 
						
						  
							
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						During its six years of existence (2001-2007), the 
						biannual magazine Cinéma was arguably the most 
						irreplaceable as well as the most lavishly illustrated 
						French journal of film history and film criticism, and 
						it included a DVD featuring a major film restoration in 
						each the last ten of its thirteen issues. (Other DVDs in 
						the series featured rare short works by Jean Eustache, 
						John Ford, Kenji Mizoguchi, Luc Moullet, and King Vidor, 
						among others.) 
						
						The House is Black 
						(though not 
						
						A Fire) is 
						available with English subtitles in a nonrestored and 
						slightly less complete version from 
						
						Facets Video, but 
						the French subtitled version included in 
						
						Cinéma 07 is 
						the best version of the film available anywhere. You can 
						purchase it online 
						
						HERE, and most of 
						the subsequent issues with DVDs (Cinéma 
						08 through 
						
						014) at the same 
						
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						Gertrud 
						(Carl Dreyer, 1965). As noted above, this is another 
						masterpiece that can be acquired elsewhere in a restored 
						edition with English subtitles. But only the Australian 
						edition on the Madman label has Adrian Martin’s 
						excellent critical commentary--not to mention the option 
						of watching the subtitles in either white or yellow 
						lettering. Martin starts off with an unfortunate howler 
						when he notes in passing that Gertrud premiered 
						in Cannes rather than at the Venice film festival, but 
						virtually everything that follows is just and 
						insightful. As one of the best-read film critics we 
						have, he’s especially helpful in the way he discusses 
						the work of others about the film—-David Bordwell, 
						Maurice Drouzy, Frieda Grafe, Jacques Rivette, myself, 
						André Téchiné, even a Scandinavian scholar I’d never 
						heard of before, Morten Egholm, whose valuable essay 
						Martin found on the Internet. (You can find it 
						
						HERE). And he’s 
						equally adroit in charting some of the fascinating 
						multiple implications of the tendency of the film’s 
						actors to avoid eye contact with one another. (This 
						Australian edition also includes Dreyer’s most memorable 
						short, 
						
						They Caught the Ferry, 
						a creepy, cautionary road-safety narrative from 
						1948-—like all the other Dreyer shorts, a government 
						commission, and interview outtakes from Torben Skødt 
						Jensen’s 1995 documentary Carl Th. Dreyer: Mon Métier. |  
						| Gertrud, 
						Dreyer’s last feature, continues to be his most 
						controversial, almost half a century after his death. A 
						slowly paced but intensely lyrical and uncannily lit 
						adaptation of a 1906 Swedish play by Hjalmar Söderberg 
						about love and passion and their consequences, it 
						focuses on the heartbreak of its intransigent title 
						heroine (Nina Pens Rode), a former opera singer married 
						to a prominent politician (Bendt Rothe), who abruptly 
						leaves him for a much younger composer (Baard Owe). The 
						latter winds up disappointing her as well, but she also 
						refuses to go back to a former lover, a famous poet (Ebbe 
						Rode), preferring to grow old in solitude. (Owe and Axel 
						Strøbye, who plays her best friend, are the two actors 
						interviewed in the documentary outtakes.) A tragic yet 
						wistful testament by Dreyer (who once called film his 
						“only passion”) to his own lifelong intransigence, it 
						represents his art at its most concentrated, exquisite, 
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						Vinyl 
						(Andy Warhol, 1965) & 
						
						The Velvet Underground & Nico 
						(Andy Warhol 1966). So far I’ve only sampled the second 
						of the two black and white films on this Italian release 
						(on the Rarovideo label), 67 minutes long--a performance 
						shot by Paul Morrissey which has often been cited, 
						praised, and discussed by ace French critic Nicole 
						Brenez, and which features Warhol superstar Nico with 
						her young child as well as Warhol’s house band. But as 
						with some of the shorts on 
						
						
						Their First Films 
						(see above), seeing it all is something I’m looking 
						forward to. And 
						
						
						Vinyl, 
						which is only about a minute shorter, was made the year 
						before, and suggests some parallels to the other film in 
						its handling of space, is my favorite among all the Andy 
						Warhol films I have seen. In this particular 
						version, you can see it either in English (with or 
						without Italian subtitles) or dubbed into Italian; the 
						music film needs no translation. This package comes with 
						a helpful 68-page critical book in Italian and English.
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						Six years before the 
						release of Stanley Kubrick’s 
						
						A
						
						
						
						Clockwork Orange, 
						Warhol paid $3,000 for the rights to Anthony Burgess’s 
						source novel before making this very, very loose 
						adaptation, scripted by Ronald Tavel—-so loose that most 
						viewers of the film won’t recognize any resemblance, 
						much less fidelity, apart from the periodic appearance 
						of various beatings and other S&M rituals, all of which 
						have been rendered as somewhat ridiculous, absurdist, 
						and affectless by the way they’re staged. Even the hero, 
						named Axel in the original, has been renamed Victor, for 
						no apparent reason. Shot in direct sound with music by 
						the Velvet Underground as well as appearances by such 
						Warhol regulars as Gerard Malanga (performing a whip 
						dance, frugging, and beating up at least one so-called 
						“intellectual”), Ondine, and Edie Sedgwick, Vinyl 
						is one of the most painterly and intricately composed of 
						Warhol’s films. Most of it’s shot from the same camera 
						angle, suggesting a kind of stasis in spite of the 
						frenetic activities being shown that’s broken only by a 
						few backward or forward zooms and deploying space that’s 
						so crowded with seemingly autonomous (or at least 
						mutually alienated) activities, sometimes as many as 
						four or five at once, that it periodically suggests a 
						classical painting depicting royalty or 
						aristocracy--albeit one whose various inhabitants are 
						all paradoxically squeezed into one fairly small room.
						
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						The Horse Thief 
						(Tian Zhuangzhuang, 1986). When he made this bold 
						CinemaScope feature with a Tibetan setting 20-odd years 
						ago, the director—-for me, the best and most important 
						of all the “fifth generation” Chinese filmmakers who 
						entered the Beijing Film Academy after the end of the 
						Cultural Revolution and began to have access to a wide 
						range of films from abroad—said he’d made it for the 21st 
						century. The plot concerns an occasional horse thief who 
						is eventually expelled from his clan for stealing temple 
						offerings, and part of what Tian must have had in mind 
						is that because of its Tibetan subject and possibly its 
						style as well, the film hardly showed in mainland China 
						at all; only 11 prints were made (in contrast to the 200 
						to 300 prints made of most Chinese features at the 
						time), and even before it was released, it suffered two 
						kinds of censorship. One of these was an addition rather 
						than a subtraction––the date “1923,” which flashes on 
						the screen before the first image, thus locating the 
						action in a specific period rather than making it more 
						timeless, which was the director’s intention. The other 
						form was the elimination of corpses from the first of 
						three separate “sky burials” in the film, when human 
						bodies are fed to carrion birds. We do in fact see these 
						birds feeding on flesh–-they appear at the beginning of 
						the film, in the middle, and again at the end––but 
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						The 
						most versatile, unpredictable, and iconoclastic of the 
						major Chinese filmmakers, Tian has subsequently directed 
						such features as 
						
						The Blue Kite 
						(1993), 
						
						Springtime in a Small Town 
						(2002), and 
						
						The Go Master 
						(2004), all of which have been much more widely shown, 
						as well as the gorgeous 2004 documentary Delamu 
						(about a spectacular Tibetan trade route, and named 
						after a particular donkey) that has been seen and shown 
						even less than 
						
						
						The Horse Thief. 
						For me, Tian is, along with Jia Zhangke, China’s 
						greatest living filmmaker, and 
						
						
						The Horse Thief 
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						Martin Arnold: The Cineseizure 
						(Pièce 
						touchée, 1989; 
						
						Passage à l’acte 
						(1993), 
						
						Alone. Life Wastes Andy Hardy 
						(1998), & four “bonustracks” (1993-1997). When it comes 
						to horror, I’m not much of a fan of slasher films, which 
						seems to have dominated the genre ever since 
						
						Psycho; for me, 
						the genre is virtually restricted to three other 
						masterpieces--M,
						
						
						The Leopard Man, 
						and 
						
						Peeping Tom. In 
						terms of sheer horror and terror, I prefer in some 
						respects The Cineseizure of Martin Arnold, an 
						Austrian experimental filmmaker who manipulates 
						fragments of black-and-white Hollywood features through 
						optical printing and editing, and has an uncanny 
						aptitude for turning Hollywood domestic dreams into the 
						most unsettling nightmares imaginable. A hardcore 
						structural filmmaker working with diabolical repetitions 
						of both image and sound, he can actually be seen on one 
						of the four “bonustracks” of this DVD, a trailer made 
						for a film festival called the Viennale, expanding a 
						single point-of-view shot of the shower in 
						
						Psycho—-just 
						the shower nozzle, nothing else, with and without water 
						pouring down from it--to 48 seconds, 
						
						scaring me almost as much as Hitchcock did over an 
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				Pièce touchée, working 
				with a fragment from Joseph M. Newman’s 1954 police procedural 
				The Human Jungle for 16 minutes, shows a woman reading in a 
				chair as a door behind her repeatedly opens and closes; a man 
				finally enters and engages in some kind of interaction with her, 
				and Arnold essentially turns the two figures into epileptic 
				dolls with his relentless repetitions and reversals. For 12 
				minutes, Passage à l’acte takes a few short fragments of 
				a scene from 
				
				To Kill a Mockingbird, 
				with a father (Gregory Peck) and mother figure, little girl, and 
				little boy sitting at the breakfast table, and loops, inverts, 
				and scrambles them to an even more bizarre effect. But the real 
				unsettler here is the 15-minute 
				
				Alone. Life Wastes Andy Hardy, 
				which takes various bits from three separate Andy Hardy comedies 
				starring Mickey Rooney, Judy Garland, and others and manages to 
				yield mother-and-son incest, insanity, grief, and death out of 
				them. In Arnold’s archetypal Hollywood small town, lovers kiss 
				repeatedly in a park, then start hissing and emitting ducklike 
				wheezes like geeks. This is a blighted cosmos where Judy sings 
				“alone” first like a melancholy foghorn and then as if someone 
				has just stepped on her foot–-and where a door repeatedly opens 
				and closes as if attacked by some poltergeist until Mickey 
				finally enters in a top hat and tails and gets stuck in a 
				perpetual dance shuffle, caught in an endless loop that makes us 
				realize he’s actually in hell. 
      
             
				
					
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						Casa de Lava 
						(Pedro Costa, 1994). I wouldn’t call this Costa’s 
						greatest film; it precedes the radically new and 
						different manner of filmmaking that he discovered with
						
						
						In Vanda’s Room 
						(2000) and subsequently refined and extended in 
						Colossal Youth (2004), with many of the same 
						characters and settings. But this second feature of his 
						is the one that affords me the most pleasure, for many 
						reasons. It’s his only landscape film, and the 
						landscapes themselves, on one of the Cape Verde islands, 
						are quite spectacular. (When I recently expressed to 
						Costa my desire that he make another landscape film, he 
						responded with the succinctness of a Zen master: “It’s 
						too easy.”) It’s a remake (of sorts) of Jacques 
						Tourneur’s 
						
						I Walked with a Zombie 
						(1943), with some of the same lush spookiness and guilt 
						about colonialist exploitation, with a comparable set of 
						irrational narrative continuities and rational narrative 
						discontinuities to go with its hypnotic rhythms and 
						  seductive visual patterns. Like all of Costa’s work, 
						it rethinks and reformulates the glories of big-screen 
						Hollywood in terms that are both intimately personal and
						
						
						deeply mysterious, mixing fiction and documentary to the 
						point where they often become indistinguishable. |  
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						The Portuguese and French editions of this DVD are
						
						
						virtually identical. Both have optional English, French, 
						and Portuguese subtitles and the same exemplary extras, 
						many of which emphasize the film’s intricate relations 
						to other arts: a trip through Pedro Costa’s “notebook” 
						while working on the film (actually, a fascinating 
						scrapbook of texts and images), accompanied by original 
						music by Raúl Andrade; an interview with French 
						cinematographer Emmanuel Machuel (who has also shot 
						several films by Manoel De Oliveira) that emphasizes his 
						and Costa’s shared musical references while establishing 
						the rhythm of scenes; excellent offscreen commentaries 
						on selected scenes by French critic Serge Kaganski; and 
						trailers for 
						
						
						Casa de Lava 
						as well as the Costa films that preceded and followed 
						it, O Sangue (Blood) and Ossos (Bones). |  
      
             
				
					
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						Onde Jaz O Teu Sorriso? 
						(Where 
						Does Your Hidden 
						Smile Lie?, 
						Pedro Costa and Thierry Loumas, 2001). What, Pedro Costa 
						again? Yes, but both the film and the DVD in this case 
						are quite different, though no less impressive. The DVD 
						is boxed with a book in Portuguese containing the film’s 
						dialogue and four other texts, and the film is a 
						remarkable documentary made for French television, 
						codirected by Thierry Lounas, about the filmmaking 
						couple Jean-Marie Straub and the late Danièle Huillet 
						editing one of the versions of their black and white 
						feature Sicilia! (Many of their late features are 
						edited in separate versions out of different takes.) 
						Like Costa himself, this quarrelsome, loving, eccentric 
						couple are avant-gardists with an unusually keen 
						understanding of so-called classical cinema (Chaplin, 
						Ford, Hawks, Mizoguchi, Ozu), and this becomes 
						highlighted in Straub’s wonderful, cantankerous 
						monologues, Huillet’s precise cuts (which we observe in 
						detail while she and Straub are arguing over them), and 
						Costa’s beautiful way of capturing them both. Australian 
						film critic Adrian Martin calls this “probably the best 
						documentary of any kind I have ever seen”; it’s 
						certainly the best film ever made about editing. It 
						feels very intimate, though Straub and Huillet at work 
						were also being observed by students at the time (whose 
						presence is elided by Costa—making this as much of a 
						netherworld between fiction and documentary as 
						
						
						
						Casa de Lava). 
						
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						As with the Iranian shorts included with Cinéma 07 
						(see above), this Portuguese item isn’t available from 
						DVD outlets but only from certain book merchants. (Three 
						online Portuguese sources: 
						
						HERE, 
						
						HERE and 
						
						HERE; the latter is 
						the website of the publisher, Assírio & Alvim.)  In this 
						case, there are optional English, Italian, and 
						Portuguese subtitles, two separate versions of the film 
						(the version shown on French TV and a longer, preferred 
						Costa cut), six fabulous outtakes, and two unreleased 
						short films by Huillet and Straub derived from scenes in 
						the third version of Sicilia! The only thing 
						missing, in fact, is the full version of Sicilia! 
						that Straub-Huillet are seen editing. One full version
						is available on a separate Portuguese DVD, but I 
						don’t know if it’s the same one, and, alas, this DVD 
						apparently doesn’t have English titles. But you can’t 
						have everything. |  
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