Berlin day 14; Oh Boy

I marched thru the night, looking up to the snow kissed trees, and arrived too late for Cloud Atlas. Half an hour later a film I didn’t know, beyond reading that it was about a student dropout in Berlin, and was Black and White. I dashed back across the road for a thai curry, laden with mushrooms, which I left. I returned in time to get a seat and a small bag of popcorn, hoping this would not be the wrong sort of film for that. They were almost finished by the time it started.

The parallels with Manhattan were unavoidable – story vignettes, monochrome, a director in love with the city, a trad jazz soundtrack, the anxiety and troubles of modern living, the comedy of someone else’s misfortune If there had also been title cards it would have been too much. There was the recurring, failed search for a cup of coffee; I half expected Bill Murray to appear bearing a pot at some stage. It was tender and funny and romantic, and not too much happened, but somehow also a lot did.

It woke me up to the unspoken part of Berlin’s past too. A few months before I had been in a late night Budapest drinking den where the owner waxed in a language I could pick nothing up from, shouting at me, impassioned and excited – the only words I recognised were ‘Heil Hitler’. I left, awkward and uncomfortable. The same words reappear in two scenes of the film, but with – in both cases – a particularly profound context; a shadow of the burdon of the past, the weight of history that no New York story could carry. And no polemic, preachy conclusion – just a space to take your own, after a remarkable series of encounters: the grandmother of the kid who is selling drugs and a touching moment around her high-powered armchair, paid for with the drug-money. But there’s so many characters here I feel like I learnt more of the city than in my time here wondering. Oh Boy is everything I could want from a film, and to watch it in Berlin, with snow in the air and after two weeks of courting the city I couldn’t ask for more.

 

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LFF review: 12 Years A Slave

ejioforfassbenderThe third feature from artist-turned-director Steve McQueen needs little introduction.

It's a visceral, unpredictable tale of life as a slave in 1840s America, based on the true story of Solomon Northup (played by Chiwetel Ejiofor, who, as ever, disappears effortlessly into the demanding role), who was born a free man in New York.

 

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LFF review: Captain Phillips

held at gunpoint

 

The 57th BFI London Film Festival opened with this belter of a thriller, based on the real-life hijacking of a US container ship by Somali pirates in 2009.

Tom Hanks stars as Captain Richard Phillips, an American, whose job it is to steer the MV Maersk Alabama through the danger-filled Somali Basin to mombasa, Kenya.

(watch out for spoilers below)

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