Edward Hermann, Kirsten Dunst, Eddie Izzard and Joanna Lumley in The Cat's Meow. Photo credit: Lions Gate Films
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Masquerades: The 14th Virginia Film Festival
October 25-28, 2001
The University of Virginia, Charlottesville
In the eight-odd years I have been attending the
Virginia Film Festival (VFF) in Charlottesville,
Virginia, what has consistently impressed me most is
the wide spectrum of events, all of which are loosely
centered around a particular academic theme -- this
year, masquerades. Not just a group of unrelated
premieres and appearances by stars, the Festival
features classic and experimental films, discussions
with screenwriters, producers, make-up artists, and
directors, film lectures, an annual shot-by-shot
workshop (hosted every other year by critic Roger
Ebert), and forums designed to impart advice to future
filmmakers. This year, the event has also given birth
to the three-week "Fringe Festival," a series of
exhibits and performances in music, dance, poetry, and
visual art, also touching on the Festival's
overarching theme.
In fact, one of the reasons a relatively small
festival like VFF manages to draw big names year after
year -- including Anthony Hopkins, Gregory Peck, John
Sayles, Sydney Poitier, and Robert Mitchum -- is that
it blends entertainment and analytical rigor.
Unquestionably, the Festival also benefits from its
location at the University of Virginia, where it can
take advantage of the school's drama department,
division of continuing education (VFF's sponsor for
the last eight years), and faculty to host discussions
and provide resources. It also tends to attract a
certain type of film lover. Introducing the new Peter
Bogdonovich film, The Cat's Meow,
Variety critic Godfrey Cheshire argued that VFF
is "a real cinephile film festival," thanks in large
part to Artistic Director Richard Herskowitz. George
Mason University professor and Indiewire critic
Peter Brunette agreed when he wrote last year that VFF
audiences "are the most intelligent I've seen at any
festival, bar none." Simply put, the Festival has
something for everyone, and its audience takes film
seriously.
This year's line-up was arranged by daily sub-themes,
including "acting as masquerade," "con artists,
imposters, and other fakes," and "race- and
gender-benders," Herskowitz explained in a press
statement. Appropriately, the Festival placed special
emphasis on the careers of actress Gena Rowlands,
primarily known for her work with her late husband
John Cassavetes, and indie writer/director Henry
Jaglom. Both artists were available to reflect on how
the craft of acting and directing compares with the
roles we play in everyday life. (Unfortunately,
Jaglom had to participate via audio hook-up, as he
made a last-minute decision not to risk traveling to
the east coast.)
Rowlands introduced screenings of several of her
films, including Gloria ("The most
devil-may-care film I've ever made"), A Woman Under
the Influence ("My favorite film, from an acting
point of view"), and Love Streams, her final
collaboration with Cassavetes. She struggled to
precisely interpret her films, however, saying that it
is difficult for her to pick apart films that are so
intense and personal. "They're all very close to me,"
she said. "I'm often very surprised with what critics
write about them." Although she turned 71 this year,
Rowlands' acting career is still thriving, with her
having completed work on four film projects this past
year alone, including two for Showtime. Not
surprisingly, she said she gravitates as a moviegoer
toward independent films about relationships and
expressed concern over the lack of depth in mainstream
film today. "It's as if it's a different medium," she
lamented.
Jaglom might agree, given that his improvisatory
directorial style was reportedly influenced by
Cassavetes' work, particularly his film
Shadows. The Festival focused on his films
about the theater and acting: Venice/Venice,
Last Summer in the Hamptons, and Deja
Vu, which was accompanied by a reel of excerpts
from his current work-in-progress, Festival in
Cannes. Perhaps his most self-reflexive film,
Venice/Venice follows an American director
(played by the director himself) premiering his latest
work at the Venice Film Festival. There he falls for a
French journalist who is disturbed by the disparity
between her image of him as a film maverick and his
penchant for self-promotion. In the post-screening
discussion, Jaglom expounded upon the way women have
been "messed with by films," how their romantic
fantasies have been shaped by movie myths. Instead of
exploring traditionally male themes of war, sports,
and power, Jaglom said, women's movies are themselves
a form of masquerade -- "the adventure of romance
forced to go internal."
Also on tap at the Festival was
director-producer-actor Sydney Pollack, there to
introduce and share stories about the making of the
gender-bending classic, Tootsie (1982), and to
lead a fascinating shot-by-shot workshop on his 1969
film They Shoot Horses, Don't They? (nominated
for nine Academy Awards, including Best Director). The
film documents a grueling dance marathon during the
Great Depression, in which contestants dance for
months on end in exchange for food and a place to
sleep. Pollack described the challenges of shooting on
a single set in widescreen -- a process he described
as "a nightmare" -- and his creative solution to
capturing the circular sequences, which he filmed on
roller skates with a primitive camera. He also
reflected on the collaborative process of filmmaking,
as well as the position of U.S. cinema in the world:
"We do tend to denigrate what we do here as pop
culture... but every year, there's a few films that
achieve the status of art," he said. "Most of the
time, when filmmakers set out to do high art, they get
pretentious. It becomes art sometimes by accident."
The jury is still out on the artistry of VFF's 60-plus
regional film premieres, however, which included
Bogdonovich's The Cat's Meow (with a
post-screening discussion by screenwriter Steven
Perros); Ben Hopkins' fantasy, Nine Lives of Tomas
Katz; the 2001 Sundance Grand Jury Prize-winner,
The Believer (Henry Bean's controversial story
of a Jewish neo-Nazi -- postponed from its scheduled
September 30 premiere on Showtime); Benjamin
Smoke, a portrait of a transvestite musician (with
directors Jem Cohen and Peter Sillen); Cassavetes'
documentary, A Constant Forge; and the
still-unfinished Mark Johnson production, Goodbye,
Hello (a post-screening discussion with
writer-director Brad Silberling concerned which scenes
would likely be excised or shortened), starring Dustin
Hoffman, Susan Sarandon, and Holly Hunter.
Set amid the gorgeous fall splendor of the Blue Ridge
Mountains, the Virginia Film Festival year after year
remains an all-around classy production. Smoothly run
and showcasing many lost gems (like Tod Browning's
The Unknown, with live musical accompaniment by
Philip Johnston and the Transparent Quartet) and
experimental films and videos (Mark Rappaport's
Imposters and the Slamdance and Image Film
Festival hit, The Accountant), the Festival is
just large enough to attract interesting headliners
and small enough to maintain its accessible, hometown
feel. In fact, my only complaint is the Festival's
timing. Held each year during the University's
Parents' Weekend, the Festival's visitors have plenty
of time to admire the foliage from their cars while
caught in the congested Charlottesville traffic. (Due
to the influx, hotel reservations need to be made
months in advance.) Fortunately, parking on the
Downtown Mall and at Culbreth Theatre is cheap and
plentiful, and the charming college town is home to a
number of fine restaurants and shops -- more than
enough reasons to venture to Charlottesville for next
October's Festival.