Friday, 31 October 2014

Visual XIV Cine Novísimo at Márgenes (1 - 10th November)

Cenizas (Carlos Balbuena, 2013)

Until 10th November, Márgenes is hosting 7 of the films from the official selection of the 14th edition of the festival VISUAL Cine Novísimo (which ran between 18th to 24th October). The festival has always focussed on newer talents, but since 2012 has concentrated on óperas primas (directorial debuts). This year two films shared the Best Film prize: Slimane (José A. Alayón, 2013) - which is among the films available at Márgenes - and Sobre la marxa / Creator of the Jungle (Jordi Morató, 2014), which I'll be seeing at the Leeds Film Festival in just over a week.
The seven films (which include fiction and documentary) available to view for free are:

The only one I've seen so far (just this evening) is Cenizas. Produced by Pere Portabella's 59Films, it is a starkly beautiful (the crisp black and white cinematography by Carlos Balbuena and Marta Ayuso is stunning) and almost wordless film, which follows a man as he returns to his home town (seemingly after a death in the family - the film opens with a funeral) and explores the surrounding landscapes. The gear shift about 8 minutes from the end didn't entirely work for me (although seeing Portabella's name in the credits contextualised it somewhat), but I'll be interested to see what Balbuena does next because he definitely has an eye for framing strong visual compositions.

Thursday, 23 October 2014

Edificio España / The Building (Víctor Moreno, 2013)

'[I]f the myth states that Madrid has the highest "national" significance, then a critique of the "nation" as the myth conceives it becomes possible through a critical reading of Madrid.' (Resina 2001: 69)

    Inaugurated in 1953 (works began in 1947), Edificio España is a colossus occupying an entire block in the heart of Madrid, where the Gran Vía meets Plaza de España. Designed by architect Julián Otamendi (also responsible for the neighbouring Torre de Madrid, which took over the title of the capital's tallest building in 1957), Edificio España - as its name suggests - was part of Franco's project to change Spain's image in the world, to build a symbol of prosperity to dispel the lingering image of an impoverished and extended postwar period. Deliberately American in style, this immense structure effectively contained a small city within it - the opening credits of Víctor Moreno's documentary outline its vast capacity: 28 floors, 200 dwellings, 400 offices, shopping arcades, various restaurants, and a luxury hotel - at its peak, 3500 people passed through its main foyer on a daily basis.
    Although it remains imposing, its grandeur and status as the centre of city life started to fade in the 1970s as other buildings came to prominence (given the political transition underway in that era, I wonder whether there was a question of it being tainted by association - the building allowed to remain a monument to the past while the country and its citizens strove to move on). No attempt was made to bring the structure up to date with the times (no doubt in part because of the scale of such an endeavour and the problems associated with listed buildings), although it retained an emblematic status through its sheer visibility. However in 2005, when the Spanish housing bubble was still expanding, the building was bought by Banco Santander with the intention of completely renovating it - only the listed elements (the façade, the shopping arcades, the main foyer, and the staircases) would remain the same. When works began in 2007, it piqued the interest of filmmaker Víctor Moreno who quickly applied for permission to film the transformation of this architectural landmark.
    In September I mentioned the film in a footnote to my piece on documentary and censorship in relation to Rocío (Fernando Ruiz Vergara, 1980). Edificio España came to my attention at the start of 2014 when Moreno and the team behind the film went to the press to reveal that for the previous fifteen months Banco Santander had been suppressing the documentary - and through threat of legal action had forbidden them from talking about it - by invoking a clause in the contract Moreno signed when he was given permission to film inside the building. The clause said that they had the right to block the film if it conflicted with the commercial interests of the property / company - they did not explain to the director what damage they believed the film could do to their investment (it had already screened at two festivals before they invoked the veto). In fact the bank is never mentioned within the film (the opening credits state that an 'investment fund' bought the building for renovation, but at no point is it identified by name), which in any case is more interested in the process - work - of transformation than any possible end result. It was not Moreno's intention to make an allegory for the current state of Spain - it was supposed to be (and is) grounded in a specific physical location and set of spaces, and records the disappearance of those spaces - but he also inadvertently captured the bursting of the housing bubble, and humanises the economic situation via the hundreds of workers of various nationalities who were part of the initial stage of the renovation. Edificio España once again stands for the nation, but now as a monumental metaphor for Spain's present economic crisis.
    The resulting outcry once the story broke of the bank's suppression of the film - the Spanish are unsurprisingly vigilant about the infringement of their freedom of expression (what was hard won, will be defended) - led to the bank lifting its injunction in early February and the film is now allowed to be screened in its original form. The film has its UK premiere today at the Barbican as part of Spain (NOW)! 2014, a season of contemporary art and culture from Spain taking place in London in October and November.

All images are taken from the film's Facebook page
    As stated above, the opening credits detail the scale of the structure that we can see before us in the vertiginous opening shot (which I'm guessing was filmed from the Torre de Madrid given the angle), but the filmmaking itself was almost as mammoth a task. Filming over the course of a year - with a coda filmed two years later in 2009 - Moreno collected 200 hours of footage (which he didn't watch while he was shooting - he stresses in this interview that Edificio España was an unplanned project, and that when he found out about the renovation he simply wanted to record what happened to the building), with the style of the film (handheld and observational, without voiceover or score) dictated by what was going on and the need to be able to move around quickly and freely. Although Moreno doesn't impose a narrative on the film - we see and hear various people working on the building but there is no voiceover and the protagonist is Edificio España itself - there was arguably a shift in his focus as shooting progressed. He starts out interested in the empty and abandoned spaces - you can hear the work underway but we don't initially see many people - but although Moreno remains an unobtrusive presence, as the film progresses he gets closer to people and they get to know each other, before the workers disappear when the renovation stalls. This is mirrored in the order in which we encounter the three security guards and their respective relationships with the building: first is Franco, an exiled Armenian, who seems relatively new to the building at least in so far as he asks questions about what it was like in its heyday; next is Herminio, who has worked there for two years and almost acts as an historical guide to the building and its legends; and finally José, whose life has been touched by the building - he spent his wedding night in the hotel thirty years ago - but he sees this as immaterial (he's surprised when Moreno asks if he went to look at the room he stayed in before it was gutted - "No. What for?"). It's the progression of an outsider coming in, becoming immersed in the place, but ultimately only being left with memories and recollections as the physical spaces disappear around them.

    The film starts in a series of abandoned spaces, with captions detailing the floor and zone (apartments, offices) of the building they are located in. 'Abandoned' is the best way to describe them as they resemble the aftermath of an apocalyptic event - people appear to have left in a hurry. You might expect to see traces of the lives lived within these walls, but parts of their lives have been left behind - clothes litter the floor, children's drawings are still stuck on walls, family photographs are scattered around, and kitchenware is stacked on worktops. A sporting trophy - or is it an urn? - is later discovered behind a radiator cover as one of the apartments is stripped, the labourer who discovers it stopping momentarily to read the inscription before balancing it haphazardly on the removed cover and it falls to the floor, another addition to the detritus. In the office spaces, office furniture is everywhere, the desks overflow with paperwork, and the stubbed-out ends of two cigarettes sit in an ashtray as if the smoker(s) left mid smoke. The lack of voiceover gives us no context for these images and an air of unreality develops - the building is stuck in a timeless limbo. As workers clear cupboards, lockers, and filing cabinets out of the building, the walls are patterned by absences - a faded patchwork of spaces no longer occupied. 
    Edificio España resembles a comb - the front façade is the straight edge with the 'teeth' tucked behind, a series of light wells that jut out the length of the building and contribute to the labyrinthine nature of the building. Getting lost is a recurring theme - an increasingly irate José, muttering curses under his breath, gets lost going to the canteen (camera in tow), frustratingly finding himself the wrong side of a wall and doorway that are no longer passable - and even the planners are unable to work out where they are on their architectural plans (they have to open a window to orient themselves). Corridors, stairwells, and lifts are interchangeable from the get-go - an Escher-like loop of narrow, confined spaces - but the sense of deja vu increases as the building is gutted and the spaces are anonymised and homogenised, and stripped of what personality they had (although that personality is represented via the objects left behind - including a number of framed photographs of the building and its staff).

    It is this stripping and gutting - actions that require effort, and that sound slightly violent - that Moreno is drawn to ('work' is a common theme in those of his films I have seen so far, and this one stands as a valorisation of work(ers)), both in terms of the transformation of a defined space (captions usually tell us where we are - although not when people get lost) but also the physical work that that transformation entails. This is manual labour in its truest sense, a physically exhausting itinerary of backbreaking work done with very little mechanical aid. We see diggers and large pneumatic drills in use in the underground levels but there's no way to get them higher up the building - the temperamental lifts (which frequently take people to somewhere other than they have requested) are tiny, only holding a few workers at a time. And so this building is stripped by hand, sledgehammer, and pickaxe, with parquet flooring dug up, carpets ripped up, and walls knocked down in cramped, dark spaces made even smaller by what is being removed quickly piling up around them. The sound of the physical thuds of sledgehammers along with the recurring scrape of shovels against concrete as rubble is chucked into wheelbarrows develops into a percussive rhythm as the workers fall into unified motions that are occasionally interrupted by hi-jinx (certain people play to the camera) or a collective winding-up of the overseeing foreman (who implores them to work "con alegría").

    Moreno is a largely unobtrusive presence, sometimes simply observing from the sidelines in the larger spaces (as on the floors that have already been knocked through into one open plan space) or navigating the narrow confines of apartments in the process of being deconstructed, trying to keep out of the way of those who make up a human conveyor belt removing extraneous materials. The various 'segments' or strands of the film - the abandoned spaces, the workers, process of transformation, the security guards, the foremen, the planners / real estate people - are interwoven / edited in what seems to be a loosely chronological order. Just as the conversations with security guards mirror Moreno's progress into Edificio España, his relationship with the labourers also develops over the year. They initially look indirectly at the camera in sideways glances (part uncertainty about the camera but also perhaps wondering why he isn't helping them - "The man only films, eh?" asks one Russian [this questioning look (for assistance) reappears in Moreno's La piedra / The Stone (2013) when he silently observes someone trying to get a massive boulder into the back of their truck]), although some of the more gregarious ones excitedly play to the camera, but as time passes they get used to his presence and openly engage with him (explaining what they're doing or just continuing their conversations regardless of the camera).
    The building becomes a modern Tower of Babel, Spanish labourers working alongside immigrant workers from a multitude of countries, and although Spanish predominates as the lingua franca of the building, not everyone speaks it and not all cultural references are shared (one Spaniard is incredulous that an Ecuadorian and a Russian don't know of Mickey Mouse or Heidi respectively). The clash of cultures is perhaps most apparent at mealtimes - a crowded and noisy break room incorporates cuisines and conversations of distinct cultural origins (for example, there is a priceless exchange of glances between two Spaniards while they listen to an explanation as to why having two or three wives at the same time is considered advantageous in other cultures). Aside from two instances where the audio from news broadcasts plays on the soundtrack - the first is a positive economic forecast delivered by then-Prime Minister José Luis Rodríguez Zapatero, on 4th October 2007 if the audio matches the date we see concurrently on the security camera footage, the second is a report indicating that the economic storm has come into view - it is only in the interactions between workers in in-between times and spaces that the economic crisis that Spain is hurtling towards is hinted at. The planners spinning their spiel about how many units they will fit into the building are almost in a bubble of their own (they reminded me of parts of Mercedes Álvarez's Mercado de futuros / Futures Market (2011) - real estate fantasies removed from reality), with their plans being adjusted due to planning requirements rather than belt-tightening. In contrast, the cost of living is a recurring theme to the conversations between workers ("We're going up like prices...Then we'll go down like salaries" observes one man sardonically to another in a lift) and the imminent bursting of the housing bubble can be found in one man saying that he has to find another apartment because his landlord's daughter needs to move into his current one as she can't afford the house she lives in ("Why move to a house if you know you can't pay for it?" - need vs. want).

    The human impact can also be seen in the only long-time occupant of Edificio España encountered by Moreno - Germán, who has held out against leaving the building for as long as possible. In the second half of the film we briefly see a front door with a paper sign taped to the wall saying 'occupied', on a floor that is otherwise already gutted (we see the shared internal wall with a spraypainted 'No' on it - one of many markers for the demolition workers, but also a sign of resistance in this instance) but it isn't until near the end of the film that we meet the occupier as he leaves his home of thirty years for the last time. In contrast to the abandoned spaces, Germán's apartment is light, clean and completely empty, all of his possessions removed - he opens each door in turn for Moreno to capture every room, shyly presenting his home ("Today I have many memories of my wife [who died in 2004] [...] because this is like destroying her work"). The camera doesn't follow him out of the building - he has fretted on the way down in the lift about being untidy without his tie or glasses - but watches him leave through the glass doors of the main foyer. He doesn't look back. The camera travels back up in the lift to witness the 'occupied' sign being removed and the subsequent destruction of the apartment. A sledgehammer smashes through the 'No' from within the last domesticated space in the building. Following the progress of Germán's front door and the resulting rubble, the camera moves outside of the building for the first time, going to the landfill site to watch the remains of a family home pounded to dust. The film then cuts back to the interior hallway, the space of the front door now bricked up and plastered over, with a close up showing the corners of the 'occupied' sign still sellotaped to the wall - more traces of absences, of unoccupied spaces. The camera cuts to the other side of the 180 degree line to show the reverse of that doorway - the internal walls are gone and all that remains is a nondescript concrete space. A caption appears: '23rd Floor. Germán's Home'.

    When Moreno briefly returned two years later, very few people were left - many had to return to their home countries due to lack of work, and one of the site managers tells him that most of the Spanish labourers are now on the dole. As he walks around the building, we see that it has been divested of its personality with everything stripped back to rough concrete, a series of identikit spaces that lack the magic over which Herminio enthused when he spoke of the legends and stories that develop around buildings when they endure for a certain amount of time. The renovations came to a complete halt in 2010, the building's still-impressive façade covering a bare structure within. This highly visible shell of a dictator's conscious image-making can be read in a number of ways. It remains a Francoist symbol of power, and an unmissable one due to its size and position. Does Moreno capture the demolition of this symbol (predominantly by immigrants), or its endurance (the film ends underground in the building's foundations - it is still standing, after all)? By extension the structure also represents another side of Franco's endeavour - as Herminio explains in relation to the artistic friezes in the foyer, "To put it plainly, it's in praise of capitalism" - and from that perspective the gutted Edificio España symbolises the failure of that system, of the banks, and the property market, on an immense scale that is impossible to ignore or obscure.

Hopefully Edificio España will travel on the festival circuit in the UK - I seem to have developed a bit of a thing for abandoned spaces and buildings on film this year, but I think that there is more to the film than simply recording of the demolition/renovation of an iconic building (by its very iconicity, it stands for something more than just itself). I don't often write longer pieces on here anymore - although, brace yourselves, the Carlos Saura Challenge will be resurrected soon - but I really liked the film and it's well worth seeking out if you get the opportunity (and many of Moreno's other films are online - follow the links within the piece). I hope to write further about Edificio España, in conjunction with some of the other contemporary Spanish documentaries I've been watching - I'm currently mulling over how to group or contrast them.

Change of (twitter) address

You may have noticed that there has not been much activity on the @Spanishcineblog account lately - or that the sidebar on the left hand side now mentions two twitter accounts. I'm in the process of phasing out @Spanishcineblog and have deliberately not been tweeting much in the past month. I think twitter should be about interacting, and I don't interact that much through the blog's account anymore, for a variety of reasons but mainly because I am not logged in there often enough. I'm going to leave the account open for a while longer but will close it sooner or later.
The other account predates my starting Nobody Knows Anybody and it is the one I tweet from on a daily basis - it is my personal account, so it's not solely Spanish cinema-focussed (although I do tweet about Spanish cinema quite a lot). I won't be wholesale following all of the accounts that @Spanishcineblog does because that would unbalance my timeline but I am considerably chattier as @bookworm1979, so if you follow @Spanishcineblog or we've discussed films on there in the past, please feel free to say hi and I'll follow you back from there.

Thursday, 16 October 2014

En tierra extraña / In a Foreign Land (Icíar Bollaín, 2014)

This is an extended version of the review at Eye for Film.

    An angry cry of indignation and a call for political mobilisation, with En tierra extraña / In a Foreign Land - her seventh feature - Icíar Bollaín makes her first foray into documentary, examining the emigration phenomenon among a generation of Spaniards (mainly university graduates in their 20s and 30s) who have been forced to leave Spain due to the economic situation. The Spanish government's official figures say that around 225,000 Spaniards have left Spain since the current economic crisis began, but independent sources put the figure closer to 700,000 - at least 20,000 of whom have ended up in Edinburgh. So it was appropriate that the film's UK premiere was as the opening film of the inaugural Edinburgh Spanish Film Festival. Bollaín - herself a resident of the Scottish capital - explores the reasons behind this generational exodus, and the experiences of those who have found themselves in a foreign land for an extended period of time through necessity rather than active choice.

    Bollaín's original plan was to follow the stories of five people, but she explained in the Q&A after the (sold out) Edinburgh screening I attended that people kept leaving and she had to rethink her approach. One of the original five was Gloria, who we see organising an artistic expression of how it feels to be Spanish and far from home - she collects 'lost' gloves from around the city (the metaphor of the single gloves is that being an emigrant is like feeling you are missing half of yourself, which I personally find a bit twee but it functions well enough here as a connecting device). The gloves were used in a photography project (the images flash up at the end of En tierra extraña) which was advertised around the city and online, with people choosing a glove from Gloria's collection to be photographed with but also contributing their stories and experiences. The gloves find their final home on the railings outside the Spanish Embassy in Edinburgh in a show of solidarity with the Marchas de la Dignidad [Dignity March] which took place on 22nd March this year in Spain. The participants interviewed and filmed by Bollaín are those who turned up on the day of the photography project.
    They are filmed solo or in pairs against the backdrop of Edinburgh Castle - perhaps a symbol of potentially impenetrable cultural barriers, but also conceivably a representation of a safe haven. In deeply moving, dignified, and articulate testimony, a series of highly qualified people - social workers, psychologists, teachers, and engineers among them - in their 20s and 30s (and some older women as well) explain how they came to be working in hotels, kitchens, and takeaways thousands of miles away from their homes and families. The story of a limited employment market, of short term contracts with little stability, a lack of opportunities and no clear future is a familiar one - similar situations are taking place across Europe. But arguably in Spain the problems have been exacerbated by pre-existing problems relating to their political system in combination with severe austerity measures, and they have hit the young hard - youth unemployment in Spain currently hovers at 54% (it is around 16% in the UK).
    While the interviewees talk of the erosion of confidence that occurs when you are stuck doing work that you are not proud of - and that doesn't stretch your capabilities - almost all of them also say that they have felt welcome in Scotland, and that their work is appreciated, valued, and offers the possibility of progression. Their experiences in Scotland have made many of them reevaluate how Spain treats immigrants, especially those from Latin America - and Bollaín offers illustrations of anti-immigration political campaigning in Spain (again, that's something that Europe as a whole currently shares). Although we meet chemical engineers working as housekeepers (her revelation that she was so underpaid as an engineer in Spain that she actually earns the same cleaning hotel rooms in Edinburgh was met with a collective 'Oof' from the predominantly Spanish audience at the screening), and biologists serving fried chicken, the film emphasises that there can be a life-enhancing side to being immersed in another culture. People who have been in Scotland for longer, have made it through the language barrier to develop their careers, such as the young man involved in events management at the Scottish Parliament.
    But the flipside of this cultural immersion is the problematising of 'belonging' - on the one hand, many of the participants can't imagine ever feeling that they belong in Scotland, but the longer they stay away from home, the more they feel 'other' when they return there as well. This is summed up by one woman as sometimes feeling that she has double of everything (two homes, two lives - a feeling of plentitude), but at other times that she only has half (because she is split between two places). Nearly all of them speak of the deep sense of loneliness experienced by the immigrant far from home and surrounded by a language that is not their own - another woman brilliantly describes it as only being able to offer an abridged version of yourself because your identity does not fully translate (underlined in her case by the Scottish being unable to pronounce her name - Mar - properly and adapting it into something recognisable to themselves but foreign to her self perception).
    In amongst the nostalgia - and Bollaín said that that was what most surprised her, that people in their 20s and 30s felt such a strong nostalgia for Spain, a longing for what they have left behind, or for those things being missed (i.e. births, deaths, and marriages - the markers in a shared life) during their absence - is a deeply-felt impotent rage at being subjected to something that is not of their making. The director's contention is that despite what the politicians say - and Bollaín utilises news footage to give Spanish politicians enough rope to hang themselves with their disingenuous statements about enhanced employability - this mass emigration is not the same as that of Spain in the 1960s. In that era Spain was a poor country with a sub-standard education system - many of those who went abroad (predominantly to factories in Germany) were the rural poor. In contrast, those leaving today boast university educations, and head into unskilled work - the current phenomenon effectively deprives their homeland of a generation of skilled professionals and impoverishes the country in a way that goes beyond the economic.
    Alongside news and archive footage (and an explanation of the socio-economic context from sociologist Joaquin Garcia Roca), Bollaín skilfully interweaves Alberto San Juan's one-man show - Autorretrato de un joven capitalista español / Portrait of a Young Spanish Capitalist - into the film to create a recurring point of reference around which to organise the testimonies. Humorous, but also angry and educational, San Juan's monologue questions how Spain came to be in its current economic position and proffers some explanations with recourse to history, politics, and an account of how the West (in the form of Henry Kissinger and German Chancellor Willy Brandt) interfered behind the scenes in Spain's journey to democracy - and what Socialist Prime Minister Felipe González acquiesced to in the 1980s in order to get European membership for Spain. Cut from the same political cloth as Bollaín, San Juan pulls no punches and ends his performance by asking whether what the Spanish are experiencing now is just a continuation of Francoism under another name, wherein the vested interests of a powerful minority are protected at the expense of the common citizen. This acts as a carefully argued - although avowedly one-sided - counterbalance to the emotion of the testimonies, and as a call for mobilisation and participation in order to change Spanish politics.
    At times profoundly moving (people trying not to cry is lump-in-my-throat material for me generally but the loneliness and trying-to-be-stoic-in-the-face-of-despair just made me want to hug them), En tierra extraña burns with indignation at the circumstances foisted on a generation who did what they were supposed to do but who have had little choice but to abandon the careers and futures they thought lay ahead of them. While the film doesn't offer solutions, it suggests that there is cause for hope - in one section of San Juan's show he says that the streets of Spain fell silent on 23rd February 1981 (when Lieutenant Colonel Tejero attempted a coup d'etat in the Spanish Parliament) but that they woke up and unfroze on 15th May 2011 (the start of the protests and the Indignados movement). He argues that they won't be silenced again, and during the Q&A Bollaín pointed to the abandonment of the Partido Popular's medieval proposed abortion law and the appearance of new left-wing party Podemos as proof that people can make a difference when they group together. In calling Spain's political class to account, Bollaín gives a voice to those left outside (a common theme across her filmography) - of both their country and political system - and at a time when poisonous polemics about immigration are sweeping Europe, her humane and impassioned documentary deserves to be seen far and wide.

Trailer IN A FOREIGN LAND by Iciar Bollain from Turanga Films on Vimeo.

Wednesday, 8 October 2014

Edinburgh Spanish Film Festival, 8th-12th October 2014

En tierra extraña / In a Foreign Land (Icíar Bollaín, 2014)

   Edinburgh kicked off its inaugural Spanish Film Festival today with the UK premiere of Icíar Bollaín's documentary - En tierra extraña / In a Foreign Land - about how Spain's financial crisis is forcing the younger generation to emigrate. The film is one of thirteen making up the varied programme - I have previously written about Una pistola en cada mano (recommended) and 15 años y un día (I've watched it so that you don't have to) - bringing a taste of Spain to Scotland.
   I will be heading to Edinburgh to watch En tierra extraña and Los ilusos / The Wishful Thinkers (the latter of which I had begun to think I would never manage to see), but also on show are the multi-award winning La herida / Wounded, the Ricardo Darín-starring (so you can't go wrong) Un cuento chino / Chinese Takeaway, and the pro-choice documentary Yo decido: el tren de la libertad / I Decide: The Train of Liberty (which if you can't get to Edinburgh, is actually available - complete with English subtitles - on Vimeo). The full list of films can be found on the festival's website.

UPDATE (15/10/14): I have written a review of En tierra extraña - which was great - for Eye for Film and once that is up I'll post an extended version of it on here. I'll also be writing something about the elusive Los ilusos for here - I had mixed feelings about it (it's maybe a bit too clever for its own good), but there is plenty going on and I'm glad that I finally got the chance to see it. The festival was by all accounts a great success, so I'm hoping that there will be future editions.