R.I.P. Buddy Rich

The world's greatest drummer passed on to that great celestial orchestra 25 years ago today. In the tribute video below, he does things with his hands that are impossible for human beings...

R.I.P. Buddy Rich

The world's greatest drummer passed on to that great celestial orchestra 25 years ago today. In the tribute video below, he does things with his hands that are impossible for human beings...

The Art of Crime: Stolen (2006)*****

Reviewed by Shu Zin

STOLEN is well-filmed, well-conceived, and wildly exciting. This is a first rate documentary about the theft of  13 masterpieces from the Isabella Stewart Gardner collection in Boston in 1990, and it follows the efforts of a career art crimes expert, Harold J Smith, in his efforts to recover the paintings. Smith is a miracle. He describes how his nose once fell off. (sic) (yes, sic!). 

A particularly excellent aspect of this documentary is that it shows us how various people relate to and articulate their passion for art (including, through letters, Isabella S Gardner herself, and interviews with a number of "retired" art thieves consulted) as much as telling a story of the theft and attempts to recover these priceless works. Some of these people are visibly moved nearly to tears as they discuss the loss of the exceptionally precious Vermeer, which most would agree is the most heartbreaking loss. Vermeer painted so few – art historians disagree about the exact number, but they all estimate around 35 paintings - and every one is a masterpiece of incalculable importance. 

There's humor here, a good score and a brisk pace, as leads are followed. This is a great suspense and crime story as well as an instructive and sensual exposure to a few of the greatest pictures ever painted. Some of the rest of them still reside at the Gardner Museum in Boston. There's a wonderful "extra" on the dvd, as well: an interview with the director, Rebecca Dreyfus, wherein she charmingly describes how Mr Smith came to play such a big role in her documentary. Highly recommended to anyone, absolutely anyone! 

Reviewed by Shu Zin

The Art of Crime: Stolen (2006)*****

Reviewed by Shu Zin

STOLEN is well-filmed, well-conceived, and wildly exciting. This is a first rate documentary about the theft of  13 masterpieces from the Isabella Stewart Gardner collection in Boston in 1990, and it follows the efforts of a career art crimes expert, Harold J Smith, in his efforts to recover the paintings. Smith is a miracle. He describes how his nose once fell off. (sic) (yes, sic!). 

A particularly excellent aspect of this documentary is that it shows us how various people relate to and articulate their passion for art (including, through letters, Isabella S Gardner herself, and interviews with a number of "retired" art thieves consulted) as much as telling a story of the theft and attempts to recover these priceless works. Some of these people are visibly moved nearly to tears as they discuss the loss of the exceptionally precious Vermeer, which most would agree is the most heartbreaking loss. Vermeer painted so few – art historians disagree about the exact number, but they all estimate around 35 paintings - and every one is a masterpiece of incalculable importance. 

There's humor here, a good score and a brisk pace, as leads are followed. This is a great suspense and crime story as well as an instructive and sensual exposure to a few of the greatest pictures ever painted. Some of the rest of them still reside at the Gardner Museum in Boston. There's a wonderful "extra" on the dvd, as well: an interview with the director, Rebecca Dreyfus, wherein she charmingly describes how Mr Smith came to play such a big role in her documentary. Highly recommended to anyone, absolutely anyone! 

Reviewed by Shu Zin

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No One Expects the Spanish Inquisition!: The Mill and the Cross (2011)****

The Mill and the Cross is an attempt to get deeply into the creative mind by removing the boundaries between artistic vision and objective reality. The film shows us the world – 16th century Flanders to be precise – through the eyes of painter Pieter Bruegel (Rutger Hauer), and gives a flavor of the harsh realities depicted in his allegorical extravaganza The Procession to Calvary, completed in 1564. By means that alternate between mesmerizing and clumsy, director Lech Majewski fills in the painting’s backstory, and creates a bleakly intriguing glimpse into Bruegel’s life and times. Along with an informative art history lesson, viewers will get a vivid reminder that maybe the 21st Century isn’t so bad after all.

Working extensively with mattes, Majewski imposes Brugel’s visual stylistics on rustic scenes of daily life. This “living painting” technique is tricky – Eric Rohmer tried a similar approach in 2000 with The Lady and Duke, and achieved unwatchable results -  but generally it’s quite successful here, and at times the composites are breathtaking. But Majewski goes a step further, and presents the objective sights and sounds that served as Bruegel’s inspiration. These scenes are among the film’s most effective, and eventually make a few of the complex green screens seem stiff and self conscious. A sequence filmed in a giant grist mill features extraordinary images of early belt and gear engineering, accompanied by subwoofer friendly sound effects that evoke the hellish grinding of condemned souls.

Like life in the 1500s, The Mill and the Cross moves at its own lugubrious pace, offering the space to savor its best moments. Its depiction of daily routines is rooted in stark realism, bringing to mind Olmi’s lumbering agrarian opus The Tree of Wooden Clogs from 1978. In Majewski’s unhurried exposition, we see Bruegel rising at dawn to begin his day of preliminary sketches, soon followed by an impossible number of tow-headed little Bruegels, all rolling out of the crowded bed like clowns from a Volkswagen. Before Mom can begin the breakfast preparations, a flock of squalling geese must first be cleared from the warm kitchen, and they’re not too happy about it. Grim humor, intentional or not, abounds early in the film, as a young couple drag their prized calf up a hillside for a foggy picnic while a musician, in the broadest sense of the word, accompanies them on a rumbling early version of the saxophone.

But the imagery is the thing, and Majewski serves up a visual feast not soon to be forgotten. Elements of Bruegel’s vision dominate the film’s second half, and take it beyond a medieval slice of life and into the realm of splendor. Not all the ideas work; the composites of Bruegel discussing the painting with his patron (Michael York) come off as surprisingly flat and studio bound, while a re-imagining of the Passion with Charlotte Rampling as Mary seems more like a producer’s idea than part of Majewski’s larger vision. And ultimately Pieter Bruegel the Elder remains a cipher. In a career laced with eccentric characters, Hauer’s dreamy wandering, sketch pad in hand, ranks as one of his oddest performances. While Majewski was clearly not interested in a standard bio-pic, the later reels lack human interest and the change in narrative scale make the film less approachable; like the stanchions that guard The Procession to Calvary today at Vienna’s Kunsthistorisches Museum. Hidden within the optical wonders of The Mill and the Cross is a great film. It doesn’t quite reach the screen intact, but what’s there is pretty darn amazing.