Three more Zulawski movies from BAM's retrospective, and it was a rollercoaster. [
EDIT: I just realized, three days later, that the movie is called 'On the SILVER Globe,' not 'Blue.' I'm leaving my mistake unchanged because I think it helps sell how the movie actually made me feel].
Saturday I caught the 4 p.m. showing of
ON THE BLUE GLOBE (1988), which BAM advertised as being 105 min. in its printed program but it turns out it's 166. Gorgeous 35mm print and boy, did I hate the first 35-40 minutes of this movie more than life itself. Even giving it the benefit of censorship by Polish authorities, the low budget, the production troubles, the ten-year gap and Zulawski's mise-en-scène at its loudest/fullest (forget "The Devil" being over the top, in "Blue Globe" the over-acting faces the camera and is dialed up to 12!) I was hating everything and everybody: the premise, the execution, the 'rules' of this sci-fi universe (Earth astronauts aging much slower than their brood, transmission of video recorded on their 'neck' cams, the threat from the 'Shern' race of flying beings, etc.), the transition/narration, the blue filter on everything... I felt like Zulawski was literally grabbing me by the neck and force-feeding me the obvious metaphors of men repeating the same mistakes as their creators and their need for prophecy/Gods/mythology/war/violence/etc. Then, when the 2nd set of "astronauts" shows up before a third "wraps-up" the mess made by the first two (how convenient that most of the missing/lost/never shot footage is the SFX set-pieces/money shots) "Blue Globe" literally becomes "Dune" on a shoestring. It was like watching Lang's "Metropolis" (the version before the 2010 final reconstruction) with an epileptic cameraman videotaping rehearsals for a movie before shooting actually began.
After the first act my brain literally fried (I heard it frying... or was it one of the movie's odd electronic noises in the soundtrack?) and I embraced Zulawski's crazy by mentally saying
'sure,' 'why not?,' 'of course,' 'right on' and
'absolutely' to every other scene/sentence. The previously-unbearable transition scenes became welcomed relief (the long electric staircase was the best), the dated 'car from the future' the coolest thing I've ever seen in a movie (because I'd forgotten the hundreds of movies I'd seen when this flick rebooted my brain!) and the final shot of
Zulawski on-camera's reflection on the window glass (his most honest and direct way of saying 'hey folks, this is as good as I can make this given the s*** I had to put up with from censors/investors/you-name-the-hardship-I-had-to-overcome-to-put-this-together... please!')
a cleansing moment in which artist and his imperfect body of work become united. Most batshit thing I've ever seen in cinema, and the first and only Zulawski movie I seriously thought about walking out from or quit the retrospective cold.
I slept on it (and no, the next morning "On the Blue Globe" still sucked in an admirable gotta-see-it-to-believe-it way) and the following night I reluctantly went to the 8 p.m. showing of
FIDELITY (2000) (which I thought was going to be a 105 min. movie but it turns out to also be 166... back-to-back 2 1/2 hr. Zulawski's I wasn't mentally prepared for!). I don't know if Adam Sandler's "Jack and Jill" following "On the Blue Globe" would have made the former seem like "Battleship Potemkin" but damn if "Fidelity" just plain blew me away. I don't make it a secret that the reason I've been attending the BAM retrospective is because I'm chasing the dragon that seeing "Possession" gave me when I first saw it late last year at Film Forum. There have been bad-to-really good Zulawski movies (IMO) but no "Possession" (although "Szamanka" came the closest to replicating the "Possession" mind-fuck). "Fidelity" starts slow and confusing (not to mention it feels like its exploring themes already covered in "That Most Important Thing: Love" but with tabloid media employees/subjects instead of actors and media/journalism substituting for the profession) but it gets a ton of mileage out of Zulawski learning (on his last movie to date) that he doesn't have to keep his actors at a fever-pitch of hysterical excess at all times. Sophie Marceau's Clélia starts an aloof and selfish 'classy' photographer (her pictures suck BTW but that's besides the point) and pretty much stays that way through a marriage (Pascal Greggory), a family tragedy (Magali Noël) and pretenders Clélia both likes (Guillaume Canet's lower-class photographer) and despises (Michel Subor as her Rupert Murdoch-like media titan boss) with a truckload of quirky/oddball supporting characters floating around the principals. For the first time in a Zulawski movie (to me anyway, still haven't seen three of them) "Fidelity" feels like its characters live/act in our (the real) world instead of an all-cinematic environment tailored by Zulawski toward his creations. Whether it's the old director learning new tricks by adopting normalcy in a lead or slowing down with age to smell the narrative roses and one last chance to work with his lover/favorite actress, "Fidelity" caps the Zulawski 12 on such a high note it left me stunned.
Unlike most heroines in a Zulawski movie Clélia doesn't become hysteric (except for a couple of scenes where the moment actually calls for it) and she keeps it together as the most normal person I've seen in one of his movies. The weight of Clélia's decisions and how the men in her life interpret/dismiss/manipulate her adds-up to something powerful. There's plenty of Zulawski-patented fireworks/highlights (mafia black-market gangsters straight out of "Szamanka," pointed jabs at Rupert Murdoch's tabloid/sensationalist media, shoot-outs, races and even
an English remake of the movie's opening/final scene with Nemo...
WOW!) as cinematic spikes on what is at its core a simple story of love gotten/lost/desired/repressed that builds and builds and builds. By the end when
Clélia sees Clève's ghost pick up their wedding bands and she apologizes to him the same way Clélia's mother apologized to the ghost of her late husband right before she had a stroke
I was in tears and moved to the core of my being. Zulawski's movies always seem to take place in foreign/alien worlds even when they're set in modern times because of the pitch-high state of mind of its characters. For "Fidelity" though Zulawki (a) leaves almost all the hysterics to the supporting cast (b), it feels like it's happening in a recognizable normal world (a dated one of print publishing transitioning to TV/internet before the contemporary tablet/iPhone/IM social media revolution) and (b) gives his muse/girlfriend actress a meaty role that feels like it's coming from somewhere deep inside and personal (older director dating younger famous movie star, both tabloid fodder at one time). Maybe a rewatch long after "On the Blue Globe" fades into a (repressed-but-never-forgotten) memory will reveal this to not be what I wanted to see or saw Sunday night at BAM, but on first impression "Fidelity" is the best Zulawski movie I've seen since "Possession."
And last night, Monday, me and a half-filled theater at BAM (not as sparsely-attended as the 9:30 p.m. showing the week before of "The Blue Note") saw
BORIS GODOUNOV (1989) with French burn-in subtitles and English subs right above them (got a little confusing when the live subtitling started lagging behind) but it was a gorgeous 35mm print. The silent opening/closing slow-motion credits set the stage by making you appreciate the symphony of music/sounds/images coming right before/after we experience the calm of silence. I don't know if Zulawski's mise-en-scène with this particular project matches other opera-on-film productions (which I assume don't feature as much male/female nudity as this one), but for performers that HAVE to be hysteric because it's the nature of their performance work Zulawski's never-static camera captures their passion/music/scope beautifully on very little coin. For an amateur opera movie watcher like me it was rather impressive the way Zulawski weaves filmed-in-a-theater stage scenes with mostly on-location and big-movie set pieces with well-timed pans/tilts that reveal the lighting rigs/camera/crew right next to the sets/performers. If these behind-the-scenes peeks (seconds long at most) were any more frequent they'd stand out as show-off, but if they were less infrequent they'd stand out as intrusive. Since operas are a very stagey and artificial form of confined-to-a-formula entertainment to begin with Zulawski's "Boris Godounov" acknowledges it's a filmed version of an opera because (a) it breaks the monotony of the stage shots and (b) like the opening curtain/newsreel in "Superman: The Movie" it acknowledges the rich history of opera by showcasing the modern tools at Zulawski's disposal in order to capture it.
Not as successful is the fact the on-camera performers are clearly dubbed by actual opera singers (there's no way humans as thin as the one's featured here have pipes strong-enough to belt those songs), which again (like the behind-the-scenes peeks) only highlights that operas are by their very nature very artificial forms of entertainment. There's a borderline-deathly middle section in "Boris Godounov" focused on Ruggero Raimondi's Boris Tzar (who looks like a cross between "Zardoz" Sean Connery and a hairy Ming the Merciless from "Flash Gordon") that's set indoors and seems to go on and on and on. But, if you stay awake through this portion of the opera (I did... barely), you're rewarded with the movie's best scenes when Delphine Forest (Marina) and Pavel Slabý (Dimitri/The Fool, who looks like Jason Mewes from "Clerks") perform a mostly-naked happy dance/song about their plans to conquer Russia when Boris is no longer Tzar. I'm happy I saw the way Zulawski uses all his skills as a movie auteur to bring a good opera to life (it's a beautiful movie to watch/listen and enjoy if you like opera), but it still comes across as a technical exercise in which the director's mise-en-scène meets its perfect match with acting/performing that is already pitche really high to begin with.