Showing posts with label Singapore Short Film Awards 2010. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Singapore Short Film Awards 2010. Show all posts

Friday, February 12, 2010

Trying Not to Try Too Hard

‘Don’t try too hard.’

Says jury member and Malaysian filmmaker Liew Seng Tat about the films he has watched at the recent Singapore Short Film Awards. Piqued by his comment, I decided to get in touch with him to ask him what he meant. This is his reply:

‘Personally I feel that a film should be made to feel that it's made effortless. I found some of the films I saw were trying too hard to prove themselves, thus making it very mechanical. Technique remains just technique if it doesn't marry with the story. Story remains superficial if the filmmaker is trying too hard to make a point.’

I remember helping out on a short film recently as a production assistant. The film took 9 days to shoot and the sets and props look like the crew coughed some blood making it. Is it really worth it when the story behind is simply about falling in love or remembering someone? I attended quite a number of screenings at the recent Singapore Short Film Awards. Like Seng Tat mentioned, I felt obliged to nod at how ‘complete’ each work is. What I mean by complete is that each film gets a tick in almost all boxes – properly graded visuals, clean sound, ‘soundtrack’-worthy music and how can we miss the snazzy opening and closing credits? Some even have car chases, period costumes and dashes of CGI! But ‘obliged’ because itching inside me was a feeling that I was only as entertained as watching a TV program. When the credits rolled, I found little to take home with me.


The giant machines and cast of thousands spotted in some local short film productions.

I have some suspicion that the ‘effortless’ storytelling that Seng Tat mentioned does not come naturally to us Singaporeans, unless of course you are a writer or poet. I guess what it means to be ‘effortless’ is like when you do not notice the painter’s strokes when you appreciate the painting. I must admit in writing this article, I am subject of what I am writing about. I have put in ‘effort’. I am conscious of what people will think of this article because many would be reading it and judging my own judgements on the films I write about. I want it to sound clever for fear that I would not be taken seriously. I must make sure I do not say anything too offensive otherwise the MDA will not give me money to further the interests of this blog or my own films.

Similarly among the films I watched, many seem to be too mindful of what a ‘good’ film needs and actually have them all thought out before even thinking of the storyline. For instance, you feel 2 people will fall in love because the script says so. But to be fair to the filmmakers, the films screened were made under a variety of conditions. Some were made as school-based assessed projects. These include La Salle shorts like ‘National Day’, ‘Outing’ or NTU shorts like ‘Respirator’ and ‘My Underwear, My World’. Many were SFC-supported ones usually require a much scripted approach. If we are looking for ‘effortless’ storytelling, perhaps the handful of shorts made under the Fly-By-Night and 48 hr film competition have something to that effect. ’10 Painful things about being a Tranny’ tickled me off my seat with its spontaneous camp. My heart echoed with the honest and poignant feelings evoked in ‘Mummy’. And Siang Yu displays a knack for comedy quite close to Jacen Tan (in his earlier Zo Gang, Zo Peng series) in ‘Is there Money in this?’ Watching these, you can almost imagine the filmmakers sipping up ‘kopi si’ in the neighbourhood coffeeshop while planning the shoot.

Looking beyond our ‘fly-by-nighters’, there is certainly no absence of good films that break the mould. But spontaneous and ‘effortless’, they may not be. Some of my personal favourites include the irreverent ‘Dirty Bitch’, the highly pre-meditated ‘Respirator’ and David Shiyang Liu’s labour of love ‘5 Films in an Anthology of a film in a month’. Look at our more recent crop of feature films like ‘Here’, ‘Invisible Children’, ‘In the House of Straws’ and ‘The Blue Mansion’ in the past year and you might agree with my use of the phrase ‘a heavy-handed approach’. In fact, when I compare them to films from our northern neighbours, I ‘ve got a Yin and Yang way of describing this – Singapore films seek to outsmart their viewers while Malaysian films seek to be outsmarted by their viewers.

'Waiting for Love' by James Lee; 'The Elephant and The Sea' by Woo Ming Jin; 'Flower In The Pocket' by Liew Seng Tat; 'Love Conquers All' by Tan Chui Mui; 'At the End of Daybreak' by Ho Yuhang

Will we ever be like our Malaysian counterparts? Or should we accept the fact that the organic approach does not work for Singapore. There are certainly differences between the two countries that do not warrant an apple-to-apple comparison. Perhaps storytelling comes more naturally to Malaysians because life is tougher up north and recent events in the realm of politics, religion and race can testify to that. I dare say we have become such an ‘institutionalized’ society that we have forgotten how to say simple things in the most natural and human way. Authority and collective voices talk louder here than individuals.

A possible after-effect of the ‘institutionalisation’ is the ‘apeing’ of films of the celebrated by the younger generation of filmmakers. Ben Slater has written about this on Criticine a website for in-depth discourse on Southeast Asian cinema. He mentions a proliferation of short films that ‘pay tribute’ to the ‘Class of 2002’. This class includes Sun Koh, Eva Tang, Royston Tan and others (I would extend the class to include Boo Junfeng as well).
The Class of 2002

I caught a number of these ‘tribute’ or semi-tribute’ films in the SSFA batch. I daringly list them here to my own peril: ‘Letting Go’, ‘Dawn’, ‘National Day’, ‘Linger’, ‘Childhood Games’, ‘Mi’, ‘Man in Snow Globe’, ‘My Underwear, My World’ and ‘Distance’.

While some are giving new window-dressing to old bodies, others are pushing the envelope further abroad. This year, 11 Singapore films made it to the Rotterdam film festival this year, a mecca for the newest and most exciting films worldwide. The festival programmer Gertjan Zuilhof calls us ‘one of the most productive countries of Southeast Asian cinema’. The word is ‘productive’. It does not say whether we have made our mark abroad like Malaysian films have or are still doing. A quick look at the 11 films that will be screening in Rotterdam seems to point to something – we are just not born-storytellers and we more like philosophers or stylists. Considering only the more ‘properly-made’ short films at SSFA and you will find that stylists rule the day (with ‘Girl with the Red Balloons’ taking the cake).

So be it. We can’t tell stories. But we seem to be able to paint fantasies quite well. Victric Thng, another jury member at the SSFA said ‘Take more risks’. Maybe we have found our answer. The key to not trying ‘too hard’ is to take more risks! We are trying too hard because we are just too mindful of keeping up with conventions and expectations. Just let the monster in your film grow and it will still take you home after a helluva ride. And if the huge number of productions this year is anything to go by, this will be a year of exciting rides, other than the new ones at Sentosa.

Here is an interesting quote from Warren Sin, another member of the jury:
‘3 in 4 shorts reveal a certain fetishistic tendency towards the unreal, fantasy … attempts to escape the here and now … a contempt (even) for the present'
Still from Wesley Leon Aroozoo's 'A Lion's Pride', screened at SSFA 2010.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Singapore Short Film Awards - Moon by Sudeep Bhupal Singh

The title in its Chinese character (yue) carries a quite a handful of connotations. And the profoundness of this single word is testified by the fact that it appears in almost every Chinese song. It has been used to represent everything from sadness to hope. Therefore, it surprised me when I realised the film's been directed by an Indian. On a humorous note, I hope he's not thought of the title solely from the word 'moonlighting'.

Yes, moonlighting happens to the subject of 'Moon' the film. Though the direction and narrative of the film are rather run-off-the-mill, it has a certain plain honesty about it. From the first scene, you get a sense that Sudeep wastes no time in telling the story. A tartily-clad girl enters a room flooded in red-light. As she drags her feet towards the mirror to check her appearance for the umpteenth time, I cannot help but notice the roll of toilet paper on the dressing table, a symbol of her daily fate. After the prologue, we enter her real life proper. Her mother is ill and needs noney for medical treatment and her father disapproves of late nights (even though he has no idea that she is moonlighting in an objectionable industry). After her father's burst of anger one morning, she even has buys him a present and begs for his forgiveness. Doesn't she sleep at all!?

Touched by her sincerity, he accepts her present. But the peace is short-lived. On a subsequent day, when the family has decided to stay at home for dinner, the girl receives yet another working call. And she was in for a huge jolt of her consciousness. Though the material is not new, I sat watching with a sense of dark satisfaction as I saw the look of both her face and her 'client's face'. I admit the film is commonplace in its style but I applaud Sudeep for boldly pushing forward a situation and telling it like it is. It is not shocking but it gets you under your skin a little.

Singapore Short Film Awards - Letting Go by Guo Wen Xu

This seems like a twin brother to Royston Tan's Little Note, though the latter is of course made by a more seasoned pair of hands and eyes.Similar to Royston's film, it tells about a son who is leaving the kampung (village) to further his studies and face the world and though the son does not bring much, he brings her spirit along in his heart. One big difference between the two films is that the lady in 'Letting Go' is a closer physical epitomy of the mother role that the one in 'Little Note'. She has such a disarming and benevolent look that I really had something to take home with that film, even though you feel you have seen this story in a dozen other manifestations.

Found this link somewhere on facebook... Enjoy!
http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=336129810575 

Singapore Short Film Awards - Linger by Sim Bee Li


An everyday scene with a daughter on her way out and her mum hanging up the clothes and doing the household chores in close view. Cut to stationary meditative shots of the kitchen sink and the cupobards with sunlight lingering on its surface. We then enter a different time when we get a closer glimpse of the daughter who receives a phone call asking for her mum and we know the time lapse from the news of the mother's death. There are no heightened dramatics, no big ceremonial send-offs. Only little gestures follow.

But it is the nothingness that helps create, so vividly, the feeling of a void. Like a sort of payout to the title 'Linger', the sense of loss permeates each scene subliminally. Vel Ng, breathes a passive-affected feel into the role - in a way that unique to her (as seen in other films). In fact, she personifies the mood of the film so well that her perspective dominates our understanding of the family's loss, a kind of lingering loss and not a grief-stricken, out-pouring type of loss.

Bee Li masters the framing to near-perfect state in which every choice of shot seems to fit the narrative like a glove. There was a one-shot moments between Vel and the father to emphasize a contentious situation. Subsequently, there was also an awkward two-shot that 'forced' the two characters into some kind of reconciliation. And there was a long shot of a them moving up a staircase that seemed to represent the notion of completing a passage, of which the film is about in figurative terms. Against an sizeable stack of local shorts about death and loss, this one does not break any new ground but at least it is well pruned in its own lawn.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Singapore Short Film Awards - The Raven by Nelson Yeo

The Raven reminds me of VR Man in a way or another...
Just another Superhero influenced film to me. (That is what I feel, no offence)

BUT... He is the observer, the guardian and grim reaper.

HE Can...
FLY
PECK the "killer"
and save the lady and he's back up on the building to continue his Surveillance "duty"

This is one of the considerable fiction shorts which I will actually pass.
Liked the way he shot the short.

Singapore Short Film Awards Winners

Best Director
Winner: Sun Koh (Dirty Bitch)
Nominees: Basil Mironer (Rare Fish), Jmin (The Girl with the Red Balloons), Kirsten Tan (Cold Noodles), Wu Ruojing (Home?)
Comments: Can't argue with the win for Sun Koh, whose visual sense truly enervates her pastiche of sex fantasies, torture porn, French rap and social satire. Atop that, Kat Goh surely deserved a nomination for orchestrating those well-blocked, single-take scenes in Swimming Lesson.

Best Fiction
Winner: Dirty Bitch (Sun Koh)
Nominees: Fighting Fit (Sulaiman Salamon), Master of His Domain (Eric Elofson), Rare Fish (Basil Mironer), Swimming Lesson (Kat Goh)
Comments: Dirty Bitch was the only double award-winner of the night, but that's inevitable if you have both a Best Director and Best Film category. I can't fathom a great film without a sure directorial hand, and it makes even less sense for the film with the best direction not to snag its own trophy.

Best Animation
Winner: Hush Baby (Tan Wei Keong)
Nominees: Come Out and Play! 2 (Joo Choon Lin), The Mothcatcher (Iyvone Khoo & Miguel Guzman)
Comments: Hush Baby likely won because it was the best narrative among the three, involving a drawing of a baby being kept from climbing to the edges of the paper on which it's drawn, but even the losing nominees boasted exceptionally high-calibre stop-motion animation! I was especially impressed by the technical difficulty of Come Out and Play! 2, which features a potent animated mixture of wall-length graffiti and floating oil-on-water art.

Best Documentary
Winner: Special Pass (Vicknesh Varan)
Nominees: Black Friday (Wan), Forgotten Merlion (Ghazi Alqudcy & Ezzam Rahman), Home? (Wu Ruojing), She Shapes A Nation (Dana Lam)
Comments: I wasn't a fan of She Shapes A Nation, which flits from one subject to another without letting us ride on any strong narrative arc through the film; this marginalises the women it features more than it promotes them. All the other nominees, though, cover a wide but precise range of tones and minority subjects, and I would have been happy with any of them as the winner. I'm especially glad for Special Pass' win, though. The non-Singaporean soldiers of World War 2, our neglected anthem, and victims of the Chinese earthquake surely deserve their turn in the sun, but Special Pass tackles a greater blind spot in our society: the messy bureaucratic plight of our foreign workers.

Best Cinematography
Winner: Sink (Chananun Chotrungroj)
Nominees: A Hole in the Bed (Tay Yuxian), Blue Date (Eugene Koh), Home? (Isabel Wong Liliing, Lydia), Threshold (Lim Teck Siang)
Comments: Can't argue with the austere black-&-white photography of Sink, but check out the similar but even more jaw-dropping B&W photography of Cold Noodles (also by the same director, Kirsten Tan), which I think was exempt because its cinematographer Jose Avila Del Pino isn't Singaporean.

Best Editing
Winner: 5 Films in an Anthology of a Film a Month (Jack Haycox)
Nominees: Cold Noodles (Kirsten Tan), My Underwear My World (Alicia Yang & Danny Lim), Outing (Daniel Hidajat), The Girl with the Red Balloons (Chen Junbin)
Comments: 5 Films is another film that deserved a wider spread of nominations than its lone, deserved one here, although not if its director David Shiyang Liu makes good on his "promise" to leave it at this accomplished film. (No pressure, David!) Its five different chapters about desire in the modern city are at turns funny and touching.

Best Soundtrack
Winner: Newton (Matthew Koh, Lim Tingli, Ho Tzu Nyen)
Nominees: Dirty Bitch (Felix Huang, Anne-Laure Sibon), The Karma of the Tree Sentinel who Awakes (The Observatory), Threshold (Benjamin Lim Yi, Oxley String Quartet)
Comments: By far the oddest category in this year's awards. First, the category combined its nods to both sound design and musical score composition, even though most of the nominees are more obviously accomplished in one or the other. Second, The Karma of the Tree Sentinel who Awakes is pretty much a music video for The Observatory's song "Mind Roots", so nominating the band for writing the film's score is a little backwards. (Surely the director's visual conception is a more relevant contribution to local film?) Third, awarding a self-conscious piece like Newton, with its slightly unsync-ed sound effects resembling some of the earliest foley work, muddles an important message about the seamless, almost unnoticeable work to which most sound designers have to commit. Despite the understandable impulse to spread the wealth, I think both Dirty Bitch's score and sound design are far more accomplished. Who can forget the film's enigmatic musical theme and central French rap sequence, or its overlaid narration, gasps, whip-cracks, screams and spluttering blood?

Best Script
Winner: Threshold (Loo Zihan)
Nominees: A Perfect Harmony (Christopher Broe), Dreaming Kester (Martin Hong), Master of His Domain (Eric Elofson)
Comments: Whatever the strengths of A Perfect Harmony and Dreaming Kester are, they do not lie in those two film's scripts. (A Perfect Harmony harnesses bizarre, unconvincing meet-cutes between a boy and a girl; Dreaming Kester is too blunt in its message of "adultism" and lost childhood innocence). I'd have to stump for the more polished, adventurous scripts of 5 Films in an Anthology in a Month, Dirty Bitch and Swimming Lesson.

Best Performance
Winner: The judges chose to abstain.
Nominees: Damus Lim (Brazil), Oliver Mangham (Master of His Domain), Ong Xiu Ping (Madam Chan), Rebecca Dass (Bright)
Comment: While I understand the motivations behind the judges not giving an award, their abstention exposed a loophole in the execution of these awards: who's coming up with the nominations? Clearly not the judges, if they found none of the nominated perfs impressive enough to award. The awards ceremony host, actor Yeo Yann Yann, half-jokingly commented: "Don't worry, we will work harder," but I think it was less that the best performances were unworthy than that the best performances weren't nominated. (Although out of the nominees, I was quite impressed by Ong Xiu Ping, who plays a patient caretaker in Madam Chan. Ong manages to trick us into seeing her character as a typical soft-hearted old woman while staying true to the real depth of the character's awareness, as a twist in the film finally reveals.) If the nominated child actors (Lim and Dass) didn't have many demands from their films to fulfil, why not pick the young Jerryl Tan in My Underwear My World instead, who had to parse sadness, anger, desperation and comic reluctance with impressive naturalism? And let's not forget the different forms of near-unreasonable manias that Kee Chiew Hiang and Serene Chen respectively inhabit in Swimming Lesson and Dirty Bitch.

Best Art Direction
Winner: Rare Fish (Rene Pannevis)
Nominees: H the Happy Robot (James Page), Rudra - Hymns from the Blazing Chariot (Jacen Tan), Public Phone (Eric Lim), The Robber (Eric Lin & Wong Munlai)
Comments: Congrats to the stilt village and beached flotsam of Rare Fish. For me, the odd nomination here is for H the Happy Robot, whose art direction comprises a wall of stacked cardboard boxes, painted to look like a blackboard. Perhaps it might have been better placed in the Best Animation category, for its stop-motion depiction of the title robot's eventual decomposition. Conversely, I thought that the meticulously crafted The Mothcatcher deserved a nomination here.

Honorary Award
For outstanding contribution to the film community through short films
Recipient: Royston Tan
Comments: What more can there be to say about our most well-known, prolific short filmmaker? Royston mentioned in his acceptance speech that short films aren't a stepping stone to features or "something greater", but an ends in itself, and especially after these screenings, I can't help but agree.

Singapore Short Film Awards - Mosquito by Sookoon Ang

9 words to describe the Film...
Abstract Way Of Telling a story in 2 parters.

Mosquito has reminds me like it is a kiddie story book and with its presentation.
It gaves me a comfortable mood to enjoy the short.

Xiao Fu gave me an impression that she was writing letters to her penpal.
I believe that there is some special treatment used in the short.That makes me feel that it is a better way to share the mood of Xiao Fu through her letter writings to her penpals.

The overall experience is terrific as it is abstract and I personally enjoyed the film.

Singapore Short Film Awards - Happy Place by Jeevan Nathan

'Happy Place' exudes the eclectic charm of a patchwork blanket, those that your grandmothers used to have. It is multi-faceted in its visuals and the different elements are seamlessly pieced together. Mixing pencil-drawing animation with real-life motion, it is really telling a story of a boy who saves his sister from the suffering of an illness. Genre-wise, it leans on fantasy even though it illustrates a very real situation. The drift is that the boy rescues his sister from the 'sad place' to the 'Happy Place' supposedly symbolising recovery. I do have to mention that while it is a conscientious work of craft, it needs more work on vision. The premise is too safe, it needs to be taken a 'risky place'.

Here is a link to the trailer.

Singapore Short Film Awards - One Room Flat by Zhang Jia Hao

I am inclined to label 'One Room Flat' as a study of menopause. This largely talking heads documentary is about the residents of block 124 at Kim Tian place. And apparently they are all old women. Nah. Of course not. I guess the old men just refuse to be interviewed which is expected. On the other hand, the old women and aunties will willingly share endlessly (sometimes repeating points) if you 'rub' them the right way.

The central character is Angie who is originally from Thailand. She sets the scene by describing what she does and the neighbourhood she lives in. Appearing practised in front of the camera, she paints a picture of utopia in block 124. Here, people are all smiles and chatty. There is a great sense of cohesion among the Ah Sohs. Even when the other Ah Sohs are interviewed about their lives, they make references back to Angie the Angel. 

But before things seem too annoyingly blissful in the world Angie painted, life in 124 has its dark sides as well, like the segment on the 82 yr-old spinster. Pardon my cynicism but these scenes seem more real to me, at least on screen. Another distinct moment (but a good breakaway) was when Angie shared about the rampancy of suicides on a particular side of the flat, with a look of 'Mai Phen Rai' (never mind in Thai) on her face and the same old smile. And for the first time, the camera cuts to someone of the other gender, an Ah Pek. This drews a few well-deserved laughs. 

So in conclusion, life in Block 124 is a mixture of a kampung spirit, women at peace with themselves, occasional free food and the occasional suicide. Like the women, the film rests in a sort of comfort zone. We hear the things they prefer to say and not what we are itching to find out. Perhaps Angie was rightfully chosen as the spokesperson as she personified that comfort zone. Can you imagine if we got CNN to probe her further on those suicides?

Monday, February 1, 2010

Singapore Short Film Awards - A Father's Love by Bruce Lim Tiong Chuan

A green parrot with its pulsating chest visible in the foreground symbolically opens this documentary about a fairly original topic - single fathers. It seems to me cases of single fathers are either difficult to find or men would rather not talk about it. It has chosen 2 distinctly different men - one is a professional vet and the other in a more average job. One obviously in a more comfortabe financial standing than the other (although as he shared: half of his hard-earned money goes to his wife as settlement). But the biggest difference between the 2 is that the latter, Mr Henry Ong, has a disabled son. 

Because media has too often portrayed men to be out and about while women stay at home, when Henry shared that besides work, he does not move around much as he cannot afford the time, the gravity of the single-fatherhood struck hard. Before, many might have a Hollywood-ingrained idea of goofey single fathers who make a mess of their adopted motherly roles. But the whole things is still a happy-go-lucky blokey affair. In his simple and earnest documentary, he has managed to zero in what matters in the issue. Sometimes, it is not even the issue but the moments that arrest us. In particular, there was a lingering shot of Henry lifting his son up. It was a harrowing struggle and his son was reacting like cattle about to be slaughtered. And his haunting cries... 

Jean-Paul Ly on the other hand, is like a white collar version of the single fatherhood. Much less shocking but still an eye-opener on women who 'walk out of marriages'. I am a bit tempted to wonder why Bruce did not interview a third person because two seems like an odd number for a film. Complete things seem to come in threes. Perhaps, it's not the end of Bruce journey. let's hope he covers more ground in the future.

Singapore Short Film Awards - From Green to Brown to Black to Brown to Green by Joo Choon Lin


Myriad leaves. A dozen bulldozers. Oscar(from Sesame street) look-alikes, urban elements depicted as monsters. It's not difficult to guess the 'save-the-earth' message behind the film. But hey! what's ultraman, legoman and host of other toy characters doing in it? Just a toy fetish that results in the toys inevitably ending up on camera? It seems more is hidden in the process than meets the eye. I had a chance to read about it here. Choon Lin created this in collaboration with fellow Singaporean artist Chun Kai Qun as part of the Fukuoka Asian Art Triennale.
Having visited the website, it is clearly evident the film seems misplaced in the Singapore Short Film Awards and somehow shelving it under a random stack of other films does not do it justice.

singapore Short Film Awards - Broken Wing by Vicknesh Varan

This social documentary deals with the plight of foreign workers from India, covering the same ground as 'The Call Home' by Han Yew Kwang. It's shocking that nothing's changed in a decade and it's only gotten worse for them. The experiences shared are harrowing. They include extortions, beatings, cheating and exploitation. But the sharpness of the pain conveyed is evidently blunted by its own design. A real-life worker shares his predicament point-blank. However, his outpourings are interjected with a theatrical performance that aims to allegorise his situation. Decked in earth-toned tunics and with their faces dotted with tribal paints, the actors contort, gyrate, swing themselves to deliver some sort fo cryptic message related to the man's story.

To be fair, it was not that difficult to 'uncode' the pantomime. But the purpose it served in a film format seemed weak. Crisp cutaways of scenes or even photographs could preserve the intensity of its message better. Moreover, every 'act' was just a dance representation of what had been shared by the narrator, making the experience repetitive. It seems these 'staged' films are a tricky hybrid, nothing's beat 'Dogville' so far.

Singapore Short Film Awards - The Triumph by Ting Szu Kiong

Szu Kiong's films play a unique part in the filmmaking scene in that no other filmmaker makes films like his. And he takes risks. Well, not entirely because he's got the blessings of SFC for a number of his films. Take a look at the things he's made: The Triumph (1930s period short involving guns and rickshaws), The Forest Spirits (wu xia short, need I say more?) and he's on his way to make something about a vampire to he effect of the Hong Kong Vampire movies by Raymond Wong. 

Several things raise the skepticism about The Triumph. For a young director, it seems too ambitious to do period films. The mediocre acting reared its head at the first entrance of a character. Subsequent delivery was stilted and stagey (the girl who played the lead still pulled a palatable performance). Take away the grandeur of a period drama, the film is really resting on fragile ground. But there was a silver lining  - a moderate surprise that served to pay off my patience in watching the film. The girl who watches a dozen men fight endlessly over power gets to claim a reward for herself for living through these episodes. She keeps their charms that they wear on their neck and accumulate some good fortune for herself. 
It's hard to decide if this is strange or not. In a way, the film does not make a point because this is just about her enigmatic hobby of collecting charms and it leads to a free lunch (in the form of a handsome suitor). However, for the risks that she bore sitting through fights between men, this is a payoff, so it is essentially more than about the hobby, but a reward for braving the realities of her life. Perhaps, if it was made clearer how she paid her dues to be so blessed, then we could walk away with a amulet of wisdom about life.

Singapore Short Film Awards - Jaded Winds by Nelson Yeo

SSFA moments are partially made of these - you remember the films that touched and you also remember the films that appalled you. Watching 'Jaded Wind' was a like slap on the face. I sat up, jaws dropped, struggling to deal with the absurdist, random, amorphous thing that film was. The title belies the real thrust of the story. 2 supposed jaded warriors (ironically acted by 2 adolescents) settle their differences once and for all. The 'wu xia' (Chinese period kungfu) genre gets a painful contortion. Set amidst 'glorious' HDB flats, the 2 fight on top of a hill. We are treated to one slapstick antic after another. While most of us would like some room for the absurd after too much gravity seen in the other films, the filmmakers could have been a little more conscientious with the absurd antics. Unfortunately, corners were cut in the delivery. And many of the meaning behind the very personal jokes were lost. Risk well taken! But do try harder.

Friday, January 29, 2010

Singapore Short Film Awards - Brazil by Philothea Liau

"Doesn't the synopsis for Brazil give away the whole story?" asked a friend. Yes, it does, but that's not the point to the 5-min short. See, Brazil opens with a close-up on a boy's face as his tears well up and begin to fall, but the film doesn't use this arresting image to throw us into the thick of its plot. Rather, it cuts away to a huddle of schoolboys plowing their hands through a box of erasers at a stationery shop, leaving us wondering whether we've been flashed foward or back in the storyline, and wondering how this relates to whatever incident it was that could bring a boy to tears.

The erasers being fought over are the familiar rectangular ones with country flag designs; I felt a pang of nostalgia upon seeing them, recalling the flipping games my classmates used them to play back in primary school. The best moments of Brazil stick to this register, relying on our memories of what it felt to think like a schoolkid. Indeed, the boys aren't digging for just any eraser but for one design in particular, the one that gives the film its title. When one boy has found the prize, the rest stop searching and watch glumly as he pays for it and leaves. The film choreographs that the Brazil eraser is most valued, but it doesn't matter why; the point here is that our emotional investments as kids are quite overblown. The film's final shot loops back to its first, so that we discover the cosmic joke being played on the boy's feelings, and on our expectations for what that involves.

Since the time I last saw Brazil, I have become far more convinced that its basic strength lies in the intrigue and humour of these shots that bookend the film: a testament more to the writing than to actor Damus Lim, nominated for his expert crying performance at the S'pore Short Film Awards. The scenes in the film's middle don't demand much from Damus, though he acquits himself far better than his stilted schoolmates. This ungenerous label applies more to the throng of prospective buyers after his Brazil eraser, and less to the two chubby bullies that block his path. A single take alternates between the bullies' faces as they shout unmenacing threats in their kiddy voices ("You blind ah!"), and helps rather than harms this enjoyable lark of a schoolkid's world writ large.


This review was originally written in Dec '09; it has been edited and expanded for the Singapore Short Film Awards in Jan '10.

Singapore Short Film Awards - Swimming Lesson by Kat Goh

How often do we find local films shot as confidently as Swimming Lesson? The whole film is composed almost entirely out of breathless long takes—one take per scene—thus trapping us in the drama of a family sending a girl off to study overseas. We kick off at home, where grandpa watches a televised swimming match. Behind him, in a flurry of well-blocked activity, a mother fusses to her daughter over the travel adaptors she needs to pack, and to her husband over the time they must leave the house, while the targets of her fussing themselves shuffle around the living room with muffled exasperation. In this take alone, we get to know what everyone feels about the trip at hand (in descending order of worry: mother, father, daughter, grandpa). We can predict, then, that the mother's nagging will persist through the following scenes, pushing tensions to a threshold. We even bump into clichés like "we're wasting time" blame-shifting, and painstakingly prepared bottles of bird's nest soup.

For me, Swimming Lesson handily defeats these obstacles by offering a few striking moments of respite. First, the film scatters bouts of humour within its scenes. Script-wise: Mum explains how to sneak liquids aboard the plane, and dad gets in a punchline on her deftness. Direction-wise: Dad gets into a slapstick scenario in the background of a sustained shot at a coffeeshop (he needs to manoeuvre around a queue), while the rest of the family holds a separate conversation in the foreground. It even comes down to details like Mum re-ordering one less coffee because "girl needs to sleep on the plane"—until we note how the drinks are finally distributed.

Second, Kee Chiew Hiang's shrill characterisation of Mum turns out to be vital to a late-breaking decision by the character. The film even doles the mother a generous close-up as we watch her anxieties preying on her, playing out on her face, and she utters a line in dialect that made the audience gasp with disbelief, not because we didn't believe the character would say such a thing, but because we'd bought wholly into her motivations for such a choice.

Finally, the film takes its time to unfold why it chose its title. For a long time, we wonder if Grandpa's swimming match, lasting through home and car and coffeeshop, is the film's only tenuous link to a "swimming lesson", until it intersperses brief shots of an unidentified girl floating serenely in a swimming pool. The relationship between these meditative shots and the storyline remains a mystery, until a frightful action by Grandpa, a cutaway to the floating girl, and our memory of subtle hints sprinkled earlier in the story tie it all together. I still catch my breath when I think about that finale, and wonder how the filmmakers captured these authentic long-take driving scenes on the roads by the Esplanade. A masterclass.

Singapore Short Film Awards - Did you see what I see? by Soon Zhan Hui

Apparently, the spirit of the Mandarin voiceover on emo music is hard to exorcise. Royston Tan has a lot of cleaning up to do. To give this film credit, the narration is on English. But the narrator (no better way to put this linguistically) really cannot make it one lor. To be fair, like my own first films too. 

In 'Did you see what I see?', we amble through a black and white montage of bleak scenes of life. In the director's own words, the montage reflects reality, one that is not meant to be beautified by shooting in colour. One that has to remain as sombre as the real life. My heart sank as I followed the train of thought, which echoed some real personal pain. But soon, my brain sank too and got left behind somewhere in the black and white streets.
p.s. I am not sure if the filmmaker saw some light at the end of the tunnel because the last scene came into full colour.

Singapore Short Film Awards - Death Chess by Ng Guo Rong

Yet another tale about revenge, with a suggestion of violence. The coupling of that with it being a  'first film' usually offers a jarring visual experience for the audience. I may be wrong in saying that it is a first film but its whole 'fan-boy' feel about it from its visual cliches to the 'seen-it-somewhere-before' title (Sounds like 'Death Note') seems to suggest it. It centres around a 'life-and-death' chess game between a tormentor and his captive. The is a act of revenge by the tormentor for losing out to his victim years ago in school. Most of the mise-en-scene is a yawn, all attention is focussed on the electric drill that is driven closer and closer to the victim as the game progresses. But that is all before we turned our eyes to the tormentor. It a while to confirm an initial suspicion that the tormentor is really quite a camp queen - the exaggerated chin lifts and the poses, nevermind the fact that he had been mentally debilitated by past events. So distracting was his theatrics that it was easy to lose the storyline.

Perhaps its website will speak more fairly for the film. Check out Death Chess at www.deathchess.webs.com 

Singapore Short Film Awards - The Tibetan Mastiffs by Danny Lim


Easily one of the most forgettable films of the night but the most polished. Comparing his 'My Underwear, My World' to this, this is a big leap in terms of style and professionalism. The seamless documentary would fit in nicely into a Channel News Asia slot except that it had a bit more narrative wit than many of the news channel's programmes. The aesthetics and choice of shots also mirror a lot of the documentary films that came out of Oak 3 Films like 'Veil of Dreams' and 'Brother No.2'. Both seem to come from the same cookie-cutter. The only difference is it had a more refreshing narrator voice.

I must add that it was a gratifying experience watching 'The Tibetan Mastiffs' despite the predictability of it. Abundant in its images of our endearing furry friends, the satisfaction is akin to being fed a dose of National Geographic. And for the dog-lovers, dog porn perhaps. These dogs are so robust and stout yet helplessly loveable that you even feel like touching them. But don't risk your hand, the owner's already said they are only used to 'zi ji ren' (their own people).  A point of pondering there for me about dogs' ability to bond with humans and live side by side.

This brings me to the way the subject of the people of Tibet was introduced. To paraphrase, the Tibetan Mastiffs are strong and resilient to challenges and obstacles, like the people of Tibet. Certainly, the opening up of this narrative window was very clever. But it stopped right at the surface, giving the audience only a partial scent of Tibet's tumultuous historical experience, missing out on the chance to give the film a few more inches of depth. But of course, it's about our furry friends, which my work-beaten eyes could not complain about.

Singapore Short Film Awards - The Rescuer Hero by Christopher Broe

Ang Moh love story by the HDB long kang (drain) with furry Ang Kong (toy)

A simple flavourful sentence like this can be used to sum up Christopher Broe's short Rescuer Hero. I don't quite get its point but its got its innocent sweet charms. A young man, contorts himself, risking dislocation to retrieve his monkey soft toy... but only to torment it in various ways again, and to rescue it again after that. So you know the cycle. This catches the attention of the blonde girl who appears at the playground. No prizes for guessing that she secretly digs the his lamely heroic ways. 

Sitting through a number of films from the TISCH students often puts me in a ambiguous state between appreciating the American pizzazz in storytelling and production and squirming at the sense of incongruity in character, situation and space. Think savvy robbers in HDB heartland (I made that up). But it is easy to forgive given their circumsta
nces. I think Wong Kar Wai made an absolute mess out of 'Blueberry Nights' but we know 'where he was coming from'. 

All in all, 'Rescuer's Hero' was weak in its point but sweet in its aftertaste, mostly from the man's silliness.