VENICE – Noir doesn’t get any darker than in Werner Schroeter’s film version of Uruguayan novelist Juan Carlos Onetti’s “Nuit de chien” (Tonight), a grim tale set in a state-controlled South American city torn apart by competing military factions.
The film is unrelenting in its depiction of cruelty and torture meted out by an unleashed secret police force and the corruption and indifference that terror breeds in people. Bereft of optimism, its portrait of nihilism let loose is frightening and dismaying but it’s a taut and gripping picture and should have a profitable future.
Pascal Gregory is all Bogie as grizzled, seen-everything Ossorio, a doctor who has returned to the war-torn city to find Clara, the woman he loved and left. He also needs to find two tickets that will get them on the only boat out of town before the head of the secret police, a rival strongman, a partisan outlaw and the armed forces combine to blow the place to pieces.
Ossorio’s nightlong trail leads him to a nightclub called the First and Last, full of fading luxury and decadence, and encounters with vicious secret police chief Morasan (Bruno Todeschini), treacherous rival Commander Martins (Jean-Francois Steverin) and the trapped outlaw Barcala (Sami Frey). Once a friend of Ossario’s, Barcala is holed up in a booby-trapped villa wearing a belt of hand grenades and bearing a machine gun.
Ossario knows all the key players and they know Clara but he has a hard job to find her even though he trades information and people as callously as those who emerge from the political twilight to do business with the secret service. His quest seems futile until a contact at the nightclub leads him to his outlaw friend’s young daughter Victoria (Laura Martin) and he is faced with the dilemma of trying to save her or trading her to the sadist Morasan.
The acting is entirely persuasive with Gregory terrific as the disillusioned but determined doctor and Todeschini is a convincing villain. Director Schroeter makes the city a place of constant dread while cinematographer Thomas Plenert creates vivid images that please the eye as they sear the mind.
Venice Film Festival, In Competition; Cast: Pascal Gregory, Bruno Todeschini, Amira Casar, Eric Caravaca, Marc Barbe, Jean-Francois Stevenin, Sami Frey, Elsa Zylberstein; Director, screenwriter: Werner Schroeter; Screenwriter: Gilles Taurand, based on the novel by Juan Carlos Onetti; Director of photography: Thomas Plenert. Production designer: Alberte Barsacq. Music: Eberhard Kloke. Costume designer: Isabel Branco. Editors: Julia Gregory, Bilbo Calvez, Peter Przygodda; Producers: Paulo Branco, Frieder Schlaich. Executive producer: Eileen Tasca; Production: Alfama Films, Filmgalerie 451; Sales: Alfama Films; Not rated; running time, 120 minutes.
This review appeared in The Hollywood Reporter.
VENICE FILM REVIEW: Coen Bros’ ‘Burn After Reading’
By Ray Bennett
VENICE – When Randy Newman was writing the score for the Mel Gibson western “Maverick,” director Richard Donner asked him if he could write some funny music. “Funny music? What’s funny music?” asked Newman. “I could stick a trumpet up my ass and blow it that way, if you think that’s funny.”
It’s too bad Carter Burwell didn’t say that to the Coen Bros. as his frantic and overbearing score to their lazy new movie “Burn After Reading” shows every sign of trying desperately to be funny.
It’s one more disappointment in an unfunny blackmail caper that involves assorted Washington nitwits. The Coens show that even accomplished performers such as George Clooney and Frances McDormand (pictured), John Malkovich, Brad Pitt and Richard Jenkins can be made to look like over-acting amateurs when filmmakers are too self-satisfied and smug to care.
Some critics have have given the film which debuted in Venice and will now play at the Toronto International Film Festival, a bye as it’s the Coen Bros. But anyone who rates “Raising Arizona” as one of the best film comedies of the last 50 years, as I do, or has fondness for “The Big Lebowski” or even “The Hudsucker Proxy,” as I do, will wonder if the Oscar hasn’t gone to their heads. This film looks as if it was written in haste and filmed with utter disdain for the pair’s many loyal fans.
Venue: Venice International Film Festival; Cast: George Clooney, Frances McDormand, Brad Pitt, John Malkovich, Tilda Swinton, Richard Jenkins, Elizabeth Marvel, J.K. Simmons; Writers, directors, editors, producers: Ethan and Joel Coen; Director of photography: Emmanuel Lubezki; Production designer: Jess Gonchor; Music: Carter Burwell; Costume designer: Mary Gophers; Executive producers: Tim Bevan, David Diliberto, Eric Fellner, Robert Graf; Production: Focus Features presents, in association with StudioCanal, Relativity Media, Working Tirle, Mike Zoss Productions; Running time, 96 minutes.