indicates strongly recommended film.
HOW TO DIE IN OREGON — (U.S., 108 min.) At a SXSW screening, sobs erupted throughout the theater and at least three people left within the first five minutes of this unflinching documentary about assisted suicide. That said, you absolutely should see it. Oregon is one of the few places in the U.S. where a doctor can prescribe medications to terminally ill patients, who, ultimately may choose to take them to end their lives. The film follows several characters, as they weigh the difficult decision of committing suicide—and the factors that go into that choice. As painful as the footage is, director Peter Richardson is never ghoulish. Instead, he perfectly navigates the ethical line in respecting his subjects. Nor is Richardson, while clearly having a point of view on the matter, politically heavy-handed, even when exploring the passionate religious arguments about the issue. This is the toughest, but most necessary 108 minutes of film you may ever see. —LS
MY PLAYGROUND — (Denmark, 50 min.) A Danish parkour group called Team JiYo leaps, dangles and tumbles its way down the sloping face of a mountain-like apartment complex. Director Kaspar Astrup Schröder shows how Team JiYo reimagines urban architecture as it relates to their physical abilities in order to traverse it through parkour, a movement art form combining gymnastics, extreme sports and architectural theory. The cinematography conveys this new way of looking at urban spaces as the traceurs collaborate with architects to design a parkour park. If this film doesn't send you leaping up the side of a downtown Durham parking deck, you will at least physically relate to the deck differently. —CV
WINDFALL — (U.S., 83 min.) This eye-opening and perhaps controversial film look at the promises of wind power. This film offers no encouraging news about this resource, which is doubly unfortunate now that the nuclear genie is on everyone's mind after the Japan earthquake and tsunami. A pastoral community in upstate New York is roiled when an energy company begins making offers to landowners to host wind turbines. Initial good feelings turn neighbors against each other as the realities of the turbines sink in: they're huge, they're noisy, they block out the sun. And furthermore, they're not cost-effective—except for enhancing the energy companies' bottom lines. Anyone who's been involved in a community debate involving public resources and private land will be riveted, as will those interested in alternative energy sources. Filmmaker Laura Israel brings expert technique and editing to her sobering presentation, and she makes the most of the rustic Catskills landscapes. —DF
POSITION AMONG THE STARS — (Netherlands, 111 min.) This engrossing family drama concerns three generations of the Sjamsuddins, a small Catholic family living in the slums of predominantly Muslim Jakarta. Amid the economic, environmental and political stresses of modern Indonesia, the Sjamsuddins struggle to provide opportunity for their granddaughter Tari—who, like teenagers everywhere, seems mostly interested in the consumer trappings of her social clique. The globalized pressures of hectic city life are contrasted by visits to the quiet village of the grandmother Rumidjch's youth. By turns funny, appalling and stirring, this lush cinematic experience arcs a profound narrative regarding the universal human condition. —DV
GUILTY PLEASURES — (UK, 86 min.) Do you believe in love? Or, to put it another way, do you read romance novels? Director Julie Moggan paints hilarious and touching portraits of a Harlequin author, a cover model and three readers. Roger paces us through his process for penning over 50 hot page-turners. Stephen's chiseled bod—"I'm a cowboy a lot, or shirtless with a sword"—has graced hundreds of covers. In India, Shumita hopes her lapsed marriage can be more like the novels she devours. Shirley and her hubby take cues from the paperbacks to bring romance into everyday life. And in Tokyo, the stories lead Hiroko and her devoted husband into competitive ballroom dancing. All five are looking for what every Harlequin delivers: a happy ending. —CV
WE STILL LIVE HERE (ÂS NUTAYUNEÂN) — (U.S., 56 min.) The latest by acclaimed director Anne Makepeace should rate high with anyone interested in the interplay of language and culture, and more particularly in stories of cultural dominance, diminution and revival. The Wampanoag were the first peoples who met the English Pilgrims, and the last native speaker of Wampanoag died long ago. But the language survived in written form and is being recovered, thanks to the visions and energy of Jessie Littledoe Baird. Thrilling, inspiring and beautifully made (and very well funded), with particularly imaginative use of historical documents, this film sings with hope and joy. —KDA
IL CAPO — (Italy, 15 min.) A small masterpiece. The less you know about it before seeing, the better. Il Capo's jaw-dropping visual power and tantalizing use of conceptual metaphor are best savored by clean palates. The only thing you need to know on the outset is that the title means "the boss." See it first and look up the mundane details later. —DV
BUCK— (U.S., 88 min.) This biopic about Buck Brannaman, a former child trick roper turned horse trainer who served as an advisor and inspiration for Robert Redford's film The Horse Whisperer, won an audience award at Sundance this year. Buck leads a vagabond existence, traveling the road nine months per year and occasionally joined by his wife and two daughters, teaching an empathic discipline of horse starting. We discover this gentle cowboy's method is the ironic antithesis of his abusive childhood and can translate beyond the horse pen into everyday life. —NM
THE GROVE — (U.S., 62 min.) Beautifully communicating the tremendous losses of the early AIDS epidemic and attempts to honor those experiences, The Grove tells the story of the National AIDS Memorial in San Francisco's Golden Gate State Park. The Grove memorial, founded by the loved ones of AIDS victims, has over the years become of great cathartic importance, helping survivors channel their heartache productively into maintaining the space. It has also become the great interest of entrepreneurial politician types who have taken hold of the advisory board and desire to assert their own vision for the Grove's purpose. The film's power is in contrasting the very personal connections of those who would tribute loved ones against those who seek to memorialize the disease and raise the space's profile. It's a heartrending work that provokes questions about the narrative of history and the intentions of memorial sites. —AM
A MATTER OF TASTE: SERVING UP PAUL LIEBRANDT — (U.S., 68 min.) The youngest chef to be awarded three stars by The New York Times, Paul Liebrandt was just 24 when he was deemed the Next Big Thing in the food world. But as Liebrandt learns, being at the top means there's only one way to go—down. One day he is crafting the culinary equivalent of designing the Eiffel Tower (his methods are so obsessive that he uses a ruler to measure the width of sliced squash), and the next day he's stuck in the restaurant version of hanging drywall—flipping burgers. After disagreements with various restaurant owners, he burns through a series of jobs as he tries to regain his glory. Along the way, he matures not only as a chef—his food becomes more approachable—but as a man. Liebrandt, while fussy, is charming. By the end, you're eating out of his hand. —LS
DRAGONSLAYER — (U.S., 74 min.) With its innovative, rapid-fire, in-your-face delivery, it's possible to miss the sociological significance this documentary reaches for. Chronicling the (mis)adventures of semiprofessional skateboarder Josh "Screech" Sandoval, Dragonslayer punches forward without filler. Dirty, broke and often homeless and high, Sandoval ranges through recession-era suburbia draining swimming pools as a sort of latter-day dharma bum-cum-skater. In contrast to his aggressive, gnarly and sometimes downright ugly skating style, Sandoval's personality off-board engages as shy, complex, guarded and perhaps even tender. Similar to the best of Gus Van Sant, this experimental portrait of youth and subculture is easy to appreciate—and to realize its sum is greater than its kinetic edits. —DV
ANGST — (Portugal, 53 min.) This journey begins at a dinner party in lethargic Portugal, Europe's oldest, sleepiest nation. Using Thoreau's Walden to illuminate the proceedings, filmmaker Graa Castanheira probes the underworld for civilization's petroleum lifeblood, examines the visual modes of modern industry and races through centuries of folly and Malthusian dread before posing her questions to the SETI scientists searching for signals from extraterrestrial life. Thoreau wrote that we have "settled down on earth and forgotten heaven," a warning that Castanheira mulls to astonishing effect. Shuffling unanticipated images of immense beauty against pressing existential query, Angst might be the most quietly grandiose film at this year's festival. —DV
THE BENGALI DETECTIVE — (UK, India, U.S., 90 min.) Combining compelling qualities of mystery fiction and Bollywood films, this slowly paced film follows one of the private eyes who tries to bridge the gap between India's crime and what its police can do. The Always Investigating and Security Concern, headed by Rajesh, takes on everything from domestic problems to counterfeiting to murder, with sympathetic cleverness worthy of Sam Spade. We follow three investigations, intercut with Rajesh's increasingly sad home life and leavened with the detectives' periodic outbursts of dancing. This doc is big-budget and equally big-hearted. —KDA
PAGE ONE: A YEAR INSIDE THE NEW YORK TIMES — (U.S., 88 min) In this fascinating look inside the country's largest and most venerated newspaper, the Times' media editor always seems to have a bottle of Excedrin by his keyboard. It's no wonder: The Times' media writers are watching online media threaten their livelihoods like scientists plotting the course of an asteroid as it nears the Earth. But as the film brilliantly illustrates, while the blogosphere and online outlets can scratch the itch of instant information, a truly informed citizenry still needs stories that are driven by thoughtful shoe-leather reporting. (And that doesn't come cheaply—thus the Times' website has gone partially behind a paywall.) One of the main characters is the irascible Times media writer David Carr, a former alt-weekly editor and ex-crack addict whose brashness is refreshing. He is fearless in interviewing his sources and equally intrepid as he calmly, yet stealthily dresses down a pompous asshole from Vice magazine. What makes Carr so winning is that he embodies most journalists—and I'm speaking personally here as well: It's like the priesthood. We do this because it is our calling. The film neither bashes the blogosphere nor glorifies the traditional media, but rather, illuminates us about the multitude of ethical decisions that confront—or should confront— journalists every day: What is news? What do we know? How do we know it? What is true and fair? —LS
MINKA — (Japan/U.S., 16 min.) Inspired by AP correspondent John Roderick's memoir, Minka: My Farmhouse in Japan, this is a look into the home Roderick built and the life he shared with his adopted son, architect Yoshihiro Takishita. The minka, an 18th-century farmhouse, is showcased with quiet reverence. The filmmakers highlight its current design while taking care to detail its initial construction. Throughout, Takishita tells the story of the minka, providing a soundtrack of reminisces that illuminate the life lived there. Significantly, this film's greatest triumph is in revealing the great depth of feeling between two people, while keeping a respectful distance. It is startlingly intimate, even in its brevity. —AM
THE BLACK POWER MIXTAPE 1967–1975 — (Sweden/U.S., 92 min.) Pieced together from archival footage, this film delves into the Black Power movement through the lens of Swedish filmmakers of the time. Their perspective as outsiders affords them a surprising amount of access: They document press junkets, take us inside Black Panther headquarters and conduct one-on-one interviews from prison. Told in nine parts, this film parses each year to examine the evolution of the movement with footage of icons of that time (Angela Davis, Stokely Carmichael, Martin Luther King) and commentary by figures from our own (rapper Talib Kweli, poet Sonia Sanchez, professor Robin Kelley). The result is an extraordinary, powerful look into the past that, thanks to its origins, sidesteps many of the inflammatory or propagandist underpinnings that have colored our own version of that revolutionary time. —AM
THE INTERRUPTERS — (U.S., 144 min.) Steve James (Hoop Dreams) spent a year with Chicago's CeaseFire, an organization with a radical approach to curbing the city's murder rate: stop it as it happens. CeaseFire's founder, an epidemiologist, considers violence a transmittable disease. James followed interrupters Ameena, Cobe and Eddie as they put that theory into direct action on the streets, using their own experiences as former gang-bangers to stop the transmission of violence from situation to situation, sometimes literally getting in the middle of street fights. James' camera is in the middle of the interrupters' rough mix of conversation, compassion and credibility. —CV
SCENES OF A CRIME — (U.S., 86 min.) Of all the social and legal ills that contribute to wrongful convictions in the United States, false confession is one of the most common and the least understood. What does it take to compel an innocent person to assume blame for a crime he didn't commit? Not much, it turns out, if an interrogator knows what he's doing—just ask Adrian Thomas, who is serving a life sentence in New York for the murder of his 4-year-old son. This shocking film, which uses footage from Thomas's 10-hour interrogation to highlight problems in standard police interview techniques, should be required for anyone sitting on a jury. —BD
A GOOD MAN — (U.S., 85 min.) An unusually intelligent, thoughtful and well-constructed examination of an artist and his work, this film succeeds in illuminating both. It follows Bill T. Jones, one of contemporary dance's great thinkers, as well as one of its great makers, as he, his company, his collaborating composer and musicians undertake together the arduous process of creating the complex dance-theater piece, Fondly Do We Hope, Fervently Do We Pray. The film is as crammed with ideas and information as the artwork, but it deals evenhandedly with both concept and craft, and will be revelatory to many with regard to what it takes to bring an huge stage work to life. —KDA
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Your comment on Joyce McKinney is libelous and defamatory. She was never even charged with kidnapping and raping a Mormon-- this was a PRESS HOAX which Mormon PR men and other Mormons gave to the media to discredit her because she spoke out against Mormonism. Her TRUE story is about a religious moral young woman who ran for MISS USA, who was engaged to marry a man who vanished. She found him under the clutches of the Mormon cult which is the largest cult in the world. [See the film THE GODMAKERS and hundreds of books written about Mormonism and its brainwashing tactics]. Miss McKinney's TRUE story is a love story and about a CULT RESCUE. You slander her and subject yourselves to a lawsuit by saying she was a bondage queen as that is simply not true but was a concoction by a tabloid newspaper who bribed her dog walker and his drug addicted ex con girlfriend to break into her home to steal photos which were later altered to make her appear as a nude model and a tramp. Morris repeated this libelous material without checking it out. He is no better than the tabloids himself! In reality, she was a virgin when she met her fiance, an innocent girl who doesn't smoke or drink. Errol Morris is being sued for fifty million dollars and the police are looking into Grand Theft charges on sleazy Mark Lipson and others associated with him who stole pictures out of her luggage while pretending to interview her for Showtime for a TV series on Paparazzi and how it disrupts privacy of people. They even gave her a fake "Showtime" contract. In truth, they were plotting with Mormons and the tabloid (who had bribed the crooks to rob her of pictures in 1978) to do a Pornographic Movie slandering her. Lipson was directly involved in the brutal murder of her service dog. He paid a man $2,000 to help get the dog savagely murdered-- after warning Joyce, who is physically handicapped and partially blind, that her service dog would be killed if she didn't sign a paper to absolve him of the September 2009 theft of her pictures while Morris was interviewing her for the non-existent Showtime TV series. He also trespassed where she was staying and physically assaulted her. Her mother is also in a coma after a suicide attempt caused by the filth in this movie and seeing her innocent daughter so maliciously slandered. Joyce is an innocent victim here and she and her family are devastated by this Hollywood filth which does NOT tell the TRUE Joyce McKinney story! Errol Morris deserves the slander suit he is getting, and Lipson and his thieving cronies deserve to go to JAIL. They are very sick, perverted people out for the all mighty dollar rather than TRUTH.