A Film a Week - China See / Kinu jura

 previously published on Asian Movie Pulse

While team sports, and especially fandom around them, tend to be influenced by their “native” culture and to project it further, the individual ones are usually simpler to decode because they exist everywhere in the same shape. Among them, martial arts tend to transcend the cultures most often and most fluidly, serve as a bridge between them and an accelerator of societal pluralism. Remember the karate craze in the West decades ago and closely observe the ongoing hype around kickboxing in Japan, for instance.

At first glance, the cultures of Lithuania and Taiwan could not be more apart, and Poland and Czech Republic don’t seem like proper “bridges” between them, so Jurgis Matulevičius’ “China Sea” seems like a very exotic co-production. But the fact that it came on top of the Critics’ Picks competition programme at Tallinn Black Nights Film Festival surely means something.

Our protagonist Osvald (Marius Repsys) used to be a kickboxing champion who enjoyed most when he fought in the Far East. But after an incident, a bar fight in which he (probably accidentally) hit a woman who happened to be at the place, he got banned from federation and from fighting for life. His therapy and (sincere?) apology don’t help, so he is disgraced, with almost no friends and support. He lives in a room above the titular Taiwanese restaurant owned by his friend Ju-Long (Jag Huang of “Life of Pi” fame) and his family, the only place in the world he feels understood and accepted.

Osvald tries to improve his life any way he can. His old coach lets him clandestinely work with the club’s new prospect Angela, but that would also go south when she loses her first fight and her parents find out what is the reputation of one of the men in her corner. At therapy, he meets Skaiste (Severija Janušauskaite), a trophy girlfriend of a brutal Russian gangster nicknamed Tourist (Vaidotas Martinaitis), and sets on rescuing her. Also, since Ju-Long owes money to the gangsters due to his gambling habit, and Osvald, as a former champion, has some “street credit” with them, he tries to save his only friend by balancing between the parties. In situation like this, the question is not whether his life will come down, but when and with how much bang…

China Sea sports the gloomy aura of an Eastern European psychological drama based in a social realist codes of grey skies, drab buildings, depleted factories in town suburbs and the constant snowing. Even its genre “flavouring” is not particularly Oriental, but its noir elements combine flavours from the Continental Europe, Scandinavia and the post-Soviet countries, with a touch of movies that incorporate the Russian Mafia tropes, such as David Cronenberg’s “Eastern Promises”. All of that makes “China Sea” a quintessentially Lithuanian product, dealing with quintessentially Lithuanian problems of the formally, but not actually, completed transition from the East to the West, and the positioning in the new world of uncertainty when and where will the new Cold War between the West and the Russia heat up to the blazing temperatures.

So, what is the Taiwanese angle to the whole thing? The Taiwanese family (we also have Lu Yi-ching as the mother and Sonia Yuan as the sister) could be comfortably switched for a, for instance, Thai (on the grounds of kickboxing, the national sport there), Vietnamese (present in the Eastern Europe even before the fall of communism), or, simply, Chinese one. However, in the terms of dramaturgy, they are not just clichés, “token Asians”, or even means to secure a co-production, but an integral part of Matulevičius’ vision and Saule Bliuvaite’s (of last year’s Locarno laureate “Toxic” fame) script. The connection between Osvald and Ju-Long seems organic and genuine (also thanks to the actors’ efforts), as they both feel out of their place and out of their life, trapped somewhere where the chances of survival are low and of success even lower, where neither the weather nor the people are nice.

In the end, “China Sea” might not be for everybody’s taste because it demands tuning in to a very specific frequency that does not rely much on genre postulates (it is not a martial arts movie with training sequences, the only one, actually resembling a news story, is seen at the opening and serves to provide the context), but on a singular vision. It is very bleak and offers no chance for redemption, so it cannot be used as a motivational quote or a cautionary tale. But there is something inherently humane in it, something that can pack a punch to the liver and to the plexus, a flying knee landing directly on the chin to knock one down and out. And if we can handle the pain, we also learn to appreciate it, because it makes us stronger and wiser. Ultimately, “China Sea” shares the mission with the Shaolin monks and Samurai warriors. What can be more Asian than that, at least in the movies?

A Film a Week - The Lost Dream Team / Izgubljeni Dream Team

 previously published on Cineuropa

Sports are often the source of national pride and unity: the whole nation tends to come together and stay behind an individual or a national team. But in the former Yugoslavia and the countries that succeeded it, fandom for an individual sportsperson or a national team is raised to the level of mythic adoration. National sports-powered “mythos” sometimes even gets epic proportions in an “alternative history” imagination. Some say that the collapse of Yugoslavia became possible after the unfortunate loss of the football national team against Argentina in the quarter-finals of the 1990 World Cup in Italy. Others harbour a conspiracy theory that the Americans were so frustrated with their college basketball players losing to Yugoslav teams that they forced the International Olympic Committee to change the rules regarding the professionals competing and created their own dream team of the best NBA players.

After a fantastic career in the short format crowned with the 2015 EFA award for Picnic and his fiction-feature debut Mater (2019), Croatian filmmaker Jure Pavlović has decided to try a new format – the feature-length documentary combining sports and the political drama of the Yugoslav basketball national team’s last hurrah at the European Championships in Rome in 1991. The premiere of The Lost Dream Team closed the 72nd edition of the Pula Film Festival. Judging by these events’ place in the collective memory all over the West Balkans, and by the rather universal angle Pavlović takes to accommodate international audiences, the film should have a healthy festival run, a theatrical release in several countries, and a prolonged exposure on television afterwards.

Throughout the 1980s, the Yugoslav men’s basketball national team became a powerhouse at continental and world championships, as well as at the Olympics, with players like Dražen Petrović, Vlade Divac, Toni Kukoč, Dino Rađa, Saša Đorđević, Predrag Danilović amongst others. The match in the finals of the 1992 Olympics in Barcelona never took place because Yugoslavia ceased to exist a year before, and the dissolution was followed by a bloody war. It was in fact during the very week of the European basketball championship in Rome that Slovenia and Croatia seceded from Yugoslavia and the short-lasting war in Slovenia broke out. After winning the championship, the national representatives did not have a country to return to.

Jure Pavlović interviews all the players from the national team as well as their head coach Dušan Duda Ivković and the team manager, but the focal point is Jurij Zdovc, the only Slovenian on the team, who was called by the government of his “new country” to leave the national team (and his comrades and friends) because of the Yugoslav aggression on Slovenia. Zdovc was also the focal point of a newspaper article written by Croatian journalist and novelist Boris Dežulović that actually inspired Pavlović to take a dive into the topic and the memory from his own childhood.

The result is a finely made classical documentary mixing sports and politics, to cathartic effect for the audience that remembers the events, and creating curiosity in younger spectators. Pavlović's approach, combining national television and private archives as well as newly shot interviews with the players and staff members, functions well thanks to the slickness in Dario Hacek’s camerawork, Julij Zornik’s masterful sound design and Ivan Vasić’s editing which turns the talking heads mode into something more artistic. The Lost Dream Team might seem like a simple piece of nostalgia, but it is also a deeply moving piece of cinema.

A Film a Week - ...Ned, tassot, yossot

 previously published on Cineuropa

North Korea is probably the most closed-off country in the world, and the pieces of information (and art, likewise) that do come out of the territory first go through the filter of government censorship aligned with the national propaganda directed by the ruling communist party. The censorship has sometimes been surpassed in very clever ways, with Ugis Olte’s and Morten Traavik’s documentary musical Liberation Day (2016) and Vitaly Mansky’s Under the Sun (2015) being the most prominent examples.

However, before those two documentaries, there was Brigitte Weich’s Hana, dul, sed… (2009), her documentary about the four selected players from North Korea’s women’s football national team that won the Asian Cup two consecutive times and qualified for the World Cup. Its sequel ...ned, tassot, yossot... (both titles are actually a sequence of numbers in the Korean language) premiered last spring at Diagonale, before departing on a festival tour with stops at IDFA and Jeonju. It also competed in the Documentary Competition of the recently finished Sarajevo Film Festival.

Weich's new film follows the same four women, now ex-footballers that hold new positions in the North Korean women’s football landscape, either as coaches, national association executives or referees. The pretext for the new film was the screening of the previous one at the cinema at Taedong Gate for a select audience, but the filmmaker uses it to check on her protagonists from the film 5 years ago and to see how they are doing now. The answers are expected, all of them have married since, some of them have children… In the meantime, a fiction TV show was also made about the historical success of this generation of women footballers, and it was directed by Cha Suk, the only female director in the country, so she also becomes a protagonist in Weich's film.

As the film progresses, the subjects become more open about their lives and opinions, and so do the settings. At first, we see them at meetings at official buildings, supposedly closely monitored by government officials, but later on the locales seem more private and natural, and so do the conversations between the protagonists and the filmmaker. In the background of this group portrait, we also see the landscape of North Korea as it really is, with infrequent traffic on the streets, grandiose buildings, monuments and slogans coming from the quotes of the late leaders Kim Il-sung and Kim Jong-il on everything, from ideology to art. We can also see some more intimate details, such as the rituals imposed on children since the nursery age, the state of football fields and details about the nourishment of professional athletes.

Apart from inserting the younger of the leaders’ quotes into the film's fabric and translating every slogan on the street that get printed on the screen in handsomely designed titles, Weich also introduces her own commentary, juxtaposing the mix of interview portraits and observations regarding the landscape with the quick interludes of group art activities, such as playing instruments (accordions, cymbals) or ballet dancing to the sound of drums. Equipped with Barbara Seidler’s and Monika Willi’s rock-solid editing, those intermezzos highlight one of the points of the film: that it is all a directed-from-above, group effort in a heavily ideologised society, but there is still a narrow space for individual ambitions and acts.