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A character study of a teenage Latina from Red Hook with a passion for boxing, Girlfight succeeds because of the collaboration between Kusama and Michelle Rodriguez, the magnificent novice actor who answered an open audition notice in Back Stage and won the role of a lifetime. Girlfight begins with a shot of Rodriguez staring down the camera, looking like a dead ringer for the young Marlon Brandosame mocking twist to the mouth, same appraising eyes that narrow from the bottom rather than the top, same defiant stance, and, most astonishing, the same power to make time and space her own, to mold them with the intensity of her presence.
In real life, Rodriguez is more outgoing and much less burly than she appears on the screen, but the Brando resemblance is just as striking. She grew up in Jersey City, where she still lives with her mother, dropped out of school in the ninth grade, got her GED, and educated herself in the library. She describes herself as antiauthority and it's evident that she knows her own mind and likes to express it. Prior to Girlfight, she did extra work in a bunch of films and studied acting for a month. Although she's always been a tomboy, she never boxed before trying out for the film.
"Karyn didn't pick me one, two, three. I read a couple of times, then they stuck me in the gym, and after a week they said I was ready to spar. Karyn saw the animalistic side of me come out in the ring. I trained for four and a half months. Now they want me to go pro, but I'm not into competition and I don't like all the egos flying around. I think the film puts out a pretty good message, though, that you can flip it over and still keep your femininity. People say that stereotypes aren't out there anymore, but they are. When I was boxing, I kept thinking that guys were going to take me for a butch."
Two days after Sundance, Rodriguez is in the New York office of Girlfight producers Sarah Green and Maggie Renzi, sorting though stacks of messages from agents, lawyers, and the entertainment press. "I got a taste of middle-class Hollywood at Sundance. Now I'm being offered these girls in the military parts, but I don't want to send that messageyou go in the army, you get brainwashed, you die. I think I could pull off a reversal from Girlfight. I'm a chameleon. I like to fit in." Acquired by Screen Gems after a minor bidding war (in the absence of the ailing Harvey Weinstein, the business of buying and selling films continued apace, but without the flamboyance of past years), Girlfightis scheduled for a late-summer opening.
Girlfight wasn't the only women-in-sports movie at Sundance 2000. Gina Prince-Bythewood's Love and Basketball, which played out of competition, is a more mainstream but no less captivating film about a female athlete who breaks down barriers, not only in the gym but on the romance front as well. In both films, the heroine falls in love with the guy with whom she's most competitive. But while heterosexual competition is a turn-on for the woman, it's a problem for the man. Hence the plot: Girl gets boy; girl loses boy to a more traditionally femme rival; girl goes one-on-one with boy and wins everythingthe match and his heart.
If Girlfight coincides with the inauguration of gender-blind amateur boxing, Love and Basketball, which spans 15 years from 1981 to 1996, achieves its happy ending thanks to the founding of the WNBA. But both films are also metaphors for the struggle of their directors to achieve parity in an outrageously male-dominated industry. In past years, less than 15 percent of the films at Sundance were directed by women. This year, the women's share rose to nearly 40 percent. Whether this is a trend or a fluke is yet to be determined.
Prince-Bythewood, a high school jock who turned to filmmaking at UCLA, developed Love and Basketball in the Sundance labs. After searching unsuccessfully for a female hoopster who could be emotionally convincing on the screen, she cast actress Sanaa Lathan in the lead role of an upper-middle-class African American who, all her life, has dreamed of being the first woman in the NBA. Having trained for nearly a year, Lathan is even more convincing on the court than her love interest in the film, Omar Epps, who had real-life playground basketball experience to draw on. New Line, which financed the film, plans to release it in April. But before that, Prince-Bythewood has to make a painful decision. The MPAA, which gave ample evidence this past summer of its sexual double standard, is threatening to give Love and Basketball an R rating unless most of the crucial scene in which the Lathan and Epps characters make love for the first time is cut. The scenewhich is tender and not at all graphic, but unusual in that it focuses on Lathan's reactionsis crucial to the love story. But if the film gets an R, young teenage girlsthe viewers for whom Prince-Bythewood provides a role modelwill not be able to see it. It's a dilemma that a Sundance success can't resolve.
Among the highlights of a strong World Cinema section were Claire Denis's great Beau Travail (opening in March), in which the body is depicted even more sensuously than it is in Girlfight, and Laurent Cantet's Human Resources, an extremely intelligent and wrenching film about a labor dispute that unexpectedly pits a son against his father. (It's been selected for MOMA's New Directors series.) Hidden away in the Native Forum was Terrance Odette's Heater, a Beckett-like tour de force about two homeless men (acting giant Gary Farmer plays the more grounded of the pair) wandering around frozen Winnipeg trying to sell an awkwardly boxed space heater for the price of a room for the night.
The economic gap between on-screen haves and have-nots was as conspicuous as in the real world. Three of the most fascinating films were set in the greedy world of megamergers and stock shenanigans. Michael Almereyda's inventive Y2K Hamlet is a visually stunning portrait of the new New York. Although I wish he had cut the text by half, it was still the most risky English-language film at the festival. Mary Harron's smart and scary Swiftian satire American Psycho is a huge leap up from the bland I Shot Andy Warhol. And Ben Younger's Boiler Room (opening next week) provided the ritual Sundance testosterone jolt.
Despite the dozens of dotcom companies filling storefronts along Main Street (iFilm set up shop in a corner of the venerated Sundance landmark Dolly's Bookstore), and the many displays of digital technology, there were fewer digitally produced features than expected (after this year, the deluge). Miguel Ortega's haunting Chuck and Buck uses the digital camera more expressively than any film to date (and that includes The Celebration). A disturbing evocation of a symbiotic relationship, Chuck and Buck was unfairly overlooked by the jury but landed a distribution deal with Artisan, which has a penchant for quirky pictures.
"The docs are great" is a familiar Sundance refrain that this year proved true. In addition to Long Night's Journey Into Day, Frances Reid and Deborah Hoffman's film about post-apartheid South Africa, which won the documentary grand prize and opens next month at Film Forum, Josh Aronson's Sound and Fury, which is almost as much about children's rights as it is about deafness in the age of cochlear-implant technology, and Marc Singer's Dark Days, a portrait of homeless people living in abandoned train tunnels below Manhattan, provoked passionate audience responses. Singer, who'd never picked up a movie camera before he decided to film the tunnel people, took the advice of a friend and shot the entire film in 16mm black and white, employing his equally inexperienced subjects as his crew. The result is a gorgeous film that's also a rigorous piece of urban ethnography. The behind-the-scenes story made Dark Days a sentimental favorite, but it fully deserved the three prizes it took home.
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