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Gitai, a filmmaker more highly regarded in the cafés of Paris than those of Dizengoff Square, is no stranger to outlandish intellectualizing. Kippur opens with shots of empty Tel Aviv streets and a young couple apparently celebrating the Day of Atonement by making love while finger-painting each other's bodies. The sound of a solo saxophone provides a jazzy shofar to complete the ritual flavor. A ridiculous bid to short-circuit the movie before it even starts, this sequence is clumsy but not entirely ahistorical. If nothing else, Gitai's five-minute "happening" does serve to remind that, thanks in part to the follow-up OPEC oil embargo, the Yom Kippur War marked not only the end of Israeli "invulnerability" but also the end of the '60s. War intrudes as a most unwelcome reality principle.
Gitai's alter ego, Weinraub (Liron Levo), quickly established as a reader of Herbert Marcuse as well as a practitioner of allegorical art sex, drives his battered Fiat north to join his unit at the front, along with his gung-ho buddy Ruso (Tomer Ruso; most of the actors play characters named for themselves). Given Israel's parameters, it's not a long trip, although the men do have to work their way through a snarled Weekend-like traffic jam to emerge into full-fledged military disordermuch aimless firing and running around amid reports of a Syrian advance. After giving a lift to the stranded medic Klauzner (Uri Ran Klauzner), Weinraub and Ruso wind up in an aerial rescue unitflying a helicopter to the Golan Heights and behind enemy lines to gather up casualties and bring them back.
Book of Shadows: Blair Witch 2
Directed by Joe Berlinger
Written by Berlinger and Dick Beebe
An Artisan release
Germany 2000: New Films
Museum of Modern Art
November 2 through 19
Closely based on Gitai's own combat experience during the Yom Kippur War and filmed with the utmost attention to detail, this mission is the movieas well as the most radical narrative filmmaking of Gitai's career. Framing the action at some distance, he orchestrates lengthy shots of choppers landing at the front or the medics scrambling, under bombardment, amid the tanks. Nothing is directly explained. The unit's activities seem at once purposeful and randomone more contribution to an unfathomable form of organized chaos.
Order and orders are barely present, although the constant shouting underscores the continuous backbeat of mortar fire. As these long choreographed takes are deliberately uninflected, Kippur, which covers a period of several days, blends horror and tedium to achieve an abstract, modernist quality. In the most blatant example of existential anxiety, the men struggle and stumble in the mud, while attempting to carry a single casualty back to their helicopter. (When they fall facedown in the muck, dropping the wounded soldier in the process, the parallel to the painting sequence is abundantly evident.) One guy cracks up. In the end, it's not even clear if the casualty is alive or dead.
Gitai's strategy encourages the viewer to ponder the logistics of waras well as those of filming war. Are the underpopulated battlefields a function of Kippur's frugal budget (or do they reflect the overinflated budgets of more conventional combat movies)? The field hospital is even more oddly uncrowdedit's busy but not half as crazed as the precommercial rush on the average episode of E.R. Here, the traumatized wounded chat about their injuries with a single overworked doctor. Kippur is always coming up against its own limitations. The ensemble acting sometimes falters, and due to Gitai's camera placement, it can be difficult to distinguish between the various charactersalthough Klauzner establishes an indelible identity in a brief moment of downtime when he discusses his childhood in Europe during World War II.
As suggested by the complete absence of a visual enemy, Gitai is attempting to make a new sort of war film. In his interviews he has referred to the influence of the erstwhile World War II dogface Sam Fuller, who shot his quasi-autobiographical infantry epic, The Big Red One, in Israel in 1979. Fuller is the greatest proponent of the antiwar war film, once answering a questionnaire on the subject with the observation that "you can't show war as it really is on the screen, with all the blood and gore. Perhaps it would be better if you could fire real shots over the audience's head every night, you know, and have actual casualties in the theater."
Perhaps it would be best to have war movies made only by those who have been baptized under fire. In the Fuller spirit, Kippur is at once shockingly vivid and overwhelmingly antiheroic. Whether flying over a muddy tank-track-ridden battlefield or driving through the depopulated countryside, Gitai deploys chunks of real timethen disrupts them with some unexpected assault on human body tissue. In some respects, Kippur is a structural film. It ends as it startsleaving the viewer to decide whether war is an aberration or all in a day's work.
Book of Shadows, documentary filmmaker Joe Berlinger's sequel to The Blair Witch Project, announces itself as a "fictionalized reenactment" of something that actually happened after the movie The Blair Witch Project opened. By this, Book of Shadows means to reflect on its precursor's phenomenal success. The hype continues. Book of Shadows, which is set in the summer of 1999, features actual TV news items about Blair Witch along with some broadly staged satire of tourists and crazies descending on the Maryland backwater where the movie was supposedly set.
The basic premise, not too dissimilar from the self-parodic Scream and its sequels, sends a group of cute kidsincluding a Goth psychic, a Wiccan hottie, and an unhappy couple who are collaborating on a book with a title like Blair Witch: Modern Myth or Collective Delusion?on a magical mystery tour organized by the enterprising Jeff, a graduate of the local mental hospital. Their first night in the woods starts like a dorm-room bull session. Berlinger misses an opportunity here in not making this a discussion of possible sequels to the movie with which these happy campers are obsessed. Still, he shows a flair for drama by contriving to have this first bunch run into a rival tour group. It's a good joke that, unfortunately, turns out to be the movie's last. Suffice to say that something weird happens that night and the gang winds up at Jeff's isolated, bunkerlike souvenir emporium-cum-mixing studio.
Where the original Blair Witch was based totally on the power of suggestion, Book of Shadows is filled with all manner of tawdry tricksdreams, hallucinations, flashbacks, flash-forwards, bloody inserts, raucous Satan rock, and inane run-ins with hysterical locals, most appallingly the local sheriff who seems to believe that he's Slim Pickens back from the grave. Blair Witch was conceptually rigorous; Book of Shadows is elaborately self-referential. The kids are trapped chez Jeff and so are wealthough the creepiest echo in this hall of mirrors is that of Berlinger and Bruce Sinofsky's 1996 Paradise Lost, a two-and-a-half-hour documentary about the murder of three Arkansas boys allegedly by a teenage trio of devil-worshipers.
Blair Witch's Dogme-like camerawork assaulted the eyes; Book of Shadows attacks the ears. The only thing in this noisy bore that's more clamorous than the various poltergeist visitations is the self-reflexive quipsmainly the characters screaming at each other that nothing makes any sense.
This year's edition of MOMA's annual survey of new German films marks the 10th anniversary of reunification and is typically immersed in 20th-century history. Joseph Vilsmaier's lavish Marlene Dietrich biopic finds its mate in Werner Schroeter's more economical documentary on Nazi-era movie star Marian Hoppe; Peter Schamoni's analysis of Kaiser Wilhelm's media celebrity is paralleled by Gordon Maugg's ingeniously staged actuality, Hans WarnsMy Twentieth Century.
The Legend of Rita, in which a West German terrorist goes underground in the East, is a compelling political melodrama and Volker Schlöndorff's best film in years; it's complemented by a screening of the 1985 Stanheim, Reinhard Hauff's gripping and scrupulous account of the Baader-Meinhof gang. Pondering the contemporary landscape, After the Fall is a disappointing portrait of the absent Berlin Wall, but Nightfall, Fred Kelemen's fado-scored exercise in long-take cine-miserablism, set in Germany's far east, is his strongest film yet.
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