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If Milestone isn't quite the runaway winner of stateside art-film/retro theatrical and video distribution (Kino, First Run, Wellspring, and Facets vie for the top shelf on a quarterly basis), it's not for lack of kudosa New York Film Critics Circle citation and National Society of Film Critics nod, and now a week at the Walter Reade showcasing its most recent acquisitions. It couldn't have happened to a nicer or smaller family-run outfit; over the years, Dennis Doros and Amy Heller have put their faith in Mikhail Kalatozov, Lotte Reiniger, Hirokazu Kore-eda, Marion Davies, and Manoel de Oliviera when no one else would.
As it is, their most prescient release might be Winter Soldier, a rarely glimpsed document, shot and assembled by an anonymous filmmaking collective, of the 1971 "Winter Soldier Investigation." A month after the news of My Lai shook Americans rigid, over 100 returned vets testified in a Detroit Howard Johnson conference room that My Lai was no aberration, but a paradigm of U.S. activity in Vietnam. The resulting first-person-witness assault demonstrates, in the fashion of Shoah, that being told can be more lacerating than being shown; we experience not only the atrocities but the shock waves felt by the witnesses and the emotional venom that still necrotized their lives. Not that the sympathies lie only with the terrifyingly calm and earnest speakers; every story is a story about farmers butchered as a kind of sickened imperial bloodsport, and the bootprint the movie leaves might be the deepest of any 'Nam doc.
It's difficult to stomach "Proud Vietnam Vet" bumper stickers after Winter Soldier, or even endure American cinema's self-pitying bankload of fiction movies about the war. (No less unchewable is the subsequent career of John Kerry, a peripheral presence in the movie, in light of his role in the hearings.) Of course, no news outlet would cover the event, and no distributor or broadcaster would touch the film record. Whoever saw it in 1972 saw it at the Whitney; after that, only WNET threw it on once unannounced as a replacement program. Otherwise, the 15 filmmakersincluding Barbara Kopple and David Grubinhave had to host private screenings themselves. So, what was intended to be a public turning point in our knowledge of the war's true nature was effectively run undergroundwhich makes the film imperative viewing in 2005 (if not, unfortunately, in 2002). The afterlife of the Vietnam home front experience indicates that we saw it all in our living rooms, or in Hearts and Mindsbut, no, we didn't. A Winter Soldier screening should be a voter registration requirement.
Milestone's marathon date with film history continues in Electric Edwardians, a collection of actualités shot between 1900 and 1913 by traveling cine-ethnographers Sagar Mitchell and James Kenyon. The pair of pioneers simply toured England and photographed public lifeparades, fairs, school processions, factory workers going homeuniquely capturing the Edwardian quotidian in amber. Twenty-eight hours of their negatives have been recently discovered and cataloged by the National Fairground Archive, but this selection is as succinct, sweet, and rueful as an elderly dream. It's invaluable as archaeologyno other visual record of the era in Great Britain is nearly as richand as viewing it's primeval cinema, a fragile window on an extinct universe.
E.A. Dupont's Piccadilly (1929), the celebrated nightclub melodrama starring the electric vamping of Anna May Wong, comes out for an encore, but Marcel Oph The Troubles We've Seen (1994) will be a fresher draft for most of us. At nearly four hours, it is the mega-doc master's most relaxed and ruminative film, shot on video and so hilariously un-shy about placing Oph cosmopolitan presence at center frame that the movie begins to seem somewhat McElwee-ish. Except that here, the film is actively hunting for answers, not artfully constructed around them. Subtitled "A History of Journalism in Wartime," Troubles dabbles in old war stories, film clips (Howard Hawks is favored), interviews with Martha Gellhorn biting the head off Hemingway's ghost, and so on, but mostly it's a record of two trips to Sarajevo and the surrounding areas that Oph made in 1992, interviewing the French and British reporters he meets about their professional ethics and practicalities. It's a massive, veiny slab of a movie, filthy with insight and experience. The topic of war journalists might not seem quite significant enough to support Oph approach (the war, the politics, and the locals' ordeal naturally overshadow the press), but the irony of their privileged, voyeuristic position is perpetually picked over. At the very least, it's a startling presentation of the kind of international news we don't get in this country, where the question hasn't been how much to cover the suffering of Bosnians, but whether to bother at all.
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