Sundance Film Festival:

TAKE ONE, March-May, 2003 by Steve Gravestock

Robert Redford opened the 2003 Sundance Film Festival with a plea for freedom of expression, an embattled concept in the era of Bush II. But the real keynote speech came from Emmanuel Jordan, the catatonic ex-con hero of Ed Solomon's Levity, the festival's opening night film. "I don't want to be redeemed," he confesses, and he could have spoken for most if not all of his fellow festival protagonists. This year, intransigence seemed to be the order of the day. This was probably the surliest group of heroes you'll ever see outside a Fassbinder retro.

The trend was apparent in three films featuring teenagers: Catherine Hardwicke's Thirteen; A. Dean Bell's What Alice Found; and Matthew Ryan Hoge's The United States of Leland. Hardwicke's film, one of the best at this year's festival, stars Holly Hunter as a put-upon single mother who ekes out a living as a hairdresser. Suddenly, daughter Tracey (Ryan Rachel Wood) hits puberty and goes ballistic. Desperate to look grown-up, she starts dressing more maturely (read provocatively) and ingratiates herself with Evie (Nikki Reed), an older girl, by lifting a woman's pocketbook. Ferocious tirades, emotional manipulation, lies, self-mutilation and drug use follow. The opening scene has the two girls snorting crack and belting one another around Tracey's bedroom. Thirteen is a nightmare version of adolescence, and it's gripping in large part because of the performances (especially Wood and Reed, who co-wrote the script with Hardwicke), the unflinching claustrophobic atmosphere and the absence of any real cause for Tr acey's downward spiral. At the same time, one is never quite sure if the film wallows too much or not enough in Tracey's pain. Either way, it's a powerful and promising debut for Hardwicke.

Of the teen flicks at Sundance, the most daring premise--or the seediest, depending on how you look at it--belonged to The United States of Leland, which asks you to sympathize with a supersensitive young kid (played by Ryan Gosling), who has just stabbed a retarded boy 23 times. The coyest premise belonged to Todd Graf's Camp, which looks at a bunch of nerds who spend summer in a camp for budding performers. The most irredeemable pair of protagonists popped up in Randy Barbato's and Fenton Bailey's Party Monster. Based on a true story (the directors made a well-received documentary about the same subject a few years ago), the film stars Seth Green and Macauley Culkin as two preening reprobates who were key players in New York's early 1990s party scene. As the endless amount of drugs they consume takes its toll, one becomes a murderer and the other a novelist. The film was criticized for being miscast (though I thought both performers had their moments), but for those who know nothing about this scene (like m e), it did serve as a revealing time capsule. Probably the best thing about it, though, is that it may finally kill the term "fabulous."

The intransigent, go-it-alone hero popped up even in the films that offered glimpses of small-town life; a Sundance staple. One of the best--received movies, Tom McCarthy's The Station Agent, focuses on a train--obsessed dwarf who just wants to be left alone. Gradually, he's integrated into the community through his relationship with two other outcasts: a suicidally depressed divorcee and a desperately lonely young man who runs a food stand. Sensitively directed and well performed, the movie is a sweet throwback to pre-Tarantino days. To varying degrees, one could say the same about Campbell Scott's well--crafted Off the Map, which looks at an eccentric New Mexico family struggling to come to terms with depression, and Peter Hedges's equally charming Pieces of April, which focuses on a delinquent daughter's attempts to make up with her family. As the eponymous heroine, Katie Holmes is appropriately winning.

This year, the festival had a beefed--up international section, which included several Canadian films: Mina Shum's Long Prosperity and Happiness; Michael Mackenzie's The Baroness and the Pig; and Wyeth Clarkson's digital video road movie, deadend.com, which got some positive buzz. Ditto for Jennifer Baichwal's The True Meaning of Pictures: Shelby Lee Adams' Appalachia, featured in the inaugural international documentary section. The Native Forum was dominated by Canadians, with Adams' Obomsawin's Is the Crown at War with Us? and Sundance favourite, Shirley Cheechoo, who was there with Pikutiskwaau (Mother Earth) a film which explores Cree oral traditions.

The international works seemed to be the most haunted by current events, with a definite millennial (i.e., apocalyptic) feel apparent in Thomas Vinterburg's sci-fi parable, It's All About Love, and Nicolas Winding Refn's Lynchian psychodrama, Fear X (a Canada/Denmark co-production). The only American film I saw that seemed to share this sentiment was Michael Polish's daring Northfork, the story of a small town about to be buried underwater to make room for a new dam. Epic in scale but packed with bizarre, entertaining and very flaky moments, the film establishes clear links between the Polish brothers and Winnipeg's own Guy Maddin.