New Zealand Film Festival - Manufactured Landscapes

Most of the most interesting films at the International Film Festival are documentaries. I have added many to my 'must-see' list now as Helen and I have seen only a handful.

A lot of my interest is in the rapid development of China. Especially after researching my article, The Great River Theft. Helen and I saw Dong which was not my first choice. I had wanted to check out Still Life, Jia Zhang-Ke's examination of ordinary Chinese people displaced by the construction of The Three Gorges Dam - the world's largest - but it was one of the few films to sell out. A good sign I feel. Dong is his companion piece, also filmed around The Three Gorges and Bangkok, which follows a painter.

One other film I missed - due to the dog we are looking after having the runs! - was Manufactured Landscapes. It follows Canadian photographer Edward Burtynsky as he travels the world observing changes in landscapes due to industrial work and manufacturing. Most of his most stunning images are of mass production in China, and the changing face of The Three Gorges where entire cities were raised to the ground by those living there by hand (the subject of Dong and Still Life) and then rebuilt, again by the same people, in new locations.

This clip is from an interesting website Ted, and is a talk by the photographer Burtynsky.





Helen and I did get to enjoy a more light-hearted documentary based in China. Les Blank has been making great documentaries for years, especially early bayou-style music stories. In All In This Tea he follows David Lee Hoffman as he searches for the best, home-grown, organic tea in China. There is a subtext regarding mass production in China as he drags the factory owners with him to the peasant farmers to show how their tea is of a much higher quality. But first and foremost it's about the cultural exchange and social interactivity surrounding tea. We are now on the lookout for a tea set so we can start trying some 'proper' tea.




The last film we saw was Build A Ship, Sail To Sadness. On paper it looked like the perfect film for Helen and I. "Solitary oddball Vincent mopeds through the Scottish Highlands with a dream of healing the community's loneliness with a mobile disco. A film about the joy of music and a yearning for the ecstasy of art."

Perhaps it was our desire to see the Scottish Highlands in all its glory that tainted our experience. The film is shot in over-saturated High 8 so the colours are lurid and livid. The best description I've heard calls it "a cross between Local Hero and Borat".

Vincent is a Scandinavian fellow in cricket jumper, rain mac and pink crash helmet who travels the bleak Highlands on his scooter. He stops and talks to various locals telling them he wants to cure everyone's loneliness through a mobile disco. It becomes rapidly apparent, as each scooter scene ends with Vincent stuffing his nostrils down the gas-tank and then passing out, that the loneliness is his own. The locals are happy enough.

The lo-fi catchy and often hilarious pop tunes are all the actor's originals, and you won't have seen the Scottish landscape shot in such an arresting fashion before, but we left disappointed - although we laughed plenty, a highlight being when he climbs a hill to convert a man burning heather to the joys of disco, only to be turned away by the man's fixation on all things heather-related.

Being ex-pats I think our idea of Scotland is firmly fixed in a traditional 'hands-off' watercolour ideal. Had we been living in the Highlands or Glasgow ourselves, this film would have been a delight.