At this crowd-pleaser's core lies a familiar high-concept pitch: girl vs. boys. This conflict is ubiquitous these days, from rush-hour traffic (note the "goddess" bumper sticker on the SUV that enthusiastically cuts you off without signaling) to our current plethora of cinematic entertainments wherein females kick, punch, leap, and shoot to prove quién es más macho. Whatever. Life's too short. Refreshingly, Whale Rider -- much like the recent Bend It Like Beckham or Real Women Have Curves -- takes a more elegant approach to its feminist salvo, raising its sensibilities above cheap hyperbole, thus allowing for deep, universal appreciation. That it's also splendidly engaging doesn't hurt.
Our focal point is Paikea (wunderkind discovery Keisha Castle-Hughes), a preteen Maori girl so named by her bohemian father, Porourangi (Hollywood staple Cliff Curtis), after an even more significant ancestor than his own ancient namesake. The original Paikea is believed -- by the Ngati Konohi tribe of Whangara, New Zealand -- to have brought new life to their shores a thousand years prior, arriving from the ancestral realm of Hawaiki (not Hawaii) astride a whale. Paikea's noble, nautical cavort is commemorated in a wood carving atop the local marae, or meetinghouse, affording the tribe its identity and the story its title.
The film, which eventually develops a modestly mythic quality, begins with mortal tragedy as Porourangi's wife dies in childbirth, taking baby Paikea's male twin with her. Heartbroken, Porourangi flees to Germany to practice his arts and crafts, leaving Paikea to be raised by her whip-smart grandmother Nanny Flowers (an energetic Vicky Haughton) and sternly traditionalist, unrepentantly sexist grandfather Koro Apirana (a terrific Rawiri Paratene, working wonders with a challenging role). Her culturally resonant name shortened to Pai, the girl spends much of her childhood striving to earn Koro's acceptance and respect, which he withholds out of profound disappointment that she is not a boy he can train to take over as the next rangatira, or tribal chief.
Quite unlike Witi Ihimaera's poetic 1987 novel The Whale Rider, this cinematic adaptation by Niki Caro (Memory and Desire) focuses almost exclusively on the struggle between Koro and Pai. The elder's quest for the perfect boy-chief turns him into a sort of deranged Mr. Miyagi, while Pai desperately seeks to enter both his training courses and his deeper affections. This enhanced focus prompts many alterations, including Porourangi's second-act departure to Germany (convenient for both Curtis' busy shooting schedule and the film's German investors), the simplification of our young heroine's name (in the book, she's Kahutia Te Rangi, or Kahu), and the excising of much delicious whale mythology and interaction that would have required a fantasist in the director's chair. Gone also are the musings and travels of the book's male narrator, Pai's Uncle Rawiri (played here by the charming Grant Roa), but the character is still present to look silly like the other males, in keeping with the director's wont.
That said, Caro's adaptation -- particularly coming from a white woman -- is hugely satisfying. Of course, Pai must be shown besting all the boys (including delicate Mana Taumaunu as her sadly smoking friend). But apart from that, Caro relates Maori sensibilities and culture with great affection and aplomb -- don't miss the elder busybodies or Pai's truly amazing turn at a school pageant -- delivering a film as important as, yet generally more audience-friendly than, 1997's Once Were Warriors. One may quibble that Caro forgets to show us the source of Koro's fervid discontent -- unlike in recent indigenous fare like Atanarjuat: The Fast Runner, his people live in pretty houses and drive nice cars -- but perhaps present-day territorial conquest offers some explanation (the picture is also funded by the New Zealand Tourist Board).
Vain attempts at nitpicking aside, there are many lovely elements involved here, from the score by hip Lisa Gerrard (recycling her soundscapes à la Peter Gabriel) to the wholly enjoyable cast (must also mention Tahei Simpson as Pai's endearing schoolteacher) to Caro's sensuous directorial gifts, which splendidly balance human foibles with elemental forces. The climax and conclusion are fairly predictable, but there's a telling scene in the middle, in which Koro likens the rope of his boat's motor to his ancestry, only to have the threads snap in his hands. Pai's simple solution -- to retie the rope and start the motor, to reconnect to the sea, and ultimately to take whale movies way beyond Orca, Free Willy, or even that Star Trek flick -- focuses the power of interconnectedness in a seemingly routine gesture. It also reveals Caro's skill as a filmmaker, as her Whale Rider most often delivers the feeling of a dream one wishes would come true. A Better Tomorrow "Our first title was "Yellow Fever,' but after the SARS epidemic hit we thought we should go with something less controversial," confides Gabriel Monts, co-founder of the first Scratch Pictures Film Festival. So he and Angelina Cheng opted for the irreverent "Asian Films Up the Yin Yang" for this weekend's celebration of Gen Y-genre imports. From a list of 200 recent titles they procured half a dozen, from the Japanese rock 'n' roll zombie flick Wild Zero to the Hong Kong-in-the-'70s coming-of-age tale Just One Look to the Thai C&W musical Monrak Transistor. "This is not the "Super-Serious Identity Crisis Film Festival,'" Monts says with a chuckle. "It's all about coming out and having a good time."
In the tradition of Mickey Rooney and Judy Garland, the East Bay couple -- he's a lighting technician, sound recordist, and camera assistant; she's an actress and makeup artist -- was naively inspired by the idea of staging a fun event. "Since it's our first festival, I really didn't know if these films are hard to come by or not," Monts says. "I went out with no prior knowledge and tracked down the distributors and jumped through a million hoops and went down a bunch of misleading trails. For me, they were all hard to track down and acquire." A couple of the movies had already reached these shores in the home video/DVD tsunami, but Monts doesn't care. "I didn't research too thoroughly how available they were. What was more important was that we make a really entertaining show."
Cheng and Monts are fronting all the costs of the festival -- with the aid of a few sponsors -- including the theater rental. "If we can make this at least marginally successful, we plan on doing it again," Monts promises. "We have bigger dreams for it." "Asian Films Up the Yin Yang" screens this Friday through Sunday at the Roxie Cinema. Advance tix are available at the Rolo shops on Howard at Ninth Street; go to www.scratchpictures.com for program info.
Rebel With a Cause When Robert Anbian returned to Film Arts Foundation as director of development and marketing (Reel World, Dec. 11, 2002), he vowed to raise the 27-year-old nonprofit media arts organization's profile. Lacking the dough, however, to sign a celebrity spokesmodel or acquire the naming rights to a ballpark, Anbian and his compatriots concocted a street-level strategy: Come December, Film Arts will distribute a quarterly calendar of its classes and workshops, modeled after the Castro's and Roxie's pictorially rich schedules.
"Artists are not the only people using media now," says Anbian, explaining that the proliferation of desktop filmmaking has expanded Film Arts' market well beyond professional moviemakers. "There are people in all walks of life, for personal or business reasons, who have a story to tell. For us, it's the idea of the independent voice. To have an active, vocal populace in the most important language of the day -- which is media -- is central to our mission."
The Rock "The only reason we don't have a lot of big film projects here is because Willie Brown abandoned the film community," veteran local producer Debbie Brubaker declares. If that sounds like a pre-election call to those S.F. craftspeople who make a living from movie production, you're right. The Bay Area Film Alliance (Reel World, Jan. 8), a year-old advocacy group, "is going to hold the mayoral candidates' feet to the fire," Brubaker promises.
According to BAFA's e-mail announcing a July 31 forum with the candidates, "The new mayor will appoint a film commission and an executive director of the film office -- and you can help to voice our concern that we need qualified, responsive and responsible appointments to these positions." For the lowdown visit www.filmbayarea.com.
A Star Is Born Kudos to the Bay Area winners of the 30th Student Academy Awards. Elizabeth Pollock of UC Berkeley scored the silver medal in the documentary category for Indiana Aria while Stanford's Renee Fischer took home the bronze for Those Who Trespass. In animation, Moonsung Lee of Academy of Art College collected the silver medal for Bert. Lindsay Ann Daniels of California College of Arts and Crafts, a doc finalist for All That I Perceive, also has cause to crow. -- Michael Fox