{"id":164,"date":"2020-03-26T20:24:13","date_gmt":"2020-03-26T20:24:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sites.la.utexas.edu\/bpp\/?p=164"},"modified":"2020-04-17T16:45:58","modified_gmt":"2020-04-17T16:45:58","slug":"spanning-the-zeitgeist-a-review-of-the-2019-austin-film-festivals-spacious-lineup","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/sites.la.utexas.edu\/bpp\/2020\/03\/26\/spanning-the-zeitgeist-a-review-of-the-2019-austin-film-festivals-spacious-lineup\/","title":{"rendered":"Spanning the Zeitgeist: A Review of the 2019 Austin Film Festival\u2019s Spacious Lineup"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure id=\"attachment_165\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-165\" style=\"width: 1000px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-165\" src=\"http:\/\/sites.la.utexas.edu\/bpp\/files\/2020\/03\/treasuretrouble.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1000\" height=\"419\" srcset=\"http:\/\/sites.la.utexas.edu\/bpp\/files\/2020\/03\/treasuretrouble.jpg 1000w, http:\/\/sites.la.utexas.edu\/bpp\/files\/2020\/03\/treasuretrouble-300x126.jpg 300w, http:\/\/sites.la.utexas.edu\/bpp\/files\/2020\/03\/treasuretrouble-768x322.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1000px) 100vw, 1000px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-165\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><em>Treasure Trouble<\/em> (dir. Dan Erickson)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p><em>by Ross Trivisonno<\/em><\/p>\n<p>In this modern age of anxiety that we perpetually, and miraculously, trudge through on a daily basis, everything is the bother: bills to pay, mouths to feed, commitments to fulfill, relatives to please, societal injustices to vanquish, and, yes, Russians to cower from. Oh, the Russians: the ever-elusive bogeymen that us zealous Americans salivate over both fearing and hating. Well, that\u2019s at least one of many inherent themes nested in Dan Erickson\u2019s unassuming 2019 indie flick, <em>Treasure Trouble<\/em>, a film that truly runs the gamut in exploring a number of socio-cultural tropes popular in present-day society, while still remaining tethered to a cogent and compelling narrative.<\/p>\n<p>Clocking in at a comfy 125 minutes, Erickson\u2019s thrilling comedy commences with the female lead, Eve (Olivia Luccardi) \u2013 a scavenging, metal-detector-touting treasure hunter on what is presumably Coney Island \u2013 finding an encased gun on the beach adjacent to the shanty oceanfront abode she shares with newly moved-in roommate and underground (most likely contraband) radio talk show host, Ernie. Shock and then panic quickly ensue as one miscommunication after another leads Eve to believe that the pistol belongs to the Russian mafia, whom she\u2019s almost certain are nipping at her heels. Several missing dogs and an ex-boyfriend reunion later, we are introduced to the full motley crew of a cast that made this light-heartedly scripted, yet thoughtfully themed, film such a compelling entry in the 2019 Austin Film Festival (AFF).<\/p>\n<p>The autumn festival is an eight-day affair that, albeit Natalie Portman-less this time around, frequently brings some of the film industry\u2019s best and brightest to a city more known to outsiders for its bustling live music scene and chic, Portlandia-like hipster subculture than for its sizable contributions to the big screen. And, boy, was the Paramount Theatre\u2019s big screen ablaze with an expansive, remarkably complete lineup of marquee headliners, short films, low-budget indies, and amateur productions alike this fall, all of which enhanced <em>Treasure Trouble<\/em>\u2019s uniqueness even more.<\/p>\n<p>Few times have I ever witnessed a film so perfectly encapsulate everything from Cold War-esque Trump-Russia hysteria to the idiosyncrasies of modern feminism and the much-debated role of guns in America. And yet, <em>Treasure Trouble<\/em>\u2019s novelty is compounded even more by the fact that it is clearly a small-time, small-scale work. Pervasive and consistent over the course of the winding, spell-binding film is Ernie\u2019s counter-establishment radio broadcast, which plays softly (but sometimes loudly) in the background as he espouses culturally au courant leftist views that would make the eyes of any populist American in the vein of Bernie Sanders light right up. One moment he\u2019s talking about police brutality and another he\u2019s making implied references to the Mueller Report before segueing into the evils of the Washington think tank elites. It\u2019s this whole smorgasbord of commentary on current event topics \u2013 which Erickson so carefully, meticulously layers over <em>Treasure Trouble<\/em>\u2019s actual plot \u2013 that allows us to <em>hear<\/em> many of the film\u2019s primary themes on the AM before we actually <em>see<\/em> their narrative equivalencies on screen.<\/p>\n<p>This formal reading of such thematic\/cinematographic pairings is truly an exercise in hawk-eyed diligence on the part of the viewer just as much as the director. Blink, and you\u2019ll miss one of the many rapid-fire choke shots that Erickson employs to signal Eve\u2019s supposedly impending doom. Blink again, and some of the more inorganic shots of a tilted Manhattan skyline (as imbued with chaos and confusion as is nearly every principal character) will be for not. While for some films, the devil may lie in the details of their formal elements \u2013 their incoherent canted shots, an inconsistent mise-en-scene, or the (over)use of certain emphatic patterns to a dizzying extent \u2013 many of <em>Treasure Trouble<\/em>\u2019s most dazzling qualities are in this very arena. And it\u2019s an arena rich with cinematography that is as scrupulous of its formal ingredients as it is (ironically) irreverent of the recipe most filmmakers submit to in their attempts at producing an all-too-often only half-baked picture. But, no, not here! <em>This<\/em>, on the rare hand, appears to be a picture so aware of its place in time, so conscious of its epoch, of the zeitgeist it so brilliantly attempts to communicate, that its formally-weighty thematic metanarrative almost feels like a standalone narrative in and of itself.<\/p>\n<p>And, yet, I\u2019d be remiss if I didn\u2019t mention the big surprise (or unsurprise, depending on how intuitive one may be), the spoiler to end all spoilers:\u00a0<em>it wasn&#8217;t the Russians<\/em>. Eve and her ragtag band of ex-boyfriends, ex-boyfriend fianc\u00e9s, decades-older radical roommate shock jocks, beach-scavenging co-workers, and dog-napper victims galore finally come to the conclusion that everything was, after all, just one big misunderstanding, sparked by misinformation and compounded by mistrust and unlucky mishaps. But somehow, in this brave, brave new world of perpetual post-truths, fake news, and institutional skepticism that we live in, what may make no sense to <em>Treasure Trouble<\/em>\u2019s principal characters actually makes perfect sense to viewers: that we, in this country, have reached a point of such confusion and anxiety over, well, frankly <em>everything<\/em>, that it has become exceedingly easy to sow societal pandemonium about, well, <em>anything<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>Perhaps the Russians, the prototypical villains to end all villains in the American imagination, may be complicit, or perhaps they may not; however, one thing <em>is <\/em>true. That is, reality no longer matters, but rather perception <em>does<\/em>, and if foreign actors can plant just enough seeds of doubt in the minds of a society, the truth of the crime matters not, while the ensuing confusion and distrust matters the world. And so, this is what <em>Treasure Trouble<\/em> so masterfully showcases: just how easily much ado about nothing can become much ado about everything, regardless of the facts of the matter &#8212; now more than ever before.<\/p>\n<p>Clearly the mood of our country (and the mood of our world, for that matter) is unwell. But AFF\u2019s adventure through the zeitgeist isn\u2019t limited to <em>Treasure Trouble<\/em>. In <em>Waves<\/em> \u2013 a tumultuous, graphically saturated, empaths\u2019 rollercoaster of a movie that delves into the complex topics of suburbanism, excess, and race\u2019s relation to the two \u2013 we\u2019re taught that too much love, too much ambition, too much control, too much of anything good in life can, and almost certainly will, become a bad thing.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_119\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-119\" style=\"width: 755px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-119\" src=\"http:\/\/sites.la.utexas.edu\/bpp\/files\/2020\/03\/8af5f09c5458bf654ea94a56539a5928.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"755\" height=\"398\" srcset=\"http:\/\/sites.la.utexas.edu\/bpp\/files\/2020\/03\/8af5f09c5458bf654ea94a56539a5928.png 755w, http:\/\/sites.la.utexas.edu\/bpp\/files\/2020\/03\/8af5f09c5458bf654ea94a56539a5928-300x158.png 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 755px) 100vw, 755px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-119\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><em>Waves<\/em> (dir. Trey Edward Shults)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>Described by director Trey Edward Shults during the festival screening\u2019s Q&amp;A session as a \u201cfilm about black people who have white people problems,\u201d <em>Waves <\/em>certainly does make waves: it frequently utilizes a unique, 360-degree, revolving camera to not only dazzle cinematographers left and right, but to symbolize the circularity of the characters\u2019 narrative arcs, and life at large. Its effusive, emotional turbulence is paired seamlessly with the themes of another clear-favorite from the festival, <em>Just Mercy<\/em> \u2013 Destin Daniel Cretton\u2019s latest tear-jerking, historical legal drama that stars Michael B. Jordan in an undoubtedly award-worthy portrayal of the Montgomery-based Equal Justice Initiative\u2019s founder and defender of wrongly-convicted death row inmates, Bryan Stevenson.<\/p>\n<p>And while <em>Just Mercy <\/em>may showcase far less cinematographic audacity \u2013 its formal elements somewhat unimpressively flirt with traditional drabness \u2013 thematically-speaking, both of these films grapple with what it means to be black in America (upper-middle class black in <em>Waves<\/em> versus impoverished black in <em>Just Mercy<\/em>), an eternal topic that has only been amplified even more in recent times by the seemingly endless headlines of police brutality, criminal (in)justice, and gentrification, all against people of color. Shults and Cretton\u2019s films each speak to the class-based themes that the other lacks, forming a complementary tandem replete with social criticism, while the aforementioned trio \u2013 the misconstrued, comedic premise of <em>Treasure Trouble<\/em>, the Southern courtroom setting of <em>Just Mercy<\/em>, and the family-centric nature of <em>Waves<\/em> \u2013 almost lends itself, in aggregate, to something in the tradition of <em>My Cousin Vinny<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>So in a country starting to again feel the generationally-recurring growing pains of foreign-manufactured outrage, and racial and class division, this year\u2019s 26<sup>th<\/sup> iteration of the Austin Film Festival was a masterclass in capturing it all: the good, the bad, and the ugliness of society\u2019s challenges at present. And it did it with ingenious screenwriting \u2013 always an obvious staple of AFF \u2013 and eye-popping camera work, all the while flexing its trailblazer muscles by providing us with a remarkable canon of genre films to discuss and fawn over ad nauseum. Welcome to the top, AFF, because this festival seems to out-do itself year after year, several of which I\u2019ve been fortunate enough to witness firsthand. This past October was certainly no exception.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>by Ross Trivisonno In this modern age of anxiety that we perpetually, and miraculously, trudge through on a daily basis, everything is the bother: bills to pay, mouths to feed, commitments to fulfill, relatives to please, societal injustices to vanquish, and, yes, Russians to cower from. 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