A tribute to his former collaborator, the late Juan Pablo Rebella, Pablo Stoll's maiden solo flight has little chance of seeing major international theatrical distribution, but it remains a welcomed experimental film that might be mum on dialogue, but heavy on soundtrack and ideas of isolation and disbanding from the family (the filmmaker employs his own members) – actual home movies are intelligently inserted in this discourse.
It's difficult to discuss a movement when one gets that sense that we might be in still in the nascent stages of it, but such as the new wave of Romanian films, Uruguay is seeing a definite collective that Pablo Stoll started along with the late Juan Pablo Rebella by introducing 25 Watts and Whisky to the int. film community.
Pablo Stoll's first solo effort in Hiroshima (see pic) since the suicide of co-filmmaker friend Juan Pablo Rebella (together the pair gave us Whisky and 25 Watts), Harmony Korine returns to eating spaghetti in the tub with Trash Humpers, we get a Thailand filmmaker collective in Wisit Sasanatieng, Aditya Assarat, Kongdej Jaturanrasmee and Pen-ek Ratanaruang in Sawasdee Bangkok and favorite Czeck contemo filmmaker Jan Hrebejk explores sex and marriage with Eastern bloc humor in Shameless.
The world tour for Gigante which began at the Berlin int. Film Festival in february landed in Toronto with a really receptive audience mostly filled with curious South American rooted cinephiles. Adrián Biniez, the Argentinean born director who works out of Montevideo, Uruguay (and is good buddies with Pablo Stoll who was also present in the audience) has a bright future ahead of him.
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The thrill of meeting Marjane Satrapi reminded me of being 6 years old at Disney Land when I met the living, breathing Cinderella. Except Cinderella was an actress with a blond wig and Marjane is the real woman behind her autobiographical graphic novel, turned movie, “Persepolis”. The distinctive mole on her nose and her dark sultry eyes rose off the page and appeared in front of me, smoking and speaking with a French accent.