In the San Francisco Bay Area as elsewhere, long-established
film festivals intent on expanding their brand are putting on additional
events. The San Francisco Silent Film
Festival, traditionally a summer fest — and this
year moving up a bit, to May 29 through June 1st — has a several-year history of dazzling special programs,
including presenting Abel Gance’s Napoleon,
with a 48-member orchestra, conducted by Carl Davis in the American premiere of
his score; the nine surviving Hitchcock silents,
and this winter’s centennial tribute to Charlie Chaplin. The springtime San Francisco International
Film Festival has an
ever-expanding Fall Season that comprises half-a-dozen programs devoted to various national cinemas,
including Hong Kong, France, and Italy.
And the venerable San Francisco Jewish Film Festival just
presented its first-ever Winter Fest,
an eclectically-programmed five-film marathon held at the single-screen
1910-vintage Vogue Theater in Pacific
The program began at noon with Daniele Thompson’s latest
frothy romantic comedy (she’s come a long way from “Queen Margot), “It Happened
in St. Tropez,” (a literal translation of the French title, “Des gens qui
s’embrassent,” would be “People Who Kiss”). The action takes place in
photogenic Paris and New York as well as St. Tropez, as a wealthy and musical
Jewish family quarrels and makes up during opulent weddings and yacht cruises.
Charm is expended by a large and attractive cast, including Kad Merad, Eric
Elmosnino, and the glamourous Monica Bellucci.
Having just coincidentally watched Thompson’s last frothy romantic
comedy, “Change of Plans,” on TV, I was amused to see another recipe flash by
at the end of the credits. “Change of Plans,” which revolves around a dinner
party, featured Roman Polanski’s recipe for bigos, a meat-heavy Polish stew, in
its credits. The penultimate scene in “St. Tropez” takes place at a festive
dinner chez Maxim, and the recipe for its renowned pommes soufflés
The second film was an equally frothy romantic comedy,
“Cupcakes,” from Israeli filmmaker Eytan Fox (“Yossi and
Jagger”), about an accidental musical group comprised of assorted
neighbors of all ages and sexual predilections (three straight women, one
lesbian, one gay guy) who miraculously become Israel’s entry for the kitschy
Universong (read: Eurovision) contest.
Highjinks and love affairs ensue. It’s brightly-colored and easy to
take, and the fact that none of the actresses had undertaken any plastic
surgery was something of a pleasant surprise.
The intensity and seriousness of the third offering,
“Bethlehem,” Israel’s official entry for the foreign film Oscar,
almost induced whiplash in us. It didn’t make the five-film cut, but bears a
certain similarity to the Palestine entrant, “Omar,” which did. “Bethlehem,” which played at
numerous film festivals including Telluride and Toronto, is about the
complicated relationship between an Israeli secret service operative and his
informant, a Palestinian teenager who is the brother of a well-known terrorist.
The shocking and abrupt ending left us shaken.
And wasn’t exactly the perfect lead-in for what I found to
be the almost-inexplicable fourth film of the day, the American independent
(and oddly-titled) “A Short History of Decay,” about a 35-year-old
novelist-screenwriter/slacker who moves in with his aging parents in Florida
when his girlfriend tires of supporting his unpublished ass. I was perplexed that SFJFF programmer Jay
Rosenblatt had introduced it as his favorite film of the day’s line-up
(especially after “Bethlehem”). Pleasant acting turns by Linda Lavin (as a woman with the mildest-ever
case of Alzheimer’s on record: she does all the cooking and is more lucid than
any of the other characters, save a charming manicurist, played by Kathleen
Rose Perkins) and Harris Yulin (who similarly endures the mildest of strokes on
record) as the slacker’s parents don’t make up for the weak script and uneven turns
by the comely Bryan Greenberg and considerably less-comely Benjamin King, as
the equally-feckless brother who cheats on his wife, loses his job, and shows
up in Florida hoping for a $200,000 handout.
Oy! And, except for the fact that
some of the actors happen to be Jewish, it didn’t seem like a Jewish film at
Perhaps we would have enjoyed the last film of the day,
“S#x Acts,” an Israeli movie described as a “frighteningly
honest depiction of blossoming teenage sexuality,” but we had a date with
the season finale of “Downtown Abbey,” across town.
But in only two weeks we intend to sample the SF Jewish Film
Festival’s next special event, “Hummus, Falafel, and Brisket — Oh
My!,” on March 9, a series of three culinary documentaries (with food available for
purchase). Like the Sonoma, Napa, and
Center for Asian American Media film festivals, the San Francisco Jewish Film
Festival has learned that mixing film with food also brings them in.