By Jake Howell jake.howell@utoronto.ca

Sundance Review: May In The Summer; Crystal Fairy

On Thursday, Sundance’s opening night, four films from four separate programs kicked things off to varying degrees of success: Cherien Dabis’ May in the Summer (U.S. Dramatic), Sebastian Silva’s Crystal Fairy (World Dramatic), Morgan Neville’s 20 Feet from Stardom (U.S. Documentary), and Marc Silver’s Who is Dayani Crystal? (World Documentary). The films played well—about as well you could hope for opening night attractions to perform, anyway. That said, from the chats I’ve had on the shuttle to on-line conversations with other members of the press corps, it would appear that 20 Feet from Stardom was the real winner on opening day, garnering enthusiasm from audiences and attention from Harvey Weinstein (who bought the film on Friday). The film is a toe-tapping doc about the back-up singers involved with some of the biggest names in music, including Sting, Bruce Springsteen, and the Rolling Stones.

Cherien Dabis’ sophomore feature (returning to Sundance after critical hit Amreeka) finds the director-writer-actor in a slump. May in the Summer, which is a little like how I imagine Keeping Up with the Kardashians would be if it were an elegant Jordanian dramedy, is about a dysfunctional but affluent family where Mom, Dad, and their three daughters all have issues (though these issues are best described as “first world problems”). May, Dabis’ title character, is second-guessing her upcoming marriage; Mom has found God yet manages to contradict Biblical morals. Dad is cheating on his mistress (yes, you read correctly), while May’s two sisters are struggling with their respective sexual quagmires. While the film is light on emotional impact and overall relatability, the film is constructed with some stunning location photography and moments of poignancy (a scene with an overhead fighter jet breaks the surface tension of their small-fish concerns in an earth-shattering instant).

May in the Summer.

According to online reactions, the first divisive film of Sundance ’13 is Crystal Fairy (subtitled: Crystal Fairy and the Magic Cactus and 2012), the drug-infused side project from director Sebastian Silva (2009’s The Maid). With Crystal Fairy, Silva sends his three real-life brothers and a bushy-haired Michael Cera on a mescaline adventure in the Chilean desert. Gaby Hoffmann plays the film’s title role, a moon-gazing Earth Mother type who joins the boys after a loose invitation is extended her way. With her alternative healing methods and out-there perspectives on the natural world, Crystal fits awkwardly within the established group dynamic, bewildering the trio but irritating Jamie (Cera).

Crystal Fairy.

Yet despite Crystal’s idiosyncrasies, it becomes clear that the real weirdo here is Jamie. As the American traveling in Chile is selfish, impatient, and wants only to party, their road trip invokes a side of his character that obnoxiously wears horse blinders: stealing a San Pedro cactus for its psychoactive mescaline is his only concern, leaving the film to eventually teach Jamie a lesson about slowing down and appreciating some of the finer things in life. If you can believe it, this is the most detestable role Michael Cera’s ever delivered.

With the irritating Jamie alongside the zany (and often buck-naked) Crystal, the comedy set-up here is what likely what you’d expect–the jokes are scattered and enjoy a middling amount of laughs. Fortunately, the newcomer Silva boys are genuinely charming, and their interactions with Crystal raise some interesting philosophical questions about life and we choose to live it. These scenes work well to add substance to Crystal Fairy, but the film suffers major drawbacks from its uneven craftsmanship and inexcusable camerawork. Shots are often completely out of focus, proper lighting is at a premium, and the handheld shaky-cam reflects the hastiness in which the film was made (at the Q&A, it was mentioned Silva shot the project in 12 days—without a script, for that matter). It is sloppy.

Then again, uneven filmmaking is simply part of the game at Sundance–first-time filmmakers and established auteurs share an equal spotlight in the festival’s manifesto and general programming. There’s plenty more to see and write about than these two forgettable ventures, and it is interesting to see which film will rise to the surface and pierce our collective consciousness. I’m not sure anything has just yet, but we’ll see. At day four, the festival has hit its stride and I’ve tried my best to fill my days with movies and little else. As I operate in and around Park City, taking in the heritage of a town once dominated by the mining industry, it’s fun to imagine film-goers here as prospectors of a sort; sifting through the piles to find gold amongst the rocks.

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3 Responses to “Sundance Review: May In The Summer; Crystal Fairy”

  1. Kr2160 says:

    Strange and inaccurate review of May In The Summer. If the reviewer had been paying attention instead of equating all middle eastern women to the Kardashians, he might have noticed that the bill pullman character wasnt cheating on his mistress, but rather his second wife, for one thing…

  2. Jake Howell says:

    Hi KR,
    You are correct in stating he was cheating on his second wife – of course, his second wife is the woman he left his first wife for. In other words: then a mistress; later a wife. I took liberties in describing her as the former because of how shallow their relationship is as it plays on screen. Alas.

  3. Maxime Laurent says:

    Hello,
    You say the characters have “First world problems”. Were you expecting to see misery, war and rape just because the movie is set in an Arab country? You expect that people in the Arab world don’t grapple with love, faith, relationships and sexuality? This movie is about human emotions, subtly and poignantly depicted, and they are what makes us all similar and relatable.
    Your review simply displays how shallow your analysis is.

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It shows how out of it I was in trying to be in it, acknowledging that I was out of it to myself, and then thinking, “Okay, how do I stop being out of it? Well, I get some legitimate illogical narrative ideas” — some novel, you know?

So I decided on three writers that I might be able to option their material and get some producer, or myself as producer, and then get some writer to do a screenplay on it, and maybe make a movie.

And so the three projects were “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep,” “Naked Lunch” and a collection of Bukowski. Which, in 1975, forget it — I mean, that was nuts. Hollywood would not touch any of that, but I was looking for something commercial, and I thought that all of these things were coming.

There would be no Blade Runner if there was no Ray Bradbury. I couldn’t find Philip K. Dick. His agent didn’t even know where he was. And so I gave up.

I was walking down the street and I ran into Bradbury — he directed a play that I was going to do as an actor, so we know each other, but he yelled “hi” — and I’d forgot who he was.

So at my girlfriend Barbara Hershey’s urging — I was with her at that moment — she said, “Talk to him! That guy really wants to talk to you,” and I said “No, fuck him,” and keep walking.

But then I did, and then I realized who it was, and I thought, “Wait, he’s in that realm, maybe he knows Philip K. Dick.” I said, “You know a guy named—” “Yeah, sure — you want his phone number?”

My friend paid my rent for a year while I wrote, because it turned out we couldn’t get a writer. My friends kept on me about, well, if you can’t get a writer, then you write.”
~ Hampton Fancher

“That was the most disappointing thing to me in how this thing was played. Is that I’m on the phone with you now, after all that’s been said, and the fundamental distinction between what James is dealing with in these other cases is not actually brought to the fore. The fundamental difference is that James Franco didn’t seek to use his position to have sex with anyone. There’s not a case of that. He wasn’t using his position or status to try to solicit a sexual favor from anyone. If he had — if that were what the accusation involved — the show would not have gone on. We would have folded up shop and we would have not completed the show. Because then it would have been the same as Harvey Weinstein, or Les Moonves, or any of these cases that are fundamental to this new paradigm. Did you not notice that? Why did you not notice that? Is that not something notable to say, journalistically? Because nobody could find the voice to say it. I’m not just being rhetorical. Why is it that you and the other critics, none of you could find the voice to say, “You know, it’s not this, it’s that”? Because — let me go on and speak further to this. If you go back to the L.A. Times piece, that’s what it lacked. That’s what they were not able to deliver. The one example in the five that involved an issue of a sexual act was between James and a woman he was dating, who he was not working with. There was no professional dynamic in any capacity.

~ David Simon