You Are All Captains -- Film Review
EmptyCANNES -- Twenty-seven year-old filmmaker Oliver Laxe, the Parisian-born son of Spanish parents, moved to Tangiers, Morocco, after finishing film school some four years ago. His goal was to set up an informal workshop for street children in which they would learn how to make films. The earnest, mostly disastrous result of this collaboration is Laxe's first film, "You Are All Captains" (Todos vos sodes capitans).
In the best Brechtian fashion, the subject of the film is the making of the film, and the making of the films by Laxe's students. This may sound straightforward enough, but in this film it leads to total confusion punctuated by some gorgeous but narratively meaningless shots. It must be admitted that the kids are cute, and Laxe's own camera is obsessed with close-ups of them, especially when they are paying rapt attention to him.
There are a couple of good moments. One comes when the kids are filming some foreign tourists who complain that they should be asked for permission to be filmed. Another is the final shot on a blowing field of wildflowers, with the camera remaining absolutely stationary as the band of kids, following Laxe's shouted directions, moves further and further into the distance.
Venue: Festival de Cannes -- Directors Fortnight