Venice Film Festival: The tops and the flops

At some film festivals, it's the red carpets that stand out; sometimes it's the politics and the protests outside the theatre that catch your attention.

At the best film festivals, however, the movies are the stars.

And so it was at the 80th Venice Film Festival.

There was plenty of glitz and glamour — Hollywood strikes non-withstanding, we still got to see Adam Driver, Priscilla Presley, Fanny Ardant and Mads Mikkelsen pose for the paparazzi — as well as protests against government abuse in Iran, Russian aggression in Ukraine and a pop-up street protest condemning the festival itself, for its decision to pick three movies — Roman Polanski's The Palace, Coup de Chance by Woody Allen and Luc Besson's Dogman — whose directors have all been accused of sexual assault.

That was mostly background noise, however, compared to what was happening in theatres. The real show was up on the screen and it was by turns important, fantastic, silly or downright lousy.

Ana DuVernay on the legacy of racism in the US

Some of the most important films in Venice this year were directed by women.

The first African-American female filmmaker to have competition entry at the Biennale, Ava DuVernay turned Isabel Wilkerson's weighty, scholarly book Caste: The Origins of Our Discontents, about the roots and enduring legacy of racism in American society, into Origin, a powerful and deeply touching love story.

She did so by linking the history and themes explored in the book — which draw lines between theories of race and white supremacy in America to those in Nazi Germany and beyond — to Wilkerson's own story of writing it, in which she faced the tragedy of the sudden loss of her husband, mother and close cousin within a few short months.

A wake-up call for Europe

Agnieszka Holland's "The Green Border" is a wake-up call for all those who have forgotten the horrors on the edge of Europe, brought about by the policies of the supposedly democratic nations within.

The Polish filmmaker dramatises the plight of migrants from North Africa and the Middle East, who were lured to the Belarusian–Polish border by Belarusian government propaganda promising easy passage into the European Union and instead found themselves pawns in a geopolitical game.

When the Polish government cracked down, they were stranded, left to struggle and starve in the swampy, treacherous forests between the two countries.

Members of Poland's far-right government have attacked the movie without having seen it, comparing it to 'Nazi propaganda'.

Holland remains one of European cinema's most unflinching historic witnesses, however, having explored the legacy of the Holocaust in the Oscar-nominated Europa Europa (1990) and In Darkness (2011) and in Mr. Jones (2019) that of the Holodomor, the Soviet-imposed famine in Ukraine in the early 1930s.

A flop for Roman Polanski

Meanwhile, a few established directors were responsible for major flops.

Polanski's The Palace was a stinker, a nasty, unfunny class conflict — the set-up is a showdown between the rich and the serving staff at a New Year's Eve celebration in a swanky Swiss hotel. The clash opposing the have-nots and the 1% has been done much better, and with many more laughs, by Ruben Ostlund in Triangle of Sadness or Mark Mylod with The Menu.

If this is to be the last film by the 90-year-old director of Chinatown, Rosemary's Baby and Frantic, he's certainly decided to go out on a low.

Ferrari: a car crash with a fake Italian accent

Michael Mann, one of Hollywood's greatest living directors, who has been shut out of the studio system since his expensive (but quite good) mega-flop Blackhat, arrived in Venice with Ferrari, hoping the independently made film starring Adam Driver as the legendary Italian auto maker Enzo Ferrari would turbo-charge his career.

The racing scenes with gorgeous 1950s open-top, cherry-red Ferraris are thrilling, but the film is a car crash.

Driver plays Enzo as a dour macho who bullies and bribes his way to the top, all while cheating on his 'Italian' wife (Penelope Cruz speaking in her natural Spanish accent) with his 'Italian' mistress, who (to quote a favourite reviewer) in Shailene Woodley's performance feels about as authentically Italian as Pizza Hut. I hope Italy files a suit on the grounds of national defamation.

Luc Besson's wacky comeback film

The silly came in the form of Dogman, another potential comeback movie from another one-time superstar director.

Luc Besson ruled the 1990s action era with films like The Fifth Element and Leon: The Professional. His own galactic misfire — Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets — landed him in the Hollywood dog house.

Multiple #MeToo allegations kept him there, even though Besson was cleared on one assault charge and denies any wrongdoing.

Dogman is his shot at box office redemption.

The film stars Caleb Landry Jones as an abused boy who finds salvation in dogs and drag shows. Born in what looks like 1930s Alabama, he inexplicably grows up in modern-day New Jersey and, thanks to a Doctor Dolittle-esque ability to communicate with canines, he becomes a Garden State Robin Hood, stealing from the rich and helping the poor with the help of his four-legged shaggy army.

Besson's film feels like three or four movies smashed together — part action thriller, part coming-of-age sexual identity drama, part Home Alone with dogs — and is a crazy hot mess. I kinda loved it.

Jones is phenomenal. I don't know of any other actor who could transition from a shoot-em-up with Latino gangsters to lip-syncing 'La Foule' as a drag Edith Piaf. They'll need to create a new category at the Academy Awards to give this Dogman his due.

Poor Things: A new 'favourite' from Yorgos Lanthimos

But the real standout at the 80th Venice Film festival, the truly fantastic, was Yorgos Lanthimos's Poor Things.

The Greek director was last seen on the Lido with The Favourite, a period drama that smashed up every convention of the genre only to reassemble the pieces into something much more interesting.

With Poor Things, the reassembling is literal.

Emma Stone plays Bella Baxter, despairing Victorian housewife brought back from suicide and re-animated as a Frankenstein-like creature with a body of grown women and the mind of a child.

But this Frankenstein monster is horny. And a feminist. Suffice to say her journey out of the patriarchy will be eventful. And hilarious.

Stone's performance is fearless, jaw-droppingly good and packed with lines that will soon be quoted everywhere. (A personal favourite: "I just have to go punch that baby.") Put your money down now on Stone for best actress at next year's Oscars.

Cult director Harmony Korine goes for a 'vibe' without plot

Don't bet on Harmony Korine's Aggro Dr1ft taking home much in the coming awards season. His new movie, if the term even really applies to this experimental work — shot entirely with infrared cameras, creating a flat, trippy, video-game aesthetic — is less interested in reinventing cinema than obliterating it.

Korine, whose anti-movie movies Gummo, Trash Humpers and Spring Breakers have earned him cult status among midnight screening fanatics, has done away with things like plot, character or even performance. His actors speak in flat monotones, repeating the same cliched phrases — "I am the world's greatest assassin", "I'm here for my money" — and moving like badly animated characters in the cut scene of a first-person shooter, circa 2001. All while playing a thumping soundtrack composed by EDM production legend AraabMuzik.

Korine says he's less interested in "plot" than "vibe" and hoped his film would push cinema towards a new art form, one that fuses film, music and gaming.

Aggro Dr1ft ain't that. But it is an experience. One those of us lucky to encounter it in Venice this year will not soon forget.