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A Greek kisses Paris
Local
filmmaker Anna Kannava may not have the profile or success of other
Greek-Australian directors such as Ana Kokkinos or Alkinos Tsilimidos, but she
has slowly and carefully built up a body of work over the past 25 years that is
beautiful, inventive and delicately moving. From early experimental shorts, to the light comedy Vanilla Essence, to the colourful family portraits Ten Years After … Ten Years Older and The Butler, to her first feature film in
2004 Dreams for Life (starring Maria
Mercedes), her films have always been very interesting and deceptively artful.
Greek
themes have never been far from the surface in her work, but with her new film,
her second feature, Kissing Paris,
she, as the title boldly declares, veers off towards other cultures, other
feelings, different spaces. The film,
which premiered at the Brisbane International Film Festival, but has yet to be
screened in
Melbourne, was created here locally,
but a large proportion of it was filmed in
Paris. The film’s heroine, Claire, played by Natalie Vella (an actress equal
parts beauty and intelligence), is nominally Maltese, but could very well
easily be Greek. Nagged by a feeling of
disappointment, and piqued by some old love letters of her mother’s, Claire
decides to leave boyfriend Andrew and go to
Of course,
I am
intrigued by one other question though: what prompted writer/director Kannava,
a Greek living in
Australia,
to make a film about
Paris? When I was in
Kannava is
clearly a broad-minded soul, a cultural adventurer, and an intellectual
investigator. As demonstrated in her
other films also, she is able to mix cultures, situations and feelings within
the one context, in the process creating interesting connections between things
and people.
Kissing Paris is a delightul film on many other
levels also though, and I urge everyone to track it down when it is finally
screened and released in
Melbourne. A small, low-budget production, it was shot
on the streets and Metro of Paris very quickly, mainly just by Kannava and her actress, and because of this has an immediacy, freshness,
and documentary flavour to it that is wonderful. Kannava sees the
Seine,
and the grand old buildings, and the cafes, with a distinctive eye, and the
film swims in many playful French songs. And the editor Natalya Beloborodova has taken the raw footage and
created jazzy montages and a satisfying overall film, from sometimes rough,
quick shots.
On my
recent trip to
Greece, I
went to other European cities too, including
Paris, and it is indeed an intoxicating
place. Lovers stop at street corners and
kiss, replicating those famous photos from the past. Are they playing with the cliché? Are they building a new expression? Are they simply in love? All three I’d say.
© Bill Mousoulis July 2009 This review first appeared in Neos Kosmos, 7 July 2009. reference
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