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Digital
Revelations in South Central LA
Tony
Keily and Lir Mac
Cárthaigh talk to Sophie Fiennes, an emerging documentarist
with a very personal working method. Her Hoover Street Revival
applies this method to an exceptional case of ghetto evangelism.
[Extract]
We were very interested in the organisation of the material
in both of your films.
It's an instinctive thing about
how you reveal things. About how you handle anticipation and
the need for information. You're creating a route for the
audience and yourself. It's less about story than about using
images to shift the quality of feelings. I work both intuitively
and rigorously. I ask myself how I can choreograph emotions.
There seems to be a conservative
worry on the part of many documentary filmmakers to establish
things too clearly. Are the audience getting it? Are they
understanding it? In HSR we get a shot of the Bishop
cleaning his glasses before we know it's the bishop. It takes
us another ten minutes to work out who this man that we've
seen is.
I'm using the language of fiction
for real material. If I set everything up too clearly at the
beginning, there's no interest: this is L.A., this is The
Ghetto and so on. I want everything to be revealed gradually
to the viewer.
There's a scene when you have
a young tough-looking guy in his apartment. We're with him
for a while before he gets up and goes into the bathroom and
there's his little daughter in the bath. That fact completely
changes the view we've just formed of him...
Yes. You say, this is a fucked-up
house and they're playing their music and smoking spliffs.
Suddenly there's a baby in the bath and the audience perception
has to shift.
Also we don't know who the hell
he is or why we're watching him!
He's relevant to what the Bishop
says, to his message. But not in an obvious way.
At another point in HSR
we see a man reclining on a bed listening to a tape of the
Bishop. Then later we're brought into a prison and we get
the same shot of that character on the bed. but only then
do we realize he's a prisoner.
Same as the Bishop with his glasses.
I love that when I'm watching a film. That "Oh I see!"
moment. In the Dardenne brothers' films there's sometimes
something going on that's so subtle you have to ask yourself
whether it's there or not. Then it's confirmed and you have
this wonderful feeling of complicit dialogue between the viewer
and film.
In BIS you have a ping-pong
game dropped into the film that isn't strictly 'relevant'
to anything. If you applied a strict economy of exclusion
of 'irelevenat' material, that couldn't be there.
That kind of thinking comes from
a word-based, essay-writing view of the world. Justification.
Images carry different types of emphasis, and that's what
you work with.
The
full text of this article is printed in Film Ireland
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