Edinburgh Film Festival 2011: Day Four - Trollhunter, The Caller, Post-Mortem

As there are fewer press screenings at the weekend, and because I was only able to see one movie today for tediously practical reasons, I am compressing the weekend into one blog. I began Saturday morning with a movie I had been looking forward to: the Norwegian Trollhunter, whose title gives you a pretty good idea of its plot. Some student filmmakers meet a guy in Norway who hunts trolls. Our man in Oz - Oliver Pfeiffer reviewed it at the Sydney Film Festival recently. The trolls, and the trollhunter himself, do not disappoint. They are fairly imaginatively rendered, and there is plenty of humour throughout. The rules about the trolls come from Norwegian and Scandinavian mythology. They can smell the blood of Christians, for instance, and sunlight will turn them into stone (though a strong UV bulb will do it). When a Muslim character turns up, and asks if the trolls can smell her, the hunter finally looks uncertain. €˜You know, I really don€™t know,€™ he admits. There are a few big laughs, and plenty of smiles, but part of me was slightly disappointed in the movie. I don€™t think the problem lies in the movie being €˜too Norwegian,€™ in its allusions to trolls and myth. A lot of these references I probably missed, but I don€™t think it stops the movie being enjoyable. What I did have a bit of a problem with is the basic format of the film: it€™s another handheld, €˜found footage€™ movie, like Cannibal Holocaust. And The Blair Witch Project. And Cloverfield. And Paranormal Activities. I€™m just bored with it. I realise in this case it€™s a bit of a parody, specifically of Blair Witch, and the pretence of passing it off as genuine is entirely tongue-in-cheek in this case. But why parody Blair Witch 12 years after the fact? After a certain point it felt like the whole conceit was done because there just isn€™t enough plot after the basic idea of the movie is expressed; it just becomes a series of, well, Troll hunts. I would have preferred a €˜normal€™ movie of the same story. I didn€™t have as high expectations for The Caller, a low-budget thriller starring Rachelle Lefevre and Stephen Moyer. Despite their vampiric backgrounds (they€™re from €œTwilight€ and the €œTrue Blood€ TV series respectively), the basic concept is less gothic horror than sci-fi; a woman starts receiving slightly creepy phone-calls from a woman who claims to be from the past. It€™s a simple enough idea, and a modest little movie, but I thought it was surprisingly enjoyable, and the plot worked despite the fact I kept expecting it to go off the rails. It€™s not my favourite scary-caller movie (that would be the original Black Christmas, followed by the first ten minutes of Scream) but I€™d recommend it; my full review is available here. The Edinburgh Film Festival has very early press screenings (9am is €˜very early€™ by my standards) and over the years they have had a perverse habit of putting the most stomach-churning stuff on first thing. So as I digested my porridge this morning I got to watch a Chilean movie called Post-Mortem, whose title ought to have been a clue. It is full of cadavers, although most of them are more energetic than the lead actor, Alfredo Castro. He works in a morgue, wheeling the dead around and watching post-mortems take place. That these scenes are pretty unpleasant is no surprise, and I suppose they ought to be. But this movie has that classic Film Festival combination of repulsion and boredom. He is not an interesting character. He develops a slightly pathetic relationship with a cabaret dancer who lives next door. They engage in some of the least erotic sex ever committed to film. She disappears mysteriously and he goes in search of her while people are being killed by the Chilean army (it is set during the 1973 military coup). There was promise in the movie€™s early scenes: they are well filmed, on an appealingly grainy film stock. But it quickly descended into self-important twaddle. Oh well. Tomorrow I am back on regular schedule, with movies including a documentary about Bob Marley, and Meet Monica Velour starring Kim Cattrall. Adam Whyte, our man in the Highlands is attending the Edinburgh Film Festival. Check out all his reviews HERE.
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I've been a film geek since childhood, and am yet to find a cure. Not an auteurist, but my favourite directors include Robert Altman, Ernst Lubitsch, Welles, Hitch and Kurosawa. I also love Powell & Pressburger movies, anything with Fred Astaire, Cary Grant or Katherine Hepburn, the space-ballet of 2001, Ealing comedies, subversive genre cinema and that bit in The Producers with the fountain.