I’ll begin by apologizing for my tardiness as festival fatigue has finally worn off following its conclusion. I saw a total of fifteen films at this year’s Philadelphia Film Festival, most of which were well worth seeing barring a couple of duds. This sheer volume of viewing paired with my continuing obsession with comparing my opinions with others’ yielded something fruitful, more specifically an overarching moment of self-reflection regarding my personal tastes. I’ve further distanced myself from past fears of harboring dissenting opinions, and thankfully, I feel much more confident in ironing out the criteria to befit my growing canon of personal favorites. Catching up with wide-release fare I’ve missed throughout the festival’s duration will prove tiresome, but I plan on eliminating a few blind spots in between these viewings whenever possible. Feel free to check out my ranked list of everything I saw at PFF24 here.
Equal parts resonant and revolutionary, Anomalisa is indeed an anomaly in the realm of animated cinema and one that remains unrivaled in the realm of dense humanistic surrealism. The collaborative stop motion effort from directors Duke Johnson and Charlie Kaufman invites us into the exceedingly hollow existence of one Michael Stone (David Thewlis): a well-to-do author that’s recently arrived in Cincinnati to speak at a customer service seminar. We’re offered insight into the ins and outs of Michael’s life from moment to moment, however everyone around him looks and sounds exactly the same, the effect of which slowly chips away at the man’s wavering resolve.
Kaufman as a writer has always been a purveyor of richly drawn characters in his scripts. Michael is no exception, what with his chronic dissatisfaction with himself and others proving to hamstring his search for a meaningful, moreover unique connection with another. The ever-present voice of Tom Noonan as (literally) everyone else helps to exacerbate the vacuous undesirability of his current state of living, and what plays out – despite the routine inanity of his hotel stay – is never less than fully engaging. Michael’s intermittent bouts of frantic desperation are nigh-harrowing peeks into the man’s cracking psyche, the likes of which are made better through the complementing stop motion approach.
Michael’s ensuing connection with Lisa sheds further light on Anomalisa‘s thematic heft as he rounds the corner but continues to flounder in the face of his worsening identity crisis. From here, to fully dissect the significance of this relationship would take hours and subsequently speak volumes about the quality of the film alone, however it’s the film’s obvious technical merits that work to fully round it out as a modern marvel. Anomalisa assuredly doesn’t skimp on attention to detail in the realm of true-to-form craftsmanship, the likes of which are evidenced from one frame to the next via beautifully expressive characters and mood-enhancing aesthetic.
Anomalisa is at once a gold standard of the animated medium and a richly detailed examination of a man in the throes of existential turmoil. Kaufman’s script accentuates his knack for humor and intelligence shot through with an air of melancholic relatability, and in addition to its darkly comedic mastery, the film as an objectively artistic feat warrants all of the praise it’s garnered. It may not click for some by way of straightforward narrative – graphic sexual relations especially – but what’s presented doesn’t come off as pretentious or slight despite a confined setting and deceptively simple central premise.
This year’s festival circuit has yielded quite the crop of talent. From reemerging masters to fledgling auteurs, this fall season has me itching to see what many already have. I’ve done my best to avoid spoilers as I steadfastly compiled a list of what I’d most like to see at this year’s Philadelphia Film Festival, of which begins this Thursday with two back-to-back screenings of Charlie Kaufman’s Anomalisa. I’ll be attending the earlier of the two thanks to the convenience offered by my work schedule, and throughout the ten days that follow I’ll be seeing an additional fourteen films. Part of me is questioning my resolve in relation to the task at hand, then again I live here and am offered the luxury of being able to space these screenings out accordingly to much of my own excitement. I invite you to peruse my full schedule below as well as my list ranking of everything I’ve seen this year thus far here.
To those who know me personally, a list like this created by yours truly is about as uncommon as cheese on pizza (SPOILER: If you eat cheese-less pizza then, well, you’re doing it wrong). That being said, I’ve become particularly fond of anti-romantic “self-torture” films that astound and depress in equal measure, their protagonists suffering through varying degrees of hardship as it’s typically not triumphed over. From a simple case of love on the rocks to a more sprawling effort with a touched-upon, moreover unifying narrative impetus, I feel that this list is a mildly eclectic one that illustrates the many faces of anti-romantic cinema. Consider it my Valentine’s Day gift to you.