Winter Film Festival

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The 2019 Festival dates/times will be:

  • Friday, January 25, 2019 - 6:30 pm -  Bel Canto
  • Saturday, January 26, 2019 - 2:00 pm  - Transit
  • Saturday, January 26, 2019 - 4:30 pm - If Beale Street Could Talk
  • Saturday, Jan 26,  2019 -  6:45 pm - Reception in Victoria Hall with entertainment by Tanya Wills Trio
  • Sunday, January 27, 2019 - 1:30 pm  - Beautiful Boy
  • Sunday, January 27, 2019 - 4:00 pm - Puzzle

Details on the films are below.

Saturday January 31, 2015 1:30pm
Rainbow Cinemas, Northumberland Mall, Cobourg

monsoonAbout Monsoon A visually stunning meditation on the annual rains that descend upon India, and their alternately disastrous and beneficial impact on Indian society, economy, agriculture, and individual lives. For Veteran filmmaker Sturla Gunnarsson, the monsoon functions as a godlike entity, capable of bringing and sustaining life and destroying it - a duality that sparks profound reflections on the nature of order, chaos, creation, and faith in a perpetually mysterious universe.

Chasing the weather system from when it hits land in the south (where a family anxiously awaits its arrival) to its passage through large cities like Calcutta and Mumbai and on into the northern sections of the country, Gunnarsson speaks to Indians from all walks of life about the monsoon's manifold effects: the head of the Indian Meteorological Society, who zealously (and hilariously) polices his statements in the knowledge that an inopportune phrasing could cause markets to plummet, so significant is the monsoon to agriculture; a movie star, who discusses the storm's function as a herald of romance in countless Bollywood movies; a bookie who takes bets on when and whether the skies will open up; park rangers endeavouring to protect endangered animals exposed to poachers by the floods; and many more.

Director:  Sturla Gunnarsson (Director of Force of Nature: The David Suzuki Movie)
Genre:  Documentary   Language: English
Runtime: 108 minutes  Rating:  PG
Screenplay:  Sturla Gunnarsson
Cinematographer: Van Royko

Review

by Jason Gorber

monsoonThere's something primal about our fascination with storms, something connected for even the most urban of city dwellers to the enormous forces that shape our planet. It's no surprise that earlier civilizations named gods after these elements, and that for millennia the cleansing and chaos brought by heavy rain has shaped our very existence.

There are few storms so tied to the survival of a good chunk of our species than the Indian Monsoon. It's a fickle storm, one that can drench and destroy one area while leaving another desiccated. It's a force so entwined with our condition that it's hard not to see anthropomorphised elements, aspects of malice or kindness, a system operating on a scope with a speed and ferocity that's near impossible to predict, and harder to tame.

Award winning documentarian Sturla Gunnarsson returns to TIFF with another of his meditations on nature, traveling throughout the subcontinent to see the affect that this seasonal storm has on one of the world's most populous areas. A mix of personal diary, voxpop documentation and poetic tonepoem, the film plays as a laconic, at times dreamlike tale of this remarkable event.

The film is shot beautifully, capturing in detail not only the stunning colours and sights of India, but the small details in the houses of those down south waiting for the rains to come and the dry and cracked desert a bit further north.

monsoonThe film is more than simply nature porn, however - the vistas give way to office bureaucracies, where we see how the specifics of weather prediction in this country are equal parts science, art and politics.
The rains are tied to pop culture in the form of romantic Bollywood escape, and terror in the form of wanton destruction. These are rains that can't quite wipe clean the slums, rains that rip mercilessly through small villages. This is water that helps sustain wildlife, but also causes endangered species to migrate away from protected areas into the waiting arms of poachers.

The monsoon is of course more than just a storm. It's a system, a giant cacophony of torrential rain that blankets the nation. It's both the magnitude of its effect and the vagaries of its behavior, as the film ably demonstrates.

Gunnarson's dry narration is a contrast to the epic events on screen. Yet its moments of great humanity, either in the form of destruction or the simple act of laying bets on rain, shows the remarkable variety of ways this one event helps define a country.

In such a disparate place, with wildly different topographies and demographics, the rains provide a kind of grand connection to the entirety of the Indian mosaic. All is affected, whether a drop falls or not, so it's no surprise that this event takes on the importance that it does.

As a window into this event, and a kind of love letter to the nation of India, Gunnarsson's Monsoon is a strong, compelling piece with sumptuous photography buttressed by interesting storylines. Like the storm itself, it's best perhaps to sit back and let it wash over you, taking in the elements as they come in, embracing the subtleties and brash moments as they flow forth. Monsoon is both an event and a journey, and Gunnarsson seems to be an able and welcome guide.

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