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Film Review: Alice and All the Streets are Silent

Arts Review2021-7-22By: Marc Glassman

 

Skateboards, hip hop and a risqué French comedy
Reviews by Marc Glassman

 

Alice
(France, 103 min, 2019)

Josephine Mackerras, director & writer

Starring: Emilie Piponnier (Alice Ferrand), Martin Swabey (Francois Ferrand), Chloé Boreham (Lisa), Jules Milo Levy Mackerras (Jules Ferrand), Ariana Rodriguez Giraldo (Ariana)

A young, beautiful married Parisian woman becomes freer and more powerful when she takes up prostitution for a living. As a twitter-style one-liner, that should get your attention. But what if you found out that it not only describes Alice, a French film which won the SXSW Grand Jury Narrative Feature Award but also Belle de Jour, the Luis Bunuel hit from 1967, which starred Catherine Deneuve? It’s fascinating that an idea, which was considered surrealist 50 years ago is now material for the feminist filmmaker Josephine Mackerras. As the French say, plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose, or the more things change, the more they remain the same.
Perhaps the bigger question for Alice’s director and writer Mackerras, is “how feminist is your film?” The answer isn’t straight-forward. Alice is so naïve in her love of Francois that she’s absolutely blindsided when she discovers that he’s left her and their child Jules penniless, and simply disappeared. Worse, the money he’s taken was from her parents and paid for their apartment, which now can be seized by the bank within weeks. The plot is worthy of Dickens, or given that it’s France, Zola.

In a massive switch in our initial perceptions of her as an innocent, Alice finds out that Francois spent their money on a high-priced escort service—and goes about getting back her equity by working there. It’s ironic that not only is she as attractive as the other prostitutes—that’s obvious–but she also finds her experiences as a paid “fallen woman” to be awkward and almost funny. Of course, the clientele for Elegant Escorts in Paris won’t consist of brutes, but there are ways to be vicious and arrogant even among the very rich. Nothing seems to happen to Alice with her escorts except for repetitively normal sex, the kind of thing that Francois could definitely have had for free with his wife.

Alice not only finds new ways to be free, but she also acquires a new BFF, Lisa, who teaches her how to be a great escort and is fun-loving and philosophical—after all, this is Paris. So it seems almost too didactic when a somewhat repentant Francois returns, begging forgiveness—and quickly starts trying to assert himself again. We see the trap coming. What will the patriarchal legal and banking system do to Alice if she opposes Francois and his attempts at reconciliation? She may have prostituted herself to save her home and kid but as James Brown once put it, “This is a Man’s world.”

The innovative Ms. Mackerras does have another twist up her sleeve, of course, and as a faithful film reviewer, I shan’t reveal it to you. But what she’s created here is a strange sort of feminist critique. Denouncing the male system in the abstract is as revolutionary as attacking capitalism while embracing a bourgeois lifestyle. While it may not be wholeheartedly feminist, Alice is an often-charming film, which benefits from a fine performance by Emilie Piponnier as the titular character. One can see a bright future for her and Josephine Mackerras.

 

All the Streets are Silent:
The Convergence of Hip Hop and Skateboarding (1987-1997)

USA/89 minutes/2021

Jeremy Elkin, director & co-writer w/Dana Brown

Narrated by Eli Morgan Gelsner w/Rosario Dawson, Harold Hunter, Justin Pierce, Keith Hufnagel, Darryl McDaniels (Run-D.M.C.), Jefferson Pang, Bobbito Garcia, Stretch Armstrong, Kool Keith, Leo Fitzpatrick, Mike Hernandez, DJ Clark Kent, Kid Capri, Mike Carroll, Moby, Fab 5 Freddy, Peter Bici, Yuki Watanabe, Clayton Patterson, Beatrice Domond, Tyshawn Jones

Trust a Canadian to make a documentary even if he’s miles from home. Montreal born and bred Jeremy Elkin identified with New York as a youth and, in particular, the amazing street culture that emerged there in the Eighties. Montreal had a small skateboarding scene—it’s hard to build up one in the snowy downtown—and a slightly bigger hip hop culture. For Elkin, travelling down to New York to skate in the Eighties and be part of the exciting club environment must have been the best thing he’d ever experienced. Now, 25 years later, he’s made a doc that evokes the scene that made him into the artist he is, All the Streets are Silent, a heartfelt adieu to the true funky NYC before Giuliani gentrified it.

Elkin’s doc covers the crucial period when rock and soul music ceased to be relevant, ceding truly popular music over to hip hop and rap. While the new music was being heard in clubs and the neighbourhoods, on turntables and in live performances, skateboarding in New York took off on the streets of Queens and Brooklyn. Both the musicians and the boarders meshed with the hot new clothes, dances and graffiti to create a vibrant, if often violent, scene for youths in the city. Elkin recognizes the simultaneous reaction of people from every genre—skateboarders, dressmakers, turntablists, poets, producers, musicians, promoters, painters—who wanted to make something new while gangs in Manhattan, Brooklyn and Queens were fighting each other and the city was nearly bankrupt.

The simultaneity of New York having great skateboarders and hip-hop artists in the late Seventies and Eighties wasn’t missed by people at that time. Early videos show how well skateboarders, those magnificent athletes, move–if only unconsciously—to the rhythms of hip-hop. Throughout Elkin’s doc, people speak about the Zoo York mixtape (1997), which magnificently captured how well the styles meshed. All the Streets are Silent inherits the feel of Zoo York and offers it to a far bigger audience. (I recommend that you see Zoo York on YouTube; it’s free, and gives you a great sense of what Elkin is recreating in the film.)

To make a great doc that evokes the recent past, you need two things: wonderful visuals from the era and access to the people still alive to tell the tale. Elkin has both, which allows him to slowly savour what happened over the course of a decade. Manhattanites and even some people from Queens and Brooklyn weren’t convinced about hip-hop scenesters and skateboarders until Club Mars opened on 10th Avenue and 13th Street in the early Eighties. It was a nowhere area then; now it’s an expensive district near the Whitney Museum and the High Line. Mars’s operator Yuki Watanabe, interviewed now and shown in archival footage, produced different shows on each floor—and all were exciting. Moby was the first DJ hired at Mars, and in his interviews, he talks of others who were just as good, particularly DJ Clark Kent. The early Eighties saw other clubs opening up with more and more attention paid to the musicians and skateboarders, who wanted to do their thing and be paid for it. New companies formed that wanted to work with them and that trend, which has made some wealthy, continues today.

Throughout the film, the beauty of skateboarding is given the rapt attention it deserves. We see the boarders executing near-impossible moves leaping up ten steps to get to the top of a subway landing and then maneuvering magnificently through the tight dank urban scene. Elkin loves them and the doc helps to immortalize the skaters: Harold Hunter, Keith Hufnagel, Jefferson Pang and others. They give us an instinctive and visceral take on the city at that time, as do hip-hop giants like Run DMC and Busta Rhymes. All are in the film.

Even the coolest scene needs a kick-start to get widely known. In the early Nineties, the great photographer Larry Clark appeared in lower Manhattan. He took pictures and hung out with the young misfits who littered downtown, partying, skating, taking drugs, having sex, pulling scams. He showed them his masterpiece, the photobook Tulsa, and they were persuaded that the cowboys back there were like them, and that Clark could take beautiful photos and make a fine film. With their participation, and the collaboration of a gifted young artist named Harmony Korine, he made Kids, a spectacular hit that made NYC’s scene into a place that the hipsters worldwide wanted to come to and enjoy. Rosario Dawson, one of the stars of Kids, has gone on to fashion a great career and she’s on hand in the doc to give context to the boarders and the scene she knew so well back then.

Elkin’s documentary points out that capitalism, at least on a small scale, isn’t a bad thing. Thanks to skateboard makers, magazine publishers, video artists, independent producers and fashion designers, something miraculous happened. Those crazy kids from the Eighties? If they haven’t died, we see them finally cut into a pie that is finally offering them money. Good on them. They deserve it.

What about New York? Are the streets truly silent? Has gentrification destroyed the city that never sleeps?

My opinion?

New York will never die and youth will always be radical and ornery. All the Streets are Silent brilliantly tells us about one amazing time in the city–and if hip-hop and skateboarding interest you, it’s a great idea to see the film.

Me? I endorse Elkin but will always be in thrall of the NYC I knew in my youth, beautifully captured in Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller’s doo-wop rock’n’roll classic “The Boy from New York City” and the lyrics “he’s so cute in his mohair suit and he keeps his pockets full of spending loot.” Yes, it rhymes, too, and reeks of the same streets, but at a different time.

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