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To read Scott Foundas' review of Rodrigo García's film Nine Lives, click here.
Now, with Nine Lives, which recently won the Golden Leopard for best film at the Locarno Film Festival, García dramatizes a critical 10-to-14-minute snippet from a day in the lives of nine ordinary L.A. women. In doing so, García gave himself a Five Obstructions–style challenge: Take Things You Can Tell, add more vignettes, make each vignette shorter, and there can’t be any cuts — each of the nine stories unfolds in real time, in one continuous camera take.“I wanted to make a movie that would consist of really short moments, that would be a sort of mosaic,” he says. “When you’re watching it, it sort of floods you, and you’re not quite sure what you’ve seen, but then maybe when you go away, you say, ‘Oh, that was a world.’ That’s a big ambition, and I didn’t feel quite ready to do it. So I thought, ‘Okay, I’ll do a preparation movie for that. I won’t do 70 or 80 moments — I’ll just do nine.’ ”The result is an excellent example of doing more with less. Telling each story in less time than he allowed himself in Things You Can Tell, García achieves a more elliptical and more resonant impact. We never notice the technical complexity of filming an unbroken shot through a funeral Mass or in a women’s prison. Instead, we delve into intriguing slivers of narrative — each woman’s pain goes on after her scene concludes, and we are left to wonder if she’ll ever find any sort of resolution. (In a break from tradition, Locarno awarded its best-actress prize to Nine Lives’ entire female ensemble.)“I’m more interested in problems that don’t have a solution,” says García. “Many of us live out our lives with one or two difficult relationships — with our sons, our fathers, our neighbors, our lovers. And we never resolve them. I’m interested in that. That’s why maybe sometimes I do the short form, because it’s very difficult to find a longer story where, at the end, most people are exactly where they were at the beginning.”Although we talk chiefly about his characters and their open-ended struggles, I can’t resist asking García about his father, acclaimed novelist Gabriel García Márquez. Thankfully, he’s not hesitant about the subject, and if he’s supposed to be concerned about the expectations that come when an artist’s son starts to spread his wings, he isn’t.“Especially when I talk to journalists from Colombia or Latin America, these questions always come up,” he says. “And I say to them, ‘I wanted to be a cameraman, and you guys surmised that I did that so that I wouldn’t write, like my father. If I’d decided to be a writer, you’d say, ‘He wants to be a writer, because he wants to compete with ?his dad.’ ”But although their milieus are very different, his father’s subtle influence might help explain what inspired García’s self-described “stubborn mania” about working in vignettes.“My dad always greatly admired the short stories of Hemingway,” he recalls. “He used to say, quite frankly, that his own novels were better than Hemingway’s, but that Hemingway’s short stories were unbeatable. He loved and admired novels, but short stories were it. He always found them really difficult and admired those who wrote them well.”García pauses and looks at me. He knows what I’m thinking, and he says it with a self-effacing smile. “So now you’re psychoanalyzing me. Because there’s a field I picked to play on where I have a chance of competing with my dad, doctor.”