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‘Yo (Love Is a Rebellious Bird)’ Review: A Filmmaker’s Moving, Joyful, Formally Inventive Doc Tribute to Her Free-Spirited Friend
A singular, inventive and touchingly intimate documentary, director Anna Fitch’s Yo (Love Is a Rebellious Bird), co-directed and edited by Banker White, recounts the life of Yolanda “Yo” Shea, a free-spirited Swiss immigrant born in the 1920s whom Fitch (in her 40s now) was close friends with right up until Yo’s death. Although this tender portrait — told with puppetry, collages, nearly animated still photographs and candid film footage taken while Yo was alive — is limned with grief, it’s ultimately a deeply joyful work, crafted with painstaking care and precision.
Both Fitch and White appear in front of the camera a fair bit here, but their presence never feels self-indulgent, and they certainly never upstage the star of the show, Yo herself. It’s just that, as Anna’s voiceover implies, a bit of contextualization is needed to understand how these two women from very different generations came to be such good friends. Turns out they had lots in common: Both were only children; both artists, although Fitch trained as an entomologist at first (she’s made several nature documentaries featuring bugs, and caterpillars get a major supporting role here); both weren’t from California originally, although that’s where they ended up living; both became mothers; both have strikingly full heads of wavy hair, and so on.
Yo (Love Is a Rebellious Bird)
The Bottom Line Takes flight and soars.
Venue: Berlin Film Festival (Competition)
With: Yolanda Shea, Anna Fitch, Banker White
Director/screenwriter: Anna Fitch
1 hour 18 minutes
The whimsical listing of parallel experiences major and minor has a (slightly faux) naïve, recitative quality, as if we were looking at things through the eyes of a child. That suits the artless, unfiltered way Yo describes her life, spending a fair amount of time recollecting her own childhood. Meanwhile, 1/3 scale sets that Fitch builds of Yo’s dinky little house, and the even smaller models of 19th Street in Pacific Grove where that house was located, obviously evoke dolls’ houses, just a little bit bigger and constructed to facilitate filming sequences inside them re-enacting scenes from Yo’s last years. Everything inside this tiny, pastel-colored, seaside bungalow where Yo lived is recreated in miniature, down to the blankets on her bed, the fireplace and perhaps (although I can’t entirely confirm this last one) the ounce-sized bags of weed Yo smokes her way through, having been a pothead most of her adult life.
But before we get to an accounting of her druggy years, including a fateful acid trip that changed her life, we learn about her childhood in Italian-speaking Switzerland being raised by conventional parents apparently baffled by the weird, naturally rebellious kid they’d raised. At one point, as we hear Yo talking about her early years, the film cuts in luridly Technicolor footage from a 1955 German children’s film, Der Struwwelpeter, directed by Fritz Genschow, an adaptation of the classic folk tale about a tonsorially unkempt character who cuts off the fingers of disobedient children who don’t cut their nails or comb their hair.
Those clips go very well with the mildly eerie atmosphere that counters the notes of sweetness throughout — apt given that Yo was clearly a complicated character, loving toward her four children but also angry, fearless and determined to pursue her own truth, even if that meant making herself homeless to spend a long time hitchhiking up and down Highway One, the children left behind with her ex-husband. One anecdote about attending her own mother’s funeral and the reception afterwards, and getting so stoned with her husband’s brother she decides to have sex with him in her late mother’s bed, sort of sums Yo up — perhaps in a not entirely flattering way.
And yet it’s hard not to admire and warm to this unflinchingly honest, eccentric woman, especially the one we meet in her last years, worn thin by age but still beautiful, with a beady, impish gaze. A proper hippie to the end, she has no embarrassment about letting Anna film her naked in the bathtub while she chats away to a visiting helper.
She takes delight in so many things, even things that frighten her, like birds, a phobia she’s had since childhood but that doesn’t stop her from putting out nuts for a demanding blue jay she’s befriended. At one point, she remembers telling a guidance counselor as a teen that she didn’t want to work with children because she didn’t like them, even found them frightening. And yet she had those four kids, met here now in their own late middle age, and she’s affectionate and grandmotherly when seen bouncing Anna and Banker’s own infant daughter, who later insists on sharing her copy of Pat the Bunny with Yo as the latter lies in a hospital bed.
We learn that Yo went to art school in the end, and became close friends with artists of her generation, including Dadaist scultptor Jean Tinguely. But what’s interesting is that the film never tries to make out that Yo herself is a historically significant character. She’s just someone the filmmakers knew, loved and spent time with. But based on what we see here, she was remarkable in her own right — in many ways no less deserving of the documentary treatment than anyone else, a formidable woman and an indomitable spirit.
White’s jaunty editing ensures the proceedings roll merrily along, and yet the richness of detail in every frame makes this feel longer than its lean 71-minute running time, but not at all in a negative way. A varied smattering of classical music cuts, ranging from Bach fugues to snatches from Carmen and Madame Butterfly and a smidge of minimalist maestro Terry Riley, add a touch of formal dignity that complements the narrative.
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‘Project Hail Mary’ Review: Ryan Gosling and a Rock Make Sci-Fi Magic
In contrast to other sci-fi heroes, like Interstellar’s Cooper, who ventures into the unknown for the sake of humanity and discovery, knowing the sacrifice of giving up his family, Grace is externally a cynical coward. With no family to call his own, you’d think he’d have the will to go into space for the sake of the planet’s future. Nope, he’s got no courage because the man is a cowardly dog. However, Goddard’s script feels strikingly reflective of our moment. Grace has the tools to make a difference; the Earth flashbacks center on him working towards a solution to the antimatter issue, replete with occasionally confusing but never alienating dialogue. He initially lacks the conviction, embodying a cynicism and hopelessness that many people fall into today.
The film threads this idea effectively through flashbacks that reveal his reluctance, giving the story a tragic undercurrent. Yet, it also makes his relationship with Rocky, the first living thing he truly learns to care for, ever more beautiful.
When paired with Rocky, Gosling enters the rare “puppet scene partner” hall of fame alongside Michael Caine in The Muppet Christmas Carol, never letting the fact that he’s acting opposite a puppet disrupt the sincerity of his performance. His commitment to building a gradual, affectionate friendship with this animatronic creation feels completely natural, and the chemistry translates beautifully on screen. It stands as one of the stronger performances of his career.
Project Hail Mary is overly long, and while it can be deeply affecting, the film leans on a few emotional fake-outs that become repetitive in the latter half. By the third time it deploys the same sentimental beat, the effect begins to feel cloying, slightly dulling the powerful emotions it built earlier. The constant intercutting between past and present can also feel thematically uneven at times, occasionally undercutting the narrative momentum. At 2 hours and 36 minutes, the film feels like it’s stretching itself to meet a blockbuster runtime when a tighter cut might have served better.
FINAL STATEMENT
Project Hail Mary is a meticulously crafted, hopeful, and dazzling space epic that proves the most moving friendship in film this year might just be between Ryan Gosling and a rock.
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Dan Webster reviews “WTO/99”
DAN WEBSTER:
It may now seem like ancient history, especially to younger listeners, but it was only 26 years ago when the streets of Seattle were filled with protesters, police and—ultimately—scenes of what ended up looking like pure chaos.
It is those scenes—put together to form a portrait of what would become known as the “Battle of Seattle” —that documentary filmmaker Ian Bell captures in his powerful documentary feature WTO/99.
We’ve seen any number of documentaries over the decades that report on every kind of social and cultural event from rock concerts to war. And the majority of them follow a typical format: archival footage blended with interviews, both with participants and with experts who provide an informational, often intellectual, perspective.
WTO/99 is something different. Like The Perfect Neighbor, a 2026 Oscar-nominated documentary feature, Bell’s film consists of what could be called found footage. What he has done is amass a series of news reports and personal video recordings into an hour-and-42-minute collection of individual scenes, mostly focused on a several-block area of downtown Seattle.
That is where a meeting of the WTO, the World Trade Organization, was set to be held between Nov. 30 and Dec. 3, 1999. Delegates from around the world planned to negotiate trade agreements (what else?) at the Washington State Convention and Trade Center.
Months before the meeting, however, a loose coalition of groups—including NGOs, labor unions, student organizations and various others—began their own series of meetings. Their objective was to form ways to protest not just the WTO but, to some of them, the whole idea of a world order they saw as a threat to the economic independence of individual countries.
Bell’s film doesn’t provide much context for all this. What we mostly see are individuals arguing their points of view as they prepare to stop the delegates from even entering the convention center. Meanwhile, Seattle authorities such as then-Mayor Paul Schell and then-Police Chief Norm Stamper—with brief appearances by Gov. Gary Locke and King County Executive Ron Sims—discuss counter measures, with Schell eventually imposing a curfew.
That decision comes, though, after what Bell’s film shows is a peaceful protest evolving into a street fight between people parading and chanting, others chained together and splinter groups intent on smashing the storefronts of businesses owned by what they see as corporate criminals. One intense scene involves a young woman begging those breaking windows to stop and asking them why they’re resorting to violence. In response a lone voice yells their reasoning: “Self-defense.”
Even more intense, though, are the actions of the Seattle police. We see officers using pepper spray, tear gas, flash grenades and other “non-lethal” means such as firing rubber pellets into the crowd. In one scene, a uniformed guy—not identified as a police officer but definitely part of the security crowd, which included National Guardsmen—is shown kicking a guy in the crotch.
The media, too, can’t avoid criticism. Though we see broadcast reporters trying to capture what was happening—with some affected like everybody else by the tear gas that filled the streets like a winter fog—the reports they air seem sketchy, as if they’re doctors trying to diagnose a serious illness by focusing on individual cells. And the images they capture tend to highlight the violence over the well-meaning actions of the vast majority of protesters.
Reactions to what Bell has put on the screen are bound to vary, based on each viewer’s personal politics. Bell revels his own stance by choosing selectively from among thousands of hours of video coverage to form the narrative he feels best captures what happened those two decades-and-change ago.
If nothing else, WTO/99 does reveal a more comprehensive picture of what happened than we got at the time. And, too, it should prepare us for the future. The way this country is going, we’re bound to see a lot more of the same.
Call it the “Battle for America.”
For Spokane Public Radio, I’m Dan Webster.
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Movies 101 host Dan Webster is the senior film critic for Spokane Public Radio.
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Movie Review: ‘Scream 7’ – Catholic Review
NEW YORK (OSV News) – As its title suggests, “Scream 7” (Paramount) is the latest extension of a long-lived horror franchise, one that’s currently approaching its 30th anniversary on screen. Since each chapter of this slasher saga has been a bloodsoaked mess, the series’ longevity will strike moviegoers of sense as inexplicable.
Yet the slog continues. While the previous film in the sequence shifted the action from California to New York, this second installment, following a 2022 quasi-reboot, settles on a Midwestern locale and reintroduces us to the series’ original protagonist, Sidney Evans, nee Prescott (Neve Campbell).
Having aged out of the adolescent demographic on whom the various murderers who have donned the Ghostface mask that serves as these films’ dubious trademark over the years seem to prefer to prey, Sidney comes equipped with a teen daughter, Tatum (Isabel May). Will Tatum prove as resourceful in evading the unwanted attentions of Ghostface as Mom has?
On the way to answering that question, a clutch of colorless minor characters fall victim to the killer, who sometimes gets — according to his or her lights — creative. Thus one is quite literally made to spill her guts, while another ends up skewered on a barroom’s pointy beer tap.
Through it all, director Kevin Williamson and his co-writer Guy Busick try to peddle a theme of female empowerment in the face of mortal danger. They also take a stab, as it were, at constructing a plotline about intergenerational family tensions. When not jarring viewers with grisly images, however, they’re only likely to lull them into a stupor.
The film contains excessive gory violence, including disembowelment and impaling, underage drinking, mature topics, a couple of profanities, several milder oaths, pervasive rough and considerable crude language and occasional crass expressions. The OSV News classification is O — morally offensive. The Motion Picture Association rating is R — restricted. Under 17 requires accompanying parent or adult guardian.
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