SBIFF Springs Back to Life, On and Off Screen
Everything you might have missed at the 37th annual film festival
Written by Josef Woodard | Photography by Rebecca Sapp & Tibrina Hobson
Following a two-plus-year hiatus due to the pandemic’s chokehold on normal cultural life, reel life became a welcome reality as the Santa Barbara International Film Festival triumphantly returned to local streets and theaters. In this, its 37th annual enterprise, the Santa Barbarian cultural institution rose to the renewal occasion with flourish and the requisite elements of glitz and cinematic sophistication which have made SBIFF prosper.
As usual, the primary treasures in the 200-plus list of screenings came from beyond America, with special focus on cinema from Nordic countries, Spain, Latin America, and Eastern Europe. Some of this year’s finer films came south from Canada, including Islands, Scarborough, All My Puny Sorrows, and The Righteous.
The all-important celebrity tribute list, synchronized with current Oscar nominations, brought out the starry likes of Penélope Cruz (Parallel Mothers), KristenStewart (Spencer), Will Smith and his King Richard co-star Aunjanue Ellis, Benedict Cumberbatch (The Power of the Dog), and Being the Ricardo stars Javier Bardem and Nicole Kidman. The award for best unscripted moment in the tributes goes to the comically gifted Smith, who responded to an audible disturbance in The Arlington by telling Ellis, “See, that’s why it’s important to have white audiences, because that would’ve gone differently where you and I grew up.”
Behind the lens, the Outstanding Directors Arlington tribute toasted all Oscar-nominated directors this year—with Steven Spielberg (West Side Story), Jane Campion (The Power of the Dog), and Ryusuke Hamaguchi (Drive My Car) appearing via video from their respective quarantine outposts. Master American director P.T. Anderson (Licorice Pizza) alluded to his Robert Altman-influenced creative process as an auteur: “Ideally, you have a story at the center, and the center will hold. It’s a balancing act involving both a knowingness and a freedom of flight.”
Roger Durling, now in his 20th year as executive director, was a recurring and anchoring presence on stage, a charismatic rallying cheerleader, and also a champion for solidarity and fundraising for victims of the war in Ukraine. A goal of raising $100,000, through the Santa Barbara-based Direct Relief, fell short $4,000, a tab picked up by Cumberbatch. Durling also put in his finest moderator work to date, in a bright and personable exchange on Cruz’s tribute night.
As the self-effacing and, on this night, elegantly dressed Cruz noted, “I am very grateful and feel lucky for all that I’ve been able to do, but I also torture myself a lot. My rhythm is different at this stage [of my career], but I still have the same excitement as when I was 4 years old.”
Well-known film critic Claudia Puig took the programming reins this year, with a new team, and filtered through a record number of entries (partly due to the closure of other film festivals this year) to create a substantial and diverse roster. Women filmmakers and issues asserted a prominent force, in films such as Quake, the Danish delight Miss Viborg, and even the nerve-tingling Hitchcockian Spanish thriller La Hija. Meanwhile, veteran director Campion, whose The Power of the Dog is a rare male-oriented saga in her filmography, explained that “with the #MeToo movement and more women working (in film), I felt free to go wherever I wanted to.”
Hybrid feature-documentaries accounted for some of the prized entries, including the fascinating 107 Women (Slovakian director Peter Kerekes’ film about pregnant women in a Ukrainian prison) and the gripping I Resemble You. Based on a true story, I Resemble You chronicles the back story of an Arab Frenchwoman falsely accused as a terrorist in the 2015 Bataclan bombing in Paris, winning director Dina Emer SBIFF’s Best Middle Eastern/Israeli award.
As testament to this festivaler’s obsessive hunger for the cinema experience again—in actual theaters with actual audiences—I managed to log 54 film screenings this year, along with tributes and panels. Sleep could wait.
On closing night at The Arlington, before the festivities ended with the sweet, songful documentary Dionne Warwick: Don’t Make Me Over, Durling issued a kind of proclamation: “Mission accomplished. The festival did what it had to do.”