TALKING TO
WRITERS
Today is part one of an interview with my friend Oren Moverman, Israeli-born and New York based screenwriter and filmmaker.
Oren has written some of the more interesting and provocative independent features of the last several years, from Alison Maclean's "Jesus' Son" to Todd Haynes' "I'm Not There" to Ira Sach's "Married Life".
Now he has made his directorial debut with his upcoming feature "The Messenger" starring Ben Foster, Samantha Morton and Woody Harrelson.
Oren
Moverman interview
What was
your relationship to movies growing up in Israel? Were you one of those movie
nuts as a kid, or were you more interested in other things?
I saw my
first movie when I was seven years old in my school gym, which doubled as a
bomb shelter, in Givaatayim, just east of Tel Aviv. The lights were
turned off and I was terrified. I didn’t know there would be a moment of
darkness before the movie started. I spent the next two hours shivering,
scared out of my mind. The film was THE WIZARD OF OZ, and the images
paralyzed me. It was a nightmare I couldn’t NOT watch. I came home
with very high fever, and spent the next few days in bed. There was quite
a bit of vomiting involved if I remember correctly. I’m sure I was coming
down with something already before the screening, but I always associated that
illness with watching my first movie. I didn’t dare watch THE WIZARD OF
OZ again for thirty ears. My kids forced me. It was pretty sweet.
That was my introduction to my chosen profession.
When I
was nine I was part of an Israeli youth movement called HaNoar HaOved VeHaLomed
(Working and Studying Youth.) It was quasi-socialist, Zionist
association. We wore solid blue shirts with red strings for buttons and
talked about social responsibility and communal living, but I was there mostly
because all the pretty girls went and because there was not much else to
do. We’d meet every Tuesday and Saturday at a center that seemed to be
centuries away from my house. One day we couldn’t go in the building
because they were shooting a movie inside. I caught a glimpse of a young
guy named Avi Nesher directing actors. The film was called THE
TROUP. It was about an Army singing group. I noticed a very big
camera. I put two and two together and realized that movies are made with
actors and a camera and someone who told everyone what to do. It sounds
silly, but I guess it was the first time I realized films involved a process of
making. I probably wasn’t a very bright kid, never really thought about
this thing called creativity, about making something out of nothing.
Suddenly, I was imagining movies in my head about nine-year old boys who didn’t
want to be kids anymore, didn’t want to live where they lived, didn’t want to
be who they were. I never articulated it, but I knew somehow movies had
something to do with my future.
What
kinds of films were available to you? Was there a distinction between
commercial and more artistic films there? Were you attracted to American films?
Which ones made a big impression on you?
There was
no film culture where I grew up. For my family, there was no culture
period. This was Israel in the seventies, a relatively young country in a rough
neighborhood with much to worry about. Our culture was survival and
chaos.
My older
cousin, Ronen, would take me to see French farces every year on my birthday.
I’m not sure why. Not even sure what they were. It was a serial of sorts.
TV was
black and white and mostly educational. Every Saturday evening, after the
Sabbath, when broadcast would resume, my family would get together to watch
cartoons. A colorless Bugs Bunny was the closest thing to a movie star in my
house.
Every
Friday there would be Arabic movies on TV in the afternoon. I watched
them religiously. Can’t say that I remember one plot line, but I do
recall a lot of crying and the occasional kiss. There were songs too. I
think it solidified the sense of being an outsider looking in. These
images were important to me. I had no access to other films. There
was no VHS. I didn’t know that a few miles away there was a cinematheque
showing the new Kurosawa movie. Didn’t know much at all.
I came to
the States when I was twelve. Finished school here and went back to join the
military. The New York years opened me up to cinema. On TV (color
TV, what a revelation!) and in movie theaters I discovered filmmakers and truly
fell in love with films. Still, I had yet to meet anyone who worked in
movies. Hell, I’d yet to meet anyone who did anything remotely creative
or artistic.
In the
military, again, I had no access to movies. So I would read. I
would read about movies, absurd things: Totems and Movies, The Evolution of the
Western, From Logos to Lens, On the Notion of Cinematographic language, Toward a
Non-Bourgeois Camera Style – heady stuff; Feminist, Marxist, Genre, Auteur
Criticism. I would familiarize myself with Japanese, Italian, French,
British and American cinema. It felt right. I became very familiar
with films I’ve never seen. I memorized filmographies of directors I
admired at the time, Truffaut, Ophuls, Lubitsch, Altman, and I would always try
to remember who was the DP on every one of these films. I don’t know
why. Maybe because I read about Raoul Coutard and it sounded like the
director of photography is a character in himself.
I left
Israel after the military with the desire to get involved in film, made
stronger by the desire not to live in Israel. If I was going to be an
outsider, I may as well be in a place I didn’t belong. I was hungry to
meet the people who made movies. I still knew next to nothing about how
films were really made, but I could talk a good game about things like diegetic
sound, Wabi-Sabi readings of Ozu films, and current problems in film theory.
Looking
back I would say I wasn’t a nut about movies, I was addicted to the ways movies
made me feel and I was dedicated to trying to find out why they made me feel
this way. I was addicted to the feeling I got, and still get sometimes,
when the lights go down and I get scared and worried something just might
happen that will change my world forever.
When did
you realize or decide that you might want to or have the possibility of
pursuing a career in filmmaking? Did you have friends or peers in Israel with
similar interests? Was the idea of going to "film school" a reality
for your generation?
I had no
way of moving to the States legally save for becoming a foreign student.
I applied to Brooklyn College because I found out they had a film program and I
applied to SUNY Purchase because I read about some young talent being
discovered there. Hal Hartley just graduated, I believe. This was
1988. I got accepted to Brooklyn and left Israel with no idea how I would
be able to afford it. No job. No skills, if you discount jumping out of
airplanes, shooting semi-automatic rifles and humiliating an oppressed people.
But I had a student visa, and I was ready to put myself in a position of
getting lucky. I confess that I did think about studying film in Israel
for five minutes. At that time there was basically Tel Aviv University
and another school, I forget its name, where you could study filmmaking.
But I wanted to be an American filmmaker. I wanted to be a part of that
tradition. Nowadays, Israel has some fine opportunities for young
filmmakers, there’s a great school in Jerusalem, named after Sam Spiegel of all
people, that is molding some real talent, and there are foreign-educated
filmmakers coming back and doing great work. I guess for me going to the States
to study film was about identity. I wanted to learn how to be someone
else from who I was, and film seemed like the way to go. I’m not sure how
to explain it without lying on your couch and talking it through for hours and
paying you to listen.
I know it
sounds ridiculous, but I never ever thought about another type of career.
It doesn’t mean I didn’t have other interests. I studied Genetics, Art,
English and Philosophy among many other subjects I really loved. I had
other jobs, but film was where I was going, and there was no need to doubt
it. Years later there would be nothing but doubt.
Director Alison Maclean on the set of Jesus' Son with Billy Crudup and Dennis Hopper
How did
you learn to write screenplays? Who were your mentors? Who were your
influences? Did you start out to write for film, or were you already writing fiction
or non-fiction while you were working as a journalist and before you took up
screenwriting?
I started
writing while attending Brooklyn College, but I never took a screenwriting
class. A history professor, Stuart Schaar, was offering an advanced Middle
Eastern seminar and we were required to write a long research paper. Now,
he was, and still is, a very cool guy and I told him I didn’t want to write the
paper because I found it boring. I was never a fan of footnotes. He
told me I could write a short story instead. I wrote a story called A
SAINT IN HIS VILLAGE about a Palestinian working in Jerusalem who encounters
violence just by sitting on an Israeli bus. It was all about how I felt
about being Israeli and about some experiences I had in the first intifada, and
I must say, it was pretty damn good. Or good enough to surprise me into
thinking I could write fiction in English. He told me I should write
more.
Then I
found my way into journalism. Sort of. First, in Hebrew for a newspaper where I
wrote film reviews under my then girlfriend’s name, because by then I was
working for the Israeli government in security and I thought it wasn’t right to
use my own name. Also, it allowed me to write about films from a woman’s
perspective, which was a good exercise. I became a character, I guess.
I met a
wonderful man named Walter Donohue on a film I was working on as a PA and he
introduced me to the film editor at Interview magazine who gave me some work
interviewing people like Spike Lee, Ang Lee, young actors like Sam Rockwell,
Anne Hache, Noah Taylor, and more. I made them all my teachers and
mentors. I was finally spending time talking with the people who made
movies. I was going to press screenings and I was in the know.
Walter
then invited me to work for the British publishers Faber & Faber, as an
editor-at-large, mostly scouting for film books and then doing some interviews
and writing for books, the Projections series among them.
Years
before, when I was a soldier, I met a tourist named Ron Yoshida in the occupied
Palestinian territories. He gave me his card and told me he worked as a soundman
in NY. I held on to that card and when I came here he got me a job
working for Albert Maysles as an office PA. Ron’s a warm, sweet, smart
guy and he told me the day we reconnected in New York that I will be directing
my first feature in five years. He was off by fifteen years.
My life
in film came together through a lot of luck, through some really generous
people who were willing to give me opportunities way before I had the chance to
hone in any skills. Everything was on the job training.
I wrote
my first screenplay, A HIDING PLACE, intuitively, not knowing what I was doing,
but feeling my way through it, out of the experience of sneaking onto the set
of Louis Malle’s last film VANYA ON 42ND STREET. I was a PA, but Louis
also put me in the film. It’s a long story, but out of that experience I
came to work on JESUS’ SON.
A HIDING
PLACE took off and I got financing out of France to direct it. I had a
very excited young producer I met through a director I admired and met through
Faber named Lodge Kerrigan, who was making it all happen. Screenwriting
was not going to be my job. I was a writer/director all of a sudden.
We started casting, then pre-production, hired an entire crew, and three days
before shooting, on the second day of tech-scout, the film fell apart.
I’m still not sure what happened. The financier didn’t speak English and
I didn’t speak French. I was told all kinds of things by my producer, but
it never added up. I thought it was the worst day of my life.
Boy, was
I wrong.
I was
left with a screenplay, which became my writing sample and started my career as
a screenwriter.
TOMORROW: The second part of my talk with writer/director Oren Moverman.
william