SFIFF Preview: All About the Feathers

Neto Villalobos' ALL ABOUT THE FEATHERSRoosters are ridiculous. With their bobbling heads, their self-important crowing, and their puffed-up plumage, it is quite difficult to look one in the eye and take its opinions seriously. In Neto Villalobos’ first feature, All About the Feathers (Por las Plumas), this holds utterly true. Rocky the cock is both the dream and the damage. He is what hobbles us and the aspiration to greatness that keeps us going — although, in this case, nowhere fast.

Villalobos’s film comes from Costa Rica (as does the Barcelona educated director). It centers on an affable but none-too-bright security guard named Chalo, performed warmly by Allan Cascante. More than anything, Chalo wants his own rooster. His dreams of riding this glorious cock to fame (not literally) sweep him and us into a gently paced comedy of errors. Naturally, Chalo’s getting what he wants turns out to be not what he wanted, but rather something unpredictable. Such is the way of dreams realized.

I would like our portrait taken.

I would like our portrait taken.

Your life is always likely to remain your life, only perhaps with more crowing.

All About the Feathers manages to make the most of an austere style. Unlike, say, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, this one doesn’t feature a ton of CGI and action scenes. In fact, Villalobos and cinematographer Nicolás Wong might have made their entire film without even a swivel-head tripod. Almost comprehensively, each shot in the film is static and generous and blissfully not handheld. Here is a frame into which our characters may eventually roam. Perhaps they will duck behind that pile of dirt to rummage for a box and then reappear. Maybe they will walk up this hill past us and leave us behind, still considering the scenery. If that sounds affected and dull, maybe you should go see a few more Marvel movies.

Amid the pastels of Costa Rica, Chalo interacts with a small cadre of quirky dreamers. In this, the film feels a bit like a less ridiculous Napoleon Dynamite. The life these people lead is one in which any thrill feels notable, no matter how small. It is one in which your tedious job is preposterous and still no joke. One where the rain falling is an event worth action and discussion.

I'm taking you seriously.

I’m taking you seriously.

While it won’t put you on the edge of your seat, All About the Feathers is engaging in its minimalism. Because of the stillness, each moment of camera movement stands out. There is a sequence towards the end, in which — after having been locked off for so long — we finally run with Chalo. It is exhilarating in a way constant action can never be.

All About the Feathers is a perfect example of what you might expect if you grab a mess of tickets to the San Francisco International Film Festival. This is a small film, with little chance of playing in local cinemas ever again. That’s not due to any lack of merit, but rather because of the lack of a wide audience for quietly comic films about fighting cocks and the people who love them. So if you’ve been complaining about the monotonous output of Hollywood, it is time to shut your trap. All About the Feathers — and other independent, alternative features from around the world — are set to screen shortly in San Francisco, Berkeley, and elsewhere in the Bay Area.


Neto Villalobos’ ALL ABOUT THE FEATHERS will play at the 57th San Francisco International Film Festival on April 25, 27, & 29, 2014.

All photos courtesy of the San Francisco Film Society.

4 responses on “SFIFF Preview: All About the Feathers

  1. highly interesting notes. I think the importance of the rooster in most Latin American cultures can’t be underestimated. When mostly animals are being considered just for the practical value they have, roosters are sort of venerated. It reminds me strongly of The White Diamond by Herzog, where this wonderful, simple man from Guayana who serves them as guide is talking about his beloved rooster and he even takes him with him when offered a ride on the white zeppelin. Those sequences when that simple man is up in the air clutching his rooster and talking about he things that cross his mind, they are incredibly beautiful and impacting. So all hail the rooster!

    • The White Diamond is excellent indeed. Herzog has a love/hate relationship with the chicken. To quote him:

      “Look into the eyes of a chicken and you will see real stupidity. It is a kind of bottomless stupidity, a fiendish stupidity. They are the most horrifying, cannibalistic and nightmarish creatures in the world.”

      • You have said that perfectly. I think that is in fact one of the special things about Herzog: he is intense and establishes such relationships to the subjects he’s working with. Think about his love/hate tiesad extremis to Klaus Kinski! I have always wondered how he could feel so strongly about him even to the point of trying to kill him and still keep working with him. Human nature, and he is unafraid of accepting his, it would seem.

Yeah, well, you know, that's just, like, your opinion, man.

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