LOVE! Can't stop listening to Portugal. The Man. Can't contain myself. Amazing amazing Alaskan band from Wasilla. Needless for me to explain, these songs say it all... See, I can't even make proper full sentences!
Saturday, December 18, 2010
If We Make It Through the Night
LOVE! Can't stop listening to Portugal. The Man. Can't contain myself. Amazing amazing Alaskan band from Wasilla. Needless for me to explain, these songs say it all... See, I can't even make proper full sentences!
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Wild Things Leave Their Skins Behind
Monday, February 15, 2010
A Quick Climb to the Top of Hanging Rock Anyone?
Renowned Australian director Peter Weir’s 1975 film Picnic at Hanging Rock is strange and eerie, but most of all filled with mystery. What makes this scenario strong and unique is that, after all the attempts to uncover the mystery that begins to unfold in the first half hour, nothing is solved in the end, and the events remain just as ambiguous as they started. The more certain elements of the intrigue are solved, more the storyline becomes complex and puzzling. The spectator never knows why something is happening at the moment of its occurrence, and in most cases, never finds out. Questions remain unresolved, and the end... unfinished.
Picnic at Hanging Rock, an adaptation of Australian author Joan Lindsay’s 1967 novel of the same name, tells the tale of three adventurous school girls who disappear after having climbed an enormous geological marvel called Hanging Rock in 1900. After a week of intensive search by policemen and hound dogs, only one of the girls is found on the verge of death. She is discovered by a boy who had seen the girls right before they started to mount the Rock. As for the others, their case remains unsolved. There are however other puzzling and unexplained occurrences that surround the main storyline, such as the disappearance of the children’s governor (Vivean Gray) as she goes on looking for them, the near death of another boy when he tries to do the same a week later, the sudden death of the school’s principle (Rachel Roberts), and the death of Sara (Margaret Nelson), whom we find out is the sister of the boy who found the first missing girl. Dreams, predictions, sounds and odd sentences and philosophies pronounced by the characters provide us with clues, but clues that in the end decipher nothing. Certain hints, however, do allow us to foresee situations, only if we remain very aware.
But why would one girl be retrieved and not the others? Why would Miranda (Anne-Louise Lambert), the most admired of the missing girls, really say before the trip that she "won't be here much longer"? Why do the two boys who spotted the girls before their climb become so obsessed with finding them, as if drawn to them, or to the Rock? Why are the girls themselves drawn to the heights of this Rock, more and more in trans as they move towards the peak? Why near the sight do all the watches stop at twelve? It is difficult to establish here the boundary between fantasy and reality, for the story can very likely derive from the unknown, just as it could be factual and simply full of genuine mystery. There is no concrete proof that the paranormal plays a definite role in the occurrences, but their eccentricity is beyond belief.
Although some rare scenes are a exaggeratedly peculiar and mystical, the cinematography is astonishing, and the shots meticulous and elegant. Picnic at Hanging Rock establishes a perfect balance between extremely thrilling sequences and moments of relief during which the plot progresses, and the tangles grow deeper and tighter. The scene extending from the moment the boys decide to go looking for the victims up to the discovery of one girl, was of the most exhilarating and staggering I’ve witnessed in a while. It is safe to say that Weir leaves us with quite a cliffhanger. Ha!
Monday, February 8, 2010
A World Gone Mad
Network is a window to the realities of television and media, both more obsessed with ratings than with truth, and both willing to go as far as altering the truth or straight up transforming it completely, just to get as many viewers as possible, or worse: to make the naive people sitting at home gobble up whatever junk is fed to them, characterized as "bullshit" by Finch's character. Network also shows the inhuman side of the media world and of the people who control it, obsessed and insensitive like Dunaway's character. In this case, the heads of the industry exploit a sick man to get good ratings instead of getting him the help he obviously needs, then plot to assassinate that same sick man when his ratings begin to plunge. This might be a bit of an exaggeration (the characters, the plot and the script are all embroidered and slightly blown out of proportion), but a useful one; one that forces awareness upon movie goers, news watchers and newspaper readers, awareness of the backstage animosity of this industry, but also the vigilance one must have to be able to avoid becoming a humanoid, to take some and leave some, because the media is a powerful force in which every word is man-written and chosen for a reason.
Here are the main lines of the insanely intriguing plot: An acclaimed newsman, Howard Beale, starts to get ongoingly low ratings, which leads to his eventual lay off. His already fragile state of mind takes a shock, bringing him to announce his suicide which would take place on air, a statement after which he becomes completely insane (insane enough to see clearly) and begins to rant about the lies told by the media. His madness and illumination obviously brings about tones of viewers. Despite his need for psychological help, he is put back on air to continue on with his ranting and to get people involved with his new found clarity. Although he is elucidated by the truth, he remains a frail human being, capable of being manipulated by higher forces. The head of the channel tells Beale that he must change his usual speech and prone capitalism, non-existing democracy and dead ideology. This new lecture results in lower ratings once again. The news crew, in order to keep the madman quiet without disobeying the boss, plot to assassinate Beale, which they successfully accomplish.
The final line of the film sums up the absurdity of the whole plot: "This was the story of Howard Beale: The first known instance of a man who was killed because he had lousy ratings." A ridiculous sentence for a ridiculous world.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Let the Seasons Begin
Monday, January 18, 2010
A Damned Pleasure
I'm reading The Pleasures the Damned, which is a huge volume of Charles Bukowski's poems (from 1951 through 1993).
I admire Bukowski's sense of observation,
The way he speaks about the old hobo on that bench
And about love, whores, sexe and Jane,
About the lost youth that he doesn't seem to miss
And the ripe old age that doesn’t seem to scare him
I admire his freedom to act as he pleases
And to speak as he thinks
And to think like no man speaks.
I admire the way he writes about the tiny details of life,
The ones we tend to miss
To make invisible though they’re not.
He makes them exist.
He gives them a chance.
He makes pessimism and morbidity humane
For life has a way of making us morbid and pessimist.
So many speak about life as it were wonderful
And eternal.
But he seems to understand
That the rich are doomed just as much as the poor,
If not more,
That old men on benches eventually disappear
That lovers die on us
Although their spirits tend live on for decades if we really loved them.
That being crazy is sane
And that being sane is foolish,
And he is one insane man.
His poetry lacks structure
But lack here is genius,
And his rhymes are too postmodern to even rhyme.
His poetry inspires me.
Blunt truth is inspiring.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
More Film Noir Please!
Film Noir is one of my primary cinematic choices. From gangster movies from the 30's, to murder and detective films from the 40's and 50's, to subtle political thrillers from McCarthy's Red Scare period, to every type of cinema that has derived from Film Noir since. It is stylish German Expressionism mixed with an America in depression, in total decay, where bad people stay rotten, and where the good are corrupted by society, poverty, broken fantasies and needs that one can only fulfill by crime.
Last week, I saw one of the most original, influential and daring films of its time: Double Indemnity by Billy Wilder (1944), based on James Cain's 1935 novella. This film was so risky, that no great Hollywood actor wanted to interpret its characters, from fear that such a role in such an unusually hazardous film would end their career. However, Wilder finally got Fred MacMurray and Barbara Stanwyck to star in his movie, alongside Edward G. Robinson, who at first wasn't too comfortable with the fact that he would be playing a secondary role, considering that he had always been the main character in every one of his films. Though afraid that going from Little Caesar to a paranoid insurance man would set back his career, it did no such thing, for his performance is brilliant and essential.
The story starts off in an office in Los Angeles, where a successful insurance salesman, Walter Neff, is sitting at his boss' desk while recording a confession to a murder that he had committed. As he admits everything that happened, the whole story unfolds before us. Walter went up to a rich man's house for insurance sales purposes, where he met his client's wife, Phyllis Dietrichson. Given her charm and fatal appeal, he fell deeply in love with her, which brought him to help her murder her husband and collect a double sum of indemnity by making the assassination seem like a freak accident. However, Walter's boss, Barton Keyes, didn't buy into the verdict, and wouldn't stop until he could prove that the client was indeed murdered. When Keyes finally thought he figured out the identity of the killer (another one of Phyllis's lovers), Walter Neff went over to Phyllis' home and murdered her after being shot by her. All this pressure is what brings Neff to confess to his good friend Keyes, who is secretly standing at the door of his office, listening to the whole story.
What aspects make this film so praise-worthy? Film Noir is known for its artistic shots and its way of experimenting with light and shadow, but Double Indemnity's lightworks and precisely thought-out still frames are over the top. Some scenes are so dark that only the strictly essential is apparent to the naked eye, and the window blinds trace such sharp lines throughout the rooms and onto the characters, giving a claustrophobic sense of imprisonment. Wilder also has a way of adding certain subtle elements such as silence, long suspenseful sequences and unexpected setbacks, in order to amplify the tension. On another note, Phyllis Dietrichson is a femme fatale character worthy of the term, appearing to us wrapped in a little towel, bare-shouldered, two years before Gilda took the spotlight with her famous flip-haired entrance as she says “Me? Sure I’m decent”. However, Gilda turns out to be humane, whereas Phyllis is all stone inside. And to create a strong female character with a rock instead of a heart took guts in the 40’s. And to kill off that character in the end, probably took even more guts. Phyllis is equipped with an enormous sex appeal, although treachery is written all over her face. Her attractive yet elegance-lacking character is brilliantly brought to the screen by Stanwick. Double indemnity masters all the elements of Film Noir and much more, making it one of the greatest films of its genre.