6.16.2008

COSMIC TWILIGHT PIMPS!!*

Céline and Julie Go Boating (Jacques Rivette, 1974)

I had the privilege yesterday of seeing what is a fairly well-known film among cinephiles, but not very well-seen. There is no Region 1 DVD release, and even old VHS copies are hard to find. Not totally surprising, as Rivette isn't one of the bigger stars of the French New Wave, and by comparison his work is probably a lot harder to digest than some of Truffaut or Godard's more mainstream efforts.

The first thought that came to mind when this film ended was "GIRL POWER", and by that I don't mean to say that this film is some kind of feminist manifesto. What it does represent, to me, is a film where the girls get to play in the boys sandbox, acting as magicians, detectives, time-travellers, thieves in the night. It's all done with a lot of enthusiasm, and never takes itself too seriously to refrain from making a joke at any time, however inappropriate. It's also a bit of a puzzle box and Escher painting and part of the fun is watching to see where it's going and what will be discovered as it constantly folds back upon itself.



Very hard to summarize, the film begins with a very roundabout meeting of the two title heroines, played by Juliet Berto (Céline) and Dominique Labourier (Julie). Céline is the wilder of the two, and appears to work (occasionally) as a magician in some seedy nightclub, whereas Julie works in a library, where she and her co-worker smoke while telling the visitors not to. Though this film is set in the present day, the professions of the two women give you an early clue that this film is headed down the rabbit hole at some point.

After a significant amount of time is spent introducing the two characters, and their quickly blossoming friendship, Céline shows up on Julie's doorstep with cuts and bruises. Unable to explain fully what has happened to her, she tells a bizarre story about an old house she was just working in as a maid, where a man lives with his daughter and two women in some kind of sexual power struggle. This causes Julie to investigate on her own. What happens subsequently is a combination of haunted house mystery, chamber drama parody, slapstick comedy, and Lynchian metafilm.



The most unique invention is that even though each of the girls' multiple visits to the house conclude with a push out the front door and short-term amnesia, the devouring of a small hard candy found in their mouths enables them to recall the events that occurred inside. We see the same scenes repeated, extended, and then ultimately dismantled when Céline and Julie return together to rescue the little girl trapped in the family drama, taking turns "playing" the maid and struggling to remember their "lines". They are playing with the conventions of cinema and drama, on camera, and the audience is invited to join in the fun.



One of the highlights is the presence of Berto, electric as any actress I've ever seen on film. She's a force of nature who is impossible to take your eyes off of, and it's not hard to imagine how Julie could be sucked into her new friend's world. Over the course of the film we see the librarian let go of her bookishness and nostalgia for the past (her old lover is met and humiliated by Céline in disguise as Julie in one of the film's funniest scenes) and embrace an anything-goes mentality, culminating in the scene where she must substitute for Céline in a magic show performance in front of some influential investors.

What does this all mean? Who knows, but it's totally liberating, and one of the most unique cinematic experiences I've ever had. I've just located a copy of the film and hopefully will be able to share it with others, like a secret little spell.


* believe it or not, an actual line from the film.

4.26.2008

My Blueberry Nights (Wong Kar-Wai, 2007)



The man still knows how to frame a face. Better than anyone, really.

Soon after David Strathairn came into the film, I started taking it seriously. It's amazing how he disappeared into this thing. Not a showy drunk performance, but one that just slowwwly oozes the melancholia of an ongoing drunk with few respites. That scene with the chips...wow. This is Oscar material, though I doubt he'll be remembered.

And then somewhere in the big scene between Weisz and Jones, with that long take during the former's monologue, it put its other hooks in me, and I fell under its spell. The British actress digs very deep with some very short screen time, and looked fantastic onscreen in all her ramshackle glory.

The beginning is certainly a little shaky. You're sitting there pointing out the various WKW trademarks: super grainy, repetitive shots (alright, the train, WE GET IT), dialogue that seems like it's more monologue...but once it gets on the road it definitely takes you somewhere. Now I don't know if WKW captured Memphis, or captured Nevada as he has with Hong Kong, but it doesn't matter. Lizzie's character is getting out of something familiar, and the locations are foreign enough by comparison to be legitimate. In his films, the outside world/society is barely suggested anyway; the extras drift like apparitions in the background, so focused is our attention on his leads.

The sense of melancholia that pervades previous work is still present. Perhaps it's difficult to feel empathy with these familiar faces; Law, Portman, and to a lesser extent Weisz have cinematic baggage that makes it a challenge to place them in the WKW universe. But for me, it worked. I don't understand the problems people have with Jude's work here. Not convincing as a glorified short-order cook? That's a bit unfair. The man can do so much with glances, unspoken moments, few words. He's getting to become underrated.

Portman was a breath of fresh air, especially compared to the rest of her filmography. Even though she already played tainted in Closer, she was still the angst-ridden Natalie. Here she's breezy, and light...until she needs to be heavier, and I found her convincing.



Jones, who obviously isn't a pro, still has the wide-eyed face that's perfect for what's being projected onto her. And maybe I'm just a WKW apologist, but I did think she opened up over the course of the film, to the point where she begins to stand up more for herself (and her feelings) in the Vegas sequences, and when she comes back to the diner, there's a confidence, even a slight swagger, that wasn't there before.

Lastly regarding the actors, it was VERY nice to see that cameo from Chan Marshall complementing her music on the soundtrack. Delicate but perfect work.

This isn't Major WKW, but who cares? A confection is still tasty if done right, and it's a bittersweet one that carries an aftertaste. The critics think the master is slumming; I'm perfectly happy that he decided to drop by the neighborhood. Who knows what could happen if he decides to stay?

4.09.2008

PASO de la PIEDRAS

Invertebrate at the gate
flatfoot at the border
tunnel under
mates rights assunder
a waning interest moon
satellite dishes bloom
like albino dandelions,
their unseen tendrils
reach to cross the others
in a maze of wires
the confluence of liars
pray for nixed signals—
a piece of quiet

cacti for an eye
deferred thirst
delays the worst
the world has to offer:
gladhanding salamanders,
a sacrificial landmine
totem on tiptoes
divining your water
while sketching a slaughter—
ain’t that what the free hand is for?

Texas
4.1.2008

3.14.2008

"DEBUT AUNT"

French doors hide holy whores
clammy hands hold pastel pearls
princess phone,
but prince ain’t home
curdled cries in the cream
tears in the milk
a two-faced bouillabaise
ladled on a crushed kerchief

Catcalls at the dance hall
back buried in the wall
like a page-pressed petal
waiting for a wave
the hand grazed twelve
like a watch wound with wind
sent away in a hansom
too ripe for a ransom

tickled white to red
wet grape on the gums
her eyes sin come up quick
like a lantern swelled and pricked
spilt oblivion on the road
too slick to keep steady
careening and caroming
like passed-off partners
exchanging this world for another.

Gone back to Cali.

Some photos from the recent journey.


1. Still Life Without Woodpecker



2. T & A (Tyrrell & Alice) for brunch.



3. Good to see you too, Frank.



4. A Moment of Sobriety



5. Congrats to Marcin for appearing in the GAYEST picture of all time. Again.

2.20.2008

Promises, Promises...check out my new 'Dø.

I'm going to post more often. For real. Your pleas, emails, late night phone calls, and mail bombs have not gone unnoticed. A guy who's a media junkie should have more to say on the subject. So I'm going to try and do that.

Recently on a film blog I peruse I stumbled across a passing mention of a French band called The Dø. That's pronounced "doe" as in Do-Re-Mi. Yeah, they're named after the musical scale. How precious is that?



Anyway, like all good French bands, they sing in English for that full international appeal (e.g. Phoenix), though one song is in FInnish, the first language of the singer.

I'll save myself the trouble and link to a very good write-up I was able to Google:

The Dø - A Mouthful

There are comparisons to Bjork, M.I.A., The Cardigans, and Blonde Redhead, and I guess the impressive thing is that this band managed to touch on all of these theoretical influences while still carving out something distinct. There are some songs on their debut album (titled ironically, A Mouthful) that are much more delicate and stripped-down than the vibe those names might conjure up (check the banjo sound on "Stay").

Anyway, if you go to YouTube and do a search for "the do a mouthful" you should be able to find most of the songs on this album for your streaming pleasure. Here are some highlights:

Playground Hustle

At Last

Stay

Queen Dot Kong

Song For Lovers

I was able to acquire the entire album, but you'll have to do some hunting as it hasn't been released in the United States yet. They also have yet to tour outside of Europe. I've been listening to them pretty incessantly the last few weeks (along with Vampire Weekend, who don't really need my promo help at this point), and I'm expecting a pretty big breakthrough for them at some point. Join me and beat the bandwagon, or maybe we'll just have to organize a trip to France to see them play live.

Here's their first official video:

On My Shoulders

And most importantly, their MySpace page:

myspace.com/thedoband

1.21.2008

"COVER STORY"

Espionage-a-trois:
bermuda triangled
off the map
a pajama’ed catnap
waterproof wills
and airtight appetites
unfurl the sail
when the wind bends to bite

our correspondence coarse
kicked in the connect shin
minor bruises in major battles
are permanent pinches
like brands upon cattles

have you herd
the swallowed suffix
of each dirty word?
her curses come
under rays and ribbons
sent with sweet scent
ex postmarked the spot--
a covert corner of the world
where leaves are curled
but not long enough to hide
a layaway who lied

compass in a bucket
and see if by luck it
will lead you to bounties
of blackberried treasure;
when you hear my cry
with sextant you’ll measure
the place where your anchor
will incur the end of the line.