Artyfartsy

Back to the Future I & II

2007-04-02T04:18:00.000-07:00

Sat 31/03 & 01/04

Channel flicking over the weekend yielded this classic - Back to the Future! This was made 22 years ago... geez, it makes me feel ancient. I had a tremendous crush on Michael J Fox for the longest time. This spurred us into hiring Part 2 and even the arty, continental proprietor of 'The-Best-DVD-Shop-in-London' commented that the movie was a classic. We'll be watching Part 3 tonight- oh yes!

The Girls' Guide to Hunting & Fishing - Melissa Banks

2007-03-28T09:17:00.000-07:00

I've had this book for years and tried to read it way back in 2002. Didn't really like the Catcher-in-the-rye-ish narration at first so I'm glad that the style shifted quite quickly away from that pre-pubescent voice. The book as a whole had several styles and voices but belonged firmly to the 'Sex-in-the-city-oh-why-are-men-so-rubbish' moaney genre. Am quite glad that I left it behind in Geneva airport.

Sin City

2007-03-19T09:58:00.000-07:00

Sat 18th March

Liked the noirish B&W quality but it was just a little bit too violent for my liking. Fell asleep during this one too but I'd be more inclined to give it another go.

Tideland by Terry Gillian

2007-03-19T09:57:00.000-07:00

17th March

Very strange movie - quite sinister too. Took the form of a childish nightmare and I inadvertently fell asleep.

Radio 4 goodness

2007-03-16T04:45:00.000-07:00

Perfect accompaniment to work. Just heard this . My little secret pleasure as I'm supposed to be monitoring phonecalls. Heh heh! Now it's Lucy Porter (top comedienne who was headlining @ Comedy Candy* last Thursday - big it up little lady) playing Regina Spector - class! (excuse the MC/DJ speak, thought i'd balance it off after my previous post which became a bit of a lit crit review!

* fantastic evening kicked off by Justin Edwards playing his comic songs.

The Tempest - RSC @ Novello, London

2007-03-15T07:06:00.000-07:00

14th March

Fantastic vision of The Tempest as a post apocalyptic hinterland by Rupert Goold. Aside from King Lear, this is one of my favourite Shakespeare plays simply because it contains so many verbal imageries of the sea. I love the sound of the compound words in the play like 'sea-sorrow', 'sea-storm' and it is ironic that the 2 non-human characters in the play, Ariel and Caliban have some of the most elegant lines in the whole cannon. There was an excruciatingly long pause as Prospero realises how hardened his heart has become after Ariel tells him he would show compassion if he was human. In this version, Ariel is rendered almost frozen and immobile through the spell Prospero has place on him which has a whole raft of Beckettian overtones. The clowning between Stephano, Trincalo and Caliban was some of the best I'd ever seen and both Antonio and Sebastian were played with the right combination of sarcasm and cynicism. I loved the opening storm scene and Gonzalo's little speech about his socialist vision of utopia without a dependency on oil seemed so modern, especially in light of the war on Iraq.

Being one of Shakespeare last plays in the Romance genre, the themes of redemption, reconciliation and transformation are pretty potent ideas. I was still in a thoughtful mode this morning contemplating the filmic, stage images and felt strangely cleansed and transformed. I really wish more Shakespeare plays were presented in this way.

Hootenanny @ The Big Chill House, King's X

2007-03-15T07:05:00.000-07:00

11th March

Lovely afternoon which was a heady cocktail of comedy, mates, alcohol and some nudity thrown in for good measure. Run by my good friends Phil Nichol and Janice Phayre we were treated to the talents of Suskin, Nick Doody, Justin Edwards and Gary Wells. We were treated to a fabulous butterfly dance and I also ended up line-dancing with the tallest woman ever!

Charlotte Hatherley @ Carling, Islington

2007-03-08T09:35:00.000-08:00

Went to the gig because Gruff's good mate was playing. Loved her voice and unpretentiousness. Really fresh and honest singing. 'Be Thankful' is a really beautiful track and comparisons to PJ Harvey are just a result of lazy journalism.

Apollo/Children of Adam/Themes & Variations - Royal Ballet @ ROH

2007-03-06T02:09:00.000-08:00

5th March

Gruff's first ballet and I'm so glad that he enjoyed in. The dancing was sensual and we got to watch the great Darcey Bussell.

The History Boys by Alan Bennett @ Wyndhams, London

2007-03-06T02:08:00.000-08:00

An excellent play which lived up to the hype. AB weaves all the differing stands of arguement about the nature and value of education. In today's world of league tables and parental anxiety about schooling, AB's play gives much food for thought. What is the point of being able to simply pass exams when you can't really learn? Can knowledge be examined? Is there no merit in learning for learning's sake? It was laced with so much humour and wit in the repartee between pupil and teacher. I liked the 80's soundtrack and use of filmic material - can't see how it would work on film when it has some highly theatrical and poetic monologues. Definitely want to try to read the script at some point.

Ghostbusters

2007-02-28T09:06:00.000-08:00

25th Feb

Nostalgic trip down memory lane. I remember being mildly disapproving of Bill Murray's lasciviousness as a youngster watching the film many eons ago. Much preferred him in 'Groundhog Day' and Dan Ackroyd made much more on an impact in 'Trading Places'. This is still a fun movie though if only for the scenes of the Marshmallow man striding through the streets of New York.

p.s. think I also suffered from some sleepless nights when I was little just because my young fertile imagination couldn't cope with all the Zul stuff. I'm still crap at scary movies till this day and I don't understand some people's ghoulish fascination with the genre.

Mrs Henderson Presents by Stephen Frears

2007-02-26T05:23:00.000-08:00

Sun 25th Feb

Watched this for lovely DJD playing a dotty, crabby widow. I liked the production values and thought it captured the WW2 era pretty well. Perhaps it might have packed a greater punch if I'd watched this at the cinema - it'd be more of a 'show'. Will Young was really rubbish - he came across as a lisping, mincing luvvie that you just wanted to punch. Bob Hoskins was great though - nice, cuddly and not one bit as creepy as WY.

Holiday by George Cukor

2007-02-23T03:55:00.000-08:00

Sunday 18th Feb

Read somewhere on the net about Hepburn's knitting scenes in this film and thought I should check it out. I liked Cary Grant's character who was still lost at 30 and wanted to find himself, to see the world and be a child again. Not sure what the handstands and rolls were about though - perhaps it was a throwback to his early days in vaudeville. Think Hepburn steals the show hands down despite the debonair charms of CG - tough, witty, funny yet vulnerable and sweet, she's such a legend!

Tales from the City - Amistead Maupin

2007-02-22T06:58:00.000-08:00

What a fantastic and funny book - it had me chuckling and even laughing out loud a couple of times. No mean feat considering I was pressed between a fellow commuter's smelly armpit and another's beer belly on the hell that is the Central Line during rush hour. This book was recommended to me years ago but it was just one of those that I've never got round to reading until now. I'm so glad I did, it's a real gem and already one of my favourite books this year (with Perfume a close 2nd).

Also managed to catch my first Book Crossing release this week which was extremely exciting. As soon as the alert popped up in my inbox, I rushed out for lunch to the spot which was a posh New Bond Street shop staffed by bemused sales assistants with trendy, sculptured, gravity-defying hair.

Great Expectations @ the National Film Theatre

2007-02-15T01:17:00.001-08:00

Loved it- every frame is a masterpiece. For a brilliant critique of Dicken's influence on film read this. There's something about watching films in its original scale at the cinema - watching stuff on the small screen just seems to diminish its quality. Without the distracting effects of colour to express emotions, balck and white seems more concerned with narrative, telling the story. (Think about black and white newspaper stills carefully shot and chosen in order to make the most impact in the limitations of space) and the use of lighting becomes even more integral to the creation of atmosphere and mood. In this movie, the contrast between light and dark, the dichotomy of good and evil within Pip and Estelle and the end cry of 'letting the light' in is repeated as a motiff throughtout. In the halls of Satis House, the light from Estella's candle is completely oppressed by the darkness of the halls.

And has there ever been a more malignant creation to compete with that of the decaying Miss Haversham? The jilted and scorned victim of a fickle lover who ends up catching on fire just as she comes to realise the dire consequences of her smouldering hatred. And proud, insulting Estella who is the embodiment of the 'Treat them mean, keep them keen' mantra. This is storytelling at its most powerful and really deserves preserving.

Uncle Vanja @ Wilton's Music Hall

2007-02-12T08:00:00.001-08:00

Saturday 10th Feb

Have wanted to check out this venue for a while now and this Mamet adaptation spurred me to action. What a fabulous space! Light blue crumbly walls and Indian murals at the back of the Balcony - it was shabby yet sophisticated like some grand dame. It was therefore such an apt venue for a play about decay. Michael Billington has said that he measures his life out in Uncle Vanya's and funnily enough, the last production that I watched was the one with SSB @ the Donmar. Okay so Colin Stinton wasn't as charismatic but the bitterness of his existence was very moving, his tears flowing freely in the final scene with Sonya. I was pretty curious to watch him as he's worked with Mamet a lot and he managed to pull off a British accent really well. Rachael Stirling was a complete chip off the old block - I've watched her mother in Medea many years ago and it was startling to see it mirrored- the voice, the gestures and the poise!

Turns out that Charlie Cridlan who I went to uni with and was extremnely talented even then designed the show so we had a reason to hang around for the after-show drinks where I tried really hard not to gawp at Sue Johnson (from The Royle Family)! It was very sad though to see Max Stafford-Clark once the Artistic Director of The Royal Court wheelchair bound and frail. Pretty sobering to see evidence of how time ravages the physical self, all the more poignant after the Margaret Salmon exhibition.

Margaret Salmon @ the Whitechapel Gallery

2007-02-12T07:59:00.000-08:00

Saturday 10th Feb

Treated myself to a chocolate breakfast and then saw this exhibition whilst flipping through my timeout. Inspired by last night's cultural outing to the ballet, I thought I should check out my local gallery - built in 1901 as Britain’s first purpose-built contemporary art gallery. It was such a lovely exhibition plus it was free (something that is virtually unheard of in New York or Paris). The first room had a triptych of images on loop of 3 seperate mothers with a lullaby playing over the images. It was hypnotic yet apparent that the women were so isolated and removed from any other human reference or relationship. MS shoots in black and white and plays with light and images of windows opening, closing and silhouettes.

The wall of the second room was a huge gigantic screeen of an old lady singing 'Amazing Grace' on loop. Her wrinkled face magnified looked like crumpled tissue paper, delicately lined. Each time the song played, you heard the stress in the idea of seeing and being seen. Was she senile? Why was she looking lost in thought at the breakfast table? Why was it set for two? It was pretty ghostly and haunting yet the song seemed determined to find some strength in suffering - the song alluding to the pain of slavery.

Rhapsody/La Sylphide - Royal Ballet @ ROH, London

2007-02-12T07:37:00.000-08:00

Friday 09th Feb

Went to the Opera House to watch Rhapsody/La Sylphide. It was magnificent - I was drinking in the footwork and was just floored by the elegance of the dancers - oh, to be blessed with an iota of the talent and ability contained in their little toe!

The first bill - Rachmaninov's Rhapsody was a modern day, Turner-resque romance with Miyako Yoshida a Principle Guest artists dancing with Carlos Acosta. (by the way - what's the term for a male ballerina? I reckon they're called Balleroonies). INHO Miyako easily outdanced her male counterpart, she was just atonishing - entering on pointe for what seemed like all eternity. She tiptoed delicately across the fragile stage as if it would crack under the strain of her immense grace. Charting out with her feet the passion of their love - it was just soooooooo romantic, I felt as if my heart would burst smilingly (to borrow a quote from King Lear)

La Sylphide - a parable about trying to have it all but losing everything in return is supposed to be a classic in the danish repertoire. The tartan outfits were just a little bit too comic although the pressence of Tamara Rojo as the Sylphide redeemed it. She's definitely one of my favourite dancers at the Royal Ballet just because she got this inimitable quality about her.

Unless - Carol Shields

2007-02-05T09:33:00.000-08:00

Picked up this book at an OBCZ and was mildly intrigued by the blurb. I liked her sparse style and it references another Canadian writer Margeret Atwood whom I think is just superb. Reta's oldest daughter Norah gives up college one day and takes to begging on a street corner, becoming a vagrant. This novel charts her mother's reaction and her own thoughts about the position of women in literature and in life. The impetus to find out what led to Norah's mysterious behavoir kept me reading till the end - would have otherwise given up because it charts the inner worries a mother has for her daughter and is sometimes too fretful in tone. Have passed it on to the UK Bookcrossing Yahoo Group's sweepstake winner December mum and hopefully she'll enjoy it. It's made me want to re-read another Atwood this year.

Thank you for not Smoking

2007-02-01T02:49:00.000-08:00

Reserved 'Litle MissSunshine' but it had not been returned so this was second choice off the back of Jess's recommendation. Great movie - loved the particular sayings about 'arguing correctly' and not having to prove that you're right, just that the other person is wrong.

Must confess that I was struggling to stay awake at the end but it was purely my own lack of sleep and not in any way due to the content or quality of the film.

The Queen - Stephen Frears

2007-01-31T02:03:00.000-08:00

Have watched this movie twice now - once while baby-sitting the adorable Freddy and then at a BAFTA screening at Chez Butch. Wasn't too surprised that HM bagged so many awards, the transformation is startling and complete. HRH should be really chuffed that her image has been given such a sexy injection with HM. But, (and there's always one on this blog) - the humor and the oddity of the family and it's place in the British public's consciousness is debated and but never really taken apart. Yes, there's the cry that the Queen represents all things quintessentially 'British' stoicism, tradition, stiff-upper lip etc but I everyone else in the world sees the British monarchy as a huge pantomime, glossed up figures behind a glass showcase. At times, the movie felt as if it owed a debt to the Spiltting Image series, Philip ranting about how the 'Tea's gone cold'. In essence the popularity of the film just shows how fascinated people are by the idea of monarchy - when will this nation get to grips with modernity and step closer towards a republic!

Wicked!

2007-01-29T02:46:00.000-08:00

Pretty disappointed with JC's latest efforts - the premise was orginally quite enticing given that it's like Malory Towers or St Clare's for adults. But there's only so much interest you can gather for tales of youngsters bonking their hearts out. It was also pretty disturbing that the central plot twist involved the breaking of a peadophile ring - dark stuff for something that's supposed to be frothy reading! Am now truly convinced that JC's target audience is the Daily Mail brigade - I feel a little bit cheated.

On another note, I'm thinking of subscribing to an on-line audio book subscription. That way, I'll be able to knit and 'read' books at the same time - genius!

Ballet 101

2007-01-25T03:37:00.000-08:00

Ordered this off Amazon for the massive sum of 67p - the postage was 3 times that price. It's extremely factual giving you the history and information about the various schools but very useful indeed. Still plodding on with Wicked! though my interest in it is slowly ebbing away.

The Shipping News by Lasse Hallstrom

2007-01-15T01:37:00.000-08:00

Pretty depressing and heavy at certain points but great all-round performances. Cate Blanchett played against type as a nasty, horrid mother and Kevin Spacey too as a timid & shy loser. Laughed out loud at some points; essentially at the sensationalists headlines. I've had this book for a while (before it was made into a movie) but have never got round to reading it. Movies based on books you've already read seem slightly diminished. They're both such different mediums that you can't impose any comparisions - I love the visual aspect of movies, the nuances that aren't spelt out in black and white but when you have a good grasp of how the plot is going to unfold you loose a slight bit of interest because you not as engaged in the narrative. Read Brokeback Mountain and then watched the film pretty dispassionately. I guess when you read the book first, your mind is untainted with images of places and people who never look as ugly or normal as they were described.

Have started on 'Perfume' but have deliberately stopped as a crucial part because I don't want to loose that element of curiousity when I watch the film. Also indulging in a bit of trashy reading - Wicked by Jilly Cooper (such a big tome that I've allocated it as home reading for practical reasons). Lighter, shorter and pithier for tube journeys, I've got 'Labyrinths' by Jorge Louis Borges.

The End of the Affair by Graham Greene

2007-01-10T03:59:00.000-08:00

Read Brighton Rock when I was a young, voracious reader but this little novel is a mature treatise on the nature of love, desire and jealousy. Structurally surprising, it is a story about a story and written by a writer (Greene) writing about a writer (Bendricks). The self-conscious narrator in the first half of the book speaks with the twisted hatred of a male lover betrayed and abandoned. This is replaced convincingly by the feminine perspective voiced through the intimate medium of diary entries (perhaps borrowed from Joyce's 'Ulysses'?). The end of the affair, secretive by nature occurs half-way through the book when the tryst is revealed and confessed hence bringing about the demise of its existence. The Affair in the title alludes of the sexual liason but also to life as a trivial inconvenience. It examines the tension bewteen extremes such as God versus the Devil, good versus evil and love versus jealousy and asks whether such boundaries exists. Both Bendricks and Sarah suffer a crisis of faith in their own manner - and was as passionate as Richard Dawkins in its indictment of organised religion. Well written and an inciteful multi-layered view on adultery.

This is all part of my big book-reading campaign for 2007 and I'm hoping that Bookcrossing will help. Was originally aiming for 50 books by December 2007 but that equates to roughly a book a week which is going to be pretty ambitious when I've got so many ECA's this year!

This Other Life

2007-01-04T05:41:00.000-08:00

Like most of the UK's 30-something, telly-watching populace the prospect of This Life + 10 was simply too intriguing. A symptom of the Friends Reunited syndrome. Yes, the characters still hadn't changed much and could swear and bitch for England but surely that's the deep-seated fear that we all have within us. That life and life lessons have taught us nothing, that we repeat the same mistake unable to escape our own demons and weaknesses. This Life was groundbreaking in the 90s for its content and style. I was a little too young to completely identify with the characters then but I suspected then that this is how we were headed, that we'd be a disaffected, unhappy, navel-gazing lot caught up in the trite minutaie of trivial anxieties. It was never 'real' or edgy (for that 'Shameless' pushes more buttons), you never believed that they were really lawyers, just young people in LA Law style pretending and blagging their way through their jobs much like what we all do. In any case, my post-uni life was more 'Gimme Gimme Gimme' than anything else!

What followed 'This Life' was 'The Thick of it' - what a sublime show, the blinking politician on Paxman was hilarious. This programme and Radio 4 justifies the BBC's license fee - I just wished the Beeb would produce more programmes of this calibre.

Have also become a BookCrosser and it's strange how I'm so thrilled. It feels slightly subversive as well, like we're secret book spies passing on intelligence to fellow reading counterparts. Dropped off 'Dracula' and 'The Beach' both of which should give the new readers some joy and entertainment. Hope that they provide a bit of a surprise to someone's day and that they don't end up in TfL's 'Lost and Found' section! Was planning on dropping off a whole loads of books to the local charity shop but I suspect they'll just languish there for ages waiting to be picked up by a browser.

I'm making it my mission this year to read all the untouched books on my shelf so hopefully this will prompt me to get through them quicker so that I can BC them.

Christmas crackers ... and whimpers!

2007-01-03T01:54:00.000-08:00

Thanks to the lovely Craig from Iknit, I brought Wood and Phil to watch 'Caroline, or Change' for the princely sum of £10 and we were 5 rows from the stage, absolutely amazing seats and I cried,.. (again!)

Besides stuffing myself silly with mum and dad's yummylicious food, I also had a bit of a filmic galore and watched;

- all 3 'Lord of the Rings'
although due to the fact that baby Alex aka Gollum was asleep - we had to watch it at half the volume which meant that I watched a lot more closely due to not being able to listen. Very strange experience indeed.

- The Da Vinci Code
TH had such dumb hair and the plot was as convoluted as a twisty thing which meant that you were riverted by the action. Did think that IMK was going to be a baddie though, in movie land, cripples normally turn out to have twisted and cruel intentions. Definitely spoof material.

-Memoirs of a Geisha
Hated the idea of this movie when I saw the initial trailers prior to its release but I realised that I had to actually watch the movie in order to have the grounds to diss it. I hate the Hollywood-isation of Orientals as mincing, passive and vapid and I don't think this will help Japanese people break away from that stereotype. Hello? Hevn't they heard of Edward Said and 'Orientalism'?!Granted, this was a period movie but it was also about the objectification of women and say what you like but they were prostitutes - selling their virginity to the highest bidder and female escorts at the end of the day. This just seemed to glorify the whole seedy business and was very much shot with a male gaze. Dire, superficial stuff - thought Gong Li was marvellous, they made Michelle Yeoh look bovine and Zhang Ziyi was vapid. Preferred the both of them in the Chinese Action movies when they really kicked ass instead of fluttering their sleeves (puke, gag). Again, up for spoofing!

-Pirates of the Carribean
Ahhhhh, Johnny Depp - always a pleasure

-Superman
Cheesy, tacky but oh so tragic when you thought about poor old Christopher Reeves. Brought a lump to my throat.

-Life of Brian
Will never tire of it, Michael Palin's hopping leper is probably one of my favourite characters of all time.

-The Great Escape
Steve McQueen yum yum, total top totty ensemble acting and no smaltzy love story in sight.

-Top Ten wild Dives with Tanya Streeter
Amazing, made me green with envy. Loved the footage of manatees, sea lions, whale sharks but best of all manta rays. Nothing would beat actually being immersed in water, think it's pretty hard for the camera to capture the beauty and pure silence of that world.

Caroline, or Change @ the National Theatre - Lyttelton

2006-12-21T01:55:00.000-08:00

Another fantastic show at the National, it's fast becoming my favourite venue. Don't think i've been to a musical in years but the fact that this was written by Tony Kushner swayed me. Found out after that Michael Billington had given it 5 stars in The Guardian (5 stars!! that's so rare, the man is so notoriously difficult to please). Despite all the glowing reviews, half the auditorium was empty which was such a shame. It's a show that really deserves to be seen by more people, I was so moved by the story I had to hold back my tears. Caroline's impotent anger at how her life has turned out coupled with the longing for the return of her son in Vietnam and the loneliness of single motherhood is hardly the such of musicals. The bluesy, soul music just added to the verve and poignancy of her piece. Even in the minor roles, the actors gave such great performances; from the Jewish, clarinet playing father stuck on the stairway pining for his dead wife to Caroline's sassy daughter furious at her mother's silent surrender. The show even had a singing moon, a favourite image of mine harking back to the Queen of the Night in Mozart's Magic Flute.

The Seafarer @ the National Theatre, Cottesloe

2006-12-20T01:56:00.000-08:00

I'd been looking forward to the new Conor McPherson play for quite a while 'The Weir' being one of the earliest Royal Court production I watched when I first came to London. It was outstanding and such great-story telling that you forgot you were in a West End theatre. The disparate stories became completely intimate and the emotions so intense it was an unforgettable experience.

'The Seafarer' surpassed 'The Weir' - the structure was much more sophisticated and the interplay between the four characters delicately balanced. Conleth Hill (he of 'Stones in his Pocket' fame) especially was priceless conveying a man on the edge of domestic breakdown with comic pathos. Jom Norton playing the blind Richard Harkin made me think of Hamm in Beckett's 'Endgame' (one of my all-time favourite plays). But the play essentially dramatised the individual (represented by Sharky) confronting their demons, facing a final judgement and having to account for past sins, the story fundamentally revolves around Sharky's interior dialogue with the devil whose description of hell was spine-shilling. Massive 'Thank you' to Craig for getting us such great seats - it was Bob's first time at the theatre and I'm so glad it was such a good experience for him.

Comedy Candy @ The Lion, Stoke Newington

2006-11-17T02:33:00.000-08:00

After a brief hiatus, last night's return to Comedy Candy was much needed quenching of the comedy thirst. Headlining the show was Richard Herring who strings along a joke and loops it back into itself doubling the silliness and interweaving it like some master gooner. I'm thinking about his potato and apple routine incorporating french school kids.

The two lady comediennes - Caroline Clifford and Holly Walsh were both witty winning over the audience with their dry candour. Will definitely keep an eye out for them. I've watched so much comedy over the years (especially in my month up in Edinburgh eons ago) and some comedian are so formulaic and nondescript blending into the comedy wallpaper, barely raising the obligatory chuckle which escapes from you like a soft belch. I'm thinking about the insufferable twat Rhod Gilbert whose act consists of this basic strand 'oh-listen-to-me-i'm-a-self-deprecating-welshman-just-the-sound-of-my-stupid-accent-should-make-you-laugh'. It is therefore a great relief to know that the comedy future is bright with the likes of Caroline, Holly and Josh Howie who was also on last night.

Orestes presented by Shared Experience @ The Tricycle, London

2006-11-10T03:17:00.000-08:00

Electra was really good although I couldn't help thinking that they should have cast someone younger for that role. Same for Orestes - both are good performers. Another encounter with a new play so it was therefore quite invigorating. I realise that I tend to watch certain plays over and over again; e.g. Hamlet - with Toby Stevens, Ralph Fiennes, Adrian Lester or Death of a Salesman or your various Ibsens, plays which I've read or studied and watching it becomes a bit of a Brechtian reconstruction of events with an academic detatchment.

Amongst all other genres of theatre, Greek drama has got great, strong and flawed female characters - Antigone, Medea, Electra, Clytemnestra, Helen of Troy even... Pretty Rad!

The Power of Art - Rembrandt

2006-11-09T08:58:00.000-08:00

Carsten Holler slides @ The Tate Modern

2006-11-09T08:56:00.002-08:00

Fantastic fun - it rekindles the glorious childish abandonment that is sacrificed with growing up. The minute it ends you just want to have another go, you want to go higher, you wish it would never end. The long snake-like silvery constructions look quite futuristic but you also felt as if you were being ingested in the belly of some monster out of 'Aliens'. Will try to take a trip there during the weekday when they're less queues.

The Life of Galileo @ The National, Olivier

2006-11-09T08:56:00.001-08:00

What a little gem of a play, have watched Brecht's 'Mother Courage' and 'Caucasian Chalk Circle' both at The National but never this one before so it was nice to have an entirely new encounter with fresh eyes. Betrayal, renouncing, recanting,... they all have such potent historical reverberations in modern history.

How do we define this thing called Faith? Is that purely religious? What about the faith that Galileo shows in Science and Reason? The faith that young Andreas shows in integrity and truth that he thinks Galileo exemplifies? What have we got in place of faith if we destroy it? Does knowledge corrupt? Is ignorance bliss? Can Brecht be saying that education teaches you doubt and is therefore a destructive force that makes you question everything?

There is a pivotal scene that takes place in Florence with the Grand Duke's tutors where Galileo insists that the debate be held in plain language so that his craftsman friend who does not understand Latin can follow the arguements. He insists on removing the boundaries that seperate academia from the common people, to bring enlightenment to fellow humans who have been deliberately kept out of the dark. But in the end, in an unexpected twist (perhaps another recantment) the book that he gets Andreas to smuggle out of the country is written in Latin. It also becomes the main reason the book survives as its contents are incomprehensible to the border guards. A play to set you thinking about a whole host of issues. SSB was pretty good, played Galileo with such passion and conviction. Watched him before in the Donmar's 'Uncle Vanya' which suited Chekhov's intimate drama which also had Helen McCrory. I'm now looking to pick up a copy of the play to read through.

9.5/10

The Power of Art - Bernini

2006-11-09T08:55:00.000-08:00

The If-Comedy awards @ The Garrick Theatre, London

2006-11-09T08:54:00.001-08:00

Was at The Garrick yesterday evening to watch 2 comedians I know well and love Stephen K Amos & Phil Nichol. Phil won this year’s Perrier (or Iff-ies as they're now called) and deservedly so as he is extremely funny and one of the most-respected and hard-working comedians on the circuit. But the main thing that gets me and is hence the subject of todays blog-rant is that 2 punters IN THE FRONT ROW walked out of his set. They completely took offence and missed the point of what he was trying to say which is that we should all put our differences aside because at the end of the day we’re all made of the same stuff; underneath all the material trappings, we are intrinsically flesh and blood. If they’d stayed till the end and seen him make his point then they would have learned a little or at least been shown a different point of view. But no, they decided to stalk off in a huff just because he was gyrating his crotch in her face, she was just too small-minded to take it or perhaps she thought she had to appear coy. Hah! When she’s old, withered and grey - she will pay good money to have that experience and will come to regret her priggish behaviour. He probably thought it’d be a chivalrous gesture to defend his lady’s honour by escorting her out of the audience but it was such a futile act because a) she didn’t have any and b) she didn’t just storm off, she milked her exit by bowing and holding her finger up to her mouth in that infantile pose that says ‘I’m-so-hurt-look-at-me-poor-me’. Anyway, they looked pretty dumb and I’m perhaps giving them far too much exposure than they deserve by even writing about them on my little blog. Phil’s comedy does often cross the line, in fact it’s probably more accurate to say that he zig-zags along the zig-zag of good taste and some dumb people will always try to ruin it for the others.

Seduced @ The Finborough Theatre, London

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The Devil wears Prada @ Knitflicks - Ritzy Cinema, London

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The Power of Art - Caravaggio

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The Father presented by Borealis Productions @ The Courtyard Theatre, London

2006-11-09T08:52:00.002-08:00

Richard Pryor

2006-11-09T08:52:00.001-08:00

The Zed's @ The Albert, Brighton

2006-11-09T08:51:00.000-08:00

The proliferation of manufactured, scrubbed up boy bands with their squeaky-clean images has meant that I can never tell one apart from the other.Keane-Monkey-Raconteurs-Editors all seem to sound like Coldplay imitants. Don't even get me started on The Killers who were inspired by Oasis - nuff said. You know their output is going to comprise of big stadium numbers, that they're going to wail with idiotic nonsensical lyrics that could have been written by some spotty, pre-pubsecent schoolboy. Capitalist pop designed to press the right buttons and line the pockets of studio bosses larding it up in their stately Gloucestershire mansions.

My contempt for so much of modern music leads me to embrace the intimate gigs in mangy rooms above the local pub, where you can see the veins popping out of the singer's veins, the drummer showering his kit with sweat, the sideway glances between the lead and bassist, the keyboard player immersed in his keys, trying to unlock some mysterious melody. Zed's music was primal, urgent and most of all honest - with today's postmodern anxiety about authenticity this must of course seem like a spurious statement. But so many bands try so hard to project a certain image, to encapsulate their sound in terms of their fashion and attitudes - striking the obligatory pose for the modern trend (i'm thinking of the newly-formed, full-pouting All Saints raising their manicured fists in support for the Yummy Mummy) and smacking of oppotunism. So hooray for bands like Zed who do not try to be anything other than what they are, who are unashamedly real, who restore the faith you've lost in this cynical age we live in.

Children of Men @ the Barbican Cinema

2006-11-09T08:50:00.004-08:00

Election

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Princelet Street - Open House

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Striplight/The Erroplains

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Transamerica

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Peggy Sue got Married

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Middle America - was curious of see Francis Ford Coppola do a rom com. Much as I like Kathleen Turner, she didn't make a convincing 17 year old though. Nicholas Cage was just a bit whinny and annoying - he seems to play 'types' quite well ( I'm thinking of 'The Weather Man' but the writing in that film was a lot smarter).

4/10

Festival by Annie Griffin

2006-11-09T08:48:00.000-08:00

02 Sept

Stephen Mangan who plays Sean Sullivan seems to have based his character on Steve Coogan, or rather the Steve Coogan that Steve Coogan wants to let us see. Festival offers a snapshot of what Edinburgh is although I think it also misrepresents it. It is such a cynical take on the whole affair, how does it end? The unhappily married woman runs away with the pretentious Canadian theatre group except she doesn't end up going and there is somekind of horrific car crash. One-woman show girl (ok, I will admit, there are A LOT of one-woman shows up at the Fringe) ends up with the Steve Coogan, I mean, Sean Sullivan character - unlucky her! Ditsy, big-boobed comediene thinks she's won the award but has it cruelly snatched away. Horrid fat Irish comedian walks away with the prize because he's given This Life's Anna great oral sex. If her intention was to de-mystify the whole Fringe experience than fair enough, everyone from insipid amateur performers to sex-starved comedy award panel gets ripped to shreds. But she doesn't capture the mundaness and exhaustion that comes with going up to the Festival. And what was the point of the dying priest storyline?? It was kind of enjoyable in a fascinating way but also quite disparaging. Why did she need to show the other comedian being sodomised whilst desperately trying to convince himself that he was talented?? I winced quite a lot throughout the film but perhaps it was because I found the Sean Sullivan character utterly repugnant.