Hanna lives with her Jewish father (Miki Manojlovic), her Catholic mother (Pascale Bussières), and her older brother Paul (Alexandre Mérineau) in a cramped, ugly apartment that can only be accessed through the fire escape. They live on top of one another, and on the way in or out, they’re likely to run into the landlady, who makes unwelcome personal comments about them and demands the rent, which is forever late. Hanna’s mother works long days at a sewing machine in a small clothing factory, and when she finally gets home, her husband, who has trouble holding onto jobs, expects her to type his poems, which is how he defines himself. They’ve never married, and though Hanna declares her illegitimacy proudly in school, along with her official lack of a religious identity (since Catholicism is passed down through the father and Judaism through the mother) – she offers these as proof of free thinking and bohemianism in opposition to the conventional bourgeois culture – you get the sense that marriage is actually something David, her father, has held back from her mother, as a way of punishing her. He calls her terrible names and slaps her when he’s frustrated with how his writing is going (and it never seems to be going well). Both Hanna’s parents are very complicated: he’s a Holocaust survivor and dreadfully moody and demanding; she’s depressed and takes pills, either to put herself to sleep or, on occasion, in attempts at suicide. It’s a hardscrabble, difficult home, both for Hanna and for Paul (whom she’s close to). Officially it’s a Jewish home – David says the prayer before the Sabbath meal – but it doesn’t feel like one, because the mother’s presence imputes a distinctly French Catholic aura to it. And when the kids aren’t sufficiently quiet and serious during supper while their father listens to reports of the Middle East conflict on the radio, he launches his favorite complaint: that they’re a family of Mongols, Gentiles who don’t understand or respect their Jewish roots.
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Saturday, March 23, 2013
Neglected Gem #39: Emporte-Moi (Set Me Free) (1999)
Hanna lives with her Jewish father (Miki Manojlovic), her Catholic mother (Pascale Bussières), and her older brother Paul (Alexandre Mérineau) in a cramped, ugly apartment that can only be accessed through the fire escape. They live on top of one another, and on the way in or out, they’re likely to run into the landlady, who makes unwelcome personal comments about them and demands the rent, which is forever late. Hanna’s mother works long days at a sewing machine in a small clothing factory, and when she finally gets home, her husband, who has trouble holding onto jobs, expects her to type his poems, which is how he defines himself. They’ve never married, and though Hanna declares her illegitimacy proudly in school, along with her official lack of a religious identity (since Catholicism is passed down through the father and Judaism through the mother) – she offers these as proof of free thinking and bohemianism in opposition to the conventional bourgeois culture – you get the sense that marriage is actually something David, her father, has held back from her mother, as a way of punishing her. He calls her terrible names and slaps her when he’s frustrated with how his writing is going (and it never seems to be going well). Both Hanna’s parents are very complicated: he’s a Holocaust survivor and dreadfully moody and demanding; she’s depressed and takes pills, either to put herself to sleep or, on occasion, in attempts at suicide. It’s a hardscrabble, difficult home, both for Hanna and for Paul (whom she’s close to). Officially it’s a Jewish home – David says the prayer before the Sabbath meal – but it doesn’t feel like one, because the mother’s presence imputes a distinctly French Catholic aura to it. And when the kids aren’t sufficiently quiet and serious during supper while their father listens to reports of the Middle East conflict on the radio, he launches his favorite complaint: that they’re a family of Mongols, Gentiles who don’t understand or respect their Jewish roots.
Labels:
Film,
Neglected Gems,
Steve Vineberg
Friday, March 22, 2013
Three Neglected Gems (#36-37-38): Citizen Ruth (1996), Lila Says (2004) & Tristram Shandy: A Cock and Bull Story (2005)
Laura Dern stars in Alexander Payne's Citizen Ruth (1996) |
Labels:
Film,
Neglected Gems,
Shlomo Schwartzberg
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Veronica Mars and the Promise of Life after TV
Kristen Bell, the once and future star of Veronica Mars |
One topic that television fans never tire of – and I count myself among them – are favourite shows cancelled too soon. My own list is long, and grows with every passing year. A couple of years ago I wrote about five such shows, and I could add many more: Terriers, Awake, Party Down, Better off Ted, How to Make it in America, or the criminally underappreciated Knights of Prosperity. The reason why it’s fun to talk up the shows that never make it out of their second seasons (or even sometimes their first) is that they were cancelled at the top of their game. They had no time to stumble or even hint at their weak spots. Two standard-bearers of the brilliant-but-cancelled genre – Judd Apatow’s Freaks and Geeks and Joss Whedon’s Firefly – were barely given the chance get their bearings before their respective networks pulled their plugs.
But the thunderous success of Rob Thomas’ recent Kickstarter campaign to raise funds for a proposed Veronica Mars movie has shifted my thoughts to a darker, less congenial question: what about those beloved series that lived too long, the ones whose sublime early seasons begin to decay under the weight of their own continuity?
Labels:
Film,
Mark Clamen,
Television
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Don Draper for the Revolution: No (2012)
Gael Garcia Bernal stars in No |
Gael Garcia Bernal has the physical equipment of a young romantic lead and the skill and emotional depth of a real actor. In the Chilean film No, Bernal plays René, an ad man who has returned home after some time in exile (to Mexico) and become a success designing TV commercials for a soft drink called Free. It’s 1988, the fifteenth year of the Pinochet dictatorship, and the government, looking to finally achieve international respectability, has agreed to a national election meant to certify Pinochet’s legitimacy as president. A “yes” vote will translate into another eight years in office for the General; those who want him gone can vote “no.” The eyes of the world will be on the election, but the government assumes it won’t have to rig the results; even if enough people had the courage to vote against Pinochet, it’s taken on faith that after fifteen years of official propaganda, anyone who isn’t terrified of change will be indifferent to the possibility. But just to show that everything is on the up and up, for twenty-seven days, fifteen minutes of TV programming will be set aside, late in the evening, for the opposition party to make its case. As one of Pinochet’s men explains, the government will also have fifteen minutes every night, as well as every other minute of broadcast time leading up to the election. René, whose boss is working on the government’s nightly fifteen minutes, volunteers his services to the opposition.
Labels:
Film,
Phil Dyess-Nugent
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
The Perils of a Double Life in the Spy Thrillers of Charles Cumming
Author Charles Cumming. |
What do you think spies are: priests, saints and martyrs? They’re a squalid procession of vain fools, traitors too, yes pansies, sadists and drunkards, people who play cowboys and Indians to brighten their rotten lives. Do you think they sit like monks in London balancing the rights and wrongs?– John le Carré, The Spy Who Came In from the Cold.
The good spies are invariably introspective and thoughtful.– Charles Cumming.
Lying
and duplicity are essential traits if a spy is to practice his
tradecraft of espionage. As a result, he could be like Alec Milius,
the central character of the Scottish writer, Charles Cumming’s
debut novel, A Spy
by Nature (2001) and his
later book, The
Spanish Game (2006).
Milius is a self-absorbed opportunist whose motivation, rather than
being ideological, is financial gain and the “kick and the buzz”
from the adrenalin that flows from being in the game. Similarly, the
self-serving CIA agent, Miles Coolidge, in Typhoon (2008) disregards official CIA policy by organizing clandestine terrorist
attacks in order to destabilize China on the eve of the Beijing
Olympics. Yet
one of the many virtues of reading a Cumming’s thriller is his
multifaceted depiction of intelligent agents. Take, for example, Joe
Lennox, the British agent operating under deep cover in Hong Kong in
Typhoon.
Despite his criticism of Bush and Blair for the fiasco in Iraq,
Lennox is a patriot who believes in Queen and Country and the
importance of safeguarding Western values. Thomas Kell, who has been
sacked from SIS (MI6) because of a torture scandal in Kabul and the
protagonist of Cumming’s most recent novel, A
Foreign Country (St.
Martin’s Press, 2012), is equally a complex figure. Like all of
Cumming’s spies, Kell cannot conceive of an alternative to working
in the secret world. Nonetheless, he is disturbed by his own passive
complicity in the aggressive CIA interrogation of a terrorist suspect
and his willingness to agree to the outsourcing of torture so that
others could do the dirty work. When given another opportunity to
interrogate a kidnapper who knows the whereabouts of an innocent man
whose life is at stake, Kell redeems himself. He conducts an
interview à la the real life former FBI officer, Ali Soufan, who
managed to achieve astonishing intelligence results by “rapport
building” and treating the terrorist suspect with respect rather
than resorting to aggressive methods that Soufan considered were
often counterproductive. Kell’s interrogation similarly achieves
desirable results and demonstrates that agents can do their work
without trashing the principles that some of them profess to believe
in. He is simultaneously critical of leftists who demonstrate “their
own unimpeachable moral conduct, at the expense of the very people
who were striving to keep them safe in their beds.”
Labels:
Bob Douglas,
Books
Monday, March 18, 2013
The Revisionist: Redgrave Plays Eisenberg
Vanessa Redgrave and Jesse Eisenberg in The Revisionist (All photos by Sandra Coudert) |
Jesse Eisenberg is one lucky bastard: he managed to get Vanessa Redgrave, arguably the greatest living actress – certainly she’s in the top three or four – to star opposite him in his own play. The Revisionist, which is being produced by Rattlestick Playwrights Theater at the Cherry Lane Theater in Greenwich Village, is a two-hander in which David, a young American writer who’s having trouble doing the revisions his publisher has requested on his second book, a sci-fi novel, visits Maria, his grandfather’s cousin and a Holocaust survivor, in Szczecin, Poland. She’s overjoyed to see him, eager to play host and show him around the city; he’s just hoping that some peace and quiet in a remote setting will propel him through his writer’s block. He’s the world’s worst house guest – not just a vegetarian (a fact he neglected to mention when he invited himself for a visit) but uninterested in food, so the dinner she’s prepared for him on his first night goes unappreciated. (He just wants to go to sleep.) He finds any kind of noise distracting; he’s caustic, impatient, judgmental and completely self-absorbed. And his treatment of her vodka-swigging taxi driver friend (and sometime lover) Zenon (Daniel Oreskes) – whom he finds washing her feet, a task Zenon apparently performed for the dead mother whose loss he still grieves – is condescending. Moreover, David is wound so tight that he keeps retreating to his room to pry open the window and sneak a few tokes from the stash of weed he managed to get through customs. Only when Maria alludes to her Holocaust experience – her entire family was murdered by the Nazis while her babysitter hid her until the end of the war – does David show any interest in her.
Labels:
Steve Vineberg,
Theatre
Sunday, March 17, 2013
John Neumeier’s Nijinsky: As Brilliant and Mad as its Subject
Guillaume Côté in Nijinsky. (Photo by Erik Tomasson) |
I am aware that saying I am over the moon mad for a ballet about a dancer who spent half his life in and out of insane asylums sounds, well, a little crazy. But go ahead, commit me. Because I am certifiably nuts about Nijinsky, choreographer John Neumeier’s two-act homage to the great Ballets Russes dancer who tragically lost his mind in 1919, at the age of 29, after only 10 years of blazing like a comet across the stage. This ballet is my amour fou.
I saw it twice earlier this month during
its recent run at Toronto’s Four Seasons Centre for the Performing Arts as part
of the National Ballet of Canada’s spring season and each time the ballet was a
revelation to me. Neumeier captures the epic sweep of the singular dancer’s
triumphs and tragedy and as such his ballet is a masterpiece. It held me
mesmerized, start to finish.
Labels:
Dance,
Deirdre Kelly
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